Post by thestalker on Oct 14, 2008 3:53:29 GMT -1
Character Name:
Stalker in the Deep Hours
Species:
Wendigo
Age, Gender:
1587, Gender not applicable
Description:
The Wendigo is gaunt to the point of emaciation, its desiccated skin pulled taut over its bones. With its bones pushing out against its skin, its complexion the ash gray of death, and its eyes pushed back deep into their sockets. The Wendigo looks like a gaunt skeleton recently disinterred from the grave. What lips it has are tattered and bloody. It carries with them the faint and muffled scent of death and corruption.
Personality:
The stalker is Malevolent, powerful, and arrogant. It knows what it is capable of and it is not afraid to throw it's metaphorical weight around. The wendigo is not very bright, though, and this has been used against it, which has made it slightly mistrusting.
History:
The stalker, as wtih all of it's bretheren, began as a human. That, however, was far too long ago for it to remember, it cannot even remember it's name or what it enjoyed once upon a time. It is, in fact, in London completely by accident. It followed it's potential prey onto a flight that happened to be headed to the city. It got it's quarry, but it ended up being rather stranded in england. Though, it has never felt sad about that.
Powers/Training/Experience/weaknesses:
Wendigo are strong, and fast. Stronger than almost any human, Faster than almost any human. It is a skilled climber, and proficient at keeping itself hidden, despite the smell. The creature also sports incredible dark vision, for stalking it's prey.
Family/Ties:
-None-
RP Sample:
It was dark, but the Stalker liked it that way. It was chill, but the Stalker didn't mind. It was busy, and the Stalker enjoyed that. It was hanging off a fire escape, two hands on the chilled metal bars as it stared out of the alleyway. There it was, the one he wanted. She had walked past quickly, and the Wendigo dropped from it's second story perch, landing softly on the ground. It didn't even take a moment to recover from the fall, it just skittered silently to the edge of the alleyway and peeked around the corner slowly, looking both ways. It spotted the woman, and pulled it's head back into the safety of the pitch black lane between brick houses. Quickly it was skittering up the ladders of the fire escape, constantly keeping it’s body inches from the metal of the escape, and soon the flat of the rooves. It would catch the woman. It would have her. Perhaps she would slake his need for human flesh.
((I understand that I should have spoken to an admin before posting this up, however I didn't see one all day. Please let me know if this is acceptable or not, and I can change it accordingly. Sorry for breaking the rules a bit))
