There's an animal inside of me.

Pet Name: Wither
Owner: Necromancer
Theme / Type: Apocalyptic Yehxil
Born: June 28, 2015
Collection: 4

Battle Portal Stats

Level: 1
Hit Points: 15 / 15
Strength: 20
Defense: 0
Speed: 15
Intellect: 10
Misticpower: 1

Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0

Attached Weapons

Books Read

Books Read: None

Exotic Foods Eaten

Foods Eaten: 0/1155 [ View Foods ]

It gnaws at its shackles and rattles its chains, longing to roam free.

Many thanks to Sterling for the Apocalyptic PB! Wither is now even closer to becoming complete! <3

All my life, they let me know
How far I would not go
But inside, the beast still grows
Waiting, chewing through the ropes
Who are you to change this world
Silly boy, no one needs to hear your words
Let it go
Carnivore, carnivore
Won't you come digest me?
Take away everything I am
Bring it to an end
Carnivore, carnivore
Could you come and change me?
Take away everything I am
Everything I am

Theme Song: "Carnivore" -- Starset

Name: Real name has been forgotten; responds to Wither.

Pronunciation: "wih-th-er"

Alias/Title: The Ram

Age: Unknown (Appears to be anywhere from his late 20's to early 30's.)

Gender: Male

Race: Former human -- undead experiment

Birth Date: Unknown; date of resurrection is December 21st (the winter solstice)

Birth Place: Presumed to be somewhere in Wyoming -- was resurrected in Burlington

Class: Undead shape-shifter; embodiment of rage

Profession: Wither has no inclination of who he is or was, being resurrected from a cemetery by a member of a necromancer coven and turned over to the custody of a "doctor" whom was nothing less than a psychopath in order to be a test subject. A while back, he escaped, and now he is on the run from the scientist that seeks to reclaim him.

Religion: None.

Morality: It's complicated. While he tries his best to remain in the Lawful-Neutral category, he finds himself prone to being Chaotic-Neutral or Neutral-Evil.

Sexual Orientation: Asexual

Relationship Status: Single

Hair: Short, unkempt, grayish-brown hair that has lost a lot of its former luster due to neglect and decay.

Eyes: Empty, pale green husks

Face: His features here are incredibly gaunt. A portion of skin is torn from his left cheek and hangs at his jaw, revealing a set of teeth that have been partially eaten away by rot.

Complexion: Pallid

Scars: He has plenty of patches of ripped flesh and exposed bone across his shoulders and ribcage.

Structure: Wither stands at an average height of 5'10" with an awkward, lanky stature. Several of his joints seem to be out of place, and he has long arms and legs, with large hands and feet.

Attire: Wither wears an "off-white" blood-stained shirt that has been worn away with dust and age. His khaki jeans are tattered and ripped at the knees and ankles. His arms sport wrinkled bandages of gauze that are also stained with dried blood. They wrap themselves around his wrists up to his elbows. He dons dark brown, mudded farmer boots that push his khakis up to his knees and a matching pair of dark brown fingerless gloves. To top it off, he wears a dark brown beanie.

Accessories: Two black studs pierced into his right eyebrow, one in the right side of his nose, and one in his lower lip.

Abilities: Due to the normal advantages of being undead, Wither cannot feel any physical pain or discomfort, making it difficult to hinder him in combat. Considering none of the nerves or organs in his body are actually functioning, there is not much physical damage that could be done to him that would put him at a disadvantage (unless you were to do something to render him completely incapacitated like cutting off his legs lol). Biological qualities aside, after many years of experiments that have been conducted upon him, Wither's brain seems to have developed a "second conscience", or "doppleganger affect". This alternate personality has come to be known as "the Ram", and it is the embodiment of Wither's anger. When Wither is pushed to the point of absolute fury, the Ram will emerge from its dormant state in his mind and take over him, transforming him not only mentally, but physically. The Ram is incredibly dangerous, for anything it touches can immediately begin to decompose at its will -- including living flesh. In order to counter-act this, one's mind must be stronger than the Ram's and render its power inaffective, as it is a telekenetic ability, in a sense. Aside from reacting when Wither is enraged, the Ram can also be involuntarily released as a defense mechanism when Wither is weak or frightened.

Weaknesses: Strangely enough, while his incapability to feel pain serves as a strength, it can also be a hindrance. With his nerves being inactive, Wither is not always aware of how much damage he has taken or how far he has pushed his limits. The same can also be said when it comes to the Ram, for it is not only a danger to others, but a danger to Wither as well. It is an evil entity that torments him, seeking to consume him and leave every part of who he is behind to -- no pun intended -- wither away and be forgotten. While the Ram remains dormant in his mind for the majority of the time, it can and will emerge at even the slightest provocation.

