Post by mantorok on Apr 17, 2009 23:19:02 GMT -5
Name: Amonaroth
Alias: The Watcher Beneath, He Who Brings The Void, Void Watcher, Void Beast, Dark Weaver, Webmaster, Master of Shadow, The Destroyer, The Consumer, The Devourer, etc., etc.
Sex:Technically male, but, it is not something many would attempt to determine physically.
Sexuality:Heterosexual (Although for the most part he is largely asexual, mating is mostly seen as merely the means for propagation, but, as much as he would deny it, he contains the potential for loving another creature in a heterosexual manner.)
Race:Demon
Powers/Abilities:
· Regenerative Abilities (Disguised, Demonic) (Deep wounds heal in a manner of seconds, fatal wounds in minutes (Although something like the obliteration of an organ take much longer, removal of the heart is as fatal as normal). Powerful holy weapons can stunt regeneration, but not completely negate it.)
· Supernatural Strength (Disguised, Demonic) (In his “disguised” form he is able to pick up and throw cars with ease, and punch through cement. In his true form, it is more than enough to rend, destroy, or smash just about anything that even something of his size would have difficulty destroying.)
· Foul Chitin (Demonic, Partially Disguised) (Amonaroth is covered with a thick, powerful chitin. Mundane weapons have no affect on him, from knives to rocket launchers, if such items are not imbued with a powerful magick or blessed with holy power, they do not harm him. He is extremely resistant to weapons regardless, powerful blessed or magickal armour-piercing weapons can harm him without hindrance. Being an entity of powerful shadow, he is extremely resistant to all but the most powerful Light magicks, so deep is his darkness, and immune to darkness-based attacks and weapons. Should Light ever pierce his veil of shadow, the effects would likely not go unnoticed, but, rare are the creatures who can pierce his Darkness, and even such creatures are susceptible to his Shadow. He is also resistant to fire and heat, being a resident of the Pit, although he holds no love for the flame’s light. The pitch-blackness of the chitin, and the shadowy clouds that surround him make him very difficult to perceive, and in shadows, in spite of his size, he can become undetectable, moving silently in hunt of his prey, much like the creature he is akin to. Amonaroth has far less protection from weapons in his “disguised” form, lacking the thick plates about his flesh. The armour is not without its "chinks", and vulnerable spots lie on his underbelly, where his legs connect to his body, and his mouth.)
· Venomous Bite (Demonic) (Amonaroth’s fangs contain a potent venom that liquefy the creature’s innards slowly over a period of time while contracting their muscles, leaving them paralyzed. Supernatural creatures are resistant to its effects, but are not completely immune. It simply affects them at a much slower rate, taking days to weeks to full finish instead of mere hours. While his "disguised" form is still poisonous, it is no more deadly than a Black Widow, dangerous to humans, but not too much else.)
· Dark Magick (Disguised, Demonic) (Amonaroth is a master of Dark Magick, and with it, can create various blatantly destructive attacks, such as explosions of unholy energy or the rapid decay of flesh, or much more subtle things, such as deepening shadows, causing nightmares, and creating fear. Magick is like a muscle, the more he uses it, the more tired it becomes, and bigger, stronger attacks weaken his mystical reserves more than subtle, hidden spells. Amonaroth rarely resorts to his magick unless he feels his opponent is strong enough or is too dangerous to toy with.
· Shadow Weaving (Disguised, Demonic) (Although this coincides with his Dark Magick, this ability can be used nigh-infinitely. Shadow Weaving is simply creating a dark, black, twisting spider’s web that traps opponents, and becomes stronger and stickier the more one struggles. It is even more resilient than normal spider web, and nothing short of a holy weapon can cut its bonds. However, fire and sudden bursts of light weaken the strands enough so that mundane weapons can pierce it. Like its master, it is resistant to light, but, not nearly as potent in its resistance. The web is nigh invisible in areas with even torchlight, nothing short of pure daylight makes it easily visible to the human eye. Supernatural creatures can perceive it much more easily, seeing its vague glistening. While he has the ability to weave webs in his "disguised" form, it is extremely blatant, and his webs cannot be as large nor extravagant.)
· Shadow Sight (Disguised, Demonic) (Amonaroth can see perfectly in darkness of any kind, be it the complete darkness of night or magickally conjured.)
