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Malice Queen

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Lecarhn Gredin​
Description

Name
Lecarhn Gredin

Title
Lecarhn the Traitor

Role
Clan Founder – Raven’s Edge

Age
7127

Gender
Male

Race
Bone Demon

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Height
Human - 6’2”
Demon - 7’2”

Weight
Human - 193 lbs
Demon - 212 lbs

Hair Color
Ashen

Eye Color
Red

Scars
His body is riddled with scars from the seemingly endless torture he was subjected to in Hell.

Distinguishing Features
Clan mark located on his left breast, wings facing sternum.
Pale skin, faintly glowing red eyes
History

For countless centuries, Lecarhn was always the obedient lapdog of Hell’s rulers – the Seven Princes. Though he never took orders directly from them, the hierarchy of demons ensured horrible punishments for those who defied their will. Unfortunately, in the most recent century, Lecarhn has desired more than the life he was forced into – making him one of many targets of Hell’s wrath. Lecarhn was often hauled off and tortured seemingly without end for collaborating with those who shared his belief of a better life. Though they broke his body many times, they could not break his ever-strengthening spirit.

Though his torturers changed often, there was one who seemed interested in why he acted out so often against hell; this torturer was named Sindisia Arioch. Eventually, he earned the friendship of Sindisia the Torturer and their torture sessions would soon turn to an information exchange. Lecarhn would answer whatever questions Sindisia had to ask about who would free him from his binds and be one among three who escaped hell to find a new life for themselves.

When he reached the surface, Lecarhn sought out the nearest human settlement and found that the humans who greeted him were rather putoff by his appearance – pale skin, red eyes, ashen hair, and slightly pointed ears led the humans to believe he was a weirdo with an interesting fashion sense.

He often kept to himself inside the human city, observing more than interacting until he found many joys in the human world – watching the species grow and develop as time passed. Lecarhn had several human lovers over the years, though they were often the odd outcasts of society. Lecarhn eventually had a run in with a young wiccan who quickly turned on him once she realized he was a demon; ending his peace within the human city and causing him to flee.
Personality

Likes
† Sky
† Sunrises and sunsets

Dislikes
† Fire
† Being manipulated

Fears
† Failure
† Losing his temper
† Harming those he loves

Phobias
Dementophobia – Fear of insanity
Oneirophobia – Fear of dreams (For him it’s his nightmares)
Wiccaphobia – Fear of witches and witchcraft

Hobby
† Fishing

Talent
† Whittling
Powers & Abilities

Powers
Bone Manipulation – Lecarhn can force his bones to grow in many ways, most of the time this is applied for combat purposes.
Bone Density Adjustment – Lecarhn has the ability to change the density of his bone, from light and hollow to dense
Bone Exoskeleton – Lecarhn can manipulate his bones to create an exoskeleton to protect himself from incoming damage.
Leader Ability – Lecarhn’s body morphs into that of a giant bone raven which he uses to fly in the skies and rain dense bone shards down upon his enemies or tear them apart with beak and sharp talons.

Passive Abilities
† Regenerative Healing Factor

Weaknesses
† Exoskeleton Weak Points
† Regeneration Fatigue
† Slow Movement or Weak Frame

Weaponry
† Bone Arm Blade
† Claws

Quotes
“I’ve been Hell’s lapdog for centuries and nothing good has ever come of it.”

Theme Song​

Ariss Mysilia​
Description
Name
Ariss Mysilia

Title
Ariss the Corrupter
The Pale Lady

Role
Second-In-Command – Raven’s Edge

Age
6382

Gender
Female

Race
Blood Demon

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Height
Human – 5’2”
Demon – 6’2”

Weight
Human – 126 lbs
Demon – 176 lbs

Hair Color
White

Eye Color
Red

Scars
None

Distinguishing Features
Clan mark located on left shoulder, wings turned inwards towards spine.
History
Ariss often spent her time in the mortal realm, serving as a corruptive agent of hell. During her interactions with humans, Ariss would often plant seeds of doubt, jealousy, and lust into the hearts of mortals. With her powers and pale figure, Ariss was often mistaken for a vampire though she never bothered to correct or deny these claims. This earned her the title “The Pale Lady” to be shared with over generations and it’s because of this, Ariss never stayed in one location for too long.

