Tournna
10-08-13, 06:05 PM
Name: Tournna the Marrow-Sucker
Race: Ghoul
Eye Color: Milky off-white with the faintest trace of blue irises
Height: 6 ft. upright, 5 ft. hunched (normal)
Weight: 102 lbs
Mental: What could be said of the left over fragments of the human id, shattered in conscience and driven by the most primal instincts, left over from a dark idea birthed when no place was safe from beings that dwelled in the dark? It shuns the sun and light, ashamed and yet more alive and free than ever in life. It crawls like an animal which indeed, it had become more akin, although they too recoil. Its mind is alien, now, and no psychology is applicable save the basic need to feed. Warped and twisted, it closely resembles a nightmare of children, with the needs of those most depraved.
Physical: Which scholar was it that said the undead smell of offal and decay? In truth, it is near odorless. The bacteria which causes the stench of death has long since abandoned its hardened flesh. It no longer feels the pressure of modesty. Upon its chest, the remnants of breasts from which no child shall feed - its long hair grey with greenish grease, past the abilities of brush of comb. That stringy hair, curiously still thick, covers one eye always, for to gaze at both would be too much for the mortal heart. A pitiless courtesy. Orange flecks on milky white, with the faintest blue becoming naught but a memory of times no less cruel. Its spine has become more defined, a long crooked line of boney protrusion. There is no symmetry. A mockery of the perfect form. A dark reminder of the damning meal, the single savoured bite which cursed it, to crawl, to hunt, and to feed forever.
History: Queer how it quivered on the fork. Like steak, all juicy and succulent. Terrible how that single bite doomed the soul. The hardest part of swallowing that tainted meal was the memory of the face to whom it was once attached. It still remembers that face, and hates it. Not for the curse his flesh laid upon the ghoul as the last of him disappeared down her gullet, but rather the haunting memory of betrayal. Madness forged in the midnight hours of waiting for a visitor that was never to come. He was embraced by another. A woman of art, and tenderness, and love.
A woman that she would savor next. The fork was now a meaningless tool, so was cast aside. She, it ate while still alive, with gnashing teeth, and vengeance in a broken lover's eye.
Skills:
Hunter - Tourna has a supernaturally tuned ability to track potential prey, including a general knowledge of the direction travelled, and approximate lead the prey has. Characters that move with flight or levitation, or have no personal odour and do not leave tracks, are not trackable.
Indomitable - The ghoul has little concept of pain and generally does not reel from blows. As it is undead, it has little to speak of in the way of nerves.
Abilities:
Filth - Inflicted wounds cause the victim of claws or bites to be numbed from head to toe for 5-10 seconds, causing difficulty in movement and basic motor functions (weapons may be fumbled, footing becomes unsure, words are slurred, etc. Imagine: pins and needles in your entire body). Particularly hardy characters may suffer lesser effects, or be completely immune based on their personal constitution. A single victim may only be affected by the filth once per day.
Hardened Flesh - Tourna's skin has the consistency of hardened leather.
Possessions:
Does not carry items or equipment, relying only on its abilities to hunt prey.
Race: Ghoul
Eye Color: Milky off-white with the faintest trace of blue irises
Height: 6 ft. upright, 5 ft. hunched (normal)
Weight: 102 lbs
Mental: What could be said of the left over fragments of the human id, shattered in conscience and driven by the most primal instincts, left over from a dark idea birthed when no place was safe from beings that dwelled in the dark? It shuns the sun and light, ashamed and yet more alive and free than ever in life. It crawls like an animal which indeed, it had become more akin, although they too recoil. Its mind is alien, now, and no psychology is applicable save the basic need to feed. Warped and twisted, it closely resembles a nightmare of children, with the needs of those most depraved.
Physical: Which scholar was it that said the undead smell of offal and decay? In truth, it is near odorless. The bacteria which causes the stench of death has long since abandoned its hardened flesh. It no longer feels the pressure of modesty. Upon its chest, the remnants of breasts from which no child shall feed - its long hair grey with greenish grease, past the abilities of brush of comb. That stringy hair, curiously still thick, covers one eye always, for to gaze at both would be too much for the mortal heart. A pitiless courtesy. Orange flecks on milky white, with the faintest blue becoming naught but a memory of times no less cruel. Its spine has become more defined, a long crooked line of boney protrusion. There is no symmetry. A mockery of the perfect form. A dark reminder of the damning meal, the single savoured bite which cursed it, to crawl, to hunt, and to feed forever.
History: Queer how it quivered on the fork. Like steak, all juicy and succulent. Terrible how that single bite doomed the soul. The hardest part of swallowing that tainted meal was the memory of the face to whom it was once attached. It still remembers that face, and hates it. Not for the curse his flesh laid upon the ghoul as the last of him disappeared down her gullet, but rather the haunting memory of betrayal. Madness forged in the midnight hours of waiting for a visitor that was never to come. He was embraced by another. A woman of art, and tenderness, and love.
A woman that she would savor next. The fork was now a meaningless tool, so was cast aside. She, it ate while still alive, with gnashing teeth, and vengeance in a broken lover's eye.
Skills:
Hunter - Tourna has a supernaturally tuned ability to track potential prey, including a general knowledge of the direction travelled, and approximate lead the prey has. Characters that move with flight or levitation, or have no personal odour and do not leave tracks, are not trackable.
Indomitable - The ghoul has little concept of pain and generally does not reel from blows. As it is undead, it has little to speak of in the way of nerves.
Abilities:
Filth - Inflicted wounds cause the victim of claws or bites to be numbed from head to toe for 5-10 seconds, causing difficulty in movement and basic motor functions (weapons may be fumbled, footing becomes unsure, words are slurred, etc. Imagine: pins and needles in your entire body). Particularly hardy characters may suffer lesser effects, or be completely immune based on their personal constitution. A single victim may only be affected by the filth once per day.
Hardened Flesh - Tourna's skin has the consistency of hardened leather.
Possessions:
Does not carry items or equipment, relying only on its abilities to hunt prey.