Post by Claw Greyman on Oct 4, 2013 20:14:41 GMT
Name: Greyman, “Dirt” Claw
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Ethnicity/Species: European/Human
Rank: Rogue
Court: Ex Demon Court
Appearance: Claw isn’t the type of person to be very choosey on what he wears. The ensemble he adorns now is just a worn-out mash up of various looted items of clothing. His appearance lacking any form of drapery is frankly pretty gruesome. He’s malnourished, which is easily reflected on his overly skinny body type. However, this is the norm for most humans living in the depths of Dim Hollow. Just another one of the effects of not having any sunlight here. Not only does it take a toll on his muscles, it leaves both his skin and hair the whitest of pale. The real plus side is his teeth are still pretty healthy. Claw could only be described by modern humans as nothing more than an albino, which is given away even more by his blood red eye color.
They don’t get shown much though, since he chooses to hide them behind a pair of shaded goggles. The man also wears a stolen camo-print cap atop his head, not that camouflage is hard in a pitch black world. Claw covers his torso in a gray colored hoodie, but could use an upgrade. Honestly it’s patched together with articles of other pieces of clothing… and where it lacks patches, has holes. Carried on his side is a small bag that contains all of his belongings, and across his back lay a rusted Claymore. Both hands are always covered in a pair of black fingerless gloves, and wears a strange computer device strapped to his left arm. Then finally his legs are shielded from the sands by a rugged pair of jeans, and thick soled combat boots to shield his feet.
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Personality: His will is that of a man scorned, Claw was once ruled under the three courts of Dim Hollow as a slave. However, he’d witnessed others try to make a stand against them. Having been beaten his whole life, this man’s resolve for revolution in these dark depths was not strong. Instead, Claw Greyman took a look at the world, and turned everything inward. He looked within himself, and finally saw the true way of this world. Instead of trying to change the ground beneath his feet, the young human finally chose to adapt to the ways of this land. Dim Hollow was dark, and the strong ones were out for themselves. Maybe it was forever saying goodbye to the sun he once knew, or maybe it was the sinister ways of all those around him… but something within Claw snapped. He escaped into the darkness surrounding Anubis, and has been eluding re-capture for several months now.
Weapon: Claw’s chosen weapon is a rusted claymore sword, which he dug out of the dunes surrounding Dim Hollow’s capitol. It was already stained with someone else’s blood when he found it.
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Weakness: First off, Claw’s body is in an extremely fragile state. Not mention the fact that he’s essentially on the brink of losing his mind. Add that with the stresses of everyday survival, deep hunger, and an unquenchable thirst. He’s a desperate man, in a desperate situation.
History: Claw’s story did not begin in the depths of Dim Hollow’s darkness. In the beginning, he was born into the European communities of the Ancient world. The first decade of his life was spent living under the warmth of that realm’s burning sun, and as time went on he took the role of a young man under the Greyman crest. His family came from a long line of traders, and would continually make illegal deals for goods to be smuggled through the Augustus Gate. Although such transactions were highly frowned upon, Claw’s father had a good standing with a dishonest Gate Guardian. Utilizing this, the Greyman’s made a living… but such dealings wouldn’t go unnoticed forever. There were many members of the Roman elite who finally caught onto what was happening. Needless to say, there were repercussions. Though they officially had no power over Claw’s people, Rome ordered the death of his own father. To set an example to any others who wished to gain anything materialistic from beyond the Gate.
Unfortunately, drawing blood wasn’t the only punishment for the Greyman clan’s actions. After being exposed to all within in the Ancient realm, a group of bandits removed a twelve year old Claw from his home in the dead of night. They’re faces were covered to conceal the captor’s identities, and the young boy was shipped through the Augustus Gate. In the same fashion that his family had smuggled things through. Claw had been bound, blindfolded, and gagged like mere cargo as they moved him through. He had become nothing more than simple property to these mysterious hostage takers. As if killing the head of the Greymen house hadn’t been enough, they were selling his first born into slavery… but not just anywhere. They were dragging the boy into the hells of Dim Hollow, where few souls ever remerge from. It may as well have been the same death sentence that was bestowed upon his father. These men didn’t just leave Claw in Dim Hollow as a lowly slave though, they also exacted vengeance against the single corrupted Gate Guardian at that time. The blood spilled from his veins nothing more than a warning to others who watched over the Augustus Gates.