While in the mortal realm, Ariss lived a life full of grandeur – a much better living than if she were stuck in hell with other demons. Of course this was all possible due to her powers and her usefulness to hell on the surface world. She served hell well, until the day came that several groups of demons escaped hell’s fiery grasp; Ariss was one among many sent to recover the disloyal bastards.

She never asked questions when capturing traitors but for some reason, Ariss seemed enthralled by Lecarhn and his story was worth hearing. You could say it was akin to love at first sight, though the two would never openly admit their relationship – at least not yet. If the forces of hell were to find out something like that their love would turn into a weakness for both of them.
Personality
Likes
† Silver
† Fruits
† Blood
† Opera Music
† Classical Music

Dislikes
† Non-Haven Humans
† Hell Demons
† Politics
† Sour Things

Fears
† Having children
† Fall of Haven
† Dragged back to Hell

Phobias
Thalassophobia – Fear of the sea
Achluophobia – Fear of darkness
Merinthophobia – Fear of being bound or tied up

Hobby
† Writing

Talent
† Singing
Powers & Abilities
Passive Abilities
High Pain Threshold – She causes bodily harm to herself constantly and has built up a tolerance to pain.
Corruptive Blood – Ariss’s blood often ‘corrupts’ humans, meaning that if a human were to partake in her blood they would have urges that would otherwise remain under control – the urges usually have to do with one or more of the seven deadly sins.

Weaponry
Blood Whip
Blood Shards

Powers
Blood Manipulation – Ariss uses her own blood to use as a weapon, able to harden and sharpen the blood into shards or her favorite weapon a whip. Though she can use the blood of others, she has not since she left the service of Hell.

Enthrallment – Ariss transfers some of her blood to a human, temporarily making them heed her beck and call.

Blood Flow Sense – Ariss is able to see or hear the flow of blood within a body, allowing her to detect one or several living bodies within a short radius – no more than 10 feet.

Weaknesses
Low Blood Volume – Ariss needs to feed on blood when her supply has run low, though she would never ‘feed’ on members of the city she often leaves the city to replenish her blood volume – though this rarely happens.

Dead Man’s Blood – If Ariss is injected with a dose of a corpse’s blood her abilities are limited in their capabilities. Ariss gets physically weaker until the blood has runs its course, she shows symptoms of nausea, vomiting, fatigue, and sluggishness.

Quotes
“I have committed almost every sin there is...even the likes of me desires redemption.”

Theme Song​


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  • Yasuo was always a talented warrior. He grew up in a Naga tribe, and his placement in their tribe was a warrior, a protector. He hated his position, wanting nothing but to live a peaceful, blood free life. However, fate seemed to have another plan for him. He made his family, and girlfriend, happy however and did his job. Skirmishes with demons who were looking for trouble was common, and often time resulted in the death of the troublesome trespasser. He felt dirty killing them, but eventually had to learn to deal with the regrettable feelings.


    Getting married and trying to establish a family was what he wanted most, however this didn’t seem to be in his cards, or so it seemed. His wife and his own families were killed, their village slaughtered by demons being sent by the lords to clear out the troublesome naga packs that weren’t submitting to their will. He fought as best he could, and killed many demon warriors, but his efforts weren’t enough. He could only manage to escape with his wife’s life and his own. In their retreat they managed to find demons who felt similarly to how he and his wife felt about the dreaded place they all once called home; hell. They flooded to the surface, escaping the clutches of their former masters and becoming free men.


    Things were good on the highly idealised surface, for a while. Some humans were hostile while others were friendly, though scared and worried. They lived some distance from the fearful ones, their interactions with the humans rare but not violent. Everything was fairly peaceful and nice, for a while. When they were settled and tried to establish the family they always wanted however, was when things started to go down hill.


    His poor other half suffered from fertility issues, and their many attempts at parenthood failed. It was heartbreaking, and he knew it was destroying his wife’s mental state. Yasuo wanted the best for his wife, she deserved the whole world and the huge family she wanted. He’d stay up late, holding her trembling figure as she mourned for their failed attempts and deceased babies. He remembers holding her hand as she’d lay eggs, only to soon find out they would never hatch.


    Their life seemed to get better however, when they finally had the perfect clutch. Their suffering seemed to be worth it! Or so it seemed for only a short period of time. The humans stabbed them in the back, attacking their home and killing almost their whole clutch. They could only save and protect two of their children, the others smashed and dead. He can never forget the sight of their fetus hanging out of their cracked eggs splattered across the floor.


