Post by Mot on Dec 15, 2014 13:43:07 GMT -8
Mot, Lesser God of Suffering and Pestilence.
Who do you work for?:
None
Theme song:
Mozart's Requiem in D
Physical/Psychological Description:
Mot is tall and lanky, with eternally greasy-looking hair and sunken eyes. He speaks quietly, seldom ever smiles, and takes joy in stealing the lives of the innocent. Mot kills arbitrarily, for fun, and often with some sort of slow-working epidemic.
Playby :
Adrien Brody
Age:
Unknown, but his memories reach back to Ancient Egyptian times.
Gender:
Male
Race:
The Gods Made Me A Human (Lesser God)
Height:
6'5"
Weight:
180 lbs
What is it you're looking for?:
Everything
Hooking up?:
Single
Languages:
The languages I speak are All
Statistics:
The numbers you have to chose from are 18,16,14,14,12,10. Each number can only be used once.
(additions and subtractions factored in)
Strength: 50
Dexterity: 50
Constitution: 52 (+2)
Intelligence: 48 (-2)
Wisdom: 50
Charisma: 52 (+2)
Abilities:
ABILITIES
General:
Biology
Anatomy
Cryptoxenbiology
Embryology
Genetics
Immunology
Pathology
Rogue:
Ghost Step
Pressure Points
Use Poison
Confusion
Sleight of Hand
Disguise
Magic:
Aura of Fear lvl 2
Cure lvl 3
Energy Drain
Haunting Vision
Heal
Pain Sythesize lvl 3
Poison lvl 2
Plague
Total: $1,250
Weapon(s):
Disease
Transportation:
Walking
Disposition to the Law:
Neutral
Alignment:
Evil
Phobias:
A healthy planet
Obsession:
Making people suffer, killing children
Vice:
Greed
Virtue:
Patience
Background:
Daytime in Egypt was oppressive and miserable, much like the living conditions. People either died from being overworked, dehydration, or from heat exhaustion. Moreso, anyone who was able-bodied was put to work on the pyramids. They were told that they were building shrines and temples. . .but as people keeled over in the middle of their work, the slavedrivers just pushed them into the pyramids and ordered everyone to continue building. They weren't building temples. They were building tombs.
Mot had wanted to be a scholar and a doctor, but he'd been recruited into building the pyramids with his brothers. Both Tamir and Emon had died last week. Mot hadn't even been allowed to grieve for them.
He worked day in and day out, harboring more and more hatred for the slavedrivers, working himself to the bone. He'd grown skinnier despite all of the stone he'd had to lift. His features had begun to look more sallow and sickly. One day, he collapsed while working, and he was certain that it meant death for him. Either he would be trampled or pushed into the open pyramids, or a slavedriver would come and hang him up to be fed to the birds. As he lay in the dirt looking through cloudy brown eyes, a scarab beetle wedged itself from between a few rocks and crawled over to Mot. He extended his hand, letting it crawl across him, and he suddenly thought of his life in that minute. . .how his dying moments would be spent with a bug. This life had been so fruitless. . .so pointless and miserable. He wished that he could have done something, that he'd had the strength to rebel against each and every one of those slavedrivers. He'd been so caught up in his wrath that he hadn't realized he'd crushed the beetle. The life of the scarab, gooey and dead in his hands, had fizzled out just as quickly as he was going to. Mot cried out and pulled his hands to his chest, screaming in both sorrow and fury.
That's when the sky went dark.
It has been written in the tomes of history that Mot's anger and resentment caused the eclipse. Some said that he stood right up and called to the gods to strike down all of those around him. But the most popular story was that Mot got up and rejoiced as a wave of scarabs, so many that they towered over the pyramids themselves, washed through the lands and killed everyone they came across. When they moved on, having eaten everything down to bone, Mot was left. They say he stood amongst the wreckage, amongst the destruction, and welcomed with open arms the kingdom he had created. Finally, he had found his purpose.
Mot had wanted to be a scholar and a doctor, but he'd been recruited into building the pyramids with his brothers. Both Tamir and Emon had died last week. Mot hadn't even been allowed to grieve for them.
He worked day in and day out, harboring more and more hatred for the slavedrivers, working himself to the bone. He'd grown skinnier despite all of the stone he'd had to lift. His features had begun to look more sallow and sickly. One day, he collapsed while working, and he was certain that it meant death for him. Either he would be trampled or pushed into the open pyramids, or a slavedriver would come and hang him up to be fed to the birds. As he lay in the dirt looking through cloudy brown eyes, a scarab beetle wedged itself from between a few rocks and crawled over to Mot. He extended his hand, letting it crawl across him, and he suddenly thought of his life in that minute. . .how his dying moments would be spent with a bug. This life had been so fruitless. . .so pointless and miserable. He wished that he could have done something, that he'd had the strength to rebel against each and every one of those slavedrivers. He'd been so caught up in his wrath that he hadn't realized he'd crushed the beetle. The life of the scarab, gooey and dead in his hands, had fizzled out just as quickly as he was going to. Mot cried out and pulled his hands to his chest, screaming in both sorrow and fury.
That's when the sky went dark.
It has been written in the tomes of history that Mot's anger and resentment caused the eclipse. Some said that he stood right up and called to the gods to strike down all of those around him. But the most popular story was that Mot got up and rejoiced as a wave of scarabs, so many that they towered over the pyramids themselves, washed through the lands and killed everyone they came across. When they moved on, having eaten everything down to bone, Mot was left. They say he stood amongst the wreckage, amongst the destruction, and welcomed with open arms the kingdom he had created. Finally, he had found his purpose.
Zodiac Sign:
Libra
Do you have what the vamps like?:
O negative
