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The Faceless

Horror incarnate and dark tormentor. Enigmatic, monstrous and perhaps the most terrifying of the Manifest Fears.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by punkrock_pizzaboy

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The darkest nightmares of humanity's subconscious given horrifying life. These abominations and their agents exist only to spread agony and fear.

Description

A thing of nightmares.

Silent, ever-watching with eyeless gaze.

He can see you. You know he can.

And once you see him, he will never leave you. Not for all the days of your life.

Archon of Agony. King of Tears.

He sows your fear. Cultivates your madness.

You are his.


Height: variable (always tall)
Weight: variable (always thin)
Eyes: none
Hair: none
Skills/Abilities: Mind control, memory manipulation, can travel seemingly anywhere through any place concealed by darkness, able to generate numerous tendril-like limbs, ability to appear instantly to anyone who has seen either him or his symbol, the sigil of the Manifest Fears. Radiates an aura of pure anxiety and terror.

So begins...

The Faceless's Story

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Character Portrait: Pandorian Alliance Desrada Fleet Character Portrait: The Faceless Character Portrait: The Unending Hands
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The barrage of fire was so intense the entire front portion of the Capital Ship was engulfed in a cloud of black vapor. When it cleared, the ship stood, battered but undestroyed. The Unending Hands were gone.

Several individuals still attacking fighters, clinging to their cockpits, spontaneously evaporated in a similar fashion, though they left surviving fighter pilots with a clear view of what they had been up against. The horrendous struggle against the mysterious swarm was over.

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A large portion of twisted wreckage floated through space, floating through clouds of suspending blood and black vapor. Standing atop this portion of debris was an improbably tall, slender figure of a man, completely unprotected from the vacuum of space. He, or perhaps it, seemed to be clad in all black, something akin to a formal suit. The being's skin was bone white, his fingers long and spindly.
The man had no face. His head was entirely featureless, the white of his skin stretched around a blank skull.

Perhaps a pilot, or even a few saw him there, standing impossibly on the piece of wreckage drifting through space, before suddenly disappearing in the blink of an eye. If they did, they would never forget him. His visage would haunt their nightmares, perhaps forever, because even without a face, without eyes they could tell he could see them.

And he wouldn't forget either.

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Character Portrait: Pandorian Alliance Desrada Fleet Character Portrait: The Faceless Character Portrait: The Unending Hands
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Dismissing anything he might have seen for now, the Admiral chose to focus on getting medical attention to all injured and to begin salvaging wreckage and repairing damages. Whatever dark nightmare had attacked them, they had to assume it would not be the last.

No, there may be more. And they would need to be ready.

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Dismissing anything he might have seen for now, the Admiral chose to focus on getting medical attention to all injured and to begin salvaging wreckage and repairing damages. Whatever dark nightmare had attacked them, they had to assume it would not be the last.

No, there may be more. And they would need to be ready.

The setting changes from Antongrad: High Orbit to Forbidden Thick

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Character Portrait: Cro Character Portrait: The Faceless
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He waited in the distance, though just within Cro's vision. He always did this. He let them find him themselves, though this time was different. He felt it. The stranger was like him.

The Faceless stood patiently. He had returned to these parts after feasting heavily upon the churning cacophony of horror he had caused above the planet Antongrad. The Faceless had made these woods his home. He had caused such suffering in and around them, the air was intoxicating with the flavors of agony and madness. If home existed for a nightmare, here was it.

As Cro approached, The Faceless pondered. Perhaps he had found something precious in this stranger. Something valuable.

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#, as written by Nemo
Cro basked in the presence of The Faceless like a maggot writhing in the putrid decay of dead flesh. Even with the nameless creature not making an explicit appearance, Cro could still feel him. There was no hiding such an emotional void in the otherwise eerily tranquil forest... a hotspot of suffering and unmentionable terror amid a lifeless, unfeeling landscape.

Cro breathed deep of the musky air. He shoved his hands deeper into the pockets of his grimy jacket, his bloodless lips contorting into a cruel mockery of a grin. Beneath the shadow of his drooping scarecrow's hat, it was difficult to make out his face... though the Callix was willing to bet that whatever this thing was, it could feel him just as much as he could feel it.

"Come on, little birdy..." he whistled out into the woods, his voice like crushed gravel, "...come out and look me in the eye. Gimme' a proper welcome into your little corner of the world."

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The Faceless proceeded to do just that.

Gliding in out of the obscurity of shadow, he appeared right before Cro, dragging with him a pungent and intoxicating wave of misery and terror. To someone capable of feeling such raw negative emotion, it would be the most intense of highs. Despite his utterly featureless face, nothing more than bone-white skin stretched over a smooth skull, it was quite clear The Faceless' gaze (or lack thereof) was focused intently on Cro.

He lifted up a ghostly white hand, his fingers long and spindly, flexing and extending them in a gesture almost akin to a wave. For a moment there was silence, and one could even be forgiven for believing the improbably tall being with no mouth was trying to speak. And then, impossibly, there came the softest, lightest voice, as though a gentle breeze had formed a whisper.

"Welcome."

