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║✣║Full Name║✣║ Sebastian Stiles Crane
{Nickname} Other names that he goes by are Stiles and Bash. He doesn't care what you call him.
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║✣║Age║✣║ Sebastian is twenty years old.
║✣║Gender║✣║ He is one hundred percent male.
║✣║Date of Birth║✣║ December 17, 2004
║✣║Sexuality║✣║ Heterosexual
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║✣║Legion║✣║ He is not part of a legion but the demon inside of him is a friend of one of the demon leaders hence why it was put inside of Bash.
║✣║Species║✣║ Sebastian is human but a while back a demon was placed inside of him by a demon leader. The demon side has more power over his body than he does.
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║✣║History║✣║
Bash met the love of his life at a very young age. He was about thirteen year old and the supernaturals were still in control. Although they had no freedoms and were constantly in danger Lydia and Stiles made every second count. It was like they were attached at the hip. Both of their parents had died the year the supernaturals took over so they only had themselves. The first year was tough because they tried to keep everything normal. Two years later the five year war began and their lives had changed forever.
Nothing was the same anymore. All laws and rules were abolished. It was every man for himself as we tried to kill every last parasite that plagued our land. Bash attempted to stay out of the fights and brawls for Lydia's sake. She just wanted peace. She thought that everyone could get along if only we just tried. But Stile's family was killed by the supernaturals and he wanted revenged. He left the love of his life for ten minutes to go help his neighbors get rid of some vampires and when he returned one had gotten into their house. Lydia was on the floor bled out. He was completely broken. She had devoted herself to trying to make peace work even if she got hurt because of it, and he couldn't let go of his rage. Now because of him she is gone. The love of his life is gone.
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║✣║Other║✣║ This video is a collection of Sebastian's memories. To fully understand him you'll have to watch it. (( http://youtu.be/2rGt2NeyN6k ))
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✧ ▒✧ ▒ Bɪᴏʟᴏɢʏ - As of right now, in this twisting turning life of hers, Lisette is seventeen years of age. December twenty-third was the date of her birth, taking place just two days before Christmas day. It was a busy time for her mother and father, full of days spent fretting over their child's birth and worrying over the holiday season.
➣ [ Lisette Iberia ] - 19 Years Old - Female - Hybrid - Straight♢ | "ɪ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴅᴀʏʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ﹒"
✧ ▒ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ - At the moment, Lisette isn't in a relationship, and she hasn't been ever since she'd had her first boyfriend, a boy by the name of Travis. Since that moment, she hasn't had the want to be in another relationship. As a matter of fact, she's been avoiding the idea of being with another person, all those memories coming back to haunt her. She'd much rather just stay away for the moment and keep to herself. She doesn't need to be getting involved with anyone in the middle of the the apocalypse. Bad idea right there.
✧ ▒ Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs - It is very rare to have demons placed inside of you. The only way is if you've come closed to death and you are completely empty inside. Like you have no want to live, and the demon putting the other demon inside of you must be a demon legion leader. There are only three humans with demons inside of them, because for a leader to do the deed they have to give up some of there power and give it to the human and demons are too obsessed with power to do that.✦ █ Dɪsᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ - Sarcastic | Intelligent | Inquisitive | Inelegant | Dishonest
▸ ɪ ᴅᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ғɪʀᴇ. ᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴍʏ sᴏᴜʟ, ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴀʀ.
❋ ║ Black hair and blue eyes -- the mark of an Iberia's daughter. A mid-height stature of five foot five marks the standings of this young woman of seventeen years old, and her weight matches just that middle ground. She's never been too overweight; rather, she's been underweight most of her life, only ever reaching her current size of a hundred and fifteen pounds. Her choice in clothing is one of uniqueness, one unmatched by most others that cross her path. Nonetheless, she isn't a stranger to dressing in comfy clothing, hating the idea of wearing anything of pristine quality. Dresses are definitely not her cup of tea.
➥ Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅ© Aʟʟ Rɪɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ Fɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ Iɴᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs(view spoiler)
Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: (view spoiler)
‟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ's ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴡɪsᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ „‹ ＩＳＲＡＥＬ ＣＡＰＲＩＣＥ ＤＥＭＡＲＣＨＥ ›☱ Israel is a Biblical given name. The patriarch Jacob was given the name Israel (Hebrew: יִשְׂרָאֵל, Standard Yisraʾel Tiberian Yiśrāʾēl; "Triumphant with God", "who prevails with God") after he wrestled with the angel (Genesis 32:28 and 35:10) The name already occurs in Eblaite and Ugaritic texts as a common name. Commentators differ on the original literal meaning. Some say the name comes from the verb śarar ("to rule, be strong, have authority over"), thereby making the name mean "God rules" or "God judges". Other possible meanings include "the prince of God" (from the King James Version) or "El fights/struggles". "The Jewish Study Bible" of Oxford University Press says on page 68 "The scientific etymology of Israel is uncertain, a good guess being '[The God] El rules.'" Jacob's descendants came to be known as the Israelites, eventually forming the tribes of Israel and ultimately the kingdom of Israel, from whence the name of modern day Israel.
☲ Caprice as a girl's name is pronounced ka-PREESE. It is of English, French and Italian origin, and the meaning of Caprice is "whimsical, playful". From Italian "capriccio" which originally referred to a feeling of horror causing the hair to stand on end (in Italian "capo riccio", meaning "hedgehog head"). The word later became associated with Italian "capra", referring to the goat, an animal whose sudden changes in direction and jumps indicate capriciousness. Also hence the musical term.
☴ Demarche has come to refer either to a line of action; move; countermove; maneuver, esp. in diplomatic relations, or formal diplomatic representation of the official position, views, or wishes on a given subject from one government to another government or intergovernmental organization.
‹ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ-ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ | ☩ | ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ | ☩ | 21 ›
Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ|| Harlem, New York
Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ|| Januaryd Third, Twelve Eleven PM
Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ sɪɢɴ|| ♑ Capricon(view spoiler)
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ|| Pansexual :: sexual attraction, sexual desire, romantic love, or emotional attraction toward people of all gender identities and biological sexes.
Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs|| Single :: Open to RequestsBɪᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴡᴇʙʙɪɴɢ⇥ Demon
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▪ Israel can confidently say that she doesn't like her appearance half as much as people would like to believe. She isn't fixated on her looks, either. However, most view the physical portion of things to be more appealing than most.
▪ Reaching a point of five feet and five inches, she's about average height or so. Her weight is just about as equal to average at a nice hundred and thirty pounds. She's rather slender, in all respects. While she isn't a buxom young lady, she makes for that with impeccable legs and a face of gold. Narrow shoulders lead up into a somewhat short neck that ends in an ovoid visage.
▪ Israel has a somewhat dark skin pigmentation. While she is still light skinned, it's quite clear that she is of a Middle-Eastern descent. Her features are smooth and round. Glossy black tendrils of hair slide down to just past her shoulders, framing her face in delicate curls. Her lips are a light shade of blush, though a little pale. Her oculars are a hazy brown hue towards the pupils, but spread out into a blurred and dull dirty green color.
