Post by nikkayla on Sept 19, 2009 4:29:25 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): the Voyd
Text: Ƞ. the Voyd (the three characters at the start are important!)
Quote: relentless forces of destruction
Species: Horse
Age: Immortal
Gender: Male
Breed: Built like an Andalusian X Arab
Colour: Black
Physical Appearance: the Voyd is a tall, dark, scarred being who looks somewhat emaciated these days. His mane is scraggly and knotted, as is his tail. His hooves are split and broken. He has glowing pink eyes (i stress, pink eyes!) and a slender but powerful build. He has a massive scar across his throat where his jugular is, where it used to be intact. The scar has chunks taken from his neck and looks like it was ripped off by horse teeth a long time ago. His mane and tail are long, his tail almost touches the ground. He carries around numerous scars, from all the fights and slaughter he has done.
Personality: He has no care for anything or anyone. He hardly ever speaks. He had become the keeper of the dead, the playtoy of a demon. the Voyd was murdered a long time ago but he had been sent back to the world of living, no longer truly alive. He spent a long time killing for no reason, mass slaughter tending to be something that he felt some enjoyment from. He has stopped the killing but he still does it from time to time, needing the lifeforce of another to keep on living the way he does. He is very, very old, very dark and sadistic.
Images or References:
i72.photobucket.com/albums/i175/tamarillo/theVoyd.jpg - image by Ceara for him a long time ago <3
Image Ideas: I'm not entirely sure, which is why I'm ordering it to see if someone else can have a go at it. Maybe him standing over something he has just killed, or in shadow. Its completely up to you, as I have no ideas for it at all.
Example post with requested character: But what was it that lurked there, in the shadows? What was hiding there, undetected for the time being? All sorts of strange, twisted creatures hid there, their soulless eyes feasting on their prey to be. It was the darkness that waited for them, for one day it would take them, body and soul. One day it would rise from the shadows, stretching out long black limbs and encircling its prey, tearing and rending flesh and pulling the soul from the body. That soul was sent elsewhere but the darkness and the world devoured the body, consuming it and returning it to whence it came. This was how it was, for most living creatures.
But only most. There were few, who were not normal. Few who had been changed, few who were cursed. And there was one who was to live for eternity. He had already died, in a manner of speaking, but he had been returned to the world whence he had come, because it was not his time. The black soulless creature had lost everything on the fateful day that he had last felt anything. He had felt love, betrayal, pain, fear and anger. So much anger had been burning in him when he had seen her with him. He who had caused him so much pain, and now had left him to die. Throat torn out and left beside him, the Voyd had been left to die, to bleed to death. He had passed, his body had become still and he had begun to decompose when he met the one who had sent him back. He who had become the only one that he answered to. The Voyd had been returned and it was in that moment he lost everything.
Everything about him changed. He could no longer keep himself looking like a horse. He had begun to decompose and parts of him were not long for this world. He had lost bits of flesh and the most important one of all, was his muzzle. He had his skeleton, marred red and brown, from where blood had sat and rotted away for so long. He had been stuck in this form, for so long. And that insane bloodthirsty feeling never left him. He felt it even now, burning deep inside him, as his crazed pink eyes searched around, looking.
His solace in his domain was long, but it was interrupted as well. The world changed, the temperature shifted and the clouds began to roll across the sky, in tighter, dark rows. Rain soon began to roll from the sky, lightning splitting the world in half as it stretched across the sky. And standing the middle of this empty field, in this purgatory, was him, the keeper of the dead himself. He raised his strangely shaped head to the sky, his fleshless muzzle seeming so stark against the dark clouds. His eyes rolled in their sockets, wide and menacing, as they searched his lands for what had changed.
There it was. A body moved, a body that held no eyes in their sockets, towards him. This did not send anything into his head. His eyes merely roamed over her, his eyes that searched her body, searching her soul, to see what had brought her here. And so he found out, it was death that did. A new soul for purgatory, a soul who would live here for eternity. His face did not change, nothing shifted. He instead casually flung his head to the side, parting his jaw to send the torn rabbit flying from his teeth. Flesh ripped and tore as it left his mouth, new blood beginning to roll down the stained bones of his jaw. His wicked teeth came back together and closed his jaw, as his eyes once again landed on her.
