Echo Masque
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[Basic Information]
Name: "Echo" Masque
Age: 21
Race: Hellhound
Eyes: Red
Height: 5'9
Weight: 145 Lbs
Fur: Black/w Grey Markings
[Background]
Previously, Echo was known as Asrath Azule, while his name at first never meant anything, he was "recruited" at a young age, at maybe around six or so into a group called "The Nameless".
Asrath was trained to use a blade, dark arts, and silence. Trained in the arts of assassination. He was used to kill Tyrant kings, barons, Dukes, and the like. For a while, the non-emotion holding killer slowly began to strip away his visage of ice. At the age of 17, Asrath left the order of Nameless and struck out on his own, not of course without some sort of bounty on his head. While the group fought for the greater good, they refused to let their existence become known. The organization wasn't allowed to have "Loose ends" by these means, if Asrath was seen, he would have to kill the witness(s), even if they were children.
As years progressed, Asrath began to call himself "Echo Masque" and through his travels he's managed thus far, to avoid any seekers of the Nameless to scout his place in the world.
[Mental Make-up]
During his years with the Nameless, Echo formed a type of "Personality" that allowed him to do things unthinkable. He allowed this personality to be called by his Orgization name "Asrath" While his happy-go-lucky personality adopted the name Echo Masque. Simply for the bare facts, it was a masquerade, and nothing would really be able to change that. In the back of Echo's mind, there is always that itch that requires him to seek out the bad, and murder them by any means necessarily, and due to this, when combat breaks out, so does this personality, and naturally, while Echo isn't the strongest of fighters, or nimblest, he has a great mind to think and re-think strategies on the spot.
[Arsenal]
Long-Sword (Ifu)
Nothing special about the sword, other then it has been with Echo for the entirety of his life. Even when the blade is broken chipped and rusted, he'd still find a way to repair it.
Dark Arts (Hell Magic)
There are very few spells Echo uses, and only as a last resort. To make sure he isn't lost within the powerlust, he keeps from using his magicka period...unless in dire need
(Seals...)
Echo has three levels of restraint, while releasing each one reverts his personality back to his older self, all the while altering his apperance.
Level One Release
Echo's fur becomes pure black, and his tail becomes less fluffy, his body becomes more masculine gaining probably twenty pounds, and growing an inch taller. This is his Brute Strength Release. Enables him 20% More Strength.
Level Two Release
Echo's eyes become a bright glowing pink (I know, real intimidating right?) In this form, His physical apperance seems to falter a bit, losing maybe ten pounds but staying the same height. It's at this stage where Echo will begin to use some his Darkfire magicka.
Level Three Release
Echo's body becomes in the sense, covered with black flames. While they emit no heat, or burning properties, most would think it is soley for looks, but rather it is that Echo's Hellhound traits are at their extent, 100% Extra strength, all thought process is reduced by 80% making him nothing more but a brute with plenty of magic at his disposal. Echo himself has never removed this seal simply for the fact, he doesn't wish to become an idiot during a fight of wits.
[For now, this is all I can think of... Please come back later for more.]
[OOC Notes]
Don't expect me to get emotionally attached OOCly.
If I send you something, if it's a sentence, or a paragraph, please don't fuckin' send me back a one word response...I hate that.
Fetid simulation
of this wretched congregation
Disciples of the fallen and the heretic will rise
Narcissistic nation
Severed tongues of blind dictation
The serpent spoke this unto me through gilded light and lunacy
Taste the fury
That feed the devils inside
Fueled by torment,
Sin, sex, sickness and pride
Do I care if you hate me? Do you wanna know the truth?
C'est la vie... adiós... good riddance... fuck you!"
