Amalgamon – monster character description

All I was given was this picture… here is the creature description I created for it.

Born of an arcane accident, Amalgamon fights with the fury of a Hell it is forced to dwell in. When a necromancer attempted to resurrect a demon’s corpse, something in the ritual went amiss, and the soul of the deceased demon instead entered the necromancer’s body. After a gruesome and painful transformation, the result was Amalgamon: a two-headed monstrosity resembling a Hellish demon with a skeletal Siamese twin.

Due to the curse of being attached to a demonic soul, Amalgamon was dragged to Hell and can never leave. It now serves as a gatekeeper of the underworld. Posted as a sentry between territories, Amalgamon uses its pent up rage to fend off those uninvited guests that would try to get through the gates. It is a creature of little words and even less patience.

Amalgamon’s fighting style is furious and unpredictable. It relies heavily on its ability to fly to dodge oncoming attacks. Amalgamon is quick and tough but lacks a sense of strategy. This is partially due to the duality of existence it faces in being controlled by two different souls, which at times drives Amalgamon towards two different courses of action. In fact, the two heads of Amalgamon can sometimes be found arguing between each other, which is when it is most vulnerable to attack. In most cases, however, the souls work together towards the common goal of defending the gates of Hell.

Normal Attacks
Light damage: Claws
Medium damage: Double Bite
Heavy damage: Wing Slap – this attack sends out a surge of wind as well, which has a chance to stun the victim, causing that player to lose his/her next turn.

Special Abilities
Wing Shield – Enclosing itself within its massive wings, Amalgamon can protect itself from normal attacks and lessen the damage from special attacks.
Fury of Claws – Using all six of its claws, Amalgamon becomes enraged and unleashes a quick succession of claw attacks.
Possession – An ethereal form of Amalgamon’s skeletal head is projected forward, and the ghostly entity enters the opponent’s body momentarily. This attack does no damage, but steals Resources from the player targeted and gives them to the player controlling Amalgamon.

character outline for Dark Domain a.k.a. Nocternal

Adriana Van Helsing

Survivalist of the rEvolution Underground

Location: Sanctuary

Age: 24

Sex: F

Nationality/race: mostly Dutch/Germanic mixed with other European blood

Height: 5’9”

Weight: 150 lbs.

Eyes: green

Hair: red-brown, medium-length

Physical appearance: Broad and a bit muscular, not exactly feminine but still fairly attractive, even with the scar under her right eye. She dresses in camouflage fatigues, partially covered by pieces of makeshift body armor. With her attire, she looks kind of like a cross between a military soldier and a medieval warrior.

Personality/behavior/habits: Strong of mind as well as body, Adriana often takes the lead in situations. She is blunt and abrupt, sometimes giving people the wrong impression – she just calls it as she sees it, maybe with a hint of attitude depending on who she’s talking to. She is a follower of the rEvolution Underground. She also believes, or wants others to believe, that she is a descendent of Abraham Van Helsing (insisting the story of Dracula is a historical account rather than a work of fiction) and has claimed the last name as her own. And though not always open about it, Adriana is a lesbian and quick to angrily reject any man that even remotely flirts with her.

Talents/skills: Adriana is trained in many different weapons; proficient with swords and knives, and a good shot with her submachine guns, which she prefers for their small size and light weight, as she‘s often on the move. She is a survivalist – she adapts well to most situations and can make quick, tough decisions.

Weaknesses/fears: At times, Adriana’s impatience and brashness blind her from seeing the bigger picture. Her self-righteous attitude borders on egotism, often making social interacts awkward for her.

Motivation/goals: Adriana is driven by her desire to destroy evil and her urge to show the world that women can kick ass just as much as men.

Background: Being raised solely by her neurotically protective father, young Adriana wished to run away from home. She took an interest in survivalist tactics and self defense at an early age and trained to use various weapons, against her fathers wishes. When the undead appeared in NYC, Adriana’s father refused to follow her to her friend’s bomb shelter, so she left him behind. After the nuclear bomb hit and things settled down on the surface, she set out with minimal supplies, in search of other survivors. Once she came across Sanctuary, she had found her new home. Many residents at Sanctuary now look at her as a leader, though they aren’t always willing to join her on her ventures out into the world to search for supplies and more people.

excerpt from The Black Circle

INT. DETECTIVE OFFICE – DAY

Visibly exhausted, Melissa slumps into her chair, sighing. She looks around at the piles of paper and folders on her desk and all around her. She opens the top drawer of her desk and reaches into it. As her hand passes over a bottle of liquor in the drawer, we get a clear view of a small scar on the top of her hand; it seems to be shaped into some kind of strange symbol. Ignoring the liquor, Melissa removes a photograph from the drawer and looks at it.

MELISSA’S POV: The photo, old and wrinkled, is of a middle-aged woman standing on the porch of an old house.

DISSOLVE INTO:

EXT. OLD HOUSE – NIGHT

The middle-aged woman steps off the porch, with a YOUNG MELISSA (six-years-old) following her part of the way.

YOUNG MELISSA

Don’t go to them, mommy!

From young Melissa’s POV we see the woman (her MOTHER) looking out into the complete darkness that surrounds the house. She seems to be waiting for someone. A sudden wind blows, making Mom’s hair and dress dance. She turns around towards young Melissa.

MELISSA’S MOTHER

(euphoric)

They’re here!

In the darkness behind Melissa’s mother, a shadowy figure forms. The figure’s arms reach out and grab Mom by the shoulders. Then the silhouette of a head lurches forward, lingering over one of Mom’s shoulders, but the only visible details of a face are luminous red eyes and a set of fangs. The fangs sink into Mom’s neck, sending a squirt of blood in Young Melissa’s direction. Mom initially seems shocked more than in pain, betrayal in her eyes. Then the fangs rip out a bloody chunk of her neck, causing her to release a shrill scream of agony.

