Post by Black Adam on Aug 6, 2018 19:33:00 GMT -5
WORK IN PROGRESS
Physical appearance:
Play by: Ian Somerhalder
Full name: Gray Bihari
Alias: Gray/The Asset
Canon or original: Original
Alignment: Villain
Age: Exact age unknown: 200+ - Appears 32
Gender: Male
Powers/Abilities:
Cursed
- A curse was placed upon Gray many years ago when he still yet lived. It was a profane magick that tore the soul from his body for the horrors he inflicted upon others. It damns him to live even long after he died. It is an aching curse that has driven the man insane over time.
Regeneration
- Gray is capable of regenerating from nigh any wound thanks to the curse upon him. No matter how devestating that blow or how fatal the wound, he is damned to come back. This, he learned exstensively as he tried to end his own undead life several times over. Things such as bullets, at best, only slow him down.
Functional Immortality
- He is only immortal in the sense that he cannot stay dead. He can be wounded and 'killed' for a brief period of time, but unless the curse upon his body is removed, he will always return.
Enhanced Senses
- Gray has heightened forms of hearing, sight, speed, strength, memory and endurance. He is capable of seeing in the dark as well as body heat signatures. These heightened senses also come with the debilitating weakness of sensory overload.
Multilingual
- Having traveled the world as extensively as he did, Gray has picked up on several languages. Ironic, considering he can barely speak at all. The curse has driven him mad and that combined with the torturous treatment of his former masters leaves him hardly capable of forming full sentences. He is, however, capable of understanding others just fine. Often, he will mix languages to get what he wants across.
Mediumship
- Only partially. As part of his curse, he is now and forever haunted by those he kills. Their spirits follow him day in and day out, never giving him a moments rest. They are the only ghosts he can see or interact with.
Combat
- Gray was trained extensively in the art of killing for hundreds of years. He was taken at a young age and groomed to be an assassin by his masters. Hundreds of years of ruthless conditioning on top of the madness of his curse has left the man at best a shadow of living person and at worst a monster driven by bloodshed. Gray always gets his pound of flesh.
Weakness:
Cold
- The cold is one of the only things he can feel. Cold and warmth and hunger. Being in the bitter cold for extended periods of time can lead to him slowing down and even freezing. He doesn't die but is in a form of suspended animation until warmed up. It's a good way to keep him locked up.
Sensory Overload
- Noises and lights that might be considered 'normal' for most can be irritating to Gray. High pitched sounds or bright flashes of light can debilitate him.
Cursed
- His curse may grant him eternal 'life' - if one counts being undead a form of living - but it's also robbed him of many things. He can no longer taste anything, no longer feel another's touch, be it soothing or painful. He is to never find fulfillment. Never be happy. He will always be hungry for life and never be able to fill the void. He is doomed to an eternity of need. Everything that he desires will always be just at his fingertips but never in his grasp.
White Magick
- Being cursed by a perverse form of Black Magick, Gray is not adversely affected by other black curses. However, white magick and blessings are a form of torment to him. He cannot feel physical pain, but it tortures him on a soul-deep level. Only white magick can undo the curse keeping him around. Once undone, he can be killed permanently.
Personality:
When God is Gone and the Devil takes Hold
Gray is, in one word, terrifying. He is utterly ruthless and entirely unsympathetic. A combination of his training and conditioning has made a killer out of what was once a lovely little boy. There is something in those cold, beautiful eyes that belays his monstrous nature.
50 Words for Murder and I'm Every One of Them
He is a trained and highly efficient killer. Years of practice has made the man into a lethal weapon. His body is covered with scars, both visible and hidden, from his extensive training and various contracts completed. He has never returned to his masters with a failed mission. If he were to fail, then his use to them would be null. When he's not on a contract, he's being further trained and tested.
I want to Taste the Way that You Bleed
He's not afraid to use underhanded techniques or questionable methods on his targets. It's all just a means to an end. If there's no honor among thieves then there's even less in a butcher like him. If it causes collateral damage or harm to himself, then so be it. All that matters is that he does his job. Dead is dead.
I'll Keep Quiet; You won't even know I'm Here
He has a hard time speaking. Sure, he was taught as a child and actually knows several languages from all his traveling in, but as he got older and was trained, he was punished for speaking. It became a learned trait that speaking was bad and he was not to do it unless directly ordered, and even then it was only to be a few words. Weapons do not speak. Since his rebellion, he's been speaking more and more, though it's been difficult. It's difficult with the curse upon him driving him closer to a beast than a man. Words feel odd on his tongue.