Personality: Wither is driven by a strong will to be free. Rebellious by nature, he does not take kindly to any orders -- or even requests -- given to him. Excessively stubborn and unwilling to admit when he's wrong, he can be a bit difficult to tolerate. Nonetheless, despite his irritability, he does his best to keep himself in check and knows that he cannot let his bottled anger get the better of him at all costs -- and believe me, he has a lot of it. There is so much hatred pent up inside of him, and what scares him the most is that he doesn't know if it's an influence of the Ram or his own personal emotions. Because of this, and because he still genuinely cares enough to not want to pose a threat to anyone, he makes an effort to avoid confrontation or social situations as much as he can. If he's caught in a moment where he's forced to communicate, he tends to come off as rather awkward, doing his best to keep his words few and to the point while remaining civil and courteous at the same time. His mental instability makes him extremely guarded and paranoid, and the Ram misses no opportunities to taunt him when he is vulnerable.

Mother: Unknown

Father: Unknown. The only person that could be even remotely associated with the title is the scientist who tended to him, but he would never consider that monster as such.

Siblings: Unknown

Pets: None.

~Contacts~

"I'm so sorry... It should have been you instead of me. If I could trade places with you, I would do so in a heartbeat, you know that."

~Art~

.:x-coming soonx-:.

I will hide myself below
I'll be what you wanted
Kept inside, I won't let go
Until I burn beyond control
Who are you to change this world
Silly boy, no one needs to hear your words
Let it go
Carnivore, carnivore
Won't you come digest me?
Take away everything I am
Bring it to an end
Make me fall, make me bleed
Go ahead and change me
Take away everything I am
Everything I am

It sees all, hears all, knows all. You cannot run from it.

Clone says *the scientist just looked up at the creature dangling from his trap and offered a deadpanned expression, his eyes shifting from their original gray to a shimmering gold. Clone considered doing something rather drastic just to entertain himself, but it didn't seem all that worth it to kill such an interesting specimen right away...he might have exciting DNA and new genetic material to play with* If they're not your friends, would you mind if I got rid of them? I don't care for more human experiments; they're rather drab. *he huffed a little in mild irritation, rolling his shoulders before pulling a silent whistle from his pocket. He blew it hard, and despite making no sound that would be audible to anything but his pets, it certainly summoned them quickly. All manner of monsters started to slither forth from the depths of the shadows, all of them different in their own regard and just as terrifying as they were twisted, though the one thing they had in common was a dripping, green ooze that seemed to leak from their orifices* Feeding time! *he sung out gleefully, skipping forward a few steps and sliding his red-tinged lab goggles down over his eyes. He flicked a wrist toward the rat-creature that stayed by his side, the monster climbing the tree with ease and biting the rope just above where it had snagged the undead man. The rope smoked and began to decay at the green-tinged bite, degrading until it snapped and sent the other falling back to the ground. The creature jumped down after him and shoved him up to his feet a little roughly with its snout* Come on then! Unless you'd like to be part of the feast with your not-friends!

Clone says (( Blech, having this on his profile reminds me of how long ago I actually updated it. ;c )) *it had been dreadfully quiet these past few days, so much so that the scientist actually had time to hear himself think and that was never much a good thing. Each second seemed to drag on into eternity, minutes wasting away with nothing to do and forced into self induced isolation. The lab was spotless and each tile and window shimmering with perfection, each instrument sterilized and carefully stored away--this was perhaps what made the bloodied lab coat the scientist donned such a surprise, red tinted goggles also resting upon his head as he paced through the corridors of his own design. Brilliance couldn't sleep, a perfect design couldn't sit still, and being an experiment himself didn't give him much time to just...well, be a normal person. Perfection perfection...perfection had to be somewhere, just waiting to be created* "Damnit!" *a sudden curse shattered his silence, the man's own voice seeming to startle him for a moment before he froze, his hands delicately held out beside him before he grinned at a screen flashing on his wall of monitors and dials. A lab in the heart of the forest didn't see many visitors aside from wild animals and he'd really had his fill of toying with them, but, at the very least it gave him a chance to feed one of his other creations. And something to do* "Hey pet, come on! Let's go hunting. Hurry up now! I don't have time to wait for you~" *with a wave of his hand the scientist was already out the door, several interesting inventions stored away in his lab coat and sachel while an interesting creature leapt after him. It looked to be mostly a giant rat, though it also had traits of other woodland creatures stitched together in a fashion to create something completely different and terrifying in its own right--stitched was also a crude word, considering that it looked like it was its own species and had always meant to look that way, neon green ooze leaking from its jaws as it hunkered after its master. It didn't take long for Clone to find the trap that had been set off, though the voices in the distance were unfamiliar and exciting at the same time--visitors? How delightful! He needed more projects, he really did...his thoughts stopped midway as he glanced up at the trap and tilted his head visibly, scrunching his face up a little as if trying to get a better look at something he didn't understand* "Well aren't you an interesting one? You should probably tell your friends to leave now--I don't have time to entertain guests~"

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Wither

Angry - Detached - Unstable