Skoll

[I L Y I C H]

Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

The old stories tell of a pair of brothers, opposite in all there ways. Hati the black brother who used his red eyes to chase the moon and stars at night. Skoll the white brother who uses his blue eyes to attract the sun to the morning sky. Opposites as they were the brothers were two in the same despite themselves. Both gave up the light in their otherwise dark lands when the time came. Yet Hati was jealous of his prize, and as the moon waxed and waned so Hati only let so much leave him. Skoll was the warm brother who released his prize to the sky day in and day out who only relented when Hati convinced him of his stupidity. Yet the brothers continued their duties, and they continue them still if stories are things to be believed.


Well Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
And she broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

True Name: Test subject #27

New Name: Skoll

Reason for New Name: The name Dio provided him.

Gender: Male

Species: Spirit : higher power : Folami


Well baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew ya
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah


Apperance:
Huge in simple terms. Gargantuine. A monster. His pelt of white ripples off of his skin. It clings to him and curls around his body. Thick and wiry it is more like wool then fur. Its pureness is a falicty, the shade a sickly color of white. Two orbs of perfect blue shines forth from the bleached perfection. His strong face glows with hidden potential. Its triangular completness glowing with it. His body is long and muscled with wiry runners strength instead of the developed power of the current Folami. As the genetics research had given them stronger muscles over time it had also made them slighlty smaller. Skoll's head stands taller then most Folami, and hovers over even some tiger ear's.


Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do you?
And remember when I moved in you?
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah


Personality:

• Loud
  
• Brash
  
• Uncertain
  
• Anxious
  
• Restless
  
• Guilty
  
• Devoted
  
• Curious
  
• Intelligent
  
• Strategist
  
• Stubborn
  
• Jokester
  
• Proud
  
• Empathetic
  
• Rash
  
• Impulsive
  
• Truthful
  
• Resilient
  
• Impatient
  
• Sarcastic
  
• Sharp tongued
  
• Unintentionally cruel
  
• Blunt
  
• Single-minded
  
• Poor multi-tasker
  
• Hero complex (must save everyone)
  
• Highly Loyal
  
• Morbid
  
• Humorous
  
• Loving
  
• Touchy
  
• Generally reliable
  
• Passionate
  
• Demanding
  
• Crass
  

Well maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who'd OUT DREW YA
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah


History:
He was the begining. The first male produced amongst the constant females. Female genes are far easier to create, and he was seen as a new breed. A new leap forward. But they could not just let him live in his amazing state. Nor could they just train him- no they must test him. Must make sure he is perfect. And in their testing they tormented his very soul. Survival testing. They caged him in a desert, wanting to see how long he could last without loosing his mind in dehydration. They set him in the snow to see how long he could stand without his limbs dying of numbness. They drowned him and revived him. Strained his muscles and teased his mind free of its sanity. He huddled in the black abyss life had become, and yet he flung his soul forth every day. It was the early days, the days when Folami still held their own hearts closest. Man did not hold total control over them. And test subject 27 sent his music into the air, telling all thoes around him that he would still pray for them. That he #27 still had his soul and still loved them all.

He tried so hard not to hate them, so very hard. But he was broken and he fell to the human's level. He learned to hate, and so became less then animal. He became man. #27 shuddered in his terror. But as he lay, dreading the shortening days, staring into the darkness that would be his death he came to accept. He was dead, dead in his own right. And so he would die. But he refused to die a siners death. Broken and defeated the white male curled himself into a ball and revoked all his demons. He dropped his hate and forced calm understanding into his mind. And as he died, the blackness of the world crashing down on him he forced his eyes to see a pin point of light.

He was rewarded for his bravery. In the darkness light shone and a bieng stepped forth. He was rewarded for his passion. He was given a second chance, a path to follow. Dio told him to change the future. And with a grit only a sinning saint could command the man stepped forth. White snout lifted to the sky he raised himself to the sun.