Name: Unknown to even himself only called by nicknames.
Height: 6'7"
Age: Stuck in time at his prime not even he knows the age with which he sits.
Talents: Magic, swordsman, Philosopher, conjuring the dead.
Personality: fun, outgoing, Sarcastic, not one to mourn but always missing his past.
Dwelling: The Ninth Dark Circus of the Living world.
Ballad of life
He wasn’t always so dark and gloomy, in fact he was once bright and dreamy a millionaire and connoisseur of sorts Heir to a fortune large and expansive and a business flourishing with customers from all corners of the world. Until one day he felt that he shall sail the sea in a boat one of great luxury with others whom also had money to be or money had on board the ship as well as investments in the ship itself. This man however though glamorous and prosperous had not taken the righteous path of love and donation but the terrible path of hate miser like attributes. Now on this boat of which he sailed where two levels of life the level in which he lived, with the balls and food and wonderful music and then there was the lower part of life. The ship in which they sail was large meaning they needed many a man to run it smoothly and for it to sail across the sea they did not wish to leave their families and so the bottom half of the ship was labeled the crew quarters for the families of the poor and the working. Now though this ship was nice and awaiting praise and destined for greatness upon the sea it grazed nothing is sacred on ship or on land especially when faulty from bow to stern. After the 5th night into the cruise alarms rang loud and men ran rampant from door to door “Get to the lifeboats” they yell as occupants snore. Now with big ships came big things to stop it an iceberg of monstrous size had been hit with force and sent the ship into a sinking state in which the front began to dip into the water. Now an hour had passed with Chaos and screams of those being trampled below feet how morbid it seemed to scramble for life held dear when killing those beneath you just as riddled with fear as you. When it came to the last boat on the ship it had seemed hopeless so many and so little seats and the man had his chance to get onto the boat and paddle away alive and afloat but caught he did in the corner of his eye two children poor and young with no parents to guard them from the crowds that trample. Now this man had all in the world and if survived this ordeal he could use his money to build another ship just as extravagant but the children needed guidance and help so for one good moment his heart had softened as he picked them both up and headed to the boat. One seat left enough for one man but instead of his self he gave the two small children in his place the two being small enough to fit that one seat. His mind had felt clearance as he saw the boat hoisted low into the water and paddle away with that boy and girl alive and that way they would stay with the Jeweled necklace he had given the girl priceless to collectors and close to his heart, it had been given to him by his mother and she would not want it to sit at the bottom of the ocean forever unseen so he passed it on to the girl with soul so innocent and clean. Now with the last boat gone the many men and few women left on the ship had moved to the front in order avoid the waters as long as they could for they had been in the middle of the Atlantic and the waters were enough to freeze a man to death in minutes. As the ship sank heavy the front would raise high into the sky being drug down by the back but the ship could not withstand this pressure and split in two, the front falling back to water with a terrible thud breaking the man’s leg and leaving him unable to hold onto the rails of the boat as it began to tip again sinking apart from the other half. As it raise once again he had almost no grip onto the bars due to the pain he was in and the woman on the other side of the bars which now sit flat as the ship sink vertical yelled to him saying “I cannot hold on your hands are slipping.” And with a smile and a face that seemed relieved he spoke to her. “Well that’s unfortunate for me.” As his hands would slip and he would fall from the 20 story height from which the vertical ship now sit and hit the water with a force enough to shatter pained glass. And as his body sunk below the water he could see the bottom half of the ship drop down and began to pull him with it as he close his eyes and let all happen as it seemed unavoidable.
Though the man’s last act was selfless and with care for another and not himself, his life had been full of terrible things that not only one good deed could erase and so His trip into the afterlife dropped him into hell for judgment. “A terrible man you have been in your life, but your last dying wish was one of faith in others and gifting of life tht was not your own, therefore your punishment in hell shall not be torture but to watch over those being tortured, forever to be the damned and wretched warden of hells prisons.” And so his ballad of life end and his ballad of hell began anew for his mortal body lay at the bottom of the sea a bed fellow for the ship of which he sailed, the Titanic.
Ballad of hell.
Once a great nightmare of hell this shadow of a man roamed the landscape of the underworld keeping its occupants fearing for what could be there and what could be here. For years his job was the same and without end he work it, only irony that lay forth is that he worked the Graveyard shift of the dead. Until he met a womanly demon far from a seductress but enough to lure his gaze swiftly he gained her attention as he pleased in order to get her within his grasp. Maybe a month gone by and he had met her plenty, known her well and loved her greatly. However the devil was not kind to him upon learning his love was the daughter he held dear. but this lowly nightmare demons burning soul was yearning for her day and night but the devil came forth to give him a fright and when the nightmare refused to leave her be; the devil counted to a number called three in which he said "i shall banish thee from this world, form my daughter and forever it is you she wont see" but the nightmare's love had grown to strong and the devil wanted not, for his love to belong to the daughter he had held so dear. the demon couldn't help but shed a tear as the devil said "Banished is thee to the darkest place on earth far crossed the sea you shall remain for on the fruit of my loin you have placed a wretched stain" And so the nightmare was banished and sent forth to the world of the living without a name an identity or even clothes on his back to hide his shame but not in the middle of nowhere was he dropped but a Specific place a place of light and deadly embrace, a Circus well lit but empty it seemed maybe after closing all had went to consort with their dreams. But one still remained, a woman in red, white, and black greeted him well with a hand out stretched a smile straight out of hell. So this was the place with which he shall dwell for eternity this circus of the dead. heartbroken and unwanted he shall wait his days for that lovely demon to come claim his heart for until then his life shall remain apart.
 llGrizzedMyPantsll · Fri Nov 09, 2012 @ 01:32am · 0 Comments |