· Devour (Demonic) (Amonaroth is driven by an extreme need to consume, and can easily devour and digest myriad objects and creatures. However, what separates him from other creatures that do this so willingly, is his ability to devour insubstantial things as well, such as light, souls, spirits, etc. Amonaroth can scarcely use the more unusual facets of this ability in combat i.e., eating magick or attacks launched at him, but, he can easily devour –opponents- during combat, but usually waits until they are poisoned or weakened.
Age: 12,455
Height: 7’2” in “disguised” form, 40’ wide, 60’ long, and 70’ tall at his highest point in his true form, his highest point being the top of his abdomen.
Weight: 325 lbs. in “disguised” form, and well over 125 tons in his true form, looking much more corpulent and overfed.
Occupation: None, would dare to call himself the “True Master” of all.
Weapon(s): While in his “disguised” form he wields a plain old shotgun, and a strange, black long sword hidden underneath his cloak. The sword itself is cursed with dark magick and transfers a less potent version of his own venom. In his true form, he uses his claws, fangs, and magick, and needs no weapons.
Accessories: A plain, featureless black mask that he wears at all times while “disguised”, it should be impossible to see or move at all with this on, but, he can do so with great ease, operating on the vibration of other people’s movements, scent, among other things.
Appearance:
There are two facets to Amonaroth’s appearance. There is his “disguised” persona, put into quotes because it hardly draws attention away from him, although it certainly is not blatantly demonic, and his true form, a hideous aspect of shadow and terror.
The “disguised” appearance takes shape as a large, dark figured cloaked fully in black robes. Not a single piece of his skin shows, all covered with cloaks, capes, gloves, a long cowl, and a black mask. At times, the robes seem to writhe or twist unnaturally, as if something live is crawling around beneath them. His movements are unnaturally smooth for someone of his size, and in spite of his size and obviousness, he seems to easily be able to slip in and out of plain sight with ease. Should he ever be completely decloaked, the experience is maddening to all but the most callous and world-weary of creatures. He appears to be a gaunt, twisted, hideous black creature with the face of a spider, two long, black, greasy tentacles dripping with black ichor sprouting from his upper back, long claws, and hundreds of spiders and other vermin crawling about his form. His face alone is usually enough to kill the faint of heart from shock. In this form, his voice seems far and distant, as if echoing from within, containing an uncomfortable hiss, and being a bit too clear from being spoken from behind a mask.
In his true form, which takes about a full minute or so to transform into between the two forms, he is a gigantic, corpulent spider with a cloud of shadow constantly emanating from him. His many eyes burn a cold, ghastly blue corpse-light, and his thick, armoured form is smooth, black, and pulses slightly between the “chinks”. Four foul tentacles sprout from his midsection, each tipped with a long, blade-like end for rending, slashing, and impaling prey. His eight legs are thick and end in sharp points, more akin to a tarantula than a more spindly type of spider. Tormented spirits can sometimes appear in his shadowy aura, and his maw constantly drips with a foul black venom. His abdomen is nearly thrice the size of his head, a testament to his gluttony, and whilst speaking, he often spews forth gouts of venom or clouds of shadow. This form is also quite maddening to gaze upon, especially for those who already have an inherent fear of arachnids. Even those who do not find themselves stricken with terror, and want nothing more than to leave. Even hardened and world-weary creatures feel an ancient, antediluvian presence hover about them, invoking a slight emotion of fear, but a powerful one of awe. His voice in this form and deep and hideous, containing a tone of ancient knowing, and seems to be coming from several speakers at once, from one maw.
Personality:
Amonaroth is hateful, spiteful, and wants nothing more than to see nearly every creature, demon or not, squirm in agony, or to be fed into his gullet. Even though he can control his rage quite well, his malice pours forth into his every word. His anger is only matched by his sorrow and his will to consume. His rage keeps fear, both supernatural and natural completely at bay.
However, his old age has given him access to knowledge that few know, and even fewer dare to speak of. His intellect is nigh unmatched, and his patience is nearly infinite. He is a manipulator and a schemer, rarely interfering directly with matters unless he feels a great need to do so. He is aware of his blatant nature, and so, relies on pawns and servants to herd his prey into his webs (both literal and metaphorical). Being old as he, he is content to plot and plan for thousands of years if necessary, and thus, is extremely confident in his schemes and manipulation. He pays almost excessive attention to detail, and has yet to overlook even the finest detail that would tarnish his web.
