Post by EXITIUM on Mar 20, 2012 0:01:36 GMT -5
[atrb=width,425px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=valign,top] | RAVENOUS! Lithe frame descend through mountain passes, moving steadfast about the arctic climate. A vagabond of sorts, transcending town to town collecting fares for the price of a man's head. A callous lifestyle, though one indifferent to a vacant gaze. With eyes like those of a dead man's, it's difficult to conclude the life that preserves in this seemingly hollow white frame. A soft metallic flesh survived him through the harshest of conditions, money from hits granting him the bare necessities of his existence. Food was obsolete, Exitium found himself now thriving off of water and supplemental shots. Syringes topped with a thick orange liquid, provide vitamins and minerals necessary to survival. The side effects are minor, but the pain of the injections out rivals that of any sword parry, having to insert the large needle into the nape of his neck; having flesh garnished with few vulnerabilities limits medicinal applications tremendously, and in some cases, rendering them useless. Halting his descent, the cyborg perched atop a nearby hill. Freshly grown trees sprouted up through thick sheets of snow, speckling the area with small green foliage. Sprouting trees aside, an flat barren land of snow covered the immediate area of Exitium's stone throne, expanding outwards for twenty meters in either direction. A hidden cliff edge sharply descended in his forward plane, falling forty meters to your death the least pleasant of options. Wrist slits parted slightly in his still meditation, Exitium's ears perking to the slightest of sounds. Although vision was partially obscured by a flurry of snow, the distinct sound of foot steps crunching through snow would be blatant enough. Two dozen meters away from the dirt road, and acute incline would lead up to the top of the hill. Coalesced with the shades of the snow, the assassin's frame was unnoticeable from any distance greater than ten. Heavy winds carrying currents of snow and layering his meditating frame. Eyes sealed, yet the impassive air remained. Should someone take to his company, his realization of such following with relative ease. An assassin enhanced by the mechanical augmentations of science would not fair deaf under the domain of his specialty. "Reveal yourself," he declared, articulating himself in clear monotone. coded by temporis |