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#, as written by Nemo
Cro bowed humbly, stepping quietly around the faceless figure, prancing delicately across the grubby foliage.

"I must say..." he began, his cackling voice a stern contrast from the Faceless' gentle coo, "...you have quite the little getup here. The atmosphere... the decor..." He looked back over his shoulder, grinning gleefully. "It's perrrrfect. Ab-so-loot-lee peeerrrffecct." He breathed deep of the forest air, letting the scrumptious medley of emotions seep into his pores, tasting of the terror like a fine wine. The place was drenched in the Faceless' incomprehensible, Lovecraftian horror to be sure... but there was other sorts of fear at work in these woods besides his. Fear and pain of various different shapes and types. Cro was curious... what sort of monsters could wreak despair of THIS magnitude?"

"There are others who live here?" he turned and asked the Faceless, "others like you? Like me?"

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Character Portrait: Cro Character Portrait: The Faceless Character Portrait: The Rake Character Portrait: The Maiden
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"Yes," breathed The Faceless, his voice seemingly emanating for nowhere in particular on his person. "We are alike. This is a place where we can at home. Enough fear likely permeates the dead wood here to sate you for several lifetimes." The Faceless drifted slightly closer.

"But, we can have more," the pale shade emphasized. "So much more. You consume fear, breath it in. I am born of it. I can give you as much as you would ever need simply by appearing before you. But this world," continued The Faceless, "It is so ripe. So many lives. So much cattle. We could make their every exhale one of agony and terror. We could go wherever we want, do as we please with no need to hunt or to plot. There are so many. And they are so weak."

The Faceless lifted an ivory hand before Cro's face and spread his slender fingers. A fresh wave of misery and pain seemed to rush forth from the white skin.

"I have... family," continued The Faceless. At these words, a shambling figure sauntered in from the darkness. It was skinny and hunched over, with craggy grey skin and an almost canine face. It's right hand ended in enourmous bladed claws, which glinted wetly with the redness of fresh blood. Beside the new creature, another figure appeared. It was the shape of a young woman, but slightly translucent and seemingly drained of all color. The spiderweb stains of blood trickling from her eyes, however were contrastingly vibrant. She floated several feet off the ground.

"And we all wish for the same thing. We will achieve this, for how could we not? But I sense kinship in you."

"With us you'll never ache for a meal again, no matter what desolate corner of this world you find yourself on," spoke The Maiden. "And a family protects each other." The bladed grey creature shrieked a hideous cry, something akin to a dying cat and a terrified young woman trapped in a room together. Despite this, it was grinning.

The Faceless opened his arms wide, an improbable span in itself, though now, seemingly from nowhere, entire new arms spread forth, so that he gave the look of an outstretched spider.

"Well Brother?" he asked gently. "Arn't you hungry?"

The setting changes from Forbidden Thick to Main Street 1

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Character Portrait: Merrick Vadas Character Portrait: Minke Character Portrait: Carlton "Ralph" Denner Jr. Character Portrait: The Faceless
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Ralph winced at Minke's touch, though far be it from him to refuse the medical attention. As an Avatar of the Masterless Man, he could survive a lot, but he was still very human. Unlike Merrick, Ralph's recovery could take some time.

"Yeah, some party," Ralph mirthlessly grinned. "Shame about our guest, though." He coughed raggedly, leaning a hand on Minke's shoulder for support. "But you couldn't be more right, sweetness. That," he continued, pointing to the sheet, draped across the wall with the symbol carved in it, "is a sigil. I should've realized it before. I'm sorry. We were almost all killed because I didn't. I don't know what it does, but we need to get the blazing fuck out of here. Someone's got it out for us. Do either of you know anywhere we can go? Anywhere safe? Discreet maybe?"

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Outside the window, unseen by all, a stranger stared in. He stared with no eyes.

They had killed his Brother, but he would not make his move now. The Rake's death was acceptable, desirable, even. It had to be taught humility and respect and at least it had certainly hurt the humans in it's last few acts. The Faceless inhaled mouthlessly, drinking in their uncertainty. Their pain. Their fear.

It was intoxicating.

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"The safest place I know..." she began, dabbling the napkin further, "Is somewhere most people don't want to be." She brought out some of the gauze, then squeezed antiseptic cream into it. She applied this to Ralph's shoulder, then worked on wrapping it with gauze and securing everything. "That's all I can do for now, but where we're going has a bunch of healers and doctors. I'll let them know we're coming."

Merrick lifted his head, just barely, to peak at them. He groaned, "Nooooooooooooo, not there."

Minke nodded. "Yes, there. It's the best place to go now. Hatyara Headquarters. How's that feel, Ralph? Better?"

The setting changes from Main Street 1 to Forbidden Thick

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#, as written by Nemo
Cro looked about himself at the ghastly horde of monstrosities. Beasts, horrors, predators of fear... all gathered together in a collective unit of terrifying unity. A family. The word was as foreign to Cro as it was aberrant. In all his wide wanderings across the universe, he'd never once had anything akin to a companion. The Callix had always worked alone, accomplishing through trickery and deceit what he could not through force and intimidation. Part of him was reluctant to trust these people. He was not a trusting creature, after all...

