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Eric Palaster
"Your soul seems unhappy, perhaps I should give it a better home."
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The Abandoned Slums
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Vincent the Dark God
Description
Personality
He is usually calm by all respects, though he has spouts of insanity. He enjoys listening to the screams of his victims and sometimes will try to make them scream in different pitches to make music. When he talks to people he disects everything they say and do to determine if their soul is "happy" to be living in their body.
Equipment
A single flintlock pistol. It doesn't always work, he sometimes forgets to load it.
A small double edged knife, not suitable for fighting.
History
His parents tried to put him into an insane asylum despite his desperate pleas of claiming to be perfectly sane. It's kind of hard to do that when you killed your best friend's sister because you claimed that her soul needed a better place to live, for example in his own body. To him everyone's soul needs a better place to live, what better place than the body of the one who realizes this?
So begins...
Eric Palaster's Story
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Eric Palaster tried to see in the darkness of the shack but couldn't make anything out. All he wanted was to find his shoe, then these lizard men had jumped him and thrown him in here. What was the world coming to? He gnawed on his one shoe absentmindedly, giggling every so often in a tone that varied between high and low pitches.
Maniacal laughter would be heard coming from the shack, Eric had chewed through his shoe and bit his toe, "Traitor!" he yelled at his foot. Then sat in the darkness of the shack, wondering how to bide his time.
Eric Palaster watched the spectacle from his own cage, gripping the bars and peering intently at what was happening, "Ooh hoo hoo, what a move! Whatta ya call that one, hahahaha!" his voice varied in every high and low pitch at random whenever he spoke. He pointed and laughed at Flying Shadows after he was hit on the head. Eric fell back laughing and then suddenly became quiet, his permanent grin ever so visible on his face.
Eric Palaster snickered while he watched the vain efforts of Flying Shadows, "Aw, is the poor sad man angry with his blundering self?" he said in a mocking manner, speaking quickly and in a slightly higher pitch than a normal person would talk. He also had a collar as well, but paid no mind. He had worse things done to him than what was already apparent.
Eric Palaster rammed his in between the bars and stared at Terron, his stapled facial features visible, "I can do lots of stuffs little kitty dog." he said in a quick and senseless tone that only a madman can manage. He then shoved his arms between the bars and began bashing at his lock wildly.
Eric Palaster saw Terron find a knife, he put two and forty six hundred thousand ninety-four together and began to search his cage for his flintlock. While jibbering and giggling like an insane person.
Eric Palaster turned as his cage door was ripped from it's hinges, "Gimme back mah shoe!" he shouted as he charged at the Lizardman tackling it to the ground and began pounding it's face relentlessly with his fists, "Hahahahaheeheeheehohohohoho!" he laughed madly as the lizardman's face soon became bloody.
Eric Palaster stood at the edge of the bluff, looking down on the city. So many people harboring unhappy souls, he thought to himself. His face set and dimly aware.
Eric Palaster stared up at the sky, he continued to think. He then continued to spy on the city from high above as he saw a man beat a woman and steal her purse.
Eric Palaster would sniff the air and smile. He turned his back on the city and spread is arms wide as he spoke with his face towards the sky, "Such wonderful fresh air! No stench from the city, no unhappiness to surround me!" he laughed at the sky, a maniacal sound really.
Eric Palaster lowered his arms slowly and frowned at the girl before him, "A chorus and choir can be made from such screams. But the creators lack such skill, wasting the little time they have left with senseless wails." he said slightly huffing,apparently unhappy that his peace was disturbed.
"Such things any young tot can say." he told her mockingly, folding his arms over chest. A smirk made it's way to his lips.
Eric Palaster turned away from her, he couldn't yet decide if her soul was unhappy. He walked to the edge of the bluff once more, "I am simply watching, and enjoying myself." he said simplisticly with a genuine smile.
The setting changes from the-bluff to The Abandoned Slums
Eric Palaster stepped out of one of the rickety shacks, a small smile on his face. He was happy about something, that was obvious.
Eric Palaster looked up and down the dirty road. He was joyous, for he had just set a sad soul free from it's unhappy cage.
Eric Palaster did in fact see Mika, with a happy grin on his face which reached his eyes he stepped off the porch of the shack and began walking towards the poor girl.
Eric Palaster stopped in front of her, a small splotch of blood could be seen on his cheek, but that would be it. He extended a hand, still grinning and said, "Hello young girl, my name is Eric." his voice radiating happiness.
Eric Palaster 's smile faltered a little. He withdrew his hand, "Is everything alright little girl?" he sounded genuinely curious and worried.
Eric Palaster let his grin fade, he looked around at the slums, "You live here?" he asked, masking the caution that would otherwise show through.
/me/me let the caution slip away and began smiling again. He looked down at Mika, "The gardens you say? Are you in need of an escort?" he said joyfully.
Eric Palaster let the caution slip away and began smiling again. He looked down at Mika, "The gardens you say? Are you in need of an escort?" he asked joyfully.
Warren Aulare was wandering aimlessly about when suddenly he smiled at the sky. For a moment he stood there and stared up into Terran Orbit. A satisfied nod and he turned on his heel with new direction. He thumbed at the die in his pocket as he made his way in to the city.
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