Aaheru"Tortured One"
“Dare to reach out your hand into the darkness, to pull another hand into the light.”
- Norman B. Rice |
Gender: Male ⋆ Age: Adult ⋆ Species: Tortured Jackal
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Full Name: Aaheru
Meaning/Origin: Chief of Terrors Gender: Male Occupation: Spirit Guide |
Age: Adult
Species: Tortured Jackal Alignment: Chaotic Good Title: Tortured One |
History:
Aaheru was born a normal Egyptian jackal. His fur was a lighter black near brownish yellow while his eyes were a piercing ice blue. His tail was short, the tip speckled in black fur and for him life was good. Aaheru grew up in the foothills along the forsaken plains. There there was little to worry about, plenty to eat, enough rain but not to much, and a pleasant sun to keep the chill away. This place would be a famine to any Tainted and that it was for the local Tainted. And so it was about time they made themselves some food. Now some of the more evolved Tainted, those who have consumed more souls or were born from the souls of more powerful beings would have been smart enough to create internal conflict amongst the areas residence but these Tainted were weaker, number, they didn't have the capabilities of thinking far enough ahead to conceive a plan such as that so instead they went about things the quick way. Kidnap someone and torture them. And so came Aaheru's fate. The Tainted found him alone and picked him off like a hawk and a mouse, taking him away to chain up in the dark dank hold of a long abandoned watch tower. Chains crisscrossed the interior, pooling at the bottom like some venomous snake. And Aaheru was brought here, and dropped here, chains tied and locked around him, weighing his body down and pulling his form this way and that, exposing him to all the glee the Tained may have with him. The first to go was his left eye. An abandoned tower full of stone and rusted metal. An old metal palisade spike was lifted by one of the Tainted. It's metal tip was tickled along his cheek before pulled back and stabbed keep into his eye, cracking though the skull into the brain. |
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