Description
An inconsistently dressed man stands before you, shape covered by a set
of garments that signals glamour and exclusiveness as well as poverty and
barbary. He is taller than the average man, not heavily muscled yet well fit
with broad shoulders and a slimmer torso. It is impossible to say if the
darkish-brown nuance of his skin is natural or a product of much time spent
in the light of the sun. A couple of weapons, apparently as random as his
garments, are strapped to his waist. His hair is long in the neck, and the fr
is slicked backwards across his head.
Role
Dreams
Added Fri Jul 8 14:36:00 2005 at level 15:
For as long as he could remember. Eyzy had experienced
strange dreams, the flashing of images that would flow
through his simple mind. Single words that would implant
themselves into his thoughts.
Strength.
Independance.
Myself.
The hunt.
...Freedom.
As visions of himself, a dark-clad gigantic warrior standing atop the
battlements of a burnt and ruined city, coldly inspecting the carnage around him.
Mass graves filled with men, women and children have been dug in the parks.
The putrid air around him is almost tangible, the smoke of burning corpses
swirls seemingly life-like around him. He breathes deeply, the air somehow
sweeter for him than it has ever been. As he took one last look around, he
gripped his twisted weapon tightly, turns and merely walks away.
Often times other visions come to haunt his dreams. More words, more
abstract thoughts would invade his mind.
Compassion.
Culture.
Obedience.
Hesitation.
...Weakness.
The menacing shape stands within a green, flourishing garden. Flowers which
others would consider beautiful are everywhere. He is shackled with
invisible chains. His failure is total. Only self-contempt exists within
him. He only wishes to die, yet he cannot take his own life.
He knows what he wants. He knows which words will gain him what he wants.
Power. Strength, connections and independance, through the hunt, are his
way to freedom. His freedom.