Post by pseudo on May 14, 2015 20:52:01 GMT
BIO:
THE MOTHER
The forests need a mother
To tuck them in at night
And so they crafted one
A forest's guiding light
The mother wants to kill
The mother want you dead
There's no way to resist
She lives inside your head
Sleep tight, my son, and know
That I will do my best
Protection, I can't give you
But I can give you death
PERSONALITY:
Her cheeks are rosy and her heart delights
The music takes her cares and scatters all
There's merriment in everyone in sight,
Drink merriment and from the world withdraw
She sips her drink, and darkness clouds her mind
She stumbles, mumbles, crumbles to the floor
It's taste is odd, but taste far left behind
She's picked up, carried, held, and nothing more.
Another daughter, for the mother found.
Another slave in mental chains is bound.
POWERS:
Superior Mind Control + Area Effect (5)
The taste of nightshade on the tongue
Brings all men to their knees alike
It bites at brain stems old and young
And makes them all the perfect type
To knead to mold and to obey
The light will make us all belong
Until, of course, the end of day
The moon will silence nature's song.
She'll make you clean, she'll make you fix
She'll make you build and build and build
The mother's bidding always sticks.
She'll make you kill and kill and kill.
So drink, my child, there's much to do.
And don't pretend you have a choice
The Mother's sick, and she needs you.
Join up with us, and then, rejoice.
Standard Invisibility (2)
Corpses Disappear
The cemetery's empty
Someone needs them more
Superior Disintegration (4)
The work of a henchman is never quite done
The work of a henchman is just to be one
When the mother has orders, the henchman obeys
No leaving, no quitting, the henchman must stay
Bring bodies to sleep the forests below
The roots of the trees need the bodies to grow
Tell no one, say nothing. Your secrecy counts
And you'll likely be next if she ever finds out.
So, bring children, bring women, bring all that you can.
The trees are so hungry, they hardly can stand.
They'll munch and they'll crunch and they'll eat through your bones
And the river, down thither, will run red over stones
It disgusts you, you say? Well that's hardly surprising,
The weak have no stomachs. Tonight, you'll be dying.
Standard Energy Body + Area Effect
Touching the cool bark
Hugging the big tree
Everything is one. And knowing that, is knowing everything.
Melting into herself
O, sweet ecstasy of true being
The forests needed a mother, and she's here now
Huddled within the xylem
Entombed inside the wood
Reunited with her child
The Mother