GhostSunCharacters

The complete list of RP characters of GSS


You are not connected. Please login or register

Merihem Belial

View previous topic View next topic Go down  Message [Page 1 of 1]

1 Merihem Belial on Fri Sep 20, 2013 6:37 am

Admin


Admin


Name:
Merihem Belial

AKA:
The Red Death

Quote:
“O miserable man, what a deformed monster has sin made you! God made you "little lower than the angels"; sin has made you little better than the devils”

Relatives/family:
Deceased

Gender:
Male

Species:
Heartless (Pestilence Demon)

Social Status:
Cult Leader

Sexuality:
Perverted Straight

Relationship Status:
Widowed

Age - Looks:
40-45

Age - Actual:
693

Birthplace:
Crimea (Ukraine)

Date of birth:
Actual Birth: October 30th
Resurrection: Walpurgis Night (30th April to 1st May)

Current residence:
Hollows Catacombs

Other residences before hollows:
Crimea (Ukraine)
Venice (Italy)

Hair Color:
Salt and Pepper

Eye Color:
Payne’s Grey (dark blue-grey color)

Height:
6ft5

Weight:
157lbs

Skin tone:
Grayed Caucasian

Blood Type:
Hemophilic A negative

Male at minimum
# Neck: 14 ½ in
# Waist: 28 in
# Chest: 39 in
# Hip: 33 in
# Biceps: 14 in
# Forearm: 11 ½ in
# Thigh: 21 in
# Calf: 13 in


Power:
Aaron Touch
Merihem Belial is one of the strongest masters of Sanguine Manipulation, otherwise known as hematokinesis or blood bending due to the personal scorn he’d underwent himself (check bio for more details). Through a unique form of psychokinetic manipulation he’s able of forcing the blood in someone’s body to the desired direction, enabling him to cut off circulation to the limbs resulting in induced paralysis; he can even go as far as obstructing blood flow to the point of death or overloading a directed point in the arterial system until the blood veins rupture or even the heart itself rips open from excessive blood flow…  

The true genius in Merihem’s understanding of the hematokinesis comes in the rare ability of Aaron Touch; the Aaron Touch is the ominous ability of turning regular water weither in liquid state or airborne into tainted blood. Almost like painter he can conjure blood out of thin air to move at his command much like an elemental controls fire, air, earth or electricity. Streams of summoned blood can be sent towards their enemies in full-fledged tidal waves yet at an enormous personal price…

Aaron Touch and his control of hematokinesis can only be wielded through the personal sacrifice of blood (similar to blood magic); by using his own blood as the source of his power he can control and conjure blood within others and his environment. This means that the more blood he creates from thin air, the more of his own bodily strength he needs to sacrifice, require large periods of recovery between usages…

Imprecakinesis
Imprecakinesis more commonly known as Hell-Fire Manipulation is a remarkable talent Merihem has acquired through his resurrection into this world as a Heartless; more frequently used by demons for destructive purposes, Merihem wield this power for defensive/protective purposes only. Hell-Fire is a superior form of common fire signified by blackened flames inextinguishable by normal means. Once conjured the flames are beyond controllable, only used in times of desperation to ward off opponents, create barriers or simply obliterate hordes of enemies in one single unbound attack…

The side-effect is Imprecakinesis falls beneath the source of this summoned Hell-Fire, for even reaching into the pits of Purgatory requires grave sacrifice of Merihem’s behalf. Only through suicide which is a different concept for a Heartless than to most others can Merihem unleash the ravishing black flames from Hell. A Heartless Suicide is accomplished through the severing of both wrists, unleashing a fatal stream of his blood with every drop of the tainted crimson awakening the ravishing fires from hell. The Suicide for a Heartless is a temporary state that leaves Merihem is a state of hibernation for a full moon cycle. In this period of hibernation he falls into a comatose state with no bodily functionality, no mobility or signs of life; During this period he’d vulnerable to enemy attacks yet only by those able of breaching through the protective ward of Hell-Fire…

Symbiotic Existence
Through the worst of scorns a man could have been put through, Merihem became a Heartless, a rare abomination of Hell whose heart was literally carved from his chest by the hands of the one the Heartless truly loved. By this dreadful curse the vacancy of the cut-out heart is replaced with a grim symbiote Hell itself exiled to their darkest depths. This fiendish entity replaced the vital organ now energizing the body with a hellish power. He’s granted strength, speed, endurance and reflexes by this parasitic life-form, rendering the most common of human functions unnecessary. The symbiote produces everything the natural body requires, blood, anti-bodies, hormones yet all in a tainted variation in excessive amounts. This results in stupors, seizures, nervous ticks and spastic tendencies…

