Age: Four years have passed since his fabrication.
Gender: Male
Race: Contruct (Golemesque being)
Appearance: [link]
Persona: Resarcio emulates his creator, his wrath, his madness, his cold calculating tortures nature. In no way would this be a person to trifle with...he revels in taking people apart; mentally and physically. He has made a large wall, metaphorically, around his inner feelings. He lets no one in beyond what he wants them to see.
History: Resarcio had humble beginnings; he was a simple scarecrow that became the favorite plaything of two beautiful twin girls-Lilly and Lilac. They lived with thier grandfather, a skilled sage named Jolcimer. One day a storm blew Resarcio-or Patch, as he had been called by the girls- down from his post and tore him to peices. The girls were very sad and asked Jolcimer to fix thier freind, he did them one better though and took the remains of the scarecrow and fashioned a Golem for the girls. It would serve as thier playmate and thier protecter. The girls were overjoyed and had many fun times playing with him. One night though a man had come to the farm, he looked a bit haggard but harmless and asked Jolcimer if he could have a place to stay for the night, as he was very fatigued. Jolcimer being the kind old soul that he was agreed and let the man stay in the guest room. That same night Resarcio heard the girls screaming out his name from the farmhouse. He jumped down from his post and ran for the house with all his speed. He burst through the door to find a terrible sight, Jolcimer was nailed to the wall, his entire body scorched and burnt by dark magic. Patch rushed up the stairs to find the man in the girl's bedroom; lilly and lilac were huddled in the corner and holding one another as the man advanced. Patch threw himself on the mans back in a rage and took him to the ground. They tumbled and fought but the dark wizard uttered some words in a harsh language and the scarecrow was torn asunder. He laid to rest in two peices on the other side of the room. The girls started to scream as the dark wizard indulged in them, theu screamed for thier protecter to save them but he could do nothing but listen to thier cries...his only grace was he could not truely see the horror that had befallen the poor girls. When the wizard was finished with the girls he ended both thier lives and turned to the scarecrow. He smiled slightly, and left the building for a bit. He came back with supplies and remade the golem using things he had found around the farm. When the scarecrow woke he found he felt something terrible and evil dripping over his fake soul. He was changed, his skin was pale and shone as the moon, his Saliva and blood was made of peaches and cream, his eyes of milk and ice, and his skin tasted of the honey it had been made of. All about him there was the faintest aroma of Lillys...and Lilacs. He had two hearts to accompany the Golems Soul; the two hearts of the girls he had failed to protect. The Dark Wizard was Gone and he had left only two things; A hole in the scarecrows head that was a portal in the dark abyss covered by a enchanted patch and his new name scrawled in the girls blood across a wall in the girls bedroom. Resarcio. The scarecrow took the name and the sorrow as his only two freinds...and vowed to protect only himself and his hearts. He left the farmhouse and set it ablaze, putting his memories to ashes he was given a final gift from the wizard that came as a whisper on the winds. "Your Maker is Azhad-Rimmil" They said to him. Resarcio clenched his fist and walked on...a now named fear was in his hearts.






lol sup cristian (sp), told you my name was gay
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Shiggity shiggity shwa.
i decided to harass you while i was on my lunch break
(isnt it terrible im eating lunch this late at school? xD ill tell you 'bout it later)
btw, you've been tagged
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My soul lives Voir Dire
Voir Dire is Latin, ask me what it means, I won't lie (promise =3)
to name a few:
one: you don't have enough posties :d
two:*is really good with fixing the not-alot-of posties*
three: I want to post something
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My soul lives Voir Dire
Voir Dire is Latin, ask me what it means, I won't lie (promise =3)
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The doomed soul that walks the earth for an eternity...that is the most lamentable creature there is. Pity the monster that destroys and maims...for it has nothing else in its existence to stop the pain - Fatim Phasmatis
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Watashi no barairo no sekai...
Reality is for people who can't handle role-playing games.
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