Post by Wendigo on Aug 11, 2021 20:38:49 GMT -8
Hollowbreed
Basic Info
~Self-Aggrandizing~
~Self-Aggrandizing~
Name: Wendigo
Chronological Age: Unknown, Estimated 2,000 Years
Biological Age: Unknown
Stage of Evolution: Menos - Gillian
Physical Info
~Monstrous Power~
~Monstrous Power~
Hair: Heavy brown fur covers most of the body, matted and tangled. Bits of the fur caked with mud and sometimes with twigs sticking out. Near the head of the beast a thick frayed mane covers the neck.
Build: Standing somewhere around 7’2” there is an immense presence to the beast’s size. Though while tall it seems unnaturally thin, underneath the matter fur it looks as though the muscles could be severely atrophied. The hands seem elongated with fingers that stretch further than they should. Often dried blood coats the hands.
Clothing: Bones of various small creatures adorn the body, with several human skulls seemingly tied into the fur around the waist.
Mask and Hole: The bone white skull sits upon the head, deformed from the human shape it may have once held. Now something closer to an elk, with antlers that stretch out a few feet. Where the stomach once was now exists the hollow hole.
Extras: N/A
Spiritual Info
~Zealous Hunger~
~Zealous Hunger~
Zanpakuto: N/A
Aspect of Death/Favored Prey: Corrosive Greed and Excessive Consumption.
A drive to fill the hole created by his own greed and the suffering it caused. He seeks those with the compulsion to savor their greed.
Historical Info
~Haunting Void~
~Haunting Void~
The Past: A distant memory, one of the only ones still lingering is the memory of hunger. The cold creeping in, the body unfeeling and breaking down. The feel of frozen flesh ripped apart be the gnawing teeth, a broken taboo. Even then the darkness came and almost as quickly as it came the suffering would truly start.
Instantly after passing the soul would become a hollow, having broken a taboo as they did. Slowly consuming to fill the unending hunger, the insatiable greed for more. Learning as time passed, to trick those who would come into its insignificant domain in the dark forest. Growing over time, consuming and consuming. Even as other voices that were consumed seeked to grasp control, it would never yield that.
Now many centuries old and wiser it seeks out more succulent prey, wicked and evil prey that may satiate the hunger, the gnawing hunger deep inside. He has taken time in the mortal world to seek those warriors who would fit such a criteria, destroying many in his path. He can feel something changing deep within. This change has increased the burning need to feed on those who would cross him.
Snapshot: He could feel the fear in the air, for days he had pushed these new hunters. Taunting them, chasing them, and even stealing some of them. The final two were nothing more than children. That wouldn’t stop him as he could smell their greed to hunt. They were something he had seen sparingly, something he didn’t understand, but their kind was different from most mortals he fed upon. Something about them was fattening, a feeling that would be fleeting, but one he desired above all us.
They must have known he was close, they started yelling for him to come out. To face them, but like always he would wait, for now he would use the stolen voices of those who had traveled with them. Not only would he have their greed, but he would have their fear before this was over.
“Sweeties, it’s okay. I’m coming, we can all be together soon.”