    In protecting his wife and family, he received a nasty wound across his chest. They fled, slithering away for days. He had to push himself so hard all while having a nasty wound inflicted from holy weapons. Not to mention keeping their eggs alive. They established a new life in a cave, temporarily. Things were okay, he slowly healed and their children were born. Beautiful Fiazah and the handsome Naferan, Fiazah being the first to hatch out of the two, thus being the eldest. He had high hopes for them, and was finally a proud father. Things weren’t ideal, but they were great.


    Then the “incident” happened. Unlike his wife, he didn’t resent their child. He loved Fiazah, and knew it was not her fault From then on he knew she had power much like his, and they would have to keep an eye on her. Had he not been wounded, he may have been able to watch over the children properly and help out his poor wife. He could see even before the incident, that his wife’s mental state wasn’t the best, but the incident only worsened her decaying mind.


    Over time, he ran into the demons whom he fled with to the surface world. There was talk, all of them had some sort of experience with even humans being awful. Eventually all of them came into agreement on what was to be done. It was decided; it was time to build a place for demons much like them.




  • Fiazah’s childhood wasn’t ideal. She grew up in fairly nice homes, it wasn’t her dwelling spaces that were the issue, it was her mother. Mother seemed distant and uncaring. She’d get irritated with her, and would try to avoid her often. Fiazah was a cuddly child that simply wanted her parents’ affections, and any she wanted she’d have to receive from her father. She always remembered her father fondly, as they’d spend a lot of time together when mother didn’t get in their way.


    It was as she aged and when her siblings were born that her mother grew worse. Her mother absolutely adored her siblings, would spoil them rotten and spend a lot of time with them. She’d teach them ever so happily, while practically leaving Fiazah to do things by herself and only teaching her the bare minimum. Fiazah was smart, so she figured out eventually her siblings were the favorite. She was treated like the unwanted stepchild.


    In wasn’t until her teenhood did she realize that the mean behaviors her mother exhibited and the things she said to her were abusive. She thought maybe it was normal for mothers to be critical of your eating and weight habits, that it was okay for them to snoop through your stuff or constantly criticize your looks. She thought maybe her mother having her younger siblings be hard on her too, was just her mother’s way of toughening up her oldest child that was going to be the next leader. Maybe mom was just cold because she was teaching her patience and how to handle other people- Fiazah was used to making up excuses.


    After a while, excuses became blaming herself. Maybe she was gross and fat, maybe she was a terrible child who deserved getting picked on. No mother would encourage her other children to be mean to her first born just for the sake of it, right?


    She could only find comfort in her father. He was ever so busy though, constantly working and being a leader. He’d always perk up when he saw her though, and hug and pick her up. He never saw her chub as a problem, always said she was going to be a sturdy, strong leader! Even said not to feel bad, that even he was getting a little chubby. Paper pushing does that, he said. Her other siblings would always try to take his attention, and often times it worked, but he made sure to check on how Fiazah’s training was.


    Eventually, Fiazah started noticing her parents fighting. She over heard it one late night when she was sneaking off to the bathroom. Mom would complain that he was never home, always left alone with the kids and with “her”. Fiazah knew who she was talking about instantly. When mom brought it up, Yoru immediately took the opportunity to comment on how mother wasn’t doing well enough teaching Fiazah, and telling her to let go of the past. As it continued, she picked up that she did something wrong, something awful her mother could never forgive her for. Many questions were floating through her head. One thing's for sure, Fiazah needed to train harder and she had to investigate.


    A while after that, Father was stressing over a string of serial murders going on by some unknown demon. It kept him busy, trying to deal with all of it. It was causing unrest in their side of the city, understandably so too. The murders were gruesome, and they only became more frequent as the killer was binging and killing for pleasure, a sadist. What Fiazah found out quickly was that not even family could be trusted.


    She was training, getting better with her powers and trying to learn to control her acid better. That’s when Vincent showed up. It wasn’t that abnormal for him to come down to the training room, but ignored him at first, a big mistake; letting her guard down. They got into a fight eventually, him teasing her and Fiazah telling him to go away. It turned into a verbal spat, and eventually, it became physical.


