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| − | + | A monstruosity, a walking colossus of undeath. That is Arkham, the Visage of a Thousand Demises. A 10 feet tall statue, weighing no less than a ton, carved of smooth black marble and smoother soulsteel. Its veins are the color of Corpus, and on its surface, a thousand souls wail for release. Shaped like a man, moving like one – in fluid motions, if slow ones, little evidencing its inhumanity in movements, although it is obvious, by any observer, even deep in the night, that there is something just wrong with Arkham. Any who approach the Visage hears the wailing of a thousand trapped souls, and the whispers no living soul should hear. The words of dead gods, that which guides the dark automaton. | |
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| + | Its form is human, but featureless – without such as nails, hair, lines, mouth, nose, or genitalia. its eyes, or the slight releve on his face where eyes should be, gleam like two crimson stars in a unholy night sky. Just below where the neck ends, on the top half of its chest, one can see an octogonal hearthstone of deep, unreflexive black. The Hearthstone of a Manse deep in the Labyrinth, the automaton’s power source. His voice is a cacophony that seems bred in nightmares – a hollow, echoing sound, that has many different voices at the same time. | ||
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| + | Its strength is inhuman. Its resistance is beyond that of a solid stone wall. His grip is inexcapable. His form is shroud in a Dark Mantle, a ragged funerary mantle, once enveloping a crazy old hermit. From its sleeves come twisting, writhing tentacles, coiling like dark snakes full of thorns – his spell of choice, Striking Spectre Lashes, which he readies easily before any ‘bussiness’. Driven by the whispers of dead gods, Arkham is monomaniacal, a walking encarnation of the Malfeans will and desires. He is an automaton with a fake soul made of the suffering of thousand, moved by essence and whispers. But it is possible that within its voices and whispers there is actually an amalgam of free conscience and objective... something purely Malfean, and utterly frightening. | ||
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| + | <b>Charm Theme:</b> Malfean Juggernaut.<br><br> | ||
| + | <b>Age/Apparent Age:</b> Marble and Soulsteel.<br><br> | ||
| + | <b>Sex:</b> Statue<br><br> | ||
| + | <b>Height:</b> 10’<br><br> | ||
| + | <b>Weight:</b> 2.000lbs<br><br> | ||
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| + | <b>Nature:</b> Paragon ( <i>Gain willpower every time you accomplish a victory for the greater death</i> ) | ||
Revision as of 08:01, 12 March 2005
A monstruosity, a walking colossus of undeath. That is Arkham, the Visage of a Thousand Demises. A 10 feet tall statue, weighing no less than a ton, carved of smooth black marble and smoother soulsteel. Its veins are the color of Corpus, and on its surface, a thousand souls wail for release. Shaped like a man, moving like one – in fluid motions, if slow ones, little evidencing its inhumanity in movements, although it is obvious, by any observer, even deep in the night, that there is something just wrong with Arkham. Any who approach the Visage hears the wailing of a thousand trapped souls, and the whispers no living soul should hear. The words of dead gods, that which guides the dark automaton.
Its form is human, but featureless – without such as nails, hair, lines, mouth, nose, or genitalia. its eyes, or the slight releve on his face where eyes should be, gleam like two crimson stars in a unholy night sky. Just below where the neck ends, on the top half of its chest, one can see an octogonal hearthstone of deep, unreflexive black. The Hearthstone of a Manse deep in the Labyrinth, the automaton’s power source. His voice is a cacophony that seems bred in nightmares – a hollow, echoing sound, that has many different voices at the same time.
Its strength is inhuman. Its resistance is beyond that of a solid stone wall. His grip is inexcapable. His form is shroud in a Dark Mantle, a ragged funerary mantle, once enveloping a crazy old hermit. From its sleeves come twisting, writhing tentacles, coiling like dark snakes full of thorns – his spell of choice, Striking Spectre Lashes, which he readies easily before any ‘bussiness’. Driven by the whispers of dead gods, Arkham is monomaniacal, a walking encarnation of the Malfeans will and desires. He is an automaton with a fake soul made of the suffering of thousand, moved by essence and whispers. But it is possible that within its voices and whispers there is actually an amalgam of free conscience and objective... something purely Malfean, and utterly frightening.
Charm Theme: Malfean Juggernaut.
Age/Apparent Age: Marble and Soulsteel.
Sex: Statue
Height: 10’
Weight: 2.000lbs
Nature: Paragon ( Gain willpower every time you accomplish a victory for the greater death )