...but then again, who said anything about trust? Cro looked about himself at the legion of abominations and realized what a remarkable opportunity this was. No longer would he have to hide himself, resting in gutters and alleyways, scraping meals from stragglers and unfortunate mendicants. With the help of these people, these things, Cro could at last achieve the power he had so long desired. Pain. Suffering. Misery. All of it... ALL of it could be his... it would be the greatest feast he'd ever known...

"Well Brother?" he asked gently. "Aren't you hungry?"

Cro snapped up to attention, his grin wide and malicious.

"...famished."

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Character Portrait: Fei Character Portrait: David Virago Character Portrait: The Hollows Character Portrait: Maurana Character Portrait: Mortuus Character Portrait: Cuspid Character Portrait: Alia Berit Character Portrait: Rien Talvir Character Portrait: Cro Character Portrait: Emlyn Krouse Character Portrait: The Headless Horseman Character Portrait: Augustin Krouse Character Portrait: The Faceless Character Portrait: Ja'keth Character Portrait: The Rake Character Portrait: Madelyn Character Portrait: Ryth Character Portrait: The Maiden Character Portrait: Ezvrir Character Portrait: Iako T'kione
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Cuspid cursed to herself, did she lose the guy already? She spun around and sniffed 'til she spotted him. Never mind all that, they had to get out of this part of the wood. They couldn't be far off from the Castle, and from the sonar bouncing around the trees, shit was goin' down.

"Alright, once we clear these trees, it's basically a straight shot north."

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Draco of the Shadows Character Portrait: Fei Character Portrait: David Virago Character Portrait: The Hollows Character Portrait: Maurana Character Portrait: Mortuus Character Portrait: Jaeda Fleischer Character Portrait: Fallen Guardians Character Portrait: Aldarine Ilo Character Portrait: Alia Berit Character Portrait: Rien Talvir Character Portrait: Cro Character Portrait: Hamed Khorshid 'The bloodied' Character Portrait: Emlyn Krouse Character Portrait: The Headless Horseman Character Portrait: Sona Helaka Character Portrait: Augustin Krouse Character Portrait: The Faceless Character Portrait: Ja'keth Character Portrait: Tura Na'ida Character Portrait: The Rake Character Portrait: Nike - Goddess of Victory Character Portrait: Madelyn Character Portrait: Ryth Character Portrait: The Maiden Character Portrait: Ezvrir Character Portrait: Iako T'kione
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"Twenty? I'll certainly make good use of twenty," She continued to twirl the ring around her finger, and had no intentions of taking it off.

"Tell me, Lord Draco, is there anything I should be wary of, regarding the Commandos?"

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Draco of the Shadows Character Portrait: Fei Character Portrait: David Virago Character Portrait: The Hollows Character Portrait: Maurana Character Portrait: Mortuus Character Portrait: Jaeda Fleischer Character Portrait: Fallen Guardians Character Portrait: Aldarine Ilo Character Portrait: Alia Berit Character Portrait: Rien Talvir Character Portrait: Cro Character Portrait: Hamed Khorshid 'The bloodied' Character Portrait: Emlyn Krouse Character Portrait: The Headless Horseman Character Portrait: Sona Helaka Character Portrait: Augustin Krouse Character Portrait: The Faceless Character Portrait: Ja'keth Character Portrait: Tura Na'ida Character Portrait: The Rake Character Portrait: Nike - Goddess of Victory Character Portrait: Madelyn Character Portrait: Ryth Character Portrait: The Maiden Character Portrait: Ezvrir Character Portrait: Iako T'kione
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Draco paused for a moment as she asked if there was anything to worry about. He turned his head towards one of the Commandos, who didn't move at all. Not even a nervous twitch. "They have no sense of privacy. They will come to you when called no matter what you are doing." he looked back to Daemala. "Their silence doesn't help. If you're not actively searching for them, they'll appear next to you or behind you and you'll never know."

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Character Portrait: Daemala Tauvyr Character Portrait: Draco of the Shadows Character Portrait: Fei Character Portrait: David Virago Character Portrait: The Hollows Character Portrait: Maurana Character Portrait: Mortuus Character Portrait: Jaeda Fleischer Character Portrait: Fallen Guardians Character Portrait: Aldarine Ilo Character Portrait: Alia Berit Character Portrait: Rien Talvir Character Portrait: Cro Character Portrait: Hamed Khorshid 'The bloodied' Character Portrait: Emlyn Krouse Character Portrait: The Headless Horseman Character Portrait: Sona Helaka Character Portrait: Augustin Krouse Character Portrait: The Faceless Character Portrait: Ja'keth Character Portrait: Tura Na'ida Character Portrait: The Rake Character Portrait: Nike - Goddess of Victory Character Portrait: Madelyn Character Portrait: Ryth Character Portrait: The Maiden Character Portrait: Ezvrir Character Portrait: Iako T'kione
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"If I'm not searching for them? Meaning, if I leave them behind, they will find me regardless?" She wasn't sure how she felt about all of that, and regarded the Commando with a sideways eye. They rumbled closer to the castle.