Neither their screams, their pleas or their prayers stopped my advance. We would topple their thrones and peel the flesh from their bones while my siblings devoured what remained.
| Full name |
"People forget what starts their suffering; they only remember the pain."
Pestilence, The White Rider.
| Alias |
"All of us wear masks, be it by our choice or anotherās."
Aleksandr Prokhor Ivanov
| Incarnation Age |
"Age is simply a number for those who have walked a thousand lifetimes."
Late 40ās
| Incarnation Gender |
"Man fears himself more than any other, even if does not admit it."
Male
| Incarnation Appearance |
āItās hard to hide your true self no matter how tightly you wrap yourself in illusion"
Despite his true nature his incarnation seems to be an almost perfect specimen of good health, and while he does have rather bright piercing eyes which seem to draw people in similarly to a black hole. He favours dressing in crisp white suits whenever possible and keeps his hair slicked back.
| Apocalypse Appearance |
"Once I rode to conquer the world, now I wait to watch it rot away into nothingness."
When in his true appearance his face is permanently hidden by a beaked mask similarly to the traditional plague doctor, with a dark hood pulled up to hide the rest of his features leaving at best patches of rotting flesh that can just be glimpsed. The rest of his body is wrapped in decaying armour or leathers and furs which have a palatable stench of rotting flesh about them which spreads out to infect those around him. He carries a warped and blackened oaken bow and an ethereal quiver containing his selection of poisons, plagues and contagions hangs where his old one did before he melted it down eons before.
While he tends not to wear it often as it reminds him of better times he does also sometimes wear his golden crown.
| Distinguishing marks |
"Quote"
"People forget what starts their suffering; they only remember the pain."
Pestilence, The White Rider.
| Alias |
"All of us wear masks, be it by our choice or anotherās."
Aleksandr Prokhor Ivanov
| Incarnation Age |
"Age is simply a number for those who have walked a thousand lifetimes."
Late 40ās
| Incarnation Gender |
"Man fears himself more than any other, even if does not admit it."
Male
| Incarnation Appearance |
āItās hard to hide your true self no matter how tightly you wrap yourself in illusion"
Despite his true nature his incarnation seems to be an almost perfect specimen of good health, and while he does have rather bright piercing eyes which seem to draw people in similarly to a black hole. He favours dressing in crisp white suits whenever possible and keeps his hair slicked back.
| Apocalypse Appearance |
"Once I rode to conquer the world, now I wait to watch it rot away into nothingness."
When in his true appearance his face is permanently hidden by a beaked mask similarly to the traditional plague doctor, with a dark hood pulled up to hide the rest of his features leaving at best patches of rotting flesh that can just be glimpsed. The rest of his body is wrapped in decaying armour or leathers and furs which have a palatable stench of rotting flesh about them which spreads out to infect those around him. He carries a warped and blackened oaken bow and an ethereal quiver containing his selection of poisons, plagues and contagions hangs where his old one did before he melted it down eons before.
While he tends not to wear it often as it reminds him of better times he does also sometimes wear his golden crown.
| Distinguishing marks |
"Quote"
| Attitude |
"Quote"
While he does seem rather reserved when compared with War and Famine heās still a little more boisterous than Death, even though he does tend to be quiet for the most part.
| Stability |
"How do you define stable? And if it is just endurance then I ask you, for how long?"
While the others seem to have found a mood which suits them Pestilence has always had trouble finding that perfect balance and is best described as being mercurial in nature. He has moments where he can be as cold and calm as death or a possessed and manic as Famine but rarely stays at either end for long, with his overall state usually settling as a rather amused calm with a glint in his eyes that flickers from dead to unnerving as he threatens to explode with energy.
"Quote"
While he does seem rather reserved when compared with War and Famine heās still a little more boisterous than Death, even though he does tend to be quiet for the most part.
| Stability |
"How do you define stable? And if it is just endurance then I ask you, for how long?"
While the others seem to have found a mood which suits them Pestilence has always had trouble finding that perfect balance and is best described as being mercurial in nature. He has moments where he can be as cold and calm as death or a possessed and manic as Famine but rarely stays at either end for long, with his overall state usually settling as a rather amused calm with a glint in his eyes that flickers from dead to unnerving as he threatens to explode with energy.
| Signature Powers |
"If you do something that fills people with fear you will never be forgotten."
