Ilska
From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
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| Ilska | |
| Player: @Drinx | |
| Origin: | Magic |
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| Archetype: | Brute |
| Threat Level: | 50 |
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| Real Name: | Eric Cook/Scott Ross |
| Known Aliases: | Ils, Janitor, Ska etc |
| Species: | Human |
| Age: | Looks to be in his late 20s |
| Height: | Unknown |
| Weight: | Unknown |
| Eye Color: | Blue |
| Hair Color: | White/Blue |
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| Nationality: | Unknown |
| Occupation: | Eater of people |
| Place of Birth: | Unknown |
| Base of Operations: | Sharkhead Isle |
| Marital Status: | Unknown |
| Known Relatives: | Unknown |
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| Dark Melee/Super Reflexes | |
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((This page really needs an update...))
"Monster... People fear what they don't understand. Can't say that I blame them though. To me they are but the main course on the dinner table called The Rogue Isles. Sure I guess I could find and alternative food source. Cows, pigs, rats... But you know what? Hunting is so much more fun when your pray knows that they are about to die, or even better, fights back. I wasn't always like this though. I used to be like them, and when I felt deaths cold embrace, I screamed aswell..."
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Background
The Man I Used to Be
Once upon a time in America there was a young blue eyed boy named Eric Cook. His biggest idol was Hero 1. When Eric grew up he was going to be just like his favorite hero. Life doesn't always turn out like you want it to though.
I was 14 when cancer took my mother. My father started drinking to numb the pain of his loss. He'd get violent and angry which usually ended in him taking out his frustrations on me. He'd beat me untill i could hardly stand. He was a real asshole. Which reminds me, I should pay him a visit. Anyway, needless to say I wasn't very happy living with my old man. By the time I was 18 I have had enough. One evening when dad had passed out infront of the tv like he always would, I packed a bag, stole his wallet and left the Kings Row appartment that had been my home for the past 4 years.Can't really say I had a plan in mind but I damn well couldn't stay in that shithole anymore. I ended up in Brickstown. Got myself a shitty appartment of my own. Money was hard to come by. I never landed any good jobs so I got what I needed by snatching purses from old ladies. Not very glorious I know, but what are you gonna do right?
A few years passed and my career as a small time criminal kept a roof over my head and food in my belly. But I wanted more. I thought that maybe if I had just a little more money I could leave this town and this life behind me. I was right. About leaving this life behind me anyway.
I think I stood outside the bank for about an hour before I could gather enough courage to follow through with my poorly planned heist. I rushed inside, pistol in hand. I held it up and pulled the trigger. Bang! It was loaded with blanks but the patrons and bank tellers didn't know that. I ran over to the closest counter and shoved a bag in the tellers face. "Fill it!" I yelled while pointing the gun at his head. He looked so scared. But he did as I asked and filled the bag and handed it back to me. I ripped it from his hands and ran for the door. My heart was racing, and as I exited the bank I could hear the alarm go off. My moped, yeah it seems stupid to me too now, was parked on the other side of the street. As I dashed towards it I took one look back at the bank. Thats when it hit me. The prison bus carrying prisoners to the Zig. I remember the impact. It hurt. Then everything went black...
Breakfast is the Most Important Meal of the Day
It wasn't how I had pictured it, the afterlife. No fluffy clouds, no naked women greeting me and giving me wings. Not even fire, brimstone and little red imps poking me with pitchforks. Just silence, darkness. Like I was floating on and invisible river. I tried to scream but I couldn't make a sound. Maybe I took a wrong turn somewhere. What ever that place was it felt like I was there for an eternity. Drifting through nothingness. Then I heard her. A woman. Very faint at first. She was mumbling something that sounded like a chant. Suddenly a bright blue light hit me and I felt like I was pulled towards the womans voice. "Scott? Scott?" My first thought was "Who the hell is Scott?" Then I remember pain, like a thousand claws ripping me apart. I heard someone screaming. I soon realized it was it was me.
My eyes opened and i found myself laying naked on a table surrounded by candles. As the pain rushed through my body i rolled off table and fell to the floor. It was cold and hard. I stumbled to my feet and looked around the room. In the dim candle light I could see a woman standing pressed against the wall. She looked at me with fear in her eyes. "Who are you?!" I yelled. The voice that came out of my mouth was unfamiliar.
"What have you done to me!?" I looked down on my body. It was foreign to me. I was covered with multiple scars, like I had been stiched together. My skin was dark, almost black. My hands emitted what looked like blue flames. I looked back up at the woman.
"Y-Your not Scott!" She screamed and stepped away from the wall.
"No shit!" I growled back at her. The pain still rushing through my body. I was angry.
"W-What have I done?" She was trembling. "You shouldn't be... I will send you back to where you came from." She raised her hand into the air and flames shot from her fingertips, a second later they covered her hand.
"I-I'm sorry!" With a flick of her wrist a ball of fire came flying at me. Instinctively my body reacted and easily dodged it. Before she had time to blink I had jumped across the table and leaped towards her. She hastily sent another ball of fire against me and it hit my chest. I could feel the heat, but it was to late. I had built up enough momentum to not be stopped by such a meager attack. As I landed infront of her I readied a punch at her chest. In the corner of my eye I could see the blue flames around my fist turn into what looked like thick black smoke. I didn't have time to contemplate why though. The attack connected and hit her chest with a crunching sound as it broke through her ribcage. She exhaled and her arms fell limp on my shoulders, almost as if she was embracing me. I looked into her blue eyes as the life left her body. It's funny, she almost seemed happy. I pushed her away and her lifeless body hit the floor.
I looked around the room trying to figure out were I was. There wasnt much to look at. The table I had woken up on surrounded by candles in the center of the room, and in the corner stood a crude bed and a digital alarm clock. "5:43 AM, I wonder what day it is?" Was the last thing I remember thinking before it happened. My body started shaking violently and the pain from my rude awakening came back with a vengeance. I closed my eyes hard and fell to my knees. I lost control for a moment. When I opened my eyes again I was leaning over the body of the woman I had just killed. As I looked at her a sudden urge filled my body. What I think was instinct took over and I quickly leaned down and sunk my teeth into the still warm skin on her neck. Like a wild animal I ripped pieces of flesh from her body. It tasted sweet, and I was enjoying every minute of it. Every mouthful I swallowed gave some strength back and the pain gradually vanished.
My mother always said breakfast was the most important meal of the day... I don't think this was what she had in mind though...
Scott and Eva Ross
I opened my eyes and the first thing i saw was the alarm clock. 03:12 PM. It would seem I had fallen asleep after the horrible act of cannibalism I had performed. A few feet away from me lay the ragged corpse of my victim. I felt disgusted, at the sight of the body and in myself. I got up off the floor and fetched a blanket from the bed in the corner and placed it over the body of the woman. I stood above her for a while and looked down on the blanket as it turned red with her blood. I felt abit sad for her. Why, I don't really know. She attacked me after all. I was only defending myself. And filling my stomach.. I shook my head trying to rid myself of these thoughts. First things first. I was naked and I wanted answers. While searching the room I found some clothes in a suitcase stashed under the bed. A t-shirt, sneakers, some jeans and a trench coat. They fit perfectly.
I started searching the room for clues about what the woman had done to me. It didn't take long before I found the notebook on the floor next to the table where I had woken up. It would seem it was a diary. I opened it and the first page was signed "Eva Ross". I looked over at the blanket covering the woman on the floor, then continued flipping through the pages. It would seem the late Eva was a magician. And not bunnies in hats kind. From what I could gather she had specialized in fire spells and was using her powers to fight crime in Paragon City together with her husband Scott. Scott, it would seem, was a mutant with the ability to sense danger around him, dodge bullets and move quicker than any normal man.
As I continued to read I learned that Scott had lost his life during a mission to find and arrest the leader of a small Council base. They had been overrun by warwolves and Scott had fought bravely trying to protect his wife. He was successful in stalling them long enough for his wife to escape. It cost him his life. Eva, refusing to believe he was dead went back to the base the next day only to find his broken body surrounded by the bodies of multiple warwolves and council soldiers. Stricken with grief she dragged him back home to Paragon City. She pleaded with M.A.G.I to help her bring him back to life. They refused saying his soul had likely already passed over to the other side.
This was all I could learn for certain, the rest of the diary was very vague. The following pages contained notes about boat rental, maps of the Rogue Isles, scribbles about raising the dead and binding the souls of the departed to a body. Between the last pages of the diary I found a stack of what I believe was pages from an old book written in a language I couldn't understand, and a photograph of the woman on the floor and a man. They looked happy. On the back of the photograph "A lovely day with Scott" was written. I closed the diary, put it in my coat pocket and headed towards the door..
The Monster I've Become
((Work in Progress))
Goals & Motivations
He is currently searching for ways to better control his powers, instead of having them go off on their own. And maybe find an answer to why he hungers for human flesh.
Powers
His fighting style mostly resembles that of a street fighter, throwing punches and cheap shots when possible. The kicker is that whenever he takes hostile action he taps into the Netherworld and his fists get wrapped in negative energy adding an extra "ompfh" to his punches. This is not done intentionally but is instead triggered by his killing intent, and the angrier he gets the more energy is added to his fists.
Weaknesses
When his superior reflexes fail him and he gets hit, he still feels pain. Maybe not as much as a normal living person, but his body handles damage like any living body, healing it overtime. Destroying his head will sever his soul from the body successfully killing him.
He needs to eat raw human flesh atleast once every two weeks or he will die of starvation. This period can be extended by eating raw animal meat. Doing this for to long will eventually make him very sick. He's not sure how long he can survive by doing this, and he's not really interested in finding out either.
He also has a weakness for peaches. Yes peaches! This soft juicy fruit makes him hurl like never before and if he eats to much he can stay sick for days.
Personality
Rude...
Quirks
Ilska has an obsession for weird costumes and will take any opportunity to scavenge/buy/trade for new parts or complete sets. His collection is quite extensive.
He also has a fondness for cats and can often be seen petting, feeding and talking to various strays he comes across. As for catgirls he has a hard time deciding if he should pet them or eat them..
Affiliations
Joined with the Devil's Night Syndicate after meeting Threshold who offered him a chance to "eat the world".