    He attacked first, using a summoner's weapon to slash her chest. Falling to the ground in shock, astonished he would actually go through with hurting her. While she was down, and badly injured, he took advantage of her shock and for his sadistic amusement cut off the tip of her tail. Being filled with such strong emotions and pain, Fee was unable to control her powers after this blow. Acid had already been dripping from her mouth, a common reflex of hers whenever she was upset or emotionally compromised, but her body went into full survival mode and her jaw unhinged and she spewed acid from the glands within her mouth right on her brother.


    He tried to blast her with fire, but missed due to his vision being obstructed by a face full of acid. Eventually Fiazah blacked out from the pain, and when she awoke she was in the hospital, her father by her side. He had found her unconscious body and thrashing brother, coming to the training room to oversee Fiazah and help her practice as a surprise.


    AS she told him what happened, swearing it was the truth and fearful of what her mother would say. She knew mother would blame her for what happened, but father would understand her please. He knew, he understood. He admitted to her that his son- her brother- had been under investigation, secretly, for the murders, and his attack and attempt to kill Fiazah’s account only confirmed it. The way he attacked her and the maliciousness was similar to how the other girls he murdered had been attacked. Not to mention, the weapon. It was only a matter of time before the arrest would happen, and then the interrogation. This would only prove that it would happen sooner.


    Fiazah seeing the concern and love in her father’s face, hearing it in his voice- it hurt her to see him like that, but also she felt glad. She hadn’t felt so loved in a while. It was a great moment, until Navira stormed in and ruined it. She started yelling at Fiazah, blaming her for what happened, just going off on her. She called Fiazah a murder, saying how killing her first brother wasn’t enough but now she had to hurt her younger brother. Said the nastiest things Fiazah had ever heard uttered from her own parent’s mouth. Yasuo was in shock, but eventually he forced mother dearest to stop. Doctors came in too, wishing for this shouting fest to end and to check on their patient.


    After Fiazah was discharged from the hospital, Yasuo had arrangements for Fiazah to live in the tower with him. He lived at their home, yes, but most of the time, since he was so busy, he pretty much lived in his tower. It was so..peaceful. While political stuff could be tense, there wasn’t such a negative aura and she was never treated badly there. The staff were kind and friendly to her, and she was well taken care of.


    It wasn’t long during her stay there had she found out some things from her father. He took her under his wing specifically, because it was apparent her mother’s treatment of her was getting worse. He knew their relationship was always bad, but never did he realize it was this bad. The first night she was there, he talked to her about her mother’s..mental breakdown. The awful things she said, the accusations of murder. He never wanted her to find out, let alone find out this way. It hurt her to know she accidentally killed her brother, but knowing why her mother had acted so awful..it was nice to finally know in a sense, but yet almost seemed worse.


    From there on, she lived in the tower and trained properly. She started figuring out the life she lived wasn’t a good on prior to being in the tower, and started coming to terms with what happened.




  • Their roles weren’t much in hell. They had never been the bloodthirsty types that the lords so wanted; they being Nevira and Yasuo. His gentle nature and disapproval of the violence of abuse was what attracted her to him in the first place. It was practically love at first site, even though Nivera dislikes the notion of such myths, she tends to agree that’s what it was. He was- and still is- so beautiful and the gentlest soul she had encountered. It was surprising, given their location. The two of them lived in a colony of nagas that dwelled in the undergrounds of hell. They lived in caves and the rare pools of water.


    None of them had a position persay officially in hell, especially not her. She had been raised with more traditional culture, one could say. Their tribe of nagas didn’t like the debauchery, another reason why they lived in such seclusion. She was raised to become a wonderful mother and caretaker of a family. She was excited for motherhood, and eventually, hell was just not the place she wanted her little ones to endure.


    Her romance with Yasuo budded and thrived, their love coming to fruition and they were wed. It was small and sweet, but everything she wanted. After long days, they’d curl up together, literally, and keep each other warm. Hell wasn’t chilly by far, but their joint body heat was comforting and gentle.


    Eventually, the demons who challenged the peaceful lives they lived came through and destroyed the safe place they had, slaughtering many. Navira was not a violent woman, not until then. Never had she experienced such atrocities personally, seeing the people she loved so very much slaughtered; the homes they had built and thrived in destroyed.


    Her husband was a warrior, trained in combat, and he protected her as best he could. But when they were cornered, she had it. She couldn’t sit idly by and look pretty, she had to do something. She snapped, and her raw strength came out. She had always been too strong for her own good, breaking stuff often, but never had she realized the full extend of her dominating strength. The demons’ bones snapped like branches with the ease of cutting butter with a hot knife.


