Post by darkfire on May 6, 2008 19:59:25 GMT -5
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Username: darkfire; Darkfire
Gender: Penis-Haver
Other Character(s): Nope
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Name: Lost to time, unfortunately.
Alias: Preto (prAy-toe)
Age: The age of his past life is lost, but his existence as a heartless has been for about 7 years.
Gender: Assumedly male, or at least masculine in shape.
Race: Heartless
Alignment: Neutral – Almost Completely Impulsive based on Emotions
Origin: The true origins are just as lost, but this Heartless comes from Beast’s Castle, locked away in the dungeon.
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History:
While the original being whose heart was lost to create Preto is no longer known, it is certain that his heart was very strong. Upon becoming a Heartless, he became not a Shadow or an obese...thing, but rather a gigantic monster, hungering for more hearts and more darkness. And it just happened to find its way to the world of Beast’s Castle. To the townspeople, it was a monster; it was nothing but a hideous beast. It was a disgrace to God! It must die! Well, needless to say, they couldn’t do anything at all to stop it. It ravaged, it pillaged, it did whatever the hell it damn well wanted. Then, smelling a particularly strong heart, it ran along to Beast’s Castle, already a place of ill-repute. You could say it had quite the hairy reputation. KYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
Needless to say, the lord of the castle wasn’t the most welcoming when it came to a monster several times larger than himself invading his sanctuary...or was it prison? Anyway, Beast wasn’t the happiest of campers at that point. As the massive Heartless charged the tank of stone and masonry, it was abruptly halted when a figure several times smaller than it, but still massive, rammed him head on directly in the face. The Heartless began to back off, but then felt that the one who tackled him was none other than the Beast, the one with the strong heart, slowly filling with darkness. The monster of blackness grinned, intensely dark gray teeth glaring at this new opponent. The Heartless was no fool, and knew what most animals knew. That was to corner your enemy, and being so large, that would be impossible from the outside. It leapt over the Beast and through the massive front doors.
Inside, they battled on and on, Beast clearly the stronger, but unable to actually harm the Heartless, whose heavily corroded weak point was so deep inside his chest. With only claws and swords, Beast had no chance of killing it. However, although he was large, brusque, and quite hairy, Beast was no fool; he fought the monster floor by floor of the castle, down and down and further down still, into the dungeons. Inside, he’d always been a very cold-hearted person, and as everyone knows, cold-hearted people have heavily enchanted dungeons so their prisoners can’t possibly escape! With one more hard swipe, the monster of darkness was heaved into one of the largest rooms in the dungeon. And “smack!” went its face on the door as it closed.
Normally, locking a Heartless behind enchanted doors would be a good thing, right? You don’t release any Hearts for those dastardly people who would do wrong with them, you don’t have to get your hands dirty, and you never have to worry about them escaping! Well, not entirely true. The castle, as you may all know, was heavily cursed by a witch who didn’t like the lord’s cold-heartedness. As you may also know, such curses, like turning people into monsters and whatnot, lies heavily in darkness, especially in a place like the dungeon, whose inherent dark nature is already decently large. As such, the longer the Heartless stayed in that castle, the more and more darkness would be absorbed into its body. It slowly got bigger and bigger and bigger as it swelled with the evil nature of the castle’s curse.
Then one day, it didn’t get bigger. In fact, it imploded, shrinking smaller and smaller until it was even smaller than the Beast, and only just barely bigger than most humans. It was thin and lanky, and its rage was building further and further as it lost what was left of its animalistic patience. That transformation took three years of constant darkness exposure, and the Heartless was only getting exposed to it more and more. The layers packed on still, day by day, but the Heartless got not bigger; it only got denser with dark energies. Yes, fine, well and good, a Heartless full of dark energy. Nothing special, right? Wrong.
Where darkness normally leads people to become mindless, savage beings, like what this one was when it entered, it appeared as though the constant oven of exposure was taking a toll. For better or worse is for the reader to decide, but the darkness began to substitute for the Heartless the mind it lost to its Nobody. The substitution was crude and based on the heavily locked away memories of the being, only scratching the surface of the complexities of the heart. Memories were scarce, and only sufficient in creating a vaguely human personality, with only a few vaguely human emotions and...frighteningly human communication skills. The Heartless began to speak to itself in its imprisonment, telling itself what it wanted over and over and over.
