Post by Horror¿Story on Apr 6, 2013 11:27:12 GMT -6
《NAME》
*Pyramid Head*
《ALIASES》
*Pyramid Thing*
*Bogeyman*
《AGE》
*Unknown*
《GENDER》
*Male*
《SPECIES》
*Unknown*
《ALIGNMENT》
*Evil...?*
《CANON || OC》
*Canon*
《D.O.B》
*Unknown*
《PLACE OF BIRTH》
*Silent Hill, West Virginia*
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《APPEARANCE》
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《ABILITIES》
*Passive*
》IMMORTALITY: Pyramid Head can suffer intense physical trauma without hesitation. Guns appear to slow him down.
》INCREDIBLE STRENGTH: Pyramid can lift a full grown adult with one hand and then proceed to tear them apart with the other with minor resistance. Despite his incredible strengh in lifting his weapon and helm he has a slow pace.
》INCREASED SENSES: Hearing, Smell, etc.
》AURA: With him follows an aura of deep inflicting fear branching out to those in his sight.
*Active*
》DARKNESS: The Darkness must be active for Pyramid Head to use his active abilities. The Darkness transports those in the same thread as Pyramid Head into an alternate reality of their current location for a short period of time as designated by air raid sirens at the start and finish and the fleeing of birds. The only acception is DOGS but is limited to one at a time outside of darkness. The alternate reality resembles the current one but for the following changes. The area becomes decripite, stained and ash falls like black snow. Further details provided IC.
》SWARM: These critters can materialize in a swarm at his command. Nasty little critters that delight in the taste of human flesh. They are the size of a mans foot, maybe a bit bigger.
》DOGS: Large skinless canines of monsterous quality with a long tongue..
《WEAPONS》
¤The Great Knife¤
A huge piece of metal he always drags around. Yet he can lift the item as if it is nothing. It is likely he drags the weapon around to keep the blade sharp and strike fear in his prey.
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《HISTORY》
He was that born of anger. Of fear. Of a need for revenge. Of the psych of a desperate little girl in her moment of weakness. A moment also filled with strength as Alessa drank the devils wine. Yet who was the true demon there? Not they, a weakened little girl and her protector. It was the Order. They created a monster of their own hate. He would have torn them asunder for her. Anything to stop her tears. Yet even corrupted faith, when large in force and of unbendable will, held him at bay.
To others he was a monster, and rightfully so when bathed in blood as he. He was born of her psych, and thus had no sense of self. As he wandered in those rare moments of seperation from Alessa, small bits of self became evident to he. Small thoughts formed two sides. The humane. And the demon. The demon spoke words to them body, and the humane remained silent. Rip. Kill. Eat.
And then... She came. The pure side. And the humane finally spoke. Pyramid Head became confused. Suddenly there were unnatural pieces of questioning here. Confliction. What was he to do? He dealt with it in the most simple way expected of a creature such as he. He raged. He ate. And took his anger out on those pitiful souls. Everything was simple to he. Where he went was driven by Alessa, short of that was hapless wandering. Those creatures skittering underfoot were divided into two categories. Prey, and Like Him. Alessa was like him. The bugs... not important enough to hold existance. Everthing else with an important enough existance to be noticed by the immortal creature was Prey.
Here she came again. The good half. And again came this feeling. Doubt. Here she came to find answers, and so came to accept Alessa as herself. Yet despite this fusing, the same did not happen between the humane and demon. And Alessa no longer needed him. She called him one final time. Protect. And he did. It was so delightful to tear apart the leader of that cult. He would have laughed if he could.
And then... nothing. He floated in nothing. His hand began to loosen upon his knife. Was this where he sent his victims? It was.. boring. Yet peaceful. Not the kind of peace one entertained from ripping the very flesh off a human as easily as a sheet of silk. But still nice. He caught bits of flashes like sparks in his mind. He was something.. before he was Alessa's tool. A man. A man of this town. A man who dealt with death. But a man with a child. Both Humane and Demon. And then it was gone and Pyramid Head was lost and confused as the knife slid from his hand, breaking the spell.
He jolted, glancing down from his half kneel, half crouch. The blade lay at his feet and the final echo of its noisy clatter faded to stillness. Heavy rain dripped through the heavy mesh of his helm. For the first time he was alone. He couldn't sense Alessa. This thought.. he was... lost. So he picked up his blade against the conflict in his heart and prepared to do as he always did. Rip. Kill. Eat.