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Thu Jul 15, 2010 12:01 pm
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Name: His work name is Raven, his own name currently Brennan. He changes it whenever it suits him. His true name he has long ago forgotten.

Age: Unknown
Age Appearance: Mid twenties

Gender: Male
Species/Race: Necrotheist

Appearance:


While generally looking like a somewhat distinguished young man, Brennan is far from it. His entire being is focussed around giving of a rather innocent and nondescript vibe, resulting in most people passing over him with their eyes.

Dark brown, half long hair touches his face, yet without hiding his eyes or anything else to give him an open expression. His eyes, a nearly golden hazel colour, gaze at the world around him with a look akin to barely contained amusement. It's his playground. To others, the look might be passed off as just the look of a good natured person but those that know better watch their step around him.

Especially since he has somewhat of a permanent smile on his face, a smile so very fake that it does deter the more clever prey he stalks, though not nearly enough of them. Due to his nature, most people instinctively know that he is someone to stay away from. His goal is to erase that feeling, make his prey think they misunderstood something and then take them away.

He know he's quite good looking, both in his face and the lithe shape of his body, and has often taken advantage of this when hunting. Luring out young boys and girls that think they managed to catch themselves a looker is not even a challenge to him.

Personality: Brennan is a Necrotheist and all the more happy for it. When he was still the ever so mortal human child, he often rejoiced in the little games he and his 'friends' played. Like blowing up frogs, throwing cats into the water repeatedly until they drowned, the kind of thing only bullies do. As he grew older though, he realised these things were far beyond him.

He likes to maim, yes. To paint a body with the color of it's blood, to break the bones and see the little white splinters pierce the skin while the victim writhes in agony. Oh how he loves it. But animals were not nearly fun enough. They didn't scream, nor did they beg for their lives. In fact. He felt a kind of pity for the cats that tried so hard time and time again. Cats, he decided, were okay creatures.

And so, as he became a Necrotheist, he rejoiced in the fact that he now had the strength he needed to do what he had always wanted to do. Kill, maim, slaughter and torment. To him, the final throes of life, the cries that one produces when one knows the end is near, it the ultimate art.

Whenever he's not killing and torturing people, Brennan enjoys himself by toying with them. His little innocent façade, that has brought so many foolish people to their demise, is not only wonderfully useful for the hunt, but also for the games he played. As a transporter, a job he took up because it seemed he would be allowed to meet interesting people, he often meets with clients. A fact that has brought him somewhat of a reputation.

It is said that he is unstable. Brennan thinks this to be something highly amusing and takes utmost advantage of it.

History: Quite a non descriptive childhood, really. He had parents, grew up to be a straight A student, worshipped death, killed his parents and set out on a journey to become stronger.

Along the way he met various interesting people that gave him various interesting scars and taught him various interesting life lessons of which half he discarded immediately. He met some people that worshipped the Necrotheos and joined them to see what it was like. As he grew more and more powerful in their sect, he realised that at one point or another, he had become a Necrotheist. Feeding on the lives of those around him, the order kind of held him and his fellow Necrotheists in a high place, but he quickly grew bored and left.

Somewhere around his fifth decade he met a few men that claimed to be transporters. He inquired about their profession and decided it quite suited him. He killed the men, took the object they were transporting and claimed the reward at the end of the line. Just like that, he rolled into the business and made a name for himself, though most people only know him as Raven. This way he can keep using different names and yet keep a name under which people know him.

There was one event in his life that he clearly remembers. About fifty years ago, he joined a few other people in raiding a monastery. The monks there had been putting up quite a fight already and since their life energy had always tasted better to him then others, he decided to drop by and take advantage of the raid. Killing over twenty monks and feeding on their energy he can still call upon their lives even now.

Occupation/Job: Transporter.
Interesting Facts/Quirks: Has a house full of cats.
Hobby/Hobbies: Need I tell you or can you do the math?

Like: Cats, terror, fear, blood, the colour red, his violin and blades.
Dislikes: Little children, easy prey [though he does eat them, he likes a challenge], the undead and as most of his kind, the idea of his own death.

Strength: With his lithe body, he's quick on his feet and silent in his approach. His favourite weapons, a pair of twin daggers, are easily drawn from their hiding places when in a fight and he uses his superior body strength and speed to inflict lethal wounds. He also has quite a large array of Necrotheology spells at his beck and call, with which he can inflict damage to people on a large scale.

Weakness/Flaw: He hates Life elves, as their holy magic makes him feel weak and miserable. Fortunately, his powers make them feel ill as well, so meeting one of the c*nts does not equal death per see. Also, whenever he has used his magic, he needs to feed on someone's life force right away. Not because he is low on power, but because that is his form of OCD. He has more then enough life force to eradicate a big city, and yet the fear of dying due to a low amount has him on his toes.

Roleplay Sample: Other chars?
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