Post by Yoya DuSang on Dec 15, 2013 11:56:41 GMT -8
God of Death
Varius Cadus Helviath
Who do you work for?:
Independant
Theme song:
Mad World - Michael Andrews
Physical/Psychological Description:
Long black hair upon a his head with sunken hollow eyes. Black pupils decorate Dark green miasma that lingers from his sockets. The chiseled body of a human turns to arachnid at waist with large black legs protruding from his large black widow like body. Muscular and toned the form is attractive as light hits him but in darkness it shifts to a frightening aura.
His human form is much the same except his hollow eyes glow a healthy hue with his black and green eyes turn human with blueish green shades. Human legs and a healthy frame make him look just as he did before his transformation.
His human form is much the same except his hollow eyes glow a healthy hue with his black and green eyes turn human with blueish green shades. Human legs and a healthy frame make him look just as he did before his transformation.
Playby:
Tom Hiddleston
Age:
Ageless, Appears 32
Gender:
Male
Race:
The Gods Made Me A Arachne
Height:
Varius is 9 feet and 4 inches tall
Weight:
Varius is 280 lbs
What is it you're looking for?:
Pansexual
Hooking up?:
Widow/er (Remarried.)
Class::
My Profession Is God of Death
Statistics:
Strength: 100
Dexterity: 100
Constitution: 100
Inteligence: 100
Wisdom: 100
Charisma: 100
Dexterity: 100
Constitution: 100
Inteligence: 100
Wisdom: 100
Charisma: 100
Abilities:
All
Weapon(s):
Plethora of Blades hidden upon his body.
Whatcha wearin'?:
Clothes
Transportation:
Magic and giant spider legs
Disposition to the Law:
Lawful
Alignment:
Neutral
Phobias:
The End
Obsession:
Mortal Watching
Vice:
Wrath
Virtue:
Patience
Background:
The man was not always an undead god who watched over the living world to choose who would join him up in the heavens as gods or down below as Arachne. There was a time when he was a small lad, on a farmstead, enjoying life. Born to two nameless hunters, by choice since they did their jobs right, and grew up loving everything. His parents had long retired at the ripe old age of twenty five. Revolvers and swords were the two weapons each parent mastered respectively as they taught their son both.
Varn Leheart was a strapping young man by the time he had reached perfection as a hunter. The king's men knew of his skill and went to him whenever their kingdom came plagued with werewolves and vampires. Long had his parents passed due to old age leaving many openings and the cunning of vampires knowing when the young master hunter was away.
Thirty two came around as Arachne soon invaded the living, Kingdom after kingdom had fallen, each creature seemed to be hunting for something... or someone. Mortal after mortal fell as Varn slowly sharpened his blades. Firearms had not worked upon these creatures and so he simply kept to blades more and more. The young hunter was the only one who had been able to slay one so far and they seemed know this. Day after day more seemed to swarm his home but not invade nor attack.
Finally Varn had prepared long enough and left the comfort of his home to notice no arachne in sight. Feeling as if he was being watched he cautiously looked around as a fissure opened up outside his home with webs and death radiating from within. Slowly he crept toward it, the ever there sense that this might be a trap lingers upon his mind, one step right after another. With what felt like a push Varn falls into the pit.
Varn Lehart breaths calmly in a cocoon, whispers from a woman linger in his mind as he breaths deeply, Varius Helviath breaths out for the first time as the green miasma erupts from his eyes as they open seemingly for the first time. Varn, the mortal, has come on gone and now his name reflects the legion of Arachne heeding his words and the empty heaven waiting for him to fill it.0
Varn Leheart was a strapping young man by the time he had reached perfection as a hunter. The king's men knew of his skill and went to him whenever their kingdom came plagued with werewolves and vampires. Long had his parents passed due to old age leaving many openings and the cunning of vampires knowing when the young master hunter was away.
Thirty two came around as Arachne soon invaded the living, Kingdom after kingdom had fallen, each creature seemed to be hunting for something... or someone. Mortal after mortal fell as Varn slowly sharpened his blades. Firearms had not worked upon these creatures and so he simply kept to blades more and more. The young hunter was the only one who had been able to slay one so far and they seemed know this. Day after day more seemed to swarm his home but not invade nor attack.
Finally Varn had prepared long enough and left the comfort of his home to notice no arachne in sight. Feeling as if he was being watched he cautiously looked around as a fissure opened up outside his home with webs and death radiating from within. Slowly he crept toward it, the ever there sense that this might be a trap lingers upon his mind, one step right after another. With what felt like a push Varn falls into the pit.
Varn Lehart breaths calmly in a cocoon, whispers from a woman linger in his mind as he breaths deeply, Varius Helviath breaths out for the first time as the green miasma erupts from his eyes as they open seemingly for the first time. Varn, the mortal, has come on gone and now his name reflects the legion of Arachne heeding his words and the empty heaven waiting for him to fill it.0
Zodiac Sign:
Aries (March 21 - April 19)
Do you have what the vamps like?:
O-
Worshiping the old gods' wisdom and nothing more.