    The bloodshed was nauseating. She and her husband were alone, with no place to call home or living family members. Other Naga tribes were very closed off, cliches; understandably so. Eventually, her husband ran into demons with like minds as them, and they retreated to the surface world. She had heard myths about it being a clean place without the bloodshed and heartache hell was filled with.


    They were so different from humans, so different they were regarded as some sort of spirit.For a while, they lived in harmony. Navira and her husband lived in the woods, a bit far from the humans. Whenever they ran into them, they were feared, but generally left alone. Navira’s natural curiosity made her want to know more about humans, and eventually humans realized neither her nor her husband were anything to fear. Just large snake people, in their eyes.


    She and her husband found peace in the woods. It was beautiful and filled with thriving nature, it was all so grand. They started trying for a family, wanting to fulfil what her parents had wanted for her and her heart’s dream. It didn’t go as planned, however. Faux pregnancies, fertility issues, dead eggs. Many issues ensued, and with every bad clutch, her mental state frayed and shattered. She wanted give up, thinking her body was cursed with infertility or having cursed eggs. Then finally, their efforts came to fruition once more, and they had eggs that lived. A whole batch of seven eggs. Elated, they excitedly awaited the children they had made.


    One day however, their excitement became mourning. The humans betrayed them, coming through and hunting them down as if they were savage beasts. They stormed their house and smashed all but two eggs. Navira could only save two of her babies, and she fled with her husband. They weren’t unscathed, her poor husband receiving a nasty wound across his chest.


    They fled and made a temporary home in a cave far, far from the humans. She tended to her husband's wound and took care of her incubating children. When her children were finally born, she was elated. She was scared they wouldn’t make it, but her tough little ones survived and were born. Unfortunately, her dream for her children to thrive in a world without conflict and hate wouldn’t come true. At least they all had each other though. Things were becoming happy again.


    That was until the dreaded day, the day they do not speak of. She had given life to two children, a girl and boy. Fiazah, the girl, and Naferan, the boy. They were a perfect set, or so she thought. She had left them alone for only a few minutes, they were toddlers. It was a grave mistake, the biggest mistake she had made; leaving him alone with her. Fiazah’s powers manifested earlier, getting her strength from her father. The wretched child had been playing with her brother when something happened and they fought. She was coming to check on them when she started hearing screams of pain. Fiazah’s venom and acid came in early, and with how potent and dangerous a baby naga’s venom, let alone acid, was..


    Now they were down to one child. A murderer. Navira grew to hate Fiazah, Their sense of paradise and happiness was lost again, the child she had worked so hard to have was gone all because of her. She begrudgingly took care of her, her hatred for the child growing steadily over the years.

 
Name
Sindisia ‘Cinder’ Arioch
(Human) (Demon)

Age
8,947

Gender
Female

Race
Demon

Sexuality
Omnisexual

Height
6’7

Weight
197lb

Hair Color
Black

Eye Color
Golden

Scars
Body is covered in self mutilation scars, as per the beginnings of her experiments

Birthmarks
A burning halo over their right shoulder


Distinguishing Features
The Tattoo of a Torturer- A mark that every member of the Wrathful Torturer’s wore when inducted into the Position. The Skull is at their shoulder, the snake has its body wrapped around the arm, with the snake’s head at the palm of her hand.

Role
Leader of Clan Bloody Moon

Bio
Knowledge is power.

That was the defining quality of Cinder's life. Born from a family of demons in service to the Great Demon of Vengeance itself, Arioch, They sought to follow in his example after he passed on. Cinder always had a heart of curiosity, always seeking the endless answers to the ever-mounting questions. Her skills at torture were the result of this- Always looking for what hurt the most, what did the most damage, what could kill. However, as with all who pursue a singular path, they always reach a dead end. She had found all she could on how best to torture and to kill, but now, she had nothing else to strive for. No question seeking an answer.

Cinder's everyday life soon became....boring, bland in comparison. She felt she wasn't advancing, thus felt stagnate, without direction or a lead. That was, until she met the Demon known as Lecarhn. For whatever reason, his beliefs and ideology caused her to stand in place, thinking over. It wasn't too long before Cinder realized that the mentality Lecarhn had shown lead to many new possibilities. Knowledge that could be gained in other ways, other routes that her curiosity could be satisfied by. So, acting upon her desires and pure selfish reasoning, she aided Lecarhn in securing his freedom, along with that of many other demons.