▪ Her voice is low and soft, and you might have trouble hearing her speak. She isn't one to raise her voice either, so for her words to be heard with a distinctive accent, you have to lean in close. While this may not be the most desired situation for her, she's still working on changing it.☛ Stands at five feet and five inches
☛ Weighs roughly a hundred and thirty pounds
☛ Hair is glossy black
☛ Skin has a somewhat dark skin pigmentation
☛ Vocally is low and soft
☛ An added mark is a jagged scar from left eyebrow to right cheek
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▪ The entirety of her style is a reflection of both her position and militant views. Most of her clothing is made from materials that are light-weight, and are constructed in a manner that allows for freed movement. She prefers pants and boots, decked with uniform jackets and tops, as well as the occasional weapon.
There will come a time, however, in which she dons clothing that is slightly more relaxed. Then, she picks grungy prints and patterns with bracelets galore, but still maintains a certain air of authority.✦ █ Sᴛᴏɪᴄ | ᴍᴇᴛʜᴏᴅɪᴄ | ɢʀᴀᴄᴇғᴜʟʟʏ ᴀɢɢʀᴇssɪᴠᴇ | ᴏᴠᴇʀ-ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ | ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏɴsᴛɪᴘᴀᴛᴇᴅ
‟ ɪ'ᴍ sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴜɴɢᴇᴏɴ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ „Lacking in the emotional department has always been an easy point for Israel. She's very good at hiding them, usually keeping it all bottled up or having none of them at all. Some might remark that she seems more like a robot than an actual living being, and she's completely fine with that comparison. Although, she might be slightly confused, since her sense of pretty much everything might seem a little different to everyone around her.
Israel likes to do things certain way. She has a strict routine to how she works through out the day, but also has a particular way of dealing with any issues that may arise. It's borderline strategic in a very rigid sort of way, with very little flexibility for changes. One could say that this is an asset to her position, allowing her to get through problems in a second, with little to no effort.
Putting it simply, there's a grace to her manner of aggression. She isn't outright physical with her aggression, but she isn't limited exclusively to her words, either. There's a physicality to her wording that just...intimidates. Actually, gracefully aggressive is just the pretty term some soldiers use to describe how completely intimidating she is to them.
There's always been a big sisterly, or motherly, way to how protective Israel is. She's bent on keeping a select few people safe, and often times, she knows how excessive she's being. Her robot like emotion settings just go haywire when she realizes that someone might be worth looking after, and hence has her in a mode of protectiveness that kind of crowds people's spaces. She's not the best with her emotions, and it's simply her way of showing that she cares in any way.
Emotional displays are not Israel's forte. She, in fact, has the worst case of emotional backup that anyone could have. Her way of showing someone that she cares is usually by watching them for several days before giving a handcrafted weapon that can maim and/or kill, even if the person has no clue how to use it. Those moments when feelings are supposed to be shared are passed off by a confused expression, or just her having some excuse to leave. Really, emotions are hard for her to work with.
⇣ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ⇣
⇡ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ⇡➥ Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅ© Aʟʟ Rɪɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ Fɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ Iɴᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs
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Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: (view spoiler)
‟ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ ᴅʀᴀɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ's ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ „
Long before she was born, Israel's parents had been in the business of slaughter.
Her father was human, and any person who knew a demon had to know that he wasn't qualified to so much as look at the high level demon her mother was. That is, until they saw just how much chaos he could cause. He had an aversion to human beings, but and affinity for human flesh. A combination like that was bound to draw attention to him, especially when he had begun to pursue what he so desired. When he happened upon a demon over his latest marked prey, he was pissed and impressed all at once.
It just so happened that the woman he'd come to fall in love with was a leader of many hellish creatures. In place of having a child of their own, her mother placed a soul within an infant and let it go from there. Her peers found her to be lacking in many ways, and as any young demon would, tortured her endlessly. That was how it was for her until she turned eight. Her body matured faster than those around her, and she looked more as if she were sixteen than eight. She was getting faster, stronger, better than the rest.
And then she developed an appetite for more than life force.Word reached her parents faster than she'd thought. The stranger thing in this, besides her obvious tendency of cannibalism, was that her parents were proud. They'd suspected that she was one of those abominations for a long time, the kind that was all for the safety of humans. (They were actually very right in that regard because the demon she ate had been attacking a human girl.) So, for her to display some sort of horrendous tendency was like her growing out of a moody phase. She was happy they approved, but kept the motives for her meals under wraps.The bloody mound of flesh in her hands glistened in the light. She blinked, obsidian seeping into her eyes. Standing upright, Israel noted that she was slightly taller than the red haired female before her. She could smell the chemicals in her hair, stinging at her nostrils. She snorted lightly, glancing over the girl once more."The fuck are you doing!?"
"What's it look like; eating."
The girl took a step back, eyes wide with anger and terror. Israel wasn't sure what she could say as the demonic spawn flung herself towards the door. She only knew that there would be more of them coming back, and that she was so terribly hungry. She blinked again, her eyes returning to normal as she turned her attention back to the husk of a corpse. It wasn't human, she reminded herself vaguely, it was a demon. The grotesque twisting of the limbs had been her doing, when she'd taken the first bite. It was still squirming then, fighting against the ravenous creature that stood over it now.
There was a banging behind her, the door opening again. She continued to stare down at the body as they pulled her back. Thirst and hunger gnawed at her insides, turning everything topsy-turvy. She could still taste the sweet copper and sulfur on her tongue, still feel the pull of flesh against her lips and teeth. Her captors shoot jeers and rebukes as she let herself be dragged away.
They were next, anyways.
She became notorious, a villain among villains. Her parents basked in the glory of her fame while she rotted into despair. She wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to go on with the ruse of being so bad, but she continued no less. However, she began to change her dietary habits to that of a human. The change went unnoticed, as her parents had assumed it simply part of her adjusting to a new life in her time to wreck havoc on the Chinese Triad within the area. It went smoothly, as it usually did for her, until her parents realized what was going on. At least, she assumed they'd only recently caught on, when really they'd known for some time.Her parents didn't let her go without a fight. They had made their choice, just as she had made hers. She felt nothing when she shoved the sword down her father throat, or when she swung it towards her mother. She saw red, and heard a hollow nothing. She was made to move on autopilot, instinct taking over. Fight or flight; life or death.She realized too late what they were implying. She didn't notice that this was the stop they'd used before to execute one of the kin before. They were two stories up, high enough for her to fall and do some minor damage. Her pulse raced as she glanced around, spotting the dark figures of her kin slinking through the shadows as the sun set. The orange-gold rays cast a fiery glow to the scene, heightening the glowing of eyes as they observed her coldly."You're too dangerous to have around."
"You've got to be joking; I'm harmless!"
Her first instinct was to plead with them, but she knew that would only make her seem weak. The next was to talk her way out, but she had never been one of the cunning and sly demons. She was all physical, a mess of pain, blood, and death. She counted the number of adversaries silently, trembling when she stopped. These were all demons who had been part of her family, the family that was going to kill her.
There, in the fading light, she made her choice. They no longer wanted her, and were going to rid themselves of the threat she posed. She had never been like them, and now she would make her escape like she'd always dreamed. At fifteen years old, she was capable of this endeavor, she realized. She'd make it. With this renewed hope, a hope she'd thought had left her, she attacked.
When it was over, she began to feel the pain of the wounds she was given, both mentally and physically. Her mother and her family were gone, leaving her father and the corpses behind. They had declared vengeance before fleeing, before turning tail and running. Blood dripped down her face, covering her eyes. She had to close them to keep them clear, blinking constantly as she staggered away.
