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Ok, Tarkus is finally done.
Its cool.
I know it wasn't a race, that was just the name of his particular daemon. Sorry if I didn't make that clear. Also I remembered that half way through making the CS but then I'm just planning on rolling with it. Basically, his religion is about decay, rot, misery, and disease right? So I'm going to have him and his followers build houses, destroy houses, and cure the sick.
By building houses they are killing trees, by destroying houses they are contributing to the decay of things, and by curing the sick they are prolonging that creatures suffering. Since this is modern times, they can't go around spreading death and disease actively by slinging spells and destroying stuff, so they must do it passively.
By building houses they are killing trees, by destroying houses they are contributing to the decay of things, and by curing the sick they are prolonging that creatures suffering. Since this is modern times, they can't go around spreading death and disease actively by slinging spells and destroying stuff, so they must do it passively.
There, we got ourselves a fucking planet.
With a low rumble, I move my form over towards my siblings. As I looked around I saw nothing but foolishness and stupidity, it was a waste of potential. However I was not. Looking around I collected many stars and crushed them all together until they were nothing but dust. Reaching out, I siphoned flames from my siblings sun and added it to the large collection of star dust and sculpted it until it was a sphere.
When complete, my creation stood tall and proud. However its surface was was a waste land of heat and fire, it was ugly. Rearing back, I plunge myself forward and collide with my creation. The resulting shock wave was not one of force, but one of oceans and rivers. When it was finished, the entire surface was covered in water and in the process it was cooled. Slowly, my waters receded and while water still dominated the surface, large patches of land were left uncovered.
With that done, I relax in the deepest part of my oceans and wait.
When complete, my creation stood tall and proud. However its surface was was a waste land of heat and fire, it was ugly. Rearing back, I plunge myself forward and collide with my creation. The resulting shock wave was not one of force, but one of oceans and rivers. When it was finished, the entire surface was covered in water and in the process it was cooled. Slowly, my waters receded and while water still dominated the surface, large patches of land were left uncovered.
With that done, I relax in the deepest part of my oceans and wait.
Pfff
Workin on a CS as we speak.
Name: Tarkus
Dragon age: Grandfather
Age from hatching: 431
Gender: Male
Magic: Tarkus holds the heat of cataclysm within him. Fire would be too simple a word for his flames. No, his fire scorches the earth so that nothing may grow. It boils the oceans until everything dies, and it burns at your soul until there is nothing left. However, his most devastating magic comes from his wings. Normally, his wings are so large that they generate near hurricane strength winds but when angered they turn these gale force winds into a storm of fire and death. Thankfully, Tarkus is not easily angered and hasn't used the ability since he was an adult almost 200 years ago.
Dragon looks:
Compact looks:
Personality: While he looks scary and has doomsday like powers, Tarkus isn't actually a bad guy. He's just a little jaded. However when you get him out of his funk you will find that he can be fun to be around, just don't hurt the weak or talk about his mate. For the most part he has gotten over his hate for humans, but he is still a little cold towards them.
Background: Tarkus had a fairly normal life growing up, he didn't do much besides eat, fly, and scare the pants off of humans he flew over. However that changed when he met his mate, a beautiful dragon of silver scales and elegant stature. It contrasted harshly with his black, jagged scales and hostile frame but against that they fell in love. For years they flew together, ate together, and lived together. However like all things good, it had to end. One day when Tarkus returned from a far off land, he came home to see his mate dead and the egg missing. After several days he found the culprits and razed the city to the ground. Nothing was left, but Tarkus didn't feel any better.
For a long time Tarkus was hateful of humans, killing all that entered his territory and razing any village that tried to form. Eventually however, he got over it. These humans never did anything bad to him and the ones who did were long since turned to ash. Tarkus now has vowed to not kill humans anymore unless they absolutely deserve it and has become a sort of bringer of vengeance in a quest for some form of redemption.
Dragon age: Grandfather
Age from hatching: 431
Gender: Male
Magic: Tarkus holds the heat of cataclysm within him. Fire would be too simple a word for his flames. No, his fire scorches the earth so that nothing may grow. It boils the oceans until everything dies, and it burns at your soul until there is nothing left. However, his most devastating magic comes from his wings. Normally, his wings are so large that they generate near hurricane strength winds but when angered they turn these gale force winds into a storm of fire and death. Thankfully, Tarkus is not easily angered and hasn't used the ability since he was an adult almost 200 years ago.
Dragon looks:
Compact looks:
Personality: While he looks scary and has doomsday like powers, Tarkus isn't actually a bad guy. He's just a little jaded. However when you get him out of his funk you will find that he can be fun to be around, just don't hurt the weak or talk about his mate. For the most part he has gotten over his hate for humans, but he is still a little cold towards them.
Background: Tarkus had a fairly normal life growing up, he didn't do much besides eat, fly, and scare the pants off of humans he flew over. However that changed when he met his mate, a beautiful dragon of silver scales and elegant stature. It contrasted harshly with his black, jagged scales and hostile frame but against that they fell in love. For years they flew together, ate together, and lived together. However like all things good, it had to end. One day when Tarkus returned from a far off land, he came home to see his mate dead and the egg missing. After several days he found the culprits and razed the city to the ground. Nothing was left, but Tarkus didn't feel any better.