The memories it had were fresh, and from the Beast that had attacked it. The Beast used whatever it could to attack, and when he realized that attacking with his claws would not be sufficient, he grabbed a sword and began to hack away. A sword? Yes, a sword. The Heartless repeated to itself over and over, hundreds upon thousands of times, “I want...a sword...” At the end of the sixth year of imprisonment, its desire was granted, a massive claymore of its own compressed darkness forming in its hands. It disappeared soon after, but the Heartless found that it could call upon its aid whenever it desired to do so.
For the next year, it would hack away at the door, but to no avail. Though it said that it wanted out perhaps millions of times, it never even chipped it; the enchantment was ancient, and quite powerful. Just six days into the seventh year, and still hacking, thanks to the lack of human stamina limitations, the doors opened, giving way to a large, side-burned man. Just as the man was about to reach out to him, the Heartless jumped out over his head, running and eventually fading into the darkness. The man swore, saying something about not hitting two birds with one stone, and went about his other business.
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I’d’ve had more detail, but I had difficulties...him being a Heartless and all.
.user.information.
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Username: darkfire; Darkfire
Gender: Penis-Haver
Other Character(s): Nope
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.general.character.information.
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Name: Lost to time, unfortunately.
Alias: Preto (prAy-toe)
Age: The age of his past life is lost, but his existence as a heartless has been for about 7 years.
Gender: Assumedly male, or at least masculine in shape.
Race: Heartless
Alignment: Neutral – Almost Completely Impulsive based on Emotions
Origin: The true origins are just as lost, but this Heartless comes from Beast’s Castle, locked away in the dungeon.
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Appearance:
Physical Features: The Heartless that is Preto is not too far out in terms of appearance. It is a human-shape heartless, meaning it has two legs, two arms, and a head. Its feet are similar to that of the Shadows, being simply long, pointed extensions of its legs bent at ninety degrees from the father appendage. The legs themselves are jointed, like human legs, but are a rather lanky, and lack proper shaping from bones, particularly because they don’t have any.
When those legs reach the waist, the creature doesn’t actually take any different turn in its appearance. Its central torso, meaning abdomen and chest, are in a sort of human-shape like its other features. Facing the front of this being of darkness, once one reaches the thing’s waist, the sides move inward, like a thin human male, and expand upward at the chest, coming off into clear, broad shoulders. There are lines of definition that hint at human anatomy in this being, such as a line down the center of the stomach, where the two sides of the abdominals meet, along with a line defining the separate pectorals.
From the shoulders, one finds two long, gangly arms, a single joint in each representing an elbow. Its...his hands are long and flat with thin fingers that end in points. All in all, these arms reach, hands included, down to the thing’s knees, making them much longer than that of an average person.
It stands at a height of about 6’4”. Yaay. Oh, and I forgot to mention that his entire body radiates a thing black steam that disappears about a foot up from its point of origin.
Facial Features: Despite the human-like features up until now, the head and face of Preto are much more like a Heartless. The head is an upside-down teardrop shape, like a NeoShadow, with the characteristic bright yellow eyes. However, unlike most solid black heartless, this one has a mouth, and damn does it have a mouth. Similar to Jack Skellington’s, it’s a horizontal slice across his face. On the inside, it’s more black, but there are also very sharp, triangle-shaped teeth on the inside, colored a slight shade lighter than the rest of the creature’s body. From the back of its head, there are two tendrils, similar again to Shadows and NeoShadows, but these ones have no kinks in them. They fall straight to mid-back, ending in points.
Clothing: The “clothing” of this thing could be described as contrasting. It has only one article, and that is a cloak that it drapes across its shoulders. It looks to be made of patches poorly sewn together, and has many tears that make it so it ends diagonally covering most of its left arm and only the top half of its right. This entire cloak is a whitish grayish color, and if one manages to spot a certain symbol on it, they may be shocked, or even sickened. The symbol is that of a Nobody, as this entire cloak is made from the shredded and poorly bonded remains of their kin.
Miscellaneous Items/Articles: Nope.
Personality:
Resolve: Preto has a one-track, varying purpose mind. Essentially, his desires at the present time govern his actions, whatever they may be. Not sure how to describe that further.