She was marked as a target, a wanted woman.The war started the same year she ran away.‟ ʟɪғᴇ ɪs ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ, ᴀ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ „
She had been too wrapped up in her own problems to notice that people were dying, that there was so much bloodshed. She assumed it was her mother coming after her, killing everyone she came into contact with. She restricted her movements to the night, sticking close to the shadows as she had always been taught in times like these. That was how she got her first glimpse of the war.
She realized that they were soldiers, moving in unison to attempt to take down the threats those of supernatural origins posed. She was caught in a turbulent war of her own, deciding on who she would even so much as dare to save, or who she would leave for dead. She let this war continue, until she was caught.The soldier took several steps back, and his comrades filled in the space he left behind. She could see the set fear and determination, and she recognized it. It must have been on her own face. She was going to leave unscathed, she told herself, she would leave them alone and be on her way. That didn't seem likely, though. Not with the way they pointing their weapons at her. They were set on watching her die, watching her bleed out. Or they were going to try to get information she didn't have out of her. One of them moved forward, and her attention snapped over to him."Holy fuck! Sir, it's a demon; they sent one!"
She could see, she noted with horror, how young he was. They must have gotten desperate, she supposed, because he looked as old as she might have been. Two years had passed since the start of the war, and the humans were losing. Even she, who tried to stay out of it as much as possible, knew they were going to lose. She locked eyes with him, almost pleading with him. He wavered, lowering his gun. Shooting a glance over to his comrades, she realized he was on her side. Or, at least didn't want to kill her as much as the others.
He pulled back his helmet, lifted his gun skyward, and shot into the air. His comrades, distracted, looked up at him quickly. It was all the time she needed to escape, and so she did.
A month passed, and she found him again. He wasn't on the usual patrol, or any at all. He was a civilian now, stripped of his duty for possible cause of insanity. Or at least that was what he told her to make her feel better. Her never explained why they had to keep hiding, or why he was even with her. She knew that there was something about him that she couldn't quite explain. Something that she had never quite felt before. She only learned it was love when he professed the same emotion towards her a year after they had begun traveling together.
The two of them were happy, content even with having to be on the run. They were together, and that was all that mattered. They worried about nothing until it was imminent, cried only for one another. They moved as a single being, working in a terrifying unison. Until she lost him.He gave her one last grin before taking off, hand raised in a short wave. He hadn't been gone for more than five minutes before she heard it. The scraping of metal, the stomping of feet, the clicking of guns as they were being prepared. Their safe house had been breached, and they'd have to move. She went through the drill they'd done so many times before, shoving essentials into bags."If anything happens, you know what to do."
"Be safe; I'll be right back, promise."
She realized that Ryker was still out there. He was armed, but outnumbered. He was human, and he would die. This epiphany made her blood run cold, and violence suddenly seemed like an appealing thing to let loose. But the footsteps soon moved on. They most have found Ryker, she noted, and gave chase to them. She watched as they swarmed him, his face set in a grim mask of rage and worry, his eyes doing a wild dance as they searched for any sign that they might have hurt her. He glanced up and locked eyes with her, and that was the last she saw of him before they knocked him out.
She hadn't dared to scream, afraid he would be killed in any
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⇡ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ⇡➥ Tʜɪs ᴛᴇᴍᴘʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴍᴀʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘɪʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ғɪᴇɴᴅ© Aʟʟ Rɪɢʜᴛs Rᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ Fɪᴇɴᴅɪsʜ Iɴᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs
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Dɪsᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀ: (view spoiler)
cross fire. She moved away, and she lost him.‟ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴜɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ɪᴛ ᴋɪʟʟs ᴍᴇ „
That was roughly two years ago. Ryker had been forcibly removed from her presence, and she didn't like it. The demon within her was ready to murder every last soul, maim anyone with the slightest hint of the happiness she lost. She only manages to keep in check by burying it as far down as possible. She knows that she'll find him, or die trying.✖ ▌▸ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴅɪsᴘʟᴀʏs, ʀᴇsᴛʀᴀɪɴᴛ, ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ʀᴀsʜ ᴅᴇᴄɪsɪᴏɴs
✔ ▌▸ sᴡᴏʀᴅᴘʟᴀʏ, ᴀᴄᴄᴜʀᴀᴄʏ, sᴛᴇᴀʟᴛʜ, sᴘᴇᴇᴅ
⇥ ʀᴀᴘɪᴇʀ [ɢɪғᴛ], ᴄʜɪɴᴇsᴇ ʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴀɢɢᴇʀs, .8ᴍᴍ ᴅᴜᴀʟ ᴘɪsᴛᴏʟs ᴡɪᴛʜ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇʀs, ᴀᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ᴘɪsᴛᴏʟs
█ ) R ᴇ ʟ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ s ʜ ɪ ᴘ s
✘ ▌ Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ - 〈 Aᴅᴏᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ 〉
▸ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Deceased ║ ᴀɢᴇ: 34 ║ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ❤
↪ Kɪʟʟɪᴀɴ Dᴇᴍᴀʀᴄʜᴇ
✘ ▌ Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ - 〈 Aᴅᴏᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ 〉
▸ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Alive ║ ᴀɢᴇ: ? ║ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ❤
↪ Aᴀʀᴏɴɴᴀ Dᴇᴍᴀʀᴄʜᴇ
✘ ▌ Lᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ - 〈 ♥ 〉
▸ sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Alive ║ ᴀɢᴇ: 23 ║ ʟᴏᴠᴇ: ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
↪ Rʏᴋᴇʀ Tʀɪsᴋᴇ
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( ♠ ) Ｐａｒｏｘｙｓｍａｌ Ａｓｐｈｙｘｉａｔｉｏｎ
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❝ How does the dagger feel now, when you are on the receiving end? If this is what you call betrayal, then this is what I call revenge. ❞
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William Alludy Nixon Garreth Alexander // Nix
『 〓 』• Pronounced | Ni - xon | | Ga - rreth | | Alex - ander |
• The name Nixon is an English baby name. In English the meaning of the name Nixon is: Abbreviation of Nicholas. Mythological Nike was Greek goddess of victory and root origin of 'Nicholas. The origin of the name Nixon is a little bit obscure. Some sources suggest the meaning of ‘fearless’ from Old English, but more likely it is derived from Nicholas as Nick’s son or Nicholas’s son. Nicholas itself has been a popular masculine given name for centuries. It originates in Greek and means ‘people’s triumph’. Nixon is generally used as a boy's name. It consists of 5 letters and 2 syllables and is pronounced Ni-xon.
• The name Garreth is of Welsh Origin. The meaning is "old". Garreth is generally used as a boy's name. It consists of 7 letters and 2 syllables and is pronounced Ga-rreth. The name Garreth is an Arthurian Legend baby name. In Arthurian Legend the meaning of the name Garreth is: Gentle. Modest and brave Sir Gareth was a legendary knight of King Arthur's Round Table.
• Alexander is a masculine name in the usage of English, German, Dutch, Swedish, Norwegian, Danish, Hungarian, Slovak, Biblical, Ancient Greek (Latinized), Greek Mythology (Latinized), and Αλεξανδρος (Ancient Greek). It is pronounced al-əg-ZAN-dər (English), ah-lek-SAHN-der (German), and ah-lək-SAHN-dər (Dutch). The name Alexander is a Swedish baby name. In Swedish the meaning of the name Alexander is: Defender of man.
