Mavet

WE ARE IN NEED OF A KEYBOARDIST! IF YOU ARE INTERESTED OR KNOW SOMEBODY WHO MIGHT BE, LET US KNOW!



Birthed in the dark, forboding abyss known as Stevie's garage, Andrew the Warrior and Stevie of the Winter Moons looked upon what will eventually evolve into the beast known as Mavet. On that grotesquely glorious day in the sixth month of 2004, or as its better known, the Year of the Apocalyptic Doom II, a new terror was released upon the world to feast upon the minds of the weak. Evan the Punisher of the Skies made his entrance, bringing with him a horrifying rumble, not unlike those found in the depths of the Underworld. Feeling a greater calling, shrieks to wake the dead and kill them again began to pour from every orifice. This is the day that the heavens trembled under the might of the ever growing Mavet. But alas, the Underworld rumble was lacking, and to fill this void, a mysterious figure with fingers blazing and soul roaring was put in place and the destruction of the human race was beginning to form. But what is mayhem without a driving force to propel the destruction into utter pain and suffering? Julio the Mexican brought extremities of such skullcrushing power, that the earth was left raped and scorched in his path, leaving no soul left behind to cower before the brute display of moxie. To lure the ghosts of heaven into the wretched claws of the Unholy Monstrosity, the mock voices of angels were bastardized to form a blasphemous union -- twisted and erotic. Brian, Conqueror of Christian Souls, took upon this task, pounding into oblivion the keys to shatter souls and spill demonic fluids into the light. Off in the distance, an inverted lad, clad in peasants' chainmail, seduced He of the Winter Moons with whisperings of dark secrets and lonely stars. A denouncement of the darkness was proclaimed and an Ascension into the light drew He of the Winter Moons into the perverse world of pseudo-warpaint and heavenly garb. But this hellish Rogre (Rogue+Ogre`¹»M«¹`) continues on, wreaking havoc on the innocent, in search of one whose fiery phalanges -- with the dexterity and vigor of Ifirit - are up to the might of Mavet to join our gruesome fellowship and RAWK ON!!!1!one!!