"No more to build on there. And they, since they
Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs." ~ Out, Out by Robert Frost VitalisMale ⋆ Adult ⋆ Angelic Demonic NekomataTrade/Sale: Never ⋆ Designer: BaZooKa-Kat ⋆ Adopted From: BaZooKa-Kat ⋆ Designed On: 3/19/14
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A more In-depth look
Full Name: Vitalis
Meaning/Origin: Latin meaning Alive Gender: Male Occupation: Life and Death Guardian |
Age: Adult
Species: Angelic Demonic Nekomata Alignment: Neutral Good Title: |
Intro:
You walk though a field of grass. No settlements within sight as you make your way across the slowly rolling hilly terrain. You come upon the crest of the largest hill you have seen in ages upon this prairie land and see before you what appears to be a chapel sitting in the shadow of this hill. From this distance you can see no other detail beside what form here looks like smooth stone walls with black vines twisting around it. You make your way down the hill careful not to trip, as you near the great doors you begin to see the details. The walls appear to be made of smooth white marble and the black vines look to be wrought iron decorating great roman columns which stand to ether side of what may be solid oaken doors. Now you finally notice the stain glass windows but your now to close to get a good look. Stepping up to the doors you push one open, a long creak is heard as you step inside its dusty dark interior. On the far end looks to be a podium and above that a shelf. To ether side of you the walls are lined with stain glass windows though their images do not depict any religion you know. Each window seems to hold a dark scene, the first of an elder man bent over a grave, his feet appearing to be sinking into it, the next a man in bed, his skin white as the sheets he lays beneath, his eyes red as though salt had been dumped into them, following that a man sinks beneath a blue plain of waves bubbled escaping his throat, and yet another dark shapes leap out red dripping from their shadow teeth as they leap upon a white bunny. These are only a few of the many images the windows show though soon you figure out that each is a different form of death. As you walk between the benches memorized by these dark images a shadow flashes over you, looking up tot he shelf you see a small shape, its wings spreading out as ice white eyes stare down at you, its teeth unbidden by flesh as its skull shows though. Welcome to the temple of death, home of Vitalis. |
Personality:
"October's child is born for woe, And life's vicissitudes must know, But lay an opal on his chest, And hope will lull those woes to rest." - Gregorian Birthstone Poems From the back none would look down upon Vitalis but once his face shows few give him anything but a wide birth. With the look of death upon his face and powers he shares with few Vitalis must make a conscious effert to create friends, or at the vary least people who don't hate him. The guardians value him for his powers and skills, the demon class conciser him one of their own through sympathy and the angel class have accepted him though time of interactions. Thanks to his powers often Carrion hunters will speak to him and exchange knowledge of the land for knowledge of where to wait for their next meal. |
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Items:
Circlet - Opal stone represents invisibility, woe, luck, death
Cloak - Used to hide wings
Hoop Earrings - Two per ear
Powers:
Minor Death Powers: Able to suck the life out of living creatures. Is mainly a weak and slow power easily disrupted once started.
Sensing Powers: Able to sense age, disease , and sickness, and poison.
Circlet - Opal stone represents invisibility, woe, luck, death
Cloak - Used to hide wings
Hoop Earrings - Two per ear
Powers:
Minor Death Powers: Able to suck the life out of living creatures. Is mainly a weak and slow power easily disrupted once started.
Sensing Powers: Able to sense age, disease , and sickness, and poison.
Macbeth's Soliloque
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury Signifying nothing. ~ Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5, lines 17-28) |
Out, Out
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it. And from there those that lifted eyes could count Five mountain ranges one behind the other Under the sunset far into Vermont. And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled, As it ran light, or had to bear a load. And nothing happened: day was all but done. Call it a day, I wish they might have said To please the boy by giving him the half hour That a boy counts so much when saved from work. His sister stood beside them in her apron To tell them “Supper.” At the word, the saw, As if to prove saws knew what supper meant, Leaped out at the boy’s hand, or seemed to leap-- He must have given the hand. However it was, Neither refused the meeting. But the hand! The boy's first outcry was a rueful laugh, As he swung toward them holding up the hand Half in appeal, but half as if to keep The life from spilling. Then the boy saw all-- Since he was old enough to know, big boy Doing a man’s work, though a child at heart-- He saw all spoiled. “Don’t let him cut my hand off-- The doctor, when he comes. Don’t let him, sister!” So. But the hand was gone already. The doctor put him in the dark of ether. He lay and puffed his lips out with his breath. And then—the watcher at his pulse took fright. No one believed. They listened at his heart. Little—less—nothing!—and that ended it. No more to build on there. And they, since they Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs. ~ Robert Frost |
Art of Vitalis
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