Post by vagrantreason on Feb 3, 2010 13:33:57 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Osiris
Text: Osiris
Quote: Life is Wasted on the Living
Species: unicorn demon creature
Age: timeless, but not immortal
Gender: stallion
Breed: thicker built, but not draft
Colour: black
Physical Appearance: unicorn horn is crooked (imperfect), green eyes, large scar on chest
Personality: brash, very lippy and loves da ladies! (lol!)
Images or References: at the mercy of your creative whims
Image Ideas: Osiris is part of Egyptian legend, though I am not asking for an Egyptian feel to this picture. He was the ruler of the Afterlife, so something dark would be fitting, please.
Example post with requested character:
(to the King of the new lands he's come to)
It seemed as if he’d arrived late to the party. What a shame to have missed the introductions. Yet as Orisis crept through the Darkness of Chaos, from their agape mouths the decree of their King was repeated by the people's tongue. He listened well, for it did him no service to find himself unwitting when it came to the hierarchy of the new found Darkness. What was it they said? Keep your friends close, your enemies closer? A satirical sneer came to his lips, for at this moment he had neither.
Among the gossip of others, he heard one common thread repeated. He cannot seek us out in the daylight. The King says it is his weakness. At first earshot of this, he dismissed it as nonsense…surely this creature had misheard. Then again. And again. Time again he heard this repeated. Was it held truth? Did this creature Balthazar, their King, have disadvantage to the risen sun? And even so, would he in fact expose that for any passer to hear? This intrigued him greatly. Long had many rulers, warriors and those of more modest breeding hidden away their secrets. Kept guarded closely and locked away like the shameful little delights they were. Had Balthazar realized something the masses had overlooked? Was there benefit to such honesty?
The past had been littered with miscue’s that led into years of mendaciousness. It was much easier to him to simply tell others what they needed to hear; to pacify them and their misgivings. Orisis thought that the weary were alert to things, while the ones at ease grew dumber and weaker. Conceivably, that was what caused him to be where he was now; deposed from his title as once Lord of the Afterlife. Ridiculous as it seems, the Gods wanted some justice and truth, even in death. Reckoning had come and he was fated to endure his worst kind of torture. To walk among the living.
Balthazar was received as their monarch with what seemed to be little hesitation. They came to him in small numbers to make their allegiance known. It seemed as if candor and adherence to the Darkness was all he asked of them. Nerve, he had plenty of. And if he was mandated to walk among the living, the Darkness would be as close to home as he could get. But …this honesty thing might take some work.
Once the last sweeps of golden light were choked out by the coming of the night, he had decided. Orisis moved with a steady but deliberate stride from the recesses of the lands toward the heart of the Darkness. A wintry wind blew in as he moved forward in the moonlight, head held high against the biting air. It soon passed, though it offered no disparity to him. He knew what needed to be done if he was to remain. It was no complex matter to figure out who their King was, though he had heard nothing of his appearance. The way the others looked to him, not at him, spoke volumes. Approaching could be a tricky matter, for what he would speak to the King about could certainly be considered private and he wished for no audience.
Revealing deep dark secrets was a more intimate thing than that.
Orisis took his chance and closed the gap between the two stallions. His eyes met that of the creature and did not falter.
"Balthazar…am I correct? I am new to this Darkness, however I called another kind home."
He hesitated a few moments before continuing. The next part of their conversation would feel foreign and reprehensible. Honesty…well, here it goes.
"I hear that you have told the populace of your…sensitivity to light. While I don’t find such directness having been part of my nature, I will try things your way. I am Orisis. I am not used to living under the rule of another, but it has been made clear to me that my former existence was not tolerable. Things have changed and I must adapt. I hope that you would consider me as one of your Darkness; knowing that my life has been consumed by nothing less. Know that you are not alone in your vulnerabilities and limitations, King. I too stand before you, a walking wounded."
Comments: He is really goofy and quite cheesy when it comes to the ladies. He is really fun to play and just get messy with!
Signature?: Please. If possible, similar width to the image and the height no bigger than 400.
