HELOVIA || The Way to the Sun - Profile of Gashad

the Rift

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Gashad

Deceased

Species: Hybrid

Gender: Stallion

Age: 30+

Height: 21hh

You can fight and all of you will die
or you can not fight, in which case only most of you will die.

Gashad [Ga-shad] the Vile

Age: 30+ ('died' 12 yo)
Gender: Stallion
Race: Equine x Bat
Breed: Shire mutt
Height: 21 hh (2m 14cm)
Color: Black
Wings: Bat wings, no membrane. Incapable of flight
Eyes: No eyes, empty sockets
Hooves: Black, solid
Mane: No mane
Tail: Slightly long, bone. Used to be covered in hair
Markings: Silver floral patterns on all major bones and ribs.

Passive magic: Undead. Can only be killed if all the bones are incinerated by dragon fire.

He is a demon from the Abyss, a twisted and deranged result of the polluted magical residue gathering within the forbidden realm. Indeed, Gashad is a true child of the Rift. His body, once swollen with muscle, sleek ebony hide and whipping locks, has been reduced by age and decay to a blackened skeleton of gargantuan proportions, elaborately carved and chiseled with floral patterns and inlaid with glittering silver. The bones are overlaid with a soft velvet fuzz, carefully coated with glue and dusted with silken residue until no hard surface can be seen; a tiresome process, yet thoroughly maintained for reasons as of yet unknown.

From the hollows of the shoulder bones a massive pair of wings erupt; once they were useful, thundering against the wind as vast feather-coated membranes connected each finger - but now only bones remain, eerie and clattering, tipped with vicious claws neither sharp nor precise. He was able to fly once, with rather more agility and grace than was ever shown on the ground, but since the membranes rotted away he has remained on the ground, disbelieving the possibility that the wings might carry him still. Of the elegant, plumed tail nothing remain but the sorry rattle of jet-black bone, a wagging whip reaching just past the hocks. It is of little use now, serving only to convey moods and underline words. The feathered fan has long since scattered to the winds - no biters with self respect would ever deign to sup on the withering hip-bones anyway.

Ungainly and clumsy, slow yet stubborn and persistent, he is as comical and pitiful in his meager appearance as he is terrifying and impossible, horrible enormity.

There's never a guarantee of coming back
But passing on, that's dead certain

The trick is living with yourself forever

Hungry :: Greedy :: Self-indulgent :: Cruel :: Humoristic :: Sadistic :: Affable ::

A true manifestation of the chaotic madness that is the Rift. An essence of the mad gods, a child born of evil, death and corrupted magic. He is tainted, broken, a shattered vessel where sanity leaks like dripping water, teetering on the edge of oblivion, pulled both ways and slowly rent asunder.

Insane. Off his rockers. Mentally unstable. Completely and utterly bonkers.

He will laugh as he rips your flesh apart and watch impassively as you age and die, unaffected by the passions of mortality. Life hold little meaning because he has long since departed, his body well past the foul stages of decay. Only bones remain and he delights in them, fusses over them, carve each precious piece with obsessive care and adorn them with silver and velvet until each part of him alone is worth more than the wretched sliver of soul that hold them together. A container of his soul, the last fragile strands connecting his essence to this side of existence are brittle and fragile and easily dissolved - if you know the trick. But without the clue to the riddle's solution he is indestructible, everlasting, an enigma.

But Gashad doesn't stow himself away in treasure chambers, hidden behind walls and guards. Life for the sake of living is meaningless and so he strives to fill it with all that he can, indulging himself with pleasures and thoughts and novelty, unafraid to lose both dignity and face (literally) if the final reward is a good laugh. He is cruel in an affable, friendly kind of way, blood-thirsty in a somewhat pitying compassion. He knows that he is twisted and defiled but has long since passed the point of no return, and frankly he cannot be bothered to care about the feelings of others - unless it pleases him to try, to feign, to play along for a while to see where it leads.

