Llort (Hollow) [WIP]

A very scrutinizing being, Llort is extremely judgmental and will go through all of its information to create an entire theory on how a stranger would act in certain conditions. Though not always correct, it does sometimes give very detailed and true information. With a fascination in science, Llort takes a keen interest in physics, chemistry, robotics, biology, and numerous other fields of science and research. Using its vast intelligence to create new inventions and further the information in these sciences.

Using its resources, Llort lives its life trying to accomplish its goals in almost anyway possible. Usually not even talking to people unless it can gain some type of insight. Its goals seem evil to the human populace along with many others, however as an intelligent being. Llort's philosophy is that everything is just symbolic to the beholder, that there is no universal law of society or human nature. Having a very neutral ideology, the hollow does not have many thoughts in radical sphere, however it does not believe in any god or all powerful being, strictly science driven, this maniacal maniac only sees mighty beings as one who found the knowledge to achieve omni-potent powers.

Always the one to train from dawn to dusk, Llort lives to better itself, and will take any challenge given if it is with in common sense. The creature knows when there is a chance of succeeding and having no chance at all. Always weighing the options of actions, it will take its time before going on a specific course of work or goals. At times, Llort will be spontaneous with ideas. Wanting to test its knowledge and skills on anyone it can lay its hands on. Diligent and reliable, it will be sure to accomplish any goal given to it if it is from one it is loyal to. Usually the punctual type, the hollow will arrive on time on the dot, even coming early at times, never one to be late unless an extreme circumstance comes into place.

Intimidating to those who do not know it personally, Llort will try to strike some sort of fear or emotion into the hearts of everyone, wanting to have a finger in everyone's mind. Wanting to be remembered by all as one who is going to achieve perfection, and one to be feared and respected. Not caring what most people think about it, it does however want to leave a good impression on everyone at least once, and when the term good impression is used, it normally means that Llort wants to scare the daylights out of them. Having a serious personality in general, one would find it difficult to joke with this creature as it sees many human actions as weaknesses, only taking the few that can be used to bypass limits and increase strengths.

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The clanking of change scratched through the atmosphere of New York City, as a lone beggar rattled his plastic coffee mug whenever a prospect walked near. No longer disappointed in not receiving spare change, the beggar simply shrugged as a woman walked right past him with not even a glance, no spare change to spare for the down trodden. Turning to his left the homeless man stroked his grizzled beard as a cold wind blew past, sending a shiver down even the most cold hearted of businessmen who were in the wind's path. Yet, the beggar merely sighed as he sat, his coin cup in his lap so he could rub his hands to experience the warmth of friction. Dried skin, calloused and scarred, rubbed against scraps of leather and wool gloves. Every breath showed a small cloud of white moisture from the man's nostrils, like an stream of steam, fueled by the poor soul.

Eyeing the next target, the cup rattled again with the few quarters and nickels in the cup. With a pleasant surprise the prospect stopped, and looked down upon the beggar. A tall creature cloaked in the garbs of human clothing, yet this creature appeared human its vileness could be felt quite literally. Bright hazel eyes pierced the beggar's gaze as a solid gold coin of foreign currency dropped into the cup with a thud. With a smile, the creature in human skin laughed slightly as it wrapped its scarf tighter around the bottom of its face for warmth. The bright red wool glowing in the overcast grey day like a beacon.

The beggar could do nothing but gasp at its gift, before he stood up to go to the pawnshop on the next street over. The corner soon vacant besides for the rather tall human, who measured in at seven feet in height. The mountain of a man moved with an elegance unbefitting of someone so giant, though, the human continued walking down its chosen path, the concrete side walk empty except for the odd pedestrian every so often. After all, it was cold a freezing day to be outside.

Soon a clock struck out a chime as it announced the time; two o'clock PM in bold green lettering stretching across the digital clock. Looking up at the digital clock, the creature smiled from beneath its scarf as it tightened its leather gloves, feeling exposed in such weather. The man's trim grey suit covered over in a layered wind breaker, bright orange in color. Though a walking fashion disaster the man merely kept on walking down the sidewalk, heading for his destination the headquarters of the New York Police. It had been several months since his last visit to the large building and the idea of meeting some of the old guard brought joy into the giant's nonexistent heart. Ever since its spy operation was stalled in its tracks out of its own personality, the odd creature had always wanted to revisit the place which held such prominence in its memories.

Walking for several miles, the creature finally reached the public entrance of the police building, a fine piece of architecture. Grinning beneath its warm scarf the monster walked right through the front doors. Not giving off a single hint of its true strength. The monster in human disguise appearing before the front desk as a human, with a slightly above average amount of spiritual energy, but barely enough to be noticed. Talking to the individual behind the front desk, it spoke calmly and effectively as it used its skills in the arts of conversation to stay in the lobby, out of the cold weather and wind. The temperature outside being seven degrees Fahrenheit.

Taking a seat in one of the comfortable chairs in the lobby, Albatross felt the presence of all in within its sphere of influence, nothing escaping the monster's sights. As it noted the security systems and cameras, among other things. With a yawn, Alba waited out the cold under the guise of being picked up by an acquaintance. Though beneath this lie, Albatross contemplated its plan of infiltrating the organization. There was no motive, nor reason. The sinner lived for chaos, loving the scent of conflict and drama. But among these dark ideals, Alba felt more at home in the building than in Hell, most likely a byproduct of the souls it had eaten for so many years, more human than beast so the saying goes.

As time passed, the monster noted the movements of those around it, but only finding interest in one person in particular. A human traveling towards the police building. It knew this energy signature, but it could not fully grasp who it was until the man walked through the front door. Hunt, the lead manipulator.

Watching Hunt move across the lobby to the front desk their eyes met for but a second before the gaze was split with the human looking away. Hunt felt uneasy at that moment, not knowing who the stranger was, but such a tall man was not seen very often. Dismissing the suspicion, Hunt cracked his neck as he walked past the security behind the front desk with a flash of a badge. As much as the lead user liked having a job, he still hated the paperwork which followed completing a task.

Walking up through the numerous floors, Hunt sat down at his small desk that was granted to him and compiled his short report. All the while unable to remove the bright hazel eyes of the stranger downstairs in the lobby. Something felt off, but he couldn't tell what it was.