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.Bogeyman.
"-Slishy slash, a bright blue gash, that's Mr. Empty's teeth, golden orbs, a sea of night, stare to deep you'll die of fright, no time to run, no time to cry, peeling flesh, it's time to die, scream, scream, your fear is sweet, a most delectable treat..."
Name: Hestian Black
Age: Questionable, Mr. Black often talks about a time before Angels and Demons, a time before the first bottom feeder crawled out of the primordial soup and sprouted lungs, timeless... But then again, Hestian is bat s**t insane, so it could be false, But appears to look in his Mid 30s. He also emplies that he was Jack the Ripper, and the man behind the Hindenburg Disaster, where great tragedies occur, Hestian is bound to be there, forever feeding on the fears and despairs of man.
Race: Bogeyman, phantom, feeder of fears and negative emotions.
Appearance: Lithe with lean powerful muscle, and bone white skin wrapped in scripture, and strange antiquated symbols tattooed in his flesh, that seem to shift and lift off his skin. Hestian stands at 6'1, with long black hair with an unnatural sheen like an oil slick, or Ravens wings, often seen wearing bold almost outdated gold jewelry, his eyes: heavily lashed, gold irises, and black sclera where the whites ought to be. His teeth like jagged lavender glass, hidden by a teal lipped mouth.
Sexuality: Virtually asexual, but he prefers the company of women.
Bio: A very little is known by the force, the being known as Hestian Black, he is a bad dream, a nightmare, arriving in a city, a drifter, taking lives with him in only the most brutal gruesome ways, unsuspecting, almost unstoppable, if not for weaknesses he keeps under close guard, his true name, unknown to anyone but himself. He has traveled to many different places, but has put roots down in a certain Ghostwood Tavern. He doesn't easily make friends, but he has one, Eva... A vulgar spitfire of a woman, housing a God, if that is what she is.
Alignment: Himself
Powers: he has Toxic almost acidic blood, that when touched can corrode weapons, and render flesh. The ability to manipulate and deconstruct all matter, super strength, speed, senses, and teleportation through any reflective object. a sort of super insanity that often drives him to take more damage and hits then most, easily fighting through pain. He can turn any item into a weapon easily, but prefers to torture his victims with powerful illusions, bringing their every fear to life, inflicting pain to bring realism to his torturing.
Weapon: Anything within reach... He is very resourceful
Job: Drifter, vagrant
Bands Hestian Fancies: Skinny Puppy, Arcturus, OhGr, Satyricon, Le Grand Guignol, ZOAR, Carach Angren, Angizia, classical, 1920s, 1930s, and 1940s music.
Favorite Color: Black and Blue, like bruises around bound wrists
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.Bogeyman.
"-Slishy slash, a bright blue gash, that's Mr. Empty's teeth, golden orbs, a sea of night, stare to deep you'll die of fright, no time to run, no time to cry, peeling flesh, it's time to die, scream, scream, your fear is sweet, a most delectable treat..."
Name: Hestian Black
Age: Questionable, Mr. Black often talks about a time before Angels and Demons, a time before the first bottom feeder crawled out of the primordial soup and sprouted lungs, timeless... But then again, Hestian is bat s**t insane, so it could be false, But appears to look in his Mid 30s. He also emplies that he was Jack the Ripper, and the man behind the Hindenburg Disaster, where great tragedies occur, Hestian is bound to be there, forever feeding on the fears and despairs of man.
Race: Bogeyman, phantom, feeder of fears and negative emotions.
Appearance: Lithe with lean powerful muscle, and bone white skin wrapped in scripture, and strange antiquated symbols tattooed in his flesh, that seem to shift and lift off his skin. Hestian stands at 6'1, with long black hair with an unnatural sheen like an oil slick, or Ravens wings, often seen wearing bold almost outdated gold jewelry, his eyes: heavily lashed, gold irises, and black sclera where the whites ought to be. His teeth like jagged lavender glass, hidden by a teal lipped mouth.
Sexuality: Virtually asexual, but he prefers the company of women.
Bio: A very little is known by the force, the being known as Hestian Black, he is a bad dream, a nightmare, arriving in a city, a drifter, taking lives with him in only the most brutal gruesome ways, unsuspecting, almost unstoppable, if not for weaknesses he keeps under close guard, his true name, unknown to anyone but himself. He has traveled to many different places, but has put roots down in a certain Ghostwood Tavern. He doesn't easily make friends, but he has one, Eva... A vulgar spitfire of a woman, housing a God, if that is what she is.
Alignment: Himself
Powers: he has Toxic almost acidic blood, that when touched can corrode weapons, and render flesh. The ability to manipulate and deconstruct all matter, super strength, speed, senses, and teleportation through any reflective object. a sort of super insanity that often drives him to take more damage and hits then most, easily fighting through pain. He can turn any item into a weapon easily, but prefers to torture his victims with powerful illusions, bringing their every fear to life, inflicting pain to bring realism to his torturing.
Weapon: Anything within reach... He is very resourceful
Job: Drifter, vagrant
Bands Hestian Fancies: Skinny Puppy, Arcturus, OhGr, Satyricon, Le Grand Guignol, ZOAR, Carach Angren, Angizia, classical, 1920s, 1930s, and 1940s music.
Favorite Color: Black and Blue, like bruises around bound wrists
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"--Art is an expression, your fingers are trying to communicate with your brain, but like tourists in a foriegn country they fail to speak the same language, instead of a picture, like the sterile intelligence of a camera, it is an extending of ones brain waves, words put out, meant to bridge accross the sea of madness into our own tainted sub concious."
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Pip pip, cheerio
My other characters:
-Esriel
-Everett
-Mad Hatter
-The Toymaker
-Vonner Krauss
┴─┴
ಠ_ರೃ
Pip pip, cheerio
My other characters:
-Esriel
-Everett
-Mad Hatter
-The Toymaker
-Vonner Krauss
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