Achromasia has a minion!

DeathWalker the Bonedancer

Legacy Name: Achromasia

The Graveyard Mahar
Owner: Alphys

Age: 11 years

Born: October 22nd, 2009

Adopted: 11 years ago (Legacy)

Adopted: October 22nd, 2009 (Legacy)

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April 21st, 2010


  • Level: 6
  • Strength: 10
  • Defense: 10
  • Speed: 10
  • Health: 10
  • HP: 10/10
  • Intelligence: 0
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed

Nothing satisfies me but your soul ...

Name: Achromasia or Achro
Pronunciation: Ak-row-mass-ee-ah
Age: Unknown
Sex: Male
Orientation: None
Achromasia is a technical term for Albinism.

"A thousand fearful images and dire suggestions glance along the mind when it is moody and discontented with itself. Command them to stand and show themselves, and you presently assert the power of reason over imagination."

-Sir Walter Scott

"O, Death"

O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over til another year
Well what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands takin' hold of me
Well I am death, none can excel
I'll open the door to heaven or hell
Whoa, death someone would pray
Could you wait to call me another day
The children prayed, the preacher preached
Time and mercy is out of your reach
I'll fix your feet til you cant walk
I'll lock your jaw til you cant talk
I'll close your eyes so you can't see
This very air, come and go with me
I'm death I come to take the soul
Leave the body and leave it cold
To draw up the flesh off of the frame
Dirt and worm both have a claim
O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over til another year
My mother came to my bed
Placed a cold towel upon my head
My head is warm my feet are cold
Death is a-movin upon my soul
Oh, death how you're treatin' me
You've close my eyes so I can't see
Well you're hurtin' my body
You make me cold
You run my life right outta my soul
Oh death please consider my age
Please don't take me at this stage
My wealth is all at your command
If you will move your icy hand
Oh the young, the rich or poor
Hunger like me you know
No wealth, no ruin, no silver no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
O, death
O, death
Wont you spare me over til another year

Ralph Stanley

our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we often might win, by fearing to attempt ..

O, Death, It takes a lot to anger death.
But Achromasia, in the midst of his pride and paranoia, somehow managed to.
Once, very long ago, Achro was fully alive. He was whole and functional, a living, breathing part of this world. However, the beast we know as paranoia watched him like a hawk. He became nearly constantly afraid, and his paranoia made him utterly detestable.

Well what is this that I can't see, With ice cold hands takin' hold of me?

He became a slave to the dark art of voodoo, hoping that learning black magic would fend off his supposed enemies.

And it worked.

For a while.
When his paranoia became the monster that fueled murder and torture, the Gods refused to turn a blind eye. They watched him, and waited.

The day finally came when he decided to play God, and to create, even after all that he had destroyed. However, it was not his place to play God. The Gods sent Achro’s oldest and most horrifying enemy: Death.

Well I am death, none can excel I'll open the door to heaven or hell.

Death tore out his eyes, broke his limbs, and gave him a most terrible gift.

In place of his natural eyes, he was given nearly a dozen. None of them function, none of them so much as see around or ahead of him. All the eyes can see are lies, and everything that Achro has ever feared.

Eventually, he succumbed to insanity, and remains a testament to the fear that eats at the soul and the paranoia that haunts us in the night.

O, Death, Won't you spare me over ‘til another year?

No one to blame but myself ..

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