Cinder soon found herself breathing Earth's air for the first time in her life- The sights, the sounds, the colors.....all endless possibilities, new things to be understood. Her knowledge had eventually managed to help aid the Demon's that traveled this world- Ironic that, by knowing how to cause them pain, she knew exactly how to treat their wounds. She sought to expand her knowledge on medicine further, and with time spent on earth, absorbed Humanities knowledge like a sponge. She could not help it- There was so much to learn, and a demon, she practically lived forever, so there was no reason to stop.

She had her hand in various incidents on earth- She used Chlorine Gas on an entire city, She was a scientist for Nazi's, she worked on the Manhattan Project, She watched Agent Orange be used on the Vietnamese, and various other atrocities known to man. All the while working as a savior to Demon Kind, using her ever advancing knowledge to ensure the survival of her species on earth. Equal side Killer and Healer, Mother and Monster, she is the embodiment of a two sided coin- Just as much as she could be a jovial person, she can be harsh and cruel the next second.

When she became the Leader of Bloody Moon, she had a renewed purpose before her- Advance their city beyond Humanity, and ensure their dominance in the world, along with the survival of the Surface Demon. To that end, she has taken the technological level of humanity and combined it with her own demonic knowledge, advancing Haven as a whole farther than any of Earth's human cities. Her Clan are that of scholars and scientists, ensuring that Haven is protected and secured by any means, even if that meant performing acts of cruelty on those that would dare oppose them. She has recently begun studying Holy-magic, hoping to find a proper counter-measure to it.

She must know the answer- That single drive pushes her forward.

Likes
Books
Reading
Games
Food
Learning
Teaching
Experimenting
Torturing

Dislikes
Boredom
Distractions
Humanity
Stagnation
Not having the answers
Pork (She just...never can stand the taste)

Hobbies
Experimenting
Watching Cyber-Knight Battles
Reading a Classic Novel
Enjoying a good meal

Pet Peeves
People insulting her intellect
People Cutting her off when she is speaking
Putting in Milk before cereal
Wearing Socks with Sandel's
Losing her cookies in her milk (That is annoying)

Phobias
Nostophobia/Ecophobia- The Fear of returning home.

Passive Abilities
Inhuman/Enhanced Intellect
Demon Physiology
Low Level Regeneration

Weaponry
Wrist Mounted Computer
Titanium Alloy Sword
Energy Bow

Weaknesses
~Her Abilities are centered around Support, not standalone combat. Though a capable fighter on her own, she relies on being in a group.
~Her Abilities in Technomancy Require her to have a direct connection to a technical device. As such, if her wrist mounted computer were to be damaged, she'd be left without her best weapon.
~Besides Experience in the field, she has no existing combat training. Her skills with a weapon are meant for torture and weakening, not singular fights
~Like with her Technomancy abilities, to use her Energy Manipulating abilities, she has to have a direct connection to object she is siphoning energy from. She also has to be careful with taking energy, as too much can cause her body to overload, which can severely harm her.


Powers
Energy Manipulation
Technomancy
Weapon Creation​

~Leader Ability: Cleansing Beam~
Using the concentrated energy of the Moons Light, Sindisia can create a beam of energy from the sky to rain down on the Earth, scorching the ground and (nearly) anything with it. Sindisia has taken to calling it the Cleansing Light.

Talents
Complete Knowledge of Human Scientific Understanding
Knowledge of Various Torture Methods
Adept Understanding of Futuristic Technology
Medical Professional
Eidetic Memory

Quotes
"The Smartest Human on Earth once said to never stop questioning. If all of humanity lived by his example, then this world would be a paradise."

"Every Atom of our bodies, from the lowest Human to Princes of Hell, were born from the energies of a star. I must understand how!"

"The day I stop learning, that I stop being capable of understanding, that I cannot progress any further, is the day that I die."