Amonaroth values the life of nothing, everything is prey, and everything is able to be subjugated, manipulated, and consumed, should he desire. He is not arrogant or prideful, but comes off as such due to these attitudes, which he finds no different from many other creatures who do not claim to be arrogant. Amonaroth is also rather alien and detached, often seeming cold and distant, or unaware of what is happening around him (which, in truth, is extremely rare, as Amonaroth is extremely perceptive). He has trouble relating to positive emotions such as Kindness, Love, Mercy, and Joy. His closest emotion to happiness is sadism, and his closest sympathetic quality is sorrow and self-loathing. In the darkest places of his mind, he despises himself more than he despises the creatures he kills. Most of his spite stems from envy and wrath, envy of what the creatures have that he does not, and wrath for what they have done to him.
In spite of this, Amonaroth is a creature who holds to his word, he is true to every word sworn upon. He himself does not know why he feels the need to obey promises or agreements, but, cannot bring himself to ever purposely or willingly break a well-worded promise or contract, especially when made by an ally. If gigantic gaping loopholes exist, he finds it easier to break the promise or contract, but still has an odd difficulty doing so. This is the small, shining light of hope that exists within his shadowy soul, although he would never acknowledge it.
Appealing Characteristics:
· Intelligent and knowledgeable
· Powerful
· Holds true to his word
· Extremely cunning
· Completely without conventional fear.
Appalling Characteristics:
· Filled with hatred and bile unmatched by many.
· Hideous to behold
· Manipulative
· Distant and Awkward
· Ruled by his emotions
Likes:
· Darkness
· Food or feeding
· Pain or agony in others
· Beauty (never would willingly admit)
· Corrupting and destroying beauty (will gladly admit)
· Death
Dislikes:
· Light
· Hope, and another such lofty emotional ideals
· Beauty
· Nearly every living creature
· Himself
Fears:
· Loneliness
· Rejection
· Starvation
· Abandonment
Strengths:
· Chitin and regeneration makes him an extremely powerful opponent in combat, not to mention the size advantage.
· Mastery of dark magick and shadow also make him a powerful threat.
· Intelligent, and can easily predict what many creatures will do next, also making him good at manipulating others.
· In Darkness, he is a nigh-unbeatable foe.
Weaknesses:
· During the daylight hours, his magick is severely weakened. He can manipulate it so that the sky is dimmer or that the sun is faded, but, during the day, his regeneration is nearly halted, and his eyes burn and struggle to see. Sunlight does not directly harm him, but, he despises it, and avoids it at all costs. His dark aura still protects him, but, weakens at a quicker rate.
· Self-hatred and being ruled by emotions subject him to being manipulated as well, although he can see through most ruses, a particularly clever person may not find it hard to bait him into doing a helpful thing or two.
· Utterly bound to well-worded agreements out of a unknowingly self-imposed sense of honour.
· Bigger is not always better, clever fighters can take advantage of his massive size depending on the environment.
· Is in a constant state of hunger and agony, and if deprived of significant sustenance (i.e., meat, flesh, blood, etc, and lots of it) for too long (a week, at most), he quickly goes insane and blindly ignores anything that is not him running up to the nearest chunk of meat and consuming it. While in this frenzied state, he ignores wounds more readily, but cannot use magick of any sort short of launching his webs.
History:
Amonaroth, formerly known as Lucien, was once a demon of great beauty, both in disguise and in true form, albeit still with a love of arachnids and other creatures that crawled. He was powerful, but his mastery over shadow was not near the power where it was at currently. Far too concerned he was with the pursuits of the flesh and lost within his own vanity to care for the study of musty tomes in dark chambers. This period of his life was very short, lasting only a century before it came to a sudden and jarring halt. In his arrogance and vanity, he offended a powerful, but hideous demon lord. The demon beat the self-loving creature to near-death, but saw death as too kind of a fate for this wretched being. In the end, after learning of his love for the arachnids he tended to, he decided it would be fitting that he would be as dejected and hated as that which he loved the most next to himself. He also cursed him to never again take a beautiful form, his hideousness within would be displayed on the outside for eternity. He gave him the name “Amonaroth”, meaning “Foulest One”, and chased him into the shadowy pits where even other demons feared to tread, and left him there to fend for himself.
