Destrudo
07-22-07, 01:35 PM
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Name: Destrudo Nil Libido
Age: 20
Hair, eye color: Blood Red.
Height, Weight: 7 feet 400 pounds.
Personality:
Destrudo Nil Libido
>>>Psychiatrists Report: Destrudo is a being in which The Libido, or Creative drive has been stripped away, though why, I have been unable to find out. He may have children, but would feel no love for them. The only remaining portion of Destrudo's mind is his Destrudo, the antithesis to Libido. Also known as The Death Drive, Destrudo is that which influences a being towards Destructive activivities. Destrudo's super-Ego as the center of Morality, Virtue, and the Father Figure has been warped by the being that raised Destrudo. He appears to consider every other being worthy of destruction for one reason or another. It seems that while he is capable of feeling things such as Joy and satisfaction, this only occurs while killing, maiming, or in some other fashion, harming another.
Due to the Condition of The Super-Ego, The Id is in Dominance, thus causing Destrudo to lay waste to all around him, though he does appear to be occasionally able to fit in withy society and not kill everything in sight. With the Super-Ego and Id in synchronus harmonization with each other's needs and wants, each feeding the other, there is no longer a need for the Ego to mediate between the two, leaving it to serve as a mediator between Destrudo, and the outside world. It is of my opinion that Destrudo should either be executed or locked in an Asylum for the Criminally Insane.
>>>Meta-physicist's Report: Due to the diffrence of Destrudo's mind, the Etheric Body ,(or soul), has also been changed interacting with the Luminous Aether becoming physical to all who look at Destrudo, also causing it to interact diffrently with both the Firmament, and the Anti-Firmament. Destrudo's Etheric Body (Soul) appears to be a deep blood red, contrary to the peach blossom colors found in teachings dealing with the etheric body(Soul). This new form of existing has opened up frightening avenues of possibility, as it is widely known that the Etheric Body (Soul) can travel to places the physical body cannot except by via powerful spells. I fear that if Destrudo is allowed to exist, or in someway sealed away, that he may eventually either become a powerful servant for N'jal, aligned with her as he is, or seek to destroy the Gods themselves.
History:
The man lay on the abandoned ship, tossed about by the waves like a child with its plaything. He felt weak, low on energy, and passed in and out of conciousness.
He dreamed.
His first dream, a memory from so many years ago, his earliest memory, buried deep in his mind, he was very small, and very easily fit in the arms of the woman holding him. He didn't remember her face too clearly, but he remembered her smell. She smelled like roses. He didn't know that at the time, however he later learned thats what that scent was. He remembered only three words coming from her honey sweet voice.
"I love you."
Blackness, the storm got worse.
Another Dream, a memory from when he was five, His father, his father was shrouded in shadows. There was no woman here, just him, and his father, in a place so dark no form of light could reach it. His father was angry, his father was always angry, at least with him.
"I love you dad." The little boy said.
"Love? Love is for cowards and weaklings. I HATE weaklings, I HATE YOU for being so Weak as to need something as Empty as love." His father yelled. The boy ran crying, and when his father caught, beat him.
more time passed, he remembered when he was seven, running down a seemingly infinite hallway, but that was a trick. His father could control the light and the darkness, and cause any illusion and any lie to become real, and become truth. His father was chasing him, always chasing him, beating him because he was weak. the boy had forgotten what love was by this point.
"You want me to love you, then stop being weak. I hate you." The Darkness said all around him.
Time passed, a 12 your old adolescent was fighting his own shadow. He had learned how to fight. By this point in time, he had lost his ability to feel any positive emotion, it had all been beaten out of him, and felt only a burning hatred for his father. Through his father's magic veiwing crystals, he watched wars of all kinds, at first forced by his father to awaken a love of violence in him, and then later because he wanted to, delighting in the spilling of the blood of others, and through observation developed his own unique fighting method.
The storm broke, and all that was left of the ship, was a small fraction of a deck, and whether by fate, or by the intervention of some higher power that wanted to save him, he lay upon it, still unconcious.