One Night of the Hunter; One Day I will get Revenge
Gray was made to leave all personal emotions and desires behind when he was 'conscripted'. Easier said than done. He has been, and always will be, a relatively emotional being. Along with that, he's a fantastic actor. He will act as though he is loyal and obedient; the mindless weapon he was crafted to be. Then, when it's time, he'll strike those he was beneath down. Gray can, and will, hold a grudge until the end of time. When the last pillar of civilization falls and the ashes of humanity burn his lungs, he will still be searching for a way to destroy those that have wronged him in the worst, most painful and humiliating way possible. Gray will always get his vengeance.
Nothing Satisfies Me but Your Soul
Just as a kid, Gray is still infinitely curious. Though, he has gotten a good hold on said curious nature with age and practice. He still lets his wonderment lead him from time to time. It's not uncommon for him to listen to his victims' speak before he kills them. It's in his nature to want to talk and listen, to interact, to learn. Now that he's free from the shadow of his former masters, he allows that curiosity to shine and grow. Unfortunately for others, that curiosity combined with his unpleasant nature tends to lead to him kidnapping anyone who intrigues him.
I will be Here when You think You're all Alone
Gray used to be a very chatty and friendly being. He had a different life, but it all changed. Now? Now he is quiet and lethal. He'll watch and stalk for days on end. Even if he doesn't plan on killing someone, he'll just watch quietly from a distance with rapt attention. Most never know he's around. Gray uses his light build and agility to remain hidden until he feels the need to be known. He's at constant conflict with himself, as he previously loved being in the spotlight, but now he's glued to the shadows. It's always an internal war on whether or not he wants someone to notice him or not.
Am I a Man or a Beast?
Years of torture and conditioning ripped the humanity out of Gray. The curse of one of his victims only sent him spiralling further into the realm of monstrosity. He has almost no memory of his past due to such heavy repression. There is a constant painful emptiness in his chest. A chilling, hollow cold that torments him day in and day out. He knows he's a soulless monster. Even before the curse and his first death he was a monster. A devil crafted to kill and serve, but one that cannot be leashed. He seeks to fill that aching void where his soul used to be, to warm his frozen core. To do so, he believes he needs to kill others. To seek out those so full of life and light that it nearly spills out of them. He thinks if he kills them - consumes them - then he will also consume what he lost. Then he will no longer be so empty and cold.
Three likes: (Have more because why not)
- being warm
- people watching
- the night
- running
- silence
- people talking to him
- fighting
- being free
- the forest
- being up high
Three dislikes:
- being controlled
- the cold
- loud, sharp sounds
- feeling empty and hungry
- his prey escaping
- large crowds
- being caged/collared
- anyone ordering him around
- bright lights
- being helpless
Brief history:
Gray knows his own history little better than a stranger does. Years of torment and torture has caused his mind to shatter like glass. Fragments, sharp bits of memory come through every now and again to cut him open. Tiny shards drop down on him every now and again. Flashes of faces, the taste of blood on his tongue and cold. So much cold. It's what drives the man now. Those faces, the names to cross of his list. The ones who broke him so thoroughly and made him into a monster. They deserved to die, and die they will.
Sometimes...Sometimes he remembers something different. A happy face. Bright lights. The scent of hay. Warmth. Happiness. Such foreign concepts to him now. He might think them just wishful fantasies or dreams but he can't recall ever feeling warm or happy. He wouldn't know how to conjure such thoughts if he even tried. No, he knew deep down that it was who he used to be. The life before his transformation. He wished he could replace the memories he had with those. But then, what would drive him?
He'd been young when he was taken. A child raised on the go in Southern Europe. He loved to see the sights as his family and he passed through the different countries. That ended one night. He hadn't wandered far from his family, just at edges of the forest they were camping in, when a shadowed figure snatched him away. Despite the frantic searching by the authorities and his family, there was no trace of him. He wasn't the only to go missing; just another sad statistic.
It had been a shadowy organization run by puppet masters and hellions that snatched the boy and so many others. They were really quite good at hiding their tracks; remaining nothing more than a myth. Oh, how he wished it'd been a myth. His conditioning started the moment he arrived at their base. It was dank and cold, so cold. Their goal was to create a subservient group of killers that would bend to their whims. Assassins who would target social elites and people of power so they can pull the strings from the darkness. Gray was to be one such tool.
