Roar
Pet Name: Roar
Owner: Apache
Theme / Type: Terror Belragoth
Born: April 20, 2008
Gender: Male
MisticPal Name: Hope
MisticPal Age: 5166 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 5 / 5
Strength: 4
Defense: 2
Speed: 3
Intellect: 5
Misticpower: 8
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: 3/373 [ View Books ]
1. Mistic Mist
2. The Evil Cackle
3. The Rainy Day Book
2. The Evil Cackle
3. The Rainy Day Book
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 5/1254 [ View Foods ]
1. - Blush Pomme
2. - Cactus Drink
3. - Dried Up Cactus Drink
4. - Pyramid Cake
5. - Strange Sack Lunch
2. - Cactus Drink
3. - Dried Up Cactus Drink
4. - Pyramid Cake
5. - Strange Sack Lunch
Ringing, red, dripping and dripping, blood laces the ground
marking indiscriminately a pattern of death.
My hand is slick, and red also. This concerns me,
but buzzing dulls my mind and encourages thoughtlessness. What I would at first question slips from importance into insignificance.
A shadow before my undulates, shifting, and I move fearfully away.
Red dripping, pooling, forming. Noise rises. My head thrums in pain.
The red becomes a figure. I flinch desperately, but otherwise find my body unresponsive.
It towers above me. Its arms spread out and reach towards me. It is slick and wet on my shoulder.
Consuming, red, red, and always the noise.
Soon, all there is is red. And all else that could be is but a dull roar.
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"I am merely a conduit for it, a bottomless void for its crooning to echo, and echo, and echo on in, until infinity has sung its final breath..."
ID No. 21M
Roar; "to utter a loud, deep, prolonged sound, especially in distress, rage, or excitement"
dependent || pessimistic || delusional || possessive
"The Derelict"
Roar suffers from an odd, neurotic condition. He is constantly confused, and rather half-crazed. He wanders. He suffers from amnesia and has constant troubles with memory.
Most disturbing is the noise he hears, like a loud buzzing. It contributes greatly to his troubled mind. The noise is there nearly all the time. Rarely will it ever ebb.
Roar is not actually very self aware. He tends to be indifferent and sluggish, lost too far into his mind to pay attention to his surroundings. When he is self-aware, he gets clingy, and is very unsure of himself, constantly looking for guidance and confirmation in even the simplest of tasks.
Fortunately for his friends, he is easily led and not prone to acting out. He is submissive and gullible, and will go where anyone points him. They just have to come and find where he's gone off to, first.
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Lies sing from golden lips
settling gently on weary ears,
sowing together a picture
of unfettered perfection.
Where were you
when I was broken on the ground,
when I bled and ears
began to ring
for the very first time?
I imagine that you have always been
and always will
be at my side,
but only because,
because I need
the lies that seep from golden lips,
to be as true as true
can be.
Without belief I am
bodiless
and without a body
what am I?
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I can't get out of my own head. I am trapped. There is a buzzing. Dull. Discordant. It comes and goes.
It is all around me. I am the white noise, the loud and silent roar.
I am being consumed.
I don't know whether I say these things, or if I only think them. My vision is dark and swirling; I see things that could not possibly be, yet there they are, sliding in an out of focus. I see terrible things, wretched things... evil things.
I see the things I have done, the things that I will do. The things that I cannot have possibly done. I see him, a ghost, laughing, his maw cruelly twisted. Him, him, always him, poised to drain me of life. I see it done, I see my eyes flutter closed, delicately, beautifully.
I gasp for air because I cannot breath, or at least I think I cannot breath. I think, am I evil? The noise is loud and I beg it for an answer, but it does not reply.
Then the roar consumes me and I am nothing but a vessel for its infinite, ghoulish, hideous, trembling song.
In this state I am there, again, watching my name torn apart with the ferocity that terror inspires, and I am denounced, forever banished.
I tell them, it was an accident, but hard are their hearts, clouded with misunderstanding. So off I go, a vagrant, lonely and used and hurting.
And then he finds me, and what a generous savior he was. He offered refuge, a home, in exchange for my allegiance.
Who was I to refuse?
Regretful tears slide down my cheeks, chill and real. In a moment of clarity, I wonder what I must look like to the outside world. I open my eyes and see my deserted alcove --
only to be swept with ferocity back into the void. He is there, begging use of my hand for his devilish antics. Who am I to refuse? I let him, and with putrid despair I see, again and again, the things I have done.
The harrowing things I have done.
I am swimming in the hiss and pop of noise, I am the noise.
Morality is impalpable and I can breathe again, deep and real, solid, cleansing breaths.
I open my eyes. Into garish sunlight I am thrown, so I squint. My ears ache with a slight buzz. I don't remember my introspective trips, and so I rub my ears thoughtfully, supposing they will clear up soon.
In brazen ignorance I trod onwards, unremembering of my destination before I am halted by one who calls himself a friend. This friend of whom I cannot remember leads me back to our homestead.
What a strange thing, I think. And I think further, and remember, just for a moment, my name, before I clamp a lid on my memories to keep them from consuming me completely.
A disease, I remember, I am harrowed by disease. It tastes right on my tongue so I hold onto the idea.
What's my name again?
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Roar belongs to Apache.
Renamed Torn -> Roar
[Adopted from Joy as a Terror Belragoth]
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