Raith, The Fourth Horsemen . ...and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth... . ~Listen to this while looking to get the feel and theme of the MOC more.~
So, I've finlly come back, and finished (OR revamped to some of you.) my Self MOC. I give you, Raith, the fourth horsemen of the apocalypse, or as some may call him, Death.
Raith was once a homeless mercenary, doing people's dirty work for money, weapons, food, anything he could make use of. With no home, friends, or family, Raith devoted his life to his job. Killing anyone from someone's brother, to their worst enemy. He only did it for his profit. After about 30 years he finally crafted the only weapons he would use. His grand scythe, and his dual weilded scythes. He crafted the handles from the finest Ebony ores he could obtain, and then the blades were made from Carbon Steel, what most blacksmith's consider to be the best material to make blades out of. He poured his blood, sweat, and tears into making the weapons. Raith became known for his signature weapons, and his handy work about making the job quick and clean, or upon request, slow and messy. About 2 months later, someone discovered where Raith was staying for the night, and stole his weapons. When Raith woke aout an hour later, he noticed his weapons were missing. He looked around camp, thinking he may have misplaced them, but to his terror he couldn't find them. After giving up looking, he sat backside to a tree, not having any hope of finding his beloved scythes. But then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the footprints. Some common theif did it. There wasn't any special design in the irt that would show it being a high class theif, or another mercenary. He followed the trail for about 6 miles, he saw the theif hiding, trying to make the weapons look as if he had made them, instead of Raith. Full of anger Raith snatched back his dual weilded scythes and pinned the theif to the ground with both scythes at his neck. Raith asked the criminal, "Any last words, theif?" The man replied saying something in Latin. At that moment, someone came out from behind Raith with his grand scythe, and cutting his head off. The theif didn't reaize, in doing this he would be killed too, considering Raith had two scythes at his throat. Now Raith never believed in any Gods or Deities of any sort. So to it was to his surprise he and the theif had been sent to Hell. He knew if he ended up anywhere, it would probably be here. Due to all his killing, he was forced to serve 100 years in Hell for every soul he killed in his lifetime. After all this was done, he went to Death himself, on his own account. He tried sneaking behind Death to question him, but Death knew he would come. As Raith was about to grab him, Death said "Not very stealth like are you?" This made Raith mad, and in his rage tackeled Death, only to phase right through him. Death cast a spell to cause some kind of cage to be bound around Raith chaining him to the cage door. Raith yelled at Death, "Why am I here? I hve served my time, shouldn't I start a new life like everyone else?" Death replied, "You're no normal mercenary Raith. You are the most excellent killer I have ever seen. Even better than me. I have been at this job for millions of centuries. I have grown tired of the proffesion. Of the feeling of slicing through someone. Of knowing you are causing someone's misery and pain. But you... you love it to the end." Raith snapped at Death, "What are you getting at old man?" Death replied, "No patience I see....you are a lot like me when I was younger. So I guess I will get to the point, I want you to take over my job. You will be The Fourth Horsemen of the Apocalypse." Raith agreed to the job, hapilly, not knowing what he was getting himself into. Raith changed. His body became completely different. Taller. Stronger. And more...evil. Something else changed about him. He had wings, giant bat wings. His weapons had also been improved. Now with bright, orange-ish red crystals that absorbed the souls of whoever he killed, and his Grand Scythe grew to be even longer, and the blade even bigger, and sharper. Raith took on his new duties, knowing not of the other three Horsemen's names, or where abouts. Not caring, or searching.
Now onto the MOC itself.
My biggest inspiration for this MOC was the character Death, from the new game Darksiders II, due to release on August 14th. Here's a few reference pictures.
So now, for the figure.
So, for the final commentary. This MOC took longer than I thought it would. I like him, but I feel I could've done better, so don't be surprised if I give him an update soon. I will probably only update the body. It'll do for now though. But please, I need all the criticsm I can get. (I probably spelt criticsm wrong. Lol.) Anyways, thanks for viewing, and goodbye.