Urra'zoko'thid
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A strange tranquility worms itself into your mind as if you suddenly feel fatigued for no apparent reason. Then you see this creature.
Is it what you see? You find yourself puzzled, questioning your own trusty side-kick, your eyesight. Your guide and companion from the day you've cracked open your eyes now is unworthy. Sometimes, sight itself is overrated. You see things as they aren't, and miss an entirety under the surface. You feel a tug at your optical nerve endings, jerking your thoughts back to the present. What are you even witnessing anymore? Where once was a creature, now there is nothing. You wrack your gray matter, trying haphazardly to rearrange your recollections, find the creature that you once saw in your memories. But you're drawing a blank. Where are your memories? What have you missed on? They feel as if they're still there but shut away behind a lock and key. As if a helping hand has whisked them along and hidden them from your awareness. Why are you trying so hard to remember? You don't know. You can't know. But it's okay, you don't care about it anymore... This is but one of the malicious powers a mind flayer may exhibit before it probes your cranium. A foul race of creatures resembling a cross between a cephalopod and humanoid, they are truly the stuff of nightmares. Many alleged powers are attributed to them, most range from slowly dismantling the minds of their victims to violently ripping their prey's thoughts apart. This particular specimen is no ordinary creature, even by mind-flayer standards. It's noble markings, posture, even the strange color of it's many tentacles, all mark it as an Ulitharid, a Mindflayer genius. If what the superstitions say is true, the are worse than their common brethren tenfold. Their psionic prowess, and supreme genius intellect makes them for a threat to be reckoned with by any opponent. While having a fragile body, their minds more than makeup for it, allowing them to conjure powerful meta-cognitive abilities that defy reality. This one is wearing a long robe, covering most of it's skeletal frame. It's oily skin constantly permeates some sort of slippery slime. It's tendrils look like a set of horrendous coils that squirm calmly. Its gaze is full of intelligence, and its tired brow gives no sense of hostility or motivation. A thick, hardcover tome with a brass ornament to it hangs loosely from its fixture on the creature's belt. It's unclear whether this one has noticed you yet, or not. However..... suddenly.... you don't seem to care... :O |
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| Player: | That-Vamp-Is-A-Bitch |
| Gender (Visually): | Male |
| Race (Visually): | Human |