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❝ May your screams never cease, you've taken the last of me. ❞
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GENERAL STYLE // Nixon prefers not to bring attention to himself. He does not dress in anything beyond casual; meaning most of the time he will be wearing something like a hoodie, jeans, and nike shoes; sometimes, he may dress in more noticeable wear like a flannel shirt or a vest here and there, but it is not often. If he does dress up, it would certainly be for something he wanted to do. No one could force him to wear anything nice.
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❝ So when you die the only kingdom you'll see, is two feet wide and six feet deep. ❞
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Gender: Masculine [ Male ]
♂ ┏━━━━━━━━━┓
Derived from the masculine chromosome
┗━━━━━━━━━┛『 xy 』
Sexual Orientation: Being a demon, Nixon finds his sexual orientation to be non-existent. He sees absolutely no problem with being with guys or girls and doesn't have a preference to either. Which ever one will help him reach whatever he wants is who he'll keep around.
Relationship Status: Unoccupied
Age:Twenty 153 ⎝ 27th of October ⎠
⊱ Zodiacal symbol: ♏ ➠ Scorpio
⊱ Born in Videle, Romania; this is his nationality.
⊱ Ethinical background includes; Romanian, English, Brazilian, French, Greek, and Latin American.
• Hair Colour: A composition of colors varying from dark brown to a slightly lighter brown, his hair occasionally appears somewhat dark blue- raven black.
• Eye Colour: An almost honey yellow color that, depending on his mood will and can change into a dull red. This is during times of excitement or anger.
Distinguished Marking(s):
• Nixon has two tattoos. One on his chest and one on his shoulder.
• Height: 6' 4.61" in height.
• Weight: 195.43 pounds.
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❝ You want to tear me down, you want to hold me down, you can't control me now ❞
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Charisma
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Though often unintentionally, he finds people becoming attached to him due to the "mysterious aura" he sets around himself.
Combat
↪ 10//10
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It is not uncommon for people to take advantage of what they believed was his lack in combatant skills; they were sadly mistaken and he made sure they knew of that.
Speed & Agility
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Though his size is that of large origin, he can still be fast and nimble when it is required of him.
Intellect
↪ 9//10
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Nixon can be incredibly logical and intelligent, albeit he is stubborn when it comes to his opinions being changed or challenged. This can cause him to often miss essential pieces of information.
Strategy
↪ 7//10
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Nixon, having been around for a long time has made certain to master skills that involve strategic methods often giving him success in battle or in gaining anything he wants.
Common sense
↪ 10//10
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Common sense is a necessary attribute to have equipped in order to survive; demon or not. He's made enemies and he can't forget that. Even if he is basically immortal.
Responsibility
↪ 5//10
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Though when it is in his best nature to be careful and wise, if it is not then Nixon can be quite forgetful or unorganized. He tends to almost be able to flip it on and off like a switch.
Indomitability
↪ 8//10
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Strong willed and logical, manipulation and wounds don't weigh him down too easily. It also helps that he is very easily healed.
Temperment
↪ 2//10
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He becomes angered fairly easily if he is pushed the right way. Nixon has a very well poker face however and if he needs to mask said annoyances it's almost impossible to detect.
Tolerance
↪ 2//10
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There is little to no self-control over manners or mannerisms when it comes to dealing with cowards or stupid damsel-in-distress types. This also includes those who have wronged him in the past. He simply will not allow them any kind of time of the day.
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❝ Scratch out your eyes and the blood will drown you in red. And I will leave you for dead. ❞
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Continuation downwards. ⤵
( ♠ ) Ｐａｒｏｘｙｓｍａｌ Ａｓｐｈｙｘｉａｔｉｏｎ
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❝ How does the dagger feel now, when you are on the receiving end? If this is what you call betrayal, then this is what I call revenge. ❞
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『 〓 』• Pronounced | Ni - xon | | Ga - rreth | | Alex - ander |
• The name Nixon is an English baby name. In English the meaning of the name Nixon is: Abbreviation of Nicholas. Mythological Nike was Greek goddess of victory and root origin of 'Nicholas. The origin of the name Nixon is a little bit obscure. Some sources suggest the meaning of ‘fearless’ from Old English, but more likely it is derived from Nicholas as Nick’s son or Nicholas’s son. Nicholas itself has been a popular masculine given name for centuries. It originates in Greek and means ‘people’s triumph’. Nixon is generally used as a boy's name. It consists of 5 letters and 2 syllables and is pronounced Ni-xon.
• The name Garreth is of Welsh Origin. The meaning is "old". Garreth is generally used as a boy's name. It consists of 7 letters and 2 syllables and is pronounced Ga-rreth. The name Garreth is an Arthurian Legend baby name. In Arthurian Legend the meaning of the name Garreth is: Gentle. Modest and brave Sir Gareth was a legendary knight of King Arthur's Round Table.
• Alexander is a masculine name in the usage of English, German, Dutch, Swedish, Norwegian, Danish, Hungarian, Slovak, Biblical, Ancient Greek (Latinized), Greek Mythology (Latinized), and Αλεξανδρος (Ancient Greek). It is pronounced al-əg-ZAN-dər (English), ah-lek-SAHN-der (German), and ah-lək-SAHN-dər (Dutch). The name Alexander is a Swedish baby name. In Swedish the meaning of the name Alexander is: Defender of man.
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❝ May your screams never cease, you've taken the last of me. ❞
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| In regards to his overall physical appearance, Nixon should not be one to be labeled or described as insignificant in any way. The mixtures of his backgrounds provide a larger wolf when using that form. Coming in around a hundred and sixty five pounds and maintaining an altitude of almost two and three quarters feet, he may be one of the largest wolves out there. Slim and lean, his physique is mainly built for agility, stamina, and speed. This doesn't mean he can't use his strength but his shear size makes up for the strength part. His legs are durable and sturdy, providing an excellent way of carrying him across multiple terrains. His outer coat is easy and fascinating, having a rare pigmentation of dull albeit unique ashen hues. His oculars are of an unfathomable cerulean that is in stark contrast in comparison to the rest of him.
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| Nixon maintains a physical build between being typically skinny and the exact opposite, this combination establishes a build with notable muscle. His hair is an obsidian hue, though if in the right angle and balance of light rays, one will realize his hair is, in fact, just a deep brown. He wields a somewhat angular, ivory-skinned countenance framed by dark hair.
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GENERAL STYLE // Nixon prefers not to bring attention to himself. He does not dress in anything beyond casual; meaning most of the time he will be wearing something like a hoodie, jeans, and nike shoes; sometimes, he may dress in more noticeable wear like a flannel shirt or a vest here and there, but it is not often. If he does dress up, it would certainly be for something he wanted to do. No one could force him to wear anything nice.
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❝ So when you die the only kingdom you'll see, is two feet wide and six feet deep. ❞
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Gender: Masculine [ Male ]
♂ ┏━━━━━━━━━┓
Derived from the masculine chromosome
┗━━━━━━━━━┛『 xy 』
Sexual Orientation: Being a demon, Nixon finds his sexual orientation to be non-existent. He sees absolutely no problem with being with guys or girls and doesn't have a preference to either. Which ever one will help him reach whatever he wants is who he'll keep around.
Relationship Status: Unoccupied
Age:
⊱ Zodiacal symbol: ♏ ➠ Scorpio
⊱ Born in Videle, Romania; this is his nationality.
⊱ Ethinical background includes; Romanian, English, Brazilian, French, Greek, and Latin American.
• Hair Colour: A composition of colors varying from dark brown to a slightly lighter brown, his hair occasionally appears somewhat dark blue- raven black.
