The Crawling Chaos

The Crawling Chaos

Gender/Sex: N/A

Age: Unknown, as much of it's life was spent in the depths.

Meister: N/A

Weapon Form: A scythe, it's handle and blade made of a pale white boney substance, dotted with eyes, eternally twitching too and fro, glaring left and right, their gaze judging. Holding it together is a red, flesh like substance, grotesquely pulsing and warm to the touch.

Love Interest: N/A

Orientation (Sexual/Romantic): N/A???

Appearance: A horrid, aquatic beast, it's visage covered by decaying vegetal matter, hiding it's dread gaze. It's skin is pale, covered in fishy scales and a layer of slime. Standing at six feet, it's hunched appearance draws the eyes towards it's claws, long and sharp, with many small, mouth like orifices covering its arms, constantly gnashing at the air with their lamprey like mouth. All down it's back are various tendrils of various sizes, attempting to grab out and wrench cautious prey. Underneath the coat of seaweed, one might briefly gaze at it's eyes and spot the cold orange of it's eyes.

Personality: The Crawling Chaos is a malevolent being, it's mind almost incomprehensible to humans. Almost. However, what can be understood is this: For whatever reason, the Crawling Chaos has some sort of twisted paternalistic instinct towards humanity. Thus, it believes the unholy acts it forces them to commit is somehow helping them, though the chain of logic it uses is completely alien to the human mindset.

History: The Crawling Chaos is a ancient being, forged centuries ago. It barely remembers the scant decades it spent as a human. However, upon devouring it's first soul, it became a monster, aquatic in nature. It spent years traveling the coasts, preying on fishermen and sailors before it came into conflict with a Death Scythe whose name is lost to history.

The battle between the two is reported to have lasted seven days, and ended, supposedly, with both individuals dying of their wounds. However, the Crawling Chaos survived, in a sense, drifting to the bottom of the sea, where it waited, comatose, until a foolish witch awoke it with ten souls. In a frenzy, the first victim of the still weakened Chaos was the witch herself. As a result of this, the Chaos gained the last part required to truly resurrect it and the soul required to turn it into a demon blade. 

Soul Count:100

"Come with me, overwhelming power and madness await"