Post by Lethas on Aug 14, 2016 18:14:12 GMT -5
Age: 1850 [Born in 165, Death in 208 (43), Hollow in 210, Gillian in 365, Adjuchas in 1585]
Height: 13’6” | 4.11 m
Weight: 520 lbs. | 236 kg
Wingspan: 40’ | 12.2 m
Feathers & Eyes: Black & Golden
Most don’t see Lethas until it’s too late. A flash of his two enormous golden eyes and then his prey is lost in a sea of ink-dipped feathers and razor-edged talons. Otherwise, he stands resolute and stationary, like an ancient black obelisk, towering above his prey and casting deep enveloping shadows that seem to threaten insanity. The dark feathers that lay perfectly scaled across his massive form function as a carapace of highly compacted reiryoku to protect against any prey that might have the audacity to fight back. Most of the time, his prey wisely doesn't fight back and instead he relies on the absolute black of his plumage to camouflage his colossal contour against the night sky. The Adjuchas nearly doubles in size when he takes to the skies; his gargantuan wings bloom and a penumbra falls like a curtain across the ground before him.
Only his plain, white mask grants a reprieve from the maw of darkness he creates. The crisp bone completely covers his face save for the two looming plate of gold, the malicious hooked beak, and the source of all his hunger. Those ever-watching eyes are locked into place by the mask, meaning his whole head slowly scans in a full circle when he is hunting for prey or tilts to the side when thinking intently on a conundrum. Laying in the center of his forehead is the endless pit of hunger that constantly cries to be fed. The hole goes all the way through his head, symbolic of his lost memories. His beak is a small hook of condensed reiryoku, similar to the feathers that lace his body. Tiny it may be, but when he speaks the air vibrates and the ground almost seems to resonate with the dark bass of his voice. Each word that he carefully constructs is perfect pronounced and matches with the slow cadence that slides out like molasses.
Reiatsu: An engulfing lavender that blankets and consumes any around him without remorse. There is no training that permeates this grasping presence, only an instinctual hunger that is reserved for only the basest of animals. Here, that hunger is let loose to yearn for more and to desire the impossible. A daze falls with the haze of violet as it gushes like a crying wound out of Lethas. Being near him is like being lost at sea, without rescue in sight. You’re pushed and pulled around in an ocean of the unknown. There is only despair waiting for you at the end of the tunnel.
Aspect of Death: Forgetfulness
Hollow Power: Desaprender [To Unlearn]