4. Personality: Sandrath is a complicated being, having once been 'good' for the majority of his life until he was exposed to 'demon blood'. This liquid changed him slightly at first, but when he consumed more, it influenced darker thoughts, emotions, and insanity. It's hard to say if he keeps a check on these evolved thoughts and feelings or let's them run rampant intentionally. When Sandrath takes the form of another, he will act accordingly to avoid detection, until he eventually becomes bored with playing the role and starts messing around.
He doesn't feel any guilt due to his mentor eradicating it after the event involving Cathrin, so he has no qualms about fighting or torturing other 'angels', 'demons' or anything else that gets in his way. He's not the kind of person to be easily intimidated by others. Of course, saying that, he tends to be ready for a fight due to being persistent about certain topics, which can cause brawls with other men or women. During those times he can be rather reckless, which just heightens his sadomasochistic tendencies. There has been the odd case when he has let some go, by either proving themselves to be a good fighter or perking an interest from the fallen arch-angel. If interest is the case, it would be the best to stay away because he'll be rather 'affectionate' with his words and actions, sometimes involving a possessive streak.
When not picking fights, Sandrath is very sociable and does enjoy being in the company of others. He may appear friendly and offer assistance to strangers with some form of a smile on his face, but in the end, he's only doing it to benefit himself. Most of the time he lies about things, to the point where he contridicts himself or becomes labeled as a hyprocrite. There are moments where he'll bluntly state the truth. It is possible for remnants of his old angelic self to resurface from time to time, refusing to be smothered. This in turn causes some internal conflict for Sandrath. It's something he hates dealing with and if someone mentions the switch, there's a good chance that he may become hostile and nasty.
Regarding love and commitment, Sandrath tends to fall under the lustful and disloyal category. He tends to over-step boundaries and invades personal space with strangers or acquaintances and doesn't care if his actions lead him to getting attacked. He is rather promiscuous and rarely stays with the same partner for more than a week, unless there is something that he finds interesting about them. He has no issues sleeping with either gender or any species.
He doesn't like staying a in one place for a long time due to his reputation of gaining more enemies than friends, but can adapt well to his surroundings. He hates when people see him when he's vulnerable. This tends to happen when his body is 'filtering' and his main priority is to get somewhere safe, rejecting any kind of companionship or assistance.
5. Previous Game Developments: This will be Sandrath's first time in a game.
6. Appearance: With his current vessel, a male human; Sandrath stands at 6'2" and average in build. He considers himself rather handsome, with lightly tanned skin that contains no sign of ever being marked. He is clean shaven, has a head full of medium but still short black hair, and dark eyes that change to a lighter color at times or switch completely black on whim. He moves with a confident air about himself with the odd hint of cockiness and gracefulness, but tends to be lax when he's not keeping his guard up. His attire mainly composes of dark clothing, elegant but simple; especially when he's caught up in a fight. He's not one for layers, but if the weather is frightful, he will wear a coat or jacket along with a scarf just to appear human.
If someone manages to strip away skin, muscle and bone or remove a limb from Sandrath's 'meat-suit', his essence will be visible and fill in the missing pieces until he tends to his container. This form is featureless and mostly black, but flickers of white appear every now and then.
When Sandrath takes the form of his previous vessel, Finnagin; he stands at 5'10" with a head full of semi-long dark brown hair, some stubble, is average in build and his eyes are completely black. As for his female form, she stands at 5'6" with wavy brown hair that reaches down to her shoulders, a curvy figure and blue eyes. Lastly, his feline form is an ordinary sized male household cat with black fur and yellow eyes.
7. Abilities: Since Sandrath isn't human, he doesn't require food or sleep, but that won't stop him from enjoying a meal once in a while or pretend to be sleeping. He can carry a grown man with ease, unless they put up a struggle.
He is immune to majority of diseases, although if he is exposed to any new viruses or ingests any non-human blood, his body has a reaction to it. This causes dark veins cover his skin, his eyes to be stuck in their black state, along with his coordination and balance to be 'shot'. During this time period, he is rather vulnerable, unable to use any of his abilities as his body 'filters' and it takes a few hours before he returns to normal.
