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Zalgo was born to a Xenithian general, Xergo, who used his political influence to save his sickly son. When the king found out about this he dubbed it treason and had Xergo publically executed while Zalgo was forced to watch. Afterward, the child was then exiled into the harsh Xenithian wilderness.
Zalgo at first cried at the city gates. When he realized he had no hope of getting back home he began wandering around the nearby forest. As he approached the mountains that signaled the border to the badlands he grew tired. Looking for some sort of shelter he found a cave system. He rested near the mouth of the cave, shivering from the unforgiving Xenithian nights. When morning arrived he decided to explore the cave system and make it his personal home. He traveled deeper and deeper into the planet, a strange glow seeming to keep the cave lit just enough to see. Eventually, after what seemed like hours of travel, he came upon a giant cavern. This large ageless room was carved hundreds of miles inside the planet. The young alien boy thought he heard a whisper as he entered the room, like the sound of wind greeting him. He became intrigued and began walking towards the center of the chasm, where he found a river flowing, a river of black liquid. The stream of oil flowed freely in front of Zalgo, and as he gazed upon it the child heard the whispers again, the whispers of power. He reached a hand out, obeying the pleas of the oil, intrigued by its promises of vengeance and power, but he hesitated at the last second. Not waiting for another second the oil itself sprung out at him and coiled around his arm. It snaked it's way up his shoulder and along his body. It gave one last desperate tug as the child shouted out for his deceased father, pulling the young boy into its dark depths.
When Zalgo crawled out of the river he was no longer a Xenithian. He was a Fraysan, the first of his kind. The oil had taken residence within his body, mutating him into a horrible creature of death and vengeance. It delivered on its promise of power, and on its promise of vengeance, purging the planet of the Xenithians, leaving only the king alive to witness the horror of exile.
The oil then began its mission of corrupting all life in the universe, turning everything it came into contact with into another puppet under its control.[/spoiler]
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Zalgo is merciless. He will not cease an attack and will not spare anyone. He is not easily fooled and will never experience a moral dilemma. This does not mean he is emotionless. He can still feel fear and anger, even happiness or excitement are within his grasp.
Zalgo has the personality of a rich king with unlimited power and he expects to be treated as such.[/spoiler]
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His skin is black and leathery.
His face is nothing more than four eyes, all of which are bright yellow.
His body somewhat resembles a human torso, except the chest is much larger and the stomach/waist is much smaller. A line runs down from his face down the center of his torso.
Zalgo has wide shoulders that lead into skinny biceps before turning into large forearms and hands. He has a line going down each shoulder all the way to his wrists, originating at his neck.
Zalgo's hands have two opposable thumbs on each hand, one thumb replacing his pinky. He also has three long fingers between each thumb.
He has wide bony looking hips with skinny thighs. Zalgo's legs are similar to that of a digitigrade animal (or the back legs of a dog or other animal). His knees lead down to his ankles which angle upwards before going back down to form the foot. Lines travel down the outer side of each leg all the way to the knee.
Zalgo has feet that are very similar to his hands, just larger. His toes replace his fingers. He also has a line going horizontally across the bottom of each foot.
Zalgo is nearly 8 feet (2.4 meters) tall.
Zalgo is roughly 400 pounds (181 kilograms).
Every line on Zalgo's body can open up to reveal a mouth. The inside of the line is filled with teeth and can release a torrent of The Oil. During the Fraysan Engine ability, all of these lines open up to allow the maximum amount of oil generation/release. Zalgo's chest is actually an empty cavity filled with nothing but oil and a single large black heart in the middle of his chest. During the Fraysan Engine, Zalgo's bright yellow eyes turn pitch black.
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(Most of this appearance was due to WafflesMgee. He yet again helped me out with something super original.[/spoiler]
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The alien let his mind expand, focusing on his affliction. He felt the insects in the forest, the fauna prancing around just out of his physical vision. The brave men in the Boeing AH-64 Apache attack helicopter. He could feel their thoughts. They were afraid. Not a single one of these proud warriors was going into battle with a heart full of courage. He couldn’t say he blamed them.
