Post by Derriphan on Feb 5, 2011 11:18:04 GMT -5
This is an idea for a character I may develop. Crazy indeed, this is his story. I might make him if this gets some good feed back, I figured it'd be alright to make this here.
A rugged man in his late thirties walked the streets of Nar Shadda. A stumble layered his face from several days of being unshaven, and there was a fine layer of dirt covering his entire body. Along with the dirt there was blood. His own to be exact. Caked onto the skin mostly around his neck, and on the bottom of his lip. Little splotches lingered on the rest of his body from the act he had committed. A bandanna was tied around his eyes. One large enough that covered most of his nose, all of his eyes and his forehead. The bandanna was red and it had a large symbol covering it. The symbol of his God who so readily took the eyes he offered to him for all the sin he had committed.
The symbol was a circle inscribed inside another circle, this was meant to represent the God's all seeing eye. Ever since he was a boy he had heard the God's whispers in his sleep, in his ears for every action he did and for a long time he obeyed the God's wishes. To his dismay little did he know he was suffering from a severe case of schizophrenia that would stay with him until they day he died. In the early years his God told him how to live. Every day he'd sacrifice some poor animal or when an animal could not be found he'd cut himself to offer his own blood to the God. It was only a miracle that he hadn't died of some infection or disease long ago. His body was riddled with scars that covered every part of his body from abuse and sacrifice that the God demanded.
Of course like all faithful people they sometimes lost their way, and that he did. When he stopped sacrificing he stopped hearing the God. That gentle whispered that was in his ear or lingered on his last thoughts when he woke for his morning routine. He fell deeply into Sin and his God hated this or so his mind made him believe. Every day he Sinned like no other man. Lust, he lusted after every woman he could get his hands on and laid more than one in his month full of sin.
Gluttony, he was not only a glutton with the many woman he slept with but also a glutton in food that he ate. Going from one cantina to the next for his next fix of food and flesh. Greed, he killed for money because he needed it for his his lustful and glutton desires. Envy for others played into this and his Wrath was unleashed to those who didn't deserve it. Sloth, this is also something he sinned against. He slept most of the time, when he wasn't lost in his Sinful ways. Of course the God was very angry with him and he started hearing the voices again louder and more powerful than ever. It demanded sacrifice for his sinful ways. Taking the one thing way that most people found precious.
His sight, the God demanded his eyes. With the voice of the God in his head, demanding his eyes at every waking moment. Screaming for the demand, he near went insane. So he could only give into his schizophrenic ways. With a blade he cut his eyes from his skull, and held one in each palm. Offering the eyes to the God he felt them disappear from his palms but in reality they only rolled out of his palms and onto the dirty god forsaken street. "Markus.." The God whispered in his ears.. "Take the bandanna and cover your eyes with it.. Let me show you the way, you will know when to stop.." Then the God admittedly went silent and that was three days ago.
He'd lived on street water, and hadn't ate anything. This was his punishment, he fasted for the God whose words hadn't graced his ears in two days. Barely taking time to rest he stumbled around the city blind to everything around him, the blood that had once flowed from his eyes clotting several hours after they were cut from his sockets. Finally he collapsed from exhaustion he couldn't handle it anymore. Falling to his knees at the beginning of an alley he looked up into the smog filled sky. One that he could no longer see. Asking out loud.
"Where do I go now God. Your words have fallen silent on my ears, you no longer speak to me. I am lost.. lost in this sinful city."
Collapsing forward his cheek hit the ground and he couldn't move. Tired, and sick he closed his empty sockets. Hoping the God would send him someone to save this sinner from dying in this place filled with some much joy, but in reality all of it was sin. He had paid the ultimate price, now the God would decide if he paid with his life.
A rugged man in his late thirties walked the streets of Nar Shadda. A stumble layered his face from several days of being unshaven, and there was a fine layer of dirt covering his entire body. Along with the dirt there was blood. His own to be exact. Caked onto the skin mostly around his neck, and on the bottom of his lip. Little splotches lingered on the rest of his body from the act he had committed. A bandanna was tied around his eyes. One large enough that covered most of his nose, all of his eyes and his forehead. The bandanna was red and it had a large symbol covering it. The symbol of his God who so readily took the eyes he offered to him for all the sin he had committed.
The symbol was a circle inscribed inside another circle, this was meant to represent the God's all seeing eye. Ever since he was a boy he had heard the God's whispers in his sleep, in his ears for every action he did and for a long time he obeyed the God's wishes. To his dismay little did he know he was suffering from a severe case of schizophrenia that would stay with him until they day he died. In the early years his God told him how to live. Every day he'd sacrifice some poor animal or when an animal could not be found he'd cut himself to offer his own blood to the God. It was only a miracle that he hadn't died of some infection or disease long ago. His body was riddled with scars that covered every part of his body from abuse and sacrifice that the God demanded.
Of course like all faithful people they sometimes lost their way, and that he did. When he stopped sacrificing he stopped hearing the God. That gentle whispered that was in his ear or lingered on his last thoughts when he woke for his morning routine. He fell deeply into Sin and his God hated this or so his mind made him believe. Every day he Sinned like no other man. Lust, he lusted after every woman he could get his hands on and laid more than one in his month full of sin.
Gluttony, he was not only a glutton with the many woman he slept with but also a glutton in food that he ate. Going from one cantina to the next for his next fix of food and flesh. Greed, he killed for money because he needed it for his his lustful and glutton desires. Envy for others played into this and his Wrath was unleashed to those who didn't deserve it. Sloth, this is also something he sinned against. He slept most of the time, when he wasn't lost in his Sinful ways. Of course the God was very angry with him and he started hearing the voices again louder and more powerful than ever. It demanded sacrifice for his sinful ways. Taking the one thing way that most people found precious.
His sight, the God demanded his eyes. With the voice of the God in his head, demanding his eyes at every waking moment. Screaming for the demand, he near went insane. So he could only give into his schizophrenic ways. With a blade he cut his eyes from his skull, and held one in each palm. Offering the eyes to the God he felt them disappear from his palms but in reality they only rolled out of his palms and onto the dirty god forsaken street. "Markus.." The God whispered in his ears.. "Take the bandanna and cover your eyes with it.. Let me show you the way, you will know when to stop.." Then the God admittedly went silent and that was three days ago.
He'd lived on street water, and hadn't ate anything. This was his punishment, he fasted for the God whose words hadn't graced his ears in two days. Barely taking time to rest he stumbled around the city blind to everything around him, the blood that had once flowed from his eyes clotting several hours after they were cut from his sockets. Finally he collapsed from exhaustion he couldn't handle it anymore. Falling to his knees at the beginning of an alley he looked up into the smog filled sky. One that he could no longer see. Asking out loud.
"Where do I go now God. Your words have fallen silent on my ears, you no longer speak to me. I am lost.. lost in this sinful city."
Collapsing forward his cheek hit the ground and he couldn't move. Tired, and sick he closed his empty sockets. Hoping the God would send him someone to save this sinner from dying in this place filled with some much joy, but in reality all of it was sin. He had paid the ultimate price, now the God would decide if he paid with his life.