He did not succumb to death, but, was at first subjected to self-pity and horrible loneliness. In time, the pity turned to sorrow, and the loneliness turned into hate. He delved deeply into the forbidden magicks and discovered much of the darkness. Many things attempted to slay him, but, he would always manage to outwit them, and avoid them for a time. After a thousand years of learning and running, he had gained mastery over his magick, but his form was still far too weak to house it. He was too small, too feeble, and too easily grinded under the heels of others.
His course once again changed, and he escaped the pits of Shadow for a time, and wandered all corners of the Netherworld and the Material Plane. In time, he discovered a female White Angel who safeguarded an artifact of great and cursed power. It caused any who consumed it to become plagued with eternal starvation, however, in return for this curse, it would grant or increase one’s abilities to devour the souls and power of slain creatures, adding it to their own. He coveted the artifact, but knew he was not strong enough to challenge the Angel in combat. So, he walked the path of deceit, weaving powerful shadows over his true nature, and acted as if he took a great interest in her. He concealed his small, pathetic form within swaths of great black cloth, and a mask to hide his face. In time, she succumbed to the poison of his words, until even he himself believed he loved her. Growing distracted from his goal, he was idle for another one hundred years before he remembered his purpose. In the dead of night, when his power was strongest, he veiled her sight and stole the artifact from her, consuming it. The hunger struck him, causing the shadows to recede, but, before she could even gather what was happening, he fled into the darkness, and became lost to her.
He then returned to the pits of Shadow, killing and consuming all that he came across for two thousand years, growing to a massive and bloated proportion. Soon it became known to any supernatural entity that had a familiarity with the fell plane of demons that a great and terrible evil resided within those deepest pits of the Abyss, and woe to any who provoked its wrath or drew its hungry eyes. Here he gained much of his titles, and soon, he felt confident in his power to gain vengeance upon the demon who had cursed him. He lured the great demon lord with dreams of power that awaited within the cursed vale, and tales of treasure of all of the weak who had died to this “so called” menace. The demon soon became enthralled by Amonaroth’s visions, and went forth into the dark woods of that treacherous pit of Shadow. It took little time before he was trapped within Amonaroth’s web, where the massive creature came to torment and devour the demon lord. For two hundred years he was content to hear the vile creature’s screams of agony, before devouring him from the feet-up. Soon, Amonaroth’s power became nigh unmatched, and none dared to dwell near or enter the dark pit.
However, for the White Angel he had left behind, fear was not enough to keep her at bay once she had learned where he dwelled. When she had found her former lover, a bloated, gluttonous monstrosity sitting atop of a shadowy web filled with blood and bone, she felt a mix of pity, disgust, terror, and hate. She brandished her weapon, expecting the creature to attack immediately, but, Amonaroth did not lash out, his hand stayed by love, in spite of the hunger that slowly gnawed at his mind and threatened to drive him mad. Her blade bounced uselessly off of his thick carapace, but never could her blade hope to harm him as greatly as her words.
Thrilled and excited at the sight of his lover, he attempted to weave dark spells over her to win back her mind and bring her back to him. However, her will was too strong, and no spell can truly hope to create real love. Although she was no longer nearly a match for him in any form of combat, her words, honest as they were, wounded his heart, and shattered his pride. His anger and malice rose like boiling bile up his throat, and when he could bear to hear no more, he slew her with on fell swipe. Horrified, shocked, and disgusted with himself, he attempted to leave her body to rot so that he could forget. His self-imposed curse, however, would not be so kind as to let him have respite. Agonizing hunger gripped at him, and it had been so long since he had eaten, since no living being had passed through the pits for nearly five hundred years. He consumed her body, much to his loathing and attempts to resist, and left the pit of Shadow behind.
Although his power was immense, and he had finally obtained vengeance, he was now more alone than he had ever been. His hunger was all that drove him, his only release being to watch event as they unfolded throughout the world. He soon became disgusted with all living AND unliving things, and felt he had no other choice than to correct their ways, or kill them all. Killing them all was faster, certainly, but, he could very well not challenge the ENTIRE host of the Heavens AND all of the other entities that would oppose him openly warring against all Creation. Therefore, he saw it fit to manipulate and dominate other creatures, bending them to his will, posing from anything to a powerful wizard to a mighty god to attract more who were willing, and under his many different guises he was able to escape notice for all of his destructiveness and cruelty. And of course, his thralls were more than willing to satiate his eternal starvation, helping him stay strong and nourished. He has does this for the rest of his long lifespan, quietly observing all of the places where sentient things dwelled, watching patiently, ever so patiently.
