GrimReaper98
Lord of Altera
Will make a backstory and expand this, As this will be an event character I plan to run later on.
Name:Terrance Rictal
Nickname/Alias: Madman, Psycho, Idiot, other insults etc.
Age:53
Gender:Male
Race: Elven
Height:Around 172 cms
Weight:50kgs
Hair:A dirty blonde with streaks of green
Eyes:A deep purple, his left eye changes under certain circumstances
Skin:Near albino.
Identifying Marks:His patterns of stuttered speech and the way he walks. The slight hunch that could be mistaken for a child looking at their shoes. Also a pair of goggles that have green glass on them.
Appearance:A lean man who looks quite crazed and wears a white coat, splotched with many colors and tints.
Strengths:Reading, experimenting, inventing
Weaknesses and fears: He couldn't hold himself in a fight, ever. Also he is afraid of death, hence his experiments to keep people alive and to value their lives.
Religion and cults: He worships no gods, he believes that they are mere hogwash. Not to be toyed with.
Profession: Criminal, Scientist, Surgeon
Backstory:
The Discovery:
The bloodstained sheets of the bed lie there. A winter's storm brewing on the outside of the wooden shack. A man inside sits there reading, his eyes darting across the room as books lay open around him. A small fire crackling to his left. "I n-n-need t-to s-stop t-this..." Terrance glances to the left as he adjusts the goggles on his head. His painstricken heart ached for his mother. The only person to appreciate his work, his only friend... Terrance studied books about burial and death, grotesque scenes of execution and slaughter on these pages.
Terrance's head darted side to side, his head whirling with ideas and creations. A thing that could reattach limbs? Or maybe something that could make another body for the brain? These ideas were not limited to anything. The third night of studying these books, the idea came to his mind. The birth of reanimation.
Terrance started to collect corpses and tools. Many of them related to things that could be stitches or torture devices, one couldn't tell. The corpses piled in his basement. The carcasses of cows and pigs would rot away in the damp passage under his house. Spiders and flies festering in these wonderful, sickly homes. So the experiments began. Sick, twisted acts of binding and sewing, cuttings and amputations. Many failed inhumane-like things were thrown out. Pigs attached to cow bodies, rabbits with horse feet. It was the bloodiest thing he had ever done.
Terrance was an inventor though, he created small machines and mechanisms that could be used to do many things. Especially the invention of a hole that shoots out boiling water. Terrance loved that machine, so many mutilated subjects were left in it's wake. He was also an outlaw for a short period of time, making small pots of water that would explode eventually, scarring his victims indefinitely. He also nearly broke through with a machine that fired balls of fire. But that resulted in him being exiled from his town. So it was never finished
Name:Terrance Rictal
Nickname/Alias: Madman, Psycho, Idiot, other insults etc.
Age:53
Gender:Male
Race: Elven
Height:Around 172 cms
Weight:50kgs
Hair:A dirty blonde with streaks of green
Eyes:A deep purple, his left eye changes under certain circumstances
Skin:Near albino.
Identifying Marks:His patterns of stuttered speech and the way he walks. The slight hunch that could be mistaken for a child looking at their shoes. Also a pair of goggles that have green glass on them.
Appearance:A lean man who looks quite crazed and wears a white coat, splotched with many colors and tints.
Strengths:Reading, experimenting, inventing
Weaknesses and fears: He couldn't hold himself in a fight, ever. Also he is afraid of death, hence his experiments to keep people alive and to value their lives.
Religion and cults: He worships no gods, he believes that they are mere hogwash. Not to be toyed with.
Profession: Criminal, Scientist, Surgeon
Backstory:
The Discovery:
The bloodstained sheets of the bed lie there. A winter's storm brewing on the outside of the wooden shack. A man inside sits there reading, his eyes darting across the room as books lay open around him. A small fire crackling to his left. "I n-n-need t-to s-stop t-this..." Terrance glances to the left as he adjusts the goggles on his head. His painstricken heart ached for his mother. The only person to appreciate his work, his only friend... Terrance studied books about burial and death, grotesque scenes of execution and slaughter on these pages.
Terrance's head darted side to side, his head whirling with ideas and creations. A thing that could reattach limbs? Or maybe something that could make another body for the brain? These ideas were not limited to anything. The third night of studying these books, the idea came to his mind. The birth of reanimation.
Terrance started to collect corpses and tools. Many of them related to things that could be stitches or torture devices, one couldn't tell. The corpses piled in his basement. The carcasses of cows and pigs would rot away in the damp passage under his house. Spiders and flies festering in these wonderful, sickly homes. So the experiments began. Sick, twisted acts of binding and sewing, cuttings and amputations. Many failed inhumane-like things were thrown out. Pigs attached to cow bodies, rabbits with horse feet. It was the bloodiest thing he had ever done.
Terrance was an inventor though, he created small machines and mechanisms that could be used to do many things. Especially the invention of a hole that shoots out boiling water. Terrance loved that machine, so many mutilated subjects were left in it's wake. He was also an outlaw for a short period of time, making small pots of water that would explode eventually, scarring his victims indefinitely. He also nearly broke through with a machine that fired balls of fire. But that resulted in him being exiled from his town. So it was never finished