There are serious repercussions to the hellish symbiotic existence, like the shadow side of all the generally increased values of his body. The symbiote corrupts him, becomes a demonic voice within his head that demands blood, death and power. It left him branded with tainted memories of the past to be relived over and over, forcing him to go through the same horrors of his past until madness consumes the last trace of his humanity. To ward of the growing hunger and corruption he’s found a way to feed the symbiote without losing the last fragments of his sanity: sacrificing and corrupting others. Through murder, torture and rape he’s able of ceasing the symbiote devouring his own soul…

Accursed Chrysopoeia
Chrysopoeia, otherwise known as the illustrious Midas Touch is the legendary ability where any object can be turned into solid gold by a brief touch of hand; Merihem is however is less fortunate as the mythical King Midas. Due to the gruesome event in his past, his heart being ripped from his chest the demonic transformation to a Heartless had an unfortunate side-effect: the accursed Chrysopoeia. Now whenever Merihem touches something (inanimate) objects, they spontaneously transform into tar and oil. The process isn’t involuntary but commanded by his preferred timing, simply allowing him to reduce any regular material into flammable tar and oil…

There’s a major side-effect to this remarkable gift is his dependence on an emotional equilibrium to keep the peculiar gift in check; when wielding any of his sinister abilities his focus is drawn away from maintaining his calm and composure resulting in the involuntary exposure to the accursed Chrysopoeia. Strengthened by the enhancement of anarchy reigning the expanding effects of the ability are widened and uncontrolled turning his entire surroundings into dense tar. In these circumstances the environment in his surroundings becomes extreme flammable due to the material shift in the objects he comes in contact with. One beneficial side-effect of his Accursed Chrysopoeia is wealth for the oil he’s able of creating by single touch has brought him a vast fortune through the sale of oil for as long as he’s able finding object to touch, his ‘oil well’ will never be depleted…

Necrotic Empowerment
Through Necrotic Empowerment Merihem can summon the power to strengthen himself by the deaths of others. He can use it to physically strengthen his body, nourishing the symbiote existence; occasionally he’s able of using the life-energy of others to increase the potency of any of his additional abilities. By each death he’s able of conjuring such incredible strength, the blood of the fallen enemies are drained from their bodies leaving but dust behind, while all the stolen life-energy is surged into his body. When utilizing the Aaron Touch he’s capable of dodging the harsh repercussions of the hematokinesis deeming blood sacrifice, by exchanging the captured energy of deceased people…

Through Necrotic Empowerment Merihem’s capable of extending his life to abnormal proportions, he’s able of decelerating the aging process; for more than six centuries he’s used the life-energy of others to extend his own life at a certain rate. For each year lived beyond his natural date of death, he’s sacrificed one soul to the fiendish fires of the underworld. These deaths are required to occur through an elaborate ritual whereas he sets up a perverted altar; a woman spread upon a branded altar with legs spread-eagled, vagina thrust open as each of her outstretched fists grasps to black candles with a chalice of whore blood reposed onto her belly. Unlike most demons dwelling on earth he doesn’t kill in frenzy but through manipulation make an innocent woman volunteer for the sacrifice; those going by free will into Purgatory through the ritual by his hands however return as ghouls to restlessly wander…

Birth Marks:
Instead of first molars Merihem has an additional Mandibular canine (two sets of canine teeth)

Scars/Marks:
One massive two inch wide, ten inches long laceration scar where his heart was carved from his chest.

Tattoo's/Piercings:
His body is riddled with ceremonial satanic brands burned into his flesh; every symbol imaginable to the Dark Lord is etched in his body from the common inverted pentagrams to the sigils of Lucifer, Baphomet, the Crests of Eliphas Levi and hundreds of distinct markings of Hall.

One mark however stands out as it’s burned into his chest on top of the scar where his heart was torn from his chest. No knows the origins of this mark nor understands the immense dark energy it conjures within its carriers, but the oddity has come to represent the crest of the Heartless.

Scent:
Having been rejected by the Seven Circles of Hell itself, there’s a natural wicked scent surrounding his presence that reeks of ash-filled smoke, corrupted flesh and a remarkably chemical stench. Traces of foul riddled nitrates and sulfites linger on his skin as the first hints of decomposition are stirring.

