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| Numerah Iohllyeres; The Tyrant of Death | |
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| Topic Started: Apr 20 2017, 04:45 PM (11 Views) | |
| KosmicBeast | Apr 20 2017, 04:45 PM Post #1 |
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Inherit the Stars
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Numerah 'Rellik' Iohllyeres The Tyrant of Death Biographical Information Homeworld: Nyrvyria Origin: Phothviore, Nyrvyria Age: Tier: Sovereign; Ascendant Phothivath Title: The Tyrant of Death; The Hallowed Phothivath Alignment: Occupation: Status: Alive Physical Description Name: Numerah Iohllyeres Species: Syneath Race: Dragon Classification: Pact Beast; Ascendant Frostwyrm (Frostborn) Nicknames: Alias/Surname: Rellik Name Origin: Gender: Female Death: Pact Sigil: Aspects: Skeletal and flesh Elemental Prowess: Primary: Secondary: Chemicals: Liquid Nitrogen, permafrost, dry ice, methane, acetylene Affliction: Attributes: Supernatural abilities, Atmokinesis, Necromancy, shape shifting, Telepathy, Telekinesis, Seismic power, Molecular Dissipation, Summoning, Force Fields, Teleportation/Orbing, Omnilingualism, Umbrakinesis, Possession (Afflicted), Cross-dimensional Travel, Molecular Combustion, Cryokinesis, Reaping/Reaper, Imprinting, Body De-materialization. Heart Type: Omnicore (Orb) Flight Capability: Yes Bonded: Urick Provain Lineage Mate: None Offspring: None Siblings: None Mother: Father: Statistics Height: 22.5 ft | 6.9 m. Shoulder: 19.5 ft. | 6 m. Forehead: 22.5 ft | 6.9 m. Weight: 5,200 lbs. | 2,358.7 kg. Length: 45 ft. | 13.8 m. Wingspan: 60 ft. | 18.2 m. Per Wing: 30 ft. | 9.1 m. Speed (Ground): 90-100 m.p.h. Speed (Flight): 120-130 m.p.h. Flight Capability: Yes Chronological and Political Era(s) • Seethen/Sythrin War • Slaughter's Eve • Invasion of the Syrask • The Fall of the Syneath • Synile's Demise • Collapse of Nyrvyria • Replica's Emergence • Rise of a God: Synile's Uprising • The Birth of a Cure Notable Facts: Affiliation • Aryan • Ithu'morae Rivalries • Syrask • Acolyte • Sythrin • The Harrowed • The Consumed • The Afflicted • Humans (Earth, Afflicted) Neutral • Syres Other Information Overview Her face was as porcelain and pale as a ghost—almost transparent and opaque. There was a soft ombré tone outlining near the snout and lower jaw. Her massive horns jutted from the base of her skull wore most of the color until it drew closer towards the tips. A gloss of ebony blanketed the tips, like as if they had been dipped in ink. It was as if you were staring death straight in the face, and her eyes hinted that opaque white-death she was born and bred into. Her eyes spoke of malice and only death, the pearlescent white consuming a vast majority of the eye—except for the pupil. A vibrant, yet soft, vermilion brimmed from within the pupil’s center, a soft humming glow surrounding the outer layer. The screams of betrayal, defeat and anger roared within her eyes, and he could see the source of her sporadic anger: pain and self-hate. Smoke rolled in plumes from the beds of her nostrils, her eyes inking a dull glow from behind the wall of smoke; she greeted him with a shrill smile— rows of sharp, serrated teeth, curled and tipped with the blood of thousands—that sent a cold, lingering chill down his spine. Her presence alone was as intimidating as her appearance. He remembered the room being warmer than it was, and wasn’t as quiet as it is now. Everything grew quiet… silent. Temperature dropped in a matter of seconds. He could see his own breath as death peered over his shoulder and bared its teeth. This beast was the enigma of death—she was far from a pet, but more of a machine… a blunt instrument. She approached him with a calm pride, knowing her power and capability she didn’t seem anywhere near hesitant. The scars that littered her face sparked with life as soon as light touched the surface. Embroidered in a soft liquid ebony her scars sparkled with a dim glow, reciting the onslaught of war and bloodshed. He took a couple steps back, his gaze viewing the entirety of the beast; she was massive in comparison and even bigger than when he last saw her. She moved closer, her steps creating soft swirls of dust from the weight of her paws. Her voice echoed in his head, drilling a harsh, cold undertone as the words boomed with a deep growl, What is it that brings you here? I am in no mood for childish games. His eyes narrowed, his face wrinkled and molded into discern. “Do you not remember me?” I have seen many faces, I cannot possibly remember them all. Again, why are you here? I will not ask a second time. “I’m not here to cause any trouble. I’m here as an old friend.” Friend? Her voice shrouded the word ‘friend’ with questioning perplexity, a short growl looming afterwards. It was clear to him: she did not remember him. Her memory had to have been wiped clean or pieces had been pushed aside and lost. 10 years, that’s all it’s been. 10 years is a long time—long enough for her to lose pieces of her memory. It seems she has been without Urick for sometime as well. Another question that pegged him: where is Urick? These two were damn near inseparable. Personality Characteristics Basic Information Origin Appearance Other Notable Information Accessories Color Reference Biography Personal Backstory |
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