Character Description: Gollum
Deep down inside the mountain, by the dark water lived old Gollum, (a petite, slimy creature), whose body have become weak and twisted after years in the darkness. Where did he come from? Nobody knows, nor do they know who he was before he became Gollum. Clearly something had changed the creature. Something had worked away at his mind leaving him wild and feral. He was dirty and vile and his two, big, round pale eyes protruded from his bone. His hair had fallen out leaving a few greasy strands behind, which stuck to his slimy head.
He would swim, using no arms and just his feet to pedal almost silently across the lake. The lake was wide, deep and deadly cold, yet he seemed not to notice. The creature had become immune to the darkness and the cold. He paddled with his large feet seeping into the ebony lakebed, but he was careful to never make a ripple in the dark water. Using his pale, lamp-like eyes, he would search for fish, which he grabbed with his long witch-like fingers as quickly as a flash. He enjoyed meat too, particularly elf when he could get it. Even then, he was sure to take care they never found him out. Whenever lost wanderers passed through his habitat, he would throttle them from behind. It was important no-one escaped, he had to remain hidden. They never did and so he remained unknown and the mountain secret. However, very seldom did anyone venture down to his home nowadays for they had a feeling that something unpleasant was lurking down there.
Gollum, for many years, settled on a tiny island of rock in the middle of the dark lake-his home. He would watch and prowl from his island perch, waiting for his next victim. He spent his time hissing and whispering riddles and nonsense to himself showing how corrupt his mind had become. Although dark and untamed, there was something very sad about Gollum. Something innocent. Something broken.
He would swim, using no arms and just his feet to pedal almost silently across the lake. The lake was wide, deep and deadly cold, yet he seemed not to notice. The creature had become immune to the darkness and the cold. He paddled with his large feet seeping into the ebony lakebed, but he was careful to never make a ripple in the dark water. Using his pale, lamp-like eyes, he would search for fish, which he grabbed with his long witch-like fingers as quickly as a flash. He enjoyed meat too, particularly elf when he could get it. Even then, he was sure to take care they never found him out. Whenever lost wanderers passed through his habitat, he would throttle them from behind. It was important no-one escaped, he had to remain hidden. They never did and so he remained unknown and the mountain secret. However, very seldom did anyone venture down to his home nowadays for they had a feeling that something unpleasant was lurking down there.
Gollum, for many years, settled on a tiny island of rock in the middle of the dark lake-his home. He would watch and prowl from his island perch, waiting for his next victim. He spent his time hissing and whispering riddles and nonsense to himself showing how corrupt his mind had become. Although dark and untamed, there was something very sad about Gollum. Something innocent. Something broken.
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