CHARACTER BIO: Ravanos was once a young monk in training. One day a woman from the town was brought in to be exorcised. The small church had never seen anything like this before, the woman violently fought and injured those trying to restrain her. Ravanos knew something had to be done quick.
Ravanos ordered the villagers to hold the woman down. She arched her back letting out blood curdling moans of no earthly origin. Ravanos took out the necessary items from his pack and got ready to perform the ritual.
He placed his hand on her forehead and looked into her black eyes. It was if he was staring into a dark empty well with shadows moving about. He began to chant and the woman grew more violent and she spat at him but he paid no mind.
The woman arched her back again and her mouth opened wide. Her eyes began to drain of the blackness and Ravanos felt a little relieved. Suddenly something black shot out of her mouth that resembled an arm. This black arm grasped his right hand and began pulling itself from the woman.
The creature resembled a human in only the most basic of ways, it's skin was black almost like tar but also resembling shadow very much. It screeched as the sun it it's skin and opened it's devilish maw full of sharp teeth. It swallows his hand and arm up to the nearly the shoulder and clamped down. Ravanos howled in pain. Not only did the bite puncture his skin but his arm felt as if it was being slowly dissolved by acid and burned at the same time.
The creatures lower extremities began to fade as if Ravanos's arm was being injected with the being. Just then the senior monk of the town, the man that had raised Ravanos, burst through the crowd. He quickly muttered a prayer and slammed his palm into the beasts body. At the very same time the beast burst into black flames. The creature shrieked and burned to ash that blew away with the wind.
The senior monk, named Eos clinched his teeth in pain as the fire worked it's way up his arm searing all the flesh as it went. Ravanos stared in horror at what progressed infront of his eyes. Eos was slowly devoured from his arm up to his shoulder, across his chest, and spreading onto his face. His screams finally stopped when the blaze reached his knees and he fell over, dead.
Ravanos looked at the ground, then slowly at his arm, his wounds from the teeth had healed already only leaving scars, that wasn't the oddest part of it though. His right arm now was a swirl of black shifting material, as if a moving tattoo, with streaks of bright green in it.
After that day Ravanos didn't leave his former mentor's hut much. Only often enough to gather food and water. He always kept his arm covered with a black sleeve made from burial cloth, it was a horrible reminder to him AND the town of what had happened that day... STRENGTHS:Strong hand to hand fighting his fists are as damaging as any mace or warhammer. He's agile quick and sometimes his right arm becomes ablaze in black flames that sear anything but himself.
WEAKNESSES:His right arm is cursed with a black taint that can cause extreme pain to him at any time. It's as if his arm is being burned in the deepest bowels of hell itself.The cursed black flames could potentially burn anyone or thing close to him.
HOW YOUR CHARACTER WAS CAPTURED: N/A WEAPONS: His bare hands.
CLOTHING/ARMOR: A black trench coat and some black pants with black boots.
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NAME: Ravanos
AGE: 22
HEIGHT: 6'3"
WEIGHT: 210lbs
HAIR: Blonde
EYES: Blue
GENDER: Male
CHARACTER BIO: Ravanos was once a young monk in training. One day a woman from the town was brought in to be exorcised. The small church had never seen anything like this before, the woman violently fought and injured those trying to restrain her. Ravanos knew something had to be done quick.
Ravanos ordered the villagers to hold the woman down. She arched her back letting out blood curdling moans of no earthly origin. Ravanos took out the necessary items from his pack and got ready to perform the ritual.
He placed his hand on her forehead and looked into her black eyes. It was if he was staring into a dark empty well with shadows moving about. He began to chant and the woman grew more violent and she spat at him but he paid no mind.
The woman arched her back again and her mouth opened wide. Her eyes began to drain of the blackness and Ravanos felt a little relieved. Suddenly something black shot out of her mouth that resembled an arm. This black arm grasped his right hand and began pulling itself from the woman.
The creature resembled a human in only the most basic of ways, it's skin was black almost like tar but also resembling shadow very much. It screeched as the sun it it's skin and opened it's devilish maw full of sharp teeth. It swallows his hand and arm up to the nearly the shoulder and clamped down. Ravanos howled in pain. Not only did the bite puncture his skin but his arm felt as if it was being slowly dissolved by acid and burned at the same time.
The creatures lower extremities began to fade as if Ravanos's arm was being injected with the being. Just then the senior monk of the town, the man that had raised Ravanos, burst through the crowd. He quickly muttered a prayer and slammed his palm into the beasts body. At the very same time the beast burst into black flames. The creature shrieked and burned to ash that blew away with the wind.
The senior monk, named Eos clinched his teeth in pain as the fire worked it's way up his arm searing all the flesh as it went. Ravanos stared in horror at what progressed infront of his eyes. Eos was slowly devoured from his arm up to his shoulder, across his chest, and spreading onto his face. His screams finally stopped when the blaze reached his knees and he fell over, dead.
Ravanos looked at the ground, then slowly at his arm, his wounds from the teeth had healed already only leaving scars, that wasn't the oddest part of it though. His right arm now was a swirl of black shifting material, as if a moving tattoo, with streaks of bright green in it.
After that day Ravanos didn't leave his former mentor's hut much. Only often enough to gather food and water. He always kept his arm covered with a black sleeve made from burial cloth, it was a horrible reminder to him AND the town of what had happened that day...
STRENGTHS: Strong hand to hand fighting his fists are as damaging as any mace or warhammer. He's agile quick and sometimes his right arm becomes ablaze in black flames that sear anything but himself.
WEAKNESSES: His right arm is cursed with a black taint that can cause extreme pain to him at any time. It's as if his arm is being burned in the deepest bowels of hell itself.The cursed black flames could potentially burn anyone or thing close to him.
HOW YOUR CHARACTER WAS CAPTURED: N/A
WEAPONS: His bare hands.
CLOTHING/ARMOR: A black trench coat and some black pants with black boots.