Personality
Attentive / Carnal / Charismatic / Collected / Confident / Conniving / Deals in souls
Demon / Devoid / Devourer / Empty / Honest to a point / Immoral / Immortal / Intelligent
Monotonous / Obsessive / Omnipotent at a price / Reserved / Selfish / Sharp / Sinner
Appearance
Osias may best be described as a demon, a creature that withstood the test of time and many unearthly trials. His build is most similar to that of a bull moose and he is an imposing figure to behold. His blood-red antlers easily span six feet and are covered with a substance that carries the consistency of tar. It has an almost acidic quality to it upon impact with the earth, but it may very well be his lifeblood, as he appears to be immune to its effects.
Osias' mask is not his own, but was stolen from a figure in his mortal past. It is cracked and sharp-toothed, concealing a face that very few have actually seen. It is rumored that he can move its features on reflex in order to better convey his sentiments.
While he is a physical entity, the black portions of his pelt are ash-like and small pieces may occasionally be carried off with the wind, only to reform as necessary. Things appear to rattle and buzz within him and he is often accompanied by flies, insects commonly associated with death and decay.
Secretary bird pelt | DotD mask | Zombie antlers
Haunts
Osias is bound to the ruins on most days and may often be found upon what has become known as his throne. Like many demons, sunlight and the casting of the devout pelt appear to have an adverse effect on his health; this information, however, is not regularly disclosed. He is more inclined to travel to other parts of the forest in twilight or night-time conditions, only appearing to those who consciously or subconsciously seek out his services. When he is not in the forest, he may often retire to his hell, a parallel realm accessible only to spirits, the souls of his clients, and himself.
track ♥
adorable art by Tuoho! ♥
oh hell yes.
Nn, such an interesting
Definitely tracking.
Thank you, everyone. It's
I hope to finish it up tonight, when I can access a computer with speakers. That is, if the community site does not go down as it has been the past couple of nights. It feels like I haven't been able to play the game in a while for this very reason. Blah.
I've always thought this was
I'm glad that you think so.
Did something 'quick' with
oh my god. He frightens me
One, two.
^ Those are awesome, Sao. o_o
And I can't believe I'm not tracking this. -remedies-
Saosin: I still think that
Kaoori: If deer are having nightmares about him, that makes me feel like I have done something right with his character. Poor Kaoori, however. XD;
ocean: Haha, thank you. ^^
Eaaaat hiiiiiim >A>
Belated giggles and a
AHDJKFA so happy to see that
argh, love this so much. <3
adorable art by Tuoho! ♥
This turned out amazing,
Thank you both. &hearts And
And Jin, eee, there's a Hannah(?) in your signature. They both look great. ^^
Hai, I forgot to track this.
-strolls-
- This biography has been
Haha, you guys are awesome.
Kumiko, let it be said that you have caught my interest.
You are quite lucky that
"Next time, however... Thing may get a bit more heated. All in the name of good sport, mind you."
(I didn't think that I would
The demon's eyes narrowed through that perpetually-smiling mask of his and there was a clitter-clatter of teeth upon teeth behind it. "But of course."
/creep
<3
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Haha, thank you both.
The sound of white noise
The sound of white noise could be heard over the cold stones and fallen pillars. Legs had gone numb from the cold earth below. Here there were no luscious grasses to cushion your sleep or sate your appetite. Tired eyes peered out in a haze, ears no longer caring to twitch at the landing of tiny legs and buzzing wings from sitting there too long in silence and patience. Waiting for what though?
Electric orbs stared out from the black mask, the face of the death-bringers of so many stories and carriers of bad luck. Yet there was intelligence behind the mask and within the small skull. From there the continuous conversations never ceased with thoughts and questions rising and falling, being tucked away and shelved for a later time as others were plucked and dissected, broken apart and put back together.
Finally there was movement as the red doe let the jaw unhinge and hang, the dull ache from clenching having suffered enough to have her give the sign of life to those who might have watched from afar. Only the company of the flies gave her some reassurance, the strong scent of fresh ash and cold stone being inhaled before letting out a slow and shaky breath, speaking softly.
"Are you there?"
No name, no identity. If he was he would show himself or appear later as he pleased. Kings who sat on thrones did not sit with the lower class who sat in the dirt. Yet she was persistent, finally voicing her question after uncounted hours of sitting there and thinking that the one might just appear to find a familiar face after so long. Would it be a friendly face he saw? Or one that would cause a disgruntled air about him. Oh, it was her again.
Long ears remained back, head tilting upwards and imagining where that cruel smile would appear above the frozen slab that he often took as his throne.
(And this is where my writing
Osias had been watching her from the shadows of another realm.
She was always of interest to him, this Jettem, the way she questioned and confided in him, the way she moved. Her limbs had never been tied to his words, but at the same time he knew that she was fascinated by him. Push, pull, give and take, subtle tests in the scheme of things for which Osias had all of the time in the world.