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Alias: The Watcher Beneath, He Who Brings The Void, Void Watcher, Void Beast, Dark Weaver, Webmaster, Master of Shadow, The Destroyer, The Consumer, The Devourer, etc., etc.
Sex:Technically male, but, it is not something many would attempt to determine physically.
Sexuality:Heterosexual (Although for the most part he is largely asexual, mating is mostly seen as merely the means for propagation, but, as much as he would deny it, he contains the potential for loving another creature in a heterosexual manner.)
Race:Demon
Powers/Abilities:
· Regenerative Abilities (Disguised, Demonic) (Deep wounds heal in a manner of seconds, fatal wounds in minutes (Although something like the obliteration of an organ take much longer, removal of the heart is as fatal as normal). Powerful holy weapons can stunt regeneration, but not completely negate it.)
· Supernatural Strength (Disguised, Demonic) (In his “disguised” form he is able to pick up and throw cars with ease, and punch through cement. In his true form, it is more than enough to rend, destroy, or smash just about anything that even something of his size would have difficulty destroying.)
· Foul Chitin (Demonic, Partially Disguised) (Amonaroth is covered with a thick, powerful chitin. Mundane weapons have no affect on him, from knives to rocket launchers, if such items are not imbued with a powerful magick or blessed with holy power, they do not harm him. He is extremely resistant to weapons regardless, powerful blessed or magickal armour-piercing weapons can harm him without hindrance. Being an entity of powerful shadow, he is extremely resistant to all but the most powerful Light magicks, so deep is his darkness, and immune to darkness-based attacks and weapons. Should Light ever pierce his veil of shadow, the effects would likely not go unnoticed, but, rare are the creatures who can pierce his Darkness, and even such creatures are susceptible to his Shadow. He is also resistant to fire and heat, being a resident of the Pit, although he holds no love for the flame’s light. The pitch-blackness of the chitin, and the shadowy clouds that surround him make him very difficult to perceive, and in shadows, in spite of his size, he can become undetectable, moving silently in hunt of his prey, much like the creature he is akin to. Amonaroth has far less protection from weapons in his “disguised” form, lacking the thick plates about his flesh. The armour is not without its "chinks", and vulnerable spots lie on his underbelly, where his legs connect to his body, and his mouth.)
· Venomous Bite (Demonic) (Amonaroth’s fangs contain a potent venom that liquefy the creature’s innards slowly over a period of time while contracting their muscles, leaving them paralyzed. Supernatural creatures are resistant to its effects, but are not completely immune. It simply affects them at a much slower rate, taking days to weeks to full finish instead of mere hours. While his "disguised" form is still poisonous, it is no more deadly than a Black Widow, dangerous to humans, but not too much else.)
· Dark Magick (Disguised, Demonic) (Amonaroth is a master of Dark Magick, and with it, can create various blatantly destructive attacks, such as explosions of unholy energy or the rapid decay of flesh, or much more subtle things, such as deepening shadows, causing nightmares, and creating fear. Magick is like a muscle, the more he uses it, the more tired it becomes, and bigger, stronger attacks weaken his mystical reserves more than subtle, hidden spells. Amonaroth rarely resorts to his magick unless he feels his opponent is strong enough or is too dangerous to toy with.
· Shadow Weaving (Disguised, Demonic) (Although this coincides with his Dark Magick, this ability can be used nigh-infinitely. Shadow Weaving is simply creating a dark, black, twisting spider’s web that traps opponents, and becomes stronger and stickier the more one struggles. It is even more resilient than normal spider web, and nothing short of a holy weapon can cut its bonds. However, fire and sudden bursts of light weaken the strands enough so that mundane weapons can pierce it. Like its master, it is resistant to light, but, not nearly as potent in its resistance. The web is nigh invisible in areas with even torchlight, nothing short of pure daylight makes it easily visible to the human eye. Supernatural creatures can perceive it much more easily, seeing its vague glistening. While he has the ability to weave webs in his "disguised" form, it is extremely blatant, and his webs cannot be as large nor extravagant.)
· Shadow Sight (Disguised, Demonic) (Amonaroth can see perfectly in darkness of any kind, be it the complete darkness of night or magickally conjured.)
