Post by Rem on Aug 11, 2021 17:21:37 GMT -8
Hollowbreed
If all that awaits us is to be consumed, then what does it matter how many sins we bare when it happens?
If all that awaits us is to be consumed, then what does it matter how many sins we bare when it happens?
Basic Info
~Organized Savagery~
~Organized Savagery~
Name: Rem
Chronological Age: 100 years
Biological Age: Unknown
Stage of Evolution: Menos
Physical Info
~Monstrous Power~
~Monstrous Power~
Hair: No fur or hair of any kind on this menos.
Build: A creature sits crouched before you. It's skin is gun metal grey taught in an unearthly way across what looks like a human body if it were stretched out too far. It has a muscular build, obviously popping biceps and rippling abs in a way that looks dangerous in its relaxed state. When it stands up to its full height it stretches above eight feet, although more tall than wide it has an unnerving gangly appearance with limbs too long for a human, a torso too broad.
Clothing: It wears no clothes.
Mask and Hole: The mask is stark white, stretching circularly around what is almost certain the creature's head. Its design is blank, other than a wide maw of perfectly aligned white teeth stretched just so to reveal what looked like blood red gums around the edge. Atop its head are two identical rams horns which stretch out a few feet and curl in. In the middle of its chest right between its breast is a massive blank hole which you can see through.
Extras: None
Spiritual Info
~Zealous Hunger~
~Zealous Hunger~
Weapon: None
Favored Prey: The joyful, the vivacious. Those who yearn to fill their lives with joy and activity. Rem does particular seek this prey out in any concious effort, the realization of it might be unnerving in some small quiet way for reasons it wouldn't really be able to explain. There's something about watching someone with so much to live for fade away that just feels...
right
Historical Info
~Haunting Void~
~Haunting Void~
The Past: In the past there was a war, great and terrible. The nations of the world sent many young men to the battlefield and they died. Perhaps Rem was one of them? No. A lot more than soldiers died in this war. Countless, innumerable men and women, children died in this war. Some of them die from bullets. Some of them died from bombs. Rem did not die from such things. Rem died slowly, forgotten in a place where no human had any business dwelling. Rem wasted away in a place devoid of joy and when Rem died nothing really changed. Rem waited in a place where no human should be and watched as countless others succumbed to a fate worse than those who suffered at the hands of bombs and bullets. And Rem wasted away a second time.
Hollowing happened gradually, and it took a long time. They say the cycle works like this. You experience shock. You deny the reality. You feel the pain and the guilt. You become angry and try to find a way out. You become depressed, reflect and cut yourself off. Then, you're supposed to heal. The massive hole within Rem will never heal. There was no cycle.
Once the shock wore off, and the denial could hold off reality no further and the anger all but burned away all that was left was the emptiness. Rem felt nothing and even in its twisted form all they could do was linger waiting for some other end to come. But no end came, and in place of that emptiness was a stark awareness of a hunger and the danger which lurked around it.
Rem wanted nothingness but the hunger was always there beside them and the danger that lurked Rem could not bring itself to fall as instinct made it fight. As it strove for nothingness, instinct and hunger kept it company. And so it pressed up, eating when it hungered, and killing those that stood in its way and sought and oblivion that simply would come.
Snapshot:
Planting seeds made for an efficient way to feed. All Rem had to do was make his way to the mortal realm every so often to sow and return later to reap. Once planted the natural effect would collect food for them. The forays could have been quicker, perhaps they should have been. Rem always took longer than they needed. It was hard to resist looking at the before and after.
So they watched, before they sowed the seed. They watched the family, it was usually a family, in their day to day. They watched how they sat together. How they ate their food together, and talked, and laughed. It watched their joyous gatherings and their jubilations and then it would plant the seed and leave. Nothing would be disturbed, it was quiet, and subtle.
It would wait, for weeks, months, or even years before returning, but return Rem did. And it would linger, and it would watch once more and observe the shifts.
The meals would no longer be joyous. There were no more jubilations. The family ties were often worn down. Perhaps there would be an absence, a member no longer with them. Some people think that such relationships are effortless, self sustaining, but so rare is it that any bond can withstand the continual and constant drain of external fatigue. Families can make it with a single in crisis but over time as the energy and effort fade so too do the bonds. It takes work to remain joyous. When one person struggles they would pull through...but apply the pressure to all of them?
Rem observed it countless of times, oh not all of them broke down but enough that it could see the patterns. It would collect its seed, and go, and never did it return to the same group twice. It didn't like the leftovers.