To mask his heinous nature from others of inferior creatures, Merihem turns towards odorous perfumes that add a manly musk to his appearance; similar to old spice rich scents of fragrant woods, rugged spices and just a splash of alcohol. In other cases the rusted hints of blood add to his cologne.

Voice:
Soft soothing voice very similar to the melodic deep bass voice of James Earl Jones

Alternate Forms:
Only through the demonic ritual of human sacrifice does his fiendish demonic nature surface, turning his skin to a sickly decayed complexion with an ash-riddled skin tainted in blackened scorch marks. In this form the mere appearance of his facial expression seem to elongate his face in a tormenting gaze.

Fashion & Makeup:
Human:
When mimicking the human physique Merihem will turn towards casual comfortable clothing without any specific preference brand and designer wise; instead Merihem has a natural charismatic appearance that transpires in his choice of clothing. Dark T-shirts, grayish colors returning in every aspect of his wardrobe, he’s no stranger to peculiar theatrical elements including ceremonial robes, leather accents and metal details.

For sacrificial circumstances Merihem turns towards a distinct ceremonial appearance with blackened robes with hoods and masks; the amount of symbolism in these garments is present, dark ominous marks of the undercroft and purgatory are branded with crimson wires in the clothing, grotesque pagan symbols to the Undying and the Dark One are weaved in his ceremonial appeal.

Sociability & Emotionality:
Sociability
Merihem is a deceiving, manipulative yet charismatic individual who’s known to charm people into his dark order, where his sadistic nature becomes apparent. He’s a social chameleon who’s presence is often noticed yet seldom remembered or recollected by those not worthy of his ‘way’. He tends to speak in tongues; riddles and puzzles being renowned in his speech towards people whom he needs to push into a pathway of thought far beyond their understanding and grasp. He’s feigned kind and open to people, often mistaken as a person to be trusted to be confide in due to his deep soothing voice and almost fatherly appeal towards the world. Women perceive him to be a sincere, mysterious figure; one of those seldom characters to cross their path that happens to know things they desire to explore, while men see him as an icon to follow.

This appeal socially towards his person is extremely beneficial for his profession yet only directed towards a scarce group of individuals worthy of the ‘Creed’. In general he keeps his distance to avoid causing suspicion to be directed to his operations and ceremonies, yet he’ll turn towards those few people who to him carry the ‘Brand’ (bio for more info). These few individuals, usually younger adults and matured adolescents are almost swayed to his point of view through open discussions, propaganda and a series of mind-boggling riddles and puzzles that leaves one second guessing their believes. Towards others he’s perceived as a distant individual with scarce social interactions outside of the necessary communications required to remain unnoticed.

Emotionality
To define Merihem emotionally, it to utilize two words: Manipulative and Scorn.
Manipulative is the most dominant and persistent of elements of his personality as Merihem takes utmost pleasure in watching others fulfill his commands. To achieve total control on someone’s psyche, manipulating their thoughts, ideas and believes, rending them volatile to his own twisted philosophy. Most cult leaders play with their followers head to flatter their own egos from narcissistic origins, yet Merihem uses his mental puppetry to vindicate the wrong that has been inflicted in him. To see others leap into his propaganda, to get ensnared in an elaborate web of lies, false promises and deceptions, only reminds him of his own foolishness that made him who he’s today. In a sense with every life he sacrifices to his false church and creed, he’s killing his own humanity through the corporal punishment and death of others. It’s a sickly, depraved form of self-torture and masochism that guides his hands and words to scorn others in the same mark he’d been branded with…

Scorn is the second primer of his existence, like a scar that won’t heal; like a brand for all to know the torment he’s been pulled through. He’s forsaken upon humanity, having defied his own heritage for this newly acquired life as a Heartless yet at a price beyond belief; tarnished by the most horrific of experiences, he’s forever a prisoner of the betrayal of love, forced to relive the treason every moment of his life, leaving no way out but through the continuous sacrifice of blood. He’s looking towards the world from a self-destructive point of view, failing to find the light that has been stolen from him in this life and the one beyond. This rendered him distant and frigid, not emotionless yet numbed to compassion and morals that no longer cease to exist in this dreaded world. In order for him to feel that last shred of humanity lingering underneath the growing corruption, he’s addicted to inflicting the same gruesome betrayal onto others in his own image. Love is a beacon long perished for this damned soul…

Strengths & Weaknesses:
Strength
Blood, Merihem’s greatest strength is found within the origins of his power over blood; Aaron Touch enables him to distance himself from the hidden root of humanity still buried deep within the void in his chest, granting him life, power and an irrefutable cunning upon the average psyche.

