My CS.

Name: Warlynd

Age: 34

Race: Dullahan*

Appearance: [Hider=Body][img=http://static-4.nexusmods.com/15/mods/482/images/84-1-1399416555.jpg][/hider] The one labeled Artorias, minus the helmet. [hider=head][img=http://quizilla.teennick.com/user_images/X/XB/XBL/xBlackxRainx/1189288181_AnimeBoy51.jpg][/hider] Instead, a black fog cloud takes its place. This cloud absorbs light in a similar way to eyes, and does the same thing with sounds and smells, allowing him to use it as a head. When his head is the way it usually is, unattached, it looks much worse than normal, with its skin a sickly, rotten green, and a large smile on it, reaching almost from ear to ear. When attached, which it can be for up to 3 hours a day, it looks normal.

Bio: [hider=Bio][indent]When Warlynd was seven, he woke up. His first memories were from then. He woke up, only to see several dead corpses around him. He heard the noises of pillagers below him, as he was in an attic. He didn't know what to think, until he heard a strange voice. It sounded like his, only different, decayed almost, but still recognizable. He turned to see his own head, lying next to him. It told him to reach over to his father's corpse, just a few feet away from him. He did as he was told, because would he lie to himself? His hand slipped right through the body, grabbing onto his spine. He pulled it out, and showed it to his head. Warlyrnd's head said that he had done well, and asked to be picked up. Warlynd did as he was told, and picked up his head. When he did so, the spine turned into a whip, and he had the natural instinct to kill. Correction, not to kill, but to create death. He got down from the attic, and startled everyone around him. He started whipping around the spine as if it were a part of him. Taking the pillagers by surprise as they didn't expect this child to be attacking, or headless for that matter.[/indent]
[indent]After everyone was dead, he ran outside, grabbing his father's horse, Talfina. Upon doing so, the fog from his throat enveloped the horse, transforming it into his own black, shadow horse. Over time, he started killing. It started off as a very small amount, but then the numbers grew, and Warlyrnd found himself doing it all the time. That all ended when he walked in on a scene similar to his first memory. Raiders attacking a farmhouse. He flicked his wrist, and his whip became a large greataxe, to sharp protrusions appearing from the end on either side.. He started killing, and when the victims of the crime came down to thank the stranger who had just saved their belongings, he got caught up in the moment, and they happened to be his next victims. Warlyrnd put his head on instinctively, since he could hear the sounds of a little girl upstairs. It attached, and he sounded normal, and looked normal. He walked upstairs to the girl, whose name was Xalia. He told her what had gone on downstairs, and for some reason, she clung to him. He still doesn't know why, but she took to him like he was more than her father. They went back to Warlynd's abode, and he took care of Xalia.[/indent]
[indent]Years later, he revealed what he was after a raid on his home. The man who attacked wore a unique set of armor. It was a dark grey chainmail type armor, with a dark blue cloth around parts of it. Warlynd liked the look of it, and it would provide better protection for when he has to exchange blows with someone, so he took the armor. Now, he does what he did before, but with more caution, as what he did before caused quite a bit of trouble. Now he roams around, spreading death as he goes. But he frequently returns home to visit Xalia.[/indent][/hider]
Personality: Warlyrnd is cold to people he doesn't know. But if he takes an interest in someone, he treats them wonderfully, like normal peopledo to their friends and family.

Faction: None

Gift: Gift of Antai

Weapon(s) of choice: A Whip made from an extended Human Spine. This whip can create two protrusions on either side of it to create a greataxe. His head can also be used as an intimidation, as most foes don't expect a head to be thrown at them. 

Relationship/loved ones?: His horse, Talfina. A human named Xalia, 15[hider=Xalia][img=http://i48.tinypic.com/nbqivp.jpg][/hider]. His head has a mind of its own when not atop his body, talking to him throughout his journeys and giving him advice along the way.

Other: Xalia knows how to use a whip as a weapon as well. Warlynd is also prone to attacking travellers. This is due to his nature, and his head usually tells him to, and Warlynd almost always listens to his head.
*For more information about Dullahans - [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dullahan]