Almost without equal in archery he is capable of making almost impossible shots to spread his deadly poisons to his victims. He is also able to weave and spread all many of decay and corruption that can sap strength of mind, body and even soul within moments; and can even reverse such effects almost as easily since it all boils down to the same design with simply the application that differs. As such he has always had a rivalry with War over who is better even if she tends to favour wading in to melee.
| Weapons |
"They say a man is only as good as his tools, depends on the man."
His primary weapon of choice varies depending on his needs and form but he does carry a custom sniper rifle as well that he often keeps hidden and dismantled with the only part of it on display being the scope he keeps on his office desk. The scope itself was forged from the metal of his quiver when he used more archaic methods a very long time ago. Though he does still use arrows in his true form he simply materialises them as needed to nock and fire deadly contagions. While War may be the best in a fight his aim is usually better since he wounds first so they can suffer.
| Armour |
"The best protection you can have is to not be seen."
His armour is well worn Leather and tarnished but functional chainmail with a hood and a beaked mask to cover his features.
| Anything Else |
"In order to corrupt you must control and to conquer you must be merciless. "
While humanity has certainly advanced to the point where many of his tools have become lessened, manageable or even eradicated completely his influence has in no way waned. In fact his influence has spread throughout the medical world to the point that almost all cures for ailments have him to thank in one way or another throughout the years. While this would seem to be counterproductive the world itself is teetering on the brink of collapse most of the time so he is able to watch his creations wreak havoc unchained while he watched others eagerly devour contained morsels of them without him having to lift a finger. Well contained for as long as it takes to infect the world that is.
In addition to this he can often be found bare-chested wearing a golden crown of leaves and participating in underground fights of one description or another. He does share a rivalry with War, usually challenging her to contests that are either won outright by her more often than not or mostly end in a hard won draw.
| Addictions |
"It's only an indulgence unless you lose control"
"If you do something that fills people with fear you will never be forgotten."
Almost without equal in archery he is capable of making almost impossible shots to spread his deadly poisons to his victims. He is also able to weave and spread all many of decay and corruption that can sap strength of mind, body and even soul within moments; and can even reverse such effects almost as easily since it all boils down to the same design with simply the application that differs. As such he has always had a rivalry with War over who is better even if she tends to favour wading in to melee.
| Weapons |
"They say a man is only as good as his tools, depends on the man."
His primary weapon of choice varies depending on his needs and form but he does carry a custom sniper rifle as well that he often keeps hidden and dismantled with the only part of it on display being the scope he keeps on his office desk. The scope itself was forged from the metal of his quiver when he used more archaic methods a very long time ago. Though he does still use arrows in his true form he simply materialises them as needed to nock and fire deadly contagions. While War may be the best in a fight his aim is usually better since he wounds first so they can suffer.
| Armour |
"The best protection you can have is to not be seen."
His armour is well worn Leather and tarnished but functional chainmail with a hood and a beaked mask to cover his features.
| Anything Else |
"In order to corrupt you must control and to conquer you must be merciless. "
While humanity has certainly advanced to the point where many of his tools have become lessened, manageable or even eradicated completely his influence has in no way waned. In fact his influence has spread throughout the medical world to the point that almost all cures for ailments have him to thank in one way or another throughout the years. While this would seem to be counterproductive the world itself is teetering on the brink of collapse most of the time so he is able to watch his creations wreak havoc unchained while he watched others eagerly devour contained morsels of them without him having to lift a finger. Well contained for as long as it takes to infect the world that is.
In addition to this he can often be found bare-chested wearing a golden crown of leaves and participating in underground fights of one description or another. He does share a rivalry with War, usually challenging her to contests that are either won outright by her more often than not or mostly end in a hard won draw.
| Addictions |
"It's only an indulgence unless you lose control"
While it rarely has much effect on him he has developed a taste for alcohol in almost all its forms, partly due to his intrigue by its corruption of mortal flesh.
Faceclaim: Mads Mikkelsen Creator: Fabricator Hexcode: #006300
