Owlriel — Roleplayer Guild

A dark figure roamed a short span around his equally dark cell. They looked like a heavily emaciated human to the point of being skeletal. Their fingers, and toes were skeletal yet moved like they were fleshed. Their skin was a dark grey color. They had no ears only little holes where they should be. Their pitch black hair fell down to their upper back. They had eyes of pure white from the deep darkness around his eyes. They seemed to slightly glow. Despite all of their disturbing features. They were perfectly fine. Seeing as this was what Grimm's race normally looked like without clothes. Well at least used to look like. Grimm could hear the loud noises all around him. He held no hope of the apes knowing he was here. After all almost no one knew he existed. Well unless one believed in ghost stories. Hell he would have freed himself. But, he was afraid of the collar around his neck. It ran on it's own power source. He knew because the annoying little green light was still on. So even if his cell power was down. He couldn't go anywhere. If he tried to summon his gear. Or use his powers to escape. The collar would slice straight through his neck. As much as he boasted about being able to resurrect people. There wasn't much he could do without a head.
Not to mention the thick, now cracked walls of his cell. Were made from Delphite. Usually he was protected from the malicious material by panels of lead.He had tried to escape through the crack. But, the Delphite's presence was too strong. Causing him to leap back his body having burns now. Which healed rather quickly. As he couldn't really escape he began to look around his now slightly destroyed cell. He saw the now destroyed bed where he'd been forced to lay down every day. Where scientists would come into his room with their numerous needles. The poking, and prodding stealing his precious blood. All in the name of science one told him. Oh how he wanted to tear his still beating hear out of his chest. Then watch the life drain out of them as he consumed their soul. But, he could do none of this. He was their prisoner, prisoner to stupid apes. His hands balled into fists of rage.
"How can freedom be so god damn close. Yet so unobtainable," He roared out.
He began to pace around his now very shortened cell. Though he soon conceited the obvious. No one was coming to save him. He quietly took a seat, and hung his head. His long pitch black hair framing his face.
"I need a hair cut," he grumbled blowing some hair out of his face.

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