His mental influence over weaker minds is an additional strength to reckon with, for young adults and lost adolescents are more likely to fall for his twisted propaganda. He’s able of spewing his poisoned words in such a manner they sound like marvelous wonders for the future.

Weakness
Through the heinous ordeal of his personal sacrifice, Merihem’s mind was forever stuck in that dreaded place that lead to his death in the first place; he’s to forever repeat the grievous event through the transference in others. To sustain the scarce trace of humanity left in him, he’s required to sacrifice others in his own image.

Due to his history he’s no longer able of feeling the emotion that lead to his downfall in the first place, hence no love, no adoration and no desire beside of the perverted needs to satisfy the symbiote existence. Like a parasite he’s dependent of others in society to grant him life, so like most leeches, taking away the source entirely would render his powers void.

Interests & Hobbies:
Body art: piercings, tattoos and scarification
Occult rituals, practices and symbolism

Likes:
Ritual sacrifices
Perverted sexual acts
Living Art Objects and Designs

Dislikes:
Love and all related concepts
Common religious practices
Public display of affection

Attitude:
Charismatic, Manipulative, Vindictive and Scorn

Song and or Playlist:



Weapons:
Merihem is unlikely to turn towards weapons for confrontation, more likely to use his abilities for combat purposes in both defensive and offensive circumstances.

Background:
Merihem grew up in obscure circles of Crimea, a seaside town along a modest medieval port; ships and boats set port along the pinewood docks, sailors roaming to through town in their drunken stupor while the locals spend their days shoving crates and carts back and forth between the cities beyond the Ukrainian coastline. Life here was simple even amongst the corruption and politics that took place beyond spectators’ eyes as the nobility governing this city were stealing from the town’s treasury and crime sprouted freely amidst the alleys of the city’s slums. Merihem grew up in this filth by his own choice after he severed the ties with his wealthier families in defiance of their oppressive decisions. He started his own life beyond the family name where he worked as port master in the docks; daily he spend countless hours inspecting cargo being brought into the country while conducting the loading and unloading procedures with stern hand. With his soothing voice and natural charisma inherited from his Beaumonde family, Merihem became an admired figure in Crimea who earned the respect of both captains and sailors, laborers and nobility who all looked up to his fair and honorable judgment that lead to a period of glory for the port. Years of standing upon those pinewood docks, welcoming travelers from far and wide with a modesty and courtesy that charmed his person greatly; wealth and fortune in ways beyond the obvious his coffers getting specked came to him in great displeasure of his own family who disapproved of his reluctant attitude towards their policies within Crimea. A plot was set afoot, dark and ominous and dreadful for the future would soon turn bleak…

After raising himself independently from his family name, became a person beyond that title attached to their reputation, Merihem was one figure within the city that served as a beacon of hope against the downfall by corruption and crime. He started to establish rules and regulation, an entire order of followers gathering behind him for the cause; an underground movement led by Merihem behind the curtains started to fend off criminal enterprises, corrupted politicians dealt with in a clandestine and vigilant determination. The leeches who’d drained the city from hope and wealth were hung along the walls, strung up to show that Crimea wasn’t a city were such behavior was tolerated. The sun seemed to shine brighter upon these streets, the slums looking cleaner even in these medieval times as the Order now crept to high official positions, to the great displeasure of the nobility. Merihem didn’t respond to the treats, mostly casted them aside as acts of a scared animal finding themselves pinned into a corner by the Order; Merihem simply continued in his ways to meet the affection of women to share his bed with, men loyally guarding his person out of free will, though this was rather an illusion. Merihem had a way with words, charming and charismatic that led people to believe every syllable rolling of his tongue as his ideas became those of others in a mischievous way. These were strings pulled behind the curtains, people becoming puppets to his propaganda that though different from the original corruption would eventually lead towards the same demise. A demise that would be initiated by his own blood and one individual who’s betray would forever beckon into the darkest pits of hell…

