Raziel Drathmire
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His appearance alone was striking enough to arrest the eye and send a shiver over the skin. His age indeterminate, for he was one of those whom life has aged beyond his years. His hair black without a touch of grey. His dark blue eyes, sunken into high cheekbones, almost disappeared in the shadow of his overhanging brows. Almost, but not quite, for no darkness in this world, it seemed, could quench the flame that smoldered in those depths. One might say from looking at him that here was a man born and bred to walk in the company of the night.
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"And be on thy guard against the 'good' and the 'just'. They would fain crucify those who define their own virtue...they hate the lonesome ones." (Nietzsche)
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My line has never been so clean cut.
Death has stripped most of the words from my speech.
Cheap talk is a disease.
Action is its cure.
Death has been walking with me all year.
Talking with me at night.
I answer with my insomnia.
Paranoia has put a hard shine in my eyes.
I mix humor with my fury.
Efficiency with my alienation.
Beauty with my rage.
The rising sun is my silent battle cry.
Exhaustion is my victory.
Death is that wich I measure myself by.
I acknowledge no peer or ally.
I understand death as master.
And the definition of absolute power.
My path is clear and laid out before me.
The wind rushes past me.
I dream of empty desert landscapes.
And proceed forward.
(Henry Rollins)
(The RPG character, Raziel Drathmire, and related works, are copyrighted to S.Anderson. All rights reserved. The midi, "That Was Yesterday", is copyrighted to the proper source.)
