Post by rockabillyxdeadite on May 25, 2006 14:10:51 GMT -5
Callsign: "Nergal"
Real Name: Xavier Lancster, Former Lead Singer of Noxious Death
Occupation: Bartender, Black Priest, 'Orphanage' operator, Officer for the Outlaws Biker Organazation [ read: Leader of a chapter of bikers]
Place of Birth: Toronto, Canada
Status: Dead, and loving it.
Sexual Orientation: DEAD!
Height: 6'9"
Weight: 80-200lbs
Hair: black Pompadour
Eyes: rotted out.
Skin: rotting
Mutant Traits: Ever-rotting flesh, dosen't require air/food to live, no eyeballs.
Clothing: His body is wrapped in new bandages every day, so he thins that he can wear normal 50's era clothes that he has 'altered' to his taste [inverted crosses, skulls, barbie-doll head buttons]. When venturing outside of the bar, he dons a three-piece suit and fedora, along with gloves and a very generous tie that covers most of his neck.
Powers: Intelligant Undead, Ability to mutate body structure to fit needs [spikes, enlongation, hardening, ect]. He can also make one bad ass Angel Tit.
Weakness: Time, Fire, Religous items.
Weaponry: Bones, guns, common mundane weapons.
Quote: "Either you pay your tab, or I'm going to put my testical in your martini. *pulls up jar* I hear it taste like olives"
It was 1986, the Era of Glam Metal. A band unlike any heard before was slowly gaining fame to be the greatest band you never heard of. This band was Noxious Death, the most gruesome, satanic, and lavish band to grace the Sunset Strip. At least, that's what they were until David Leture, of the band C*nt made a bid for lead.
Enter Xavier Landcaster, Black Mass Priest, rummored cannibal, and kicked-out singer from Noxious Death. Oh, did I mention he's a shambling corpse kept together by bandages, spandex, and black-magic rituals?
See, what had happened was this: Once kicked out, He hopped on the nearest motorcycle and went hell-bent-for-leather. Stupid, stupid move. This landed him in the back of a chemical waste truck, which he drowned in. He was laid to rest in December of 1986, and two decades later, he rose from the grave, still clad in his Heavy Metal Attire.
Shambling through the streets, in spandex pants with dirt-dreadded green hair, Xavier found haven in only one place.
The Nearest Goth Bar. After a few drinks, and finding out that whiskey poured through his half-decomposed neck, he was taken in by a small cult of satanist and thought to be the avatar of Nergal. He hasn't said much different. All he has really done, though, is discover what his new body can do, and play music.
His taste in music has changed substantually, as has his garb. He now dons 50's era clothes with his own 'creative alterations' [skulls, inverted crosses, chains, ect.], and bandages over all of his exposed skin. Fear him, for he sports a Pompadour.
He can stretch and alter the bones in his body, and since his skin has been mutated, it is able to stretch and accomodate his body's "alterations". Since he's dead, he needs no air, nor food.
Real Name: Xavier Lancster, Former Lead Singer of Noxious Death
Occupation: Bartender, Black Priest, 'Orphanage' operator, Officer for the Outlaws Biker Organazation [ read: Leader of a chapter of bikers]
Place of Birth: Toronto, Canada
Status: Dead, and loving it.
Sexual Orientation: DEAD!
Height: 6'9"
Weight: 80-200lbs
Hair: black Pompadour
Eyes: rotted out.
Skin: rotting
Mutant Traits: Ever-rotting flesh, dosen't require air/food to live, no eyeballs.
Clothing: His body is wrapped in new bandages every day, so he thins that he can wear normal 50's era clothes that he has 'altered' to his taste [inverted crosses, skulls, barbie-doll head buttons]. When venturing outside of the bar, he dons a three-piece suit and fedora, along with gloves and a very generous tie that covers most of his neck.
Powers: Intelligant Undead, Ability to mutate body structure to fit needs [spikes, enlongation, hardening, ect]. He can also make one bad ass Angel Tit.
Weakness: Time, Fire, Religous items.
Weaponry: Bones, guns, common mundane weapons.
Quote: "Either you pay your tab, or I'm going to put my testical in your martini. *pulls up jar* I hear it taste like olives"
It was 1986, the Era of Glam Metal. A band unlike any heard before was slowly gaining fame to be the greatest band you never heard of. This band was Noxious Death, the most gruesome, satanic, and lavish band to grace the Sunset Strip. At least, that's what they were until David Leture, of the band C*nt made a bid for lead.
Enter Xavier Landcaster, Black Mass Priest, rummored cannibal, and kicked-out singer from Noxious Death. Oh, did I mention he's a shambling corpse kept together by bandages, spandex, and black-magic rituals?
See, what had happened was this: Once kicked out, He hopped on the nearest motorcycle and went hell-bent-for-leather. Stupid, stupid move. This landed him in the back of a chemical waste truck, which he drowned in. He was laid to rest in December of 1986, and two decades later, he rose from the grave, still clad in his Heavy Metal Attire.
Shambling through the streets, in spandex pants with dirt-dreadded green hair, Xavier found haven in only one place.
The Nearest Goth Bar. After a few drinks, and finding out that whiskey poured through his half-decomposed neck, he was taken in by a small cult of satanist and thought to be the avatar of Nergal. He hasn't said much different. All he has really done, though, is discover what his new body can do, and play music.
His taste in music has changed substantually, as has his garb. He now dons 50's era clothes with his own 'creative alterations' [skulls, inverted crosses, chains, ect.], and bandages over all of his exposed skin. Fear him, for he sports a Pompadour.
He can stretch and alter the bones in his body, and since his skin has been mutated, it is able to stretch and accomodate his body's "alterations". Since he's dead, he needs no air, nor food.