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"And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held against us."
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Post by sailinq on Jan 14, 2015 22:37:55 GMT
○ draw or describe your player(s) as a Corrupted
○ be creative...
○ include details about the AU if you want :>
I'll do mine later, I promise
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Post by cannibal on Jan 17, 2015 0:05:45 GMT
Mendril corrupted form + RP service
''A knife made of blood,''
A dagger so bloodied red, you can't see the steel underneath. The murders counting to hundreds, but none washes the knife. Without getting dull, without getting rotten, the knife became sharper and deadlier instead. It gained sight, by stabbing the eyes out. It gained hunger, by ripping the bellies open. It gained speech, by slicing the throats. It gained life, by lunging out the hearths. It's a knife made of blood.
''Once stabbing, the surroundings turns to darkness,''
The corrupted has surrounded Mendril, all he could see is darkness closing him in. He doesn't know how long he had been fighting, but it seemed hours or days. He lost allot of blood by using his spells. His eyes were tired, he grasped for breath and he could barely lift his tail. Surrendering was not an option, it never will. With his last strength he drew more blood out from his body, creating a huge boiling blood bolt in front of him.
''I'm going to blow you all up to hell! I'm the cannibal! You'll not defeat...*cough*''
Mendril couched and saw blood drips on the ground. He realised that he just had coughed up blood. A sudden pain invaded his brain, the world started twisting around before his eyes. He started to faint and fell on the ground. The blood bolt snapped like soap bubble and the blood fell over his body. His face was buried in the ground. He looked up and saw the corrupted coming at him. How shameful it was to be covered with your own blood. He didn't want to die like this, but there was nothing he could any more. And so... he fainted. The corrupted reached him and crawled over his body. There was one corrupted, larger then any other corrupted. His shape was hazy and unclear in the darkness, it had giant tendrils and no eyes. He shoved the corrupted away from Mendril. Small tendrils grabbed Mendrils face and went inside his mouth.
''Once cutting, the path opens to madness,''
Mendril suddenly woke up and grasped for air. His body felt fine, no... it felt even better. He stood up and glared at the mighty creature in front of him. Suddenly there was harsh sound inside his head. Mendril started screaming in pain. The black-lines on his body glowed fiercely red and crystallised. All the blood in his body was cooking him from the inside, melting away the body of flesh. The crimson crystals grew bigger and merged with bone spine and the ribs. His eyes became two burning red crystals. Red crystal spikes near his cheeks pointed to the empty space in front of his mouth. His blood gathered in his tail and formed a sharp blade at the tail point. Mendril inspected his skeleton body and started laughing.
''Once bleeding, you push your pain to real,''
The corrupted around cleared a path from him. The dark large creature pointed to a village. Under his command the dark clouds began to move and the shadows crept closer to the town. Mendril extinguished the fire in his eyes. (he closed his eyes) He focussed on his new gained power, the blood from his tail raised up through his skeleton and moved to his hands. His hands turned into crimson red scythes. Mendril laughed. This power he felt, made him feel invincible. He could do anything he want now, and he wanted to kill. Kill, kill, kill, KILL! Mendril breathed out fire in the sky. Large snakes made of blood grew out his back and hissed fiercely in the air. Mendril raised his chest high in the air.
''The Cannibal has returned! and he has come to eat you! Because I'm... A knife made of blood,''
(626)
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