Post by Luce on Oct 9, 2008 21:22:45 GMT -5
Name: Unknown, but he is known as Pyramid Head or the Red Pyramid.
Age: Undisclosed.
Gender: He is assumed to be male, but only those mannequins know for sure.
Appearance:
Pyramid head wears an altered butcher's apron that in some ways resembles a dress. Just don't tell him that to his face.
Also, he wears knee-high boots and plastic gloves. The helmet he wears is the source of his nickname, and is rusty red.
Personality: This entity has no discernible personality, but is apparently extremely violent. Also, it is unknown whether or not he can actually talk, as the only noises that are ever heard from him are growls.
(Heh. Writing about his personality is harder than I'd thought. xD)
Strengths: Pyramid Head is apparently of supreme physical strength, (Honestly, you'd have to be to be able to fling that biga** sword over your head.) and is overall hard to kill, considering that his entire head and neck are covered by metal.
Weaknesses: Because of his helmet, Pyramid Head has very limited visibility and doesn't move very fast while carrying the Great Knife.
Sexual Preference: Apparently, not too picky. Honestly, just ask the mannequins/nurses/zombies/James. (Don't deny it. You KNOW it would have happened if it was physically possible.)
Other: He is a canon character from the second game. (Not. The. Fifth. One. I don't suppore that game. Sorry if you do, but I don't consider it a part of the series.)
Roleplay Sample: (This is from a vampire roleplay. x3)
A sharp intake of breath, and Lyam’s head was up. His eyes darted about nervously, and he found himself biting into his lower lip to stifle a whimper. He could feel something after him, some sort of inevitable danger.
“V-vayne?” He asked this to the rain tentatively, even though he knew it was not his mentor nearby. The elder vampire that had shared his name couldn’t be here now; he’d abandoned Lyam for Transylvania weeks ago. What, then, could be stalking him? Lyam fidgeted nervously; he hadn’t felt like this before, and it definitely wasn’t a welcome emotion. He felt… hunted.
His eyes widened, and no amount of biting could stop the whimpering now. Yes, he felt hunted. He was trembling all over, an occasional whimper interrupting his quick, shaky breaths. His newly developed instincts were telling him only one thing:
Run. NOW.
Lyam found that he was loath to resist. He was on his feet in a flash, still looking around as if someone was about to jump out at him any moment. He flitted around the back of the house, heading north. As to his destination he had no idea, but his now-frantic mind told him that he needed to be far away from here, and now. He fell on his face repeatedly in his hurried attempt to escape, yelping loudly each time as if he had been jumped.
For all he knew, he was about to be.
After a minute or so of running (and falling), he found that his predestined course was set to the old chapel. Of course. That was where Vayne- the old Vayne, that was- had told him what it meant exactly to be a vampire, and just why his namesake had bitten him. Lyam could barely remember any of what the old vampire had said, but it didn’t matter now. He would be safe at the chapel; he was sure of it. He’d been told that nothing could hurt him there, and so far it had served him well.
He paused for a moment in a dark alleyway, supposedly to catch his breath. He wasn’t tired at all; tiring is difficult when your heart doesn’t beat. Still, he wanted to stop and try to control his breathing. It didn’t matter much how badly he was hyperventilating, of course, but the sound worried him. Once again, that desire for humanity. How quaint.
Age: Undisclosed.
Gender: He is assumed to be male, but only those mannequins know for sure.
Appearance:
Pyramid head wears an altered butcher's apron that in some ways resembles a dress. Just don't tell him that to his face.
Also, he wears knee-high boots and plastic gloves. The helmet he wears is the source of his nickname, and is rusty red.
Personality: This entity has no discernible personality, but is apparently extremely violent. Also, it is unknown whether or not he can actually talk, as the only noises that are ever heard from him are growls.
(Heh. Writing about his personality is harder than I'd thought. xD)
Strengths: Pyramid Head is apparently of supreme physical strength, (Honestly, you'd have to be to be able to fling that biga** sword over your head.) and is overall hard to kill, considering that his entire head and neck are covered by metal.
Weaknesses: Because of his helmet, Pyramid Head has very limited visibility and doesn't move very fast while carrying the Great Knife.
Sexual Preference: Apparently, not too picky. Honestly, just ask the mannequins/nurses/zombies/James. (Don't deny it. You KNOW it would have happened if it was physically possible.)
Other: He is a canon character from the second game. (Not. The. Fifth. One. I don't suppore that game. Sorry if you do, but I don't consider it a part of the series.)
Roleplay Sample: (This is from a vampire roleplay. x3)
A sharp intake of breath, and Lyam’s head was up. His eyes darted about nervously, and he found himself biting into his lower lip to stifle a whimper. He could feel something after him, some sort of inevitable danger.
“V-vayne?” He asked this to the rain tentatively, even though he knew it was not his mentor nearby. The elder vampire that had shared his name couldn’t be here now; he’d abandoned Lyam for Transylvania weeks ago. What, then, could be stalking him? Lyam fidgeted nervously; he hadn’t felt like this before, and it definitely wasn’t a welcome emotion. He felt… hunted.
His eyes widened, and no amount of biting could stop the whimpering now. Yes, he felt hunted. He was trembling all over, an occasional whimper interrupting his quick, shaky breaths. His newly developed instincts were telling him only one thing:
Run. NOW.
Lyam found that he was loath to resist. He was on his feet in a flash, still looking around as if someone was about to jump out at him any moment. He flitted around the back of the house, heading north. As to his destination he had no idea, but his now-frantic mind told him that he needed to be far away from here, and now. He fell on his face repeatedly in his hurried attempt to escape, yelping loudly each time as if he had been jumped.
For all he knew, he was about to be.
After a minute or so of running (and falling), he found that his predestined course was set to the old chapel. Of course. That was where Vayne- the old Vayne, that was- had told him what it meant exactly to be a vampire, and just why his namesake had bitten him. Lyam could barely remember any of what the old vampire had said, but it didn’t matter now. He would be safe at the chapel; he was sure of it. He’d been told that nothing could hurt him there, and so far it had served him well.
He paused for a moment in a dark alleyway, supposedly to catch his breath. He wasn’t tired at all; tiring is difficult when your heart doesn’t beat. Still, he wanted to stop and try to control his breathing. It didn’t matter much how badly he was hyperventilating, of course, but the sound worried him. Once again, that desire for humanity. How quaint.
