Leader of
TheDing_DongDitch.
Location : Something about a monstrocity getting out of control or something. Lost in deep space.
"There's a time for change and there's a time for solace. There's a part of everyone that hates all life and can't help but to feel resentment for those they love. It's all a matter of time, and when the time comes, you'll understand why I am the way I am."
Body: Athletic
Age: You gotta be fuc- Older than dirt. Appears to be 22.
Race: Caucasian
Height: 5'9
He has a young body, not too tall not too buff or such. Under his shirt he's carved if that helps. He can look clean shaven, no blemishes or divots mucking up his look or he can look like he hasn't slept in months, addicted to drugs and his scars sometimes show. Only two reoccur, both small but they are above and next to his left eyebrow.
He typically has flat and grey eyes, sometimes pale blue.
Short brown hair, lazily shaven facial hair.
Most of the time he is pale, hardly any tan at all apart from his face and forearms.
If you do see him shirtless or short sleeved: He has a lot of tattoos, most satanic in nature, but merely mocking satanism and Satan himself. There are company tattoos as well, those who have proven to be worth it in the war he constantly fights get a nice space for their logo. No facial or hand tattoos, you'll never see his legs.
He looks like he's living, but he's not. He's died many times, sometimes heroic other times he deserved it. He figured out his immortality from an accident long ago. He was knocked off a cliff somewhere in his third visit to Earth, around 434 B.C. Yes, he's old as hell. Though most of his eons have been spent in alternate dimensions. Time is a strange thing. He found that he came back to life from a mistake, him. He was never meant to exist, ever. He is a huge mistake that cannot be erased from the realm of the living, only able to visit the dead. He wants a true and final death more than anything, but all his deaths lead him back or close to his perish.
Typical Attire: a black climber's parka, tight fitting and comfortable.
Faded blue jeans, baggy and right leg is tapped around the knee with just as wrecked duct tape.
Worn and torn steel toed boots and occasionally a black baseball hat.
Also sporting a lazy beard. Just not shaving and never getting any longer than 1/8 of an inch.
Impersonator: Police: Riot officer, if he is doing his impersonation for a police related crime, he's going big.
He has many guises, even forms, though he is always a physical being somewhere in the area, he is casting a physical familiar when doing so. Almost always dragging an aura of hate or sinister intent when you do meet him.
NEW WEAPON! A black 12G shotgun, home defense. Cursed by the one whom owed it all those years ago. The Mansion was not kind to Stil and he still walked out with a weapon fit for him. It's barrel is rusted, the pump slacks and it's missing the ejection screw, though works just as well. It's has many negative quotes scratched into it's finish in the time that Stil was lost in the edifice. quotes such as "What makes you so special?-STAY BACK!- Questioned the Wrong, Answered the Right and KINDNESS" All scratched in chicken scratch by a knife. It's power is yet to be revealed, but it packs more than a punch. It has "BLACK MERCY" On the butt, as well as wrapped with a black and white Shemagh. Fun times are ahead.
Here he is...The big man of the show, the one who conducts robberies and murders, pillaging and wiping out all existence of those he deems useless or otherwise. Not much for mercy, but one to talk you to death, literally. All he does is cause panic and destruction across multiple dimensions, planets and anything he pleases. Hopping from one dimension to the next, taking and leaving. He leads with an iron fist and crushes anyone who opposes his agenda. Conform or be forgotten.
He is a master level mage, though situation restricted, and has been around well over a million years. master of melee and expert with guns, his real name is Dave, but as a more...Malevolent mood, he takes the name Stilborne. he is with the tribe for many reasons, but does not explain.
A bit more on his 'Master Level'.
It has taken thousands of years for him to achieve what many have said was impossible, he never gave up but still paid a price for it.
He can only use leveled attacks, if you toss a fireball at him, he'll toss one back. He can't open the earth below you and raise the fires of hell for that. He can only attack what you attack him with, he can't go much higher, though he can infuse chemicals. It's unclear whether this is his honor code or the restrictions he's paid. He does not use any potions or scrolls, all he has learned has been dealt to him, paying the pain and suffering to embed his mind with the spells and so on. This restriction has a very hard toll, he cannot use magic in almost any situation. If he's freezing to death in the woods, he can't toss a fireball or warm himself, he cannot cast any type of illumination in a cave or haunt unless there is a magic presence. You get it, restrictions.