At first, Claw didn’t adapt very well to being a working slave. His job was simply put, the hardest of manual labors. Without a sun to warm the surface of the Hollow wastelands there were many numbers of things to do, just so a society like Anubis could be maintained. One of those things was a cheap, if not free, general workforce that kept the rest of the city moving. That way everyone one on top could sit back, and watch the world they were trying to carve out of the darkness. Several months ago though, Claw broke away from one of the surrounding work camps. The cruel nature of this realm, and it’s constant dark background finally starting to affect his mind. What was once a well-mannered merchant’s son has begun the downward spiral of a rabid dog. Once he was finally free from his chains with weapon in hand, Claw has started the fight for his own freedom.
Rp Sample: Darkness laid in every direction, without even the sign of a moon in the skies above. It had always been a dismal sight. However, the lack of a star to light up the world wasn’t what was consuming Claw’s mind currently, no. It was the deep hunger that lay in the bellies of all humans, a never ending need to feed. The former-slave was literally starving, and the signs of it had become even more obvious in the past few days. If one were to be keeping count, at least four had gone by without a single morsel to fill his gullet. By now young Claw was already becoming irrational in thought, and starting to function on his baser instincts. At the moment, he was tracking a small group that was escorting a cart out of the heart of the city, and back into Anubis’ outskirts.
The pale human was trailing several hundred yards behind the group, and adorning his usual dark clothing. He stalked the wagon like a shark in blood stained waters with his weapon already drawn. Claw didn’t know the identity of these men, nor did it matter. These shipments through the open desert were what kept most of the outposts alive in Dim Hollow, and subsequently… they sustained people like him. Who stole from them. With both hands on his sword’s hilt, and his body crouched slightly Claw began his approach. Silently the albino crept closer until he was finally within striking distance of the group’s rear guard.
From what he could make out in the darkness, these men were heavily armored.. and probably trained even more heavily. A direct confrontation wouldn’t end well for Claw at all. Instead, the small framed slave used the natural camoflauge of this land to get right behind the man. In one swift motion the human swung his sword over the guard’s neck, and it was over before he could even cry out. Still though, his body hit the ground with a loud thump. Thus alerting the other men. It didn’t take long for chaos to break out in the shadows.
[“Our rear has fallen!”]
[“Weapons drawn!! Don’t let the cart fall”]
[“Moving there now,”]
Claw could hear the chatter of the other cart’s guards, and their footsteps approaching. On instinct, the albino dropped himself down along with the body who’d already fallen. When the rest of the crew lit up the scene with their artificial lighting, they were greeted by a gruesome sight. Both the dead guard, and Claw were literally doused in blood.. both laying motionless.
[“Oi, look at this,”] One of them spoke up, [“They went, and offed each other out here in the dark!”]
[“Drag em’ both up to the cart then… We’ll take their bodies back to Anubis for the report.”]
Almost immediately Claw had to fight to hold his composure. He was giving the ruse that he’d died, and their dragging him inside with the other supplies? They might as well have been handing over those rations to him! It only took a few minutes for the two lower ranked men to toss the blood-soaked pair inside the shaded wagon with everything else. Then the group re-sealed the cart, and once again began to trudge through the dim desert. Now that Claw was laying among the dried food meant for soldiers, he could hardly contain himself. Even though it meant practically drowning in the blood that once kept another a live, it didn’t matter. The translucent human wasn’t wasting anymore time either, before a minute had even passed he was digging his dirty fingers right into anything he could get a hold of. His starved body practically cried out in relief as he filled his previously empty belly, and laid back against the trashed goods that were now underneath him. Now it was just a matter of escaping without anymore prying eyes.
