Created One? what may you ask is that' Well i shall tell you, i am a being born from the obsession of a mad alchemist, who sought to create a weapon to use on those who had done great harm to him. I was to kill and destroy all that he saw as enemies.
I was made from a once living being, and given its memories, and i was gifted with abilties that made me the prefect tool. Great strength, speed, agility, immunitiy to age, disease and poisons. I can swim without having to take a breath, nor do i have to sleep or eat. He had me trained by his hired goons, to fight with both my hands and a variety of weapons.
This was all given to me, so my creator would have his revenge. But such was not the case, it was Fate that i broke free of his control, and rampaged through his lab, his home. I killed all that got in my way, and stole what i wanted. I escaped the good Doctor's home, and went into the night. I travelled my world, from one end to the next, though always alone.
Others would run in fear of me, for my form was seen as hideous. Men would gather in numbers to try and kill me. But it was of no such use, i would mane and kill those that fought against me. I even fought with the darker beasts of the world. Vampires and Werewolves, for the most part. Either seeking to control me, or to try to destroy me as well.
And so i did this for many years, hiding, running, stealing, killing. But always i was alone, i tried to join the world of men, but i was a freak, love i could not find either, which was forever beyond my reach. And so this went on, my existance, for 200 years. I had learned that my former master was so obsessed at finding me and taking his anger and fear out upon me, he made himself into a Lich of all things.
He sent his goons after me, over and over, i killed many, too many to count, really. And it was on a dark night, after crossing into a fog bank, that i found myself here, in this world of two moons and a blood red sun. A new life, prehaps....But as for the good Doctor, i cannot help but wonder if he is still after me. Maybe, or maybe not, time will tell..
I was made from a once living being, and given its memories, and i was gifted with abilties that made me the prefect tool. Great strength, speed, agility, immunitiy to age, disease and poisons. I can swim without having to take a breath, nor do i have to sleep or eat. He had me trained by his hired goons, to fight with both my hands and a variety of weapons.
This was all given to me, so my creator would have his revenge. But such was not the case, it was Fate that i broke free of his control, and rampaged through his lab, his home. I killed all that got in my way, and stole what i wanted. I escaped the good Doctor's home, and went into the night. I travelled my world, from one end to the next, though always alone.
Others would run in fear of me, for my form was seen as hideous. Men would gather in numbers to try and kill me. But it was of no such use, i would mane and kill those that fought against me. I even fought with the darker beasts of the world. Vampires and Werewolves, for the most part. Either seeking to control me, or to try to destroy me as well.
And so i did this for many years, hiding, running, stealing, killing. But always i was alone, i tried to join the world of men, but i was a freak, love i could not find either, which was forever beyond my reach. And so this went on, my existance, for 200 years. I had learned that my former master was so obsessed at finding me and taking his anger and fear out upon me, he made himself into a Lich of all things.
He sent his goons after me, over and over, i killed many, too many to count, really. And it was on a dark night, after crossing into a fog bank, that i found myself here, in this world of two moons and a blood red sun. A new life, prehaps....But as for the good Doctor, i cannot help but wonder if he is still after me. Maybe, or maybe not, time will tell..