Hserik

Biographical information

Birthplace Unknown Born Died Age Unknown Home None; Destroyed by the Shadow Sexuality Pronouns

Physical description

Race Serpent Titan Sub-Race Gender Male Height Mass Hair color Eye color Skin color

Political information

Affiliation(s) Occupation Living prison Clan(s) Caste Domain Masters Apprentices Alias(es)

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Once a feared World Serpent that ravaged the world when it was young, Hserik the Mourning devoured countless villages and cities in his wake of hunger and rage. Blinded by a maddening hatred towards the world for slaughtering his own kind, butchering his newborn, he had sworn to rid the world of those loathsome species that dared a crusade against his race, simply because they had existed.

He would eat and eat until whatever land he touched was a barren wasteland, and no matter the foes that rose to defeat the beast, they all fell in his gullet.

Until he met Tenrof, the Wandering Shadow.

Now he is but a prison for lesser but still powerful entities, as his hide and bone were perfect for constructing such an institution. Eons have passed and the magic which fed off his own life are now weakening, but as they do, his own life fades as well.

A gigantic serpent whose sheer length could encompass entire cities, and a size thick enough to be mistaken for hills, Hserik was a proud, adult Serpent Titan, reptiles of exceedingly large size that once prowled the primal world, apex predators of the highest order. His eyes are bloody red, a consequence of his eternal grieving and a sign of his unending rage against the world for its injustice. His mouth glows a perpetual putrid green, a sign of his deadly acidic breath, and two blood red fangs, also a consequence of his descent into mad grief.

As a prison spirit serpent, Hserik's appearance is naught but his heart, a beating sickly green organ that pulses in a ribcage of his own bones. Runes line its surface, leeching power from the monster's formidable lifeforce to power the vast institution. Around this heart is a grove, decayed and rotting from the malefic presence that is the serpent. But he is capable of manifesting his presence as a physical force - spirit snakes that are shaped in his image.

As a Serpent Titan, the snake's sheer size was a weapon alone, but his fangs were adamantine and razor-sharp. His breath could turn armies to sludge, its rotting stench a poison to kill even the hardiest of foes.

As a prison spirit, he can only influence the thoughts and hearts of those whom enter his dying domain, but is capable of manifesting his presence physically and spiritually - spirit snakes that take on his physical traits in life, and often to devastating effect. He can also control the prison itself to an extent, by mainly releasing dangerous prisoners within its cages to unleash upon hapless visitors.

His longevity is also incredible, having survived countless centuries of imprisonment and torture, having his own lifeforce being sapped all the while by his own prison. His rage and hatred are unending, and serve as fuel to sustain him long after his physical form has rotted.

There is nothing left of this poor serpent but rage. Blinding, undying rage. At the world. At the Shadow that defeated it, allowing its degradation into the prison it has become. Even dying, it will curse the world with its last breath, a spiritual poison that will never fade.