Adinos

A D I N O S mage • enchanter • daemon

STATISTICS: STR |▓░░░░░░░░| DEX |▓▓▓▓▓▓░░░| CON |▓▓░░░░░░░| INT |▓▓▓▓▓▓▓░░| WIS |▓▓▓▓░░░░░| MAG |▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓| STRENGTHS: ▸ Charismatic ▸ Beguiling ▸ Adaptive ▸ Brilliant B I O G R A P H Y "Fold," he purred, writhing around the Ridgeback's head, ethereal claws sinking into their mind. "Let go. It'll be so much easier," the spirit hissed, glowing red eyes eerily gentle as they focused in on the dragon's blank, tortured yellow ones. "Give your mind to me, and you will be free." With a final shudder, the large creature's eyes rolled back into its skull and it sank slowly towards the ground. Adinos chuckled to himself, releasing the prone form of the dragon and curling above its head for a moment. He hummed under his breath, eyes half closing in content, before swooping off. Nothing was left of his presence except a pervasive sense of fatigue and confusion, dispersing slowly like fog before the morning sun. Behind the last wisp of the receding daemon's black cloud, the Ridgeback stirred on the ground, eyelids lifting to expose blank sclera the same crimson as the spirit's own glowing eyes. - - - Ancient beyond compare, Adinos has been around since the beginning of Sornieth, possibly even as old as or even more so than the Original Four themselves. And yet, few know of his existence, although many have felt his numbing touch on their minds. For minds is what the daemon consumes - sanity, emotions, memory, sentience, he takes everything but the base instincts that all creatures have. His touch has driven some to madness, others to suicide, still countless more to husks of their former selves. The thrill of the hunt is one of the only things left that assuages the spirit's boredom. He strives to find prey that resists, that have minds full of the knowledge of the entire universe, that have experienced the depths of all emotions. The richest minds are the most delectable ones, after all, and he delights in twisting his way into them, whispering them into a frenzy to feel more, learn more, experience more, until they have burned themselves out with the fervor. And then, finally, having guided his feast through every step of the preparations, Adinos partakes. He leaves them with nothing. TITLE HERE --- TITLE HERE WEAKNESSES: ▸ Mistrusting ▸ Deceptive ▸ Arrogant ▸ Sadistic _B O U N D_ ____He had just taken the mind of a scholar of the Lightweaver when they came for him. Called for him with an ancestral flute, bound him in invisible, sea-soaked ribbons, teased him with their ripe young minds, full of knowledge and determination. Brimful of curiosity, wonder, and an oh-so-tempting hint of fear. He hadn't met resistance in ages, not since the Shade had first returned to this land. He itched to break them, devour them, wrap his sinuous form around and into their minds. The spirit couldn't resist. And so he followed. ____They lured him all the way to the Scarred Wastelands, to the great cauldron of disease simmering in the land's center. Although he knew the dangers of coming to this place - for the diseases in the Wyrmwound were so potent that any spirit could be easily destroyed by being forced into it - still he followed. It had been so long since he had tasted such minds, after all. And he was strong enough that they could not harm him in this form. ____How he did not recognize the flute, its familiar haunting tune, its gleaming ivory bone, he did not know. But by the time he remembered, it was too late. _A W A K E N_ ____He lost count after the fifth century. He had been alive for millennia longer than this, but there was nothing more mundane than being trapped in a static object that one could not control, lost in the undergrowth. His only solace, when he thrashed about in what room his spirit had left to move, mind burning with anger and frustration, was that he was still alive. And there was still hope. ____So when you finally came along, when you ran your talons gently over his flute, he didn't resist - only curled up and watched. He hummed to the bones that lay around him, of the fool animals that had come close enough for him to steal their minds, their life essences, in order to sustain himself. Their bodies still remembered his touch, and willingly rose to his bidding. Not yours. Never yours. ____Still, he appreciated your sacrifice. Even the mind of a fool would taste better than one who could not recognize the aura surrounding his flute, but he still absorbed it when the time came. He was thankful, after all, and he didn't want to waste a mind that he was grateful to. So he took your mind, your essence, your body. It is still a young one, true. But it'll grow with time. And Adinos has plenty of that. Bio template by Mibella, find it here.

^^^ drawn by Ruki for Christmas 2k17 ;u;;;;

Bound but never broken, the stained glass mirrors reflect the bloody bonds you broke and the whispers by which you wrecked havoc. Heed not the song, the bluejay’s cry, turn not your face towards the moon! By bone, through the mind; through the mind, the sting and the sweet comfort of sleep. So comes the wild hunt, the nighttime thrill, the cats a-howl and the river frozen through, and so all your plans will twist in and consume themselves.

Silver Coin

-- by SilverSilver





can't believe I made a group of evil philosophers

outfits by kai & recs !! (after she/ilyaas insulted his current one >C rude)