Theme song: Blacken the Cursed Sun - Lamb of God
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Ethnicity/Species: European/Human
Rank: Rogue
Court: Ex Demon Court
Appearance: Claw isn’t the type of person to be very choosey on what he wears. The ensemble he adorns now is just a worn-out mash up of various looted items of clothing. His appearance lacking any form of drapery is frankly pretty gruesome. He’s malnourished, which is easily reflected on his overly skinny body type. However, this is the norm for most humans living in the depths of Dim Hollow. Just another one of the effects of not having any sunlight here. Not only does it take a toll on his muscles, it leaves both his skin and hair the whitest of pale. The real plus side is his teeth are still pretty healthy. Claw could only be described by modern humans as nothing more than an albino, which is given away even more by his blood red eye color.
They don’t get shown much though, since he chooses to hide them behind a pair of shaded goggles. The man also wears a stolen camo-print cap atop his head, not that camouflage is hard in a pitch black world. Claw covers his torso in a gray colored hoodie, but could use an upgrade. Honestly it’s patched together with articles of other pieces of clothing… and where it lacks patches, has holes. Carried on his side is a small bag that contains all of his belongings, and across his back lay a rusted Claymore. Both hands are always covered in a pair of black fingerless gloves, and wears a strange computer device strapped to his left arm. Then finally his legs are shielded from the sands by a rugged pair of jeans, and thick soled combat boots to shield his feet.
www.deviantart.com/#/art/di-rrrrttt-327690394?hf=1
Personality: His will is that of a man scorned, Claw was once ruled under the three courts of Dim Hollow as a slave. However, he’d witnessed others try to make a stand against them. Having been beaten his whole life, this man’s resolve for revolution in these dark depths was not strong. Instead, Claw Greyman took a look at the world, and turned everything inward. He looked within himself, and finally saw the true way of this world. Instead of trying to change the ground beneath his feet, the young human finally chose to adapt to the ways of this land. Dim Hollow was dark, and the strong ones were out for themselves. Maybe it was forever saying goodbye to the sun he once knew, or maybe it was the sinister ways of all those around him… but something within Claw snapped. He escaped into the darkness surrounding Anubis, and has been eluding re-capture for several months now.
Weapon: Claw’s chosen weapon is a rusted claymore sword, which he dug out of the dunes surrounding Dim Hollow’s capitol. It was already stained with someone else’s blood when he found it.
media.moddb.com/images/mods/1/8/7625/65236.jpg
Weakness: First off, Claw’s body is in an extremely fragile state. Not mention the fact that he’s essentially on the brink of losing his mind. Add that with the stresses of everyday survival, deep hunger, and an unquenchable thirst. He’s a desperate man, in a desperate situation.
History: Claw’s story did not begin in the depths of Dim Hollow’s darkness. In the beginning, he was born into the European communities of the Ancient world. The first decade of his life was spent living under the warmth of that realm’s burning sun, and as time went on he took the role of a young man under the Greyman crest. His family came from a long line of traders, and would continually make illegal deals for goods to be smuggled through the Augustus Gate. Although such transactions were highly frowned upon, Claw’s father had a good standing with a dishonest Gate Guardian. Utilizing this, the Greyman’s made a living… but such dealings wouldn’t go unnoticed forever. There were many members of the Roman elite who finally caught onto what was happening. Needless to say, there were repercussions. Though they officially had no power over Claw’s people, Rome ordered the death of his own father. To set an example to any others who wished to gain anything materialistic from beyond the Gate.
Unfortunately, drawing blood wasn’t the only punishment for the Greyman clan’s actions. After being exposed to all within in the Ancient realm, a group of bandits removed a twelve year old Claw from his home in the dead of night. They’re faces were covered to conceal the captor’s identities, and the young boy was shipped through the Augustus Gate. In the same fashion that his family had smuggled things through. Claw had been bound, blindfolded, and gagged like mere cargo as they moved him through. He had become nothing more than simple property to these mysterious hostage takers. As if killing the head of the Greymen house hadn’t been enough, they were selling his first born into slavery… but not just anywhere. They were dragging the boy into the hells of Dim Hollow, where few souls ever remerge from. It may as well have been the same death sentence that was bestowed upon his father. These men didn’t just leave Claw in Dim Hollow as a lowly slave though, they also exacted vengeance against the single corrupted Gate Guardian at that time. The blood spilled from his veins nothing more than a warning to others who watched over the Augustus Gates.
