An ancient story of a creation that has and will forever live a
tumultuous life. Two lives, separated and controlled by different minds.
That is the life of Ulrax.
Once, perhaps not so long ago, a life of normalcy existed for this being.
The existence of a creation not meant for his own kind, an existence which
belonged to someone else.
From birth Ulrax survived and adapted because that was his only option. He
chose to succeed where he had strength but found the advantage where he was
inept, slowly strengthening all areas of his life in this pursuit. As long
he felt his young conviction, he continued, he thrived for authority.
From youth Ulrax was an abomination, a freak of massive size with dual
heads, a man defined by his appearance, a creation of two obstinate minds..
Yet deeper within was a burning ambition fueled by desire, fueled by
supremacy. None could undermine this conviction he felt in his heart, nor
could they change his trajectory. Ulrax knew little, but he had an idea for
who he would be and would not relent until he had that life in his grasp.
What did that mean to him? None would know, not even himself, yet he knew
that is what he had to strive for and to conquer.
Description (commended):
The swirling ember orbs of a burning volcano capture your attention
immediately. The unsettling darkness of this creation exacerbates the
certainly unorthodox nature to the eyes of a being that appears to be burnt
beyond recognition. Beyond the eyes is a white band of tightly bound hair
that traces up the center of his head, the neighboring sides remaining clean
and shaved by scars. Protruding canines jolt themselves outside his mouth,
forcing his lower jaw to extend further then his upper which force his mouth
to always remain open. As you peer deeper into the intricacies of his face
you see two cauterized gashes that mark a life without limits. His body is
undeniably powerful, a frame that is reinforced with muscle and grit. His
neck is stout and secure, managing the ensemble that is a creation of
devastation. He shifts with an unsettling dexterity that can only be driven
by awareness and security. His muscular arms are embedded with ancient
runes and stones that allow you to see clearly into his body, slowly pulsing
with each beat of his heart, quickening as you remain in his sight. The
presence of this dark entity portrays a life of solitude and massacre.