Sandrath has the ability to learn supernatural skills through a visual demonstration, but once he started to indulge in 'demon blood' this skill changed. He can only obtain new abilities by drinking the blood of others. This ability will be disabled for the game.
Surprisingly, he does have some skill with carpentry and blacksmithing, but it is rarely used.
When a person is within ten feet of Sandrath, he can sense their presence and judge whether they're an 'angel', a 'demon', a human, an animal or something else entirely. However, in order to do this, his eyes must switch to their black, 'demonic' state. He has a natural resistance to what would be considered 'light' or 'holy' based magic or abilities, but it will cause some slight discomfort and some pain.
He knows how to create and use sigils, either carved out of flesh, made of blood or composed of magic, but without any power he can not activate them. This can range from summoning to preventing other entities from entering a body to slowly killing a person when he's not present. This ability will be disabled for the game.
He can conjure a flame by snapping his fingers, although it might take him a few attempts to get the fire started. He'll use it to light various objects ablaze or even cauterizing a wound on someone else if needed, but the power on this will be greatly reduced. His healing ability can repair most damage on a person fairly quickly, leaving no trace of injury ever being there; but there is a tingling and burning sensation when he uses it. This ability won't put a strain of Sandrath unless he's forced to use it several times over the course of two hours, which slows the process down and targets more minor wounds opposed to major. He can create a barrier to deflect projectiles and some magic attacks, but it can only take a few hits or be up for a limited amount of time before it fades.
He has the ability of shadow mimicry, which allows him to meld with his own shadow or one around him to teleport to other places. He tends to hide in other people's shadows for the hell of it and be an annoyance. The process of him merging with a shadow will take a bit longer in the Keep and will drain him a bit if used constantly. This ability can not be used on staff of the Keep.
He knows some hand-to-hand combat, but has become rusty over the years. He is also able to create weapons to use at his disposal, they 'forge' out of flame before appearing as the weapon. He prefers using throwing knives, a glove with long nails that can merge together and become a lance / pole-arm or reverse if need be. Arriving in the Keep will render the weapons to a dull state and most likely break if used too much.
Since Sandrath is in a body of his own, he will not be able to take possession of another or be able to communicate via telepathy.
Lastly, he has the ability to shape shift. He can take form as either his previous vessel: Finnagin, a female or a black household cat. When reverting back to normal after being a cat will leave him with ears and tail of said feline before eventually disappearing after a bit of time passes. This ability will be effected, causing Sandrath to be unable to shift his form for four hours.
8. Languages: English & Common.
9. Items: The clothes on his back, a pack of cigarettes, a hotel key, a black scarf, and a wallet with a hidden compartment containing several coins made of various metals.
11. Writing sample - Third Person Prose: The night had been a glorious one and Sandrath had been indulging himself in various delights for a sinful arch-angel like himself. Although the evening would have been complete if he could have got his hands on Artimus once more, to torment and mess with. Upon exiting a local pub and deciding to take a stroll down a back alley, with a grin on his face, it didn't take long for him to come across a scene of someone being mugged. If something wasn't done, it could evolve in to something terrifying for the victim; not like Sandrath cared what would happen.
There was a shriek for help from the woman and the two thugs stared at him, armed with knives. One of the thugs snarled a threat about killing the woman in his grasp and the other attempted to insult him. How pathetic, they were just asking to be killed.
"Now, now, that's not exactly how to get on her good side. I should know," he informed, making a small hand gesture to himself as the color in his eyes was devoured by darkness. "So, which one of you wants to go see Lucifer first?"
As Sandrath took a step closer, he could tell that the victim and the thug who wasn't holding the girl were human and the other was a demon. An amused but devious grin took to his lips as his favourite weapon started to take form on his hand, a glove with long nails that scrapped the cement as he walked. It didn't take long for the human low-life to charge at him, his foolishness earned him a quick and bloody death. Prying his claws from the body they were currently embedded in, he casually let the corpse fall and stepped over it like it was nothing before moving closer to the remaining criminal, wiping blood from his face with his good hand. By now, the demon in disguise realized what he was dealing with and released the hostage before turning to flee.
