Post by Blazen on Mar 20, 2010 19:12:26 GMT -5
Name: Ventrix Gwallgof
Alias: Muderder Nebun
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Nationality: Newdam
Appearance: Ventrix is a tall man. He stands 6'9'' and weighs 285 pounds of bulked muscle. Ventrix's skin is dark, like a white man who stood out in the sun for far too long. His build is bulky, almost like a weight lifter with perhaps a hint of steroids. Along his arms and legs are several scars from battle. Most of them are small and nearly gone, however there are a few that stick out well. On his forehead is a scar that runs along the top of his left eye brow, from a dagger. Another scar is a small but deep slit in the shape of a cross on his right shoulder, from an arrow. The last most distinctive set of scars are on his left wrist, on the outside of his arm. They're three long nail cuts from a woman who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Ventrix has a box head. He has a stone jaw, in a perfect square. He has long brown hair that covers his face down to his mouth, and reaches down the back of his neck down to his shoulders. Ventrix's eyes are small and dark brown. His nose's bridge is rather tall, but otherwise his nose is rather small and short.
Ventrix's clothing contains mostly dark, black and bulky clothes. He often wears a black trench coat with a black shirt underneath. His bottoms are a pair of brown cargo pants with black combat books. On his back is always a large sheath of his large zweihander. The sheath is dark leather brown with a strap that comes over his left shoulder, torso, then under his right arm. The buckle is crimson.
Personality: Cold-hearted, blood thirsty, relentlessly, brutally, mindlessly, insane. Ventrix has absolutely no value for life, be it animal or human, warrior or mother, adult or child, all are slain by this deranged man. Ventrix does not even care about his own well being, every drop of blood that is spilt in his presence enhances the thrill he gets from the kill. His mind is so twisted however that Ventrix hardly remembers he bleeds, that he's even human. Ventrix does not have the set mind in order to cut himself just a little bit if he wants some blood, it never crosses his mind, and he never realizes when his own blood runs down his arm. Ventrix simply lives for the thrill of the kill. Nothing more or nothing less. There is nothing left inside this shell of a man but a monster, a monster who has heard too many things from too many people too often.
He just wants to kill and he just wants all the noises to stop.
Possessions: Mind Cleaver: Ventrix's own zweihander. The name was not his own idea, but it came from the locals. The hilt of the sword is jet black with no special design other than to be comfortable in the hands of the user. On the butt of the hilt, however, is a ruby embedded in the hilt. The ruby is the only thing around Ventrix that keeps any kind of sane beauty.
Special Abilities: Extreme pain resistance: Because of how blindly insane Ventrix constantly is, he often forgets about his own well being, and in the heat of battle it's almost like he leaves his own body. Ventrix simply steps back and watches as his hands move around Mind Cleaver with murderous grace, slaughtering anything that gets his attention. Only with severe gashes, special magic, or any other kinds of extreme injury brings Ventrix back to his instinct of survival.
Mind Reading: Ventrix has the ability to read minds, however he simply cannot control who's mind he reads, when he reads, how loud he reads, and how long. He is simply unable to shut up the voices in his head that comes from the noisy minds of others. To try and pin point one person's thoughts in the sea of the others is like trying to listen to someone whisper across a full and noisy mall on Black Friday. It simply can't be done, thus leaving his ability useless other than fueling his insane will to kill.
History: Ventrix grew up in Newdam, and that's all he remembers of the years before the witch.
The witch encounter is what he remembers the most, when he can. Ventrix was a greedy man, but at the same time, wasn't good with people. He needed help to get into their heads so he could get what he wanted. Ventrix took some classes in social activities, but he couldn't handle the high pressure tests. He tried do spells that calmed him down, but instead this sent him to the hospital. He relaxed his heart to the point where it nearly stopped beating. Things were getting tight. He needed help, and needed it now.
Ventrix began wandering around in the woods one day, cursing at himself and praying for a miracle.
"I'd give anything, anything to…read minds or something!" He said aloud.
"Read minds you say?" Said an old voice from the darkness of the trees. It was followed by a dark cackle.
"Who's there?" Ventrix responded defensively.
"My, my, no manners for a poor old woman?" And just that emerged from the trees. An old woman with long white hair and cloths that covered her from head to toe.
"Oh I'm sorry…I'm not used to be people…I mean I'm not much of a people person…" Ventrix mumbled.
"Yes, I see. But reading minds will help…and so can I." She said with another cackle.
"Really?"
"Yes, yes, my dear. But…I'm afraid I would need some gold in return."
"Yeah, yeah! Of course!" Ventrix did not hesitate to pull out his pouch of coins. "Just help me!"
"Of course." She took the coins and placed her finger on his head, there was a moment of silence. "Relax…and…done!"
"What, just like that?" He then looked down and saw a small smudge on his shirt. How'd he know it was there? Because you read my mind, my dear. He heard her voice in his head.
"I did…"
"Yes, now go and make your fortune!" The witch cackled and before Ventrix knew it, she was gone.
Only a week passed and Ventrix already tried his luck in Minervum. However, as soon as he entered the city. Something happened…noise…so much noise. He was reading his mind, her mind, their mind, his own mind, the child's mind, the dog's mind, the whore's mind, the barber's, the butcher's, the mayor's, even the coach who had dropped him off only a few minutes ago. He started to scream, screaming for it all to stop, for everyone to be quiet. Ventrix's world went dark quickly…then a river of red flowed from his hands and there was quiet once again…at least for a little while.