15 years of age, a Teenage boy discovers the existence of another person. This person is gravely injured, but with the proper care, can make a full recovery. Unable to feel compassion, the teenager decides that this person is unfit to continue living, and takes his first life in cold blood.
The man cast away on the broken ship drifts ashore, and stops drifting, just barely out of the reach of the waves. Still, he lays unconcious, asleep and dreaming.
18 years, a young man is reunited with his mother, by his father, a cruel unloving entity of darkness. the young man, confused by motherly sentiements of love, and remembering only that weak people feel love, the young man questions his father as to what to do.
"Take her life." His father says.
She tries to run, but doesn't get far.
20 years of age, a young man and his father full of hatred for each other fight to the finish, weakened, the man's father flees, and throws the young man out to sea. By luck or by the intervention of some higher power, the young man lands on an abandoned ship, adrift on the tides...
Day break, the young man rises, the memories of his past fading as though they were dreams. a Glowing red Nimbus surrounds the young man, dressed only in a torn cotton robe. A bit unsteady, he looks around to see where he is. It seems this ship originally came from this land, though the man does not know this. He stumbles off. Destrudo Nil Libido has arrived.
Skills:
Destructive fighting: Destrudo's Childhood has taught him to fight in a unique style that pulls techniques from many styles. Destrudo is a master of this style only because he is the only one who knows it and even he admits privately to no one other than himself that he needs to work and improve upon it greatly. Every time he lands a blow, the red energy of his Etheric body ripples through his opponets body. It does nothing but mildly tingle in a pleasent manner, for now. Therefore in comparason with other fighters Destrudo is of average or slightly better skill.
Etheric Body: Destrudo's Etheric Body shows on the Visable spectrum to anyone and everyone that looks at him, giving him an unnatural Red Aura outline.
Supernatural voice: Destrudo's Voice carries with it at all times, a Supernatural fear inflicted upon those who hear it, although currently it does nothing more than make it harder for those around him to become comfortable in any manner in his presence.
Equipment:
White Ragged robe that barely conceals anything.
Name: Destrudo Nil Libido
Age: 20
Hair, eye color: Blood Red.
Height, Weight: 7 feet 400 pounds.
Personality:
Destrudo Nil Libido
>>>Psychiatrists Report: Destrudo is a being in which The Libido, or Creative drive has been stripped away, though why, I have been unable to find out. He may have children, but would feel no love for them. The only remaining portion of Destrudo's mind is his Destrudo, the antithesis to Libido. Also known as The Death Drive, Destrudo is that which influences a being towards Destructive activivities. Destrudo's super-Ego as the center of Morality, Virtue, and the Father Figure has been warped by the being that raised Destrudo. He appears to consider every other being worthy of destruction for one reason or another. It seems that while he is capable of feeling things such as Joy and satisfaction, this only occurs while killing, maiming, or in some other fashion, harming another.
Due to the Condition of The Super-Ego, The Id is in Dominance, thus causing Destrudo to lay waste to all around him, though he does appear to be occasionally able to fit in withy society and not kill everything in sight. With the Super-Ego and Id in synchronus harmonization with each other's needs and wants, each feeding the other, there is no longer a need for the Ego to mediate between the two, leaving it to serve as a mediator between Destrudo, and the outside world. It is of my opinion that Destrudo should either be executed or locked in an Asylum for the Criminally Insane.
>>>Meta-physicist's Report: Due to the diffrence of Destrudo's mind, the Etheric Body ,(or soul), has also been changed interacting with the Luminous Aether becoming physical to all who look at Destrudo, also causing it to interact diffrently with both the Firmament, and the Anti-Firmament. Destrudo's Etheric Body (Soul) appears to be a deep blood red, contrary to the peach blossom colors found in teachings dealing with the etheric body(Soul). This new form of existing has opened up frightening avenues of possibility, as it is widely known that the Etheric Body (Soul) can travel to places the physical body cannot except by via powerful spells. I fear that if Destrudo is allowed to exist, or in someway sealed away, that he may eventually either become a powerful servant for N'jal, aligned with her as he is, or seek to destroy the Gods themselves.