"Running already? But we hardly got started!" Sandrath called after him, sounding hurt but if anything was further enthralled by the chase.
Moving to pass the woman who had fallen after being released, the arch-angel paused to reach down and pull her to her feet with his free hand. He tilted his head to look her over, gauging something before pulling her close and locking lips. It took her a moment to notice what was going on and promptly slapped her 'saviour'. Sandrath chuckled slightly as she fled from him, rubbing his cheek and licking his lips, a devious grin still on his face. He knew that she was probably thinking he was no better than those two thugs who could have killed her; that aside, he returned his attention and headed towards where the second criminal had ran off to.
The second thug found himself in a dead-end. Hearing the sound of Sandrath's footsteps approaching caused him to turn around, snarling and sneering at Sandrath as it revealed its true form. Sandrath let out a low whistle, impressed by the appearance, but he could sense that the demon wasn't terribly powerful.
"What do those humans say?" He asked randomly, not expecting a reply as his weapon switched to throwing daggers. "To not judge a book by its cover but the contents inside? So, let's see what's in there."
Not even ten minutes later, the demon was defeated and Sandrath was standing victorious over the corpse. Temptation nagged at his brain to have a drink of the liquid that was draining from the open wounds, but he was ripped away when noticed that another was heading towards him. He knew that strange mix of angel and demon.
"I saved you the trouble and killed your supper for you." Sandrath chuckled, kicking the body a little with his foot. "That is if I'm wrong about you no longer needing your fix of blood."
There was no response from the man as he approached, eyes wild from withdrawal as he glanced to the body on the ground before Sandrath. The fallen arch-angel already knew that this hybrid was more interested in him than the dead demon and was set on engaging in another round of combat.
"You still haven't found your voice, have you?" He asked, taunting slightly as his weapon switched back to the glove with the claw and took a few steps back, watching his new opponent intently. "This one-way relationship isn't going to get us anywhere. I need my answers and you can't seem to provide them."
Of course, talking to this mute man was pointless as he caught a shimmer of a blade being drawn from the hybrid, inching closer than before. The first strike was made from the enemy, blocked by the claws that caught the knife between its nails, but that didn't stop the other from using his strength to push and pin Sandrath against the wall, forcing his arm in to an uncomfortable arm lock. The pain was a welcome sensation as it traveled up his spine, causing him to utter a small noise of appreciation before grinning up at the taller man's face.
"You know..." He started, taking a moment to glance the other over before darting those dark eyes back up. "I could really help with all that tension that's in your body."
He moved one his legs to make a suggestive gesture but was stopped quickly by being kneed in the stomach and a blade pressed to his throat, its tip inching closer to the jugular. But Sandrath wasn't going to allow this fraken-angel to get a drop of his blood and temporarily steal his abilities away. He started to sink in to the shadow against the wall, escaping the grasp of his opponent. The reaction from the addict was amusing: a mix of fury and anguish at the same time, as he slipped away and up on to the roof of a near-by building.
He was safe for now, until he encountered the other again at a later date.
12. Writing sample - First Person Prose: This form is actually not too different from my first vessel, Conleth or whatever it was. He seemed rather innocent and hopeful at first. ...Anyway, together we had our first experience of war. You can expect the typical: explosions, gunshots, blood everywhere with people yelling or screaming. Back then, it was terrifying to witness so much death in front of your eyes. But, taking in the scenery could get you killed or land you in the arms of the enemy.
I tried my best to be a good guardian as they tortured me, but he wanted to take part of that burden when I was starting to fall weak. He ignored my warnings and well, let's just say that his appearance was greeted with agony. Those features of his had been mangled by various objects.
It's hard to say what exactly broke him, but he didn't have to linger out there for long. He was returned to 'safety' and I was forced to take more pain. Until we were rescued by another group and left to recover by ourselves in a safe-house.