Miscellaneous: Theme: Perfect Insanity ~ Disturbed
Alias: Muderder Nebun
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Nationality: Newdam
Appearance: Ventrix is a tall man. He stands 6'9'' and weighs 285 pounds of bulked muscle. Ventrix's skin is dark, like a white man who stood out in the sun for far too long. His build is bulky, almost like a weight lifter with perhaps a hint of steroids. Along his arms and legs are several scars from battle. Most of them are small and nearly gone, however there are a few that stick out well. On his forehead is a scar that runs along the top of his left eye brow, from a dagger. Another scar is a small but deep slit in the shape of a cross on his right shoulder, from an arrow. The last most distinctive set of scars are on his left wrist, on the outside of his arm. They're three long nail cuts from a woman who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Ventrix has a box head. He has a stone jaw, in a perfect square. He has long brown hair that covers his face down to his mouth, and reaches down the back of his neck down to his shoulders. Ventrix's eyes are small and dark brown. His nose's bridge is rather tall, but otherwise his nose is rather small and short.
Ventrix's clothing contains mostly dark, black and bulky clothes. He often wears a black trench coat with a black shirt underneath. His bottoms are a pair of brown cargo pants with black combat books. On his back is always a large sheath of his large zweihander. The sheath is dark leather brown with a strap that comes over his left shoulder, torso, then under his right arm. The buckle is crimson.
Personality: Cold-hearted, blood thirsty, relentlessly, brutally, mindlessly, insane. Ventrix has absolutely no value for life, be it animal or human, warrior or mother, adult or child, all are slain by this deranged man. Ventrix does not even care about his own well being, every drop of blood that is spilt in his presence enhances the thrill he gets from the kill. His mind is so twisted however that Ventrix hardly remembers he bleeds, that he's even human. Ventrix does not have the set mind in order to cut himself just a little bit if he wants some blood, it never crosses his mind, and he never realizes when his own blood runs down his arm. Ventrix simply lives for the thrill of the kill. Nothing more or nothing less. There is nothing left inside this shell of a man but a monster, a monster who has heard too many things from too many people too often.
He just wants to kill and he just wants all the noises to stop.
Possessions: Mind Cleaver: Ventrix's own zweihander. The name was not his own idea, but it came from the locals. The hilt of the sword is jet black with no special design other than to be comfortable in the hands of the user. On the butt of the hilt, however, is a ruby embedded in the hilt. The ruby is the only thing around Ventrix that keeps any kind of sane beauty.
Special Abilities: Extreme pain resistance: Because of how blindly insane Ventrix constantly is, he often forgets about his own well being, and in the heat of battle it's almost like he leaves his own body. Ventrix simply steps back and watches as his hands move around Mind Cleaver with murderous grace, slaughtering anything that gets his attention. Only with severe gashes, special magic, or any other kinds of extreme injury brings Ventrix back to his instinct of survival.
Mind Reading: Ventrix has the ability to read minds, however he simply cannot control who's mind he reads, when he reads, how loud he reads, and how long. He is simply unable to shut up the voices in his head that comes from the noisy minds of others. To try and pin point one person's thoughts in the sea of the others is like trying to listen to someone whisper across a full and noisy mall on Black Friday. It simply can't be done, thus leaving his ability useless other than fueling his insane will to kill.
History: Ventrix grew up in Newdam, and that's all he remembers of the years before the witch.
The witch encounter is what he remembers the most, when he can. Ventrix was a greedy man, but at the same time, wasn't good with people. He needed help to get into their heads so he could get what he wanted. Ventrix took some classes in social activities, but he couldn't handle the high pressure tests. He tried do spells that calmed him down, but instead this sent him to the hospital. He relaxed his heart to the point where it nearly stopped beating. Things were getting tight. He needed help, and needed it now.
Ventrix began wandering around in the woods one day, cursing at himself and praying for a miracle.
"I'd give anything, anything to…read minds or something!" He said aloud.
"Read minds you say?" Said an old voice from the darkness of the trees. It was followed by a dark cackle.
"Who's there?" Ventrix responded defensively.
"My, my, no manners for a poor old woman?" And just that emerged from the trees. An old woman with long white hair and cloths that covered her from head to toe.
"Oh I'm sorry…I'm not used to be people…I mean I'm not much of a people person…" Ventrix mumbled.
"Yes, I see. But reading minds will help…and so can I." She said with another cackle.
"Really?"
"Yes, yes, my dear. But…I'm afraid I would need some gold in return."
"Yeah, yeah! Of course!" Ventrix did not hesitate to pull out his pouch of coins. "Just help me!"
"Of course." She took the coins and placed her finger on his head, there was a moment of silence. "Relax…and…done!"
"What, just like that?" He then looked down and saw a small smudge on his shirt. How'd he know it was there? Because you read my mind, my dear. He heard her voice in his head.
"I did…"
"Yes, now go and make your fortune!" The witch cackled and before Ventrix knew it, she was gone.
Only a week passed and Ventrix already tried his luck in Minervum. However, as soon as he entered the city. Something happened…noise…so much noise. He was reading his mind, her mind, their mind, his own mind, the child's mind, the dog's mind, the whore's mind, the barber's, the butcher's, the mayor's, even the coach who had dropped him off only a few minutes ago. He started to scream, screaming for it all to stop, for everyone to be quiet. Ventrix's world went dark quickly…then a river of red flowed from his hands and there was quiet once again…at least for a little while.
Miscellaneous: Theme: Perfect Insanity ~ Disturbed
