Headless_Specter

Meet Ichabod Soman, also known as the Headless Specter. He is usually seen carrying around his head tucked under one arm, but can sometimes assume the shape of another person. He will only do this to scare them out of their wits...or to death.

In his former life, he was a con man, rapist and a murderer, until one time he was caught raping the mayor's daughter. The mayor instantly had the man put in a crow's nest, charging him with rape and attempted murder, which at the time, was usually punished with death by the axe. The next day, Ichabod was beheaded, his body put back in the crow's nest with his head tucked under his arm. His soul was sent straight to Hell, but he managed to strike a deal with the devil, saying that he would collect the souls of people if he could walk the earth again. Satan agreed and now Ichabod stalks the earth, scaring the souls out of anyone he meets and entrapping the souls in his skull.

Specialties:

* Psychological Horror - Ichabod loves to get inside of people's heads and exploit their biggest fears. He'll use their awful past or phobia's to either drive the victim insane or to self destruction. Never, and I mean NEVER reveal your fears or past to him. It's something you will more than likely regret.

* Shape-shifitng - He'll only do this to collect souls, or if he really want's to mess with people's heads.

* Fire & Shadow Magic - He's fairly talented at using the powers of evil and fire to get what he wants. He especially enjoys burning people alive.

Fire & Shadow Magic Abilities:

* Spontaneous Combustion - He'll start a fire deep within the body of his victim, causing his victim to burn alive.

* Dread Gaze - He'll just stare into his victim's eyes while still in his normal shape. Most of the time this will paralyze the victim in fear or cause them to run away, screaming like a little schoolgirl.

* Soul Bolt - If his skull has a victim's soul in it, he'll open his mouth and shoot the soul at another victim, much like a bullet from a gun.

Note:

IF, if being the keyword, he does scare them to death by taking the shape of them being headless, he will take their soul and place it inside of his skull, causing the eye sockets to develop a ghostly flame. Depending on the sex of the person he killed with his trick, the flame will take on one of four colors:

* Male - Dark Blue with a white inner flame
* Female - Pink and Purple with a silver inner flame
* Hermaphrodite - Orange with a golden inner flame
* Unknown Sex - A silver and white flame

Theme Song: The Headless Waltz by Voltaire

As above, so below, place your bets
Which way the head will roll
Made in your image, we are at least
As twisted and mean as thee
'Fore your eyes, what a curious sight
Your children have turned on you
And you say, you don't sleep well at night
Well, we'll take care of that for you

Belle Marie Antoinette
Love the pearls
They'll make a great tourniquet
Never did as you should and you claim
It was all for our very own good
'Twas a lie, a magnificent lie
Now, your subjects have turned on you
And you claim you had lots on your mind
Well, we'll take care of that for you


Get that damn thing off her neck
I'm the head of the board now I'm bored of her head
Sharpen up the blade, boys.
What are you waiting for?
Here's where we all get ahead!
Wipe that damn smile off your face
Or we'll lop it off clean with our new guillotine
Sharpen up the blade boys, what are you waiting for?
Here's where we all get ahead!


All my troubles, all my pain
Stems from this thing that you call a "brain"
Be my guest, sever me from the source of all my agony
What a shame, I've forgotten my name
Without the use of my brain and
My, bet I'll sleep well tonight
Without this head of mine

Get this damn thing off my neck
I'm the head of the board now I'm bored of my head
Sharpen up the blade, boys
What are you waiting for?
Here's where we all get ahead!
Wipe that damn smile off your face
Or we'll lop it off clean with our new guillotine
Sharpen up the blade, boys
Bells are now tolling, soon heads will be rolling


Please Sir, for me, Sir,
Won't you see if you see, Sir?
Oh dear, I dread
I seem to have lost my head
I think I left it about
It fell to the ground
And I kicked it around
Has anyone seen, no need to be mean,
My bloody, fat, ugly head?
Please Miss, for me, Sis,
Won't you see if you see, Sis
It's got black hair
And it's kickin' about in the square
I'm really not totally sure but
I think that it might have rolled into the sewer.
Has anyone seen, no need to be mean,
My bloody, fat, ugly head?



Alt of Maro