Theme Song


Other
She loves Fiazah as if she were her own Daughter. She does her best to act as a mentor towards the young woman.​
 
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Tristan Grigori Draca-King




- BASIC

Age:
Human - 28
True - 9,960

Gender:
Male

Race:
Demon Dullahan
Headless Horseman

Sexuality:
Straight

Position:
Governor/Guardian of the Neutral area and Provider to Haven

- PERSONAL THINGS

Likes and Dislikes

  • - Ex-wife
    - Sweets
    - Children
    - Helping
    - Horseback riding(obviously)
    - Observing the others
    - Pumpkin carving
    - Sightseeing
    - Protecting others


Hobbies and Pet Peeves

  • - Visiting his wife’s grave
    - Admiring art
    - Singing to himself
    - Painting
    - Writing
    - Taking care of his horse
    - Looking out for those who seem suspicious


HISTORY
Tristan was born in Hell to a very large crime Dullahan Demon family. The King Family. Tristan was no different from the men in his family. However, at the age of 240, he had no choice but to become the new head of the King Family after his father, Cornelius, disappeared and his mother, Marilla, was killed in front of Tristan. In order for him to take the role and become the leader they needed, the family placed an emotional concealment spell on the young child. Hiding away all his emotions except the negative ones. Cold, ruthless, evil. He fed off the negativity and drove him to be the perfect leader and ruthless killer, killing his first victim at the age of 390. As the years past, he was often described as heartless to those were seen his work. Killing anyone who dared get in his way, many would say he enjoyed it. He would even go after the Seven's enemies and make them pay for their treason. He placed them in a deep ditch and watched as each one starved to death or slaughtered a fellow soldier just to have food. To prove the job was done, he would return the head of the commander of the armor that was left behind.

Tristan's reputation continued to grow as the ruthless killer, going after anyone who crossed him. Many feared him and his punishments; so when it came time for him to wed and have an heir, there weren't that many suitors. Since his emotions were concealed heavily, love was never experienced. When the suitors were chased away by either his emotionless state or crude ways to solving problems, the family had to fix it. The spell was removed and a float of emotions overwhelmed the young leader. He didn't know how to fully process them so he hid in his room. He stayed there for months on end before running off to try and clear his head. Of course, this only made his state worse, people reacting to him with fear and trying to chase him off. This led him to unintentionally lash out and kill those around him. At his wit's end, he contemplated suicide.

It was at this point, he met Omylia Draca, a young Demon Dullahan keeper of knowledge and the only member left in the Draca bloodline. While she was also afraid of him, she could tell he needed help. In a short time, the two became inseparable. He would go and see her and she would go and see him. This continued for many centuries, the family was more than happy to see Tristan had finally found someone who loved him. The two ended up marrying not long after with Omylia taking Tristan's last name. After the marriage, Tristan's family tried to place the concealment spell back on him, wanting for him to return to the ruthless leader he was before. But Omylia refused to allow Tristan to be manipulated in such a way, demanding he remained the way he was. The family was furious, declaring Omylia unfit to be a leader. Almost forcing the spell onto Tristan until he lashed out towards them. Showing the King family the true wrath of a Head. The King members never placed the spell on Tristan, allowing him to live his life the way he wanted.

Tristan enjoyed the many, many years of peace with his kin and Omylia. Even meeting one of her closest friends, Sindisia, whom Tristan still questions greatly to this day. While life was going well, Tristan wanted Omylia to have a better life, one she never got to experience, so he lavished her. Giving her whatever she needed without question. While she didn't like being spoiled, she loved the attention he was giving her. Their love continued to grow, eventually making Omylia pregnant with his child. Tristan's life was perfect until war broke out within the land. People were fighting each other, causing the family to split in two. Tristan and Omylia lead the cause to reunite the people of his land and people.

[To be Contined]

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- ABILITIES

Powers:
Siren Song
Unlike the King Family, Tristan was born with Siren Song. He is able to enchant those with his voice, he has to be careful and not try to bring harm to those who are around him. He also sings to children when they are around him, he used to sing for his wife before she died. While it doesn't work on the Founders or other demons who are of a higher level, it does make a soothing melody.

Pumpkin Manipulation - Semi-Omniscience
Tristan can manipulate pumpkins. He can use the pumpkins as a way to attack others by throwing them or having them form teeth and bite their victims. However, they can also be used for Semi-Omniscience. Tristan has created a complex network of spy pumpkins. Spy pumpkins can be used to see all around Haven, allowing Tristan to see what is going on. The pumpkins can be destroyed and ruin his vision of that part of Haven.

Whip Manipulation
Tristan can manipulate whips at will.