The Order grew beyond the borders of Crimea, the shippers taking Merihem’s teaching to others ports throughout Europe; the captains and their crew spread the world to revolt against authority all leading to the ascended status that Merihem’s name became accompanied with. In large harbors like Venice, Calais, Gibraltar started their own Orders with the idolized image of Merihem becoming their Messiah. Within Crimea the old monarchy and nobles were shunned from official functions as the town’s governmental seats were taken over by the Order. Merihem seated as acting mayor at city hall along with his newly-wedded wife Asana who’d come along four years ago to sweep him off his feet. Crimea was now ruled by the Order, taxes thrown out of the window, figures of authority pushed aside to be replaced with Order figures of Merihem’s believes and ideas. The first institute Merihem’s propaganda took away was the Church and all religious symbols in the same line to neglect the oppressive thoughts of the Church and the gods that prevented any form of development for the future of the city and the world; the concept of nobility owning land was discarded like rubbish and the promise of government in hands of the people was spread, though once more this was an illusion like all cults were founded upon for the Order was nothing but a glorified cult. Asana however distracted Merihem of the cause, her body so divine that the determined mind of this man failed to resist; most their days were spend in bed, infatuated with carnal sin and the consummation of their marriage. Merihem was blind to the obvious changes that went on his Order, the same corruption infecting his grand idea’s and his followers started to deviate from the plan while their master spend his night in perverted sin with Asana, his wife and the woman hired by him own family to undermine his authority as every night they’d spend together was a horror the woman pushed herself to endure his presence…

On the night of their first anniversary the betrayal that shocked even the depths of hell occurred; with the star shining upon the city of Crimea, the moon absent of the horizon Asana climbed into Merihem’s lap with her stunning features in full glory. His eyes dared not stray from her figure; adoring the ground this woman walked on like the divine themselves carried her on their hands. His arms were playfully tied to the posts of the bed with velvet sashes, legs restrained in similar fashion as he witnessed her marvelous body fold into his embrace. To feel her soft hands rub along his skin caused a gasp of air escape his lips, to feel her hips move upon his brought another sigh of raw ecstasy to flush past his lip as the marvelous wonder of his wife in control pushed him to the brink of climax with every second passing, but the pleasure turned to violence in one blink of an eye. Asana revealed the reality of their marriage, a scam set up by his own parents to break down his spirit, budge his reputation to brand his name as void in the city of Crimea. This however didn’t occur for Merihem’s followers were unshaken by the rumors and blind to the obvious truth of the reality of the Order, so more drastic measures took place. With knife in hand Asana slashed into his flesh with sinister accuracy; the blade was pushed deep in his chest turning the sighs and moans  of pleasure to screams of pain and terror with the last breath approaching with every closing second. She carved his heart from his chest out of spite for his admiring eyes falling on her body as life faded in his Payne Grey eyes…

Merihem’s death did go unpunished for his closest followers stood witness to the horrific screams of their dying leader and came to his aid too late; Asana didn’t dodge her faith however when the Order witnessed their leader murdered and mutilated and retaliated with equal  force. The woman was violated, raped and murdered, her blood to blend with her murdered husband as the disgruntled followers marched into the streets in an act of redemption for the treason; the march of the Order set fire to the streets, plunder and violence getting out of hand as they headed for the higher circles of Crimea where the rich nobility lived in luxurious manors. In the name of their fallen leader, windows were thrown to shards with rocks and logs, the nouveau riche being slaughtered to taint the cobblestone street crimson as every their blue blood reached the murky waters of the docks. The marble and mahogany homes were pillaged, heirlooms of Ukrainian nobles were torched and stolen to be burned in memory of Merihem as his personal disciple lead the riot with the torn heart in hand with his name shouted across the scorched rooftops. Merihem’s Order became an underground cult representing all the ideas and revolutionary ideas of their leader in revolt and disgust of the medieval governing system where families of old fortune continued to control the people who required something entirely different from their disgruntled believes as Merihem was buried in memory on the ground of his ancestral home torched down in his name…

Through anger and blood his death had brought forth, Merihem’s soul was casted into the deepest pit of the Seven Circles of Hell before the pit of Lucifer himself; a lifeless body with carved out heart fell petrified into the frozen lake that held the Devil himself yet the soul never arrived like was expected. A transformation started to happen, the darkness of Purgatory seeping into the inanimate corpse of one of the world’s most reckoned cult leaders. The icy waters of Hell, dense like blood and sickly like the black tar that rushed through the Devil’s veins infected his inanimate body where the hollowness of his heart called for new life. A symbiote parasite that roamed this frozen depth of the Seven Circles, loathed by Lucifer itself for his wicked ways, crept inside Merihem’s body to replace the decayed soul. The symbiote brought life to the body again, restored what it could from the tainted body yet the damage had already been done; Merihem’s soul had forfeited to its former humanity yet once conjured back into damned existence the corruption proved to be grave beyond reckoning. He rose again from the depths of Hell, his body nurtured by the damned fluids of the five rivers of Hell that served as blood through his cursed veins. He was resurrected yet no longer alone in sharing his reanimated body but with new discovered abilities; the blood in his veins allowed him to move the blood of others even conjuring blood out of thin air through the rites of personal sacrifice but his very existence was despised by every creature in Hell, the symbiote of the Accursed Lakes forbidden and shunned by Lucifer and the Higher Demons of Hell until Merihem was simply exiled from these damned Seven Circles of Hell…

Merihem respawned in his land of origins, the burned ruins of Crimea where the Order had raised a shrine in memory of their former leader that crawl from beyond the grave. His old body took in another breath, only to feel the continuous burning memory of his heart torn from his chest; a scar two inches wide, ten inches long disgraced his once majestic form with the hollowness still screaming for his lost humanity only more graver by realizing the symbiotic existence that now kept him alive. He walked from his grave with scorn in his chest while the thinned out members of his Order stand in awe at the resurrection. He now truly became their Messiah, the scarce followers that remained loyal to the ideas of the Crimea revolution worshipped the ground where he walked, but that ground never would feel the same. Merihem discarded this land of origins, sought refuge in the underground of his city to get his thoughts straightened out while the witnesses to his ascendance started to spread the word. Across Europe’s harbors many small chapters of the Order had dwelled in the shadows, now hearing word of the miracle that occurred. Hundreds of followers started to swarm towards the land of origins, only to be disappointed about the decision made by Merihem who disbanded the Order. His time in Hell, the corruption weighing heavy on his shoulders and the betrayal he was put through caused bad blood for what the Order represented, leaving only madness and anger boiling. With his new found powers he erased the last of followers from the face of the earth, once more branding Crimea as the crimson graveyard before Merihem walked away from it all…

His journey went far and wide throughout Europe, savagely destroying every chapter of his Order that had rooted in the corrupted, raped version of his teachings; the mouth to mouth distribution of his believes, his theories had resulted in variations of his initial rebellious Order; his image being used by megalomaniacs for their own twisted purposes demanding to be erased from the earth. One chapter after the next was exterminated; using his ability to control the blood to induce seizures, convulsions, heart implosions and arteries simply forces to erupt. He was relentless in the eradication of his Order, all who’d deviated in even the smallest way from his original ideas barbarically destroyed through Merihem’s control over their vital functions often tormented for hours as the sight of his foes squirming made him feel less hollow and damned in this dreaded existence. It was in this process of burning away his own mark left in history that his gift, his adoration of using others became apparent. Where at first Merihem committed these heinous penile crimes himself, much greater satisfaction came from convincing others to do them for him; to corrupt his own loyal followers into killing eachother to spill eachother’s blood for the entertainment of their leader brought a certain light to his weary existence. He began to use his charisma to swap people for purposes much grimmer than revolting against shady politics, the Order being thinned down to a scarce hand of followers willing to comply with his newly found wicked ways. He’d started to poise his own Order to the point of their self-destruction…

The last chapter of his Order that he paid a visit was Venice, yet the Merihem that arrived in the city afloat was a new man; not a better man parse but a fiend who’d accepted the corrupted symbiote he now carried inside his chest, serving as the heart he’d been robbed off. For the chapter of Venice he’d something special in store, something new and twisted to punish them for tainting his believes, yet surprise came to him when arriving. His resurrection and the purge of the chapters had led Venice’s Order to start reformation on their own, cleansing their ranks on their own initiative to welcome their Messiah. A darkened ceremonial hall beckoned by ritual robes and utterly obedient and complying followers awaited with bowed heads, bearing gifts as Merihem arrived. His original teachings stood chiseled in the walls, recited by heart and burned in the very flesh of the reorganized chapter of the Order at an immense surprise awaited: his heart stored inside a crystal urn stood in the surroundings of an altar in all its glory. Merihem stood with doubt amidst his followers; the Venice chapter true and loyal to his word and his teaching were spared from his wrath. The Order was reestablished and ready to comply to his new teaching, grim dark and sinister teachings allowing Merihem to tolerate the horrors he’d been pushed through by the betrayal of a lover. Vile rituals, human sacrifices and the torture of individuals who’d continued to reject Merihem within their society. Every week another female body with the heart carved from her chest was set afloat through the Venice canals, enucleated and mutilated baring the signature of the Order in memory of that heinous act against Merihem…

