It was supposed to sound more dramatic than OP, but I can see how that would be mistaken. I'll go edit it a bit.
Made it a little more controllable.
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Edits are done, Garret is due a full evaluation.
Jinx, don't post pictures of Charlotte's Web. It'll break my heart all over again.
"Hmm... I could be wrong, but I think it's nothing serious. Just a random thug. Carry on,"
With that dealt with somewhat, Nathan continued his walk towards The Pit. From the sounds of it, Linn and Cora were being a pair of slow pokes. "Whatever." he thought to himself as he slowed down a bit. Giving quick glances around them, Nathan kept an eye out for anything else suspicious. After a bit, Nathan let his vigil fall for a second and just walked and enjoyed the wondrous atmosphere of the dank, sketchy, street he was walking down. Idly Nathan looked up at the sky and was mildly disappointed to find that there wasn't any stars in the sky, not that he was surprised. It was a New York after all.
"Eyes front soldier, lets get out of this intact before discussing dinner and drinks."
Switching his gaze from the sky back to Stitches, Nathan couldn't really fight that logic no matter how hard he wanted to. Eyes front. Nathan was about to say something witty when he noticed that Stitches was acting a little fidgety, deep breaths and the such. Before he could say any comforting words, Stitches went back into that oh so nice walk and gained some confidence back. It was true, this whole thing was a little sketchy. Plus the place Nathan was heading to was one he hoped he would never see again, and the fact that if they messed this up than a dangerous criminal would still be on the loose. "Yeah, not ideal." he thought to himself as they continued on their way.
"We can wait up for Cora and Linn outside the alleyway where were less likely to asked for our wallet and phones."
His attention back to the present, Nathan looked back at Stitches and said "That would be a good idea, but only for the backup. They aren't going to care about our age or whatever. They will just give us a pat down and send us in, but I'd watch out if I were you. These guy's will pocket anything of value you have on ya, or maybe cup a feel." His face twisted in disgust at that last prospect, those were one of the worst people in his book. "Slime balls." he said to no one in particular.
Giving a sigh, Nathan pulled his mask off and ran a hand over his short hair before looking at Stitches, "Listen, I need to at least warn you before we leave the frying pan. When we get down there you are going to see a part of me I hoped would stay buried. Just... don't judge me too harshly when the shit hits the fan."
With that dealt with somewhat, Nathan continued his walk towards The Pit. From the sounds of it, Linn and Cora were being a pair of slow pokes. "Whatever." he thought to himself as he slowed down a bit. Giving quick glances around them, Nathan kept an eye out for anything else suspicious. After a bit, Nathan let his vigil fall for a second and just walked and enjoyed the wondrous atmosphere of the dank, sketchy, street he was walking down. Idly Nathan looked up at the sky and was mildly disappointed to find that there wasn't any stars in the sky, not that he was surprised. It was a New York after all.
"Eyes front soldier, lets get out of this intact before discussing dinner and drinks."
Switching his gaze from the sky back to Stitches, Nathan couldn't really fight that logic no matter how hard he wanted to. Eyes front. Nathan was about to say something witty when he noticed that Stitches was acting a little fidgety, deep breaths and the such. Before he could say any comforting words, Stitches went back into that oh so nice walk and gained some confidence back. It was true, this whole thing was a little sketchy. Plus the place Nathan was heading to was one he hoped he would never see again, and the fact that if they messed this up than a dangerous criminal would still be on the loose. "Yeah, not ideal." he thought to himself as they continued on their way.
"We can wait up for Cora and Linn outside the alleyway where were less likely to asked for our wallet and phones."
His attention back to the present, Nathan looked back at Stitches and said "That would be a good idea, but only for the backup. They aren't going to care about our age or whatever. They will just give us a pat down and send us in, but I'd watch out if I were you. These guy's will pocket anything of value you have on ya, or maybe cup a feel." His face twisted in disgust at that last prospect, those were one of the worst people in his book. "Slime balls." he said to no one in particular.
Giving a sigh, Nathan pulled his mask off and ran a hand over his short hair before looking at Stitches, "Listen, I need to at least warn you before we leave the frying pan. When we get down there you are going to see a part of me I hoped would stay buried. Just... don't judge me too harshly when the shit hits the fan."
I'll get a post up later.
Name: Thanquol
Race: A greater daemon of the Horned Rat, called a Vermin Lord.
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: Technically neutral but can be seen in a darker light as a evil.
Race: A greater daemon of the Horned Rat, called a Vermin Lord.
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: Technically neutral but can be seen in a darker light as a evil.
Name: Garret Hill
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Group: Main
Personality: Kindhearted, protective, laid back, understanding, and accepting. He doesn't have the nickname "Guardian" for nothing.
Abilities: Fighting, strength, endurance, and is more durable than he should be. Claims it's from drinking milk. However he isn't good at quick turns or more tricky maneuvers that require more finesse.
