Trulove Requiem
01-22-2006, 06:01 PM
He walked slowly through what remained of the ravaged town, his large dingy white wings splashed here and there with blotches of red. It was mostly quiet now except for the crackling of the still burning fires, the screams of a half hour ago now only faint echoes in time. The porcelain half moon that sat in the sky lit the area with a pale glow, but was drowned out by the orange and red of still burning flames.
His pole weapon was gripped firmly in his right hand; the large axe blade in front covered in a sticky red coating while the spear-tipped back end occasionally dripped the same color. Abyssion was beginning to leave this town now, only giving it one last walk through to look for survivors.
A weak sound caught his ear and he stopped, staring straight ahead and listening intently. Again he heard the sound; a groan from someone who had survived his frenzied assault. Turning his head to the right, he spotted the person; a young looking man, his lower half buried beneath the rumble of what was once probably his home. Smears of crimson and brown spotted his face and his eyes were half closed as he drifted in and out of unconsciousness. What could be seen of his clothes were half torn and singed by flames. Without a second thought, Abyssion turned his whole body and casually made his way over to the man, stopping just at his side.
The wounded man looked up at the large being, the orange glow from the still raging flames casting its hue upon his armored form and reflecting in his bright blue eyes. The man began to mouth something, a plea for mercy or perhaps assistance. Abyssion just stared blankly at the man, whatever his words may have been falling on deaf ears. The large winged being simply spun his large weapon in his hand, reversing its direction so that its end spear was now in the forefront.
The man could only stare on helplessly as Abyssion raised his weapon and stabbed it down into his chest, impaling the man right through the heart. Death quickly took the man and Abyssion pulled his bloodied weapon from the corpse and began to walk away. He was pretty sure there was nothing left alive in this town and if there were they’d end up like the rest soon enough. At the moment though, he needed to pay this country’s capital an early morning visit. So with a wave of his hand a spherical silver portal opened up in front of him and he stepped inside, sending ripples along the portal’s surface before it faded out of existence.
Name: Abyssion
Age: Unknown
Race: Unknown, supposedly Seraph
Gender: Male
Appearance: Abyssion is a very large being. He stands tall at a height of seven feet and four inches. He has a very muscled, toned build and weighs about three hundred and eighteen pounds. Abyssion’s hair is a dark gray color and is kept in long thick braids; the most lengthy of which hang down to his mid back. The majority of his facial features are covered with a strange helmet made of a lightweight, yet sturdy material. The only feature visible from under the helmet is his bright sky blue eyes which are without pupils. From his shoulder blades, Abyssion sports two large feathery wings. The wingspan of these wings is five feet high and eight feet across. They are both a dingy white in color and the tips seem to be of a rust color, similar to dried blood.
Personality: Unknown, ruthlessly murdered any who approached.
Weapon(s)/Magic: 8 foot partisan weapon with 2 foot axe blade at the front end. On the back is a small, foot long spear. Uses holy magic.
Name:
Age:
Race:
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
Weapon(s)/Magic: (Use whatever you want, just don’t go overboard and be a master at everything please.)
Starting place: The capital city (Carpathia), the just destroyed town (Myon), or some random place on the continent (Armalis Senatorraine).
Plot: *I don't have enough time to type out everything x_x I'll add it in later today*
His pole weapon was gripped firmly in his right hand; the large axe blade in front covered in a sticky red coating while the spear-tipped back end occasionally dripped the same color. Abyssion was beginning to leave this town now, only giving it one last walk through to look for survivors.
A weak sound caught his ear and he stopped, staring straight ahead and listening intently. Again he heard the sound; a groan from someone who had survived his frenzied assault. Turning his head to the right, he spotted the person; a young looking man, his lower half buried beneath the rumble of what was once probably his home. Smears of crimson and brown spotted his face and his eyes were half closed as he drifted in and out of unconsciousness. What could be seen of his clothes were half torn and singed by flames. Without a second thought, Abyssion turned his whole body and casually made his way over to the man, stopping just at his side.
The wounded man looked up at the large being, the orange glow from the still raging flames casting its hue upon his armored form and reflecting in his bright blue eyes. The man began to mouth something, a plea for mercy or perhaps assistance. Abyssion just stared blankly at the man, whatever his words may have been falling on deaf ears. The large winged being simply spun his large weapon in his hand, reversing its direction so that its end spear was now in the forefront.
The man could only stare on helplessly as Abyssion raised his weapon and stabbed it down into his chest, impaling the man right through the heart. Death quickly took the man and Abyssion pulled his bloodied weapon from the corpse and began to walk away. He was pretty sure there was nothing left alive in this town and if there were they’d end up like the rest soon enough. At the moment though, he needed to pay this country’s capital an early morning visit. So with a wave of his hand a spherical silver portal opened up in front of him and he stepped inside, sending ripples along the portal’s surface before it faded out of existence.
Name: Abyssion
Age: Unknown
Race: Unknown, supposedly Seraph
Gender: Male
Appearance: Abyssion is a very large being. He stands tall at a height of seven feet and four inches. He has a very muscled, toned build and weighs about three hundred and eighteen pounds. Abyssion’s hair is a dark gray color and is kept in long thick braids; the most lengthy of which hang down to his mid back. The majority of his facial features are covered with a strange helmet made of a lightweight, yet sturdy material. The only feature visible from under the helmet is his bright sky blue eyes which are without pupils. From his shoulder blades, Abyssion sports two large feathery wings. The wingspan of these wings is five feet high and eight feet across. They are both a dingy white in color and the tips seem to be of a rust color, similar to dried blood.
Personality: Unknown, ruthlessly murdered any who approached.
Weapon(s)/Magic: 8 foot partisan weapon with 2 foot axe blade at the front end. On the back is a small, foot long spear. Uses holy magic.
Name:
Age:
Race:
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
Weapon(s)/Magic: (Use whatever you want, just don’t go overboard and be a master at everything please.)
Starting place: The capital city (Carpathia), the just destroyed town (Myon), or some random place on the continent (Armalis Senatorraine).
Plot: *I don't have enough time to type out everything x_x I'll add it in later today*