Decades went by with the Order festering like a Cancer below the streets of Venice, young new members with raw drive and sinister intentions were recruited in their ranks, while the elder followers were ceremonially casted into Purgatory in the example of their resurrected Messiah. Merihem became a notorious figure in the city, his name never bore to speak out loud as he simply became El Morto Rosso, the Red Death for his gallant image of Merihem wandering the streets at dusk in his red cape and blackened leather outfit with the scar for all to behold. Bodies set afloat in the rivers to remind people of the Order’s existence while the Order itself diverted from his own teachings; the Order became a fully fledged cult with ritual killings, ceremonial rites and pagan ceremonies with blood and sacrifice to be performed to almost satanic proportions. Merihem became confident in his role as Messiah and the Red Death, becoming that what people needed him to be. The Order marveled in the shadows, dark and wicked considered as one of the darkest stains within the grand city of Venice to great displeasure of the local community. Soldiers started marching out to seek their shadowed ritual grounds, yet their search was pointless, the Order simply too well-protected, too well-preserved as a secret as their followers rather died as martyrs than daring to summon the wrath of the Red Death…

In the summer of 1630, the town of Venice faced a disaster beyond compare when the City Guard started to round up followers of Order; everyone bearing the mark of the Red Death was brought to the San Marco Square for a public hanging to serve as an example to all followers of the underground cults within their city. Torches and banners marched through the streets towards San Marco Square, citizens in dubious hold to either join the general mob of the City Guard or to run and hide for the wrath of the Red Death bound to be conjured by this act. The last were wise in their decision for the Red Death marched out to his followers’ rescue; with his maroon red cape, leather boots and ceremonial robes he walked through the streets where the canals started to turn to blood. With both his wrist severed, the symbiote hungering for vendetta Merihem’s hematokinesis grew beyond its limits turning the sewers to blood filled rivers infecting the city in a toxic plague. Carried on a tidal wave of blood the now demonic frame of Merihem moved through the city, infecting all residents in the sickness and poisons that drifted within the city waters Merihem arrived at San Marco. His fury was unstoppable after this second attempt of betrayal; he’d sacrificed his own demonic blood for his followers, waves of poisoned blood surging through the streets where they ripped apart the City Guard ranks. The Order members awaiting their execution accepted their role to be sacrificed for this second purge, their blood used as an added bonus to their master’s vile revenge. The Black Plague was unleashed in the city before the flames of Hell were conjured to set the streets on fire, following the example of his first disciple; appointed with the responsibility to salvage the dormant Merihem, his most trusted disciple within the Order came to collect his mentor from the plagued city steps, placing him into a sarcophagus to host the slumbering Heartless…

The sarcophagus of Merihem, the Red Death became a family heirloom of the Disciple’s family passed down from one son to the next throughout the ages as they remained true to the original Order’s teachings. The sarcophagus was their best kept secret, worshipped as they awaited the second resurrection of their Messiah, but the Order itself slowly died out from Europe’s underground circles. After countless generations off passing on this illustrious coffin, the family moved around a lot to remain under the radar, the cult continuing in the example of the Venetian glory but smaller and less grotesque in their ways; the sacrifices continued in the hope to awaken Merihem until that blessed/damned day eventually came in the last generation of Disciple who’d lived in hiding from prosecution in the Catacombs of Hollows; a hermit in isolation had devoted every second to the Order collecting every artifact including the Heart and with sickness about to claim his soul, he made his final sacrifice to awaken his master. Merihem awoke from his slumber, the flames of Hell releasing their grip as he resurrected for the second time within Hollows Catacombs. Now he’s wandering the city in search of another Disciple, someone worthy of his teaching before reestablishing the Order in all its grandeur…

Vehicle:
To be purchased

Other Images:



View user profile http://ghostsunshadows.forumotion.com

View previous topic View next topic Back to top  Message [Page 1 of 1]

Permissions in this forum:
You cannot reply to topics in this forum