Poor Disadvantaged
Vezok, the Beast
“He’s a small one,” the blue Piraka muttered.
“Might have to throw him back.”
Volatile, Relentless, Afflicted;
Once an expert marauder renowned for his cunning, everything was torn away from him by the Spear of Fusion – only the beast remained.
Though he retained his harpoon, Impact Vision, power absorption and heightened agility, Vezok now relies on instinct, striking hard and fast with the desperate fury of a wounded animal.
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[ Hakann, the Explosive ] [ old version ]
[ Vezon, the Disaster (Spear) ] [ (Scythe) ]
[ Toa Kongu, the Wrangler ] [ old version ]
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Vezok's (somewhat tragic) backstory gave me lots to work with!
His missing leg, hand, eye and teeth are meant to show physical loss from that incident, while introducing a pirate theme I was happy to double down on!
To distinguish him from the other Piraka I also added a larger tail, horns, and more animalistic proportions befitting 'The Beast'.
More photos are available on my:
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“What’s the matter?” Hakann said, smiling. “Afraid I’ll get rid of you so there’s one less to share the loot with? Actually, come to think of it, that’s not a bad –”
A bolt of energy shot from the point of the spear, striking Vezok. Startled, Hakann dropped the weapon.
Vezok screamed. His body felt like it was being torn in two, reassembled, and then ripped apart again. He fell to the floor in agony. The other Piraka stood and watched, not sure what to do or whether they wanted to be bothered to help.
In the time it takes a heartlight to flash once, it was over.
Vezok lay on the ground, groaning.
And beside him, another being was rising to its feet. He had not been there a second ago, but now he stood and looked down at Vezok with contempt.
“Get up,” he said.
“If I can, you can – after all, I am you and you are me, and won’t that be interesting? Of course, it would be easier if there were just one of us… maybe I should die? No, no, I have that wrong – maybe you should die.”
Vezok’s eyes flared to life. Thok met them and saw immediately that his fellow Piraka had changed.
Gone was the cold intelligence that had kept Vezok alive all these years, replaced by white-hot anger. (...)
Vezok, the Beast
“He’s a small one,” the blue Piraka muttered.
“Might have to throw him back.”
Volatile, Relentless, Afflicted;
Once an expert marauder renowned for his cunning, everything was torn away from him by the Spear of Fusion – only the beast remained.
Though he retained his harpoon, Impact Vision, power absorption and heightened agility, Vezok now relies on instinct, striking hard and fast with the desperate fury of a wounded animal.
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[ Hakann, the Explosive ] [ old version ]
[ Vezon, the Disaster (Spear) ] [ (Scythe) ]
[ Toa Kongu, the Wrangler ] [ old version ]
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Vezok's (somewhat tragic) backstory gave me lots to work with!
His missing leg, hand, eye and teeth are meant to show physical loss from that incident, while introducing a pirate theme I was happy to double down on!
To distinguish him from the other Piraka I also added a larger tail, horns, and more animalistic proportions befitting 'The Beast'.
More photos are available on my:
____________________________
“What’s the matter?” Hakann said, smiling. “Afraid I’ll get rid of you so there’s one less to share the loot with? Actually, come to think of it, that’s not a bad –”
A bolt of energy shot from the point of the spear, striking Vezok. Startled, Hakann dropped the weapon.
Vezok screamed. His body felt like it was being torn in two, reassembled, and then ripped apart again. He fell to the floor in agony. The other Piraka stood and watched, not sure what to do or whether they wanted to be bothered to help.
In the time it takes a heartlight to flash once, it was over.
Vezok lay on the ground, groaning.
And beside him, another being was rising to its feet. He had not been there a second ago, but now he stood and looked down at Vezok with contempt.
“Get up,” he said.
“If I can, you can – after all, I am you and you are me, and won’t that be interesting? Of course, it would be easier if there were just one of us… maybe I should die? No, no, I have that wrong – maybe you should die.”
Vezok’s eyes flared to life. Thok met them and saw immediately that his fellow Piraka had changed.
Gone was the cold intelligence that had kept Vezok alive all these years, replaced by white-hot anger. (...)