"Metaphorically, the name has come to be used for any extremely large or powerful entity."
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WARNING! Voice Contains WORLD OF WARCRAFT SPOILERS! Do not view if you want to wait UNTIL Cataclysm comes out to view this!
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"The Beast of Orange and Purple"
Main Alias: Ezerael
The Beast
Behemoth
The Undeath
The Purple Myst
Gender: Male/'Stag'
Mate: There is No Mates for him to Choose From
Age: Immortal, Ever Living, Several Centuries
Origins: Behemoth, Undead
Powers And Abilities: Superior Strengths, Extreme Senses, Jaw Force of a Crocodile (2000+ lbs. of Force), Gaze of Petrification.
Heritage: Unknown
Orientation: Unknown
Voice: From 0:58 - around the end (Add a slight cajun accent combined and you have his voice)
I Am The Great Beast
I Am The Behemoth
I Am Neither Meat Eater nor Herbivore
I Rule Over The Lands
And I Destroy The Seas
Threaten Me And Perish!
I Take No Commands From You
Or Anyone Else
I Have Weakness
But Never Do I Show It...
He Speaks in Death
Purple
Flames
Undead
Zombie
Decay
Spikes
Orange
Mesmerizing Gaze
Strong Loins
Proud
Elegant
Vicious
Malicious
Cruel
Cunning
Betrayer
Betrayed
Emotionless
Immortal
Thoughtful
Everlasting
Ancient
Wisdom
Twisted
Skinner
Sinner
Disgusting
Cruel Humor
Destroyer
Never Speak to Him as though you are superior to him. This is a challenge and he is always open for such events. Speaking as though you are a Superior is likely to trigger a defensive motion and make him rank up and 'challenge' you instead. This is predominantly done to males that speak to him, females are less likely to trigger this reaction as they could be potential breeders for him to seek out.
Ezerael is himself, an Omnivore he'll eat anything truly. But his preferred tastes are fresh flesh. And he doesn't care how he gets it. When he cannot find meats however he is likely to be seen shoving down small timbers to get at the heavy leaves up top. His favorite meals however seem to resolve around the rotten corpses that have been left in the sun for several days.
He holds respect for no one and he doesn't personally care for anyone. But he does tolerate those around and their presence because he must. Ezerael is not likely to speak to anyone, and if he does it's nothing more than just a few things. It takes ages for one to get into a conversation with him, much less for them to even get his name.
Ezerael is /always/ open for just showing off how much of a stud he can and will be. Thus anyone... female or male... that catches his utmost interest can and will often times find him revealing those rippling muscles and well toned physic.
Ezerael however, does seem to hold some sort of 'respect' for the Sins. And will often times seek them out when he desires any sort of Company. Why this is, is unknown to anyone... even them.
A Glimpse Into The Madness of the Beast
Ezerael had been waiting in the more private huts... sitting one of the blood soaked knives down as he looked at the well, skin he'd just craved off the naga that was barely breathing on the table. A Rainbow python really... growling Ezerael moved over and sat his hand on the muscles of the poor things stomach before smirking "My my... I should remove these shouldn't I?" he muttered out.
Ezerael had snorted out some keeping his attention on Marco as he dug the knife down the entire length of the Naga's body... the screaming was only worse but soon Ezerael silenced it and ended the poor things life by slitting his throat clean open. Shifting... the male sat the blood soaked knife off to a side before moving back to the body and digging his hands inside... tugging out a couple things... through the pressure of everything it looked like two out of the five nagaling's that were inside had drowned. Snorting out some Ezerael sat the two dead ones off to a side before digging out the last three.
Set: Carnival Mask, Fan Antlers, Dionysus Pelt (If it Came in Game that is, Love Ya Tera)/Nightfall Pelt
His Size is
Massive, Rivaling any known Deer's Size
This Behemoth Stands at 10' at the Shoulder
And a Full 13' At the Top of his Head
Slender, Lean but extremely powerful in the Chest and Legs
His body is entirely purple, not a speckle of other coloration in it.
From the Bottom of his Chin to his head is Rotting Black Flesh
One Foot Shares the same rotting flesh as his throat
Where the heavy spines form out from his tail is rotten flesh as well.
His sides are rotted open, revealing Ribs
The Other leg is rotten and no flesh is visible.
His eyes constantly give off a Red haze. This is how he Petrifies others.
Red Horns, Spines and Spikes appear on his body.
His Horns curl forward like that of a Bulls.
This, Flaming Orange hair flows from his head and from his Tail.
Ezerael is /always/ grinning in a Cheshire Cat Manner.
His Size is large, in terms of that of a large man.
The body is toned, muscled... clear signs of power.
The brute stands a firm 7' tall, if not taller when his horns are taken into account.
As with his true form, the bottom of his lower jaw to his chest is completely rotted and blackened.
As are the end of his cufflinked hand and tail.l
His entire side is opened in one spot to reveal the ribs and his inner plumbing.
His rotten arm retains it's skeletal hoax to it.
His crest remains, as does his heavy orange mane.
Bright red eyes give off an everlasting glow.
His horns remain the same, curling forward like that of a bulls.
In this form he almost never holds his Cheshire Cat grin.
He appears more bored, but always calculative in this form.
Encountered
Family:
Whether blood related or just merely those he holds an extreme vision of respect for. Anyone that falls into this category is under his ever present watch and is under his protection. Bringing harm to anyone here will have this brute chasing the offender down...
Enemies/Loathes:
Attacks upon the truly respected will earn you the title of Enemy. It is wise to try and avoid being here, as the creature is not a overly 'friendly' beast to his enemies.
Allies/Others:
Those who have managed to aquire the title of Ally, Friend or anything else is seen as someone that he can commune with. Not so much is he respectful, but he tries to show it around these characters.
The Sins Shall ALWAYS Be His Allies, no matter what.
This Biography is a Work In Progress, expect things to come and go as they please as this creature is Developed.
Please Note that the only thing related to the FF Behemoth is Coloration, he himself is not a Behemoth from the Series.
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"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"