Post by Cassius Oth'Trius on Aug 29, 2008 17:36:19 GMT -5
Greetings friend, I am called Cassius, my given name is Cassius Oth'Trius. I believe I was once what you would call "human"... but now I'm not sure. How tall am I? Well, it's all a matter of perspective... I'm short compared to the trees, but as you can see I'm quite a bit taller than yourself. My hair was once rich brown, but over the years it's faded and changed to the dirty gray locks you see now. My eyes... my eyes tend to change with the seasons; Most peoples eyes are the windows to their souls, mine are a window to the world behind me. My body is fit... fit as to be expected after so many years, though my scars would lead most to think I should be a crippled old man.
The thing is... I've been close to death many times... Hell, I'm pretty sure I've actually died once or twice, but every time - now don't think me mentally unstable for saying this, but - every time I wake up alone in a dark corner stripped of all my worldly possessions completely healed, but with a new scar marring my already checkered skin. I know, it sounds crazy, you probably figure I just get drunk, start some fight and wake up where they toss me, but I can assure you this is not the case. It started out when I was mugged and murdered outside of a small town, I woke up the next morning, stumbled blindly into a nearby tavern, and sat down next to the two men who had mugged me... long story short, my name spread, my infamy reached the ears of everyone with a dark heart and an ego. You'd think that the thrill of trying to kill the "un-killable" would eventually die... they'd eventually run out of people to send after me... but the problem is that over the years I learned how to fight back, and I killed a few of the wrong people; pissed off a few of the wrong groups.
I spent many years cursing whatever deity did this to me... do you know the pain of losing a loved one? Try loosing every loved one you ever had, and knowing that you will lose everyone you might ever love. OK, fine, I'm still bitter, I still cry myself to sleep at times, I still wake up screaming from the terrors that haunt my dreams, but I've started accepting it as my fate, and I try my best to maintain high spirits... I think senility helps in that department. And it seems there may be hope for me yet... the last few times I've woken up... well, things just haven't seemed right; The fingers in my right hand still tingle a little bit from that guy with the mace, and my cuts were still just scabs, where as they would turn right into scars before.
Is that all? I can't remember all the questions you asked of me, but I'm sure I've answered all I could recall. I hope I've satisfied your curiosity, I've got to go take a walk now... I think I've dredged up a few too many memories to handle right now. Good day.
The thing is... I've been close to death many times... Hell, I'm pretty sure I've actually died once or twice, but every time - now don't think me mentally unstable for saying this, but - every time I wake up alone in a dark corner stripped of all my worldly possessions completely healed, but with a new scar marring my already checkered skin. I know, it sounds crazy, you probably figure I just get drunk, start some fight and wake up where they toss me, but I can assure you this is not the case. It started out when I was mugged and murdered outside of a small town, I woke up the next morning, stumbled blindly into a nearby tavern, and sat down next to the two men who had mugged me... long story short, my name spread, my infamy reached the ears of everyone with a dark heart and an ego. You'd think that the thrill of trying to kill the "un-killable" would eventually die... they'd eventually run out of people to send after me... but the problem is that over the years I learned how to fight back, and I killed a few of the wrong people; pissed off a few of the wrong groups.
I spent many years cursing whatever deity did this to me... do you know the pain of losing a loved one? Try loosing every loved one you ever had, and knowing that you will lose everyone you might ever love. OK, fine, I'm still bitter, I still cry myself to sleep at times, I still wake up screaming from the terrors that haunt my dreams, but I've started accepting it as my fate, and I try my best to maintain high spirits... I think senility helps in that department. And it seems there may be hope for me yet... the last few times I've woken up... well, things just haven't seemed right; The fingers in my right hand still tingle a little bit from that guy with the mace, and my cuts were still just scabs, where as they would turn right into scars before.
Is that all? I can't remember all the questions you asked of me, but I'm sure I've answered all I could recall. I hope I've satisfied your curiosity, I've got to go take a walk now... I think I've dredged up a few too many memories to handle right now. Good day.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.