Warning
This character's story and conversation dabble with mythopoeia and death-positive outlook. Those who are religious and in grieving may find these contents unbearable. It's never in my intention to make a character that feels upsetting to my partner, so please let the writer know if it ever feel like it crosses the line.
| Name | Affiliation | Alignment |
|---|---|---|
| Prometheus | The Rot, of Old Assemblage | Chaotic Good |
There was once a time when the man liked being called a The Necromancer, as it holds nothing but respect from others. As decades erode cultures and civilization, the term shifted for the worse; the man had grown fond of being referred to as Prometheus; a name belonging to someone else, for he has no recollection of his own.
Appearance
The man sports a jet-black hair and a pair of crimson eyes. The same hint of crimson is also present in his sclera. The man stands on ~180 cm and one other striking feature of his is the permanently manicured black nails. Living mostly in the comfort of his own abode, the man fashioned himself as all gentlemen of Victorian era does, though this is mostly his personal preference of long coats and dark capes. Aside from that, he fancies trying on other people's clothes as well.
| traits | abilities | fondness |
|---|---|---|
| apprehensive | séance | good listeners |
| unfocused | teleportation | intoxication |
| lives for the moment | bird-shifting | the flickering second when a candle is snuffed |
| vengeful | raising the dead | pas de deux |
The character Prometheus is a fandomless original character, though heavily inspired by 'Strange Horticulture'. Any kind of similarities with other media, characters, or story is unintentional. If it ever came to the point of it being uncomfortable, please let the writer know through DM.