Bardzo ciekawa postać stworzona przez Martina (któremu prowadziła Kasia). Szczególnie interesujące są możliwości magii ciała (przypis 1).
In the beginning there was only the Blue. My existence was as a thought on the wind, as a passing chill of fear. I wandered lonely as desire. Then the Presence came. It called upon me. It fed me, gave me focus. A moment came when he offered a little too much. I took his heart and his essence. Through which I emerged into the Red, its heart mine, its flesh consumed and assimilated. I took my first steps in its shoes.
Then was a time of wandering and consuming. I shed my flesh and grew, to assume a new shape and devour again. I know not how long I spent as a creature-Monster of flesh. I do know that I steadily assumed the humanity of my prey, becoming aware and conscious like they. Since my Second awakening I have been seeking my Third, the one promised by my dreams. Glimpses of the possibilities within the Blue have fuelled my progress, my search for more flesh, more essence. It is my Way, my Being.
Artists, warriors and citizens have I consumed, their essence imbibed, their flesh become my own, In doing so I have become them, they live within me, until they too are to be sacrificed to fuel my desire to transform. I seek them out, the ones with talent, with great ability, new ideas, I take them all as my own. But so too have I taken their burdens, their hurts too become my own, their voices corrupting my own, their being added to mine. It is as if their souls have fussed with my heart, each one clinging onto the last vestiges of their claim to ephemeral flesh.
Their voices have grown many, their conflicting wants and ways insistent. Some have become as well worn as trail boots, others still fresh and bitter yet age old. I seek a cure to end this curse, an end to their ceaseless chatter, a rending of their souls from mine, so that I am not distracted from my Path…
Race
-My Heart is the only crucial part of my Flesh; it is the receptacle of my soul, it is the core around which I assimilate flesh.
-All assimilated flesh provides me with its intrinsic properties, be it great strength, beauty, poison glands, stamina or wings.
-Living flesh is my sustenance; its essence is my energy, its offal provides structure for my flesh.
-Assimilated flesh neither grows, develops or heals naturally.
Profession/Path
-I possess a knowledge of philosophy, especially that of the Path of the Progenitor Viscus.
-I possess an in depth knowledge of the physiology of living being, especially those whose flesh I’ve assimilated.
-My Heart is the focus through which I practice Fleshwrithing; a magic that focuses upon the twisting, rending, devouring, consuming and crushing of my own flesh in order to achieve a purpose (1).
-I have spent long ages stalking prey; it is as much part of my nature as an art that I practice.
-To a degree I posses the skills, abilities, knowledge, magic of those who’s flesh I have assimilated, though this is often only released through the destruction or damage of that flesh.
Philosophy/Art
-I will have no body or flesh of my own until my Third awakening.
-To achieve my Third awakening I must find and transfigure the flesh of many peoples and creatures; I know not what will bring it about.
-The destruction of self contributes to the process of transcendence.
-I see the possibilities of the Blue written within living flesh, reaching into their dreams I release their potential, consuming it to advance my own ends in the process.
-The more flesh that I sacrifice, the closer I am to completion.
(1) Twist: To change, manipulate, transform.
Rend: To divide, break into parts.
Devour: To imbibe, take within, imbue with.
Consume: To release the energy of, destroy utterly.
Crush: To reduce, distil, create a separation of components.
A warriors hand holds the potential for martial skill, death, protection, pride, misery.
A mothers lips heal, comfort, scold.
An artists eyes see something in nothing, grasp the nature of things.
E.g. An honourable warrior’s hand consumed through fire would release its potential for the dealing of righteous death immediately and destructively, potentially destroying a single worthy foe in a flurry of pure and perfect attacks.
