RE: Godhood XIV [OOC] [Accepting Applications!]
03-11-2013, 09:49 PM
Name: Nash-Marr
Appearance: vaguely doglike in physique, with the snout of a breed like the Borzoi.. Left eye is a gouged-out mess, the right a well of black ink which constantly glitters with a campfire's reflection. His posture is bipedal, like that of a wolfman, with elongated front limbs that trail the ground. He rests on the middle phalanxes of the two middle fingers on each four-fingered hand, and his claws are as long as his fingers again. The claws are immaculate black, polished like a precious metal, but the cutting edges are ragged and mangled. Two goatlike horns follow the curve of his skull and run down his spine before flicking upward at the small of his back; the texture of these is like the skin of a Rough-scaled bush viper. The scales peel away from the main horn haphazardly; some have thin curved spines emerging from beneath. The weight of his horns makes it hard for Nash to turn his head without turning the rest of him. His fur is soft, white, and long in places; it is also specked with black ink where it has splashed from his one good eye.
Spheres: Stories (events which will become the greatest sagas, the telling of stories themselves), Endings (because you can't call a story good until it's got its proper end) and Flaws.
Additional info: Nash-Marr's left eye is said to have seen the future; his right, the past. Whatever celestial race he is a representative of have shunned him; the stories he gathers were plagued with poor resolutions or other dissatisfying ends. Though he wishes it were not the case, as divinity he actually draws power from these shitty plot twists, a fact which is likely to truly upset him.[/QUOTE]
Appearance: vaguely doglike in physique, with the snout of a breed like the Borzoi.. Left eye is a gouged-out mess, the right a well of black ink which constantly glitters with a campfire's reflection. His posture is bipedal, like that of a wolfman, with elongated front limbs that trail the ground. He rests on the middle phalanxes of the two middle fingers on each four-fingered hand, and his claws are as long as his fingers again. The claws are immaculate black, polished like a precious metal, but the cutting edges are ragged and mangled. Two goatlike horns follow the curve of his skull and run down his spine before flicking upward at the small of his back; the texture of these is like the skin of a Rough-scaled bush viper. The scales peel away from the main horn haphazardly; some have thin curved spines emerging from beneath. The weight of his horns makes it hard for Nash to turn his head without turning the rest of him. His fur is soft, white, and long in places; it is also specked with black ink where it has splashed from his one good eye.
Spheres: Stories (events which will become the greatest sagas, the telling of stories themselves), Endings (because you can't call a story good until it's got its proper end) and Flaws.
Additional info: Nash-Marr's left eye is said to have seen the future; his right, the past. Whatever celestial race he is a representative of have shunned him; the stories he gathers were plagued with poor resolutions or other dissatisfying ends. Though he wishes it were not the case, as divinity he actually draws power from these shitty plot twists, a fact which is likely to truly upset him.[/QUOTE]
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow