thewildspirit514
RPer who hasn't RPed in a long time
Callum Evert
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The wasteland was quiet. Eerily so with only the wind howling whenever it picked up into a freezing blast. The air was thick and icy to any who ventured out into the desolated land. Above, the sky was coated in black clouds that tricked all into believing it was twilight when it was only mid-day. All around the ground was cracked and grey. Dead trees and wreckage littered the land with rusted cars, busted roads, and crumpled buildings. It was a wonderland to any scavenger that was brave or foolish enough to wander around. A single vulture rested upon one of the branches of a skeletal tree, waiting and eyeing anything it could plunge its beak into and feast.
Status/Mood: Emotionless & walking along
Start Location: A road within the wasteland
End Location: A road within the wasteland
Notes: None
Tags: None
Start Location: A road within the wasteland
End Location: A road within the wasteland
Notes: None
Tags: None
Walking at a sedated pace along a ruined road, a single child went along without any hint of fear or emotion. He was grotesquely thin, almost like a skeleton, with skin a ghostly white. Dirt and mud covered his body with only a pair of tattered old shorts clinging to his body with a piece of rope. A mop of black hair framed his down-trodden face. Equally black emotionless eyes with a glowing circle of red were curtained over by his bangs. Upon his back protruded bones like that of a rib cage and long snake-like arms. There were ten arms in total; each with a rotting corpse grasped within a monstrous hand. Each corpse was progressively more rotten then the next. Most of them were human. Only one was that of a dog; the freshest out of bunch.
The Walking Grave. That was what he was called. A Cursed One born out of the fear of loneliness and abandonment. Each corpse was his and his only, so that they would remain with him forever. Once he was known as Callum Evert, but ten years of never ending wandering made his real name hard to remember. Memories of this life from before faded into the back of his mind. He stood upon the edge of humanity and monster. Neither one nor the other, but both.
He was driven by one desire: find more beings to be around. Calm the loneliness raging inside of him. Once he found a being that showed him kindness they were his... and his alone. Nobody would take them away from him. If they ever tried to leave him whether by death or will, he would take them and never let them go.
So along the busted up road he trended; corpses either floating behind him or dragging across the ground.
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