He has worked a type of damage resistance and dismemberment spell. He has a health bar of sorts. You can blast his head in half, but he won't die, it takes a lot of damage to kill him or unless you're lucky, he can be killed in an accident. If he has lost an arm/ leg it will fall off and it will be replaced with a black mist-like replacement, his power is dramatically reduced by this as his body is infused, not the magic itself.
He cannot be instakilled by a sneak or high powered attack, it damages him, but does not kill him. It's all in the time he's spent alive, he's found ways around things and sneak attacks were his bane at one point. A lot of reading in a sunken library...
His soul is in a pocket dimension along with powerful relics and weapons he's horded to himself along his demented tours and advents, he's learned much and doesn't risk losing any of it.
I've said it once, I'll say it a thousand times, he's a cheater.
He is completely celibate, no sex, or vore. only violence and wording at one anothers face.
He is the absolute worst human in history. He's a hypocrite, a liar, a murderer, human trafficker, drug peddler, and even a narcissist. If you strike a deal with him, be prepared to pay HIM with your life. If you cross him, He'll partially drown you in your father's blood, beat your children to death with their favorite toys and slice your throat with your mother’s femur and leave her to bleed out, Why? Because, He and everything he does is right, and you're wrong. He is not to be trusted at all, you may buy or sell him things but that can lead you to become product. He's responsible for Nuclear attacks, Genocide, Pestilence and even known to convince people to commit suicide.
He's not nice, you may be able to get Archre to stop, but Stilborne is a lost cause, He despises anyone who tries to help him. lashing out and getting angry. if he wants you dead, just accept it.
If one is dumb enough to try to eat him, your mistake. He's fused his body with chemicals, agents and elements from all across the plane of existence, fusing his casted spells with them. Nuclear Meteor Shower? Done. Radioactive Earthquake? You got it. Meldelivium Fireball? Just don't open your eyes. Biting him will cause a mass trauma in any predator's body, rotting or burning it from the inside out. Though that is if you manage to even put your mouth on him, it's a fact that in a time long past he fought a large dragon, when the dragon went to eat him, he phased right through it's physical form and the person ten feet to his left was eaten, did I tell you that he is selfish and doesn't care for anyone but himself?
The temple which they reside is quite large, even bigger underground. There are many rooms and hallways that spread like a spider's web under the soil, most have been converted to work areas or small material manufacturing areas, dangerous and heavily guarded. there are three mines under the temple, and are constantly worked in, many die here and their bodies are left to rot or be eaten by the Staff/ other slaves.
The most notable area of the temple is the catacombs. Miles upon miles of dark and tight corridors and strange rooms with unknown items and structures. It is an area of unspeakable horror, and pain. the halls are littered with both ancient and fresh corpses, some if not most come back to life. There are monsters down there and no one knows where they go when the blood has let it's final splash. The area is a complete enigma to the tribe and they do well to seal it off, but they dive into it whenever the need arises (Mainly Stilborne shouting and throwing tables if no one follows.) Usually slaves that are deemed 'Springers' are sent in first, then the Staff follow, just in case there is a trap. Good news is, If a Springer lives out the advent, they are free! or fed to Mir, If no one likes said Springer.
thriving of slavery and weaponry, they can do more than just keep a foothold in the world.
A list of the very few that can face the unknown and take intimidation with a stride:
Sigrette
(This character is playable, though he cannot pred or become prey. No sex. It is however, he can summon monsters from across the dimensions. If you want to play with this char, go ahead, it will be a twisted and grimacing tale until he decides you've had your fair share of his time and decides to get rid of you with whatever he wants you killed by. More than likely to leave the area before you are eaten.)
(It's not likely that I'll have any signs up for this char, approach if you want, anytime. You may be lucky enough to even pred what he summons...)