Diidhma

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Description
Player Specs:

 Height: 6'3''
 Weight: 180#
 Build: Lithe, athletic, well-defined. His head hangs down usually, darkening what little can be seen of his face beneath his hair.
 Skin: Fair, very pale. Completely void of all body hair save his eyebrows and head hair.
 Hair Color: Jet-black
 Eye color: Jade-green
 Tatoos/other markings: He has abyssal patterns etched into his skin which make slight depressions. The 'embossed' nature of all his tatoos and their firey-crimson color would indicate they are brands. They appear and resonate with dark, subtle magic.

Green lights: Unsure all around in all honesty, I am here to learn, explore and have fun. I'm interested in building relationships between characters through roleplay and am friendly to whomever and whatever I cross on my adventure. I do not judge!

Yellow lights: I am tentative to explore bisexual/homosexual encounters but not 100% opposed. I enjoy both sexes but my fun is usually very clean. Am not particularly interested in bondage/dress-up/'games' though depending on rp, my chara may find himself involved in one way or another.

Red lights: No to humiliation. No to destructive sex. No fetishes involving vulgar/debasing acts.

    Diidhma - The Abyss is a cold, dark place filled with all manner of unseamly entities. On occasion however, it can spawn something entirely unnative to its own nature. In this realm, one such creature bore itself. Within the swirling essence of pain and suffering lie a deadened planet which had long been claimed by the darkness. This planet had been sent into the Abyss long ago by the foes of those who dwealt upon it's once lush face.
    Millenia passed and the dark, silent cold of the planet drew in on itself more and more. The planets surface began crushing into its core violently, alighting the surrounding gloom..... until finally it found its fruition. The infintismally small particle began to vibrate, its light cascading outward furiously. When it ceased it's thoughts it found its light diminished. The particle decided to do what it had obviously been created for...

    Within a few moments, light shown in places of the Abyss where none had dared to tread in eons. Creatures once dormant stirred, ancient beings who's sole purpose had been the elimination of just what was waking them.

    Still, defiantly, the particle grew until it felt its first cells. From there it divided again and again. Throngs of demonic visages were en route however, and the particle was aware of this also. Seeing it had little time to escape the fate that was drawing near, the particle sacrificed much of itself in order to seperate from the Abyss itself. In its haste it was unable to see where it was heading or what it was becoming due to the strange nature of its journey and how little time it'd been concious. What felt like a blink of an eye turned into hundreds of thousands of years.

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    An innkeeper, out gathering wood in the forest, stumbles accross something extraordinary: a foot sticking out from under a fully grown tree. Its roots are gnarled about the leg though by all accounts the leg (and what's attatched) are alive. The stunned inkeeper ran back to town for help immediately and returned with four friends, and four axes. In four hours they were able to cut a man from the tree.

    *     *     *     *     *     *

    'Awake are you?' asked the innkeeper.

    'Awake.' I nodded, looking around in awe at the amazing wonders in this new place I'd come to.

    'Drink?' He asked, offering me a cup filled with a clear liquid.

    'Drink.' I replied flatly, not understanding why I'd been handed a vessel of liquid and what appeared to be a face within. I placed the odd vessel of liquid on the nearby structure and stood. I looked down and saw that I had gained structure of my own. Astonished I rushed to the liquid I'd been handed and looked. The face was indeed my own!

    'Do you have a name?' He asked, puzzled at my actions. I returned his puzzled look in the same manor at his words. He gestured to himself. 'Tor.'

    'Diidhma' I replied at length. The seemingly random assortment of letters was the ony thing I understood at my core. I put a hand over the center of my chest, like he gestured, 'Diidhma'.
Player:Slake Dragonscale
Gender (Visually):Male
Race (Visually): Human