Zalgo’s large form was as still as a statue as the helicopter halted overhead. A rope extended down from the twin doors and soldiers poured from the metal beast. The humans raised their weapons immediately, their firearms clearly more than a match for this otherworldly creature. The men were all dressed the same. Tactical vests, military grade helmets with AI-assisted HUD visors. Clearly, they were the best of the best. Zalgo scoffed to himself at how easy it was to learn about their weaponry and equipment just from their thoughts alone.
The last human landed out of the helicopter. This one had no weapon in hand and lacked a helmet, instead covering his features with large aviator glasses. The being stepped confidently towards Zalgo.
“Alright. You’re certainly bigger than the reports said you’d be. Put on a little weight there Mister Zalgo?”
You’re certainly brash. You must be the leader. The thought seemed to echo itself inside of all the men’s minds.
“Easy there big guy. We’ve got your profile here from the RHG records facility. We’re representatives of the group. We’re here to inform you that your little stunts need to be better contained. As a member of the RHG program you’re permitted to battle other gladiators, but the level of destruction you bring with you needs to be toned down. Otherwise, we’ll be forced to take some drastic measures.” The man taps his sidearm, a .45 caliber desert eagle.
Zalgo’s quadruple mouth seemed to split apart in a mock smile. A quiet scratching sound began to emanate from the orifice. The horrid noise grew louder and louder before the soldier realized it was a legitimate laugh from the monster before him.
You really do not understand what you’re doing here, do you, Eric? The only thing I have to fear is an abyssal lord and the persistent nightmares that plague me daily. You’re an insect to me. Your weapons are your non-poisonous stingers. Your world is nothing more than a plaything for the gods you attempt to control yet you stand here threatening one of the most powerful. Fear not child, I’ll give you a demonstration of what I’m capable of.
The leader’s expression went blank at the mention of his name. It was also at this same moment that Zalgo’s eyes turned black. Every man in Eric’s platoon began screaming as some invisible force caused them to mutilate their own bodies. Some men turned their rifles on themselves and unloaded entire magazines into their guts while others simply unsheathed their combat knives and slit their own throats. Even the helicopter above began to swerve through the air as the pilot succumbed to the terrible affliction. The machine of war crashed several kilometers away before erupting into a cloud of smoke, fire, and debris.
Eric was knocked back a step from the shockwave of the nearby explosion, his notes on the gladiator before him not properly informing him of the thing’s mental capabilities. Suddenly the ground around Eric erupt into walls of a black, spiked substance. The walls formed a box around the man, the cube seemingly made of some form of solid oil.
The walls melted into a dark pool around Eric’s feet as the entire clearing burst into black spikes. The trees on the edge of the area simply ripped from the ground with the catastrophic force of the contamination.
‘The general who wins the battle makes many calculations in his temple before the battle is fought. The general who loses makes but few calculations beforehand.’ You would do well to heed the words of your wise ones. I will abide by the rules of your gladiatorial system Eric. Remember today and know that you are lucky to have survived.
Zalgo tore his feet from the ground, a long trail of dark oil leading into a hole carved from the same liquid underneath each foot. A simple half hour of preparation had turned the entire clearing into an oil field, the dark substance only a few inches beneath the surface. The alien allowed his connection to the oil to lessen before depleting completely. The trees and bodies impaled by the spikes falling with a splash into the now liquid darkness.
The alien turned and left the mentally afflicted man, the seeds of Zalgo’s corruption in his mind, ready to be unleashed at any point Zalgo deemed fit. He would let young Eric return to his superiors and report what he had witnessed. The man would go home to the family Zalgo sensed in his thoughts before causing him to murder them both. They would claim post-traumatic stress, a side effect of dealing with the alien lord. The commander who had the audacity to threaten a god would be locked away in a mental institution or put to death by the people he was to protect. Zalgo allowed himself the closest semblance to a smile his alien features would allow.
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