Name: Houston
Gender: Male
Race : Human
Age: 34
Background: Houston has a dark past. Since birth he has known nothing but rituals, cult meetings and murder of the worst kind. Houston was born into a cult and raised as the prophet child of the religion. According to the cults ancient text and divine imagery, a child would be born from the blood of her mother with the strength to channel the Great Old One’s power and lead the world into a new world.
Houston’s birth was no miracle but fates worst joke, her mother heavily pregnant took part in a ritualistic suicide in which her womb was cut open to allow houston into the world. Herself performed seizarian worked but Houston’s mother did not survive the amount of damage that she inflicted upon herself. Thus the first part of the prophecy was complete, Houston had indeed been born from the dead and bloody corpse of his mother. When Houston’s eyes first gazed upon the world he saw only horror. His eye’s saw things that a normal human’s could not, he heard the harsh whisper of thousands of voices in his ear and felt a malevolent presence held back by a thin veil of light.
Houston was trained in the cults ways and was sent to school like a normal child. However Houston could never shut out the voices, or stop the creatures he saw from staring at him patiently, like dogs waiting for their owners to feed them. Houston could tell that he could not be a master to these beasts he barely kept his sanity in check when he looked upon them, for every glimpse every whisper he heard he was pulled slowly but surely into the dark chasm of madness.
Houston managed his way through school then through university where he did a degree in mythology and the history of religion. While in his studies he discovered that names of the creatures that had plagued him his entire life. As he delved deeper into his studies he learnt more and more about his cults dark past. The rituals that his father and his cult had performed on him, the many people he had watched be tortured and killed. It was all to weaken the veil that separated their world from the Great Old One’s world.
Realising how foolish he had been he confronted his father with the knowledge he had found. his father chuckled telling his son to follow him deep into the cults worshiping chambers. Once there he found all of the cultist in a large circle made up of three rings of people, each person grasped tightly in their right hand a dagger. In the middle of the circle was a large basin built into the form. Then it all went dark. He woke up bound in the basin his father was in the circle and all of the cultist were chanting loudly. A tall slim joyous man waltz towards Houston, he bent down and cupped Houston’s chin in his hand and smiled. He spoke in what Houston now knows to be latin. The words he spoke were forever engraved in Houston’s fragile mind finally cracking him and causing that last of Houston’s sanity to leave him.
The words are as followed:
Though they sleep beyond the veil
Though they are trapped behind the veil
Though they look into this world
They may never touch the world they see beyond the veil
This child has been born from blood
This child has seen they who lie beyond the veil
This child is ready to become the doorway from this world to theirs
Let your blood fill the basin mortals and grant this human your strength to ascend and tear the barriers of this world down!
The man raised his hands in the air as all of the cultist slit the person to their lefts throat causing the blood to gush from them into the basin bathing Houston in the blood of the cultist who despite their excessive blood loss, remained upright head bowed toward Houston until their final drop of blood was spent. Houston screamed as he was lifted of his feet above the basin the blood below him writhed and whipped at his ankles. His scream of pain became silent his mouth agape as his mind was torn open revealing to him the secrets of the world that humans inhabited. His brain overflowed with every detail of earth history from its birth to its death. He saw the Great old ones awakening from their slumber and breaking through the veil that had protect the human race for so long. He watched as the universe was enslaved and set upon by these monstrous creatures.
Then it stopped, the vision disappeared and Houston dropped into the now empty basin. The tall man looked down at Houston fascinated at what the man had become. Houston was a door waiting to be unlocked and thus the tall man turned around and disappeared into darkness saying one final speech to Houston before he lost consciousness: The most merciful thing in the world... is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents but you. You can see the world and its barriers. You alone can stop what you have forseen and what will happen if you fail. Use these gift wisely. That reminds me. You are but one part of a seven piece door they have the key but they must influence the mortals here to create the doors they need to enter this world. Good luck Houston. And the tall man disappeared in a sea of darkness as Houston’s body fell into unconsciousness.
Houston managed to piece his sanity back together but he still find it hard to control his delusions, however his delusions granted him powers he could've never imagined which he plans to use to stop the Great Old One’s from using him or anyone else as a conduit to enslave this world.
Personality:
Appearance:
Abilities:
I’m not crazy. YET!: Houston has a high resistance against mental attacks or attacks that attack his mind. This is due to his already cracked and damaged mind that finds only the strongest of mental attacks actually affect him.
Doorway beyond the veil: Houston has opened a doorway inside his mind and tapped into the power of the Great Old Ones. It grants all of his abilities the ability to drain his opponents sanity and stamina to the point of causing permanent mental damage when exposed to them for too long. The side effects from being exposed to the Great Old One’s powers can result in Schizophrenia, Delusion, Dementia, Blackouts, Self harm, Disorientation and finally suicide or Hysteria causing them to not recognise friend from foe.
Necronomicon: Houston wields the tome known as the Necronomicon with is he can summon otherworldly creatures to possess his body granting him great strength, endurance and allowing him to twist his body into inhuman shapes without harming himself. This causes him great mental strain and is normally a last resort as he must rest after reading from and banishing the spirit that possessed him. He can also curse his enemies by reading from the book causing the afflicted to be harassed by evil entities until the curse is dispelled or the entity defeated. Houston must recite the entire passage which is three pages long.
Power of the Great Old Ones: Houston can manifest the raw power of dark gods from another world, these attacks will normally manifest in pitch black bolts or balls of smoke that he can throw. They can vary from the size of a golf ball to the size of a basketball or the bolts up to an arms length long.