• Eye Colour: An almost honey yellow color that, depending on his mood will and can change into a dull red. This is during times of excitement or anger.
Distinguished Marking(s):
• Nixon has two tattoos. One on his chest and one on his shoulder.
• Height: 6' 4.61" in height.
• Weight: 195.43 pounds.
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❝ You want to tear me down, you want to hold me down, you can't control me now ❞
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Charisma
↪ 7//10
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Though often unintentionally, he finds people becoming attached to him due to the "mysterious aura" he sets around himself.
Combat
↪ 10//10
█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ //
It is not uncommon for people to take advantage of what they believed was his lack in combatant skills; they were sadly mistaken and he made sure they knew of that.
Speed & Agility
↪ 6//10
█ █ █ █ █ █ // █ █ █ █
Though his size is that of large origin, he can still be fast and nimble when it is required of him.
Intellect
↪ 9//10
█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ // █
Nixon can be incredibly logical and intelligent, albeit he is stubborn when it comes to his opinions being changed or challenged. This can cause him to often miss essential pieces of information.
Strategy
↪ 7//10
█ █ █ █ █ █ █ // █ █ █
Nixon, having been around for a long time has made certain to master skills that involve strategic methods often giving him success in battle or in gaining anything he wants.
Common sense
↪ 10//10
█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ //
Common sense is a necessary attribute to have equipped in order to survive; demon or not. He's made enemies and he can't forget that. Even if he is basically immortal.
Responsibility
↪ 5//10
█ █ █ █ █ // █ █ █ █ █
Though when it is in his best nature to be careful and wise, if it is not then Nixon can be quite forgetful or unorganized. He tends to almost be able to flip it on and off like a switch.
Indomitability
↪ 8//10
█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ // █ █
Strong willed and logical, manipulation and wounds don't weigh him down too easily. It also helps that he is very easily healed.
Temperment
↪ 2//10
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He becomes angered fairly easily if he is pushed the right way. Nixon has a very well poker face however and if he needs to mask said annoyances it's almost impossible to detect.
Tolerance
↪ 2//10
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There is little to no self-control over manners or mannerisms when it comes to dealing with cowards or stupid damsel-in-distress types. This also includes those who have wronged him in the past. He simply will not allow them any kind of time of the day.
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❝ Scratch out your eyes and the blood will drown you in red. And I will leave you for dead. ❞
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Continuation downwards. ⤵
Continuation from upwards. ⤴
Ｃａｌｃｕｌａｔｅｄ ＆ Ｒｅｍｏｒｓｅｌｅｓｓ
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❝ Your past has you in a choke hold, but you deserve it from what I've been told. ❞
Nixon has an uncontrollable silver-tongue; he is smooth, collected, and facile. He knows when and whom exactly to manipulate in order to obtain what he wants and when he wants it. He isn't afraid to prey on the weak; such as, those who believe no one loves them and those whom are too far gone to be salvaged. Nixon also utilizes those who don't have anything to lose such as drug addicts and the homeless. He doesn't only indulge himself with the weak, but he can also victimize the strong or hateful. Those who claim they don't care about anyone or anything are able to fall victim to Nixons' tricks. He is a master mind at finding peoples weaknesses and exploiting them. He can fuel fire with oxygen, allowing the flames to vainly encompass and attain something that is not there- passion. He will pinpoint your weak spot, he will use it against you, and he will suck you dry like a leech and leave you lying there wondering what happened, how, and why. He feels no empathy nor remorse. If there is something he requires, there is no stopping him.
Ｄａｎｇｅｒｏｕｓ ＆ Ｉｍｐｕｌｓｉｖｅ
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❝ All these years I begged for vengeance and was only left with wanting more, but I can't be whole until I let all this anger go ❞
Nixon is a controlling and careful guy. Due to his denomic and wolfish tendencies, he finds no bliss in lose relationships; from a false friendship to a fake love affair, there is not one person that does not get cheated by him. He has a tendency to take complete control in a relationship and thus makes the counterpart or counterparts feel inferior and distressed. In addition, Nixon feels the laws do not apply to him when he wants something. This can make him attempt to bend the rules even more compelling him to commit crimes, treason, and get himself into physical fights. When in a mood, Nixon finds his drive to get into trouble grow even more and leaves those in his path broken or dead. This is only made worse by his wolf demon background. If brought to the attention of a situation or question he can't answer, Nixon will act with impulsive and spontaneous outbursts of anger. He is not a ticking time bomb, but an atomic bomb that will leave destruction if he has to. There is rarely no one or anything that will get in the way of what he seeks.
Ｏｂｓｅｒｖａｎｔ ＆ Ｕｎｔｒｕｓｔｆｕｌ
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❝ I gave my everything, For all the wrong things, In this cold reality I made
This selfish war machine. ❞
From the start, Nixon has always been observant. He notices the smallest details and automatically stores them for later. This can cause many vexing attitudes because when he brings up those details you do as he says. Nixon had a habit to know everyone's business. This is a one way street however because almost no one knows anything about him. He is secretive and closed off to everyone. Nixon uses peoples wrong doings to help him in any way possible. Observant is his second nature. There are rumors all over that he even has eyes in the back of his head. Literally. People do not handle Nixon. Nixon handles people. This further reinforces his closed off tendencies. When he 'trusts' you, there is always a plan a, b, c, d, etc. As he believes, good black mail never expires. Great black mail can be used again and again over a long period of time. Nixon is selfish. That's basically why he observes those around him. His liking for power gives him that. Even the people closer to him do not know he very well. Many don't trust him and he never fully trusts those around him.
Ｌｏｓｔ ＆ Ｂｒｏｋｅｎ
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❝ I was raised in the valley. There was shadows and death, I got out alive but with scars I can never forget. ❞
Nixon has suffered emotional and physical abuse burdened on him from a scarring childhood that has manipulated his mind into random bursts of relentless downgrading. Regardless of the fact that nothing was his fault, his mind is set on repeating every agonizing word that those close to him have ever done. Although he finds it hard to let it go, Nixon also believes that without it he couldn't be the person he is today. However destructive and sociopathic that is. In all honesty, he despises the idea of being fixed. He believes the tragedy of his life only make him stronger.
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❝ I've been living a lie, because in truth there's nothing inside and you can't bring me to life. ❞
Though a psychopathic maniac, Nixon does well to at least attempt empathy and emotions. He certainly isn't completely incapable of affection and passion although these feelings may present themselves in often sporadic and intense moments only to disappear a second later. He makes false accusations due to the assumption that to have sentiments would only slow him down. On the other hand, he is merely a gradually fading and ominous specimen that keeps his distance from situations that can have unsavoury outcomes. Though with the façade he is still cold, just less angry, less dangerous and less murderous. Sometimes even that however, is a question of what truly makes a murder and or dangerous person. Many, upon meeting him in one of his moods, would assume this is all there is to him. Many times however, Nixon is simply a relatively neutral guy who just tends to get angered easily if surrounded by a less than satisfactory desires at the time.
Being observant and reserved to those he deem unknown, he is precise and deliberate in his mannerisms and habits. Nixon does not like it when people, especially strangers, have something on him. Although his paranoia often is exaggerated seeing as most people; supernatural or not, are not nearly as observant as he is. Nixon always chooses his words carefully and with a certain deliverance, though, is not afraid to become short and blunt if heeded. Despite being known to go ballistic, he stubbornly adheres to a firm set of dictums. Nixon is hesitant to forgive as he takes to both gradual and profound anger as well as occasional outbursts of rage. Profound anger is the only point in which he resents anyone. He can be known to shy away from those who are unfamiliar for lack in better temperament; he may come off as frigid or indifferent at best. However, he is willing; however hesitant it may be, to extend a hand of affiliation if he deem the individual trustworthy (something exceedingly rare) and relatively useful.