· Devour (Demonic) (Amonaroth is driven by an extreme need to consume, and can easily devour and digest myriad objects and creatures. However, what separates him from other creatures that do this so willingly, is his ability to devour insubstantial things as well, such as light, souls, spirits, etc. Amonaroth can scarcely use the more unusual facets of this ability in combat i.e., eating magick or attacks launched at him, but, he can easily devour –opponents- during combat, but usually waits until they are poisoned or weakened.
Age: 12,455
Height: 7’2” in “disguised” form, 40’ wide, 60’ long, and 70’ tall at his highest point in his true form, his highest point being the top of his abdomen.
Weight: 325 lbs. in “disguised” form, and well over 125 tons in his true form, looking much more corpulent and overfed.
Occupation: None, would dare to call himself the “True Master” of all.
Weapon(s): While in his “disguised” form he wields a plain old shotgun, and a strange, black long sword hidden underneath his cloak. The sword itself is cursed with dark magick and transfers a less potent version of his own venom. In his true form, he uses his claws, fangs, and magick, and needs no weapons.
Accessories: A plain, featureless black mask that he wears at all times while “disguised”, it should be impossible to see or move at all with this on, but, he can do so with great ease, operating on the vibration of other people’s movements, scent, among other things.
Appearance:
There are two facets to Amonaroth’s appearance. There is his “disguised” persona, put into quotes because it hardly draws attention away from him, although it certainly is not blatantly demonic, and his true form, a hideous aspect of shadow and terror.
The “disguised” appearance takes shape as a large, dark figured cloaked fully in black robes. Not a single piece of his skin shows, all covered with cloaks, capes, gloves, a long cowl, and a black mask. At times, the robes seem to writhe or twist unnaturally, as if something live is crawling around beneath them. His movements are unnaturally smooth for someone of his size, and in spite of his size and obviousness, he seems to easily be able to slip in and out of plain sight with ease. Should he ever be completely decloaked, the experience is maddening to all but the most callous and world-weary of creatures. He appears to be a gaunt, twisted, hideous black creature with the face of a spider, two long, black, greasy tentacles dripping with black ichor sprouting from his upper back, long claws, and hundreds of spiders and other vermin crawling about his form. His face alone is usually enough to kill the faint of heart from shock. In this form, his voice seems far and distant, as if echoing from within, containing an uncomfortable hiss, and being a bit too clear from being spoken from behind a mask.
In his true form, which takes about a full minute or so to transform into between the two forms, he is a gigantic, corpulent spider with a cloud of shadow constantly emanating from him. His many eyes burn a cold, ghastly blue corpse-light, and his thick, armoured form is smooth, black, and pulses slightly between the “chinks”. Four foul tentacles sprout from his midsection, each tipped with a long, blade-like end for rending, slashing, and impaling prey. His eight legs are thick and end in sharp points, more akin to a tarantula than a more spindly type of spider. Tormented spirits can sometimes appear in his shadowy aura, and his maw constantly drips with a foul black venom. His abdomen is nearly thrice the size of his head, a testament to his gluttony, and whilst speaking, he often spews forth gouts of venom or clouds of shadow. This form is also quite maddening to gaze upon, especially for those who already have an inherent fear of arachnids. Even those who do not find themselves stricken with terror, and want nothing more than to leave. Even hardened and world-weary creatures feel an ancient, antediluvian presence hover about them, invoking a slight emotion of fear, but a powerful one of awe. His voice in this form and deep and hideous, containing a tone of ancient knowing, and seems to be coming from several speakers at once, from one maw.
Personality:
Amonaroth is hateful, spiteful, and wants nothing more than to see nearly every creature, demon or not, squirm in agony, or to be fed into his gullet. Even though he can control his rage quite well, his malice pours forth into his every word. His anger is only matched by his sorrow and his will to consume. His rage keeps fear, both supernatural and natural completely at bay.
However, his old age has given him access to knowledge that few know, and even fewer dare to speak of. His intellect is nigh unmatched, and his patience is nearly infinite. He is a manipulator and a schemer, rarely interfering directly with matters unless he feels a great need to do so. He is aware of his blatant nature, and so, relies on pawns and servants to herd his prey into his webs (both literal and metaphorical). Being old as he, he is content to plot and plan for thousands of years if necessary, and thus, is extremely confident in his schemes and manipulation. He pays almost excessive attention to detail, and has yet to overlook even the finest detail that would tarnish his web.
