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PixelPixie
Guest
Name: Elpheron D'Teruzi
Age: 29
Description: Elpheron is tall, and quite remarkably so, towering at an impressive seven and a half feet high. The skin along his forearms, back, his shins, and crawling up the back of his neck are rough, green scales. His eyes are slitted and his teeth are all needle point, with two retractable fangs. His fingertips end in wickedly curved claws. His eyes are an emerald green, slitted pupils within the center. He still retains the dark hair he was born with, although it has become long enough to reach the middle of his back and is caked with mud and dirt. He wears a tattered tunic and torn trousers, his feet bare and callused.
Bio: Elpheron had a normal childhood, though then, his name was Corin. He had many friends among the village children and all the adults spoiled him. However, he came from a superstitious village which chased away anyone who was not fully human.
The beginning of his transformation began on the day that his parents' household burned to the ground. His mother and father had not made it, and he was consumed with grief. When others came to see who was there, they did not find Corin, but a Doxon child.
Taking what was close at hand, the villagers attempted to slay Corin, but he fled into the nearby woods, where he was taken by madness, the product of an overwhelming amount of grief and a growing rage. Why had they chased him? Why had they tried to kill him?
It was in this thoughts that Corin, a mere thirteen winters, changed into a malific being by the name Elpheron. He preyed upon the village in his madness, thinking to himself that he was claiming the retribution that was rightfully his. But he still had not committed the unthinkable.
One drear night, in late autumn, a young couple when into the woods together. Elpheron followed them deep into the woods until they were totally lost. They wandered still farther, frightened, until they stumbled upon a tunnel, going deep into the ground.
Above, The sun had become hidden behind vast, dark clouds and the wind had begun to blow so that the trees bowed unto it. They began to enter into this tunnel, seeking shelter from the elements, but Elpheron dropped down from the trees onto their heads, enraged that they would try to trespass.
He struck out first at the woman, striking her in the throat and causing her to clutch her throat and to struggle for air. The man, startled, stumbled back a coupe of paces, and Elpheron was soon on him. The man was soon down and the cloud was cleared from Elpheron's mind.
He cried out in pain as the changes began to come upon him, blood welling up from where the scales began to break through. He coughed up blood and teeth as he kneeled over, his fangs growing in. But even as he bought is hands over his face, he cried in pain, claws having sprouted forth from his fingertips and scratching his face. With a shudder he passed out, the pain of the transformation too much to bear.
Personality: Cold and reclusive, Elpheron still retains some of the dredges of his madness often muttering to himself or looking about him as though there were something there that only he could see.
Age: 29
Description: Elpheron is tall, and quite remarkably so, towering at an impressive seven and a half feet high. The skin along his forearms, back, his shins, and crawling up the back of his neck are rough, green scales. His eyes are slitted and his teeth are all needle point, with two retractable fangs. His fingertips end in wickedly curved claws. His eyes are an emerald green, slitted pupils within the center. He still retains the dark hair he was born with, although it has become long enough to reach the middle of his back and is caked with mud and dirt. He wears a tattered tunic and torn trousers, his feet bare and callused.
Bio: Elpheron had a normal childhood, though then, his name was Corin. He had many friends among the village children and all the adults spoiled him. However, he came from a superstitious village which chased away anyone who was not fully human.
The beginning of his transformation began on the day that his parents' household burned to the ground. His mother and father had not made it, and he was consumed with grief. When others came to see who was there, they did not find Corin, but a Doxon child.
Taking what was close at hand, the villagers attempted to slay Corin, but he fled into the nearby woods, where he was taken by madness, the product of an overwhelming amount of grief and a growing rage. Why had they chased him? Why had they tried to kill him?
It was in this thoughts that Corin, a mere thirteen winters, changed into a malific being by the name Elpheron. He preyed upon the village in his madness, thinking to himself that he was claiming the retribution that was rightfully his. But he still had not committed the unthinkable.
One drear night, in late autumn, a young couple when into the woods together. Elpheron followed them deep into the woods until they were totally lost. They wandered still farther, frightened, until they stumbled upon a tunnel, going deep into the ground.
Above, The sun had become hidden behind vast, dark clouds and the wind had begun to blow so that the trees bowed unto it. They began to enter into this tunnel, seeking shelter from the elements, but Elpheron dropped down from the trees onto their heads, enraged that they would try to trespass.
He struck out first at the woman, striking her in the throat and causing her to clutch her throat and to struggle for air. The man, startled, stumbled back a coupe of paces, and Elpheron was soon on him. The man was soon down and the cloud was cleared from Elpheron's mind.
He cried out in pain as the changes began to come upon him, blood welling up from where the scales began to break through. He coughed up blood and teeth as he kneeled over, his fangs growing in. But even as he bought is hands over his face, he cried in pain, claws having sprouted forth from his fingertips and scratching his face. With a shudder he passed out, the pain of the transformation too much to bear.
Personality: Cold and reclusive, Elpheron still retains some of the dredges of his madness often muttering to himself or looking about him as though there were something there that only he could see.
