Arthro

• Gender: Male
• Age: 24
• Birthday: April 01

Hi. I like roleplaying.

at this point, i've been on so many different websites that i can't even be bothered to write another bio. Instead, have some of my old works:



|| Sat in the safety of the night's dark, Pyotr and the Hooded Man of Mystery could think peacefully, face to face. There was no violence, no hiding, only heart-to-heart between the barriers of hood and mask.
And so they remained in silence for some time, reveling in it until one broke it.
"The questions."
Mystery Man looked up only slightly, then fully upon registering the question. With the sharp adjustment of his chair against the cavern floor, he responded to Pyotr in his dry voice.
"Yes, the questions," it was irksome at best, his voice. With lips too dry to stick together, and vocal chords so aged, he seemed to push himself to get sounds he wanted out. "Go ahead."
"Who are you?" The man in armor asked, his intentions obviously fueled with impatience.
"I wish I was allowed..."
"Answer the question," Pyotr demanded, "Tell me your name."
One could hear a pin dropped between the wheezes of the man with the hidden face and the man from the other place.
"I can't say." said he with the swift shake of his weak head. "Speaking of my name in any way will bring unfathomable danger."
"Write it then, if that's so."
"No!" the shadow objected, "This is for your own safety."
A grunt came from behind the mask. Pyotr seemed to have begrudging acceptance.
"Then you are now 'Uzhasnyy'. Do you understand?" Pyotr commanded, leaning down toward the hooded one below. Through gritted teeth, he repeated his new name in confusion.
"Uzhasnyy... What... Is the meaning?"
"Spooky." Pyotr raised a hand, providing examples in English. "Scary. Ghost... Apparition."
They both moved no muscles, one staring at the ground in sorrow. Bringing his head up with a frown beneath his hood, Uzhasnyy had no words to say but "I am alive..."
"We move on. Tell me where you originate."
"Hell."
"Ah, don't we all?" Pyotr laughed.
"I come from Hell, it is no joke." Uzhasnyy lifted an arm and pointed a long, bony finger to the center of the Earth.
Cocking his head in curiosity, he inquired "Is this Hell an opposing dimension?"
"I don't know what you speak of, but that place is not tangible in this plane. It is another Realm. Next question."
Following a drawn out "Right..." from Pyotr who shifted in his seat, "You're from Hell, wherever of whatever that is. I'm glad my name I have given you is fitting."
"Why do you come to us, Uzhasnyy?"
"Because you are leaving, and I am coming with you."
...
"Leaving... How? How are we leaving?"
"The gate you and the other creature are constructing will provide a path from this plane into the next."
Pyotr's anger grew, along with his posture and voice.
"And how do you know this, Uzhasnyy?"
"I sense it."
"Oh, you sense it, huh?" Pyotr rose with power, grabbing the demon by his neck. "And how long have you been watching us?"
A forceful pressure unlike anything the scientist had ever experienced encompassed all of his body from inside the suit, forcing him to drop the shadow in shock and confusion. From the ground, it coughed: "You're wrong, Pyotr." Grabbing its own neck in pain, rising, Uzhasnyy levitated to be eye-level with the human. "I had sensed it, just as any other competent magic user would be able to. They will come for you," it poked Pyotr's vest, "if you don't keep me here to suppress your foolish toying with the Realms." Dropping to the ground and returning to its chair, the phantom continued. "That's why I am here, next question."

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