Amonaroth values the life of nothing, everything is prey, and everything is able to be subjugated, manipulated, and consumed, should he desire. He is not arrogant or prideful, but comes off as such due to these attitudes, which he finds no different from many other creatures who do not claim to be arrogant. Amonaroth is also rather alien and detached, often seeming cold and distant, or unaware of what is happening around him (which, in truth, is extremely rare, as Amonaroth is extremely perceptive). He has trouble relating to positive emotions such as Kindness, Love, Mercy, and Joy. His closest emotion to happiness is sadism, and his closest sympathetic quality is sorrow and self-loathing. In the darkest places of his mind, he despises himself more than he despises the creatures he kills. Most of his spite stems from envy and wrath, envy of what the creatures have that he does not, and wrath for what they have done to him.
In spite of this, Amonaroth is a creature who holds to his word, he is true to every word sworn upon. He himself does not know why he feels the need to obey promises or agreements, but, cannot bring himself to ever purposely or willingly break a well-worded promise or contract, especially when made by an ally. If gigantic gaping loopholes exist, he finds it easier to break the promise or contract, but still has an odd difficulty doing so. This is the small, shining light of hope that exists within his shadowy soul, although he would never acknowledge it.
Appealing Characteristics:
· Intelligent and knowledgeable
· Powerful
· Holds true to his word
· Extremely cunning
· Completely without conventional fear.
Appalling Characteristics:
· Filled with hatred and bile unmatched by many.
· Hideous to behold
· Manipulative
· Distant and Awkward
· Ruled by his emotions
Likes:
· Darkness
· Food or feeding
· Pain or agony in others
· Beauty (never would willingly admit)
· Corrupting and destroying beauty (will gladly admit)
· Death
Dislikes:
· Light
· Hope, and another such lofty emotional ideals
· Beauty
· Nearly every living creature
· Himself
Fears:
· Loneliness
· Rejection
· Starvation
· Abandonment
Strengths:
· Chitin and regeneration makes him an extremely powerful opponent in combat, not to mention the size advantage.
· Mastery of dark magick and shadow also make him a powerful threat.
· Intelligent, and can easily predict what many creatures will do next, also making him good at manipulating others.
· In Darkness, he is a nigh-unbeatable foe.
Weaknesses:
· During the daylight hours, his magick is severely weakened. He can manipulate it so that the sky is dimmer or that the sun is faded, but, during the day, his regeneration is nearly halted, and his eyes burn and struggle to see. Sunlight does not directly harm him, but, he despises it, and avoids it at all costs. His dark aura still protects him, but, weakens at a quicker rate.
· Self-hatred and being ruled by emotions subject him to being manipulated as well, although he can see through most ruses, a particularly clever person may not find it hard to bait him into doing a helpful thing or two.
· Utterly bound to well-worded agreements out of a unknowingly self-imposed sense of honour.
· Bigger is not always better, clever fighters can take advantage of his massive size depending on the environment.
· Is in a constant state of hunger and agony, and if deprived of significant sustenance (i.e., meat, flesh, blood, etc, and lots of it) for too long (a week, at most), he quickly goes insane and blindly ignores anything that is not him running up to the nearest chunk of meat and consuming it. While in this frenzied state, he ignores wounds more readily, but cannot use magick of any sort short of launching his webs.
History:
Amonaroth, formerly known as Lucien, was once a demon of great beauty, both in disguise and in true form, albeit still with a love of arachnids and other creatures that crawled. He was powerful, but his mastery over shadow was not near the power where it was at currently. Far too concerned he was with the pursuits of the flesh and lost within his own vanity to care for the study of musty tomes in dark chambers. This period of his life was very short, lasting only a century before it came to a sudden and jarring halt. In his arrogance and vanity, he offended a powerful, but hideous demon lord. The demon beat the self-loving creature to near-death, but saw death as too kind of a fate for this wretched being. In the end, after learning of his love for the arachnids he tended to, he decided it would be fitting that he would be as dejected and hated as that which he loved the most next to himself. He also cursed him to never again take a beautiful form, his hideousness within would be displayed on the outside for eternity. He gave him the name “Amonaroth”, meaning “Foulest One”, and chased him into the shadowy pits where even other demons feared to tread, and left him there to fend for himself.
He did not succumb to death, but, was at first subjected to self-pity and horrible loneliness. In time, the pity turned to sorrow, and the loneliness turned into hate. He delved deeply into the forbidden magicks and discovered much of the darkness. Many things attempted to slay him, but, he would always manage to outwit them, and avoid them for a time. After a thousand years of learning and running, he had gained mastery over his magick, but his form was still far too weak to house it. He was too small, too feeble, and too easily grinded under the heels of others.
His course once again changed, and he escaped the pits of Shadow for a time, and wandered all corners of the Netherworld and the Material Plane. In time, he discovered a female White Angel who safeguarded an artifact of great and cursed power. It caused any who consumed it to become plagued with eternal starvation, however, in return for this curse, it would grant or increase one’s abilities to devour the souls and power of slain creatures, adding it to their own. He coveted the artifact, but knew he was not strong enough to challenge the Angel in combat. So, he walked the path of deceit, weaving powerful shadows over his true nature, and acted as if he took a great interest in her. He concealed his small, pathetic form within swaths of great black cloth, and a mask to hide his face. In time, she succumbed to the poison of his words, until even he himself believed he loved her. Growing distracted from his goal, he was idle for another one hundred years before he remembered his purpose. In the dead of night, when his power was strongest, he veiled her sight and stole the artifact from her, consuming it. The hunger struck him, causing the shadows to recede, but, before she could even gather what was happening, he fled into the darkness, and became lost to her.
He then returned to the pits of Shadow, killing and consuming all that he came across for two thousand years, growing to a massive and bloated proportion. Soon it became known to any supernatural entity that had a familiarity with the fell plane of demons that a great and terrible evil resided within those deepest pits of the Abyss, and woe to any who provoked its wrath or drew its hungry eyes. Here he gained much of his titles, and soon, he felt confident in his power to gain vengeance upon the demon who had cursed him. He lured the great demon lord with dreams of power that awaited within the cursed vale, and tales of treasure of all of the weak who had died to this “so called” menace. The demon soon became enthralled by Amonaroth’s visions, and went forth into the dark woods of that treacherous pit of Shadow. It took little time before he was trapped within Amonaroth’s web, where the massive creature came to torment and devour the demon lord. For two hundred years he was content to hear the vile creature’s screams of agony, before devouring him from the feet-up. Soon, Amonaroth’s power became nigh unmatched, and none dared to dwell near or enter the dark pit.
However, for the White Angel he had left behind, fear was not enough to keep her at bay once she had learned where he dwelled. When she had found her former lover, a bloated, gluttonous monstrosity sitting atop of a shadowy web filled with blood and bone, she felt a mix of pity, disgust, terror, and hate. She brandished her weapon, expecting the creature to attack immediately, but, Amonaroth did not lash out, his hand stayed by love, in spite of the hunger that slowly gnawed at his mind and threatened to drive him mad. Her blade bounced uselessly off of his thick carapace, but never could her blade hope to harm him as greatly as her words.
Thrilled and excited at the sight of his lover, he attempted to weave dark spells over her to win back her mind and bring her back to him. However, her will was too strong, and no spell can truly hope to create real love. Although she was no longer nearly a match for him in any form of combat, her words, honest as they were, wounded his heart, and shattered his pride. His anger and malice rose like boiling bile up his throat, and when he could bear to hear no more, he slew her with on fell swipe. Horrified, shocked, and disgusted with himself, he attempted to leave her body to rot so that he could forget. His self-imposed curse, however, would not be so kind as to let him have respite. Agonizing hunger gripped at him, and it had been so long since he had eaten, since no living being had passed through the pits for nearly five hundred years. He consumed her body, much to his loathing and attempts to resist, and left the pit of Shadow behind.
Although his power was immense, and he had finally obtained vengeance, he was now more alone than he had ever been. His hunger was all that drove him, his only release being to watch event as they unfolded throughout the world. He soon became disgusted with all living AND unliving things, and felt he had no other choice than to correct their ways, or kill them all. Killing them all was faster, certainly, but, he could very well not challenge the ENTIRE host of the Heavens AND all of the other entities that would oppose him openly warring against all Creation. Therefore, he saw it fit to manipulate and dominate other creatures, bending them to his will, posing from anything to a powerful wizard to a mighty god to attract more who were willing, and under his many different guises he was able to escape notice for all of his destructiveness and cruelty. And of course, his thralls were more than willing to satiate his eternal starvation, helping him stay strong and nourished. He has does this for the rest of his long lifespan, quietly observing all of the places where sentient things dwelled, watching patiently, ever so patiently.
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