Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2021 7:54:24 GMT
Nowhere King
Name: Nowhere King
Nickname: Elk, General
Canon or OC: Canon
Fandom: Centaurworld
Age: 60
Species: Elktaur
Name of Homeworld: Centaurworld
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Face Claim: Matt Bomer/ Himself
Appearance:
The Elktaur: With the body of an elk and the torso and head of a man. Even in his original glory, the Nowhere King sliced a powerful silhouette. Strong, sturdy legs pulled down into razor sharp hooves while prongs erupted from either side of his skull branching into the sky. Traditionally handsome with soft brown hair and even softer eyes, his downfall was love and he cleaved both his physical body and soul in two to claim it. A pity it was in vain.
The Nowhere King: Hellish and corroded by hate, his legacy is malice, a putrid venom so thick and pungent that flesh and muscle, bone and blood gave way to a grotesque seething rage in the form of a giant elk skull branched by antlers that spear the sky itself. Oozing black tar with six insectoid-like legs, he slices a vision to haunt the darkest corners of the imagination.
Weapons: None
Powers/Magic
Metamorphosis- Able to shapeshift between what he once was and what he has now become. He can hold the Elktaur form for about twelve hours before his true form begins to break through.
Consumption- The virulent tar that oozes from his bodice is consuming, trapping, ensnaring and feeding off of anything it touches.
Malleable- His primary form is an emotion bent and warped out of shape... hatred given agency in the world and that makes him difficult to strike down.
Dark Magic- Is able to manipulate the bleak darkness around him, bending and warping it to fit his malicious purpose
Physical Abilities:
- As the Elktaur he's able to run at top speed of an elk in it's prime, he's physically stronger than the average human though not by leaps and bounds and his prongs make a deadly weapon embedded into his skull. While not nearly as skilled with magic as the other half of his consciousness, he is able to manipulate small things though his strengths lie primarily in the analytical science of his mind.
Weaknesses:
Her - The Woman. She is the Nowhere King's heart, his life is forfeit if she so commands it. He is hers, he always has been.
Starvation- He exists on the brink of it's fringes at all times. His body is sustained by death and raw meat. if he does not feed, he will expire.
Hatred- It makes his movements, his responses predictable.
Cruel- Unconcerned by ethics or morality, he does not inspire loyalty beyond the abominations he's created and carved for his army... and in fairness they don't have a choice.
Love- None of this would have happened if he hadn't dared to love.
Likes:
Freedom- He has been collared or caged for over half of his existence. He yearns to be free.
Family- Be it forced or willing, he craves the togetherness, a pity he doesn't care how it comes
Control- So much has been forcefully taken from his grasp, for too long he has been collared and trapped. No more.
Minotaurs- The family he made, spliced together from broken parts and pieces, he is their king and they will obey him.
Her - He has always been hers, his life, his heart, his soul.
Dislikes:
Shackles and cages- Collared and caged, nothing quite incites the Nowhere King to rage like iron bars and cold metal
Love- It has corrupted him, a disease that has poisoned and ruined his soul. he loves her but he hates that he does.
The Space Between- Tricked and ensnared he spent years brooding in the hellscape of Nowhere, the space between worlds
The General- Betrayed and stolen, his lies sealed the fate of the Elktaur and thousands more. The source of the Nowhere King's seething hate
Himself- He hates what he has become. He loathes the venomous corruption that spills from his gaping maw but he cannot stop.
Friends/Relatives: None
Significant Other/Love Interest: The Woman
Personality:
Can a creature whose had their soul ripped in half only to be raggedly thrown back together in a violent tempest of pain and death truly have a base personality? Seething rage still festers, dancing in his soul like a corroding poison... but he also remembers how to love and her words haunt him, coloring the guilt that runs bone deep. Despite her final sin, her act of absolution, he forgives her and this Molotov cocktail that brews in his soul like a virulent storm is unpredictable, a maelstrom of unstable emotions erupting from the darkest pits of rage and the deepest wells of despondency.
A part of him yearns to take this second chance, to reclaim his place within stable society. He aches for her forgiveness, for her love, for her acceptance.. but she is not here and the absolution he finds is only within his own agency, his own freedom, a dangerous thing where he is concerned. The anger and malice still exists, still permeates his consciousness like a pounding war drum and it is tempting, so very tempting to rebuild what has been lost and to give into that seething rage. Which will win out, which will he succumb too? It still remains to be seen.
A part of him yearns to take this second chance, to reclaim his place within stable society. He aches for her forgiveness, for her love, for her acceptance.. but she is not here and the absolution he finds is only within his own agency, his own freedom, a dangerous thing where he is concerned. The anger and malice still exists, still permeates his consciousness like a pounding war drum and it is tempting, so very tempting to rebuild what has been lost and to give into that seething rage. Which will win out, which will he succumb too? It still remains to be seen.
History:
Very big Centaurworld spoilers ahead, you've been warned <3
♪ Hush now, hide all your little ones. ♪
He had a name but like so much else time and hate corroded it. He remembers enjoying repairing and restoring the rift between his world and that of the humans. He remembers watching the interaction between them with fascination and wonder. He remembers envying humanity for their simplicity and beauty but mostly he just remembers her.
♪ Rush now, into the middle of nowhere, singing and laughter will die. ♪
She was the light of his heart, his dearest friend but he knew she could never love a half beast, half man and no matter how many times he painfully sawed away his prongs, he couldn't eradicate the rest of the animal... or could he? Perhaps it was madness, perhaps it was genius, but he created a device that would sever himself into pieces, separating the animal from the man... he succeeded but his consciousness remained in the Elk, while the man stumbled into the world and stole the woman he loved. He tried to fight against it and for his trouble, The General, as the man came to be known, captured and locked him in a jail cell with not even enough room to stand. For ten years he languished in misery and pain, for ten years he was broken by his other half again and again, but then she came, the love of his life. She set him free but claimed it was all she could do for him before returning to his tormentor. Alone, heartbroken and seething with enough rage to scorch the worlds ten times over... he fled.
<center>Dreamless sleep follows the Nowhere King, when his kingdom comes darkness is nigh.
Now he belonged in neither world. In the body of an elk, the centaurs found him strange and humanity wouldn't glance twice in his direction... so if he could not have a place, he would make one. Taking his device, the Nowhere King began creating his army, splicing creatures together in unGodly ways, cleaving together minotaurs and slowly losing himself to the blackness of his hatred. Slowly his physical body corroded, poisoned by the darkness in his seething rage until a monstrosity emerged from the oozing, tar-like substance that became his horrific visage The Nowhere King.
<center>Quiet, crawl through the in between. Silent, secretive feeling of fear some hatred that reaches the sky.
<p>War descended upon the worlds but none were strong enough to subdue the Nowhere King or his brutish army. The love of his life saw what he had become and in a fit of brilliance, she trapped him in the space between worlds, sealing the rifts and closing them off for good and for decades they remained sealed. The human world was left with his army of Minotaurs to deal with, an endless scourge of monsters until finally, finally the rift was opened and he was freed. In a twist of fate, his love killed the General, thus striking him down and as they lay dying, she cleaved them back together, using the Nowhere King's own device to do so. She was poised and ready to deal the final blow when a flash of blinding light saw him careening through space and time. The hatred still bubbles, the seething rage still exists but something in this transference of universes saw it being balanced by a yearning to grasp this second chance. Now able to move between two forms what the beast will do with this unorthodox second chance, remains to be seen.
You will bring joy to the Nowhere King when he sees the light leaving your eyes.
About you.
Rp Alias: Persephone
Preferred Pronouns: She/Her
