Falcon J. (Jeremiah) Witzchev

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Falcon J. (Jeremiah) Witzchev

Introduction

"But... you want to know what I learned? What I've come to understand? That... if we fear death... or fear what comes after it, that we truly become like the young man in the story. So... I stopped fearing death. It doesn't meant I embrace it- no, this life has some good in it, after all- it just means I don't fear it. Fear gives way to paranoia. Paranoia... paranoia gives way to madness."


-Falcon; FCoM


"...I won't lie. There have been times where I haven't been this numb. Where... I've tried to be like the rest of you humans and humanoids- have a family, or at least someone to call a friend. But every time... even with my own brother... they end up dead. Eaten. At my hands. ...So... some time ago... I forsake all human emotions besides those I need: Fear. Hatred. Anger. Those which drive me to kill. Those which drive me to isolate myself from others so they need not be hurt pointlessly. I suppose you could call that a sick kind of compassion."


-Falcon; TR

Games the Character has been involved with

-Faereach City of Magic (Current) - [Casual]


-The Revolution (Current) - [Detailed]

Basics

Name: Falcon J. (Jeremiah) Witzchev


Age: 27


Race: Humasilisk - (Human + Basilisk)


Gender: Male


Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual; usually doesn't look for relationships.


Occupation: Cannibal. His only reason for existing is to kill and eat humans and to spread fear in his father's stead.

• Appearance
• Personality
• History
• Magic/Spells
• Equipment
• Skills
• Etcetera Tab

• Appearance
  
  Height: 6'0"
  
  
  Weight: Shifts from 165 lbs - 225 lbs thanks to muscle mass and weight of his scales.
  
  
  Hair: His hair is usually blonde and black, striped like a zebras, and is cut short, usually so that it ends around the nape of his neck. However, if he's gone without bathing for some time, it turns white and black.
  
  
  Eyes: Gold irises with a white cornea. Cornea turns black when he's gone into VISHRA mode, and one eye is flooded with black blood so that it looks like an empty socket.
  
  
  Body: Despite having incredibly powerful muscles, his muscle mass is dense, thus it has less volume. He's built like a slightly skinnier version of Bruce Lee.
  
  
  Attire: He usually wears a black v-neck or similarly baggy shirt depending on the set time of the RP and either baggy black pants similar to what a karate Gi might have, or skinny jeans (black), again depending on the time that the RP is set in. Over this he wears a shin-length brown trench coat and brown wide-brimmed hat to conceal his appearance. Depending on the time of the RP, he may or may not have black shades to, again, conceal his appearance.
  
  
  A few things to note: for one, he has a tail. It's dark brown, of a similar colour to most anaconda tails. Despite this, it's in such a way that he's been able to sharpen the tail to a fine point, which with enough force can pierce steel-plate armor. He can ball it up to make a decent bludgeoning weapon, however.
  
  
  His nails have grown out to be claws that can cut through iron with ease. These're on his hands and feet. His fangs can punch through steel thanks to his enormous amount of jaw power which can bite through human bone like a potato chip.
  
  
  He's cold-blooded.
  
  
  
• Personality
  
  He is, in his own words, the embodiment of Nothingness- its emissary to this world. Believing himself to be wholly empty of anything relatively close to emotion, he holds a deadpan expression on his face that'd remind one of the lowest point in their life, when the were so beyond depressed that they could only feel numbness, pouring into their very soul, the emptiness making them as hollow as an abandoned flute. The words that pour from him are cold and remorseless, and are the truth as he sees it. He does not believe in restraint, and will say whatever needs to be said, and whatever he wants to say. His attempts at humor leave people with a hollow hole where their funny bone once was, his sarcastic attitude draining them of humor in instants. Yet, he doesn't force his problems on others- he opts, instead, to bury the pain of the loss of all he ever loved deep within himself, in the hopes it'll be crushed by the overwhelming emptiness within him into a tiny, painless lump. What little he sees worth in this world he protects with an incomparable passion that is so unlike him, it is as if he becomes a new Humasilisk.
  
  
  
• History
  
  A long time ago- much longer than Falcon's been along, there lived a young Humasilisk, bright, happy, and full of life. Despite this, he was, inside, quite the unhappy fellow. For, you see, he was born in a human village; his mother having been gravely injured trying to find a place to birth the youngling, died in the barn in which he was born. She was notorious around the village as one who'd kidnap men, women, and even children to feast upon them. However, even she had her reasons for this. For, giving birth to the unholy child of the Basilisk was quite a difficult prospect for the poor human lady, and it was made all the harder by the fact the child's thirst for human blood was present, even as a fetus, and thus forced her to feed upon her fellow man, tears staining her face. At one time, she was a beautiful adventuress, having now been made into something resembling an old hag who, with eyes as dull as a thousand year old shield, trudged on cracked, muddied, wrinkled toes that cracked every time they touched the earth below. Even from within the womb, he was a killer, as every day he grew stronger and closer to birth, she grew weaker, and closer to death. And then the day came, and the first Humasilisk to walk the earth was born.
  
  
  When the villagers hunted the hag down to the barn, they did not find her body. All they found was a large, black stain, smelling eerily of rust, mixing with the disgusting stench of animal. The babe had taken its first life.
  
  
  And yet, despite this woman's death, and the disappearance of the child she bore, when a baby appeared at the edge of the village, crying and bawling, they thought nothing of the coincidences. A mistake not even five years later they'd come to regret. In those five years, the baby grew into a toddler, yet unlike all other toddlers, he did not try and bond with others his age, and instead opted to play by himself, or in the wilderness where venomous snakes became his friend instead of his bane. And, by the time he reached his fifth year of age, his bloodlust had once again set in. Tearing through the village with speed and strength thought to be impossible, he tore the people to shreds- leaving not one person alive, not even the elderly couple who rescued him. Then, he fell into a deep slumber so he could digest his meal. This sleep would begin him down a dark, malevolent road, one he could not hope to return from.
  
  
  In the dark recesses of the young man's dreams a pair of golden eyes bored into his soul- the eyes of his true father: the immortal Basilisk. (Unknown to many, the gaze of the Basilisk does not turn Humasilisks to stone, instead, his gaze does the opposite to them: it makes them much more powerful and much more quick to be under his death-glare.) His hissing whispers spoke of a man who'd assaulted him his whole existence, who'd bore down on him like a great falcon, looking and waiting for the perfect moment to strike him down. In his fear of death, he consummated the first Humasilisk as a way to continue his bloodline, and to ensure his terror would continue long after he was gone. He gave the young man his mission: kill the Hunter and his pupils- leave none behind- and ensure his father's survival, for the Basilisk is immortal by all ways, except by that of fire and steel.
  
  
  When the young man awoke, he found himself bedridden, being looked over the young man who'd become his brother in the next thirteen years: Melchio, a kind soul with power unimaginable. He grinned, rubbing his hand through the young man's coarse, gold and black hair- striped, like a zebras- and told him his master wanted to see him. Helping him up, and to the door, the young man was quick to throw off Melchio's help, and walk on his own. Every now and again he'd stumble, but he'd always catch himself.
  
  
  By the time he made it to the master's office, he was alight with sweat, his scales glistening like he'd just hopped out of the shower. The instant he entered, he felt a chill run down his back as he stared at the imposing Master, whose wall was lined with trophies from all kinds of famous beasts: Chimeras, Centaurs, even Dragons were not safe from his hunting blade, which sat above his chair on the wall like an emblem. The young man swallowed, and approached the master, who, in a flash, had the blade at his throat. He knew what he was. He knew why he was here, as did the young man the instant that blade was leveled at his throat. He would've been dead, if not for Melchio, who, in his innocence, pleaded to his master to let the Humasilisk try and redeem himself by training with him and the rest of the pupils. The Master, known as Hunter, scoffed at the idea, but allowed it, stating that if he ever found one of his pupils poisoned or dead at the young man's hands, he'd add his head to his trophy collection.
  
  
  And yet that never happened. Sure, the young man came close many times to killing his pupils- now his brothers and sisters in training- but either Melchio or Hunter were there, and he found himself unable to kill. Soon enough, he lost the will to kill his fellow trainees, as they became less his prey and more his siblings- his closest being Melchio, as they were rarely seen apart. While he was quite introverted, he found himself to be a spectacular fighter, using his tail (which he'd grown to full length from when he was born to when he awoke by Melchio's side) as one of his greatest weapons, though there was never a clear winner between him and Melchio. Even at their exams, when they were the final two left, they fought for two straight days, before collapsing from exhaustion at the same time: they were evenly matched. His future was bright at his final days at Hunter's dojo, as he was crowned a champion student along with Melchio. But, as life would have it, things just couldn't be good for him. He was never destined to be happy. So, life made sure to remind him of that the night of his graduation.
  
  
  That night, he was visited by his father in his dreams, and told to kill and eat his new-found family. Physically unable to do otherwise, he was forced to obey his father's will, and killed and devoured all under The Master's tutelage besides Melchio, as he loved him too much to kill him. He even defeated the master, simply using his prowess with hand-to-hand combat as his advantage to take him down. After this, he fled, off to kill all in his path whilst on a murderous power high- including Melchio's village. He only stopped when he reached the Cliff of Byorgs, where he fought, and killed, Melchio; he did so by stabbing him through the heart with his tail, and yanking him off the cliff with him, so that they might die together.
  
  
  A single instant, and life is reborn into the monster. However, life... cannot be defined as what he is now. A demon brought into this world. A demon brought him out of it. A demon brought him back. His before was nothing but evil, unrequited evil, and a lust for the death of all around him. But, now? His sense of ambition, so skewed by his life in the world beyond this one, is all but gone, and his will is no longer his own. Now, he obeys one: Baelgard - The Demon of Withering. Fitting, for one whose very touch turns flowers to ash, and burns skin worse than any fire could hope to do.
  
  
  However, when reborn, he discovered that much had passed since his death, but not Melchio. No, the Bane of Basilisk still searched the world for his brother's creator, in the hopes of ending him.
  
  
  Well, Jeremiah couldn't let that happen, now could he? Alas, his name was no longer Jeremiah. Baelgard, his new master, decided on a much more ironic name. Something that'd haunt him forever for the sins he committed. He would be named after the very thing his father feared.
  
  
  He would no longer be Jeremiah, Brother Killer.
  
  
  He'd be Falcon, God Eater.
  
  
  
• Magic/Spells
  
  N/A
  
  
  **NOTE: Falcon is a completely non-magical being. Because of his Basilisk origins, he's completely unable to use magic of any form and when fighting enemies with magical abilities, often finds himself at a major disadvantage. He takes more damage from magic than from physical spells, and takes the most damage from Ice and Fire Magic, as that makes his blood temperature fluctuate similar to how heat and cold make a snake more or less active.
  
  
  
• Equipment
  
  His Body- Read his Skills/Abilities portion. You'll see what I mean.
  
  
  Human Potions- The melted remains of his victims, he can use them to make a variety of chemical mixtures- everything from cures to poisons, acids to bases, and sometimes, even explosive materials. Depending on the time of the RP, he may or may not know what he's doing on a chemical level.
  
  
  Zezze, Anti-Magic Katana- A pretty explanatory name, his Katana is Anti-Magical, not non-magical. When magic comes in contact with the blade, it is dissipated. Works best on streams of magic and balls of magic- cannot affect magic of the mind, of the elements, or telekinesis.
  
  
  
• Skills
  
  Poison Proofed- He's immune to all forms of poisoning, either from a liquid, solid, gas, or otherwise.
  
  
  pH Manipulation- He has the ability to use the sacks in the tips of his fingers to alter the pH levels of any liquid, changing it from acidic to basic, or vice-versa, and can even turn things like bleach and hydroflouric acid to water.
  
  
  Venom- He has an extremely toxic neurovenom in his teeth that destroys nerve endings in the area bit, then proceeds to melt the nerves in the body until it reaches the brain, where it severs its connection to the spinal cord, killing the person. Depending on where bitten, the amount of time until death can range from five minutes to twenty seconds. With no cure available, and no common forms of magic able to cure the poison, the only ways to stop it from killing you are to amputate the bitten area, or to use a needle to remove the poison/suck the poison out.
  
  
  Scales- Humasilisk scales are like steel, and when they're put together into the armor-like skin of Falcon, it's like he's wearing steel plate armor, and since it's mesh, the only way to harm him is to stab him in a soft spot (i.e. eye or mouth). Bullets bounce off of him like rubber bands, not even making a dent in his skin. If, somehow, someone found how his scales run up and down his body, they might be able to get a blade under his scales to actually hurt him. Also, his nails are made out of the same material as his scales, and are pointed like claws, meaning he can cleave/cut through most light armors.
  
  
  Powerful Muscles- His incredibly strong muscles from years of training with The Master, Hunter, and from being the son of the Immortal Basilisk. He's strong enough to easily lift and throw a small car a considerable distance. Along with this, he can snap bones with relative ease. Plus, his powerful muscles mean he can run faster at a longer amount of time than most, if not all humans can.
  
  
  Lithe-ness- Along with power, he has flexibility that he uses to try and get in position to bite someone on the neck and begin their death. He can almost do a full 180 degree turn, both with his head and neck, and the rest of his body has the same kind of twisty ability his main body and neck have.
  
  
  Improved Reaction Time- While he can't catch a bullet out of the air, his reaction time is at least three times as fast as any human's, and he's been known to easily snatch birds, arrows, and other, similar, fast-flying objects out of the air.
  
  
  Martial Arts- Having trained with The Master, he's extremely proficient in hand-to-hand combat, and thanks to his extreme physical prowess, you're hard-pressed to find a fighter of his caliber that doesn't use magic or has used magic to get to their current level of strength.
  
  
  Fangs- His fangs can cleave through steel plates, thanks to his immense jaw power, the fact he can unhinge his jaw to give him even more power, and the fact that, if he sticks his fingers in his mouth, he can turn his own saliva into acid, making him able to bite something and make it melt.
  
  
  Tail- His tail acts like a third appendage with strength enough to crush a man's windpipe in a matter of seconds. Plus, since it's pointed, it can pierce one's heart with ease, smashing the ribs like cold spaghetti.
  
  
  Heightened Scent- Explanatory. Similar to humans, he can smell through his nose, but thanks to his snake-enhanced body, he can also use his vomeronasal organs on the roof of his mouth to smell to a heightened degree. Also known as "Chemosensory".
  
  
  Thermal Sensory- While weakened thanks to himself being human, when starved, he can "see" heat signatures, which simply means that his cold blood is drawn to objects that generate heat, often leading him to something edible.
  
  
  Vishra - By breaking the barriers within himself created by his father by using Baelgrad's dark power, he's able to unlock a secret power, in which his strength triples, and his scales essentially become nearly invincible, thus meaning the only way to beat him is too run, or use magic on him- which is an issue with this form: he becomes MUCH weaker to magic. Along with this, he grows a second pair of arms out of his shoulders (kinda like Machamp) and he grows two viper heads out of his neck, which work as an extra set of eyes, teeth, fangs, etc. for him. They're semi-sentient, though he's the one who controls them- to a degree. The arms and heads are both deep purple in colour- almost black.
  
  
  
• Etcetera Tab
  
  1. He can mix his venom with his spit in order to make an acidic venom that can eat through stone and most armors, but is easily cured with most forms of modern medicine. Still, it causes extreme third degree burns and can cause gangrene if the wound isn't treated.
  
  
  2. He has many other themes to express how he is in an RP. Here they are.
  
  
  Main Theme: Baptized in Blacklight (Kenna)
  
  
  Fight Theme: Spectre (Alan Walker)
  
  
  VISHRA Theme: Breakdown (Gary Clark Jr.) EP Version
  
  
  Human Theme: Salvation (Citizen Cope)
  
  
  Overworld Theme: Static (Kenna) [Normal] / Cruel Angel's Thesis (Evangelion OST - Purple Jazz Project [Cover]) [Hectic]
  
  
  {Other VISHRA Theme: Requiem For a Dream (RFaD OST)}
  
  
  {Other Fight Theme: Snake Eyes (Feint ft. CoMa)}
  
  
  //"Decisive Battle! Vs. Melchio, VANGUARD of LIFE!":
  
  
  Battle Against A True Hero - Undertale (Triple Mashup Remix by Disgruntled Goof)//
  
  
  //"Enough's Enough. Vs. -???-, -??? of ???-":
  
  
  Strength of a Thousand Men - Two Steps from Hell//
  
  
  

Theme Song

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[Aylin]

Great theme song.