YOUNG MELISSA

(crying out)

Mommy, no!!!

Young Melissa stands still for a moment, paralyzed by the horror of the scene before her. Then the darkness actually starts rolling towards her in slow, menacing waves. Young Melissa blindly darts down the road, running for her life. She keeps running, the shadow wisps trailing her, until she sees the headlights of a car on the road coming towards her. She frantically waves her arms in the air. The vehicle stops, and now we can see that it is a police car. A police officer gets out and rushes towards young Melissa. The officer bends down and Melissa embraces him. We see that the officer’s name tag reads “Stone.”

CLOSE UP: Officer Stone’s face.

DISSOLVE INTO:

INT. DETECTIVE OFFICE – DAY

CLOSE UP: Chief Stone’s face

ZOOM OUT from CHIEF STONE’s face as he enters Melissa’s office. (It’s apparent that this is the same police officer from the flashback, only older now.)

CHIEF STONE

What are doing here so early?

His voice startles Melissa, snapping her out of her memories. She hurriedly places the photo back in her desk drawer and closes it.

MELISSA

Jesus, Chief! You should try knocking.

CHIEF STONE

You should try filing reports.

MELISSA

Sorry. I got behind yesterday. I’ll definitely have something for you after tonight.

CHIEF STONE

I hope so, ‘cuz the feds are ready to shut you down.

MELISSA

That’s because they know what I’m hunting, and they know I’m close. It’s a catch-22, chief. I have to be careful what I present to them. They just want me to open the doors so they can come storming in. But this is my case.

CHIEF STONE

(sincerely)

Well, even though I don’t always approve of your methods, I know how much this means to you. I’ll support you on this as long as I can.

MELISSA

Thanks chief. It means a lot to me.

CHIEF STONE

But you need to produce some results soon!

MELISSA

I know. Trust me, nobody wants to get to the bottom of this more than I do.

A brief moment of silent contemplation for Melissa. Determination burns in her eyes.

FADE OUT.

Lucifer and Jesus Meet in a Coffee Shop

Lucifer: “Coffee’s good here.”

Jesus: “Yeah, man. I’m working on my fifth latte.”

Lucifer: “I prefer to drink mine black. The darker the better.”

Jesus: “I have a lot of work to do. I need this jump start for the day.”

Lucifer: “What do you do?”

Jesus: “I do a lot of work with the community. I’m a social worker – grief counseling, behavioral therapy, things like that.”

Lucifer: “Sounds like a lot to handle.”

Jesus: “Yeah, but it’s totally worth it, man, to help all those people in need. So, what line of work are you in?”

Lucifer: “Business management and marketing. I’m the CEO of a major conglomerate. We manufacture and sell all kinds of goods, from music and video games to pharmaceuticals.”

Jesus: “Wow, sounds like you got your hands in everything.”

Lucifer: “Pretty much.”

Jesus: “Hey, are you going to that thing on December 21, 2012? I was thinking of going, but that’s kind of my busy season, so I’m not sure if I’ll have the time.”

Lucifer: “I haven’t decided yet if I’ll be attending that event or not. I’ll have to see what my projections look like at that point.”

Jesus: “Well, maybe I’ll see you there. If not, I’m sure we’ll run into each other again.”

Lucifer: “Bound to happen, small world and all. For the moment, I must excuse myself. Duty calls.”

Jesus: “Same here. I have a long day ahead of me. It’s gonna take a miracle to get through. Catch you later, man.”

Hmmm…

This is just crazy –

Simply fucking nuts,

That I have to find the words,

The proper consecutive letters of the alphabet,

The one that I know,

To make a feeble attempt

To express the intense feeling

That rushes through my very being.

It is absurd

To think that I need to try

To actually describe what I feel,

What I perceive –

It is ridiculous.

My fingers tap the keys

And my brain shoots electric impulses

That I experience as memories and emotions,

Things that we could never understand,

Not even when they are our own.

Ouch!

Shit, it hurts.

To begin to explain how I feel,

Forced to adhere

To rules of the English language

To express abstract sensations.

This is an impossible feat.

It cannot be done.

But in some strange way,

By putting this nothing into writing,

I have given a glimpse

Into the sheer unfathomable folly

That is being me.

This is either profound or pointless,

But goddamn,

I just wrote it,

And you just read it.

Thank you.

You just helped me get rid of something

I can’t even identify.

It is all over, for now.

What a relief -

For both of us, I’m sure.

Thanks again,

And you’re welcome.

Vampyre’s Lament

As I waltz through this garden of infants,

Memories twist into blades before me

And cut out my eyes.

Despite the torment,

Satisfaction still lingers.

Sweetly bleeds the harvest moon.

I dance with the shadows.

This euphoria cannot last,

For the hunger returns with each new dusk.

Mother Nocturne,

I am her companion

And her slave.

To subdue the beast within,

I must destroy that which I once was

And can never be again.

How tragic that the deepest grief

Is that which allows me to live.

Shooting Star in the Mirror

There is a shooting star in the mirror.

You make a wish on it.

You believe in yourself, because you are a product of evolution.

You pray for the best, because your God always listens.

Thou shall not worship any false idols,

But your idols are all true.

You see, in the reflection, the result of those that you look up to.

The rock star that television has made you.

The healthy body of an athlete.

The compassionate mind of a teacher.

The enlightened soul of the Pope.

You stand there, eye to eye with yourself,

Confirming your status.

You are somebody.

And then you return to reality,

To be you in a vast sky full of them.

So many heavenly bodies.

A meteor shower.

Some will burn out.

Some will make an impact.

Keep telling yourself that you can choose your path,

And just maybe, one day, you’ll get your wish.