Post by Spirit Drakun on Mar 14, 2009 15:19:06 GMT -6
(And this would be my second character/demon. This is also a character I'm still experimenting with across a couple different sites.)
Name: Spirit Drakun
Age: unknown; looks about 21 in normal form
Gender: Male
Orientation: straight
Moral Alignment: neutral
Mother’s Demon Type: ghost humanoid demon
Father’s Demon Type: ghost humanoid demon
Occupation: Executioner for his tribe (see history)
Alignment: South
Appearance: Spirit isn’t too bad in the appearances department in his normal form and looks about twenty-one; he's only about medium height, and has shoulder-length blond hair. His eyes are crisp, clean, and sharp; they're also bright yellow, like his hair. For clothes, he rarely wears more than a loose black t-shirt with a pentagram with a dragon behind it emblazoned upon it and a pair of faded blue jeans with holes in the knees; he wears basic-looking flip-flops and also had a red cloth wristband on his left wrist, which he never seems to remove. There are tattoos on both his arms; they're both covered in black and green glittering flame patterns. On his right cheek he has a tattoo of a black pentagram, and from his left ear dangles a small silver skull with rubies as eyes; there's a little bit of stubble on his chin, and he wears three rings, two on his right hand, one on his index finger adorned with a sapphire and on his middle fixed with an emerald, and on his left there's a third set with amethyst. All three rings are made of pure gold embued with magical attributes to make them indestructible. Around his neck, he wears a chain of silver with a topaz snake pendant at the end of it. He wears a snakeskin belt diagonal across his waist over his shirt, and while he is quite skinny, he isn’t too horribly built for strength. He has an old scar over where his heart is, as if he was once stabbed there. He also has another tattoo covering his entire back, a picture of a beautiful cosmos scene with the back as a purple sky, and a black dragon set amongst the stars, of the chinese type.
Ghost-form: His hair goes white, his eyes go red, his clothes are a pure black assassin's outfit, and he has no tattoos or jewelry except the black flame tattoos and the scar over his heart.
Personality: Spirit is light-hearted and a bit of a pervert, and he rarely fights anybody. He also almost always refuses to get involved with other people's problems; whenever asked, he just says, "Rule one: don't interfere with affairs of the living or dead." While he definately does NOT act like it, Spirit is actually very strict about his lifestyle, following the rules of his tribe (again, see history) like a religeous doctrine, which as far as anybody can tell, means they should never rely on him. There have been many times that, while following Rule One, he has actually just sat back and watched somebody die rather than interfere.
However, as light-hearted as he might act, he is actually losing all emotion and losing who he is as a person every day he lives. He'll hit on girls any way he can, no matter the situation, but he doesn't chase them for fun. He desires to feel something; as payment for his power, he slowly gives up his soul to his tribe, becoming closer to an emotionless, heartless killer. He chooses to try and remain an honorable being, or at least as honorable as he can; he will never try and force himself on a girl, no matter how much he hits on her, or accept the help of others in a fight. Also, "pointless" seems to be a popular word with him.
Strengths:
Normal form only:
Enhanced speed: Spirit can move reeeal fast.
Lightning control: Spirit can create, control, and manipulate lightning.
Chakra control: Spirit can directly create, control, and manipulate pure energy, both his and other peoples', and that of the air around him. Chakra is used for using abilities, and is also called pure energy.
Ghost-form only:
Invisibility: Spirit, due to his ghostly side, can go invisible, but he still casts shadows, can be heard and smelled when he does so.
Immaterial: When Spirit goes into his more ghostly form, he can walk through walls, but only if he chooses to by activating a special power known as Immaterial. Also, he cannot be hit by solid objects. This goes for all solid objects; also, he must stay in this form for a minimum of an hour, but as it consumes no power he can remain in it indefinately. However, he can't use any of his other powers, and while he can still be heard, hear, and be seen, in every other manner it's as if he doesn't exist- unable to harm others.
Levitation: In ghost-form, Spirit is able to levitate, up to ten feet above the ground.
Possession: Spirit is able to possess people in ghost-form (meaning, take over their minds) by touching them and emiting a wave of energy over them, but only for a few moments, and all he can do is control their actions; he can’t learn anything about them, so to speak.
Weaknesses:
Weakness against magic: When in ghost-form, while he can go immaterial and avoid physical hits, but even when not immaterial anytime Spirit is in ghost-form, he has little to no defense against magical attacks that do not require physically hitting something.
