Post by nergal on Jun 13, 2015 21:52:45 GMT -5
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[attr="class","appn"]Nergal
[attr="class","appc"]age 4000+ (50)
[attr="class","appc"]group strigoi
[attr="class","appc"]sex male
[attr="class","appc"]occupation royal advisor
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He is himself. This is an anomaly, a perversion of all the magicians of old held dear. But he is himself, and his summoner could not hold him. He remembers the first time he was called with frightening clarity, the way the magicians worshipped at his feet. They called him a god, first of war and fire before he became associated with the underworld and plague. Nergal was bound by contract to a religion, so long before Christianity that he laughs in the face of prayers to a faceless god.[break][break]
He hates humans, loves them, fascinated by them even as he is repulsed. From the rise of Akkadia to its fall he relished in the chaos of war and the joy of death with equal aplomb.[break][break]
The second magician to summon him fared little better than the first, for a god such as he could not be held by one man alone. But the magician was an idiot, mispronounced the words and botched the spell so badly the demon even took pity on him. The Rift had left the magicians panicked, with all the demons and dangers abounding, and the stress rapidly took its toll on poor Nicodemus. Weak in mind, the body was far too easy to steal after the contract was torn asunder in Nergal’s rage. The thirst and hunger wasn’t new, but it came with a startling permanence that made him rage.[break][break]
Nergal could care less about the politics of Strigoi, but he is old and the king of the sunset has had nothing but time to learn the world of the flesh-bound (outdated as that knowledge may be, human nature hasn’t changed in centuries). He gives his loyalty to the crown of the Strigoi not out of fear or love but out of a warped hedonistic socialism tempered with the laws of the wild.
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He is himself. This is an anomaly, a perversion of all the magicians of old held dear. But he is himself, and his summoner could not hold him. He remembers the first time he was called with frightening clarity, the way the magicians worshipped at his feet. They called him a god, first of war and fire before he became associated with the underworld and plague. Nergal was bound by contract to a religion, so long before Christianity that he laughs in the face of prayers to a faceless god.[break][break]
He hates humans, loves them, fascinated by them even as he is repulsed. From the rise of Akkadia to its fall he relished in the chaos of war and the joy of death with equal aplomb.[break][break]
The second magician to summon him fared little better than the first, for a god such as he could not be held by one man alone. But the magician was an idiot, mispronounced the words and botched the spell so badly the demon even took pity on him. The Rift had left the magicians panicked, with all the demons and dangers abounding, and the stress rapidly took its toll on poor Nicodemus. Weak in mind, the body was far too easy to steal after the contract was torn asunder in Nergal’s rage. The thirst and hunger wasn’t new, but it came with a startling permanence that made him rage.[break][break]
Nergal could care less about the politics of Strigoi, but he is old and the king of the sunset has had nothing but time to learn the world of the flesh-bound (outdated as that knowledge may be, human nature hasn’t changed in centuries). He gives his loyalty to the crown of the Strigoi not out of fear or love but out of a warped hedonistic socialism tempered with the laws of the wild.
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Like all Strigoi, Nergal has a near-immortal natural lifespan and inhuman regeneration and strength (which he is more than happy to put to use for some esoteric purposes). While silver can bring him low, it still requires some planning to actually kill him.[break][break]
The power of Solar is his gift, granting him the ability of searing heat and light. He is careful with his gift, as it is simply undignified to fall to the level of lesser Strigoi in terms of blood consumption. Nergal has been known to use his powers for mirages, heat related sickness, rapid desiccation, and starting fires he has no intentions of dealing with.
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Like all Strigoi, Nergal has a near-immortal natural lifespan and inhuman regeneration and strength (which he is more than happy to put to use for some esoteric purposes). While silver can bring him low, it still requires some planning to actually kill him.[break][break]
The power of Solar is his gift, granting him the ability of searing heat and light. He is careful with his gift, as it is simply undignified to fall to the level of lesser Strigoi in terms of blood consumption. Nergal has been known to use his powers for mirages, heat related sickness, rapid desiccation, and starting fires he has no intentions of dealing with.
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played by: Alluade[break]
face claim: [b]aquarion EVOL,[/b] [i]kagura demuri[/i] - nergal
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played by: Alluade[break]
face claim: [b]aquarion EVOL,[/b] [i]kagura demuri[/i] - nergal
