Post by heatblast99 on Jan 24, 2012 17:53:57 GMT -8
Name: Xias “Bones” Fortuna.
Gender: Male
Appearance: In most cases, he seems to be a normal human male seeming to be about 24 years old. He wears a black tuxedo with a black button-up shirt that has its top four buttons unclasped. He seems really pale and wears black shades to hide his eyes, or rather, what should be his eyes. What they really are is empty sockets. His face is thin and stretched, making him look like a skull. His hair is black and spiked up, but leaning towards the back. Think Sonic the Hedgehog’s spines, but thin and small. H eoften carries a lantern, the vessel in which he carries souls into the afterlife. What or where the afterlife is, he will never reveal until the day comes in which he is to be replaced and he needs to teach the next Spirit of Death all that he/she needs to know.
height: 7 feet approx.
weight: so thin, you can’t really tell.
Element: Loosely controls anything unloving if it was alive before.
Spirit: (What are you the spirt of?)Death
Forms: He usually turns into a being made solely of bones, covered up by a black cloak. This form is where the myth of the Grim Reaper was loosely based as you see nothing but his bony hands. His animal forms are that of a vulture and a black rattlesnake.
Allies: TBD
Enemies: TBD
Side: He is constantly switching sides, trying to fit where his talents fit best. But, he is mostly on the Dark as it seems expected of him and he can’t help but to follow expectations.
Sample Post: The man cloaked in black watched from the graveyard as the rock came down. The meteorite crashed into a building. He gave a sigh and stepped forward, his feet lifting off the ground as he floated towards the rubble of the skyscraper. There were screams of pain and sobs of sorrow as he stepped foot into the 36th floor, tilted from the impact. There, his first one. This was a middle age man. His body was dying, but he could hear the pleads of the soul as he stepped forward. He had o much he still needed to do, he wasn’t ready. He was scared. The Spirit of Death sighed and held his hand out, letting the soul come out and into his palm. There were still the pleading sounds, this time admitting the man was afraid of what came next. “Don’t be. The pain is gone and you are finally free.”
The soul then floated and was sucked into his lantern he held by his waist. He moved on. This time, it was a very old woman, probably just reaching her nineties. The light of her eyes were fading, but she still focused on him, the man stepping out of the shadows. She gave a small content smile and leaned back, letting another survivor near her to start making her comfortable as there was nothing else to do. Her voice hoarse, she spoke. “I’m ready.”
“Good, because there is quite a culture shock.”
He stood and the soul flew forward into his lantern of its own accord. He moved on once more. There seemed to be no one left that needed his attention. Wait, there. Just one more. He walked into the room, stopping dead cold(no pun intended). It was a child, a little girl. They were always the hardest. Her mother was sobbing over her body as he took another step forward. The girl just kept comforting her, trying to convince her it would be alright. The girl looked at him. He stared as the last bit of life left her body and it was time. Her spirit floated up, the small orb coming over to him. The sphere grew, forming into the shape of human, the girl. She looked up at him. “Where are we going?”
He swallowed a lump in his throat. “Somewhere far away.”
“Is she allowed to come with us?” Of course, her mother.
“No, it is not yet her time little one.” He took her by the hand and led her into the night, her glowing form shimmering slightly as he guided her.
Then, the lantern went out.
Gender: Male
Appearance: In most cases, he seems to be a normal human male seeming to be about 24 years old. He wears a black tuxedo with a black button-up shirt that has its top four buttons unclasped. He seems really pale and wears black shades to hide his eyes, or rather, what should be his eyes. What they really are is empty sockets. His face is thin and stretched, making him look like a skull. His hair is black and spiked up, but leaning towards the back. Think Sonic the Hedgehog’s spines, but thin and small. H eoften carries a lantern, the vessel in which he carries souls into the afterlife. What or where the afterlife is, he will never reveal until the day comes in which he is to be replaced and he needs to teach the next Spirit of Death all that he/she needs to know.
height: 7 feet approx.
weight: so thin, you can’t really tell.
Element: Loosely controls anything unloving if it was alive before.
Spirit: (What are you the spirt of?)Death
Forms: He usually turns into a being made solely of bones, covered up by a black cloak. This form is where the myth of the Grim Reaper was loosely based as you see nothing but his bony hands. His animal forms are that of a vulture and a black rattlesnake.
Allies: TBD
Enemies: TBD
Side: He is constantly switching sides, trying to fit where his talents fit best. But, he is mostly on the Dark as it seems expected of him and he can’t help but to follow expectations.
Sample Post: The man cloaked in black watched from the graveyard as the rock came down. The meteorite crashed into a building. He gave a sigh and stepped forward, his feet lifting off the ground as he floated towards the rubble of the skyscraper. There were screams of pain and sobs of sorrow as he stepped foot into the 36th floor, tilted from the impact. There, his first one. This was a middle age man. His body was dying, but he could hear the pleads of the soul as he stepped forward. He had o much he still needed to do, he wasn’t ready. He was scared. The Spirit of Death sighed and held his hand out, letting the soul come out and into his palm. There were still the pleading sounds, this time admitting the man was afraid of what came next. “Don’t be. The pain is gone and you are finally free.”
The soul then floated and was sucked into his lantern he held by his waist. He moved on. This time, it was a very old woman, probably just reaching her nineties. The light of her eyes were fading, but she still focused on him, the man stepping out of the shadows. She gave a small content smile and leaned back, letting another survivor near her to start making her comfortable as there was nothing else to do. Her voice hoarse, she spoke. “I’m ready.”
“Good, because there is quite a culture shock.”
He stood and the soul flew forward into his lantern of its own accord. He moved on once more. There seemed to be no one left that needed his attention. Wait, there. Just one more. He walked into the room, stopping dead cold(no pun intended). It was a child, a little girl. They were always the hardest. Her mother was sobbing over her body as he took another step forward. The girl just kept comforting her, trying to convince her it would be alright. The girl looked at him. He stared as the last bit of life left her body and it was time. Her spirit floated up, the small orb coming over to him. The sphere grew, forming into the shape of human, the girl. She looked up at him. “Where are we going?”
He swallowed a lump in his throat. “Somewhere far away.”
“Is she allowed to come with us?” Of course, her mother.
“No, it is not yet her time little one.” He took her by the hand and led her into the night, her glowing form shimmering slightly as he guided her.
Then, the lantern went out.
