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character (c) Silent-Duck
art (c) DoctorCritical

Name: Naakdosil - Consumer of souls
Gender: Male
Age: 239 (Immortal)
Height: 6’5 at shoulder
Length: 6’8 without tail, 12’7 with tail. (Tail is 5’11 long)
Species: Psychosis Canine
Abilities: ➢ Drools black ink that has a deadly aroma and touch. (Used only when in certain moods) ➢ Inhales or eats the souls of the people he kills. Their insanity add to his. ➢ He uses dragon shouts ( ;u; )
Siblings: HA nope
Parents: None, is born out of depression or when the world is feeling burdened. Comes to “cleanse” the world and bring those who are causing whatever it may be to hell. He also does often sweeps of murders and other crazy people.
Offspring: None. He’s forever alone... literally
Personality: He's a cocky asshole, very sarcastic and insults others. He's basically a god of death and horror and see's everyone and everything his play toy. He's "caring" towards souls who pray to him and worship him. He used them as his vessel. He looks pretty self explanatory
Likes: Insane People, the crazier the better. Death, his papa hurhur
Dislikes: Little kids, cuteness, optimistic people.

Helpful Info On Naak:
➢ Blood is black
➢ Speaks Dovahzul -Dragon Voice(From skyrim, guys I’m so addicted its a part of my OC)
➢ Is psychotic, mentally unstable
➢ Likes to mess with people.
➢ His head is almost always tilted
➢ Likes to get kills over with, unless he’s having fun
➢ Rib cage brightens and glows stronger when he inhales and does the opposite to when he exhales.
➢ He can and will outrun you so... don’t try to run.
➢ He can reach up to 65 miles per hour and maintain that speed for a good 15 min.
➢ He also uses his dragon shouts to kill people (ee ;u; )
➢ Rib cage:
➢ Rib cage brightens and glows stronger when he inhales and does the opposite to when he exhales.
➢ Soul light swirls inside the rib cage
➢ Emits a somewhat strong glow at night
➢FUN FACT: If you are insane or suffering from a mental disorder that requires pills or hospitalizing, then you are in luck becuase if you have that, you can see his breath and you can see his soul being on fire, burning black. You can also see his claws, tail spear, and horns dripping with his black blood. If you see this, he will consume your soul to add to his instability.

History: 239 years ago, the revolutionary war started. With all the death and hatred, it caused a new spark of energy to hit the countries hard. It was becoming too harsh. The hate gave way to depression. The depression pooled and proliferated in the cracks and corners of peoples thoughts, turning life into burden. Death had not enough time to control who was going to hell and who not. Most would end up in the wrong place. As death became angered he took some of his own anger, insanity and a bit of the worlds depression and conjured a nightmare to mankind. Pouring the black substance of his future companion onto the ground. It bubbled and rose, taking shape of a large canine, much to big to be earthly. Tall muscular legs former, equipped with pocket knife sized claws. A thin body came into shape with five slits in each side being as they were his “ribs” from the body sprouted a sturdy neck and from that a thick skull. His teeth extended out, oddly they were black, the same color of his claws. After the head was formed, his tail snuck out of his behind, at the end was a sharp blade with a complicated design to it. The creature fell to the ground when done sprouting fur, Death picked up his creation proudly. Something was wrong, he wasn’t moving. Death thought as to what he could add to make his nightmare complete. Death took the soul of a dragon that he had kept tucked away. Death poured the fierce soul into the mouth of his companion, a flash exploded from the rib cage and soon, the rib cage was glowing with a white light. That wasn’t all though, black horns sprouted from behind his ears and his eyes glared levely with death as they filled with the same white substance that now filled his chest. What a beautiful creation to carry out the duties of death on earth, killing bad souls, murdering the insane and of course, feeing of the weak and depressed.

I'M NOT GOOD WITH STORIES FORGIVE ME

ART OF NAAKDOSIL:

Description
character (c) Silent-Duck
art (c) DoctorCritical

Name: Naakdosil - Consumer of souls
Gender: Male
Age: 239 (Immortal)
Height: 6’5 at shoulder
Length: 6’8 without tail, 12’7 with tail. (Tail is 5’11 long)
Species: Psychosis Canine
Abilities: ➢ Drools black ink that has a deadly aroma and touch. (Used only when in certain moods) ➢ Inhales or eats the souls of the people he kills. Their insanity add to his. ➢ He uses dragon shouts ( ;u; )
Siblings: HA nope
Parents: None, is born out of depression or when the world is feeling burdened. Comes to “cleanse” the world and bring those who are causing whatever it may be to hell. He also does often sweeps of murders and other crazy people.
Offspring: None. He’s forever alone... literally
Personality: He's a cocky asshole, very sarcastic and insults others. He's basically a god of death and horror and see's everyone and everything his play toy. He's "caring" towards souls who pray to him and worship him. He used them as his vessel. He looks pretty self explanatory
Likes: Insane People, the crazier the better. Death, his papa hurhur
Dislikes: Little kids, cuteness, optimistic people.

Helpful Info On Naak:
➢ Blood is black
➢ Speaks Dovahzul -Dragon Voice(From skyrim, guys I’m so addicted its a part of my OC)
➢ Is psychotic, mentally unstable
➢ Likes to mess with people.
➢ His head is almost always tilted
➢ Likes to get kills over with, unless he’s having fun
➢ Rib cage brightens and glows stronger when he inhales and does the opposite to when he exhales.
➢ He can and will outrun you so... don’t try to run.
➢ He can reach up to 65 miles per hour and maintain that speed for a good 15 min.
➢ He also uses his dragon shouts to kill people (ee ;u; )
➢ Rib cage:
➢ Rib cage brightens and glows stronger when he inhales and does the opposite to when he exhales.
➢ Soul light swirls inside the rib cage
➢ Emits a somewhat strong glow at night
➢FUN FACT: If you are insane or suffering from a mental disorder that requires pills or hospitalizing, then you are in luck becuase if you have that, you can see his breath and you can see his soul being on fire, burning black. You can also see his claws, tail spear, and horns dripping with his black blood. If you see this, he will consume your soul to add to his instability.

History: 239 years ago, the revolutionary war started. With all the death and hatred, it caused a new spark of energy to hit the countries hard. It was becoming too harsh. The hate gave way to depression. The depression pooled and proliferated in the cracks and corners of peoples thoughts, turning life into burden. Death had not enough time to control who was going to hell and who not. Most would end up in the wrong place. As death became angered he took some of his own anger, insanity and a bit of the worlds depression and conjured a nightmare to mankind. Pouring the black substance of his future companion onto the ground. It bubbled and rose, taking shape of a large canine, much to big to be earthly. Tall muscular legs former, equipped with pocket knife sized claws. A thin body came into shape with five slits in each side being as they were his “ribs” from the body sprouted a sturdy neck and from that a thick skull. His teeth extended out, oddly they were black, the same color of his claws. After the head was formed, his tail snuck out of his behind, at the end was a sharp blade with a complicated design to it. The creature fell to the ground when done sprouting fur, Death picked up his creation proudly. Something was wrong, he wasn’t moving. Death thought as to what he could add to make his nightmare complete. Death took the soul of a dragon that he had kept tucked away. Death poured the fierce soul into the mouth of his companion, a flash exploded from the rib cage and soon, the rib cage was glowing with a white light. That wasn’t all though, black horns sprouted from behind his ears and his eyes glared levely with death as they filled with the same white substance that now filled his chest. What a beautiful creation to carry out the duties of death on earth, killing bad souls, murdering the insane and of course, feeing of the weak and depressed.

I'M NOT GOOD WITH STORIES FORGIVE ME

ART OF NAAKDOSIL: