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Novy Tarvis and Ceratias-Sheathe; A Cheery and Violent Sociopath
Topic Started: Oct 3 2010, 09:30 PM (517 Views)
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Name- Novy Tarvis

Age- 27 Years

Gender- Male

Sexuality- Hetero

Appearance- Novy is a rather haggard looking individual, appearing to be much older than he actually is. He is of somewhat tall, 6’1”, and weighs roughly 170 pounds. Novy is firm in stature and strikes an imposing form, partially due to his shaven skull appearing as though it were nothing more than a patchwork of scarred tissue. His nose is crooked and hooked, as it has been broken numerous times without any effort on Novy’s part to let it heal properly. His eyes are a cold, icy blue, and it is not often that he blinks. Those that are forced to associate with Novy for an extended period of time find it difficult to main eye-contact with him, as the orbs appear to seethe with contempt and loathing. Though this is not necessarily the case; appearances can be quite deceiving.

Novy’s skin possesses a waxy quality and appears to be drawn tautly across his wide frame. Like his face, much of his body is covered in scars and fresh wounds, many self-inflicted. The majority of these scars find origin in his nails, which are filed to sharp points. He is also muscular, but not grotesquely so. Rather, Novy is of an athletic build, but his upper torso seems shrunken in comparison to his long, lean legs. The majority of his height comes from his oddly proportioned lower body. However, most passerbys pay little if any attention to the shape of his body, as his filth-encrusted garments draw weary glances that quickly turn away in disgust. Novy has worn the same tattered tunic, slacks and vest for the past three years whether rain or shine. His feet are bare and look as though they belong to someone of a darker complexion, being coated in three years worth of muck.

In more recent times, Novy has taken to regularly bathing himself instead of allowing grime to accumulate on his person. The sudden urge to take pride in himself reflects his newly found rank and glory among his Tainted brethren. Always one to flaunt his success with royal indignation, the man finds it necessary to clothe himself in better clothing than the same rags he word when he first left his village. Frequently, Novy dresses in what he refers to as his "royal battle garb," which mostly consists of a semi-clean shirt, vest, trousers, and light armor. Although most recognize his lack of true royal clothing, Novy believes that it is regal enough for his linens to not have holes in them. He even allowed his dear Isil to fashion a holster for his mighty war hammer (The Headsploder) so that he may rack it on his back in times of peace (or relative peace).

Novy wears no jewelry to speak of, but keeps one disturbing trinket on his person at all times. Fastened tightly to his belt by various chains is the severed head of his (obviously) deceased wife. The head has been part of his ensemble for three years, just as every piece of it has been. By now, it is nothing more than highly polished bone, maintaining no similarities to its once living owner. Novy cherishes his perished wife’s skull above anything in the world and wrongly maintains that it is an excellent conversation piece.

With his graduation, Novy was forced to do the unthinkable and desecrate his once darling wife's only remains. No longer consumed by her voice, Novy went about his way, caring more for his appearance than he did previously. Now possessed by only his own controlling voice, Novy allows himself to dress in any manner he so chooses. However, this is mostly to compensate for the hole he now feels inside. He may not outwardly reflect the inner pain, but he desperately attempts to fill the crushing emptiness within with a vast array of new armor and clothing. Depression often leads Novy to hide himself away to try on new clothes, convincing himself that he doesn't hear her voice any longer.

Personality- Although appearing to hide the darkest and most vile secrets of the world, Novy is of a most sunny disposition. Before his descent into madness, he was similarly cheery, but with a less homicidal edge about him. A wide, toothy smile is incessantly plastered to his gruesome face, no matter what lay before him. Novy is an absent-minded gentleman, prone to staring off into the distance, thinking about anything from bunnies, to murder, or even murderous bunnies. It is during these reveries that Novy inflicts his wounds. In his daze, he becomes most immune to pain and idly claws at his body, not realizing or caring about the damage he is causing himself.

Novy believes himself to be a well-liked and charismatic individual. He is always ready to strike up a conversation with a stranger, who isn’t likely to want to return the favor. Most people have an understanding of what personal space is and not to violate the bubbles of others. Novy is unaware of such norms, and if he did, would probably dismiss them as being for the weak. He does not appear to be aware of the awful reek he emits, and he vehemently denies the existence of things such as “bathing,” whatever that is.

Despite the cheery outward appearance, inside Novy waits a heartless killer. Having become quite mad, Novy is no stranger to resorting to extreme violence when he believes himself to have been wronged. His violent nature further makes him an unsavory individual to associate with because there is clearly dried blood caked on his clothing at all times. Novy sees no correlation between his outbursts of violence and his lack of friends. However, he is not too concerned, because he’s certain that his wife’s skull still regularly converses with him on the subject of their marriage and bright future together. Now, Novy keeps his magenta crystal hidden within his deceased wife's skull. It amuses him to no end that the spherical crystal fits snugly in her right eye socket. With it there, their conversations begin to seem all the more real to Novy.

Now an adoptive father and Tainted commander, Novy attempts to compose himself with a bit more dignity than he previous choose to utilize. Still, he wishes not to be taken so seriously by his underlings, and wishes to appear as the friendliest of the high-ranking Taints. Lessening his random outbursts of violence and shrieking, Novy tries to compose himself as a father and lover to Jonna and Isil respectively. His grip on sanity and reality are much more powerful in recent times, his new family often anchoring him to the present. He has little time to think of his past and the desperate depression that often creeps in with it. If anything, Novy has become more inwardly melancholy, despite his insistence to the otherwise.

Novy is not one to share his feelings, trusting very few to become close to him. As he sees it, no one experienced the pain he once knew, so none can understand it. He takes strides to open to others when the moment strikes him, but he is besieged by a crippling fear of rejection. Due to this, Novy makes very few close relationships, especially with other Tainted. Despite his trepidation, Novy has still found a family to call his own, finally attempting to truly fill the void in his soul.

Rank- Sheathe/Unholy Pirate King of the Seas

History- Novy was not always the hideous serial-killing machine he is currently known as. He was once a young farmer with a beautiful wife and plenty of land to his name. The couple had married when he was 17 and she was 16; they had known each other since their youth. Novy and his bride had lived peacefully together for five years before their life took a turn for the worse. The year had been harsh to Novy’s crops, so harsh that not a thing would grow. Without crops, the couple had no one to sustain themselves or the farm. It was through his crops and livestock that Novy was able to barter for other goods and services in the nearby villages. Most understood the difficult situation the Tarvis family was in, but there were those that believed Novy to be nothing more than an inadequate farmer who was attempting to cheat them. The stress was too much for Novy to bear as the months bled through his fingers. The inability to care for himself or his wife began to wear away at Novy’s nerves and it wasn’t long before he became more and more detached from reality.

It had been several weeks since anyone had heard anything from the couple, nor had they been seen visiting any nearby towns to barter. A small group of friends and family soon took it upon themselves to visit the couple and help through the harrowing times they faced. They arrived at the farm mid-afternoon to discover that what animals were left had been slaughtered gruesomely. Fearing raiders had assaulted the isolated farm, the group rushed around the property in search of Novy and his bride. The local sheriff was the first to discover Novy. He was inside the farmhouse’s bedroom, cradling his wife’s severed head, mumbling incoherently to it.

The rest of the gathered friends and family responded quickly to the sheriff’s screams of terror, but upon their arrival to the house, Novy was nowhere to be found. The sheriff was found dead in the bedroom, along with the body of Novy’s wife. They searched the makeshift abattoir in search of clues, but only managed to find a hastily scrawled note that read: “No worries now.” After two years of absence, Novy reappeared in the village carrying on as though nothing had happened at the farm. His appearance had changed so drastically to what it is now, that no one could bear to confront him about his actions. For the past year, Novy has lived quietly in the same cottage that he committed his crimes, emerging only to make an occasional attempt at socializing with those he was once close to.

Most the townsfolk try their hardest to avoid contact with Novy, but he is oblivious to their obvious trepidation. When he is not spending “quality time” with his “wife,” Novy spends time at a local bar, the Slaughtered Ewe. The townsfolk began to become weary of a clearly detached murderer living amongst them. The parson believed it his rightful duty to speak to Novy, and have him repent for what he had done. Once, and only once did the parson attempted to speak with Novy in an effort to bring him back to reality, but this only seemed to further detach the poor man from the sane world. It was during their discussion, that Novy discovered what he believed to be the most efficient way to deal with a nuisance: murder. The parson was not seen for several days after his visit to Novy’s farmstead. The days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. It was painfully obvious to everyone what had happened to the poor man, but no one wished to suffer the same fate. Since then, Novy has been allowed to exist quietly in his cottage.

Ever since the introduction of a massive white dragon into his life, Novy has not been able to exist peacefully. The two constantly find themselves on the move, as a massive alabaster dragon that continues to grow isn't exactly conducive to remaining anonymous. All the same, Novy appreciates his newfound company, Ceratias tends to actually reply aloud, much unlike his wife. Novy is forced to imagine his wife's responses based off his addled memories of her. In fact, Novy has grown quite fond of Ceratias; she constantly eats any "evidence" his normal behaviors would leave behind. If anything, the dragon had merely increased his killing capacity. Together, the two make a formidable and violent duo, a duo that often bickers and calls one another foul names.

As the months have trickled into well over a year, Novy and Ceratias find one another more pleasing than they did previously. Now massive, Cera does not appreciate the snide and often childish remarks that her partner once heaped upon her. Recognizing his monster's disdain and size, Novy has taken great strides in changing his overall attitude. Showing more respect to his bonded has allowed Novy to branch out to others, quicker now to offer an insane compliment than threat. Finally respecting one another, the pair has grown more efficient with each passing day. Conversations flit between the two without a single word uttered, each knowing the other's plans and tactics. Understanding one another so intimately has led to the pair's efficient killing tactics, allowing them to climb to the rank of Sheathe, one carcass at a time.

Amid the warfare and bloodshed, chance happened to bestow Novy with the thing he wanted most in life: a family. Within close proximity to one another, the shark-toothed fiend met Isil and Jonna. In Isil, he found a lover, another half to the desperately alone soul. While Jonna gifted him the daughter he prayed for during his days of sanity. Each won his heart in differing respects. Isil stole Novy's love through her unmatched bloodlust and creativity in killing their enemies. Jonna, on the other hand, stumbled by accident into his path shortly after he finally broke free of the guilt from killing his first wife. Alone and broken, Novy discovered a feral child and immediately set about earning her trust, hoping to fulfill his desired role as a father. After several tumultuous weeks, the group finally formed a family proper. Together, the trio creates a devilishly evil group with questionable eating habits.

The war, strangely enough, brought Novy nothing but joy. Able to work out his violent and psychotic aggression, Novy left a mountain of bodies in his wake, a violent achievement which he and his bonded a series of promotions through the Tainted Hierarchy. Now, nearly at the top, Novy and Ceratias revel in their power, often abusing it for their amusement, though there aren't too many casualties. Given Ceratias's penchant for water, Novy saw it fit to declare themselves the Supreme God-Emperors of the sea, a role currently unchallenged by the masses.

Pet(s)- None, he'd probably eat them within an hour or two.

The Dragon

Name- Ceratias

Age- 2 Years

Gender- Female

Element- Abyssal

Appearance- As an abyssal, Ceratias is a pale white and serpentine dragon. As each day passes, she continues to grow, becoming larger and more difficult to handle. Much to Novy’s chagrin, the once small wyrm is now far too large and heavy to rest comfortably on his shoulders, or sleep in his lap. Rather, the size is beginning to shift in what he would hope his favor; however, she continues to refuse to allow Novy to ride on her as she once did on him. Despite her constant rudeness, Novy often finds himself entranced by her disgusting beauty, her many eyes and pale scales are capable of keeping him silently amused when he isn’t discussing important matters with his wife’s skull.

Just as with Novy, Ceratias possesses a circular and magenta on her person at all times. However, unlike Novy, who simply stuck the crystal in a skull, Cera is permanently fused with her crystal. The dark stone is permanently jutting from the center of her collar bone. The crystal’s color matches her sinister eyes, each appearing to hide something darker and truly evil inside. Despite her apparent evil nature, Cera carries her long and coiling self in a playful manner. She does this possibly to appear non-threatening to the unsuspecting, or simply because her moronic bonded partner’s nature has begun to rub off on her.

Having grown greatly in size as she ages, Ceratias strikes a truly horrifying form. Coils upon coils twirl in heaps upon the ground as she propels herself at speeds most excessive for a creature her size. Yet, the massive size has done little to boost her waning confidence. She finds herself the most beauteous of all Abyssals, a claim she will frequently boast when any "sisters" are present. Still, her size and exaltation of beauty only masks the crippling fear she feels within. Much like her partner, Cera hides a great deal of her emotions, hardly confiding in Novy, let alone any others. Much of this concern stems from her stubby, useless wings. The more she grows, the more useless the wings become. Often, while Novy rests near her, Ceratias contemplates chewing the wings off with her buzz-saw flower petal-mouth, but often resists. Only barely.

Personality- Where Novy is violent in both his actions and personality, Ceratias is a complete foil to her partner. She is a calm and calculating creature, able to tactfully plot how to kill someone in the most painful and secretive way. Cera finds herself incessantly frustrated by Novy’s simplistic and aggressive nature. She would sooner study a target’s patterns for days on end before striking. Despite their difference of opinion when it comes to planning, they share a very common ground in their relish for violence. Ceratias completely abandons her cautious tactics once she coils herself around her prey. From there on out, she relishes every moment and she slowly drains the life from her victims. Much to Cera’s amusement, Novy often stands nearby and chastises the helpless and dying while his dragon coils about them tighter. She is truly an evil creature on the inside, but Novy is truly insane, and together, they work out just fine.

As the time has continued to pass, Novy’s carefree nature continues to rub off on the young dragon. At first she resisted it greatly; knowing too drastic a change in her behavior would heavily negate her effectiveness in killing. But the two are forced to spend every waking moment with each other, and it was only a matter of time until Novy’s carefree nature began to change her outlook on life. However, she came to learn that by relaxing, she can further enjoy her killing. Novy seemed to be incessantly lucky, and although the pair had faced many dangerous situations, his hard headed nature and penchant for stabbing things had protected the duo more times than not. Although they at first seemed to be incompatible, they have begrudgingly come to respect and tolerate one another. Time can only further force them to like each other as time progresses.

Having achieved such a high-rank within Tainted society, Ceratias speaks with a lofty air befitting of such a beautiful wyrm. Her inner fears and self-doubt continue to drive her exterior actions. Quick to lose temper with younger dragons, Ceratias has become known for her violent outbursts, amusing, given Novy's mellowing demeanor. Still, she hides her pain from others, refusing to ever let another soul know her pain. She longs for her swims, hoping to find a worthy male to confide in, knowing full well she's just as likely to kill the mate should he prove weak in her many, glistening eyes.
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