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❝ Your past has you in a choke hold, but you deserve it from what I've been told. ❞
Nixon has an uncontrollable silver-tongue; he is smooth, collected, and facile. He knows when and whom exactly to manipulate in order to obtain what he wants and when he wants it. He isn't afraid to prey on the weak; such as, those who believe no one loves them and those whom are too far gone to be salvaged. Nixon also utilizes those who don't have anything to lose such as drug addicts and the homeless. He doesn't only indulge himself with the weak, but he can also victimize the strong or hateful. Those who claim they don't care about anyone or anything are able to fall victim to Nixons' tricks. He is a master mind at finding peoples weaknesses and exploiting them. He can fuel fire with oxygen, allowing the flames to vainly encompass and attain something that is not there- passion. He will pinpoint your weak spot, he will use it against you, and he will suck you dry like a leech and leave you lying there wondering what happened, how, and why. He feels no empathy nor remorse. If there is something he requires, there is no stopping him.
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❝ All these years I begged for vengeance and was only left with wanting more, but I can't be whole until I let all this anger go ❞
Nixon is a controlling and careful guy. Due to his denomic and wolfish tendencies, he finds no bliss in lose relationships; from a false friendship to a fake love affair, there is not one person that does not get cheated by him. He has a tendency to take complete control in a relationship and thus makes the counterpart or counterparts feel inferior and distressed. In addition, Nixon feels the laws do not apply to him when he wants something. This can make him attempt to bend the rules even more compelling him to commit crimes, treason, and get himself into physical fights. When in a mood, Nixon finds his drive to get into trouble grow even more and leaves those in his path broken or dead. This is only made worse by his wolf demon background. If brought to the attention of a situation or question he can't answer, Nixon will act with impulsive and spontaneous outbursts of anger. He is not a ticking time bomb, but an atomic bomb that will leave destruction if he has to. There is rarely no one or anything that will get in the way of what he seeks.
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❝ I gave my everything, For all the wrong things, In this cold reality I made
This selfish war machine. ❞
From the start, Nixon has always been observant. He notices the smallest details and automatically stores them for later. This can cause many vexing attitudes because when he brings up those details you do as he says. Nixon had a habit to know everyone's business. This is a one way street however because almost no one knows anything about him. He is secretive and closed off to everyone. Nixon uses peoples wrong doings to help him in any way possible. Observant is his second nature. There are rumors all over that he even has eyes in the back of his head. Literally. People do not handle Nixon. Nixon handles people. This further reinforces his closed off tendencies. When he 'trusts' you, there is always a plan a, b, c, d, etc. As he believes, good black mail never expires. Great black mail can be used again and again over a long period of time. Nixon is selfish. That's basically why he observes those around him. His liking for power gives him that. Even the people closer to him do not know he very well. Many don't trust him and he never fully trusts those around him.
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❝ I was raised in the valley. There was shadows and death, I got out alive but with scars I can never forget. ❞
Nixon has suffered emotional and physical abuse burdened on him from a scarring childhood that has manipulated his mind into random bursts of relentless downgrading. Regardless of the fact that nothing was his fault, his mind is set on repeating every agonizing word that those close to him have ever done. Although he finds it hard to let it go, Nixon also believes that without it he couldn't be the person he is today. However destructive and sociopathic that is. In all honesty, he despises the idea of being fixed. He believes the tragedy of his life only make him stronger.
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❝ I've been living a lie, because in truth there's nothing inside and you can't bring me to life. ❞
Though a psychopathic maniac, Nixon does well to at least attempt empathy and emotions. He certainly isn't completely incapable of affection and passion although these feelings may present themselves in often sporadic and intense moments only to disappear a second later. He makes false accusations due to the assumption that to have sentiments would only slow him down. On the other hand, he is merely a gradually fading and ominous specimen that keeps his distance from situations that can have unsavoury outcomes. Though with the façade he is still cold, just less angry, less dangerous and less murderous. Sometimes even that however, is a question of what truly makes a murder and or dangerous person. Many, upon meeting him in one of his moods, would assume this is all there is to him. Many times however, Nixon is simply a relatively neutral guy who just tends to get angered easily if surrounded by a less than satisfactory desires at the time.
Being observant and reserved to those he deem unknown, he is precise and deliberate in his mannerisms and habits. Nixon does not like it when people, especially strangers, have something on him. Although his paranoia often is exaggerated seeing as most people; supernatural or not, are not nearly as observant as he is. Nixon always chooses his words carefully and with a certain deliverance, though, is not afraid to become short and blunt if heeded. Despite being known to go ballistic, he stubbornly adheres to a firm set of dictums. Nixon is hesitant to forgive as he takes to both gradual and profound anger as well as occasional outbursts of rage. Profound anger is the only point in which he resents anyone. He can be known to shy away from those who are unfamiliar for lack in better temperament; he may come off as frigid or indifferent at best. However, he is willing; however hesitant it may be, to extend a hand of affiliation if he deem the individual trustworthy (something exceedingly rare) and relatively useful.
Continuation from upwards ⤴
The beginning ↺ An end to the start !
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❝ Sinners never sleep, you've taken the last of me. ❞
Fall had been moving in for weeks leaving summer to slowly make it's way out of the streets of Videle, Romania. It was in this small town that one of the rarest things in history would happen. In a city of just over 10,000 people, one of those people would turn into something worse than any monster told in a fairy tale. Worse than any ghost told in a ghost story. No one saw it coming and no one prevented it. A hybrid of an almost impossible measure, this monster had very regular beginnings. Regular beginnings that were cut way too short. When he came back however, the small town of Videle would be forever changed. It would gain a place on the map, although not necessarily for what you would want a town to be known for. This small town would be made by the extinction of it. I'm getting ahead of myself however, to fully understand the story, or rather history of such a creature one must travel back to the beginnings. Because the beginnings is where everything unfolds.
The date was October 27, 1863. On this particular night, it was colder than most. The wind was sharp and the temperatures were cruel. Too cold for fall, it was too early for it to be winter. The days before had be mild fall days causing those in Videle to wonder what had happened. Despite the frigid temperatures however, people went about their day. The baker baked his bread, the cows were milked, and the last of the crops being harvested for the winter to come. In one household slightly outside the town limits however, the birth of a very special child came. Born William Alexandir Alludy to Maria and Henry Alludy, he was a baby like no other. With brown hair so dark it appeared black and eyes the color of honey, he was a child of almost unnatural beauty. William became the talk of the town. Rumors circulated all around of unfaithfulness and scandal fore Maria and Henry Alludy both had fair blonde hair and blue eyes. William was a stark contrast to his family lineage. When it became clear that Maria loved her child and her husband, the rumors eventually faded away. The townspeople moved onto the next piece of gossip and the Alludy's settled down into a comfortable, albeit lower income life.
