My First Post, One I'm quite proud of actually. Drew him on the bus ride back from Midland Ontario To Windsor, quite a challenge on a bumpy ride at times. I thought him out well in advance before this stage, and planning really makes a difference.. A little somethin somethin of a story to go along with this foul cretin below....
Omen Numeral
During the hour of man’s doom, many of great and lesser minds sought preservation of their species, of life in general. True self defence would come not from might, but the mind. One mind in particular was that hope. Adalfrid Schafer; german by descent and genius by right. His dream was to create a way to recapture the lost of this world, and black hole replication was the key. Shaped like man, ‘Numeral’ was constructed. A hopeful host built with the duty of collecting life’s essence...
What it became was a monster, a vacuum of destruction; yet another cause to quicken man’s fall. Adalfrid was in every way broken from his failure, and so he took his own life which seemed to fulfill nothing but further doom... The fiendish puppet found his master’s corpse, admiring the form which had constructed him. With skills of demon like craft, the fiend built a suit of his master’s skeleton, even wearing the master’s skull like a mask with his genius brain as an encased helmet. Numeral became an omen, and so became Omen Numeral, scouring the land as a soul collector; endlessly feeding off a world full of lost spirits.
During the hour of man’s doom, many of great and lesser minds sought preservation of their species, of life in general. True self defence would come not from might, but the mind. One mind in particular was that hope. Adalfrid Schafer; german by descent and genius by right. His dream was to create a way to recapture the lost of this world, and black hole replication was the key. Shaped like man, ‘Numeral’ was constructed. A hopeful host built with the duty of collecting life’s essence...
What it became was a monster, a vacuum of destruction; yet another cause to quicken man’s fall. Adalfrid was in every way broken from his failure, and so he took his own life which seemed to fulfill nothing but further doom... The fiendish puppet found his master’s corpse, admiring the form which had constructed him. With skills of demon like craft, the fiend built a suit of his master’s skeleton, even wearing the master’s skull like a mask with his genius brain as an encased helmet. Numeral became an omen, and so became Omen Numeral, scouring the land as a soul collector; endlessly feeding off a world full of lost spirits.
