AlhazredTheMad
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- May 11, 2010
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"I was born into a place of burning waterfalls and frozen clouds, the ever stagnant sky never dissuading from its color of somber sanguine. When it rained, blood would begin to well up from the flesh like sand beneath my feet, then float towards the framed melancholy above. Trees retained the likeness of the product of evisceration, mutilation, and flat out defilement. Organ like branches extending from a trunk of writhing bodies of infants, animals, and some things altogether incomprehensible, some of them whole, some split in half, in thirds, fourths, oh and the leaves! —oh— the leaves! Something betwixt a sodden blanket and flayed human skin they were, so peculiar to observe too. They never ceased their dripping of their crimson sap either, which turns into quite a bother when you attempt to gather some meager sleep beneath one of them.
"I remember I would spend decades at a time sitting by one of the flesh trees, plucking off the skin like leaves to shudder at the delcious screams the tree emanated, each one as horrorificly spine tingling as the last," he sighed then, his eyes half lidded. You could swear, with no shadow of a doubt, that this man desperately needed to be sectioned. He turned to you, his cold conniving smile stabbing into the depths of your soul, involuntarily making you flinch.
" 'But, Alhazred'," the man said, emulating yourself in a deliberately high toned voice, " 'if you loved the fiery embrace of your home, why ever did you leave, to this shithole of all places?' " The man spun on his heel, his back now facing you.
"Ah, simple, my child," he said pointedly, a finger also directed towards the sky, "I'm working." He twirled around to look you in the eyes again. "Why, you ask?" You clearly hadn't said anything to this man since he first appeared in front of you like a sort of David Copperfield aspirant, but he was obviously enjoying himself, so you let him proceed with his little routine. "Once again, simply answered. My employer wishes me to find someone. Who? Oh, now I can't tell you thaaaat!" he giggled madly. "Why? Hmmm." he tapped a finger on his lip, almost appearing to seriously think about the notion. "Well, let's just say that the aforementioned person I am to find retains the potential to become a bit of a bother to my employer, and he has taken the initiative and deployed the one you see before you to address this issue."
"Oh yes, of course! My line of work is veeery hazardous," the man replied to another question he had concocted within that defunct brain of his. "The man whom I'm supposed to locate's company will undoubtedly send their best to halt my progress, but fear not, I am quite skilled at what I do." The man's ears twitched, as if there had been a whistle specially tuned for only his ears that was being blown. An emotion glided across his amber pupils, what it was you could not discern, but you didn't like it. The man stopped smiling and looked to the night sky, or what seemed more likely, 'past' it. His gaze returned to you, his disturbing smile fully returned. "I do thank you for listening to me. I was afraid I'd go mad if I had to keep all of that bottled up for another day." He took your hand in his own and shook firmly.
"If you can resist the urge, please refrain saying anything about this night," he said as he unclasped your hand and casually saluted to you as he began to stroll off, thankfully not appearing as if he was going to turn around again. You shake your head in disbelief and a chuckle comes from you before you begin to walk in the opposite direction. "I'm quite serious about you not telling anyone," you heard his voice whisper 'inside' of your head. You spin, eyes scanning the parking lot for his figure. Nothing.
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If you failed to notice the heavy implications of my character's, Alhazred's, origin, he is hellspawn. A demon. An emissary sent by Lucifer, Satan, and/or the Prince of Darkness to effectively locate and eliminate the reincarnation of a holy entity. The archangles of Heaven have noticed the devil's actions, and have sent a legion of lesser angels to defend the host of the holy entity at the cost of their lives if necessary. The host(ess) may be played by a male or female, however he/she are oblvious to the entity's existence at the moment. Angels can be NPC controlled, and also be players themselves, however I will allow one and only one archangel on earth at a time. For now.
Players are not limited to only angels and the host(ess). You may be almost whoever you wish without fear of negative criticism from me, but you must PM me with character details, no matter who you're going to RP as. A name, appearance, age, those sorts of things. PM me if you wish to reserve a place.
"I remember I would spend decades at a time sitting by one of the flesh trees, plucking off the skin like leaves to shudder at the delcious screams the tree emanated, each one as horrorificly spine tingling as the last," he sighed then, his eyes half lidded. You could swear, with no shadow of a doubt, that this man desperately needed to be sectioned. He turned to you, his cold conniving smile stabbing into the depths of your soul, involuntarily making you flinch.
" 'But, Alhazred'," the man said, emulating yourself in a deliberately high toned voice, " 'if you loved the fiery embrace of your home, why ever did you leave, to this shithole of all places?' " The man spun on his heel, his back now facing you.
"Ah, simple, my child," he said pointedly, a finger also directed towards the sky, "I'm working." He twirled around to look you in the eyes again. "Why, you ask?" You clearly hadn't said anything to this man since he first appeared in front of you like a sort of David Copperfield aspirant, but he was obviously enjoying himself, so you let him proceed with his little routine. "Once again, simply answered. My employer wishes me to find someone. Who? Oh, now I can't tell you thaaaat!" he giggled madly. "Why? Hmmm." he tapped a finger on his lip, almost appearing to seriously think about the notion. "Well, let's just say that the aforementioned person I am to find retains the potential to become a bit of a bother to my employer, and he has taken the initiative and deployed the one you see before you to address this issue."
"Oh yes, of course! My line of work is veeery hazardous," the man replied to another question he had concocted within that defunct brain of his. "The man whom I'm supposed to locate's company will undoubtedly send their best to halt my progress, but fear not, I am quite skilled at what I do." The man's ears twitched, as if there had been a whistle specially tuned for only his ears that was being blown. An emotion glided across his amber pupils, what it was you could not discern, but you didn't like it. The man stopped smiling and looked to the night sky, or what seemed more likely, 'past' it. His gaze returned to you, his disturbing smile fully returned. "I do thank you for listening to me. I was afraid I'd go mad if I had to keep all of that bottled up for another day." He took your hand in his own and shook firmly.
"If you can resist the urge, please refrain saying anything about this night," he said as he unclasped your hand and casually saluted to you as he began to stroll off, thankfully not appearing as if he was going to turn around again. You shake your head in disbelief and a chuckle comes from you before you begin to walk in the opposite direction. "I'm quite serious about you not telling anyone," you heard his voice whisper 'inside' of your head. You spin, eyes scanning the parking lot for his figure. Nothing.
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If you failed to notice the heavy implications of my character's, Alhazred's, origin, he is hellspawn. A demon. An emissary sent by Lucifer, Satan, and/or the Prince of Darkness to effectively locate and eliminate the reincarnation of a holy entity. The archangles of Heaven have noticed the devil's actions, and have sent a legion of lesser angels to defend the host of the holy entity at the cost of their lives if necessary. The host(ess) may be played by a male or female, however he/she are oblvious to the entity's existence at the moment. Angels can be NPC controlled, and also be players themselves, however I will allow one and only one archangel on earth at a time. For now.
Players are not limited to only angels and the host(ess). You may be almost whoever you wish without fear of negative criticism from me, but you must PM me with character details, no matter who you're going to RP as. A name, appearance, age, those sorts of things. PM me if you wish to reserve a place.
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