For a long time Tarkus was hateful of humans, killing all that entered his territory and razing any village that tried to form. Eventually however, he got over it. These humans never did anything bad to him and the ones who did were long since turned to ash. Tarkus now has vowed to not kill humans anymore unless they absolutely deserve it and has become a sort of bringer of vengeance in a quest for some form of redemption.
Full Name: Fenrir "Fen" Barrow
Alias/Assassin name: Wolf
Age: 19
personality: Loyal, quiet, and a team player. Fenrir knows it's a little cliche, but its actually hardwired into his psyche to be a pack animal. As such he gets along well with people he knows, respects, and likes. He isn't one to start conversations but he can talk forever if you get him going.
Skills: Tracking, hunting, hand to hand combat.
Weapons: Besides claws and teeth, a pair of daggers.
Powers:
-As a "wolf", Fen gains facial features similar to that of a wolf and grows sharpened teeth and claws. When in this form he has several other powers as well.
*Strength, lift about 200 pounds with minimal effort.
*Speed, can run at about 24 m.p.h.
*Durability, bullets can punch through but for the most part they are like high powered paintball balls.
*Senses, his sense of smell, taste, sight, and sound are all increased along with a sort of sixth sense that warns of magical entities in the area.
-When in his normal form, Fen still has these abilities but at a much lessened degree.
background: There's nothing really to say. As a first born Barrow, Fen was expected to join the academy. There was no question if he wanted to or not, he was going. Ever since he could shift he has been trained in the arts of the hunt and of the kill. However he never viewed it as a curse and didn't have a "rebellious phase" as many in his situation would. Its just a role that he accepted and one that he excels at.
Allies: Has "a guy" that acts a contact for just about everything. Other than that he has none.
Family: Is on good terms with his family.
Other:
Silver gives him a rash and wolfsbane forces a shift.
As Fen ages, his shift will become more wolf like. Eventually he will turn into a wolf instead of a wolf like man. For now his eyes change to red, his hair becomes more wolf like in style, and his teeth and nails extend into fangs and claws.
Name: Thanquol
Race: Vermin lord, greater daemon of the Horned Rat.
Powers:
Appearance:
This is Thanquol's most common form when he travels the mortal realm. Desguised as a plague monk, Thanquol is clad in robes and trinkets that denote him as a fallower of the Horned Rat.
In his true form, Thanquol stands roughly 15 feet tall and is covered in dense, black fur. Runes with a sickly green aura flash across his skin nigh constantly and his tail twitches erratically with excited power.
Personality: Thanquol is jovial, loving, and accepting beyond comprehension. However these are all belied by his enthusiasm for the destruction and rot of all living things. Thanquol is obsessed with spreading the Horned Rats love across the world, it just so happens that his form of love involves infecting others with terrible diseases and the natural rot of forests, cities, people, and most other things. All in all, he is kind of a creep but he means well.
Flaws:
-Where Thanquol is, disease will surely fallow. Even in his weakened form his power seeps through and begins to infect less hardy people quickly.
-Thanquol does not get along with other greater daemons and most holy beings. However he has enough restraint to remain civil as long as they don't insult the horned father.
-While accepted by modern times, most people like to keep him several arms lengths away. Partly from his smell, partly for his religion, and mostly because he's a rat.
-Thanquol doesn't tolerate torture of any kind and will bring swift death to any he believes to have partaken in the act. This will eventually get him banished from this plane one of these days.
-If a place has gone too long without decay, rot, or disease Thanquol will do anything in his power to introduce it as decay is a natural part of things and shouldn't be tampered with.
-Despises the undead, they mock the natural order of death and decay. It doesn't take much for him to find an excuse to end ones (un)life.
Alliance: The Horned Rat and his children, the blighted. However he is known to hire himself out for the right price.
Race: Vermin lord, greater daemon of the Horned Rat.
Powers:
Appearance:
This is Thanquol's most common form when he travels the mortal realm. Desguised as a plague monk, Thanquol is clad in robes and trinkets that denote him as a fallower of the Horned Rat.
In his true form, Thanquol stands roughly 15 feet tall and is covered in dense, black fur. Runes with a sickly green aura flash across his skin nigh constantly and his tail twitches erratically with excited power.
Personality: Thanquol is jovial, loving, and accepting beyond comprehension. However these are all belied by his enthusiasm for the destruction and rot of all living things. Thanquol is obsessed with spreading the Horned Rats love across the world, it just so happens that his form of love involves infecting others with terrible diseases and the natural rot of forests, cities, people, and most other things. All in all, he is kind of a creep but he means well.
Flaws:
-Where Thanquol is, disease will surely fallow. Even in his weakened form his power seeps through and begins to infect less hardy people quickly.
-Thanquol does not get along with other greater daemons and most holy beings. However he has enough restraint to remain civil as long as they don't insult the horned father.
-While accepted by modern times, most people like to keep him several arms lengths away. Partly from his smell, partly for his religion, and mostly because he's a rat.
-Thanquol doesn't tolerate torture of any kind and will bring swift death to any he believes to have partaken in the act. This will eventually get him banished from this plane one of these days.
-If a place has gone too long without decay, rot, or disease Thanquol will do anything in his power to introduce it as decay is a natural part of things and shouldn't be tampered with.
-Despises the undead, they mock the natural order of death and decay. It doesn't take much for him to find an excuse to end ones (un)life.
Alliance: The Horned Rat and his children, the blighted. However he is known to hire himself out for the right price.
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