Empathic Darkness Manipulation
Empathic Fire Manipulation
Access and Occlusion
Animal Manipulation

Passive Abilities:
Head Liberation
Unlike all demons, Tristan is able to lose his head and work well without it. He can also remove his head at will since he can throw it at others. His head can be knocked off when he has to go and find it. However, this has its drawbacks. He loses his sight, taste, and smell. Also, he will be forced to use other methods to see until he can get his head back.

Alpha Dullahan Physiology
As head of the Draca Family, he is the strongest of the Dullahans.

Enhanced Vision - Telescopic Vision
While he may not be on the level of the Founders, Tristan's eyesight is very strong, making his a very useful guardian and watcher. Of course, this is only useful if he has his head on or near him. If he loses his head, he can't use this sense.

Enhanced Speed
Faster than the rest of his kin, Tristan can outrun most if not all of his kin, whether it be on his horse or on foot.

Talents:
~ Singing
~ Dancing
~ Good with animals
~ Pumpkin carving
~ Good listener

Weaponry:
~ Magic Pumpkinhead
~ Bone Whip
~ Claymore
~ Clawed Gauntlets

Fighting Style:
Horseman
Fighting while on his horse.

Dual/Swordsman
Fights with his clawed gauntlets and claymore when he is in close combat.

Whipman
He uses his whip when the fight is a medium or long range.

- MISC

Notable Possessions:
- The black armor crafted by his ex-wife
- A necklace he refused to take off
- Whip made of bone

Fears:
- Showing emotion
- Showing weakness
- Being vulnerable
- Gold
- Losing his friends
- Losing more family member

Phobias:
- Aurophobia
- Eremophobia(secret)

Quotes:
Friends always have each others' backs. No matter how odd they act towards one another.
Tristan Draca

A leader must be able to level-headed at all times, conceal your emotions. They will only get in the way.
Tristan Draca

Sometimes hiding how you feel can help you very much.
Tristan Draca

Theme Song:
I Will Be There - Thomas Borchert feat. Brandi Burkhardt
I Walk Alone - Tarja Turunen

Other:
- Tristan's family last name is King.
- Tristan took his wife's last name in order to remember her.
- While he will answer to King, Tristan prefers Draca.
- Tristan's pumpkin can change its facial expressions and speaks with a ghostly voice.
- Tristan's emotionless state is the result of him losing his wife.
- Tristan can understand sign language.

PHSYICAL TRAITS
Height:
Human - 7'11
True - 11'10

Weight:
Enough

Hair Color:
Human - White
True - None

Eye Color:
Human - Red
True - Depends on his mood

Scars, If Any:
Under his armor, there are large scars scattered over his back and chest. There is a very large scar on his chest, it is the most recent one.

Birthmarks:
A star shape in the back of his neck

Distinguished Features:
- A pumpkin head in demon form
- Snow white hair in human form
- Shimmering blood red eyes
- In his demon form, the fire coming out of the pumpkin can change colors depending on his mood.
- Deformed claws
- Sharp features
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    Celeus De Angulis
    Age
    7283

    Gender
    Male

    Race
    Banished Demon

    Sexuality
    Heterosexual

    Height
    Human - 5'10''
    Demon - 6'5''

    Weight
    Human - 195lb
    Demon - 244lb

    Hair Color
    Platinum White

    Eye Color
    Ice Blue

    Scars
    Celeus has two massive ‘x’ shaped slashes across his back as well as his chest that burn every once in awhile.

    Birthmarks
    N/A

    Distinguishing Features
    Behind his left ear on his neck, he has a small black cross-like tattoo.
    His clan symbol resides on his left shoulder.

    Role
    Founder of the Black Rose clan.    ​


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    Avaddon De Angulis
    Age
    3101

    Gender
    Male

    Race
    Banished Demon

    Sexuality
    Heterosexual

    Height
    Human - 5'7''
    Demon - 6'3''

    Weight
    Human - 207lb
    Demon - 234lb

    Hair Color
    Black

    Eye Color
    Faded Silver

    Scars
    N/A

    Birthmarks
    The symbol resides within his left eye.

    Distinguishing Features
    Avaddon has three marks that go down his left eye that appears to look almost as though they were in the shape of swords.
    On the center of his back, he has a symbol that spreads across to his shoulder blades that has a single mark down in the middle where he is highly vulnerable to being attacked and stunned temporarily.
    His clan symbol resides on the back of his left palm.

    Role
    Son of the Founder.    ​
 
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