He'd been kept collared and leashed like he was nothing more than a dog. Never to speak unless commanded and even then he was to keep it brief. Whenever he spoke out of turn or more than they liked, he was punished. Whenever he cried, he was punished. Something so little as shifting the wrong way or slouching brought torment down on him. He was no longer a person. Not in that desolate hell. So cruel it had been, the man - then a boy - barely learned to speak. Reading and writing were little better for him. English was not his native tongue and they cared little to teach him. All he needed to know were his commands. Nothing else. After all, a weapon does not think for itself. Nor does a weapon speak. The dehumanization process was far worse than any physical torture they could ever inflict upon him. Stripping him down until he was less than dirt was its own special brand of torture. His hatred grew daily, though he did well to hide it behind his obedience.
So, as he grew and learned, he kept that list. Tried to memorize it but found it harder and harder as the days passed by. The mental torture they inflicted coupled with the drugs slipped to their tools to break them down and keep them obedient made his mind begin to slip. The memories of his family faded like a forgotten dream. Even his own name began to elude him. They never called him by it. Simply 'The Asset'. And so, it was the name he adopted. Even with his past sliding through his fingers like grains of sand, he still held on to his hatred. Let that eat at him until he could strike. He may not remember who he was, but he knew one thing for sure and that was that they were destined to die by his hands.
The time came when he was sent on a contract in the United States. It was the furthest he'd ever been let off his leash. The perfect opportunity. With the taste of vengeance on his tongue and death in his eyes, he left for the states. He would not return. His masters quickly learned this when the head of the other assigned assassin was sent back to them. An open threat. A daring challenge. 'Come get me.' They were too arrogant not to meet the challenge. Just another action they'd come to regret.
He sat awake at night, eyes sharpened like knives as he stalked those that killed the person he once was. Their faces were the only ones that mattered. The way they contorted in pain as he tore every last inch of life from them was how he would remember them now. The sound of their screams being choked down by their own blood. Yes, they took his life and he'll take theirs in return. Theirs and everyone they ever cared for. He did not discriminate in his violent wrath. It was something they taught him, after all.
Night after night after night, he hunted in the darkness. Tracked down every person connected to his masters and slaughtered them with all the ruthless efficiency they'd beaten into him. They soon realized their mistake when the people they sent to retrieve the asset never returned. It was a fools endeavor. He had the advantage of terrain and solitude now. If they came for him, they were walking exactly where he wanted them to. They created a monster. It was only fair that very monster is the one to meet them at the end. They'd thought themselves untouchable. So arrogant they'd grown, feasting off the spoils their pets brought to them. Gray had been one of those pets and he turned rabid.
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Play by: Ian Somerhalder
Full name: Gray Bihari
Alias: Gray/The Asset
Canon or original: Original
Alignment: Villain
Age: Exact age unknown: 200+ - Appears 32
Gender: Male
Powers/Abilities:
Cursed
- A curse was placed upon Gray many years ago when he still yet lived. It was a profane magick that tore the soul from his body for the horrors he inflicted upon others. It damns him to live even long after he died. It is an aching curse that has driven the man insane over time.
Regeneration
- Gray is capable of regenerating from nigh any wound thanks to the curse upon him. No matter how devestating that blow or how fatal the wound, he is damned to come back. This, he learned exstensively as he tried to end his own undead life several times over. Things such as bullets, at best, only slow him down.
Functional Immortality
- He is only immortal in the sense that he cannot stay dead. He can be wounded and 'killed' for a brief period of time, but unless the curse upon his body is removed, he will always return.
Enhanced Senses
- Gray has heightened forms of hearing, sight, speed, strength, memory and endurance. He is capable of seeing in the dark as well as body heat signatures. These heightened senses also come with the debilitating weakness of sensory overload.
Multilingual
- Having traveled the world as extensively as he did, Gray has picked up on several languages. Ironic, considering he can barely speak at all. The curse has driven him mad and that combined with the torturous treatment of his former masters leaves him hardly capable of forming full sentences. He is, however, capable of understanding others just fine. Often, he will mix languages to get what he wants across.
Mediumship
- Only partially. As part of his curse, he is now and forever haunted by those he kills. Their spirits follow him day in and day out, never giving him a moments rest. They are the only ghosts he can see or interact with.
Combat
- Gray was trained extensively in the art of killing for hundreds of years. He was taken at a young age and groomed to be an assassin by his masters. Hundreds of years of ruthless conditioning on top of the madness of his curse has left the man at best a shadow of living person and at worst a monster driven by bloodshed. Gray always gets his pound of flesh.
Weakness:
Cold
- The cold is one of the only things he can feel. Cold and warmth and hunger. Being in the bitter cold for extended periods of time can lead to him slowing down and even freezing. He doesn't die but is in a form of suspended animation until warmed up. It's a good way to keep him locked up.