Pursuit: Well, this lovely little Heartless wants to get what he desires. Typically, he’ll lust after things of a shiny nature, a sweet nature, a powerful nature, or just a nature that seems to be a good nature at the time. For instance, maybe it will want someone’s watch because it looks shiny and because it makes a joyous, ticking noise. It’ll get that watch.
Fears: Afraid of? Fear is an emotion only marginally understood by Preto. It fears what most all beings fear, and that is its own destruction.
Hopes: Ugh. See pursuit; it hopes to fulfill them.
Hobbies: Believe it or not, this Heartless seems to have an ability to sew. You may have guessed that, given its cloak. In order to use this, it uses its thin, pointed fingers to push through the thread, which it either steals or makes (just as gruesomely), pull the thread, and then push it through in another spot. Really, it’s just a crude form of stitching, as it has no fine tools, like needles, and likely wouldn’t be able to figure out how to use them.
Public Personality/Private Personality: There are few differences between the public and private personality of Preto. In public, the Heartless enjoys...ok, you know what? The damn thing’s a Heartless! Personality. What the hell do I put for a Heartless personality? Let’s see. It’s rather out of the ordinary in that it doesn’t have any particular want to consume more darkness, already having such an unnatural amount of it. It’s also capable of, unlike most Heartless, some level of basic communication. It speaks in broken sentences with many pauses, but has the gist of speech down pat. Still, while it can speak well, it seems to have only a few expressions, most of them beginning with the words “I want”, as that’s typically most of what it does. If there was a battle going on, instead of doing so, it would likely end up saying, “I want...to fight...” and then charge in.
In private, it’s much different. Ok, not really. The only real difference is that, when it’s with people that it is “friends” with (yes, it can actually comprehend friendship to some limited extent), it will ask what they want and what it will give to them. With those it likes, greed turns to generosity.
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Weapons:
Weapon Name: Sword
Weapon Description: “Sword” as Preto likes to call it, is a large claymore, even as far as claymores go. The blade, instead of being about 3.5 feet long, is actually about 5 feet in length! Even the hilt is a foot and a half long. This hilt has a cruciform guard, and a spike for a pommel, since it doesn’t have much fear of stabbing its own arms. This beast of a weapon weighs about 7lbs, and the entire thing is Heartless black, steaming like Preto, himself.
Unique Notes: This weapon is cool. No really, it’s like a chilled spoon. It’s cold to the touch, and no amount of heating seems to change that. Pretty chill. ;3
Abilities:
Base Ability: Physical Form
Sub Abilities:
Strength: A rather blunt term to use, and an ability that requires very little description. Preto’s strength is Herculean, or almost. A good way to say it is that Preto is just below Hercules in terms of raw physical power.
Form Shift: The form of Preto, though sturdy, is highly malleable. By that, I mean highly. Think Gumby, then multiply it several times. Preto is stretchy, bendy, and thoroughly rubbery. He has been known to stretch his entire body to twice normal length, along with contracted to half normal; this proves useful in dodging. Oh, an addendum. His original form is massive and monstrous, Preto being, naturally, a highly compressed form of that original beast. Just imagine for a moment the force he could generate should he decide to release some of that compression into the lengthening of his arm, and how far it could stretch. If he were to release the compression into one arm, it can stretch for a maximum of 50ft, with massive force behind it, greater than that of his natural strength. However, this must be retracted after use (takes a post), and the decompression also decreases Preto's resistance to physical attacks. This specific use of decompression is only done one limb at a time.
Hand to Hand: Most, as soon as they see a massive sword, think that they’re safe from fists. That’s one of the most ludicrous things you could ever assume. If for whatever reason Preto couldn’t use his sword, or simply wanted to use a combination of different attacks, he’d be able to incorporate his Form Shift ability with punches, kicks, and all manner of hellish, brutal bodily maneuvers. Watch out, y’all! D:
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Physical Attack: 5
Physical Defense: 2
Magical Attack: 1
Magical Defense: 1
Reflexes: 2
Speed: 4
Awareness: 1
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History:
While the original being whose heart was lost to create Preto is no longer known, it is certain that his heart was very strong. Upon becoming a Heartless, he became not a Shadow or an obese...thing, but rather a gigantic monster, hungering for more hearts and more darkness. And it just happened to find its way to the world of Beast’s Castle. To the townspeople, it was a monster; it was nothing but a hideous beast. It was a disgrace to God! It must die! Well, needless to say, they couldn’t do anything at all to stop it. It ravaged, it pillaged, it did whatever the hell it damn well wanted. Then, smelling a particularly strong heart, it ran along to Beast’s Castle, already a place of ill-repute. You could say it had quite the hairy reputation. KYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
Needless to say, the lord of the castle wasn’t the most welcoming when it came to a monster several times larger than himself invading his sanctuary...or was it prison? Anyway, Beast wasn’t the happiest of campers at that point. As the massive Heartless charged the tank of stone and masonry, it was abruptly halted when a figure several times smaller than it, but still massive, rammed him head on directly in the face. The Heartless began to back off, but then felt that the one who tackled him was none other than the Beast, the one with the strong heart, slowly filling with darkness. The monster of blackness grinned, intensely dark gray teeth glaring at this new opponent. The Heartless was no fool, and knew what most animals knew. That was to corner your enemy, and being so large, that would be impossible from the outside. It leapt over the Beast and through the massive front doors.