Fighting Style:
Gender: Male
Race : Human
Age: 34
Background: Houston has a dark past. Since birth he has known nothing but rituals, cult meetings and murder of the worst kind. Houston was born into a cult and raised as the prophet child of the religion. According to the cults ancient text and divine imagery, a child would be born from the blood of her mother with the strength to channel the Great Old One’s power and lead the world into a new world.
Houston’s birth was no miracle but fates worst joke, her mother heavily pregnant took part in a ritualistic suicide in which her womb was cut open to allow houston into the world. Herself performed seizarian worked but Houston’s mother did not survive the amount of damage that she inflicted upon herself. Thus the first part of the prophecy was complete, Houston had indeed been born from the dead and bloody corpse of his mother. When Houston’s eyes first gazed upon the world he saw only horror. His eye’s saw things that a normal human’s could not, he heard the harsh whisper of thousands of voices in his ear and felt a malevolent presence held back by a thin veil of light.
Houston was trained in the cults ways and was sent to school like a normal child. However Houston could never shut out the voices, or stop the creatures he saw from staring at him patiently, like dogs waiting for their owners to feed them. Houston could tell that he could not be a master to these beasts he barely kept his sanity in check when he looked upon them, for every glimpse every whisper he heard he was pulled slowly but surely into the dark chasm of madness.
Houston managed his way through school then through university where he did a degree in mythology and the history of religion. While in his studies he discovered that names of the creatures that had plagued him his entire life. As he delved deeper into his studies he learnt more and more about his cults dark past. The rituals that his father and his cult had performed on him, the many people he had watched be tortured and killed. It was all to weaken the veil that separated their world from the Great Old One’s world.
Realising how foolish he had been he confronted his father with the knowledge he had found. his father chuckled telling his son to follow him deep into the cults worshiping chambers. Once there he found all of the cultist in a large circle made up of three rings of people, each person grasped tightly in their right hand a dagger. In the middle of the circle was a large basin built into the form. Then it all went dark. He woke up bound in the basin his father was in the circle and all of the cultist were chanting loudly. A tall slim joyous man waltz towards Houston, he bent down and cupped Houston’s chin in his hand and smiled. He spoke in what Houston now knows to be latin. The words he spoke were forever engraved in Houston’s fragile mind finally cracking him and causing that last of Houston’s sanity to leave him.
The words are as followed:
Though they sleep beyond the veil
Though they are trapped behind the veil
Though they look into this world
They may never touch the world they see beyond the veil
This child has been born from blood
This child has seen they who lie beyond the veil
This child is ready to become the doorway from this world to theirs
Let your blood fill the basin mortals and grant this human your strength to ascend and tear the barriers of this world down!
The man raised his hands in the air as all of the cultist slit the person to their lefts throat causing the blood to gush from them into the basin bathing Houston in the blood of the cultist who despite their excessive blood loss, remained upright head bowed toward Houston until their final drop of blood was spent. Houston screamed as he was lifted of his feet above the basin the blood below him writhed and whipped at his ankles. His scream of pain became silent his mouth agape as his mind was torn open revealing to him the secrets of the world that humans inhabited. His brain overflowed with every detail of earth history from its birth to its death. He saw the Great old ones awakening from their slumber and breaking through the veil that had protect the human race for so long. He watched as the universe was enslaved and set upon by these monstrous creatures.
Then it stopped, the vision disappeared and Houston dropped into the now empty basin. The tall man looked down at Houston fascinated at what the man had become. Houston was a door waiting to be unlocked and thus the tall man turned around and disappeared into darkness saying one final speech to Houston before he lost consciousness: The most merciful thing in the world... is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents but you. You can see the world and its barriers. You alone can stop what you have forseen and what will happen if you fail. Use these gift wisely. That reminds me. You are but one part of a seven piece door they have the key but they must influence the mortals here to create the doors they need to enter this world. Good luck Houston. And the tall man disappeared in a sea of darkness as Houston’s body fell into unconsciousness.
Houston managed to piece his sanity back together but he still find it hard to control his delusions, however his delusions granted him powers he could've never imagined which he plans to use to stop the Great Old One’s from using him or anyone else as a conduit to enslave this world.
Personality:
Appearance:
Abilities:
I’m not crazy. YET!: Houston has a high resistance against mental attacks or attacks that attack his mind. This is due to his already cracked and damaged mind that finds only the strongest of mental attacks actually affect him.
Doorway beyond the veil: Houston has opened a doorway inside his mind and tapped into the power of the Great Old Ones. It grants all of his abilities the ability to drain his opponents sanity and stamina to the point of causing permanent mental damage when exposed to them for too long. The side effects from being exposed to the Great Old One’s powers can result in Schizophrenia, Delusion, Dementia, Blackouts, Self harm, Disorientation and finally suicide or Hysteria causing them to not recognise friend from foe.
Necronomicon: Houston wields the tome known as the Necronomicon with is he can summon otherworldly creatures to possess his body granting him great strength, endurance and allowing him to twist his body into inhuman shapes without harming himself. This causes him great mental strain and is normally a last resort as he must rest after reading from and banishing the spirit that possessed him. He can also curse his enemies by reading from the book causing the afflicted to be harassed by evil entities until the curse is dispelled or the entity defeated. Houston must recite the entire passage which is three pages long.
Power of the Great Old Ones: Houston can manifest the raw power of dark gods from another world, these attacks will normally manifest in pitch black bolts or balls of smoke that he can throw. They can vary from the size of a golf ball to the size of a basketball or the bolts up to an arms length long.
Fighting Style: