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- BYOND KEY: WoofDawg
- Race: Alien
- Topic: : Alien Race Topic: Facing the brink of extinction you come to realize, that you may be the only one left of your race in the universe. You’ve spent the last several years watching the rest of your species die off slowly for various reasons of your choice. RP how you cope with this and how it has changed you, if at all
- Character name: Lucien
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- Roleplay:
- 'A mass genocide. An unfamiliar lizard materialized upon the surface of the planet, ushered by myriad of soldiers. In the front stood a gargantuan frame, one who was amorphous at first before morphing its body into that of an arachnid. String conjured up, amalgamating alongside that of venom. Spewing out of its mouth a cobweb, it started to encompass a few planet inhabitants, starting the genocide of a rather eerie yet serene race. This wasn't your normal cobweb, either. It was one filled with that of hatred, and ki manipulation unlike any other. One that could kill upon touch, especially if you were of a weak race. That's why it was here...
- Hours passed, and more and more of my race started to perish. Stentorian cries of anguish echoing, inaudible to those who were far off the east-coast. The planet's leader stepped up to the plate, only to be demolished before he could say anything. That was the race's strongest. They weren't of any prodigious race of combat, that's for sure.
- A small town on the planet not too far off east, a young boy lived whom was named Lucien. He went out into the woods for a peregrination, only to come back towards his household that was torn asunder. Remnants of the carcasses of his family lingering on the terrain, the lithosphere beneath splattered with blood. Turbulent waves coursed a shore, consuming everything within its path. An ivory wave encompassed the form of the infantile person, pouncing off of the water not to be devoured by the waves. His entire village filled with that of water. Before he started to scrutinize the water, he thought it was just God's way of telling them to perish. Upon scrutinizing further, one could tell the waters were filled with a poisonous venom, that similar to of a spider's. In the distance, a plethora of soldiers could be seen eradicating all surface-dweller lifeforms of the planet, including that of plants. Eyes perforating the very essence of those who decided to bombard his home planet. Crystallized substance started to form within his hues, said substance being that of tears, falling, agglomerating into a pile of pure tears. Tears so immaculate that one could find them elegant, filled with innate pulchritude. Nay, it wasn't that. It was the tears of anguish, seeing his homeland destroyed.
- Approaching the transfixed child from the distance was none other than one of the common soldiers. They wanted him dead. His prowess bequeathed, a more malevolent aura manifested, shrouding the entire lithe frame of the one filled with animosity. He had started to behave in a dishonorable and pusillanimous fashion, even with the aura radiating from his body. Slowly backing up, he'd force distance between the both of them, standing transfixed now. A flummoxed look across his visage, he'd stare towards the figure. Upon further investigation, he realized that it wasn't trying to harm him, yet recruit him. An approved nod given, knowing that he had nowhere to call home. He had to kill the remaining of his race.
- That boy, was I, Lucien....
- Entering the side of degeneracy. No matter. It seemed I had to be the one to further extinguish my race, and when he was told to do so, a despondent glint remained in his eyes no matter who he slaughtered. His closest friend was brought upon his knees by a few feeble chops, due to the natural frailty of the race. The only one gifted with fighting. No one of his race remained by the end of the day, the planet left with no life. One filled with an odious stench of death. How could one wipe out a race so fast?
- With the help of millions of soldiers, of course. All more skilled than the last.
- The last, huh?
- The last survivor.
- A murderer, one could call him, even.
- Either way, his birth wasn't yesterday, wasn't thirteen years ago, either...
- It was...
- Today.'
- I turn to the side to my companion, a curious gaze given. It seemed he had inquired to what I was writing. No words spewed, just a glance filled with exuberance given in return towards the words. I stand up from my seated position, not writing, but reading my creation story. The day I met my Overlord...Myself.
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