HEART AND MIND - WHO YOU WERE BEFORE
Name: Atiyama Kapral
Sobriquets: Musician of Flesh
Concept: A young bachelor caught up in carnal desires frowned upon by society, facing the ruin they have wrought.
Origin: At least two and at most five paragraphs covering your life before everything changed, and how it is you came to Silver Spear.
Appearance: So what's left of you? How do you speak, how do you move? What clothes make the (wo)man? Include an image if you want.
Skills and Flaws
Careful Touch: Atiyama has always been blessed with a grace and fluidity of his approach, whether physical or metaphorical. That is to say, he has delicate hands, a delicate tongue, and the general aura of his presence is soft and inviting like a mother. However, the degree to which he seems comforting can offput some individuals.
Glancing Poison: Atiyama is laden with needle and knife, the lightest prick of which can kill most men, slow most beasts, and assail some behemoth. He is well versed in the venom of flora and fauna, and can find whatever he may need with a silent excursion into the wilds.
Clandestine Shadows: Many things happen behind closed doors. Some dreadful and harrowing, others life-giving and sacred, all of which are withing Atiyama's grasp to view. He is light of foot and keen of eye, thus becomes the ultimate spy.
Minor Notes of Love Long Lost: Atiyama may have given way to lust and debauchery since his sorcerous awakening, but his heart still yearns for companionship that goes deeper than the sating of the flesh. His heart can be easily broken by a treacherous friend or an unfaithful lover. In ways, his broken heart can give way to strength in anger. Strength without wisdom guiding it, however, is doomed to folly, and leads a fool to destruction.
Hooks:
- The murder of his lover will not go unpunished, he must find the raven man who is responsible for the riot of ignorance on that fateful day.
- Atiyama is in search of a love that will not forsake him, or die to the uninspired ways of man.
- The voice of Imri haunts his dreams, and at times Atiyama swears he can feel Imri's touch on his skin.
SOUL - WHAT YOU ARE BENEATH THE SKIN
Initiation:
Weirds
Song of Flesh: Atiyama can play flesh like an instrument, and mold it into new forms, providing he's touching it. This can lead to amusing excursions of changing someone's sex, or more horrific experiments in creating homunculi. Sometimes, Atiyama even manipulates a victim's flesh to wrench out their organs.
Slithering Shadows: Atiyama can wrap himself in shadows and become the figure of a serpent, disappearing into walls and striking from the dark. When he bears down on a victim in this form, his calming presence can create an eerie juxtaposition to their unwieldly fate.
Eldritch Perfume: Atiyama secretes sorcerous pheromones that when activated by his magic can conjure up the desire's of one's heart. He can use the pheromones to awaken one's carnal desires and set them loose on the world. Whether this be unleashing an insidious cannibal, a calculating killer, or a jealous whore on the world, he doesn't really care, as long as they get the job done. The perfume can be localized to a small room, or spread throughout an entire town over time, lingering for a few hours before it becomes essentially useless aether. While the perfume's dark powers are dormant, it acts as a sort of aphrodisiac for a few feet around Atiyama, attracting suitors, calming foes, and pulling the truth from others.
BLOOD AND BONE - THE NEPHILIM
Nephilim: Fertile Leviathan
Sobriquets: Mother Lily
Concept: A mother of monsters, whose love is an abomination to God.
Form: Mother's Upper torso is fairly indicative of feminine human form. Her sarcophagus is retained over her head, shoulders, for-arms, hands, and bosom. A featureless, metal sheet covers her face and connects behind her head, leaving hairlike protrusions (ending in draconic maws) drawn up together like a woman may pull her hair behing her head. The headpiece also curves into two ram-like horns on either side of her head.
A sarcophagus-breastplate of sorts covers the rest of her torso, seemingly covering up her monstrous figure like clothing. Her hands and forearms are covered by gauntlets of the dark metal, elongating her hands into beastlike claws. Her flesh can be seen in the places where the sarcophagus used to be connected, a dark greyish color with dark yellow veins that can sometimes be seen just below the surface. Where her waist ends is where her humanesque figure gives way into a monster.
Where a woman's pelvis would be is instead a large, toothy maw that drips a black, inky saliva. When opened, rows of teeth stained by her umbral magic can be seen, hungry for flesh. Traveling further down her body she splits into three monstrous tails like great dragons, that slither and propel her forward, making her total visage that of a giant, twisted gorgon.
Abominations
Deathless Youths: Those creatures whom Mother consumes have their flesh and bone molded into homunculi that Atiyama refers to as her "children." The children resemble young Satyr that cry tears of black oil and communicate in an ominous song-like voice. Those created with unwilling flesh die after a few hours, dissolving into a black ooze that poisons the soil. Those made from the flesh of a willing follower will live until struck down, forever young and without the death that comes with age. The gestation period for youth is 7 days.
Maternal Intuition: Atiyama as access to Mother's heightened maternal senses. Mother not only shares the five senses of mortals with him, but senses only those of supernatural origin can possess. Magic, life, death, and emotion all leave traces of light, sound, and smell that Mother picks up. In a fight, not even the darkness can hide from her wrath.
Wrath of Mother Earth: Rumblings in the ground an the wilting of plants herald Mother's approach. She may call on the forces of the earth to spring forth for her. Plants spring forth with horrendous size, the ground heaves; softens; and molds to her whim, and the wrath of the jungle takes form. That is to say, she can impale her foes with rock raised from the ground, snag them with growths of vegetation, and lash at them with the forests themselves.
Scorching Hellfire: With such a focus on flesh and vegetation, fire can ruin what makes Mother strongest. She can fight off the sparks, but once supernatural fire takes hold of her creations she becomes no more than a creature with a hefty size, clawing at those who assail her.
Super rough, unfinished early draft. Expect grammatical errors and mispellings until it's finished.