Discord Id - Murat
Previous Characters- None
Character Name - Murat (Johnathan Reed)
Character Race & Sub-Race- Summon & Constructs > Demon Possession
Alternate Graphic - Sewer Rat
Character Description - Murat is a small, fox faced man with sharp features. He stands just shy of 5’2, short enough to be mistaken for a boy and possess a wiry figure. Two oddly large eyes sit on his thin face. The unnaturally bright hazel irises are over large and overtake nearly all of the white. He has a head of thick, straight, vibrant auburn hair that is chopped at shoulder length. His skin is sun kissed with even complexion. His top teeth are angled inward, his canine slightly elongated granting his smile a feline quality. Across his left eyebrow is a single, faint scar. He appears to be somewhere in his late-twenties. His voice is smooth slow drawl.
Shard Plot Line - Harbinger of the Imperium Saecularia sent to Sancturary to free the populace from the chains that bind them. Be it tyranny or faith.
Special Role-play Ability- Night sight, due to his demonic possession and the ability to transform into a rat.
Previous World - Many worlds serving the Imperium.
Backstory -
Johnathan remembered the first time the Imperium walked through his village. How he climbed upon a barrel to get a glimpse of crimson cloaks flowing behind black hued iron. He could remember the silence they brought with them. The awe. He knew in that moment he would wear that cloak someday.
Though tired from the day’s labour he would always make time to train with sticks in the backyard of the farmstead. Smacking trees for hours on end until father called out for supper. He would awake hours before the sun and sprint to town to hear the latest news of the Imperium. Listening to the stories as they moved across the continent delivering freedom to all they met. Each bit of gossip becoming gospel.
On his fourteenth nameday he left before sunrise never to return.
Johnathan served in the Imperium for over a decade. An accomplished soldier with a natural inclination towards the sword. Though he took no pleasure in the spilling of blood he understood the necessity of it. Understood that reason could not come to all and where honeyed words failed honed iron did not. He knew better now the righteousness of their crusade. Knew the truths of the world. Not just this one but of all of them. Tyranny’s chains had reached far, it’s corruption a blight upon existence. He would be the one to see it cleansed.
They had told him he was to receive recognition for his service. A promotion maybe but he suspected something more. He had seen glimpses of those the Queen had bestowed gifts upon. Unaging, untiring. Such was the reward for devotion. To serve the Queen eternal was a gift he would eagerly accept.
They were curious creatures. Skittering and scraping. Gnawing and biting. He watched mother eat babe and babe grow to turn upon mother. They seemed to be driven solely by a hunger. A hunger Murat understood. A hunger he shared. And so he fed them. Upon sight of the first morsel they swarmed. Over time...weeks, years, centuries the swarming stopped and they came in slow trickles. They brought gifts of their own. Rings, beads, babes who's breath laid still. Murat would take them, feeling an inequity in the exchange.
Inequity he would feel again upon the Queen’s arrival. The exchange now not for mere morsels of flesh but for his very life. What choice was there but to accept?
Previous Characters- None
Character Name - Murat (Johnathan Reed)
Character Race & Sub-Race- Summon & Constructs > Demon Possession
Alternate Graphic - Sewer Rat
Character Description - Murat is a small, fox faced man with sharp features. He stands just shy of 5’2, short enough to be mistaken for a boy and possess a wiry figure. Two oddly large eyes sit on his thin face. The unnaturally bright hazel irises are over large and overtake nearly all of the white. He has a head of thick, straight, vibrant auburn hair that is chopped at shoulder length. His skin is sun kissed with even complexion. His top teeth are angled inward, his canine slightly elongated granting his smile a feline quality. Across his left eyebrow is a single, faint scar. He appears to be somewhere in his late-twenties. His voice is smooth slow drawl.
Shard Plot Line - Harbinger of the Imperium Saecularia sent to Sancturary to free the populace from the chains that bind them. Be it tyranny or faith.
Special Role-play Ability- Night sight, due to his demonic possession and the ability to transform into a rat.
Previous World - Many worlds serving the Imperium.
Backstory -
Johnathan remembered the first time the Imperium walked through his village. How he climbed upon a barrel to get a glimpse of crimson cloaks flowing behind black hued iron. He could remember the silence they brought with them. The awe. He knew in that moment he would wear that cloak someday.
Though tired from the day’s labour he would always make time to train with sticks in the backyard of the farmstead. Smacking trees for hours on end until father called out for supper. He would awake hours before the sun and sprint to town to hear the latest news of the Imperium. Listening to the stories as they moved across the continent delivering freedom to all they met. Each bit of gossip becoming gospel.
On his fourteenth nameday he left before sunrise never to return.
Johnathan served in the Imperium for over a decade. An accomplished soldier with a natural inclination towards the sword. Though he took no pleasure in the spilling of blood he understood the necessity of it. Understood that reason could not come to all and where honeyed words failed honed iron did not. He knew better now the righteousness of their crusade. Knew the truths of the world. Not just this one but of all of them. Tyranny’s chains had reached far, it’s corruption a blight upon existence. He would be the one to see it cleansed.
They had told him he was to receive recognition for his service. A promotion maybe but he suspected something more. He had seen glimpses of those the Queen had bestowed gifts upon. Unaging, untiring. Such was the reward for devotion. To serve the Queen eternal was a gift he would eagerly accept.
They were curious creatures. Skittering and scraping. Gnawing and biting. He watched mother eat babe and babe grow to turn upon mother. They seemed to be driven solely by a hunger. A hunger Murat understood. A hunger he shared. And so he fed them. Upon sight of the first morsel they swarmed. Over time...weeks, years, centuries the swarming stopped and they came in slow trickles. They brought gifts of their own. Rings, beads, babes who's breath laid still. Murat would take them, feeling an inequity in the exchange.
Inequity he would feel again upon the Queen’s arrival. The exchange now not for mere morsels of flesh but for his very life. What choice was there but to accept?