So, I guess this body has some sentimental value after-all.
13. Tattoo: Right hipbone
14. Room Preference: By Zachariah or Kloe if possible?
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When a person is within ten feet of Sandrath, he can sense their presence and judge whether they're an 'angel', a 'demon', a human, an animal or something else entirely. However, in order to do this, his eyes must switch to their black, 'demonic' state. Using this ability at the Keep will tell him if the person is human or not.
He can conjure a flame by snapping his fingers, although it might take him a few attempts to get the fire started. He'll use it to light various objects ablaze or even cauterizing a wound on someone else if needed, but the power on this will be greatly reduced upon arrival at the Keep. He will not be able to cauterize or burn anyone with it, but can produce a little bit of heat.
His healing ability can repair most damage on a person fairly quickly, leaving no trace of injury ever being there; but there is a tingling and burning sensation when he uses it. This ability won't put a strain of Sandrath unless he's forced to use it several times over the course of two hours, which slows the process down and targets more minor wounds opposed to major. At the Keep, this ability will put a greater strain on him and after the first use, will be aimed towards minor wounds.
He can create a barrier to deflect projectiles and some magic attacks, but it can only take five hits or be up for twenty minutes before it fades.
He has the ability of shadow mimicry, which allows him to meld with his own shadow or one around him to move to other places. He tends to hide in other people's shadows for the hell of it and be an annoyance. The process of him merging with a shadow will take a bit longer in the Keep and will drain him a bit if used constantly. This ability will be timed for thirty minutes and can not be used on staff of the Keep or restricted areas.
He knows some hand-to-hand combat, but has become rusty over the years. He is also able to create weapons to use at his disposal, they 'forge' out of flame before appearing as the weapon. He prefers using throwing knives, a glove with long nails that can merge together and become a lance / pole-arm or reverse if need be. Arriving in the Keep will render the weapons to a dull and brittle state.
Lastly, he has the ability to shape shift. He can take form as either his previous vessel: Finnagin, a female or a black household cat. When reverting back to normal after being a cat will leave him with ears and tail of said feline before eventually disappearing after a bit of time passes. This ability will be effected when Sandrath takes the form of another, he will be unable to shift to another form for four hours. If he ignores the limit, he'll be unable to shape shift for twelve hours.
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Sandrath is a complicated being, having once been 'good' for the majority of his life until he was exposed to 'demon blood'. This liquid changed him slightly at first, but when he consumed more, it influenced darker thoughts, emotions, and insanity. It's hard to say if he keeps a check on these evolved thoughts and feelings or let's them run rampant intentionally. When Sandrath takes the form of another, he will act accordingly to avoid detection, until he eventually becomes bored with playing the role and starts messing around.
He doesn't feel any guilt due to his mentor eradicating it after the event involving Cathrin, so he has no qualms about fighting or torturing other 'angels', 'demons' or anything else that gets in his way. He's not the kind of person to be easily intimidated by others. Of course, saying that, he tends to be ready for a fight due to being persistent about certain topics, which can cause brawls with other men or women. During those times he can be rather reckless, which just heightens his sadomasochistic tendencies. There has been the odd case when he has let some go, by either proving themselves to be a good fighter or perking an interest from the fallen arch-angel. If interest is the case, it would be the best to stay away because he'll be rather 'affectionate' with his words and actions, sometimes involving a possessive streak.
When not picking fights, Sandrath is very sociable and does enjoy being in the company of others. He may appear friendly and offer assistance to strangers with some form of a smile on his face, but in the end, he's only doing it to benefit himself. Most of the time he lies about things, to the point where he contridicts himself or becomes labeled as a hyprocrite. There are moments where he'll bluntly state the truth. It is possible for remnants of his old angelic self to resurface from time to time, refusing to be smothered. This in turn causes some internal conflict for Sandrath. It's something he hates dealing with and if someone mentions the switch, there's a good chance that he may become hostile and nasty.
Regarding love and commitment, Sandrath tends to fall under the lustful and disloyal category. He tends to over-step boundaries and invades personal space with strangers or acquaintances and doesn't care if his actions lead him to getting attacked. He is rather promiscuous and rarely stays with the same partner for more than a week, unless there is something that he finds interesting about them. He has no issues sleeping with either gender or any species.
He doesn't like staying a in one place for a long time due to his reputation of gaining more enemies than friends, but can adapt well to his surroundings. He hates when people see him when he's vulnerable. This tends to happen when his body is 'filtering' and his main priority is to get somewhere safe, rejecting any kind of companionship or assistance.
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6. Appearance:
With his current vessel, a male human; Sandrath stands at 6'2" and average in build. He considers himself rather handsome, with lightly tanned skin that contains no sign of ever being marked. He is clean shaven, has a head full of medium but still short black hair, and dark eyes that change to a lighter color at times or switch completely black on whim. He moves with a confident air about himself with the odd hint of cockiness and gracefulness, but tends to be lax when he's not keeping his guard up. His attire mainly composes of dark clothing, elegant but simple; especially when he's caught up in a fight. He's not one for layers, but if the weather is frightful, he will wear a coat or jacket along with a scarf just to appear human.
If someone manages to strip away skin, muscle and bone or remove a limb from Sandrath's 'meat-suit', his essence will be visible and fill in the missing pieces until he tends to his container. This form is featureless and mostly black, but flickers of white appear every now and then.
When Sandrath takes the form of his previous vessel, Finnagin; he stands at 5'10" with a head full of semi-long dark brown hair, some stubble, is average in build and his eyes are completely black. As for his female form, she stands at 5'6" with wavy brown hair that reaches down to her shoulders, a curvy figure and blue eyes. Lastly, his feline form is an ordinary sized male household cat with black fur and yellow eyes.
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Since Sandrath isn't human, he doesn't require food or sleep, but that won't stop him from enjoying a meal once in a while or pretend to be sleeping. He can carry a grown man with ease, unless they put up a struggle.
He is immune to majority of diseases, although if he is exposed to any new viruses or ingests any non-human blood, his body has a reaction to it. This causes dark veins cover his skin, his eyes to be stuck in their black state, along with his coordination and balance to be 'shot'. During this time period, he is rather vulnerable, unable to use any of his abilities as his body 'filters' and it takes a few hours before he returns to normal.
Sandrath has the ability to learn supernatural skills through a visual demonstration, but once he started to indulge in 'demon blood' this skill changed. He can only obtain new abilities by drinking the blood of others. This ability will be disabled for the game.
Surprisingly, he does have some skill with carpentry and blacksmithing, but it is rarely used.
When a person is within ten feet of Sandrath, he can sense their presence and judge whether they're an 'angel', a 'demon', a human, an animal or something else entirely. However, in order to do this, his eyes must switch to their black, 'demonic' state. He has a natural resistance to what would be considered 'light' or 'holy' based magic or abilities, but it will cause some slight discomfort and some pain.
He knows how to create and use sigils, either carved out of flesh, made of blood or composed of magic, but without any power he can not activate them. This can range from summoning to preventing other entities from entering a body to slowly killing a person when he's not present. This ability will be disabled for the game.
He can conjure a flame by snapping his fingers, although it might take him a few attempts to get the fire started. He'll use it to light various objects ablaze or even cauterizing a wound on someone else if needed, but the power on this will be greatly reduced. His healing ability can repair most damage on a person fairly quickly, leaving no trace of injury ever being there; but there is a tingling and burning sensation when he uses it. This ability won't put a strain of Sandrath unless he's forced to use it several times over the course of two hours, which slows the process down and targets more minor wounds opposed to major. He can create a barrier to deflect projectiles and some magic attacks, but it can only take a few hits or be up for a limited amount of time before it fades.
He has the ability of shadow mimicry, which allows him to meld with his own shadow or one around him to teleport to other places. He tends to hide in other people's shadows for the hell of it and be an annoyance. The process of him merging with a shadow will take a bit longer in the Keep and will drain him a bit if used constantly. This ability can not be used on staff of the Keep.
He knows some hand-to-hand combat, but has become rusty over the years. He is also able to create weapons to use at his disposal, they 'forge' out of flame before appearing as the weapon. He prefers using throwing knives, a glove with long nails that can merge together and become a lance / pole-arm or reverse if need be. Arriving in the Keep will render the weapons to a dull state and most likely break if used too much.
Since Sandrath is in a body of his own, he will not be able to take possession of another or be able to communicate via telepathy.
Lastly, he has the ability to shape shift. He can take form as either his previous vessel: Finnagin, a female or a black household cat. When reverting back to normal after being a cat will leave him with ears and tail of said feline before eventually disappearing after a bit of time passes. This ability will be effected, causing Sandrath to be unable to shift his form for four hours.
8. Languages: English & Common.
9. Items: The clothes on his back, a pack of cigarettes, a hotel key, a black scarf, and a wallet with a hidden compartment containing several coins made of various metals.
10. Weapons: Listed in Abilities.
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The night had been a glorious one and Sandrath had been indulging himself in various delights for a sinful arch-angel like himself. Although the evening would have been complete if he could have got his hands on Artimus once more, to torment and mess with. Upon exiting a local pub and deciding to take a stroll down a back alley, with a grin on his face, it didn't take long for him to come across a scene of someone being mugged. If something wasn't done, it could evolve in to something terrifying for the victim; not like Sandrath cared what would happen.
There was a shriek for help from the woman and the two thugs stared at him, armed with knives. One of the thugs snarled a threat about killing the woman in his grasp and the other attempted to insult him. How pathetic, they were just asking to be killed.
"Now, now, that's not exactly how to get on her good side. I should know," he informed, making a small hand gesture to himself as the color in his eyes was devoured by darkness. "So, which one of you wants to go see Lucifer first?"
As Sandrath took a step closer, he could tell that the victim and the thug who wasn't holding the girl were human and the other was a demon. An amused but devious grin took to his lips as his favourite weapon started to take form on his hand, a glove with long nails that scrapped the cement as he walked. It didn't take long for the human low-life to charge at him, his foolishness earned him a quick and bloody death. Prying his claws from the body they were currently embedded in, he casually let the corpse fall and stepped over it like it was nothing before moving closer to the remaining criminal, wiping blood from his face with his good hand. By now, the demon in disguise realized what he was dealing with and released the hostage before turning to flee.
"Running already? But we hardly got started!" Sandrath called after him, sounding hurt but if anything was further enthralled by the chase.
Moving to pass the woman who had fallen after being released, the arch-angel paused to reach down and pull her to her feet with his free hand. He tilted his head to look her over, gauging something before pulling her close and locking lips. It took her a moment to notice what was going on and promptly slapped her 'saviour'. Sandrath chuckled slightly as she fled from him, rubbing his cheek and licking his lips, a devious grin still on his face. He knew that she was probably thinking he was no better than those two thugs who could have killed her; that aside, he returned his attention and headed towards where the second criminal had ran off to.
The second thug found himself in a dead-end. Hearing the sound of Sandrath's footsteps approaching caused him to turn around, snarling and sneering at Sandrath as it revealed its true form. Sandrath let out a low whistle, impressed by the appearance, but he could sense that the demon wasn't terribly powerful.
"What do those humans say?" He asked randomly, not expecting a reply as his weapon switched to throwing daggers. "To not judge a book by its cover but the contents inside? So, let's see what's in there."
Not even ten minutes later, the demon was defeated and Sandrath was standing victorious over the corpse. Temptation nagged at his brain to have a drink of the liquid that was draining from the open wounds, but he was ripped away when noticed that another was heading towards him. He knew that strange mix of angel and demon.
"I saved you the trouble and killed your supper for you." Sandrath chuckled, kicking the body a little with his foot. "That is if I'm wrong about you no longer needing your fix of blood."
There was no response from the man as he approached, eyes wild from withdrawal as he glanced to the body on the ground before Sandrath. The fallen arch-angel already knew that this hybrid was more interested in him than the dead demon and was set on engaging in another round of combat.
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Of course, talking to this mute man was pointless as he caught a shimmer of a blade being drawn from the hybrid, inching closer than before. The first strike was made from the enemy, blocked by the claws that caught the knife between its nails, but that didn't stop the other from using his strength to push and pin Sandrath against the wall, forcing his arm in to an uncomfortable arm lock. The pain was a welcome sensation as it traveled up his spine, causing him to utter a small noise of appreciation before grinning up at the taller man's face.
"You know..." He started, taking a moment to glance the other over before darting those dark eyes back up. "I could really help with all that tension that's in your body."
He moved one his legs to make a suggestive gesture but was stopped quickly by being kneed in the stomach and a blade pressed to his throat, its tip inching closer to the jugular. But Sandrath wasn't going to allow this fraken-angel to get a drop of his blood and temporarily steal his abilities away. He started to sink in to the shadow against the wall, escaping the grasp of his opponent. The reaction from the addict was amusing: a mix of fury and anguish at the same time, as he slipped away and up on to the roof of a near-by building.
He was safe for now, until he encountered the other again at a later date.
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This form is actually not too different from my first vessel, Conleth or whatever it was. He seemed rather innocent and hopeful at first. ...Anyway, together we had our first experience of war. You can expect the typical: explosions, gunshots, blood everywhere with people yelling or screaming. Back then, it was terrifying to witness so much death in front of your eyes. But, taking in the scenery could get you killed or land you in the arms of the enemy.
I tried my best to be a good guardian as they tortured me, but he wanted to take part of that burden when I was starting to fall weak. He ignored my warnings and well, let's just say that his appearance was greeted with agony. Those features of his had been mangled by various objects.
It's hard to say what exactly broke him, but he didn't have to linger out there for long. He was returned to 'safety' and I was forced to take more pain. Until we were rescued by another group and left to recover by ourselves in a safe-house.
So, I guess this body has some sentimental value after-all.
13. Tattoo: Right hipbone
14. Room Preference: By Zachariah or Kloe if possible?
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He can conjure a flame by snapping his fingers, although it might take him a few attempts to get the fire started. He'll use it to light various objects ablaze or even cauterizing a wound on someone else if needed, but the power on this will be greatly reduced upon arrival at the Keep. He will not be able to cauterize or burn anyone with it, but can produce a little bit of heat.
His healing ability can repair most damage on a person fairly quickly, leaving no trace of injury ever being there; but there is a tingling and burning sensation when he uses it. This ability won't put a strain of Sandrath unless he's forced to use it several times over the course of two hours, which slows the process down and targets more minor wounds opposed to major. At the Keep, this ability will put a greater strain on him and after the first use, will be aimed towards minor wounds.
He can create a barrier to deflect projectiles and some magic attacks, but it can only take five hits or be up for twenty minutes before it fades.
He has the ability of shadow mimicry, which allows him to meld with his own shadow or one around him to move to other places. He tends to hide in other people's shadows for the hell of it and be an annoyance. The process of him merging with a shadow will take a bit longer in the Keep and will drain him a bit if used constantly. This ability will be timed for thirty minutes and can not be used on staff of the Keep or restricted areas.
He knows some hand-to-hand combat, but has become rusty over the years. He is also able to create weapons to use at his disposal, they 'forge' out of flame before appearing as the weapon. He prefers using throwing knives, a glove with long nails that can merge together and become a lance / pole-arm or reverse if need be. Arriving in the Keep will render the weapons to a dull and brittle state.
Lastly, he has the ability to shape shift. He can take form as either his previous vessel: Finnagin, a female or a black household cat. When reverting back to normal after being a cat will leave him with ears and tail of said feline before eventually disappearing after a bit of time passes. This ability will be effected when Sandrath takes the form of another, he will be unable to shift to another form for four hours. If he ignores the limit, he'll be unable to shape shift for twelve hours.
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