Thanks guys. I fell asleep This day hurt more than I thought. It's in a tender spot. I'll post later. I don't know who this jackass is but someone was obviously a jackass to this person when she got her first tat and now she taking it out on us. Wrong people to do that with. After she was done she came and showed me her tattoo and apologized for being loud. I told her the worst part is over. And if she gets more they won't bother as much. She got a pretty little cross. She asked how I remain calm like I'm not bothered. I told her and she left happy. I told her do not pick it. We all left the shop smiling and I'll be back Friday to hold my husband's hand as he gets his second tattoo
Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that.
Face Claim: Sakuya cosplay: Undertaker
Name: Umbra. His name means Shadow in Latin. He was never given a true name, but Death calls him his "Little Shadow" and thus the name came to be.
Physical | Real Age: He appears in his early twenties but he as as old as Death.
Marital Status: Single
Sexual Orientation: Asexual.
Race | Species: Death created him, meaning he has no actual true race | Soul Collector/Fragment of Death.
Occupation: Doll Maker | Undertaker.
Family & Friends:
Umbra considers Death his family.
He also has a little two faced cat named Ja.
His little Doll Collection.
Sitting down for a fine, well prepared meal.
He also enjoys hunting.
Any one or thing that causes harm or damage to one of his Dolls.
A corpse that has set for too long and began to rot.
People trying to interfere with him taking a soul to create a Doll.
Umbra draws his strength from Death. While death and plagues flourish, so does he.
Physically he is much stronger and faster than humans. His senses are also enhanced.
Umbra is also a very fine painter.
When the world is alive and flourishing, Umbra finds he is weaker.
Silver is a huge power inhibitor for him. If used to restrain him it is unlikely he could escape.
He can be killed with Death Scythe.
Powers | Abilities:
Umbra has the ability to choose who can and cannot see him. For the most part humans cannot see him unless they have had a brush with death. When it comes to the Supernatural, older, more powerful species can see him. But with some others he has to allow them to see him before they can.
When it comes to Humans Umbra can see how near the soul is to death. It's like a glimmering light that reflects off their skin, and the closer to death they are the paler the light appears to him. He can sometimes see this in supernaturals depending on their strength.
He has a form of Death Touch. Upon touching someone he can slowly begin to drain their soul and by proxy their life from them. He normally only does this when he's taking a soul to place it into a Doll.
He also has the ability to transfer souls. Though this is tricky and not something he does unless he gains something from it. When he finds a beautiful soul with little time left he creates a Clockwork Doll Frame for them, and by using sage and the thread lines of life he is able to transfer the soul into the Doll.
To say that Umbra has much of a personality is an extreme understatement.
While it is true that he has some form of a personality it is more accurate to say that he is more emotionless and vacant than his dolls. The only two emotions that could ever be recalled from him would be Rage and Love. Two very different emotions.
He loves things that are beautiful, he loves to treasure them and he loves to protect such things from the cold ending of death. He places a very high value on his Little Dolls and will do most anything to keep them happy so long as they are willing to stay at his side until the end of time.
On the other side of his emotion coin is Rage. He expresses and experiences Rage more often than any other emotion. He is often discouraged when things do not go his way or when others make an attempt to get in his way. These are things that are often marks upon his path. When angered he can be one of two variants. He is either vengeful and prepared to exact revenge at any cost or he can be rageful like a child throwing a tantrum.
In a time before time had true measure Death wandered endless through the folds and fabric of space and time. He reaped the souls of the dead and tended to that of the living. But as the world began to evolve and it's masses grew Death began to lose track of souls, and sometimes souls that were left attached to bodies began to rot and fester with the flesh, and dark entities were formed. Poltergeists that plagued and haunted the living.
Death knew that with the ever growing population that he did not have the means to alone collect the souls of the dead. And with that Death carved a piece of flesh from his right arm and molded it into a form. A form that would appear kind and gentle to those who were reaching the end of their lives. A form he called his Little Shadow. He taught this form to tend to the souls of the living, the brighter the soul, the more powerful the harvest. And the more powerful the soul the stronger Death grew.
For many centuries Death's Little Shadow followed without quarrel.
But a time came when Death's Little Shadow began to have curiosities of his own. He didn't understand why Death had to take such beautiful souls and keep them all for himself. He too wanted a Beautiful soul of his own. But Death would not allow such things. Souls needed to be allowed to move on from this world and into the spirit realm where they were meant to live.
His Little Shadow did not understand and though Death was greedy for keeping them all to himself. Taking it upon himself, Death's Little Shadow took his very first soul for himself, transferring it into a little husk of a doll made from braided straw and sage. When Death found out he was enraged. And for the first time he lashed out at his Little Shadow, and struck him with his Scythe. The Immortal Instrument cut his Little Shadow from just above his left eyebrow, down across his nose and cheek. A cut that never heals. Angry that Death had treated him so poorly, the Little Shadow fled the Shadow Realm and returned to the Human Realm.
Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.
Exploitation of the Underground
February 09, 2016, 10:36:pm
Well, I'll be damned. Awesome shot, Jess-O-Lantern. Truly awesome. I'm obligated to ask - and you don't have to answer, or can do so in a private fashion - whether or not this is simply fiction, or the real thing?
Exploitation of the Underground
February 10, 2016, 12:46:pm
Good on Jess for refusing, even if it was a no-brainer. There are some companies like this in the UK I've had the misfortune of dealing with in the past. It would be interesting to know which company it was, but I get why they weren't mentioned.
Exploitation of the Underground
February 10, 2016, 08:49:pm
>Puke Green: So, did you know that over 56% of Americans are now part of the Alternative Culture? Not even close. It is cluttered with beings that do not even understand the words to music etc. How it represents anarchy - certain mindsets and teachings of thinking individually within open-mindedness. Now it is about being into the latest depressed band or sing about who is more self-harming than the other etc. Who can scream the loudest instead of political correctness. Now it is about the girls instead of what is put into the music or said philosophies. Nothing about consisted competitiveness in who has the most tattoos etc. Instead of it having a philosophy behind the structure of metaphor etc. Do not mistaken me for a Goth etc. But I am into the music. But I am still a Geek, but like the music. Sorry if that will change course of thought. >Puke Green: Well 56% of Americans have a tattoo. No, "alternative" is an entity of full view and spectrum of thought into choices of thinking outside boundaries etc. So now every tattoo with meaningless thoughts or choices of no metaphor and invested non-creativeness through just 'looking' like the crowd? Is alternative >Puke Green: Not according to our statistics. Also, we base it on how many people have unnatural hair color, and unnatural piercings. Great. Market terms. The terms of marketing is now what they use. As if copyrighting a human being for It's nature is up for auction. In a way of humans and their statuses add value to their being. And who cares for the businesses that think about customers and their well beings. Like In Time. As if capitalism comes in and says, "We are mandating your being as a competitor in our race to take the Nation, and our hierarchy owns any belongings to your body, and is now a currency for your value." >Me: What are “natural” piercings?! Regardless, those are also inconsistent with alternative culture. I’ve never dyed my hair, I don’t have any piercings, or tattoos. That goes completely against your marketing statistic. Just what I am wondering. No one cares about thought into things and metaphor for life means anymore. >Me: Yes, very. For most of my life. The punk and hardcore music scene, alternative fashion, underground performance art, the whole lot. (Pause….) Are YOU familiar with Alternative culture? That is what I say: Do what interests you and, not what is said your supposed to do - unlock your potentials and become, your individual-self. >Puke Green: Well……..no. But I don’t have to be. I hire people who are, so I don’t have to be. Just another mediocre mechanical work slave saying, "I'm better than you. I made my rank in the numerical system of the powerful and pathetic of life. And my agreement got me there. Individuality is not on my list." So now, just being into something is just buying and not investing time into your work, or not going into reading what you are in or making something out of yourself as a human being, and being yourself and being...you. Now an object with a sign on yourself: owned. >Me: Wait, so you’re saying you don’t have to have an understanding of your target audience, or any invested interest in the culture your representing? My thought exactly. >Puke Green: Well….not really no. Because like I said, I hire people who care about this stuff. I don’t have to. Great, anyone working for that company is a fucking sell-out or ignorant. >Me: But if you’re career is centered around something you don’t have any slight interest in, how do you find joy in it Forget it, I've written this far, I am too lazy to finish this bit. I've used all my read words I could.