Tally Dor

Heroes Rise: Paragon City

I do want to throw it out there that I don't intend to always have the voices that The Weeping hears in every post but they are ALWAYS there in some form or another. The Devil on his shoulder as it were. For the introduction post figured it was necessary though.

EDIT: Forgot to do the header stuff. Added that in

Heroes Rise: Paragon City

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The Weeping

Location: Abandoned building, The Melting Pot, Eastern Nighthaven, Paragon City
Skills: N/A

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The sound of shuffling feet echoed throughout the empty building. A weathered hand held tightly to a railing as they lifted tired feet. The worn out shoes were barely holding. The old man who slowly staggered up the stairs was gripping a large brown bottle in his free hand. Occasionally he'd stop to take a swig, he reeked of the stuff but it seemed to have little effect in slowing him down.

He ignored all the bullet holes that were scattered along the walls. It seems a massive gunfight had occurred in this building at some point. As he crossed the final step he steadied himself. This small landing had one overhead light that illuminated his surroundings. Being one of the few buildings in this section of the Melting Pot that somehow still had power.

Most likely because it had been Fat Tony's. The slum lord who had ruled these ally ways until... Well until he was no more. The old man took a deep breath as he wiped the sweat from his brow, the back of his palm having to go a bit further back then most because of his greatly receding hair line. His watery blue eyes strained into the pitch blackness of the room ahead of him. Even tho it was a good ways into the morning, little to no sun light could pierce the thick curtains in the room.

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The drunk took a few more tentative steps closer to the darkness but being careful not to enter the room as he looked for anything. Movement? Breathing? Life? All that he encountered was silence and his own labored breathing from the climb up the stairs. Then he saw it. There in the darkness. Two small orangeish red eyes. He felt a small twinge of fear travel down his spine. They were eyes like that of a predator.

The explosion of sudden sound gave the old man another fright. His grip on the bottle tightening. For The Weeping spoke like no normal man or woman. It was as if hundreds of voices were all speaking at the same time. A cacophony of voices with no real rhyme or reason.

“Why are you here Garrett?”

As the question lingered in the air, Garrett took a quick swig of liquid courage and shrugged off the growing sense of dread. That's why, the others had sent him up here. The drunk spoke with a slight slur as he quickly spoke.

“The others wanted mah ta check in on youse.”

A hiccup escaping his lips as no response came from the pair of eyes in the dark.

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The Weeping's eyes vanished from Garrett's sight as he had been sitting with his knees pressed up against his chest. His head bowed low and his eyes closed as he rocked back and forth his voice seemed uncertain of itself.

“It's too loud. You need to go away.”

Garrett's blue eyes seemed confused for the briefest of a second before he shoved his brown bottle outward towards the figure in the dark.

“When da hospital closed. I ad no more meds. This thing helps me quiet the voices nowadays.”

Once again met with no response. Garrett inwardly sighed to himself as he staggered in his efforts to turn himself using his hand to keep from falling. His eyes gazed towards the stairs before looking back into the dark.

“I dunno what month it is but it's going to get cold before long. You should come out and warm yourself by the fire. We got plenty of barrels going.”

Not expecting an answer the old man slowly left as he went down the stairs he came up earlier. The Weeping frowned as he stood from his sitting position. The bums, the destitute, and those who wished to remain lost that made the Melting Pot their homes. Would they truly welcome such a monster if they got a good look at him?

He turned towards one of the walls and vanished into the darkness. After a few moments. He walked out of a different shadow into a secret basement in the same building. It had been Fat Tony's own personal torture chamber where he broke others to make them do his bidding. The first thing that hit the Weeping's nose was the hint of iron, the stench of human waste, and rotten food.

Kneeling before him in the dimly lit room was Fat Tony. He was naked and most of the flesh on his back had been rended, left with nasty scars. The voices in his mind began to scream as a searing pain seemed to race around in his brain as the flesh on his fingers shredded itself as his bones lengthened and ended in jagged points.

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He resisted them as he leaned down in front of Tony to get one final look at him. A pained whimper escaping the fat man's mouth as his terrified eyes landed on the beast in front of him. His multiple chins wobbling as fresh tears begin to stream down his face.

“Please kill me.”

A malevolent grin crossed the Weepings lips as he gave into the voices. Rearing back he drove his claws straight through the slum lord's skull. He had kept the man alive and tortured him for weeks in an effort to learn about the underbelly of Paragon City. Truth be told Tony's usefulness had gone out the window after the first week as he only knew so much, but the Weeping had kept him around because of how he had toyed with the lives of those who had no way to fight back.

As he pulled his hand free with a sickening sound and the massive body fell, he licked his fingers. Enjoying the warm metallic taste despite being inwardly grossed out. Normal food and drink were like ash in his mouth, it was only through losing himself had he discovered this grim reality of his new body.

Heroes Rise: Paragon City

Two Nigel's in one Roleplay?

Well thats just.....

Heroes Rise: Paragon City

Me and Nallore have been back and forth on various things about the Weeping cuz I want him to be good in the universe. He has been resurrected for roughly 3-4 weeks now.

Feel free to DM me or talk to me on the discord.

Heroes Rise: Paragon City

Depending on where you want your character based. I could offer suggestions for her meeting the Weeping or being around his neighborhood.

Heroes Rise: Paragon City

Got it handled! Also put it in the CS section.

Nallore is the rule just to make sure we have read things? All these different universes. You might break the fabric of reality :D

Heroes Rise: Paragon City

Nigel "The Weeping" Jamil

The Weeping
The Weeping

^{"Filthy Rot. Must cut. Must away."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Nigel "The Weeping" Jamil _________________________________________________________ 43 | Male _________________________________________________________ None | Paragon City, Ireland N O T A B L E P O W E R S & A B I L I T I E S N O T A B L E P O W E R S & A B I L T I I E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O W E R S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Shadow Walker - A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Feral bone claws - O T H E R I N F O R M A T I O N _________________________________________________________ [+] - S K I L L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Host of Many ◼ Untiring ◼ Weeping Wail ◼ Hand to Hand Combat- T H E M E S O N G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ White Whale by Shadow Academy -

T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... Nigel had just arrived in America having heard great tales of Paragon City and its rich history. He however was a classic case of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Grabbed up and kidnapped by some members of the Delgato Gang thinking he was a runaway snitch. They murdered him and when they discovered they had the wrong man, they quickly took his body out to the swamps of La'moi under the cover of night outside of Paragon City. It was a place they often dumped their bodies, and they had a shaman who used his mystic arts to cover up the evidence. Something strange and unexpected happened this fateful night though. A sudden storm sprang upon them and a bolt of lightning struck the swamp as Nigel's body was forced under by the magic. Nothing happened. The Delgato members left and within a few hours Nigel's hand burst out of the muck and mire. His body transformed. All of his hair vanished, and strange black archaic symbols seemed to dance across his body. He could feel that he was himself, but he felt like he was something more now. There were voices in his head now. Sometimes they were silent whispers and other times they were like a violent storm. Whatever it was they spoke their intention was always clear as crystal. Revenge. ________________________________________________________________________________________ P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) Nigel has cast away his old life. He has taken up the name "The Weeping" He has taken to killing any and all of the scum of Paragon City. While he is mostly in control Nigel often has found himself having periods of madness where he strikes out and kills anything and anyone around him. The voices in his head screaming so loudly and death is the only thing that calms them. It is for this reason he tends to linger in abandoned places while he plans for his next target. Much of the underworld is unnerved by him but many are also after him now. <DC Universe> ________________________________________________________________________________________

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Heroes Rise: Paragon City

I just copy and pasted Diana's actually and wrote in my own stuff haha. Since it was easier for me.

Heroes Rise: Paragon City

I present my villian! He is really more of a vigilante but due to his occasional madness most would definitely think of him as a villain.

Nigel "The Weeping" Jamil

The Weeping
The Weeping

^{"Filthy Rot. Must cut. Must away."}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Nigel "The Weeping" Jamil _________________________________________________________ 43 | Male _________________________________________________________ None | Paragon City, Ireland N O T A B L E P O W E R S & A B I L I T I E S N O T A B L E P O W E R S & A B I L T I I E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O W E R S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Shadow Walker - A B I L I T I E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Feral bone claws - O T H E R I N F O R M A T I O N _________________________________________________________ [+] - S K I L L (S) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ Host of Many ◼ Untiring ◼ Weeping Wail ◼ Hand to Hand Combat- T H E M E S O N G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ White Whale by Shadow Academy -

T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... T H E S T O R Y S O F A R... Nigel had just arrived in America having heard great tales of Paragon City and its rich history. He however was a classic case of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Grabbed up and kidnapped by some members of the Delgato Gang thinking he was a runaway snitch. They murdered him and when they discovered they had the wrong man, they quickly took his body out to the swamps of La'moi under the cover of night outside of Paragon City. It was a place they often dumped their bodies, and they had a shaman who used his mystic arts to cover up the evidence. Something strange and unexpected happened this fateful night though. A sudden storm sprang upon them and a bolt of lightning struck the swamp as Nigel's body was forced under by the magic. Nothing happened. The Delgato members left and within a few hours Nigel's hand burst out of the muck and mire. His body transformed. All of his hair vanished, and strange black archaic symbols seemed to dance across his body. He could feel that he was himself, but he felt like he was something more now. There were voices in his head now. Sometimes they were silent whispers and under times they were like a violent storm. Whatever it was they spoke their intention was always clear as crystal. Revenge. ________________________________________________________________________________________ P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) Nigel has cast away his old life. He has taken up the name "The Weeping" He has taken to killing any and all of the scum of Paragon City. While he is mostly in control Nigel often has found himself having periods of madness where he strikes out and kills anything and anyone around him. The voices in his head screaming so loudly and death is the only thing that calms them. It is for this reason he tends to linger in abandoned places while he plans for his next target. Much of the underworld is unnerved by him but many are also after him now. <DC Universe> ________________________________________________________________________________________

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Heroes Rise: Paragon City

working on my character sheet currently.

Just as a question what's the strongest Gang, crime family, or power group in Paragon City for evil? I might also be adding a location for my character's lore if that's ok? Just like a forlorn swamp or bog something of that nature, where they dispose of bodies.