Grey, clammy skin and elongated arms that reach the floor when he walks - Merf is a ghoul. He, or it, can speak only by glibbering, with occasional exceptions that cause him immense effort. His eyes are large, with greatly dilated pupils perfect for seeing in the subterranean climes he calls home. Even twilight renders him blind, so he is almost never seen above ground during the day. Tattered remnants of his clothing identify him as having been human once, yet nothing remains to identify the man he used to be.
Unlike the majority of ghouls, Merf has not developed the canine face; his face has changed a little, but not so much as to be unrecognisable from a human's. His arms are extended and his back curved, causing him to move with an almost hopping motion, his usual pose when at rest one of crouching on his hind legs.
(This idea of a ghoul based on one in particular from HP Lovecraft - I forget which one, exactly, and shall get a more accurate citation when I have my copy of the book back)
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Merf the Hunched
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The Abandoned Slums
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Gravis
Description
Personality
Merf is friendly, and curious, although the ghoulish trait of cannibalism tends to make the truly living somewhat disquiet, and not inclined to befriend him. It is a desire for food that brings him to the surface, although on rare occasions he will talk to others, usually thos he deems able to bring him to food, or those from his past who seek him out.
He knows all the passages through the underground, and the concealed surface entrances, and as such can lead people to any point above ground, within a reasonable degree of accuracy.
History
Merf was once a human, living in a certain opulence. His name has long since faded from almost all living memory, yet his mind keeps it alive, with it's continual whispering. Merf was reaching the end of his life when he descended through a hole in the ground, climbing down, ever down...a subterranean graveyard, miles below the surface, was home to some of the ghouls he now calls brothers. He gained acceptance by them, and in return, was left to live. However, his life was such that he changed into one of the creatures around him, his body deforming to it's current shape, his voice being all but lost in the ghoulish glibbering.
So begins...
Merf the Hunched's Story
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Merf the Hunched sat back, the darkness around it's makeshift shack enveloping it. It didn't reach the surface often, only when the food was running scarce in the subterranean labyrinths it called home. Glancing around through it's near-human form - certainly more near-human than it's brethren still below, having not developed the canine facial appearance - it saw little in the way of prey. It grabbed a rat, biting into it and tipping the head off, gnawing on it as it waited.
Merf the Hunched hopped out of the entrance to his underground home, snatching up a rat as it scurried past him and carrying it to his usual haunt in the dark beneath an overhang. Peering into the blinding light outside, he ripped the top half off, crunching on it and swallowing it bones and all.
Merf the Hunched hopped up out of the concealed entrance to his underground home, his deformed body moving off towards the darkened, overhanging awning he often used in this are, his large eyes staring out of his half-human face as he cast around for some morsel to eat.
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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