He returned with a whisper, a speck of ash in an autumn wind, swirling and growing in size until it manifested itself into the otherworldly bull. It wasn't long before a shadow crept over the doe. It expanded slowly, accompanied only by a faint rattling sound, loose change and misplaced souls buried in deep pockets, forever lost in the dark.
"You tell me," the creature finally replied as he took a seat upon his throne. One dare say that there was a certain fondness in the sound that escaped him, or perhaps it was simply the deep hum of words that had grown stagnant in his throat.
"You are patient. You are also alone. Why is that, Jettem?"
'It expanded slowly,
'It expanded slowly, accompanied only by a faint rattling sound, loose change and misplaced souls buried in deep pockets, forever lost in the dark.'
Oh my goodness you make it difficult to write a reply to such a post. I've been struggling to reply with anything I just keep reading it over and over as if it were its own story and I were merely a reader and not a contributor. I wish for your talent of words!
The air grew thicker, shallow breaths becoming harder to breath as the scent of ash filled her nose and seeped into starved lungs. A mind knew such a scent, a single identity that had such a smell cling to him like a second skin. Or maybe it was his skin. Here in the Forest anything was possible. Why not have a body made of ash? It seemed so befitting for him really. To drift in the wind and leave only the trail of burnt offerings between blades of grass and in the cracks of stones.
The faint cloud expanded, growing larger slowly and thick enough to block the light above the doe who stared upwards to the thickening shadow. A form loosely began to emerge, limbs becoming visible and a familiar terrifying smile appearing finally. Taking his seat higher above her she remained still, watching the creation of the bull come into place and appear before her.
His questions went unanswered for a small time. It seemed the eyes of blue were busy overlooking the features of the Soul Keeper and refreshing the image of him in her mind. Oh the many answers she could give and describe to him or the reason she chose isolation. Yet it was not deemed worth repeating verbally. There would be time for those answers to be given.
"Some seek many to accompany them and to frolic and play. Others ask for a choice few to be with and there are ones who ask just for the company of a single companion to share the quiet moments with. I wish for one who's ears are never closed and who's smile can warm a heart while chilling the spine."
Nodding her head slightly to the lord, Jettem thanked him silently for his appearance. She had not seen the bull in such a long time yet their meeting seemed as if it were a daily occurrence.
"M'lord, do you have time to fill my simple need for a friend at the moment? I won't take long if you are needed elsewhere."
More questions, more wishes, anything to hear the deep rumble of notes from his voice. The light echo created from the mask added such a nice ring to it, nice enough to cause large red ears to lift slightly for a clearer catch of his words.
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I'm just going to give this
silentlikethat: I apologize for letting our RP slip away like it did. I never meant for it to happen. I just must have gotten sidetracked and neglected it; I'm sorry. Perhaps we can give it another shot another time. Your writing is always a treat, as is Jettem's company.
ClockWorkC: ♥
'Ere's a track. |D
Haha, thank you, Zergalerg.
Hn.. Just saw his name at
Hn..
Just saw his name at the top of my Tracking List and realized your comment on the RP. No worries, life happens eh? ^^ I would like to start again with them someday, I think Jettem had a good interaction with him when they were active together. Hope life is treating you well. <3
Life does indeed happen, but
'silk deal' Takeshi in struts
Takeshi in struts his stuff in lingerie for Osias. Not even he can resist silk.
^ I can't
okay. /dead
;lkja;klgdj;alkgdj HRAETH. DO
HRAETH. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT WAS TO CHEW READING THAT?
Hraeth: Silk deer. Silk DEER.
This is payback for All actions are in-character. Voxraati does not represent her player, isn't it?
You know what? I'm going to leave it there until his next update. Give you all something to think about.
THINK ABOUT IT.
^ kjsfhlksahdasADSF
Gunna blame Kimi because she
And just picture Osias on the bed and that suit as silk fancy panties and it's like the first thing I saw. >u>;
And maybe it is, Kali. :j
IT MIGHT BE.
^ ahdfiulahsuasdldfilahsdilas
ahdfiulahsuasdldfilahsdilasufilhasfiladsfdsfs.
*DEAD*
ROFLMAO I CAN'T ANYMORE
Hraeth: Okay, part of me just
Of all of the things to imagine, though, really? Gutter gutter gutter. *shot*
Although, Takeshi sure knows how to do a strip.Takeshi: Hell yeah I do.
I CAN'T HELP IT. I mean.
I mean. C'mon. Takeshi strips and then Osias expression would just mirror his mask's.
Take: -GLORY STRIP-
Osias: >8D
i am going to wet myself you
/HACKS UP LUNG alskdjd t
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Kaoori, Hraeth:
Yeah, I knew you liked it