Name
Willow Creed.
Alias
Reaper.
Gender
Male.
Age
Eighteen.
Relationship Status
Nope.
Alignment
Neutral Good.
In Depth Information
Appearance
Let us start from the top, moving our gaze towards Willow's hair. As it is, Willow possesses a mop of thick, black hair which proceeds down the left side in a fringe of unkempt streaks. The strands of his hair are rather silky, and incredibly smooth to the touch. Some people have called it luscious, but Willow would insist that they are overdoing it.
A set of large, black eyes rest above his nose peering forward with a level of disinterest which would draw him appearing bored, and less than amused. Is it a resting bitch face? Not truly, but rather he can appear melancholy most times, even though such dark emotions are far from clouding his mind.
As for facial hair, Willow seems to have been spared most of its demands, calling for any level of bladed contact.
Speaking of his skin, Willow is rather pale. It is, however, safe to say, that it runs in the family. Another thing that appears prevalent within the Creeds would be their slight frames. Willow stands at a meager five feet, and three inches at sixteen years of age, with a slight ninety pounds to carry him. He is incredibly slender, to the point of scrawniness where one would clearly see those ribs if his shirt appears elsewhere than on his torso.
As a person who has been active throughout his life, the marks of experience make their way across his exposed frame in the form of smaller scars, and bruises. Willow, having spent a lot of time in the forest and similar locales, has since an age back been closely acquainted with pebble-covered grounds, stones, and dirt roads. One should, of course, mention the myriad of trees he has climbed since an ever-younger body allowed. Now, do not discard the more serious marks appearing on his pale skin. Knife wounds and the like tell of a darker story, indeed.
Every person possesses a scent. Some people appear to blanket themselves in it strongly, enough so for other humans to notice, and others are incredibly subtle. Willow smells of forest leaves, and nature's touch more often, than not. It is considered rather harmonic, rather serene, and most of all, quite pleasant. Rather fitting, Willow has a pair of rather effeminate hands, his skin soft and gentle.
Willow's voice is light, and somewhat raspy to the ear. Given how he is the quieter type, he might just not be used to running his mouth for a long amount of time.
Finally, we'll finish with Willow's choice of attire. Comfort is the word that comes to mind, comfort and affordable accommodations. A notable feature would perhaps be the tired and mellow appearance Willow gives off, lacking in sleep and any healthy level of nourishment.
Clothing
Willow wears simple clothing consisting of baggy shirts and cargo pants. Upon his feet, he wears simple converse shoes, with all of his clothing coming off a tad too loose for his slender form. Sleeves tend to hang down his bony fingers, and his pants require belts to stay up. Due to his fragile shape, Willow wears many layers of fabric, as well as a scarf to repel an unforgiving cold. Upon slender hands, Willow wears a pair of fingerless leather gloves. Finally, Willow wears his shoulder bag, and a small knife used for everyday tasks. This knife could not be considered a weapon, by any stretch of the imagination.
Height
Five feet, three inches.
Weight
Ninety pounds.
▩ Reserved.
▩ Mellow.
▩ Polite.
▩ Loyal.
▩ Withdrawn.
Personality
Apologetic, in a way, Willow offers those around him an empathetic gaze accompanied by a mellow expression and somewhat apathetic demeanor. He appears to be jaded, quite roughly so, and speaks with a soft, and in every way harmonic voice. A sense of stress, urgency and chaos appear distant if not entirely vacant from this young man.
Indeed, he is a quiet young man. He allows his actions to speak for him, but he is not above a sense of physical affection. Watching a play with friends, sharing a plate of food, and offering a shoulder to lean on are all second nature to Willow.
Towards his friends, Willow is kindhearted, and sometimes even mischievous. His silence draws him a rather curious individual and by all means, odd. The boy appears to spend a lot of time within the recess of his own mind, often escaping the vast world surrounding him with his nose in a book. More commonly, one would spot Willow working on his artistic skills, of which he is rather impressive.
Willow is quite self-going and rarely seeks to rely on others. However, he is not opposed to working together with those approaching him. One could perhaps point it towards a less than reasonable social ability. Speaking of which, Willow rarely if ever mentions the myriad of thoughts echoing throughout his head. It is worth to note the voices living within that skull of his, as well. Throughout his life, however, Willow has gotten somewhat used to them. At least to the point where their absence would worry him, and wash over the poor boy with a wind of loneliness.
Character Evolution
▨ Mental Stability.
▨ Romance...?
▨ Personal growth.
▨ Friendship.
▨ Ice cream.
Weaponry
Willow does not use weaponry.
Equipment
Willow always wears a shoulder bag where he keeps a small pencil case, and a sketchbook.
He also possesses a small knife, used as a tool.
Powers
Strengths
⛋ Necrotic Manifestations
Much like the conjuring of ice and fire, Willow is able to concentrate his ability into a dangerous force of necrotic energy. The more energy Willow puts into the use of his powers, the more rapid the necrosis works, much like a burn. Willow can, with enough power accumulate disintegration with this power. He is however not quite that powerful, yet. As of now, contact with biological material will see it wither and rot, rapidly. The tissue darkens to a black state, falling apart, much like the final stage of decomposition.
Now, this power takes the form of a beige, bone colored concentrated smoke. Upon contact with organic matter, it forces an immediate reaction of necrosis, similar to that of a spider bite from a Brown Recluse. Ironically, Willow is terrified of spiders.
If maintained for only a short while, Willow's powers leave a weaker level of tissue damage which can be healed with medical attention. This is his main use of Necrokinesis.
⛋ Necrotic Body
It would appear that Willow's frame is immune to the strife of biological degeneration where his cells would otherwise split and degenerate. This has effectively halted Willow's aging process entirely, which took effect recently. Willow does not know of this power, yet.
Weaknesses
⛝ Necrotic Curse
Though his powers render him immune to biological degeneration, Willow's ability constantly saps his mortal frame of energy which renders him tired, fatigued and weak. This also prevents Willow from gaining weight, or building muscle as his powers would drain him of both.
⛝ Necrotic Mind
Perhaps not an immediate weakness caused by his powers, Willow suffers from hallucinations, temporal psychosis, and inner voices. His physical weakness makes this much harder to resist. These disorders take the shape of his own reflection. None other can see or interact with Willow's hallucination, but he can very much feel and hear everything from this dark shadow of himself. Mind readers, however, can see into Willow's broken mind and interact with this mental creature.
⛝ Necrotic Soul
Divine and healing powers actually damage Willow, rather than mend him. On the contrary, negative energy powers heal him. Willow cannot heal himself, with his powers.
⛝ Necrotic Presence
Due to the nature of his powers, Willow is quite sensitive to sunlight. This has lead to more than a few jokes about him being a vampire. While it doesn't burn his skin, it causes irritation to his eyes and reduces his ability to concentrate.
⛝ Shunned
Not a direct weakness of his powers, but rather a social stigma. Willow is, in short, a death wielder. Those who do not view him with hatred, would view him with fear.
⛝ Artificial Intelligence
Willow's powers are completely and entirely ineffective against non-organic matter.
⛝ Fractured
Willow is weak against mental powers. However, one should be warned, that entering his mind can be quite dangerous.
⛝ Defenses
These powers are entirely offensive. There are no ways for Willow to conjure forth a barrier or a shield to save him from harm.
Strengths
⧉ Drawing
In a search for something to focus his attention, Willow came across the art of drawing, and painting.
⧉ Pain Tolerance
Due to abuse, Willow has grown rather numb to pain.
⧉ Jaded
Willow is able to witness quite horrendous scenes, without his gut turning or feeling the effects of panic.
Weaknesses
⧯ Physical Aptitude
A weak, scrawny and slight frame leaves little to the imagination. Willow can't throw a worthwhile punch to save his life.
⧯ Resilience
Despite being emotionally numb to pain, his body isn't able to take a lot of damage before going down.
⧯ Combat
Willow isn't a physical combatant. He'd avoid physical confrontation at all costs.
⧯ Social Prowess
Though kindhearted, and polite towards his kind, Willow can be a bit of a chore to be around, due to his issues.
Traits
Likes
⛾ Plushies.
⛾ Flowers.
⛾ Company.
⛾ Cats.
⛾ Animals.
⛾ Mainly Cats.
⛾ Dogs, almost as much as cats.
⛾ Drawing.
⛾ The Outdoors.
Dislikes
⛞ Internal Voices.
⛞ Confined Spaces.
⛞ Vegetables.
⛞ Sleeping.
⛞ Winter.
⛞ The cold.
Fears
⟏ Spiders.
⟏ Psychosis.
⟏ Cages.
⟏ Churches.
⟏ Zealots.
Historical Information
Investigative Notes
▣ Found at the age of twelve beaten, and bloodied. Both of his parents appeared to have died from severe necrosis.
▣ It was revealed that Willow had been viciously abused until the age of twelve, when he was found.
▣ Willow displayed severe mental issues upon retrieval, the result of extreme trauma.
▣ He was then admitted to a mental hospital where he proceeded to spend six years.
▣ Recently deemed functional enough to manage a daily life on his own, Willow, now considered an adult, has been written out of the asylum with monthly checkups.
▣ Though the mental shape of his darkness manifests itself still, Willow has grown to have somewhat of a friendly relationship with this mental figment of his imagination. Needless to say, the young man would be severely lonely without his mental disorder.
History
Growing up with abusive parents is not an original state of being. Indeed, a tale told and heard. Willow would proceed to continue these statistics with peers turning their drug-induced wrath towards an unwanted son. Hooking up at an early age, one mistake lead to another, and all too reckless lifestyle landed two previous lovebirds in a nest they could barely keep.
Shifting their focus to alcohol and the ever releasing powder, Willow was left to fend for himself for most parts of his life. Indeed, this lead to a great deal of hours spent outside the confines of the boy's home. It was a commodity for Willow to seek comfort in the presence of others, though as many victims of domestic abuse, he kept the truth of what came to unfold behind closed doors, to himself. There is also the obvious truth that few would listen to, or care for the words of a farmer's boy.
Willow lived a rather common life, apart from his personal situation. His day consisted of spending time with closer friends taking the shape of cattle and pets, and keeping a distance from the more wealthy folk. Upon reaching his home, he'd proceed to keep a distance from his parents as well, though this was not always a successful endeavor.
Upon his abilities coming to be, Willow came to notice a notable shift in his being. That of which came in contact with him withered and rotted into nothingness, and his frame felt all the weaker. The beatings he took felt worse, due to this change. Retreating from the social pursuits which had once offered comfort, Willow was understandably intrigued and terrified by these powers. Though, this fear turned him into a recluse, whereas in he attempted to learn enough, to prevent his powers from escaping his frame.
This addition would, however, come to destroy the home Willow once knew. Though he had come to learn how to control these abilities, enough physical trauma easily surpassed the walls he had built. This evidently lead to a reaction out of Willow's control, where his aggressors met their end.
Theme Song
"I really am a monster.."
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