Time will takes it's toll re-evaluate
The leeches and the lepers start to salivate
Truth is impaired cannot moderate
Tension escalates you cannot tolerate
Make you want to fly
Blind is the ambition that will navigate
Default by design the virus infiltrates
Corrupted and coerced the silence penetrates
Echoing the void now disintegrate
Name: "Echo" Masque
Age: 21
Race: Hellhound
Eyes: Red
Height: 5'9
Weight: 145 Lbs
Fur: Black/w Grey Markings
[Background]
Previously, Echo was known as Asrath Azule, while his name at first never meant anything, he was "recruited" at a young age, at maybe around six or so into a group called "The Nameless".
Asrath was trained to use a blade, dark arts, and silence. Trained in the arts of assassination. He was used to kill Tyrant kings, barons, Dukes, and the like. For a while, the non-emotion holding killer slowly began to strip away his visage of ice. At the age of 17, Asrath left the order of Nameless and struck out on his own, not of course without some sort of bounty on his head. While the group fought for the greater good, they refused to let their existence become known. The organization wasn't allowed to have "Loose ends" by these means, if Asrath was seen, he would have to kill the witness(s), even if they were children.
As years progressed, Asrath began to call himself "Echo Masque" and through his travels he's managed thus far, to avoid any seekers of the Nameless to scout his place in the world.
[Mental Make-up]
During his years with the Nameless, Echo formed a type of "Personality" that allowed him to do things unthinkable. He allowed this personality to be called by his Orgization name "Asrath" While his happy-go-lucky personality adopted the name Echo Masque. Simply for the bare facts, it was a masquerade, and nothing would really be able to change that. In the back of Echo's mind, there is always that itch that requires him to seek out the bad, and murder them by any means necessarily, and due to this, when combat breaks out, so does this personality, and naturally, while Echo isn't the strongest of fighters, or nimblest, he has a great mind to think and re-think strategies on the spot.
[Arsenal]
Long-Sword (Ifu)
Nothing special about the sword, other then it has been with Echo for the entirety of his life. Even when the blade is broken chipped and rusted, he'd still find a way to repair it.
Dark Arts (Hell Magic)
There are very few spells Echo uses, and only as a last resort. To make sure he isn't lost within the powerlust, he keeps from using his magicka period...unless in dire need
(Seals...)
Echo has three levels of restraint, while releasing each one reverts his personality back to his older self, all the while altering his apperance.
Level One Release
Echo's fur becomes pure black, and his tail becomes less fluffy, his body becomes more masculine gaining probably twenty pounds, and growing an inch taller. This is his Brute Strength Release. Enables him 20% More Strength.
Level Two Release
Echo's eyes become a bright glowing pink (I know, real intimidating right?) In this form, His physical apperance seems to falter a bit, losing maybe ten pounds but staying the same height. It's at this stage where Echo will begin to use some his Darkfire magicka.
Level Three Release
Echo's body becomes in the sense, covered with black flames. While they emit no heat, or burning properties, most would think it is soley for looks, but rather it is that Echo's Hellhound traits are at their extent, 100% Extra strength, all thought process is reduced by 80% making him nothing more but a brute with plenty of magic at his disposal. Echo himself has never removed this seal simply for the fact, he doesn't wish to become an idiot during a fight of wits.
[For now, this is all I can think of... Please come back later for more.]
[OOC Notes]
Don't expect me to get emotionally attached OOCly.
If I send you something, if it's a sentence, or a paragraph, please don't fuckin' send me back a one word response...I hate that.
Fetid simulation
of this wretched congregation
Disciples of the fallen and the heretic will rise
Narcissistic nation
Severed tongues of blind dictation
The serpent spoke this unto me through gilded light and lunacy
Taste the fury
That feed the devils inside
Fueled by torment,
Sin, sex, sickness and pride
Do I care if you hate me? Do you wanna know the truth?
C'est la vie... adiós... good riddance... fuck you!"
Time will takes it's toll re-evaluate
The leeches and the lepers start to salivate
Truth is impaired cannot moderate
Tension escalates you cannot tolerate
Make you want to fly
Blind is the ambition that will navigate
Default by design the virus infiltrates
Corrupted and coerced the silence penetrates
Echoing the void now disintegrate