The family of three were happy. As William grew, it was obvious he was very skilled in almost everything he did. Growing quickly, he was stronger than many of the other children his age and smarter than many as well. He was a shy kid however and rarely socialized with the other kids. They often teased him about his smarts and strength, laughing at how clumsy he could be. His family was his true support group. Being a small town, people often talked and while his mother attempted to shield him from the stories their children had told them about him (many of which were very exaggerated and hardly true) his father saw it differently. He was a gruff man and he could be strict but he did love William. He hated to see his son being teased and made fun of so he did the only thing he could think of since shielding him wasn't getting him anywhere. Henry shut him out in an attempt to toughen him up. He didn't protect him against the cruel words against him and didn't comfort him when he cried.
On the eve of Williams' seventh birthday, his mother became gravely ill. She had always been weaker and during the colder months Maria was prone to even more sickness. Being only seven, William neither knew the extent of her sickness, despite his intellectual advances, or the fact that she would not make it to his eighth birthday. Even with her being weak, Maria was determined to celebrate Williams birthday. They spent the day indoors together while the world outside continued to get darker. Every now and then, the house would rattle slightly as the wind whipped around causing the trees to shake and the three of them to huddle even closer together. Unlike the past, Maria didn't get any better. It was on December 20th that Maria Alludy died in her bed due to what would later be called cancer. When looking back, William doesn't remember his mother. While that would make a regular person sad, he later decides that it's for the best.
The sweetest taste ↺ Of revenge and blood !
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❝ I'm forced to deal with what I feel, there is no distraction to mask what is real. ❞
From that moment on, the house was filled with silence. Strangers came and went, dishes were eaten and then tossed, condolences were given and compliments were said. Everything seemed fake. After a few weeks however, people stopped asking, "are you ok?" and they stopped coming to the house. Eventually it was just you and the silence. Williams father became oblivious to him. He was a shell of the man he once was. Laying in bed was not the man who was Williams father. Scared and alone, William began to fend for himself. He fed the cows, weeded the garden, and made food that no one ate. He drew the baths and helped his father when Henry was semiconscious. He left food out on the table in the morning for his father before going to school and threw the uneaten food away when he got home. The despair inside the house eventually became too much for William and he found himself becoming annoyed, even angry at his father. William was smart and he knew that this was not how it should be going. He was only seven and he was taking care of his father. William never told his father however and as it turns out, he wouldn't have too.
Henry made it a year without Maria. A year of slowly festering anger within William at his father. A year of a decaying man as a father. After that year, William was parentless. His father gave up. It was the night when William came home from school and went in to get his father up for dinner. He hardly ever got up, simply pushed him away. It was then that William found his father with a knife through his nid-torso. Blood was soaked into the bed frame and slowly dripping onto the floor. William snapped and grabbing the knife, saw only red. He screamed and started stabbing his father repeatedly. Slamming the knife down, William saw nothing. He didn't know where this would take him nor did he care in that moment. Something had snapped inside him. Great floods of tears broke out throughout his body and he shook as if he was having a seizure. Screaming again, William took the knife and slammed it one more time into his father before fully realizing what he was doing. Stiffening, he jumped back taunt as a string.
At that moment, one of the neighbors came into the house having hearing the screaming. Calling out Williams name, she wandered into the bedroom and William heard her scream. It was like the volume was turned down though because he almost couldn't hear it. A minute later, William heard the door slam shut as she ran out of the house. At the sound of the door slamming, he whipped around and scanned the room with an almost frantic, wild look in his eyes. Running into his room, he grabbed a sack and threw in some trousers and extra loose shirts. William then grabbed the edge of the window and hopped through running out back just as he heard a group of people all headed towards his house. William darted into the woods and kept running for no defined amount of time. He had no where to go and knew no one having never been out of his own town. Heading a random direction, William started down the road. All of the sudden, William dropped to the ground. A cracking noise was heard and suddenly, William wasn't there. Instead, there was an average sized wolf. Shaking it's body the wolf growled before running off into the woods.
The wild thrill ↺ of the hunt !
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❝ Sometimes to stay alive, you gotta lose your mind. ❞
When William woke up, his was on the ground and covered in blood. Raising his head, his eyes widened and he looked at the corpses strewn about what appeared to be a small cottage. Shaking, he realized that although his clothes were still intact, they were ripped to shreds and he himself was filthy. Expecting to be scared out of his mind, William instead only felt a sense of calm and peacefulness. He no longer felt the anger that used to burn him from the inside out. Slipping into the house, he took a clean pair of clothes and left the house. Not bothering with the corpses, he changed into the clothes, gathered food, and then left. Following the trail, he walked for what he assumed to be an hour or so and came upon another town. This one was definitely larger than his own and a faint smile crossed his face. Ever since he had woken up, he had felt better, calmer, stronger. He could do this.
As time went on, William found only a few problems with his, "double side" as he called it. One, it had to take over around once a month at the very least. If not then William got very irritable and very dangerous. Two, he wasn't aging as fast. He aged yes, but at a year or two slower than the average person. This caused him problems with those who noticed his slowed aging. Three, he found out that there were others like him. They were really rare but when he did find them he would have to leave almost immediately because he obviously wasn't welcome. This meant that he was constantly on the move. Whether it be because of his lack of aging or another pack, or even his restlessness, he always kept moving. It wasn't always a loss however, because he made a lot of friends along the way. Various people, various places, all allies. William was learning fast how people react when they find out what he could do. They either already now or are scared to death and tell the entire village. As time went on however, William started to get annoyed with having to move around so often. He was almost 14 by this point and still had no set home.
Longing for a home, stable friends, and a sense of stability, William began to get irritable all the time. He would lash out at strangers and later that night kill them. He always did it in his wolf form however because it felt much better. He was stronger, more aware, and found it more fun that way. The hunt drove him mad with excitement. Watching as the fear filled their eyes at the giant wolf. William went on like this for the next four years. He killed who made him made and left afterwards. Paranoia began to eat away at him however as the amount of bodies he was killing started to grow. William began to spend all of this time in his wolf form and moved anywhere and everywhere. Finally, after four years of killing, paranoia, and no sense of direction he moved across the country to the United States.
Continuation downwards ⤵
Continuation from upwards. ⤴
The capture ↺ things worse than torture !
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❝ Signal the sirens, rally the troops, ladies and gentlemen it's the moment of truth. ❞
The date is March 10, 1900. It has been well over the amount of time a regular person would be able to live. William however, is only 17. He moved to America after killing a whole group of men who he got into a bar fight with. After that, he was a wanted man. His face was everywhere. They were calling him a serial killer and I guess in a way he was. There was nothing of the boy that used to be. Survival had taken over and there was almost nothing human left in him.
This was only proven further when he was found. Taken into custody by the United States Government, they had heard of him. Of his strength, power, and agility. Rumors had been everywhere by now. All over the world, they had heard about the serial killer running the streets of Romania. When he escaped, they sent out a warning to every major city in the world. No one knew where he was going to go. When the United States took him, they brought him to a secret building blind folded and gagged. Brought into a room for questioning, he said nothing for well over a week. Whatever they said, he didn't care. They didn't know his name. Well, they knew his first name; William, but that name was so common he didn't really worry. That is until they brought up facial recognition and had him match the records of a boy from 1863. While there was no electronics advanced enough for facial recognition back then, a description of the boy as well as other information was given when he had run from the crime scene. When this information came out, William lost it. he blew up and filled with all that had happened, changed right there in the room. The last thing he remembered was the world going dark as something was injected into him.