Deep-rooted beliefs: Spirit can't attack others or get involved with their affairs unless he himself is forcibly dragged into it- one way of putting it is he has to be attacked before he can attack anybody else, and only the person or group that attacked him, usually. Even then he is bound by several other rules quite often, depending on the situation; it essentially means he has a lot of power but can't really use it.
Pervert: Spirit is a bit of a pervert; he gets distracted easily by cute women.
Physical weakness: while he is very fast, he lacks a lot of strength, and while his speed can deal out some heavy damage, in a situation where he can't use it he's rather a bit buggered.
Earth: As a lightning-type in his normal form, Spirit is weak against the earth element.
Weapons:
Weapon 1 –Odin (currently held by Samhain Naga)
Weapon 2 – Thirteen Blade Ring: Thirteen knives that are shaped in a ring-shaped pattern and held in place by a metal bar running through their handles, this bar can be turned to lightning and each knife used to attack individually, still connected by the lightning ring. When not in use, Thirteen Blade Ring is kept dormant in the shape of a tattoo on Spirit's left wrist, under the wristband; all he has to do is pull it back a little and the Thirteen Blade Ring materialises.
Items: Spirit carries around with him spare food and water flasks; he also has some bandages and some money, all in a leather bag he carries over one shoulder.
History: Spirit Drakun was born within a tribe of Ghost Demons, powerful demonic wanderers that keep to themselves and follow no laws but their own. He is a Lord of their race, an executioner of those who break the laws of their race, and an Elder; although his kind is hard to kill, it is not impossible. Recently enough he managed to lose Odin, a precious magical sword of his, and seeks it to decide whether or not it is better off in its current wielder's hands. In the meantime, he managed to obtain a second lightning-based weapon known as the Thirteen Blade Ring, another powerful relic of his race; he replaced each of the thirteen knives on it recently as well, so it's in full functioning condition. Spirit mostly travels the world apart from his own kind; he seeks both to find a reason for living and, out of boredom, to kill things. He cares for nobody's interests but his own; he's quite powerful, even if he doesn't act it.
From birth, he was treated almost like a prince; he did not quite fit in with most others. Most of them were all silent and emotionless, preferring to gain strength; it came all naturally to Spirit, who quickly surpassed even the hardest workers of many years ahead of him. However, Spirit, born into the title of "Lord" among his tribe, just didn't care much for his race; another thing he had going for him from an early age was his talent at killing others of his race when they annoyed him. By the time he was thirteen he had killed seven of them; at that point he was finally caught and, instead of being killed, made into an executioner for his race, meaning it was his job to kill those who broke their rules and he was immune to some of the various rules about expected conduct. However, it also meant that he could not live with their race, only allowed to come to them when somebody needed to be killed. He was one of three others like that; also, it granted him immediate Elder status, which meant he was now allowed to voice his opinions about laws and judgments of those in the tribe.
However, once leaving the tribe, Spirit, like the others, started enjoying life for its worth; for quite a few years he attacked villages for fun, stole their women and assaulted them in different ways, and killed random travelers. However, within a few months, he came to realize the more he lived outside of the clan, the more he faded away. The more he killed, the more he lost himself; walking away from the path of destruction, he began to seek for who he wanted to be; what his purpose in life was; he began to seek happiness. He had grown tired of being a villian; now he sought only to amuse himself, and to find a reason for him to continue living. For a great number of years he has been on that search; he has not, however, looked too hard, but as he does nothing newsworthy anymore and mostly avoids people, most of his own kind assume him dead. If they knew the truth, another executioner would be sent after him.
RP Sample: (just typed it up; probly somewhat sucky)
It was a cold, dark, rainy night. The travelers along the beach didn't see the man atop the cliff, or the sea demon fast approaching; the man on the cliff, however, saw all of them. He just gave a small smirk of amusement and watched with cold, dead, indifferent eyes as the sea demon reached them and absolutely massacred those below in rather gruesome ways- just as Spirit had asked it to. While it was true he couldn't interfere, the rules never said anything about not suggesting things to another who could. Besides, the end result was still the same: so long as Spirit did not use his own powers, he did not draw attention to himself, and thus didn't call the attentions of his race.
He waited a while until the demons below had finished doing the dirty work; heading down the cliff and into the destroyed caravan, he began fingering through the various things there, finally just deciding on taking the money. It was quite a lot; besides, there was nothing else there he really wanted. One or two of the young ladies had been cute, but they were dead now. There was nothing to be done. Continuing along his way, he decided to head for the next town over; there, at least, he could find a good girl to spend a night with; have some fun before he continued with his search for self.
