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Hell's Angel
Name:
Doesn't remember his name anymore
Nickname:
Goes by Phantom
Age:
2,963
Sex:
Male
Race:
Demon
Class:
Aristocrat
Origin:
Dark Kingdom
Orientation:
Bisexual
Occupation:
N/A
Personality:
Phantom doesn't care for anybody but himself. He has put away all of his pain, his guilt and his agony and instead, is very playful, manipulate, snarky and plays dirty. He doesn't care who he hurts
Background:
Being the youngest of 6 in a wealthy family, he could pretty much do what he wanted when he wanted. His brothers were all very talented and gorgeous while he has always been the average little brother. Despite that, he had always been surrounded by money and girls. He was practically worshipped by the girls like a God. No one but his family knew about him being a demon. But he wasnt like most demons. Actually, he was kind and cared for those close to him. He would do anything for the ones he loved. Most nights, he was busy reading or causing trouble. His family life... It wasnt perfect. His father was a drunk and abused his mother and his siblings. One night, he was awake late at night because his parenrs were screaming at each other. The thing with demons is once there blinded wirh rage, they cant be stopped. They wont stop until the person is dead. Phantom snuck downstairs and saw his father beating his mother. Something in him snapped. He blacked out and when he woke up, his father laid dead beside him and he was covered in blood. His mother was lookkng at him like he was some kind of monster. Maybe he was. He stood up and walked toward his mother. She screamed for him to stay away from her but he didn't seem to be able to hear her. The blood... it was incredible. The rich, crimson appearance. He wanted to see more. He wanted more. Before he could stop himself, he was stabbing his mother over and over and over again until one of his older brothers pulled him away, screaming and shouting at him. His other brothers watched from afar. He watched his mother fall limp and he spun around, cutting his brother across the chest. He didn't seem to care. He dragged Phantom to the dungeon and locked him in one of the cells. H screamed and shouted, hoping someone would hear him. He was there for three days. On the third day, it all sunk in. He killed his mother. He killed his father. He didn't know what was happening to him. He wanted to cry but for some reason, it felt so right. He wanted to kill again. He stood up and disappeared and reappeared outside of the cell, snapping his brother's neck. He ran through the hallways and every time someone attacked him, he would disappear out of view and would kill them from behind. He managed to get away from the mansion, panting heavily. This is how he got the name Phantom. People started to call him that. They feared him aand when they heard Phantom was in town, people would hide. There was one girl he was madly in love with and he thought she loved him as well but instead, she chained him to his bed and let the police arrest him. He was forced to kill all of them. Since then he's been wandering around like a lost dog, closing himself off from society.
Appearance:
AcceptedCrimsonEclipse said:
Name:
Azhundhaal
Age:
Estimated to be about over 4,000 years, but his true age is unknown
Sex:
Male
Race:
Dragon
Class:
Outcast
Origin:
Air Kingdom
Orientation:
Heterosexual
Occupation:
None
Personality:
He is sadistic and cruel, enjoying to torture those who oppose him both physically and psychologically. He is also cunning and manipulative, promising wealth and power in exchange for doing his bidding, but he will betray you in the end of course. He is a brilliant strategist, but once his plan fails, he will surely be fleeing before you even reach him. He is cowardly and will sacrifice his minions for his own sake, which is why he survives for so long. Although he doesn't like to fight head on, he is a ferocious and cunning opponent, using everything in his arsenal to kill his enemies, and to add them to his army.
Background:
He was once a wise and noble dragon, hell bent on vanquishing evil and upholding righteousness and courage. He was respected and loved by all, he is even admired by some of his foes. Everything was perfect for him, until that one day. He had been sent to destroy a cove of warlocks who were preparing to perform a ritual. He successfully vanquished them, but what he saw changed him forever. He chanced upon n ancient tome and, for he truly enjoyed deciphering and studying ancient texts, he took it with him. In it were rituals on summoning the dead, on trapping souls and forcing them to do your bidding, it was a text on necromancy. He was enthralled in it, mesmerized by the knowledge it holds. It had been too late when he realized that the book was none other than the Necronomicon, the book of the dead. It had planted within his soul a plague, making him thirst for power. And, following the ritual in the tome, he sacrificed his soul for power, turning him into a lich.
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