When William woke up, he was strapped to the table and well, the horrific details will be skipped. What is known however, is that William would have died multiple times if not what he was. Weakened and wishing for death, William starting thinking about his past. He had killed how many people? He no longer knew but he knew it was way more than he probably should've. Fading in and out of consciousness, he didn't even know how long he had been there. People came and went, taking blood, poking, prodding. He was just done with it all. His chance came soon however, for him to escape. All the tests and chemicals they had put in him made him weak enough that he couldn't change into his wolf form, or so they thought. Letting him out into one of the patient rooms, William stared at the ceiling for a while before suddenly the wolf in him stirred. This had been the first time he hadn't been strapped out and even weak, he felt the wolf in him becoming restless. He wanted away from this torture.
Bones breaking, William let the change take him over. It took longer than usual and it was ten times more painful. He could feel every bone breaking. Every muscle altering. His nose becoming elongated and his hands breaking down. Not wanting to call attention to himself, he gritted his teeth and felt them become razor sharp. Now all he had to do was wait. It wouldn't be long before they came to check on him. It was like 24 hour care here. No more than twenty minutes later, the door opened slowly and a woman peered in. William, hiding partly behind the door lunged when she opened it more. Ignoring the girl as she dropped the tray with another needle, he growled at her for a moment before turning and sprinting towards the door at the end of the hall. The smell of antiseptic and torture filled Williams nose and he pinned his ears. Hearing an alarm go off, he sped up and through the doors as people ran into the hallway to see what was going on. Seeing the exit, he began to run towards it but not before someone jabbed a needle into him roughly. Stumbling, he was able to keep running but knew he was going to begin to slow down.
Running out into the bright sun, he headed for the fence surrounding the compound. Although elecrified, it was low enough for him to jump if he got enough speed. The medicine however, was causing that to be difficult. Growling in frustration, he gave one final burst of speed before leaping over the fence into the woods. Not looking back, he kept going until he couldn't any longer. Slowing down, William immediately collapsed and suddenly knew something was very wrong. The medicine they gave him? It wasn't a sedative. Rather, something to kill him. Fear suddenly flashed in his eyes and he reached back whimpering. The change was quickly and when he died, he died in his wolf form. The thing that truly was always there for him.
Horrific isn't it? In the end, he died alone. Without anyone that really cared for him.
The change ↺ a werewolf and demon make a deadly combination !
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❝ I act like nothing phases me but in reality it can drive me crazy. ❞
But I guess I mentioned that he was a werewolf demon hybrid...I didn't? Well here's part 2.
You see, William didn't really die. I mean he did, and he certainly went to hell. No one can get away with killing that many people and not go to hell, but the lovely head demon had been watching William for some while and had grown fond of the boy with such a hard life. Pity is not the word to use and neither is love. No, this demon had no specific feelings towards William but rather, what he had achieved. So this demon took William under his wing. He gave him a nice home in hell, besides the fact that it was hell of course. After what seemed like only a few days however, this head demon confronted William about his life. He gave him a choice. Become a demon and be able to roam where ever he wants or stay here and help him out here. William, after much thought, decided to become a demon.
What this demon didn't say however, was that he would still have his werewolf genes. So when he became a demon, it almost killed him. His wolf fought the transition and having to pierce Williams heart to get it to work, the wolf resisting almost meant that it wasn't going to happen. It did however and when William went back to earth he sought revenge. Realizing the year was now 2020 he decided William was an old name. A new name for a new life. That's what he decided. Renaming himself Nixon, he now goes by Nix. He was there to watch the human world fall apart and he was the one to take down the government facility. He met up with some of his old supernatural friends and although they at first were terrified of him (being ten times as more powerful now and a demon) they eventually got used to him. Nix however, still had his paranoid tendencies and so none of them were very close. He kept them close enough for him to use but loose enough to know their place.
So now you know the whole story of how an average boy turned into a scarred man. The question is, what now? He doesn't trust, he doesn't believe in love, and her certainly doesn't know how to be nice. Many have tried to 'fix' him but he's still the same. Watching the wars go by and spending his life in hell.
Henry ◦ Alludy
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↩❝ Father ❞ ♥︎♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
Status // Deceased
Location // Six feet under in Romania
Other // There was no love in that relationship when it had ended. Before there had been but not when Henry Died.
Maria ◦ Alludy
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↩❝ Mother ❞ (view spoiler)
Status // Deceased
Location // Resting in the family grave.
Other // His mother was his hero as a boy. Now however, he doesn't even remember what she looked like. He remembered he loved her dearly however.
Evander Ender ◦ Korinthos
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↩❝ Only friend ❞ (view spoiler)
Status // Alive
Location // Wherever Nix is
Other // Nix met him at a bar and ever since then they have been joined at the hip. Ender still doesn't know Nix's full past however.
Amelia ◦ Carter
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↩❝ Familiar ❞ (view spoiler)
Status // Alive
Location // Unknown unless with Nix
Other // Nix keeps Amelia around because she is a powerful witch. When he needs something then she's where he goes.
The capture ↺ things worse than torture !
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❝ Signal the sirens, rally the troops, ladies and gentlemen it's the moment of truth. ❞
The date is March 10, 1900. It has been well over the amount of time a regular person would be able to live. William however, is only 17. He moved to America after killing a whole group of men who he got into a bar fight with. After that, he was a wanted man. His face was everywhere. They were calling him a serial killer and I guess in a way he was. There was nothing of the boy that used to be. Survival had taken over and there was almost nothing human left in him.
This was only proven further when he was found. Taken into custody by the United States Government, they had heard of him. Of his strength, power, and agility. Rumors had been everywhere by now. All over the world, they had heard about the serial killer running the streets of Romania. When he escaped, they sent out a warning to every major city in the world. No one knew where he was going to go. When the United States took him, they brought him to a secret building blind folded and gagged. Brought into a room for questioning, he said nothing for well over a week. Whatever they said, he didn't care. They didn't know his name. Well, they knew his first name; William, but that name was so common he didn't really worry. That is until they brought up facial recognition and had him match the records of a boy from 1863. While there was no electronics advanced enough for facial recognition back then, a description of the boy as well as other information was given when he had run from the crime scene. When this information came out, William lost it. he blew up and filled with all that had happened, changed right there in the room. The last thing he remembered was the world going dark as something was injected into him.
When William woke up, he was strapped to the table and well, the horrific details will be skipped. What is known however, is that William would have died multiple times if not what he was. Weakened and wishing for death, William starting thinking about his past. He had killed how many people? He no longer knew but he knew it was way more than he probably should've. Fading in and out of consciousness, he didn't even know how long he had been there. People came and went, taking blood, poking, prodding. He was just done with it all. His chance came soon however, for him to escape. All the tests and chemicals they had put in him made him weak enough that he couldn't change into his wolf form, or so they thought. Letting him out into one of the patient rooms, William stared at the ceiling for a while before suddenly the wolf in him stirred. This had been the first time he hadn't been strapped out and even weak, he felt the wolf in him becoming restless. He wanted away from this torture.
Bones breaking, William let the change take him over. It took longer than usual and it was ten times more painful. He could feel every bone breaking. Every muscle altering. His nose becoming elongated and his hands breaking down. Not wanting to call attention to himself, he gritted his teeth and felt them become razor sharp. Now all he had to do was wait. It wouldn't be long before they came to check on him. It was like 24 hour care here. No more than twenty minutes later, the door opened slowly and a woman peered in. William, hiding partly behind the door lunged when she opened it more. