Post by nerx on Apr 10, 2015 6:57:33 GMT
“I see you happen, I see you end"
Name - Oligos
Age: 1600
Allies: The bodies that fill his storage
Gender: Extranormal
Height: 7,7
weight: 12,000
Hair color: Extranormal
Eye color: Extranormal
Alignment Chaotic Neutral, its only chaos before death
Origin of power: Extranormal
Appearance
Gangly stilt tall thing that is creeping behind the tree. Hollow eyes that are filled with the new eyes of every new drink. Grating noise from space between teeth. Knife long finger digging deep inside meat.
Personality - curious feller, can be found wandering alone at night where nobody is around to record him.
Powers - Extranormal, is he a demon? is it a mutant? is it even real?
Speed - subsonic, he is the figure that shows after the roar of night's thunder
Agility - tumbleweed, you will get entangled if you foolishly decide to grapple
Strength - excavator, long arms to shovel up the bodies
Durability - streetcar, the carriage to another place
Reactions - femtograph, he can see but he cannot catch it is part of the curse
Range - as long as his ‘eye’ can perceive his hand reaching over to grab something
Omnibibous - within the resonable range of a gulp anything that makes contact with the mouth, whether they be the atmosphere or someone's daydreams they can be drunk. It is its primary method of refreshment. When he gets his hand on an opponent in CQC this is his primary reaction, in particular he loves to start with the stomach area. Targeting is unnecessary, for he can drink even the darkness of the night sky.
Wine Glass - large enough to fit a yak, and he swings it like a cudgel against morsels. It has a unique property of liquefaction, which can be 'resisted' by strong wills but the victim must remain immobile to stave off the effects. It is a slow melt but accumulated hits will accelerate it, it starts as Ice Cubes in room temperature to snowflake in hot summer day. Things caught inside will gradually weaken once they go out, like 35 years of polio on a normal human and the way to cure it is to return into the glass.
Soup Spoon -
Weakness/Mesmer - the natural cry of a rooster would render during daybreak would banish him from the area, his howling noise however would directly attack the sanity of those that are capable of hearing them or transmitting sound. The closest way to describe the sound to human sense is a constant droning sound of TV static coupled with scraping a blackboard and broken glass.
Weakness/Plane - he can be caught by a dream catcher and burnt at the sun, for him to return a month later. He has to be inside the mind of the victim first. Oligos can enter the ‘inner world’ of the victim by opening a door of the daydream or the night time.
Weakness/Defense - to do actual damage one must imbibe half a glass of water, before doing so calling it 'empty' or 'full'. For ever other encounter after making the decision they must always make the same. Failure to drink will result in offensive measures brushing off as if they were mere illusions. Methods can be found in mythology.
Weakness/Revival- doing 75% damage is enough to make it reverse into the far reaches of the mind, causing it to vanish until seven nights after. Then it will return in full condition.
*Can be summoned by drinking a beer bottle of children's blood
*Entering its mind/soul would put the explorer in a position of a naked babe drowned inside a sea of broken glass where the wounds will manifest into waking reality
History
Long ago there is an aristocrat that enjoyed his wine, then he was betrayed over the issue of land ownership by a most trusted vassal. He was locked up deep inside a dungeon without light, the man was set to be starved to death. Eating away at the flesh of rats he found no comfort, but it changed when he began to drank sweat, urine, blood and other liquids. It continued for a week where he slashed his wrist and drank his own as he had exhausted other sources. Before his eyes rolled to the back of his head he heard a voice. It was the sound of a thousand buzzing wings, sloshing tentacles, and the crumble of walls around him. The blood from his eyes made it clearer, and his body became light as the same blood flowed from every orifice on his body. He was met with a most unusual being. The closest way to describe it would be a mixture of rubix's design, MC escher's staircase, rube goldberg's design that is melded with a touch of Giger.
A pact is made, wounds made into document on his flesh signed by rat bone on his stomach and followed by floating claw. As an aristocrat he know the ins and outs of the contractual woes, he took it to himself to never be betrayed again. It made him strange, it made him new but most importantly it made him thirst. The libertine indulged himself on the first morsel, the other signatory. He became rubix design; He become MC escher’s staircase; He become Rune Goldberg design; He became a touch of Giger.
The madman began to force himself to the shape closest to its previous form, and thus it came out as. Nasty.
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