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Current Character Description - Serpiente
Serpiente was once programmed to do the bidding for the Church of Strife. After the fall of Strife, with no purpose, he intentionally deactivated himself... Until he was found yet again and reprogrammed by the leaders of Long Death. Now, as a mindless servant to the hierarchy of Long Death he has found a new purpose in his mechanical life... To inflict the most pain to sentient lifeforms as possible.
K.M.D.R.
Imitidoras couldnt help but giggle at his good fortune. In the time since the old church had been disbanded he had been having a bit of fun going from town to town and feeding upon whomever he wanted. Of course, his undead state also gave him a few fetishes, fetishes that he had been indulging in, in the most macabre manner. Yet, in the past few months he had begun to grow bored with his immortality. It was just dumb luck that Serpiente had clanked his way back into his life.
Ah, now there was a creature that Imitidoras could not stand. He had never understood why the leadership took it in. Always with the ROGER, 10-4, BEEP BEEP and so on, how it had driven him crazy.
Yet now, realizing that Serpiente could be his pet priest, well that was something that suited Imitidorass needs just fine. In a world void of a family for protection, having a creature throwing heals your way could be quite useful.
And so what was disjointed chaos has now become a team of abomination. And the pair worked this way for quite awhile, destroying everything that came within their path. Imitidoras pulling the strings, and Serpiente an unknowing patsy.
Then one day, deciding to murder some New Thalos guards, the duo started marching, they made it past the Crossroads when Serpientes keen optical scanners identified a person or thing in the far distance, crawling, trying to get to a city, possibly for help.
Imitidoras, seeing the possibility to indulge in his disgusting sense of fun decided to scout it out, while Serpiente scanned from the rear.
He moved in ever so slowly, and saw something that made his little undead heart flutter. What appeared to be a heavily scarred and bloody emaciated human, trying to claw his way to New Thalos and ultimately life.
Ah cooed the lich. What do we have here, poor little traveler trying to eek the strength to survive? Well well well, let little Imitidoras give you a hand. And with that the devilish lich put out his hand, fully intending to end this miserable creatures life.
The man, seeing the offering of help, also lifted his hand and then GRIPPED IMITIDORAS WRIST WITH A DEATH GRIP. The lich squeaked out a scream of surpise as he watched the dying man stand up, cast off the burnt flesh that was so coyly taped to him and stand up to reveal what he truly was, a Heucuva. With a dry laugh, the undead creature RIPPED OFF IMITIDORAS ARM AND SCREAMED TO THEKY S, BLOODY
BLOODY LIMB IN HAND.
What he actually screamed, Imitidoras could not say, because he was too busy lying on the ground, holding the stump that once held in place his arm. The last thing he remembered was Serpiente clanking up and intoning in his monotone amplifier, THREAT IDENTIFIED: ZERATUL.
And with that terrifying image, he went unconscious.
Ah, now there was a creature that Imitidoras could not stand. He had never understood why the leadership took it in. Always with the ROGER, 10-4, BEEP BEEP and so on, how it had driven him crazy.
Yet now, realizing that Serpiente could be his pet priest, well that was something that suited Imitidorass needs just fine. In a world void of a family for protection, having a creature throwing heals your way could be quite useful.
And so what was disjointed chaos has now become a team of abomination. And the pair worked this way for quite awhile, destroying everything that came within their path. Imitidoras pulling the strings, and Serpiente an unknowing patsy.
Then one day, deciding to murder some New Thalos guards, the duo started marching, they made it past the Crossroads when Serpientes keen optical scanners identified a person or thing in the far distance, crawling, trying to get to a city, possibly for help.
Imitidoras, seeing the possibility to indulge in his disgusting sense of fun decided to scout it out, while Serpiente scanned from the rear.
He moved in ever so slowly, and saw something that made his little undead heart flutter. What appeared to be a heavily scarred and bloody emaciated human, trying to claw his way to New Thalos and ultimately life.
Ah cooed the lich. What do we have here, poor little traveler trying to eek the strength to survive? Well well well, let little Imitidoras give you a hand. And with that the devilish lich put out his hand, fully intending to end this miserable creatures life.
The man, seeing the offering of help, also lifted his hand and then GRIPPED IMITIDORAS WRIST WITH A DEATH GRIP. The lich squeaked out a scream of surpise as he watched the dying man stand up, cast off the burnt flesh that was so coyly taped to him and stand up to reveal what he truly was, a Heucuva. With a dry laugh, the undead creature RIPPED OFF IMITIDORAS ARM AND SCREAMED TO THEKY S, BLOODY
BLOODY LIMB IN HAND.