She spoke to him. Words that spun her life before him and danced into his ears. A voice, something he had not heard for a long time, let alone to him. He spent little time among the living, because the drive to chase them down, to lay them out and split them open from muzzle to tail was something he could not stop very well. His head slowly lowered a little, a hiss rising from the back of his throat. He no longer possessed a nostril cavity as such, so his breath escaped through his teeth, making a strange whistling sound as it did. That hiss rolled on for a moment, as the creature managed to flick his tongue up from the bottom of his jaw. His head extended slightly, pulling the scars around his broken, battered jugular groove tight, the only way that he could speak. “Still your impudent tongue.” came his voice. That voice that sounded like it was being run over gravel and dampened by water. His voice was so hoarse, it was wrong. How could he speak with barely any larynx? His whispering, gravel-coarse voice was so eerie, but there was little about him that was anywhere near normal. “What has cast you in to purgatory, Dogfight?” and that was all he said, his jaw closed, sealing his wicked teeth together, his tongue resting at the bottom of his jaw, where it only barely had enough room to rest.
Thunder roared and lightning forked across the sky, illuminating the pair, and sparking the malevolent look in the Voyd’s eye even more, before it feel dark again, returning them to the darkness of the storm.
Comments: This character of mine is very, very old. I made him up a long time ago, probably 2002-03. He has been in and out, and getting more weird and cruel as the years go by. He now lives in only one place, and thats the Jehonas in the rpg, Liridon. But he has also been getting worse looking, hes not shiny and clean. He is not skeletal, he still has a fair bit of muscle and condition but he is slender, light and looks more like a thicker Arabian, with a more of an Andalusian head. I can never do an image for him, I've never got ideas or anything for him.
Signature?: No thanks <3
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? It will be used on Liridon; liridon.110mb.com/ and Liridon only!
Specific Artist?: Whoever wants to have a go, please do! <3 I'll love whoever does, thank you so much!!!
Text: Ƞ. the Voyd (the three characters at the start are important!)
Quote: relentless forces of destruction
Species: Horse
Age: Immortal
Gender: Male
Breed: Built like an Andalusian X Arab
Colour: Black
Physical Appearance: the Voyd is a tall, dark, scarred being who looks somewhat emaciated these days. His mane is scraggly and knotted, as is his tail. His hooves are split and broken. He has glowing pink eyes (i stress, pink eyes!) and a slender but powerful build. He has a massive scar across his throat where his jugular is, where it used to be intact. The scar has chunks taken from his neck and looks like it was ripped off by horse teeth a long time ago. His mane and tail are long, his tail almost touches the ground. He carries around numerous scars, from all the fights and slaughter he has done.
Personality: He has no care for anything or anyone. He hardly ever speaks. He had become the keeper of the dead, the playtoy of a demon. the Voyd was murdered a long time ago but he had been sent back to the world of living, no longer truly alive. He spent a long time killing for no reason, mass slaughter tending to be something that he felt some enjoyment from. He has stopped the killing but he still does it from time to time, needing the lifeforce of another to keep on living the way he does. He is very, very old, very dark and sadistic.
Images or References:
i72.photobucket.com/albums/i175/tamarillo/theVoyd.jpg - image by Ceara for him a long time ago <3
Image Ideas: I'm not entirely sure, which is why I'm ordering it to see if someone else can have a go at it. Maybe him standing over something he has just killed, or in shadow. Its completely up to you, as I have no ideas for it at all.
Example post with requested character: But what was it that lurked there, in the shadows? What was hiding there, undetected for the time being? All sorts of strange, twisted creatures hid there, their soulless eyes feasting on their prey to be. It was the darkness that waited for them, for one day it would take them, body and soul. One day it would rise from the shadows, stretching out long black limbs and encircling its prey, tearing and rending flesh and pulling the soul from the body. That soul was sent elsewhere but the darkness and the world devoured the body, consuming it and returning it to whence it came. This was how it was, for most living creatures.
