Murphy Williams (Leviathan)

Weight: 170

Apparent Age: 60

Archetype: Physical Adept: Circle Unknown

Preferred Weapon: Katana

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Bio: Well there comes a time in everyone’s life when they are told a tale of a man so dangerous and deadly that it is hard to fathom or even believe. Well when I was a young child growing up in England I was told these tales by my Grandfather as I sat watching the ships coming and going from the harbour. My Grandfather would warn me of a man that was known as Leviathan that would hunt the shores and shallows for would be victims while searching for yet another vessel to bring down to the depths of Davy Jones locker. Many a fine sailor perished without a trace in the swells created by this man, an many say that he sails aboard a blackened ship with tattered sails and travels through the mists and fog. This man my Grandfather would warn me about is the Leviathan, he claimed that when he was a sailor in the Royal Navy he had a close encounter with this monster and to the day he died he says he was haunted by his glowing red eyes that seemed to follow my Grandfather wherever he roamed.

       He would tell me how when he was on patrol late one evening, he could see the lights of an incoming ship through the evening mists and the tides would grow still as even the sea knew what was about to occur. That’s when he looked over the rails and he could see the burning crimson eyes of the Leviathan within the shadows of the night slowly approaching the ship he was guarding. My Grandfather pulled out his binoculars and to his horror he came face to face with this beast, as he could see the Leviathan just calmly strolling across the waters surface. This beast was on a quest and that quest was to bring pain and death to all those aboard my Grandfathers ship. He said the feeling of dread that came across him, was unlike anything he had ever felt before as he saw the Leviathan approaching with the dreaded ghost ship coming into view as the tattered sails blocked out the moon light casting the shadow of death over the vessel. My Grandfather tried as he may was frozen in fear as he saw the burning embers of the Leviathan’s eyes piercing the night.

        Without warning my Grandfather heard the sounds of crunching and tearing of metal as the ship lurched forward and he was thrown overboard. He claimed as he was treading water he saw the hull of ship torn asunder and he could hear the screams of his fellow sailors inside as the shadows wrapped around the troubled ship like the cloak of the grim reaper. He started to swim towards shore as the ship lurched once more and broke into two pieces and began it’s swift decent to the sea floor. Within seconds all the screaming stopped and their was a deafening silence as the vessel plunged towards Davy Jones locker and last piece of the ship vanished from sight. In terror my Grandfather tried to swim to safety but to no avail he would have to rely on his flotation device as he watched as the seas parted for a moment as the burning embers of the eyes of the Leviathan pierced the depths as he rose to the surface and once again casually strolled towards yet another vessel that laid in wait within the harbour unaware of what was in store for them and that their fates had already been cast and they shall as well become yet another victim of the Leviathan.

        I used to think these stories he told where old sea tales that he learned when he was in the Navy and that he was just trying to scare me from following in his shoes. I never gave any credence to the tales as  being true, for no man can walk on water and no man can sink a vessel by himself let alone an entire naval destroyer. Well thats what I believed till the day I had a chance encounter with the Leviathan and I know understand why my Grandfather feared those eyes, those soulless eyes so cold, so inhuman I shutter just thinking about it.

        I had grown an decided to follow in his footsteps and become a sailor in the Royal Navy, even ignoring his pleas. I knew the waters where dangerous but I felt the call of duty and knew I needed to join. Well during my first tour of duty, I heard the older sailors telling the same tales about the man known as the Leviathan, this just reinforced my belief about it being an old sailors tale an nothing more. Well that was till I was on my second tour of duty, I was aboard a naval frigate moored just of the coast of some tropical island in the pacific. It was late into my watch as I patrolled the deck, the full moon light cast an eerie haze over the calm waters. When I happened to catch a glimpse of movement in my peripheral vision as turned to see an unnatural fog rolling in and the ghostly shadow of a ship within the fog. My heart sank, as fear began to fill my body I didn’t know if I was actually seeing this or if it was my mind playing a cruel joke on me. Then I saw those eyes, those cold burning eyes within the darkness slowly descending upon the vessel. I stood their in horror as my grandfathers story was coming to life before my own eyes, he wasn’t lying and he wasn’t being an over protective grandparent the words he spoke where true and the Leviathan was real and he was heading straight for my ship.

       I tried to yell out for help, I tried to signal the alarm but nothing I was frozen in terror and couldn’t move, my body had rebelled against me and I was stuck paralysed and unable to move. As I watched as the beast true to his nature just casually strolled along the waters surface, I knew death was coming for us and as my body froze in fear urine began to fill my boots as I made eye contact with the Leviathan just seconds before the frigate lurched and the serene scene was interrupted by the sounds of tearing metal. I just like my Grandfather was thrown overboard and if it wasn’t for my flotation device I would have perished that night. I was helpless in the water as I tried to swim to safety and reach the shore. I listened as my friends and commanders where being torn asunder and the vessel that I had called home to for the last year was beginning it’s decent into the depths of the ocean floor. The only thing was I was still able to see those eyes burning into the night, I was able to sense when the beast was finished as the last of the vessel vanished and the Leviathan would breach the surface. I looked out into the harbour and I could see the lights of the other ships unaware of what had just occurred, within minutes the beast had killed all on board and sent the ship down to the sea floor and he wasn’t done. I eventually made it to shore only to watch as light after light would be snuffed out without a sound or even a ripple in the tides. The ocean drank much blood that night and their wasn’t a thing I could do about it, I had to sit helpless as many perished in the most horrific manner possible.

      I was lucky to survive my chance encounter with this man and pirates he works with, I left the Navy and England after that and came to the states to escape the horrors that I have seen only to have them follow me in my dreams and even as I work, my mind is forever scarred by the Leviathan and his quest for death. I am only writing this as a warning to all who would dare to sail the seven seas, this killer is still out there and he is still bringing ships and their crew down to the depths of the ocean floor.

      From what I have been able to uncover this beast works with the Crimson Bloods and the ghost ship is nothing more then the Siren under some sort of mystical guise. Though the actions of the Leviathan are more then real, I have seen them with my own two eyes and every story told by any survivor has the same outcome and the details are spot on. For this man is a true killer, his power is off the charts and he is capable of superhuman feats. I was lucky to survive my encounter with death but most are not, and for those sailors lost to the wake of the Leviathan I tip my hat to all you poor souls that have fallen. This should concern all my readers, as the Siren is docked in the Seattle Naval yard and that means the Leviathan is lurking near, if he he can render a ship asunder then imagine what he can do to a car, truck, or even a building. The Leviathan now lurks the dark corners of Seattle’s underbelly and knowing that one day I might see those soulless burning eyes again has me chilled to the core with terror.

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