Post by Laur's Lot on Sept 24, 2006 18:42:18 GMT -5
Name: Lastrond (las-trond)
Nickname: Strond, ‘that guilt-ridden chap’
Age: Old enough to be on his last strains
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Coat: Deep, dark blue with bold, orange markings.
Mane: Black dreadlocks.
Adornments:
necklace (see here), headdress, nose ring (was originally a bone, but I couldn’t draw it), cloak speared onto his back (Woo! Metaphors!) and same material wrapped around right leg, long string (similar to necklace) tangled around tail, three piercings in fluke.
Orientation: Anything to distract him from his thoughts
Occupation: Voodoo/Witchdoctor and former tool of higher powers.
History:
Once the torturer, now the tortured. Driven by his own selfish desires, he was one pawn in the calamitous plans of his ‘superiors’. Using his dark magic and empty promises to blackmail and manipulate, he manoeuvred his victims to do the biddings of his masters – and to deal with them if they did not oblige. Preying on the already emotionally-weak, he promised redemption but never mentioned salvation.
He was power-hungry, although one evening it dawned on him just how insignificant he really was.
And with that, he left. Now on the run he is constantly plagued by the fear of his superiors, as well as the screams and pleadings of his victims. He would do anything to silence them… but this tends to only make things worse
((Yeah, so I let my school novels get to my head… xD (The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini – ie ‘the book where all the little boys are abused and all the adults die’)))
Song:
'Myxomatosis' by Radiohead
The mongrel cat came home
Holding half a head
Proceeded to show it off
To all his new found friends
He said I been where I liked
I slept with who I like
She ate me up for breakfast
She screwed me in a vice
But now
I don't know why
I feel so tongue-tied
I sat in the cupboard
And wrote it down real neat
They were cheering and waving
Cheering and waving
Twitching and salivating like with myxomatosis
But it got edited (rudeword-ed) up
Strangled beaten up
Used in a photo in time magazine
Buried in a burning black hole in devon
I don't know why I feel so tongue-tied
Don't know why
I feel
So skinned alive.
My thoughts are misguided and a little naive
I twitch and I salivate like with myxomatosis
You should put me in a home or you should put me down
I got myxomatosis
I got myxomatosis
Yeah no one likes a smart ass but we all like stars
But that wasn't my intention (tension), I did it for a reason (treason)
It must have got mixed up
Strangled beaten up
I got myxomatosis
I got myxomatosis
I don't know why I
Feel so tongue-tied