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? Chaos
Specific Artist?: any willing
Text: Osiris
Quote: Life is Wasted on the Living
Species: unicorn demon creature
Age: timeless, but not immortal
Gender: stallion
Breed: thicker built, but not draft
Colour: black
Physical Appearance: unicorn horn is crooked (imperfect), green eyes, large scar on chest
Personality: brash, very lippy and loves da ladies! (lol!)
Images or References: at the mercy of your creative whims
Image Ideas: Osiris is part of Egyptian legend, though I am not asking for an Egyptian feel to this picture. He was the ruler of the Afterlife, so something dark would be fitting, please.
Example post with requested character:
(to the King of the new lands he's come to)
It seemed as if he’d arrived late to the party. What a shame to have missed the introductions. Yet as Orisis crept through the Darkness of Chaos, from their agape mouths the decree of their King was repeated by the people's tongue. He listened well, for it did him no service to find himself unwitting when it came to the hierarchy of the new found Darkness. What was it they said? Keep your friends close, your enemies closer? A satirical sneer came to his lips, for at this moment he had neither.
Among the gossip of others, he heard one common thread repeated. He cannot seek us out in the daylight. The King says it is his weakness. At first earshot of this, he dismissed it as nonsense…surely this creature had misheard. Then again. And again. Time again he heard this repeated. Was it held truth? Did this creature Balthazar, their King, have disadvantage to the risen sun? And even so, would he in fact expose that for any passer to hear? This intrigued him greatly. Long had many rulers, warriors and those of more modest breeding hidden away their secrets. Kept guarded closely and locked away like the shameful little delights they were. Had Balthazar realized something the masses had overlooked? Was there benefit to such honesty?
The past had been littered with miscue’s that led into years of mendaciousness. It was much easier to him to simply tell others what they needed to hear; to pacify them and their misgivings. Orisis thought that the weary were alert to things, while the ones at ease grew dumber and weaker. Conceivably, that was what caused him to be where he was now; deposed from his title as once Lord of the Afterlife. Ridiculous as it seems, the Gods wanted some justice and truth, even in death. Reckoning had come and he was fated to endure his worst kind of torture. To walk among the living.
Balthazar was received as their monarch with what seemed to be little hesitation. They came to him in small numbers to make their allegiance known. It seemed as if candor and adherence to the Darkness was all he asked of them. Nerve, he had plenty of. And if he was mandated to walk among the living, the Darkness would be as close to home as he could get. But …this honesty thing might take some work.
Once the last sweeps of golden light were choked out by the coming of the night, he had decided. Orisis moved with a steady but deliberate stride from the recesses of the lands toward the heart of the Darkness. A wintry wind blew in as he moved forward in the moonlight, head held high against the biting air. It soon passed, though it offered no disparity to him. He knew what needed to be done if he was to remain. It was no complex matter to figure out who their King was, though he had heard nothing of his appearance. The way the others looked to him, not at him, spoke volumes. Approaching could be a tricky matter, for what he would speak to the King about could certainly be considered private and he wished for no audience.
Revealing deep dark secrets was a more intimate thing than that.
Orisis took his chance and closed the gap between the two stallions. His eyes met that of the creature and did not falter.
"Balthazar…am I correct? I am new to this Darkness, however I called another kind home."
He hesitated a few moments before continuing. The next part of their conversation would feel foreign and reprehensible. Honesty…well, here it goes.
"I hear that you have told the populace of your…sensitivity to light. While I don’t find such directness having been part of my nature, I will try things your way. I am Orisis. I am not used to living under the rule of another, but it has been made clear to me that my former existence was not tolerable. Things have changed and I must adapt. I hope that you would consider me as one of your Darkness; knowing that my life has been consumed by nothing less. Know that you are not alone in your vulnerabilities and limitations, King. I too stand before you, a walking wounded."
Comments: He is really goofy and quite cheesy when it comes to the ladies. He is really fun to play and just get messy with!
Signature?: Please. If possible, similar width to the image and the height no bigger than 400.
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? Chaos
Specific Artist?: any willing