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The Void
RP Wanted The Portal 
Meuric
Currently championing:
#1
.strange. how there is always
a little more .innocence. left to lose.




Ah the void, it's endless embrace is a comfort, it is home.

It is him. One and the same, two sides of the same coin.

Tendrils of shadow swirl into focus and out, weaving between silken strands of pitch and the shadows of nothingness. Meuric is all sharp angles and even sharper edges, long limbs and fractured splinters. In the strange forest he appears to drowned out all light and in the next instant reflect it in his oil slick pelt.

He floats, gracefully, a wicked grace cutting through the air as he maneuvers the currents towards his unknown destination. At his side, two leviathans bound to his will weave through the air, their black eyes staring out at nothing and everything. His symbols. His guardians. The only company that he dares to allow impossibly close.

The rift is alive once more, pulsing hungrily, Fervently after god-killers and drab coats, and he cannot blame it. It has been a long time since they have had guests, and even longer since he's heard the title god killer. There is a vendetta in the air, old souls with a blood debt. You cannot truly kill a God, or can you? These beings don't yet understand the gravity of their situation, how precarious their life hangs between cruel strings. In time they might, and then what? Will they rise to the occasion, or merely crumble into the great dark beyond.

The shattered leviathans swoop once more around his frame, knocking the floating crystals that have long since left their solid spires, never straying far from his abyssal form. Bottomless eyes gleam out at anyone and everything that so much twitches, elegantly, with unnatural alien grace he cuts through the air, toward the throng of bodies.

talk talk talk




JOINING THE NATIVE PARTY

Magic:
{SAFE} Defensive: Able to alter his own gravity.
Immortality: Able to be killed if pierced with a blade crafted from his own crystal growths.
Offensive: Able to summon crystal spikes to impale targets.

Items:
:: [ Large Crystal Leviathan | A floating leviathan made from black crystal, responds to commands given by it's owner. ]
:: [ Medium Crystal Leviathan | A floating leviathan made from black crystal, responds to commands given by it's owner. ]


Messages In This Thread
The Void - by Meuric - 07-16-2017, 10:00 PM
RE: The Void - by Rift Presence - 07-18-2017, 08:23 AM
RE: The Void - by Théodwyn - 07-20-2017, 05:20 AM
RE: The Void - by Rift Presence - 07-20-2017, 09:52 AM
RE: The Void - by Bates - 07-20-2017, 09:25 PM