So, I decided to get a commission of Argus sorta showing off his two sides. Poor guy has to constantly deal with that nameless fiend, its voice always whispering in the back of his mind, always teasing and mocking him, biding its time for those moments when it can ravage what surrounds it with him as the puppet. Argus has various ways of keeping himself in control, be it through meditation(which often involves sparring), some sort of substance(such as the cigar he has yet to light), or enchanted wards be buys weekly from Baird.

Argus Stonetalon is owned by  Chaos-Dragon

Art done by  Toros



Now then, let's see how well I can write something for this...


Argus gave a relaxed sigh as he stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel from the rack and beginning to dry his long hair. Nothing helped to wind down from a long sparring session quite like a hot shower, even one as brief as he usually took his. He took a small metal-bristled brush from a cup that hung from the rack and approached the mirror, intending to scrape clean the small rock-like bone protrusions on his face when he noticed the small iron ward he usually kept hanging from a nail beside the mirror. the metal was heavily corroded and rusty, almost as if it were found from an ancient ruin, in spite of being placed there only two days prior. It had been given a minor enchantment of minor demon repulsion, intended to help him control the one currently possessing him, but its constant presence always made short work of them. He was hit by a wave of nausea shorty after noticing the useless ward, this particular feeling all too familiar to him as he closed his eyes and leaned against the sink.

When he opened his eyes he was met wish a twisted reflection of himself in the mirror, the image showing how the demon chose to represent itself to him. Seems you need another pretty pendant to hang there, that one appears ruined. The demon whispered in his head in a mocking tone, always finding amusement in Argus' attempts to remove or subdue its presence. Why do you still resist? You know it would be so much easier to give in to your desire for my power, it was what you had begged for, after all... Argus scowled at the reminder of that day, years back when a meditation hike through the mountains took a turn for the worse with the appearance of a large stone golem. Due to the energies that animated it, his talent for manipulating earth would not work directly on it, and it insisted on making sure he couldn't get away. After a time of trying to beat it down, he became quite weary, while the golem had lost only a few chunks of stone, nowhere near enough to debilitate it. With no other options available, he cried out for help, and even prayed out to whatever being would listen. To his misfortune, something answered those prayers. He still looked back on that day with regret and shame, often times wishing he had let the golem do away with him, then at least he wouldn't have to feel the guilt of the murders it committed with his hands.