Rainspattered
2006-11-27, 11:10 PM
Emaciated Avenger
Indigo is the blurred line between the colours of Blue and Violet on the rainbow; the colour that falls in the crevace between Intellect and Madness, Tears and Royalty. In this void, there is mystery and darkness. A colour without the brightness of blue or vibrancy of purple. A small section of the visual spectrum, ignored in the minds of all but those who have truly gazed into its depths. Those who have fallen into that mysterious void and know its mysteries.
They return with eyes affixed to that small slice of the spectrum, gazing into it with so singular a fixation as to be deemed madness. They have gazed into the mysteries of the universe, verily fallen through them, and now they want to understand. All else is immaterial to them, unimportant. They disdain the material world, for only in a select few patterns of light and the souls of a few individuals can they find the answers they seek; food, water, physical concerns do not trouble them. It is what one cannot feel that they seek, knowledge beyond the ken of all other mortal beings; the answers to the one gap in the understanding of the smartest wizard or the wisest priest.
Their obsession has left them physically and mentally twisted. Their desire is so all-encompassing some would call it madness, their care for the physical requirements of the world have been gone for so long their bodies more closely remember long-dead corpses preserved from rotting and living members of their species. Their skin has lost most colour, turning an ironic indigo-white from the pallor and malnourished blood that rests, almost stationary, in their veins. Any non-essential organs have vanished from their bodies, any essential organs shrinking to their minimum size to keep the horrific being they inhabit alive. Muscle and fat are non-existant on Emaciated Avengers, their skin is so frail and vacant as to be nearly translucent. Their very bones slowly thin, withering away within the uncaring body of the Emaciated Avenger.
In personality, Emaciated Avengers strongly give off their aura of madness; cold and unfeeling in their devotion to solving the Indigo Mysteries, yet still full of the fury and quick anger that allowed them to see into the Indigo Void in the first place. The only way one may find out the existance of the Indigo Void is to be forced, through some terrible, unimaginable emotional trauma, to see into that hopeless void between any colour that offers a shred of hope or knowledge to cling to in a pit of mystery that exemplifies the essential unknown that forms the strongest fear of all sentient beings. They touch the very face of primal fear to find the understanding that every civilization has missed on its path to greatness, the one secret left in all of the cosmos.
Love, duty, honour, good, and many other such noble causes are the hallmarks of beings before they become Emaciated Avengers. Some catastrophe occurs of such great emotional trauma as to desroy the very fabric of their reality, taking away everything they knew in one crushing blow. This utter lack of knowledge and understanding is hopeless, terrifying, depressing, and painful, until one goal reaches out to the fragmented recessed of their minds; get out. Beat it. Understand. Know again. The Emaciated Avenger is often in a coma or catatonic until his trance ends with this goal to defeat the mystery, surmount the challenge arrives in their minds, though they sometimes fall into in states of deep depression or psychosis and hallucination instead of catatonia.
The rationale behind an Emaciated Avenger's goal varries, but his dedication is absolute; one may begin as any alignment, but one will gladly break the boundaries of one's alignment if doing so would further the quest. A few of the more functional Emaciated Avengers have become clerics dedicated to Gods of Knowledge or Secrets in the hope that this path will give them faster answers. Others have been known to become monks, seeking enlightenment. Many follow their former class, or one close to it, believing they stand the best chance of reaching their goal if they use the skills they already possess.
Wise and Intelligent beyond most mortal beings, Emaciated Avengers' bodies are horribly dessicated and are able to move only through sheer force of willpower. Due to their unnatural, insurmountable devotion to this secret, they are able to resist death that should come to them more certainly than most others, and their mental fury is equally terrifying and deadly as the musclebound rage of a barbarian.
Indigo is the blurred line between the colours of Blue and Violet on the rainbow; the colour that falls in the crevace between Intellect and Madness, Tears and Royalty. In this void, there is mystery and darkness. A colour without the brightness of blue or vibrancy of purple. A small section of the visual spectrum, ignored in the minds of all but those who have truly gazed into its depths. Those who have fallen into that mysterious void and know its mysteries.
They return with eyes affixed to that small slice of the spectrum, gazing into it with so singular a fixation as to be deemed madness. They have gazed into the mysteries of the universe, verily fallen through them, and now they want to understand. All else is immaterial to them, unimportant. They disdain the material world, for only in a select few patterns of light and the souls of a few individuals can they find the answers they seek; food, water, physical concerns do not trouble them. It is what one cannot feel that they seek, knowledge beyond the ken of all other mortal beings; the answers to the one gap in the understanding of the smartest wizard or the wisest priest.
Their obsession has left them physically and mentally twisted. Their desire is so all-encompassing some would call it madness, their care for the physical requirements of the world have been gone for so long their bodies more closely remember long-dead corpses preserved from rotting and living members of their species. Their skin has lost most colour, turning an ironic indigo-white from the pallor and malnourished blood that rests, almost stationary, in their veins. Any non-essential organs have vanished from their bodies, any essential organs shrinking to their minimum size to keep the horrific being they inhabit alive. Muscle and fat are non-existant on Emaciated Avengers, their skin is so frail and vacant as to be nearly translucent. Their very bones slowly thin, withering away within the uncaring body of the Emaciated Avenger.
In personality, Emaciated Avengers strongly give off their aura of madness; cold and unfeeling in their devotion to solving the Indigo Mysteries, yet still full of the fury and quick anger that allowed them to see into the Indigo Void in the first place. The only way one may find out the existance of the Indigo Void is to be forced, through some terrible, unimaginable emotional trauma, to see into that hopeless void between any colour that offers a shred of hope or knowledge to cling to in a pit of mystery that exemplifies the essential unknown that forms the strongest fear of all sentient beings. They touch the very face of primal fear to find the understanding that every civilization has missed on its path to greatness, the one secret left in all of the cosmos.
Love, duty, honour, good, and many other such noble causes are the hallmarks of beings before they become Emaciated Avengers. Some catastrophe occurs of such great emotional trauma as to desroy the very fabric of their reality, taking away everything they knew in one crushing blow. This utter lack of knowledge and understanding is hopeless, terrifying, depressing, and painful, until one goal reaches out to the fragmented recessed of their minds; get out. Beat it. Understand. Know again. The Emaciated Avenger is often in a coma or catatonic until his trance ends with this goal to defeat the mystery, surmount the challenge arrives in their minds, though they sometimes fall into in states of deep depression or psychosis and hallucination instead of catatonia.
The rationale behind an Emaciated Avenger's goal varries, but his dedication is absolute; one may begin as any alignment, but one will gladly break the boundaries of one's alignment if doing so would further the quest. A few of the more functional Emaciated Avengers have become clerics dedicated to Gods of Knowledge or Secrets in the hope that this path will give them faster answers. Others have been known to become monks, seeking enlightenment. Many follow their former class, or one close to it, believing they stand the best chance of reaching their goal if they use the skills they already possess.
Wise and Intelligent beyond most mortal beings, Emaciated Avengers' bodies are horribly dessicated and are able to move only through sheer force of willpower. Due to their unnatural, insurmountable devotion to this secret, they are able to resist death that should come to them more certainly than most others, and their mental fury is equally terrifying and deadly as the musclebound rage of a barbarian.