Name: Spirit Drakun
Age: unknown; looks about 21 in normal form
Gender: Male
Orientation: straight
Moral Alignment: neutral
Mother’s Demon Type: ghost humanoid demon
Father’s Demon Type: ghost humanoid demon
Occupation: Executioner for his tribe (see history)
Alignment: South
Appearance: Spirit isn’t too bad in the appearances department in his normal form and looks about twenty-one; he's only about medium height, and has shoulder-length blond hair. His eyes are crisp, clean, and sharp; they're also bright yellow, like his hair. For clothes, he rarely wears more than a loose black t-shirt with a pentagram with a dragon behind it emblazoned upon it and a pair of faded blue jeans with holes in the knees; he wears basic-looking flip-flops and also had a red cloth wristband on his left wrist, which he never seems to remove. There are tattoos on both his arms; they're both covered in black and green glittering flame patterns. On his right cheek he has a tattoo of a black pentagram, and from his left ear dangles a small silver skull with rubies as eyes; there's a little bit of stubble on his chin, and he wears three rings, two on his right hand, one on his index finger adorned with a sapphire and on his middle fixed with an emerald, and on his left there's a third set with amethyst. All three rings are made of pure gold embued with magical attributes to make them indestructible. Around his neck, he wears a chain of silver with a topaz snake pendant at the end of it. He wears a snakeskin belt diagonal across his waist over his shirt, and while he is quite skinny, he isn’t too horribly built for strength. He has an old scar over where his heart is, as if he was once stabbed there. He also has another tattoo covering his entire back, a picture of a beautiful cosmos scene with the back as a purple sky, and a black dragon set amongst the stars, of the chinese type.
Ghost-form: His hair goes white, his eyes go red, his clothes are a pure black assassin's outfit, and he has no tattoos or jewelry except the black flame tattoos and the scar over his heart.
Personality: Spirit is light-hearted and a bit of a pervert, and he rarely fights anybody. He also almost always refuses to get involved with other people's problems; whenever asked, he just says, "Rule one: don't interfere with affairs of the living or dead." While he definately does NOT act like it, Spirit is actually very strict about his lifestyle, following the rules of his tribe (again, see history) like a religeous doctrine, which as far as anybody can tell, means they should never rely on him. There have been many times that, while following Rule One, he has actually just sat back and watched somebody die rather than interfere.
However, as light-hearted as he might act, he is actually losing all emotion and losing who he is as a person every day he lives. He'll hit on girls any way he can, no matter the situation, but he doesn't chase them for fun. He desires to feel something; as payment for his power, he slowly gives up his soul to his tribe, becoming closer to an emotionless, heartless killer. He chooses to try and remain an honorable being, or at least as honorable as he can; he will never try and force himself on a girl, no matter how much he hits on her, or accept the help of others in a fight. Also, "pointless" seems to be a popular word with him.
Strengths:
Normal form only:
Enhanced speed: Spirit can move reeeal fast.
Lightning control: Spirit can create, control, and manipulate lightning.
Chakra control: Spirit can directly create, control, and manipulate pure energy, both his and other peoples', and that of the air around him. Chakra is used for using abilities, and is also called pure energy.
Ghost-form only:
Invisibility: Spirit, due to his ghostly side, can go invisible, but he still casts shadows, can be heard and smelled when he does so.
Immaterial: When Spirit goes into his more ghostly form, he can walk through walls, but only if he chooses to by activating a special power known as Immaterial. Also, he cannot be hit by solid objects. This goes for all solid objects; also, he must stay in this form for a minimum of an hour, but as it consumes no power he can remain in it indefinately. However, he can't use any of his other powers, and while he can still be heard, hear, and be seen, in every other manner it's as if he doesn't exist- unable to harm others.
Levitation: In ghost-form, Spirit is able to levitate, up to ten feet above the ground.
Possession: Spirit is able to possess people in ghost-form (meaning, take over their minds) by touching them and emiting a wave of energy over them, but only for a few moments, and all he can do is control their actions; he can’t learn anything about them, so to speak.
Weaknesses:
Weakness against magic: When in ghost-form, while he can go immaterial and avoid physical hits, but even when not immaterial anytime Spirit is in ghost-form, he has little to no defense against magical attacks that do not require physically hitting something.