Inside, they battled on and on, Beast clearly the stronger, but unable to actually harm the Heartless, whose heavily corroded weak point was so deep inside his chest. With only claws and swords, Beast had no chance of killing it. However, although he was large, brusque, and quite hairy, Beast was no fool; he fought the monster floor by floor of the castle, down and down and further down still, into the dungeons. Inside, he’d always been a very cold-hearted person, and as everyone knows, cold-hearted people have heavily enchanted dungeons so their prisoners can’t possibly escape! With one more hard swipe, the monster of darkness was heaved into one of the largest rooms in the dungeon. And “smack!” went its face on the door as it closed.
Normally, locking a Heartless behind enchanted doors would be a good thing, right? You don’t release any Hearts for those dastardly people who would do wrong with them, you don’t have to get your hands dirty, and you never have to worry about them escaping! Well, not entirely true. The castle, as you may all know, was heavily cursed by a witch who didn’t like the lord’s cold-heartedness. As you may also know, such curses, like turning people into monsters and whatnot, lies heavily in darkness, especially in a place like the dungeon, whose inherent dark nature is already decently large. As such, the longer the Heartless stayed in that castle, the more and more darkness would be absorbed into its body. It slowly got bigger and bigger and bigger as it swelled with the evil nature of the castle’s curse.
Then one day, it didn’t get bigger. In fact, it imploded, shrinking smaller and smaller until it was even smaller than the Beast, and only just barely bigger than most humans. It was thin and lanky, and its rage was building further and further as it lost what was left of its animalistic patience. That transformation took three years of constant darkness exposure, and the Heartless was only getting exposed to it more and more. The layers packed on still, day by day, but the Heartless got not bigger; it only got denser with dark energies. Yes, fine, well and good, a Heartless full of dark energy. Nothing special, right? Wrong.
Where darkness normally leads people to become mindless, savage beings, like what this one was when it entered, it appeared as though the constant oven of exposure was taking a toll. For better or worse is for the reader to decide, but the darkness began to substitute for the Heartless the mind it lost to its Nobody. The substitution was crude and based on the heavily locked away memories of the being, only scratching the surface of the complexities of the heart. Memories were scarce, and only sufficient in creating a vaguely human personality, with only a few vaguely human emotions and...frighteningly human communication skills. The Heartless began to speak to itself in its imprisonment, telling itself what it wanted over and over and over.
The memories it had were fresh, and from the Beast that had attacked it. The Beast used whatever it could to attack, and when he realized that attacking with his claws would not be sufficient, he grabbed a sword and began to hack away. A sword? Yes, a sword. The Heartless repeated to itself over and over, hundreds upon thousands of times, “I want...a sword...” At the end of the sixth year of imprisonment, its desire was granted, a massive claymore of its own compressed darkness forming in its hands. It disappeared soon after, but the Heartless found that it could call upon its aid whenever it desired to do so.
For the next year, it would hack away at the door, but to no avail. Though it said that it wanted out perhaps millions of times, it never even chipped it; the enchantment was ancient, and quite powerful. Just six days into the seventh year, and still hacking, thanks to the lack of human stamina limitations, the doors opened, giving way to a large, side-burned man. Just as the man was about to reach out to him, the Heartless jumped out over his head, running and eventually fading into the darkness. The man swore, saying something about not hitting two birds with one stone, and went about his other business.
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I’d’ve had more detail, but I had difficulties...him being a Heartless and all.
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao