[imported_ScareCrow]

Everyone needs a little bit of dread... some fear... chaos... even death..
But horror is something that even the pure and innocent can't overcome...

It all started in the heavens.. where the holy God Vulcano had just overthrown Zeus... the reason the Greeks have mythology... Lord Vulcano was a demon.. a vicious cruel serpant... but in real form.. Vulcano was a pigment.. he was a Dark.. Cruel.. cannabal...! He grew off of the body of souls of any living or dead organism. Lord Vulcano looked so torn that his people would just refer to him as "The Shadow". Vulcanos powers were unmatchable by any force.. he had heard of others with great powers but never as great as his own.
Vulcano had started his wrath by beheading all of the Ex-Lord Zeus' men... He started with Hermes.. whom was the first to be replaced... Then worked farther down the list... Apollo.. Athena... Hera.. Lito.. All of them... But The Lord Vulcano started to become unstable after consuming so much immortal blood.. He started an army.. The first of his minions were his guards.. his assasins if you may.. He named them as evil gods, evil guards.. forever sinners.. They were his two sons... strong, quick.. just as evil and insane as their father.. the Lord was. He had named them as his black heart forced him too.. Scarecrow and Silverwolf... The dominent of their species.. not man.. not alien.. not vampire nor werewolf.. they were what the Latin called.. τέρας or as you may know them... Zombie.
Scarecrow and Silverwolf went on to battle the forces as their father had ordered them to do... at first it was relentless.. They would destroy entire armies single handedly.. The Vampires.. The Humans.. The Undead.. The Ministries.. It didnt matter what race or what species.. they were no match for Lord Vulcanos sons scourge. Chaos was created all over.. LIving off the body parts and bones of their victims... eating until they were simply too full to eat anymore.. Theyre bodys were black like the night-time... but they seemed bright like northern lights.. thats what made them dangerous.. they were attractive to most....
In the attempt to take over Feluccia, The Dark Lord fell to the likes of Taran.. a ruler of this world that they called Feluccia.. a sort of "good" if you may.. The battle was fierce and unexpected.. it happened while Scarecrow and Silverwolf were fighting to take over another alien existance.. Taran unleashed his minions on the Lord.. Hate.. Eru.. Shade, Jackal, Ginz..Tiesto.. Muto.. all summoned theyre hellacious Flamestrike powers on the Lord all at once and removed his Magic Reflections to destroy the evil Lord... This story was never spoken about again...
They had banished the Lords Soul in the basement of the ministry deep in the grounds of Britain where it was made certain that no killer.. murderer or Zombie would ever accomplish setting him free... mainly his sons...
Scarecrow and Silverwolf felt the defeat.. Vulcano possessed them both to avenge him... avenge what he had believe in.. the violence.. the grunting... the blood, the gore.. the hate... the betrayal.. the ruling of Feluccia.
They were bound by theyre fathers remains.. Golden Yellow colored Death Shrouds to represent theyre fathers power and their night black skin as for them being the UNDEAD!
Scarecrow and Silverwolf had vowed to start a nation...a family.. a Prototype.
They re-created the evil family from once upon a time.. but with more power and more blood-thirst.. They had met Technique deep in the heart of Magincia when they had arrived to earth and BITE HIM.. the yellow venom seeped into Techniques skin to transform him into one of the Zombies just to see if theyre power of transformation could spread.. it did in fact.. and how lucky they were because they had chosen one of the Darkest of his world.. he became a Zombie as well.. Technique and went satanic for a long while and killed whatever he could until he learned to control his blood-thirst and power.. he then gave this to his brother Ludakrishna whom also became of the same villainous race and the same had happened to Kute and AptaR..
THe group started to expand.. biting whomever they had "chosen" to become a Prototype of theyre fathers wrath of vengence.. They ate legs.. arms... heads... torso... anything drenched in blood... and they were feared by all.. they were evil in the dark flesh.. they made war.. they started an eternal battle for life and death.. no mercy to no one.. until they control the world of Feluccia.

*Items are very easy to see in story..
Black Skin Hue..
Mirak Death Shroud

RP:
Eating every piece of body we see (Always cutting bodies to eat)
Grunting and moaning while we talk, language is sometimes broiken and interupted by satanic noises.
Blood-Thirst.. always wanting to kill and backstabb


Thank you,

Scarecrow [Prototype].