Chrysomallus the Exiled
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Name: Chrysomallus
Age: 28 Race: Human Sex: Male Occuption: Mortality Exerimenter, Torturer, Shadow Caller Sexual Preferances: Flexible Description: You bear witness to a white pale tall man before you. Gaunt in apperance, yet oddly healthy and standing tall. Dressed in fine leathers and robes, most often accompanied by the merry jingle of chain and danger that gleaming black spikes offer. Black hair often well enough mentained, or at least kept out of his eyes fall from the top of his head to dangle just over shoulder lenght. Two loops pierced to his ear. One on the side of his nose and one more at his lip. Rest of his body, should one catch a glimpse of him naked is covered in black intriquide tattoos, accompanied by numerous scars, made and healed all over again. Back though tattooned worst of it all. Parts of it seems like he has been whipped to point where bones shine through the mass of red raw muscles. Eyes however most unsettling rather than the normal shades of spectrum, they appear amber, with flecks of crimson deep within in them. Apart the scars, one might see him once a handsome figure though despite it all. Leathers that are worn form fitting over him, do indeed highten the feel of it. Often prefares a robe of sorts over his legs. Though glimpse of metal boots can be seen beneath the brim, even despite it. Always a curved knife tucked on his belt seems to be the only visible means of defending himself, though it's often accompanied with pouches of spell components and a large black leatherbound tome. Despite whatever fetishist outfit he wears, one thing never changes, the chains (with metal thorns to drive into his own flesh, should he not be careful) he wears around his neck, and the silver skull that dangles from it. Biography: In a far away land called of ancient Nidal Chrysomallus was left at the doorsteps of a strange cult known as Zon-Kuthon the Midnight Lord. Brought up and surviving the horrors of life of torture, bloodshed and misery, he came apprentice torturer at an early age. Showing early on his aptitude for higher pursuits, such as wizardry, exerimentation, reading and comming up with his own clever alterations to d evices commonly used among the pratice. Then came the day rather than partaking in tortures of others he was to take lead of his own. Though he was told the noblewoman was not to be killed, marely offered the bliss only a skilled Kuthite could bring. As he peeled away her flesh druring the days, excrutiations administered without a so much a second thought. The nights when he mended the broken body, she told tales of her life among the nobles of Nidal. As months passed he was fallen desperately in love, and likely was she in kind. Though he grown amonst the torturers had little notion of what it was he felt, when she begged for the release of death one evening after particulary torturous day. Forgetting his precious knife to her room once she'd fallen asleep he left. A month that followed he found himself prisoned, starved. Tortured and eventually passed the verdict of exile. Cast out from the sacred temple to wander the lands in service of whomever might have him. Several years of wandering he found himself in strange lands of Sinfar. Where he had heard on his years as exiled one for his mercy, was the most likely gathering grounds for the like minded individuals. OOC info: Got questions? Send a tell! I'm friendly enough for them. |
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| Player: | Beauty of the Beast |
| Gender (Visually): | Male |
| Race (Visually): | Elf |