Post by Nagrom the Grim on Aug 16, 2010 17:15:42 GMT -5
Name: Nagrom
Age: N/A he can only remember the last 13 human years, looks to be in his early 20’s
Race: Creature of Chaos (quicker name = Daemon)
Personality: Tweaked, Due to his nature and how he came to be his emotions are like rapids that was once a calm stream His emotions can switch back and forth like a ping pong ball in mind game, or stay motionless like a train just after its derailed, Nagrom is truthful and honest in his opinions, He is clear on what he likes ad on what he hates, He seems to have little or no middle ground, no grey areas that are left up to debate. But even so with this manic mind of undetermined emotion lies a deeper side to him, he still possesses all the mentality of a demon, he may be a Monster, but he’s not a Rabid beast.
Physical Appearance: Nagrom stands at 6 foot 2” tall. He has Paper white hair than has a scruffy look to it, but isn’t much longer than the top of his ears. Nagrom has eyes like molten gold.
Nagrom has a slender build he looks practically human, the only give away is that he has Black pointed fingernails and toenails, some of his teeth are pointed like fangs, his hair and eyes.
Weapons (If available): N/A
Special Abilities (If Registered):Approved
Manifestation of Weaponry/Organic Armor
Warp Lightning
History: Nagrom, his name is all he has…
Unlike stories of horror this one began on a normal day, in a normal populated area of the world, and that was probably the only normal part of this story. As the clocks drew closer to 3am a silence drew over the land, the sky became baron of every star and the moon seemed to vanish from sight. Only one star remained, it burned red in the black sky, a green moon drew closer to the earth and with one silent strike of lightning the earth moved.
For an instant, less than a second, longer than an eternity, timeless, something was born into this world. No… Born is the wrong word, something was Spawned into the human realm. The body of a fairly small human like creature Lay in a heap, bones broken, skin ripped open, muscles on fire, Slowly it began to rise up, everything it touched turned black, not from the fire but from the sheer horror of what was just done to the realm, a creature not even meant to exist was placed in a world of air breathing mortals… like a lion in with the lambs.
Slowly the creature looked to the sky, its bones beginning to reconnect, its muscles healing and its skin knitting itself back together, its form replenished, its energy restored, its twisted grin regained, the fear in its eyes a new. And with that final image the green moon, and the red star disappeared and the wind once again began to blow.
Nagrom is no mere demon, no angel, no half human spawn, He is an entirely new being and he was sent here for a reason, with no memory of who or what he was, no weapons or mentors to guide him, he was in a hostile world and he was as good as dead. But… if one thing about Nagrom’s past can be revealed here, it is that he is a Fighter, a Survivor, and most of all a brand new Plague upon the earth.
Age: N/A he can only remember the last 13 human years, looks to be in his early 20’s
Race: Creature of Chaos (quicker name = Daemon)
Personality: Tweaked, Due to his nature and how he came to be his emotions are like rapids that was once a calm stream His emotions can switch back and forth like a ping pong ball in mind game, or stay motionless like a train just after its derailed, Nagrom is truthful and honest in his opinions, He is clear on what he likes ad on what he hates, He seems to have little or no middle ground, no grey areas that are left up to debate. But even so with this manic mind of undetermined emotion lies a deeper side to him, he still possesses all the mentality of a demon, he may be a Monster, but he’s not a Rabid beast.
Physical Appearance: Nagrom stands at 6 foot 2” tall. He has Paper white hair than has a scruffy look to it, but isn’t much longer than the top of his ears. Nagrom has eyes like molten gold.
Nagrom has a slender build he looks practically human, the only give away is that he has Black pointed fingernails and toenails, some of his teeth are pointed like fangs, his hair and eyes.
Weapons (If available): N/A
Special Abilities (If Registered):Approved
Manifestation of Weaponry/Organic Armor
Warp Lightning
History: Nagrom, his name is all he has…
Unlike stories of horror this one began on a normal day, in a normal populated area of the world, and that was probably the only normal part of this story. As the clocks drew closer to 3am a silence drew over the land, the sky became baron of every star and the moon seemed to vanish from sight. Only one star remained, it burned red in the black sky, a green moon drew closer to the earth and with one silent strike of lightning the earth moved.
For an instant, less than a second, longer than an eternity, timeless, something was born into this world. No… Born is the wrong word, something was Spawned into the human realm. The body of a fairly small human like creature Lay in a heap, bones broken, skin ripped open, muscles on fire, Slowly it began to rise up, everything it touched turned black, not from the fire but from the sheer horror of what was just done to the realm, a creature not even meant to exist was placed in a world of air breathing mortals… like a lion in with the lambs.
Slowly the creature looked to the sky, its bones beginning to reconnect, its muscles healing and its skin knitting itself back together, its form replenished, its energy restored, its twisted grin regained, the fear in its eyes a new. And with that final image the green moon, and the red star disappeared and the wind once again began to blow.
Nagrom is no mere demon, no angel, no half human spawn, He is an entirely new being and he was sent here for a reason, with no memory of who or what he was, no weapons or mentors to guide him, he was in a hostile world and he was as good as dead. But… if one thing about Nagrom’s past can be revealed here, it is that he is a Fighter, a Survivor, and most of all a brand new Plague upon the earth.
