Amos Dominus Maledicta XIII
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| Alternate Names | Amos Carrion Leech (Guild's affectionate nickname) |
| Pronouns | He/Him/Unholy/Thing |
| Species | ??? Unknown, bit by Magic Beast Parasite |
| Division | Wayfarer's Division |
| Height | 6'5 |
| Age | Guild records say 53. Don't ask the mortician, they've lost count of the bones. |
| Death Date | he can't seem to stay dead |
| Zodiac | Gluttonous Siren |
"If thine eye offend thee, pluck it out. If thy blood betrays thee...well, There's always a use for it, isn't there? Quetzalcoatl 9:47"
A man of the cloth with The Word preached everywhere he goes. His lips and teeth seldom stay clean.
A prisoner of the guild after a series of unfortunate events with his vampire coven, he stays obedient for whatever reason. Often seen with Chalice, who strictly keeps him in check (and accompanies him in monster hunting commissions). Sometimes hits him over the head with a comically large shiny weapon. The Guild lets him hold his masses every Sunday in a quaint little church by the town's cliffside.
Appearance
His hair is an unruly black and seemingly singed, with the roots a wild yellow. It was obviously chopped off what with how it curls unnaturally at the ends. He neatly combs it at night, when there is less skin to be covered due to his aversion to the sun.
Backstory
A famous carrier of the virus back in the day belonging to a well known cult as an elder, his name was given to him by the head after he passed. His real name is a current mystery.
His predecessors share the same name, seemingly to carry the name for eons to come but they all look the same, bringing up the theory that maybe they're all the same person with a ridiculously long lifespan.
In the past he bit a lot of people, not only from his past hunts, but also from the cult that he called his kin. Which caused him to have a particular taste for it. He was deemed a glutton even by their unholy standards for he consumed too much, thus he was cast out.
An exile wasn't the end of him, he was taken into by the guild to cage him from causing any more trouble after years of hunting. Weakened and frail, they collected what was left of him so the guild can study him and experiment as much as they wanted. He was as much of a prisoner as he was an asset, as a dangerous monster that could hunt monsters. Of course, kept in check constantly with the help of Chalice, his caretaker and friend.
He knows the guild keeps him on a leash, and for some reason he lets them. Maybe because his provided lounging area is quite cozy and the juiceboxes provided served enough for his diet. For deep down, despite every cruel and sacrilegious jest and lazy smirk, he knows something they don't; A leech doesn't need freedom to feed.
Yet as much as the guild is his prison, it's also his home.
Church of The Ember Serpent (name wip)
he is here every Sunday c:
Relationships
(feel free to talk to me if you want oc interactions teehee)
Chalice Aureate
"No prayers, Little Cottonbud. We keep eyes on each other, dragons knows I have nothing better to do, anyway."
- She keeps Amos tethered to his humanity, she is his trusty friend through and through, especially in missions and really dangerous quests.
- Hits him with comically large weapon when he does something bad or gets a little too thirsty
- Holds his hand to cross the road when he's in his fur baby form.
Ulvultar Ballahast
"A saint wouldn't look at the devil this way. I should pray again to ask if the Dragons above are having a hearty laugh."
- It's known that he drinks a potion to become much more subdued as a fluffy large fur baby to roam the streets of Eversun. Often visits the Ballahast Manor for food and other things.
- The elf was Amos's old flame decades ago. He's definitely over him.
- He's written a letter once folded in the deepest trenches of his dungeon addressed to Ulvultar. The first line says "No one loves you.". He 'accidentally' put a comma after 'no' and it's just there now as a smudged correction that still looks like a comma.