But only most. There were few, who were not normal. Few who had been changed, few who were cursed. And there was one who was to live for eternity. He had already died, in a manner of speaking, but he had been returned to the world whence he had come, because it was not his time. The black soulless creature had lost everything on the fateful day that he had last felt anything. He had felt love, betrayal, pain, fear and anger. So much anger had been burning in him when he had seen her with him. He who had caused him so much pain, and now had left him to die. Throat torn out and left beside him, the Voyd had been left to die, to bleed to death. He had passed, his body had become still and he had begun to decompose when he met the one who had sent him back. He who had become the only one that he answered to. The Voyd had been returned and it was in that moment he lost everything.
Everything about him changed. He could no longer keep himself looking like a horse. He had begun to decompose and parts of him were not long for this world. He had lost bits of flesh and the most important one of all, was his muzzle. He had his skeleton, marred red and brown, from where blood had sat and rotted away for so long. He had been stuck in this form, for so long. And that insane bloodthirsty feeling never left him. He felt it even now, burning deep inside him, as his crazed pink eyes searched around, looking.
His solace in his domain was long, but it was interrupted as well. The world changed, the temperature shifted and the clouds began to roll across the sky, in tighter, dark rows. Rain soon began to roll from the sky, lightning splitting the world in half as it stretched across the sky. And standing the middle of this empty field, in this purgatory, was him, the keeper of the dead himself. He raised his strangely shaped head to the sky, his fleshless muzzle seeming so stark against the dark clouds. His eyes rolled in their sockets, wide and menacing, as they searched his lands for what had changed.
There it was. A body moved, a body that held no eyes in their sockets, towards him. This did not send anything into his head. His eyes merely roamed over her, his eyes that searched her body, searching her soul, to see what had brought her here. And so he found out, it was death that did. A new soul for purgatory, a soul who would live here for eternity. His face did not change, nothing shifted. He instead casually flung his head to the side, parting his jaw to send the torn rabbit flying from his teeth. Flesh ripped and tore as it left his mouth, new blood beginning to roll down the stained bones of his jaw. His wicked teeth came back together and closed his jaw, as his eyes once again landed on her.
She spoke to him. Words that spun her life before him and danced into his ears. A voice, something he had not heard for a long time, let alone to him. He spent little time among the living, because the drive to chase them down, to lay them out and split them open from muzzle to tail was something he could not stop very well. His head slowly lowered a little, a hiss rising from the back of his throat. He no longer possessed a nostril cavity as such, so his breath escaped through his teeth, making a strange whistling sound as it did. That hiss rolled on for a moment, as the creature managed to flick his tongue up from the bottom of his jaw. His head extended slightly, pulling the scars around his broken, battered jugular groove tight, the only way that he could speak. “Still your impudent tongue.” came his voice. That voice that sounded like it was being run over gravel and dampened by water. His voice was so hoarse, it was wrong. How could he speak with barely any larynx? His whispering, gravel-coarse voice was so eerie, but there was little about him that was anywhere near normal. “What has cast you in to purgatory, Dogfight?” and that was all he said, his jaw closed, sealing his wicked teeth together, his tongue resting at the bottom of his jaw, where it only barely had enough room to rest.
Thunder roared and lightning forked across the sky, illuminating the pair, and sparking the malevolent look in the Voyd’s eye even more, before it feel dark again, returning them to the darkness of the storm.
Comments: This character of mine is very, very old. I made him up a long time ago, probably 2002-03. He has been in and out, and getting more weird and cruel as the years go by. He now lives in only one place, and thats the Jehonas in the rpg, Liridon. But he has also been getting worse looking, hes not shiny and clean. He is not skeletal, he still has a fair bit of muscle and condition but he is slender, light and looks more like a thicker Arabian, with a more of an Andalusian head. I can never do an image for him, I've never got ideas or anything for him.
Signature?: No thanks <3
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? It will be used on Liridon; liridon.110mb.com/ and Liridon only!
Specific Artist?: Whoever wants to have a go, please do! <3 I'll love whoever does, thank you so much!!!