What he actually screamed, Imitidoras could not say, because he was too busy lying on the ground, holding the stump that once held in place his arm. The last thing he remembered was Serpiente clanking up and intoning in his monotone amplifier, THREAT IDENTIFIED: ZERATUL.
And with that terrifying image, he went unconscious.
Causation
KILL. DESTROY. MURDER. RAPE.
These were the tenants that Serpiente lived by, while he adhered to the laws of Cyric. These were the simple mandates that were programmed into his mind by the Churchs leadership. Unfortuantly, unlike sentient beings, who are able to forget mandates and start anew, Serpiente was not reprogrammed. This has led to a significant backlash in his archaic CPU and meager kobold mind.
Thus, in the years since the crash of the old churchs, Serpiente had been wandering aimlessly, carrying out his mandates as he saw fit, with a reckless abandon that saw the deaths of mothers, fathers, children, brothers and sisters. The joy of the kill would satiate his desire for the family he had lost, but only momentarily. Then the backlash from his confusion would deepen into an all-consuming rage.
One day he wandered into a small sleepy hamlet, complete with thatched huts, a small school and a beautiful stream running through the middle. His mind smiled at the thought of all the lives he would ruin this day. He prepared himself and entered,,, yet there was no one in the town,,,upon further inspection he found bodies everywhere, bodies with pierced necks and pale sickly white skin.
Serpiente was combat engineered and knew this enemy well. A lich had beaten him. He loaded the programs necessary to destroy this enemy and proceeded with caution.
When he entered the church he saw one of the most macabre scenes his optical scanners had ever witnessed. Pieces of the priests and clergymen hung from the walls like makeshift banners, bones were used as decorations and it even appeared someone had been using the eyeballs for a game of marbles. Most horrible of all was the tell-tale signs of recent necrophilism.
In the middle of all this carnage sat a lone figure, legs crossed, patiently looking at Serpiente. As Serpiente approached his recognition software started to cross-reference the facial features of the figure. Small, lithe, maybe 3 feet tall, pale skin, and always that grin. Imitidoras.
Joy. Happiness. Two emotions that rarely flash through his CPU and brain are finally recognized. Yes, someone from the old family, someone who could relate. Imitidoras also recognizing his old comrade in arms was immediately taken aback. Finally, someone to ruin lives with.
KILL. DESTROY. MURDER. RAPE.
These were the tenants that Serpiente lived by, while he adhered to the laws of Cyric. These were the simple mandates that were programmed into his mind by the Churchs leadership. Unfortuantly, unlike sentient beings, who are able to forget mandates and start anew, Serpiente was not reprogrammed. This has led to a significant backlash in his archaic CPU and meager kobold mind.
Thus, in the years since the crash of the old churchs, Serpiente had been wandering aimlessly, carrying out his mandates as he saw fit, with a reckless abandon that saw the deaths of mothers, fathers, children, brothers and sisters. The joy of the kill would satiate his desire for the family he had lost, but only momentarily. Then the backlash from his confusion would deepen into an all-consuming rage.
One day he wandered into a small sleepy hamlet, complete with thatched huts, a small school and a beautiful stream running through the middle. His mind smiled at the thought of all the lives he would ruin this day. He prepared himself and entered,,, yet there was no one in the town,,,upon further inspection he found bodies everywhere, bodies with pierced necks and pale sickly white skin.
Serpiente was combat engineered and knew this enemy well. A lich had beaten him. He loaded the programs necessary to destroy this enemy and proceeded with caution.
When he entered the church he saw one of the most macabre scenes his optical scanners had ever witnessed. Pieces of the priests and clergymen hung from the walls like makeshift banners, bones were used as decorations and it even appeared someone had been using the eyeballs for a game of marbles. Most horrible of all was the tell-tale signs of recent necrophilism.
In the middle of all this carnage sat a lone figure, legs crossed, patiently looking at Serpiente. As Serpiente approached his recognition software started to cross-reference the facial features of the figure. Small, lithe, maybe 3 feet tall, pale skin, and always that grin. Imitidoras.
Joy. Happiness. Two emotions that rarely flash through his CPU and brain are finally recognized. Yes, someone from the old family, someone who could relate. Imitidoras also recognizing his old comrade in arms was immediately taken aback. Finally, someone to ruin lives with.
KILL. DESTROY. MURDER. RAPE.
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