The world's still the same. There's just... less in it

The problem with being the last of anything

Sire: Deceased
Dame: Deceased
Lover: Deceased
Child: Deceased

By and by, there'll be none left at all

It's just my nature

The Past

♦ Killed his mother at birth due to his massive size and was abused while growing up, tormented by a father driven mad from grief.
♦ Was recruited by force to serve the royalty as a soldier and spent most of his mortal life engaged in wars, battling for so long that he lost all compassion for others.
♦ Was left behind after being grievously injured, abandoned to starve and die. He bled, he hungered, until the body wasted away on the field of festering corpses, but while the flesh faded and the skin slouched off he alone still walked, unwilling to leave and unable to die.
♦ Time desperation and despair drove him back to the army he hated, starved of contact and bored beyond belief. At the old home he was driven off, loathed and feared for the white bone glistening beneath putrid muscle, for the mad gleam in the eyes and for the foul stench that followed him everywhere. He tried other places but was welcome nowhere, and when his mate and son refused to accept him as the long lost father Gashad fell into grief stricken rage and butchered them both, all of his family, leaving no blood kin left to curse him - or mourn.
♦ He spent years prowling the edges of the declining civilization, fading from memory and sanity until the quiet, hard-working stallion had been replaced in the minds of the Rifters by the legend of the flesh-consuming demon, the evil spirit they used to threaten foals with if they didn't behave. A fiction, the stuff of night and evil dreams, but only too real. And he learned to relish the ill rumors, went out of his way to make them worse - until one day he forgot to hate what he was, forgot to mourn his past - and regret his future actions.
♦ When so, after countless years had passed, the chance came to leave the dying lands, to experience new things and ease his boredom was presented, Gashad slipped quickly across the border, keen to find out whether these new mortals were as foolish as the ones he had already turned his back on.

The Rift

::| Fight or flight

Helovia, Tallsun year 6

::| Light shining through
::|
::|

Would you love me if I was anything but what I am?

Gashad is played by Chan.
Chan also play Erthë, Lace, Cathun and Shadow.

Assets

There's currently no magic, items nor companions associated with this character.

Battle Statistics
STR: 1	SPD: 8	AGL: 6	END: 1
OI: 0	DI: 0	MG: 0	CP: 0
ATK	DEF	DAM	HP
4.5	8.5	3	54
BUFF:	NOVICE	VP:	0

*** this class will eventually become admin controlled, so don't spend too much time styling it. We will put your character's achievements here. Ie, getting a new buff, earning a herd rank, leading a herd, SWP participation, etc.

Threadlog 3 threads
Subject	Location	Participants	Last Post[ Order By ]
dancing with a wolf	Battleground	Volterra, Gashad	12-15-2015 by Blu
SWP :: A light shining through	Riptide Isles	God of the Earth, Virgil, Ktulu, Evaneska, Isopia, Zenobia, Imonada, Aquila, Tembovu, Dacianna, Ghost, Dragomir, Ranjiri, Ophelia, Gashad, Volterra, Nyx, Aithniel, Resplendence, Aeolus, Archibald, Erebos, Ciceron, Rhea, Kipling, Kalona, Adria, Erthë, Vadim, Mauja, Ampere, Öde, Badger, Rexanna, Ashamin, Lena, Ahvelyn, Alysanne, Gull, Mesec, Ki'irha, Zailah, Aaron, Knox, Gaucho, Maren, Shida, Naerys, Rude, Thantos, Nephele, Deimos, Abraham, Random Event, Miykael, Einarr, Iona, Najya, Dovahkiin, Parelia, Ilios, Milo, Ulrik, Cera, Snö, Mordecai, Amani, Calypso, Vitani, Nuray, Mirabella, Thranduil, Zèklè, Morenth, Tiamat, Rohan	10-20-2015 by Rohan
Fight or Flight	Riptide Isles	Aquila, Dacianna, Mbizi, Gashad	10-06-2015 by Aquila

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