Deep-rooted beliefs: Spirit can't attack others or get involved with their affairs unless he himself is forcibly dragged into it- one way of putting it is he has to be attacked before he can attack anybody else, and only the person or group that attacked him, usually. Even then he is bound by several other rules quite often, depending on the situation; it essentially means he has a lot of power but can't really use it.
Pervert: Spirit is a bit of a pervert; he gets distracted easily by cute women.
Physical weakness: while he is very fast, he lacks a lot of strength, and while his speed can deal out some heavy damage, in a situation where he can't use it he's rather a bit buggered.
Earth: As a lightning-type in his normal form, Spirit is weak against the earth element.
Weapons:
Weapon 1 –Odin (currently held by Samhain Naga)
Weapon 2 – Thirteen Blade Ring: Thirteen knives that are shaped in a ring-shaped pattern and held in place by a metal bar running through their handles, this bar can be turned to lightning and each knife used to attack individually, still connected by the lightning ring. When not in use, Thirteen Blade Ring is kept dormant in the shape of a tattoo on Spirit's left wrist, under the wristband; all he has to do is pull it back a little and the Thirteen Blade Ring materialises.
Items: Spirit carries around with him spare food and water flasks; he also has some bandages and some money, all in a leather bag he carries over one shoulder.
History: Spirit Drakun was born within a tribe of Ghost Demons, powerful demonic wanderers that keep to themselves and follow no laws but their own. He is a Lord of their race, an executioner of those who break the laws of their race, and an Elder; although his kind is hard to kill, it is not impossible. Recently enough he managed to lose Odin, a precious magical sword of his, and seeks it to decide whether or not it is better off in its current wielder's hands. In the meantime, he managed to obtain a second lightning-based weapon known as the Thirteen Blade Ring, another powerful relic of his race; he replaced each of the thirteen knives on it recently as well, so it's in full functioning condition. Spirit mostly travels the world apart from his own kind; he seeks both to find a reason for living and, out of boredom, to kill things. He cares for nobody's interests but his own; he's quite powerful, even if he doesn't act it.
From birth, he was treated almost like a prince; he did not quite fit in with most others. Most of them were all silent and emotionless, preferring to gain strength; it came all naturally to Spirit, who quickly surpassed even the hardest workers of many years ahead of him. However, Spirit, born into the title of "Lord" among his tribe, just didn't care much for his race; another thing he had going for him from an early age was his talent at killing others of his race when they annoyed him. By the time he was thirteen he had killed seven of them; at that point he was finally caught and, instead of being killed, made into an executioner for his race, meaning it was his job to kill those who broke their rules and he was immune to some of the various rules about expected conduct. However, it also meant that he could not live with their race, only allowed to come to them when somebody needed to be killed. He was one of three others like that; also, it granted him immediate Elder status, which meant he was now allowed to voice his opinions about laws and judgments of those in the tribe.
However, once leaving the tribe, Spirit, like the others, started enjoying life for its worth; for quite a few years he attacked villages for fun, stole their women and assaulted them in different ways, and killed random travelers. However, within a few months, he came to realize the more he lived outside of the clan, the more he faded away. The more he killed, the more he lost himself; walking away from the path of destruction, he began to seek for who he wanted to be; what his purpose in life was; he began to seek happiness. He had grown tired of being a villian; now he sought only to amuse himself, and to find a reason for him to continue living. For a great number of years he has been on that search; he has not, however, looked too hard, but as he does nothing newsworthy anymore and mostly avoids people, most of his own kind assume him dead. If they knew the truth, another executioner would be sent after him.
RP Sample: (just typed it up; probly somewhat sucky)
It was a cold, dark, rainy night. The travelers along the beach didn't see the man atop the cliff, or the sea demon fast approaching; the man on the cliff, however, saw all of them. He just gave a small smirk of amusement and watched with cold, dead, indifferent eyes as the sea demon reached them and absolutely massacred those below in rather gruesome ways- just as Spirit had asked it to. While it was true he couldn't interfere, the rules never said anything about not suggesting things to another who could. Besides, the end result was still the same: so long as Spirit did not use his own powers, he did not draw attention to himself, and thus didn't call the attentions of his race.
He waited a while until the demons below had finished doing the dirty work; heading down the cliff and into the destroyed caravan, he began fingering through the various things there, finally just deciding on taking the money. It was quite a lot; besides, there was nothing else there he really wanted. One or two of the young ladies had been cute, but they were dead now. There was nothing to be done. Continuing along his way, he decided to head for the next town over; there, at least, he could find a good girl to spend a night with; have some fun before he continued with his search for self.
