Goni Billa - Boogieman [ Incomplete ]

[Tromlui]

the roleplayer

NAME: Nathan Byrd
GENDER: Male
AGE: Nineteen
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Nine years
OTHER CHARACTERS: Not Applicable
HOW YOU FOUND US: Sethron informed me of your site.

Goni Billa

"The beast lives out of the raging storm in the dead of night
The ravenous, blood-sick creatures searches for it's sacrifice
Through the hideous darkness, it lurches, driven by death itself
Only the satisfaction of slaughter will cause it to return to
The darkness from which it came."

character basics

NICKNAMES: Bag Man / Boogeyman / Bubak / Namahage / Dokebi / Et Cetera
AGE: Since the Existence of Nightmares ( Appears
GROUP: Dream Being
SPECIES: Demon
OCCUPATION Not Applicable
GENDER: Male ( Androgynous )

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Artwork Done by Czar

appearance

From the minds of those of the world the Bogeyman’s appearance was created. Although when he was first created he was a writhing mass of nothingness that consumed anything and everything, over time he has created himself into what he wants to be viewed as. A large cranium—pasty white in color—hold two horns that curl forward into viscous points. The forehead bulges forward in an odd manner, as if something were trying to work its way out from within. A thin line runs along the center area of its skull, working its way back toward its zenith from its brow line. Both of the horns are made from thick keratin—dyed a crimson color from the children it has consumed. Thick pointed ears sprout from either side of the being’s head, large earrings parting the flesh in an inch diameter at its lower lobe. This color is not visible, for each of those horns have been wrapped evenly in bandages that move down toward its head. Deep-set eye sockets hold the orbs of nightmares, glowing furiously with a fiery hate toward life. Goni Balla’s face is as well covered in bandages from its proboscis down; its sharpened canines showed only due to a small slit through its wraps.

Tremendous trapezius muscles explode from its huge neckline, taking up more space than one would expect of a being that slithers through the night. Its deltoids draw so tightly against its flesh that it looks as if it were about to explode—yet it does not. From its deltoids come biceps—rock hard and quivering with muscle. As the bicep of its right arm flows down to its forearm, one would notice a drastic change in color. From the ghoulish white flesh, the right forearm becomes a crimson color—made up of a rough exoskeleton. Large bulbs erupt from the face of the arm—which really is not an arm at all—but a humungous crab arm. Its claw is oddly large, even for the body of the man. The claw consumes a large amount of space, clicking with ferocity whenever he sees fit. Each of the prongs of the claw are broad, the tips sharpened and serrated to cut easily through flesh. Now the left arm is similar to the right in the fact that it changes color. Coming from an equally large bicep, the left forearm is covered in metal that has been bolted down into the man’s bone. The metal covering runs from the base of the bicep to its wrist, where a large and shadowy hand erupts. Having not true form—except for a few withering fingers—the hand has the odd ability to change shape. One would assume that the metal atop the forearm holds the shadow in place. Broad, the chest of the monster is covered in a mass amount of muscle that makes it appear even more devious from afar. Various scarifications cover its body, from its chiseled chest to its abdomen. On its left hip is the most vivid of scarifications—the word Hell written there. When one views the back of the beast they will notice large, hair-like spikes coming from the flesh. With each movement these fibers quiver—adding an extra sensory organ to the creature.

Its lower torso is covered by a leather skirt—not actually leather but the flesh of those it has killed. Hair from children has been used to sow various patchwork together in order to keep it in place. Above its hips—held in a diagonal manner—is a belt that holds a large leather bag. One would note that at the bottom of the bag is a crusty stain from the decapitated heads that it holds from time-to-time. The walk of the creature is very slow—a meander that makes little-to-no noise. From its lips we hear a voice that sounds like gravel being overturned on gravel—a rough and baritone sound that hurts the ears. My friends, we introduce you to Goni Billa.

personality

From the depths of darkness has come a being intent on destroying the hopes and dreams of humanity—for even if humanity has created it, it was created for this very purpose. Primarily an pessimist toward those that live in the Real World, this creature takes all of its joy in destroying beauty. It was created to scare children, to keep them from misbehaving—and it does so. Being such a violent being, one would only assume that its only joy comes from the bloodlust that it continuously holds. He is not approachable by those he considers to be of good—thus a lot of those residing in Dream Land have not socialized with such a sadistic entity. Always hungering for the flesh of children—for he was made in that image—it is often times noted that he will near a child without a second guess. This comes from the very fact that his body needs the energy of those children—their pure hearts and souls make him grow in power; he has been alive for centuries, thus one would assume that his average strength is well beyond anything heard of. For the most part this creature dislikes everything with a beating heart that wishes to do good—but as every living being that has become part of the World, he does have his likes. For one—due to his creators—he loves bags. Any sort of bag that he can carry and horde the man will gladly take for a payment; money means nothing to a demon that consumes the flesh of children. Not only that, but he does enjoy a good meal comprised of those he has hunted down.

Although some would assume that such a violent creature is not educated, he defies them. Over the centuries the man has become versed in languages of the Real World as well as those of the Dream World. Having lived for such a long time, it would be plausible that the pessimist has gained a prowess of knowledge few could dream of. His cranium is full of history from the beginning—hoping to be filled with history of the end. The sheer ferocity of its fabric though seems to dim the knowledge that the being holds, for with such a short fuse it rarely has the time to speak of its knowing. People of Dream Land, here is your Bogeyman.

family & history

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