Sensory Overload
- Noises and lights that might be considered 'normal' for most can be irritating to Gray. High pitched sounds or bright flashes of light can debilitate him.
Cursed
- His curse may grant him eternal 'life' - if one counts being undead a form of living - but it's also robbed him of many things. He can no longer taste anything, no longer feel another's touch, be it soothing or painful. He is to never find fulfillment. Never be happy. He will always be hungry for life and never be able to fill the void. He is doomed to an eternity of need. Everything that he desires will always be just at his fingertips but never in his grasp.
White Magick
- Being cursed by a perverse form of Black Magick, Gray is not adversely affected by other black curses. However, white magick and blessings are a form of torment to him. He cannot feel physical pain, but it tortures him on a soul-deep level. Only white magick can undo the curse keeping him around. Once undone, he can be killed permanently.
Personality:
When God is Gone and the Devil takes Hold
Gray is, in one word, terrifying. He is utterly ruthless and entirely unsympathetic. A combination of his training and conditioning has made a killer out of what was once a lovely little boy. There is something in those cold, beautiful eyes that belays his monstrous nature.
50 Words for Murder and I'm Every One of Them
He is a trained and highly efficient killer. Years of practice has made the man into a lethal weapon. His body is covered with scars, both visible and hidden, from his extensive training and various contracts completed. He has never returned to his masters with a failed mission. If he were to fail, then his use to them would be null. When he's not on a contract, he's being further trained and tested.
I want to Taste the Way that You Bleed
He's not afraid to use underhanded techniques or questionable methods on his targets. It's all just a means to an end. If there's no honor among thieves then there's even less in a butcher like him. If it causes collateral damage or harm to himself, then so be it. All that matters is that he does his job. Dead is dead.
I'll Keep Quiet; You won't even know I'm Here
He has a hard time speaking. Sure, he was taught as a child and actually knows several languages from all his traveling in, but as he got older and was trained, he was punished for speaking. It became a learned trait that speaking was bad and he was not to do it unless directly ordered, and even then it was only to be a few words. Weapons do not speak. Since his rebellion, he's been speaking more and more, though it's been difficult. It's difficult with the curse upon him driving him closer to a beast than a man. Words feel odd on his tongue.
One Night of the Hunter; One Day I will get Revenge
Gray was made to leave all personal emotions and desires behind when he was 'conscripted'. Easier said than done. He has been, and always will be, a relatively emotional being. Along with that, he's a fantastic actor. He will act as though he is loyal and obedient; the mindless weapon he was crafted to be. Then, when it's time, he'll strike those he was beneath down. Gray can, and will, hold a grudge until the end of time. When the last pillar of civilization falls and the ashes of humanity burn his lungs, he will still be searching for a way to destroy those that have wronged him in the worst, most painful and humiliating way possible. Gray will always get his vengeance.
Nothing Satisfies Me but Your Soul
Just as a kid, Gray is still infinitely curious. Though, he has gotten a good hold on said curious nature with age and practice. He still lets his wonderment lead him from time to time. It's not uncommon for him to listen to his victims' speak before he kills them. It's in his nature to want to talk and listen, to interact, to learn. Now that he's free from the shadow of his former masters, he allows that curiosity to shine and grow. Unfortunately for others, that curiosity combined with his unpleasant nature tends to lead to him kidnapping anyone who intrigues him.
I will be Here when You think You're all Alone
Gray used to be a very chatty and friendly being. He had a different life, but it all changed. Now? Now he is quiet and lethal. He'll watch and stalk for days on end. Even if he doesn't plan on killing someone, he'll just watch quietly from a distance with rapt attention. Most never know he's around. Gray uses his light build and agility to remain hidden until he feels the need to be known. He's at constant conflict with himself, as he previously loved being in the spotlight, but now he's glued to the shadows. It's always an internal war on whether or not he wants someone to notice him or not.
Am I a Man or a Beast?
Years of torture and conditioning ripped the humanity out of Gray. The curse of one of his victims only sent him spiralling further into the realm of monstrosity. He has almost no memory of his past due to such heavy repression. There is a constant painful emptiness in his chest. A chilling, hollow cold that torments him day in and day out. He knows he's a soulless monster. Even before the curse and his first death he was a monster. A devil crafted to kill and serve, but one that cannot be leashed. He seeks to fill that aching void where his soul used to be, to warm his frozen core. To do so, he believes he needs to kill others. To seek out those so full of life and light that it nearly spills out of them. He thinks if he kills them - consumes them - then he will also consume what he lost. Then he will no longer be so empty and cold.