At first, Claw didn’t adapt very well to being a working slave. His job was simply put, the hardest of manual labors. Without a sun to warm the surface of the Hollow wastelands there were many numbers of things to do, just so a society like Anubis could be maintained. One of those things was a cheap, if not free, general workforce that kept the rest of the city moving. That way everyone one on top could sit back, and watch the world they were trying to carve out of the darkness. Several months ago though, Claw broke away from one of the surrounding work camps. The cruel nature of this realm, and it’s constant dark background finally starting to affect his mind. What was once a well-mannered merchant’s son has begun the downward spiral of a rabid dog. Once he was finally free from his chains with weapon in hand, Claw has started the fight for his own freedom.
Rp Sample: Darkness laid in every direction, without even the sign of a moon in the skies above. It had always been a dismal sight. However, the lack of a star to light up the world wasn’t what was consuming Claw’s mind currently, no. It was the deep hunger that lay in the bellies of all humans, a never ending need to feed. The former-slave was literally starving, and the signs of it had become even more obvious in the past few days. If one were to be keeping count, at least four had gone by without a single morsel to fill his gullet. By now young Claw was already becoming irrational in thought, and starting to function on his baser instincts. At the moment, he was tracking a small group that was escorting a cart out of the heart of the city, and back into Anubis’ outskirts.
The pale human was trailing several hundred yards behind the group, and adorning his usual dark clothing. He stalked the wagon like a shark in blood stained waters with his weapon already drawn. Claw didn’t know the identity of these men, nor did it matter. These shipments through the open desert were what kept most of the outposts alive in Dim Hollow, and subsequently… they sustained people like him. Who stole from them. With both hands on his sword’s hilt, and his body crouched slightly Claw began his approach. Silently the albino crept closer until he was finally within striking distance of the group’s rear guard.
From what he could make out in the darkness, these men were heavily armored.. and probably trained even more heavily. A direct confrontation wouldn’t end well for Claw at all. Instead, the small framed slave used the natural camoflauge of this land to get right behind the man. In one swift motion the human swung his sword over the guard’s neck, and it was over before he could even cry out. Still though, his body hit the ground with a loud thump. Thus alerting the other men. It didn’t take long for chaos to break out in the shadows.
[“Our rear has fallen!”]
[“Weapons drawn!! Don’t let the cart fall”]
[“Moving there now,”]
Claw could hear the chatter of the other cart’s guards, and their footsteps approaching. On instinct, the albino dropped himself down along with the body who’d already fallen. When the rest of the crew lit up the scene with their artificial lighting, they were greeted by a gruesome sight. Both the dead guard, and Claw were literally doused in blood.. both laying motionless.
[“Oi, look at this,”] One of them spoke up, [“They went, and offed each other out here in the dark!”]
[“Drag em’ both up to the cart then… We’ll take their bodies back to Anubis for the report.”]
Almost immediately Claw had to fight to hold his composure. He was giving the ruse that he’d died, and their dragging him inside with the other supplies? They might as well have been handing over those rations to him! It only took a few minutes for the two lower ranked men to toss the blood-soaked pair inside the shaded wagon with everything else. Then the group re-sealed the cart, and once again began to trudge through the dim desert. Now that Claw was laying among the dried food meant for soldiers, he could hardly contain himself. Even though it meant practically drowning in the blood that once kept another a live, it didn’t matter. The translucent human wasn’t wasting anymore time either, before a minute had even passed he was digging his dirty fingers right into anything he could get a hold of. His starved body practically cried out in relief as he filled his previously empty belly, and laid back against the trashed goods that were now underneath him. Now it was just a matter of escaping without anymore prying eyes.
Theme song: Blacken the Cursed Sun - Lamb of God