Appearance:
Wolf:
Background: Garret was born into an abusive, drug ridden household with a father he never knew and a mother that wished he wasn't there. Growing up, Garret was subjected to emotional abuse and neglect by his mother then was picked on by bullies because his mother had been around the block several times and would continue to go again. His only safe haven was Mrs. Leona's class. Mrs. Leona was the closest thing he would ever have to an actual mother and as such took after her more than his real mom. From Mrs. Leona Garret learned how to be a good person no matter how bad things seemed, in the end everything would work itself out.
However everything changed when Garret experienced his first change. When it happened Garret had just turned 14 but his mother wasn't about to call an ambulance and shell out money to the hospital just because her son was having what looked like a seizure. Stuffing him into his room, she left him to either get better or die. She was hoping the former so that she could pawn all his stuff if he kicked the bucket. Garret thrashed around and was filled with unimaginable pain before blacking out. When he awoke, Garret didn't remember much. Only flashes of his mother and blood, so much blood. After trying to get facts together, the young man tried to go home but found that he was lost and didn't have the slightest clue as to were he was. However instead of terrifying him, Garret had never felt more free.
After roaming awhile, the young man go a basic idea of what he was and what he could do. To him it was amazing, he was finally able to do whatever he wanted and he had the body to do it. Soon though, he realized that while this was amazing, it didn't feel as good as it could be if he was able to share it with someone. This nagged him for about a years before he met up the pack. Well technically it wasn't an actual pack, just a collection of mutts really but they all looked out for each other like a pack should. They just weren't locked up by rules and the such. However after many years of being alone, Garret jumped at the chance to join others. He has since then proven himself as a capable warrior and a good friend to many within the rag tag pack.
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Group: Main
Personality: Kindhearted, protective, laid back, understanding, and accepting. He doesn't have the nickname "Guardian" for nothing.
Abilities: Fighting, strength, endurance, and is more durable than he should be. Claims it's from drinking milk. However he isn't good at quick turns or more tricky maneuvers that require more finesse.
Appearance:
Wolf:
Background: Garret was born into an abusive, drug ridden household with a father he never knew and a mother that wished he wasn't there. Growing up, Garret was subjected to emotional abuse and neglect by his mother then was picked on by bullies because his mother had been around the block several times and would continue to go again. His only safe haven was Mrs. Leona's class. Mrs. Leona was the closest thing he would ever have to an actual mother and as such took after her more than his real mom. From Mrs. Leona Garret learned how to be a good person no matter how bad things seemed, in the end everything would work itself out.
However everything changed when Garret experienced his first change. When it happened Garret had just turned 14 but his mother wasn't about to call an ambulance and shell out money to the hospital just because her son was having what looked like a seizure. Stuffing him into his room, she left him to either get better or die. She was hoping the former so that she could pawn all his stuff if he kicked the bucket. Garret thrashed around and was filled with unimaginable pain before blacking out. When he awoke, Garret didn't remember much. Only flashes of his mother and blood, so much blood. After trying to get facts together, the young man tried to go home but found that he was lost and didn't have the slightest clue as to were he was. However instead of terrifying him, Garret had never felt more free.
After roaming awhile, the young man go a basic idea of what he was and what he could do. To him it was amazing, he was finally able to do whatever he wanted and he had the body to do it. Soon though, he realized that while this was amazing, it didn't feel as good as it could be if he was able to share it with someone. This nagged him for about a years before he met up the pack. Well technically it wasn't an actual pack, just a collection of mutts really but they all looked out for each other like a pack should. They just weren't locked up by rules and the such. However after many years of being alone, Garret jumped at the chance to join others. He has since then proven himself as a capable warrior and a good friend to many within the rag tag pack.
With a snarl, I gaze up to the surface and see nothing but light. I didn't like it, it burned my vision and felt wrong. With a rumble, I unleash a wave of darkness that covers most of the ocean. A night so powerful that not even my sibling's sun could pierce it. This darkness sucked out all light, all warmth, and all hope. This is the abyss, and it is my realm. Spreading out, I grab any creature unlucky enough to be caught in my eternal night and begin to change them. Twisting their forms into horrid beasts of the void.
One such creature caught my attention however, it was long and strong. Tearing through its mind I found its name was "Leviathan", with a smile I twisted it into a being greater than what it was before. It was functionally the same, however it was much larger and angrier. Letting it loose, it swam away and searched for anything to spread its hate on to others. With a smile, I sink lower into the depths of the Abyss and laugh as I began to twist more and more creatures into abominations of hate, pain, and rage.
One such creature caught my attention however, it was long and strong. Tearing through its mind I found its name was "Leviathan", with a smile I twisted it into a being greater than what it was before. It was functionally the same, however it was much larger and angrier. Letting it loose, it swam away and searched for anything to spread its hate on to others. With a smile, I sink lower into the depths of the Abyss and laugh as I began to twist more and more creatures into abominations of hate, pain, and rage.
Ok, Fen is done.
Should I move my CS here?
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