nilom56's Clan

Who i am:

Hiya, i'm nilom56, a silly lil guy (just dont ask about niloms 1-55 or nilom57 and we'll be great friends!)

gender/sexuality:
when it comes to this i'm literally as boring as can possibly be, just a straight, cis, boy. i'm a huge supporter and absolutely abhor homophobes but *shrugs* yeah.
screw that i'm out irl i can be out online too, i'm a demi-boy!!!

Interests:

i'm a massive nerd and love all things fantasy, some of my interests include:

D&D, Warhammer 40k (tyranids all the way), l.a.r.p.ing, minecraft, coding, the mechanisms, EPIC the musical, and ummmmm... idk what else to put here

clan lore:

my clan are the plagueseers, a group started by the progenitor Sangossisius. during her travels before the clan she came across an abandoned observatory of the arcanist, she took shelter inside, and, after preparing a meal, decided to look through the telescope. what she saw in it was a beauty unlike any she had seen before, an omen, the symbol of plague was spread out across a small patch of the sky in brilliant red stars, and at its center, a shining star, so bright as to render even other planets as nothing more than dim twinkles, so bright even that dragons in towns and cities with light pollution could see by its light. she took comfort, knowing that her grandest of ancestors was watching over her, and she slept.

in her dreams, Sangossisius saw the Plaguebringer, resplendent in rot, bejeweled by torn flesh and dripping blood. they spoke. even she does not remember the exact words that where said, try as she might, but she remembers this: sometime soon, but not too soon, perhaps not for a century, perhaps in just one cycle of the moon, a plague is coming, a vast pestilence designed to wipe the world of the weak, however, the other gods cannot be allowed to know of this plague, as they would certainly attempt to stop it. the great mother of disease would not cause her children and the children of her siblings such pain without cause however, and there is a reason behind her plan. A great and terrible sickness has been spreading, a dark shadow mirror of disease, the Plaguebringer has allowed the others to believe this sickness is but another one of her toys, however in truth it is not under her control. Something must be done to purge the world of this virus and Sangossisius will be the one to do it. as she was forced back into wakefulness Sangossisius cried out for what she was to do and the Plaguebringer answered:

"I leave you with three commandmandments:"

"One: be you shield to the sick"
"take care of those with this shadow rot, as i cannot lift it from them"

"Two: be you prepared for the purge"
"some day my great plague will come and all unprepared will die"

"Three: hold you the potential for rebirth"
"be ready, that when the day comes, if all but your clan die the world can be rebuilt"

mkay thats enough lore for now... would you consider:

One-Eyed Jacks


CROUPIER
“Ante up, gentlemen, the game is New Texas Hold ’em. Here at One-Eyed Jack’s we only play with 52 cards, no jokers, but suicide kings are wild.”


JACK
Welcome to the house, my boy, come in, sit, have a cigar
I hear that you’re a dab hand at the cards
It’s always a pleasure to see Billy Vangelis’ boy
I trust you’ll give your daddy my regards


Now, it’s about you father that I want to speak to you
You see he’s got himself a little debt
I thought that you might help him out by doing a few jobs for me
Nothing all that new to you, I’ll bet


Tell me, how would you feel about killing a few folk
I know that your hands are already red
Don’t worry, no-one real important and no-one who would be missed
You’ll barely even notice that they’re dead


JONNY
“Alright Jack, I reckon I can do that for you.”


JACK
“Good.”


JONNY
So when, at last, my father fell
With a bullet through his spine
The hand that held onto that smoking gun
And pulled the trigger was mine


As he lay there, dying on the floor
He whispered ‘I forgive you, son
Ain’t no other way that our story could end
No other way our race could be run’


INSTRUMENTAL


JACK
Welcome back again, I hope it wasn’t too distasteful
You’ll see that in the end it’s for the best
You’ll be needing a new father, I thought I might fit the bill
Take my hand, dear Jonny, have a rest


JONNY
“Well, that’s very kind of you Jack and I know that in your heart you only ever did what you thought was best for me but, you see, I don’t think I need a father anymore. I’ve got a new friend, and she’s a doctor. She gave me an interesting prescription
\- what was it again? – oh yes, half an ounce of lead to be injected directly into the brain. And it wasn’t a prescription for me.”


Bang


I left the room devoid of life, no more of One-Eyed Jack
There’s nothing left to keep me here, no memories to pack
With half a can of kerosene and a match to set the tone
The building burned behind me and I’ll never go marching home


The bar it was the first to burn, it timbers went up well
The poker tables followed suit, that fire and brimstone smell
I took Doc Carmilla’s hand and we went forth to roam
The casino burned behind me and I’ll never go marching home


“No aces, deuces, spades, hearts, diamonds or clubs. No suicide kings, no one-eyed jacks. No royal flush, no dead man’s hand. And definitely no jokers.”