Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2015 0:46:40 GMT -5
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Loathe.
theme song:;Antigod by Samael
description:; Gaze upon me in magnificent splendor. Try, in vain, to keep your knees from buckling and your teeth from chattering. See me as the formidable threat that I am. Look at me. Look at my mouth – spy the long, glittering fangs that protrude from my lips. See the fierce, white, gleaming morsels and imagine how badly they wish to tear your flesh from bone. Look, absorb the color of my skin; a pale grey, the grayness of death and rigor mortis. See the dark shadows under my sunken eyes. Gaze into them and see the blackness of my gaze – the darkness that consumes the areas that are supposed to be white. Watch helplessly as my yellow irises bore into your form, digging up your fear and swallowing it – pushing it into my great maw with the utmost ease. My hair lays lazily upon my head, oily and unkempt, sewn together by the hundreds of years of neglect and apathy I thrust upon it. I stand taller than you, taller than most, taller than all. Seven feet above the sodden earth I hover, towering over you and your puny, weakling body. My form is emaciated, exaggerating the hunger I feel for your dead and decomposing sack of filth. My arms are long and sinewy, ready to lift your being high into the air, ready to shove you into my mouth with the utmost relish, satisfying my hungering belly. My fingers accommodate this length as such, giving reign to knobby knuckles and furiously long claws that curve threateningly over the ends of my fingertips. My palm is wide, hefty, and able to deal out blows without the slightest flinch – I relish the feelings, instead. My sense of smell is keen and my eyesight so focused, I can see the beads of sweat that form upon your forehead. I can hear you tremble, feel your muscles flex as they try in vain to control themselves in front of my being. My only clothing is a black shirt, worn from years of wear, complete with equally black jeans that bag around my legs and allow me to walk at full stride. My feet are covered and protected [rather efficiently, if I may say] by a pair of steel-toed workboots that give my lumbering steps a satisfying ‘thud’ as they hit the ground. I wear a trenchant to cover all this in my journeys, and it billows behind me with each great gust of wind…
I’ve wasted too much energy on gloating about myself. Begone!
Skinner Sweet [American Vampire]
age:; 360 Years Old
gender:; Male.
race: born a Daemon
should we put bricks on your head?:; Loathe is 7 feet, 6 inches tall
no place like home:; Gehenna
getting lucky with ~someone~:; Heterosexual
babies coming?:;Single.
abilities:; Innate For Loathe Specifically: Acidic Saliva & Aura Of Fear
Haunting Vision, Heal, Illusion, Mesmerize
,weapon(s):;Haunting Vision, Heal, Illusion, Mesmerize
Teeth, claws
Two .45 Colt Anacondas straddles at his waist
One 20 Gauge Remington Model 1100 shotgun strewn across his back.
whatcha~wearin?:;Two .45 Colt Anacondas straddles at his waist
One 20 Gauge Remington Model 1100 shotgun strewn across his back.
Read my fuckin' long schpiel
transportation:;Walking. He takes his time.
anything.else.you'd.like.to.share?:;No other items.
disposition to the law:; Chaotic.
alignment:;Evil
likes:; Blood, guts, death, despair, gore
dislikes:; Happiness, satisfaction, philanthropy
phobias:; Misophonia.
[The dislike/aversion to certain sounds]
obsessions:; [The dislike/aversion to certain sounds]
Eating.
background:;He was thrown into a life of hardship and cruelty. His beginnings were fostered deep within the third circle of Hell, which specialized in gluttony and taught him how to properly feed. He and his sibling Greed were raised within the slush pits of human decay and mud, brought upon the endless storm that raged there. Where the Human souls surrounded them, sightless and struck deaf by their own needs, Loathe and his brother prospered from the consumption and digestion of the soulless bodies. Over time, the grew strong and quite large from their demonic predecessors. Their fiery need was soon rewarded, and they were once again thrust into a circle of Hell.
This circle, the fourth circle, bred greed - for which his brother was named. As they were self indulgent beasts at best - again, they prospered. The empty shells of past Kings lays suffering before them, and they were all too happy to end their suffering. Though they consumed many of the bodies, the human heart was just too fragile - and for every one body that was swallowed by the two monster, three more came to take their place. It was a cesspool of never - ending want and dissatisfaction, and that same dissatisfaction became part of the two brothers, and it soon became apparent that they would begin to delve in their separate ways.
The feelings they had were right, for when it came time to dive into the next circle, Greed went to the fifth circle which bred Anger, while our dear Loathe was sent downward to Violence, the seventh circle of Hell. This place is sectioned off by three great rings - the outer, the middle and the inner circles. The outer circle keeps people who are violent against other people - felons, rapists; they were housed here, in this circle. Loathe took his time delving into the nature of these weak beings, his sadistic nature growing with every person he devoured. One trait his brother had always lacked was Loathe's ability to observe and adapt. In the middle circle were the people who had committed suicide, the people who had omitted their own lived without the permission of God. These were the lonesome, tired people. They wailed every time Loathe was present. Though he was not capable of feeling and processing sadness, he knew what sadness looked like because of his time spent in that ring. The inner and final ring housed blasphemers, and these were the people who cultivated a slow, simmering hatred for the world. It was here that Loathe acquired some semblance of normalcy. Philosophers and scholars were housed here - torn apart by the other beings that lived in those parts. Loathe was the only monster they didn't mind.
His ascension onto Earth was nothing special. It was a conjurer's spell, who wanted to invoke the power of Baphomet - but prepared the ritual wrong. So, as consequence, Loathe was dragged upwards to earth in order to eradicate the offending conjurer. But, finding Earth much more interesting than the Hell he had experienced, he took the conjurer's body and made it his own.
Though aimless, Loathe has yet to become bored.
This circle, the fourth circle, bred greed - for which his brother was named. As they were self indulgent beasts at best - again, they prospered. The empty shells of past Kings lays suffering before them, and they were all too happy to end their suffering. Though they consumed many of the bodies, the human heart was just too fragile - and for every one body that was swallowed by the two monster, three more came to take their place. It was a cesspool of never - ending want and dissatisfaction, and that same dissatisfaction became part of the two brothers, and it soon became apparent that they would begin to delve in their separate ways.
The feelings they had were right, for when it came time to dive into the next circle, Greed went to the fifth circle which bred Anger, while our dear Loathe was sent downward to Violence, the seventh circle of Hell. This place is sectioned off by three great rings - the outer, the middle and the inner circles. The outer circle keeps people who are violent against other people - felons, rapists; they were housed here, in this circle. Loathe took his time delving into the nature of these weak beings, his sadistic nature growing with every person he devoured. One trait his brother had always lacked was Loathe's ability to observe and adapt. In the middle circle were the people who had committed suicide, the people who had omitted their own lived without the permission of God. These were the lonesome, tired people. They wailed every time Loathe was present. Though he was not capable of feeling and processing sadness, he knew what sadness looked like because of his time spent in that ring. The inner and final ring housed blasphemers, and these were the people who cultivated a slow, simmering hatred for the world. It was here that Loathe acquired some semblance of normalcy. Philosophers and scholars were housed here - torn apart by the other beings that lived in those parts. Loathe was the only monster they didn't mind.
His ascension onto Earth was nothing special. It was a conjurer's spell, who wanted to invoke the power of Baphomet - but prepared the ritual wrong. So, as consequence, Loathe was dragged upwards to earth in order to eradicate the offending conjurer. But, finding Earth much more interesting than the Hell he had experienced, he took the conjurer's body and made it his own.
Though aimless, Loathe has yet to become bored.