Three likes: (Have more because why not)
- being warm
- people watching
- the night
- running
- silence
- people talking to him
- fighting
- being free
- the forest
- being up high
Three dislikes:
- being controlled
- the cold
- loud, sharp sounds
- feeling empty and hungry
- his prey escaping
- large crowds
- being caged/collared
- anyone ordering him around
- bright lights
- being helpless
Brief history:
Gray knows his own history little better than a stranger does. Years of torment and torture has caused his mind to shatter like glass. Fragments, sharp bits of memory come through every now and again to cut him open. Tiny shards drop down on him every now and again. Flashes of faces, the taste of blood on his tongue and cold. So much cold. It's what drives the man now. Those faces, the names to cross of his list. The ones who broke him so thoroughly and made him into a monster. They deserved to die, and die they will.
Sometimes...Sometimes he remembers something different. A happy face. Bright lights. The scent of hay. Warmth. Happiness. Such foreign concepts to him now. He might think them just wishful fantasies or dreams but he can't recall ever feeling warm or happy. He wouldn't know how to conjure such thoughts if he even tried. No, he knew deep down that it was who he used to be. The life before his transformation. He wished he could replace the memories he had with those. But then, what would drive him?
He'd been young when he was taken. A child raised on the go in Southern Europe. He loved to see the sights as his family and he passed through the different countries. That ended one night. He hadn't wandered far from his family, just at edges of the forest they were camping in, when a shadowed figure snatched him away. Despite the frantic searching by the authorities and his family, there was no trace of him. He wasn't the only to go missing; just another sad statistic.
It had been a shadowy organization run by puppet masters and hellions that snatched the boy and so many others. They were really quite good at hiding their tracks; remaining nothing more than a myth. Oh, how he wished it'd been a myth. His conditioning started the moment he arrived at their base. It was dank and cold, so cold. Their goal was to create a subservient group of killers that would bend to their whims. Assassins who would target social elites and people of power so they can pull the strings from the darkness. Gray was to be one such tool.
He'd been kept collared and leashed like he was nothing more than a dog. Never to speak unless commanded and even then he was to keep it brief. Whenever he spoke out of turn or more than they liked, he was punished. Whenever he cried, he was punished. Something so little as shifting the wrong way or slouching brought torment down on him. He was no longer a person. Not in that desolate hell. So cruel it had been, the man - then a boy - barely learned to speak. Reading and writing were little better for him. English was not his native tongue and they cared little to teach him. All he needed to know were his commands. Nothing else. After all, a weapon does not think for itself. Nor does a weapon speak. The dehumanization process was far worse than any physical torture they could ever inflict upon him. Stripping him down until he was less than dirt was its own special brand of torture. His hatred grew daily, though he did well to hide it behind his obedience.
So, as he grew and learned, he kept that list. Tried to memorize it but found it harder and harder as the days passed by. The mental torture they inflicted coupled with the drugs slipped to their tools to break them down and keep them obedient made his mind begin to slip. The memories of his family faded like a forgotten dream. Even his own name began to elude him. They never called him by it. Simply 'The Asset'. And so, it was the name he adopted. Even with his past sliding through his fingers like grains of sand, he still held on to his hatred. Let that eat at him until he could strike. He may not remember who he was, but he knew one thing for sure and that was that they were destined to die by his hands.
The time came when he was sent on a contract in the United States. It was the furthest he'd ever been let off his leash. The perfect opportunity. With the taste of vengeance on his tongue and death in his eyes, he left for the states. He would not return. His masters quickly learned this when the head of the other assigned assassin was sent back to them. An open threat. A daring challenge. 'Come get me.' They were too arrogant not to meet the challenge. Just another action they'd come to regret.
He sat awake at night, eyes sharpened like knives as he stalked those that killed the person he once was. Their faces were the only ones that mattered. The way they contorted in pain as he tore every last inch of life from them was how he would remember them now. The sound of their screams being choked down by their own blood. Yes, they took his life and he'll take theirs in return. Theirs and everyone they ever cared for. He did not discriminate in his violent wrath. It was something they taught him, after all.
Night after night after night, he hunted in the darkness. Tracked down every person connected to his masters and slaughtered them with all the ruthless efficiency they'd beaten into him. They soon realized their mistake when the people they sent to retrieve the asset never returned. It was a fools endeavor. He had the advantage of terrain and solitude now. If they came for him, they were walking exactly where he wanted them to. They created a monster. It was only fair that very monster is the one to meet them at the end. They'd thought themselves untouchable. So arrogant they'd grown, feasting off the spoils their pets brought to them. Gray had been one of those pets and he turned rabid.
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