History:
The man lay on the abandoned ship, tossed about by the waves like a child with its plaything. He felt weak, low on energy, and passed in and out of conciousness.
He dreamed.
His first dream, a memory from so many years ago, his earliest memory, buried deep in his mind, he was very small, and very easily fit in the arms of the woman holding him. He didn't remember her face too clearly, but he remembered her smell. She smelled like roses. He didn't know that at the time, however he later learned thats what that scent was. He remembered only three words coming from her honey sweet voice.
"I love you."
Blackness, the storm got worse.
Another Dream, a memory from when he was five, His father, his father was shrouded in shadows. There was no woman here, just him, and his father, in a place so dark no form of light could reach it. His father was angry, his father was always angry, at least with him.
"I love you dad." The little boy said.
"Love? Love is for cowards and weaklings. I HATE weaklings, I HATE YOU for being so Weak as to need something as Empty as love." His father yelled. The boy ran crying, and when his father caught, beat him.
more time passed, he remembered when he was seven, running down a seemingly infinite hallway, but that was a trick. His father could control the light and the darkness, and cause any illusion and any lie to become real, and become truth. His father was chasing him, always chasing him, beating him because he was weak. the boy had forgotten what love was by this point.
"You want me to love you, then stop being weak. I hate you." The Darkness said all around him.
Time passed, a 12 your old adolescent was fighting his own shadow. He had learned how to fight. By this point in time, he had lost his ability to feel any positive emotion, it had all been beaten out of him, and felt only a burning hatred for his father. Through his father's magic veiwing crystals, he watched wars of all kinds, at first forced by his father to awaken a love of violence in him, and then later because he wanted to, delighting in the spilling of the blood of others, and through observation developed his own unique fighting method.
The storm broke, and all that was left of the ship, was a small fraction of a deck, and whether by fate, or by the intervention of some higher power that wanted to save him, he lay upon it, still unconcious.
15 years of age, a Teenage boy discovers the existence of another person. This person is gravely injured, but with the proper care, can make a full recovery. Unable to feel compassion, the teenager decides that this person is unfit to continue living, and takes his first life in cold blood.
The man cast away on the broken ship drifts ashore, and stops drifting, just barely out of the reach of the waves. Still, he lays unconcious, asleep and dreaming.
18 years, a young man is reunited with his mother, by his father, a cruel unloving entity of darkness. the young man, confused by motherly sentiements of love, and remembering only that weak people feel love, the young man questions his father as to what to do.
"Take her life." His father says.
She tries to run, but doesn't get far.
20 years of age, a young man and his father full of hatred for each other fight to the finish, weakened, the man's father flees, and throws the young man out to sea. By luck or by the intervention of some higher power, the young man lands on an abandoned ship, adrift on the tides...
Day break, the young man rises, the memories of his past fading as though they were dreams. a Glowing red Nimbus surrounds the young man, dressed only in a torn cotton robe. A bit unsteady, he looks around to see where he is. It seems this ship originally came from this land, though the man does not know this. He stumbles off. Destrudo Nil Libido has arrived.
Skills:
Destructive fighting: Destrudo's Childhood has taught him to fight in a unique style that pulls techniques from many styles. Destrudo is a master of this style only because he is the only one who knows it and even he admits privately to no one other than himself that he needs to work and improve upon it greatly. Every time he lands a blow, the red energy of his Etheric body ripples through his opponets body. It does nothing but mildly tingle in a pleasent manner, for now. Therefore in comparason with other fighters Destrudo is of average or slightly better skill.
Etheric Body: Destrudo's Etheric Body shows on the Visable spectrum to anyone and everyone that looks at him, giving him an unnatural Red Aura outline.
Supernatural voice: Destrudo's Voice carries with it at all times, a Supernatural fear inflicted upon those who hear it, although currently it does nothing more than make it harder for those around him to become comfortable in any manner in his presence.
Equipment:
White Ragged robe that barely conceals anything.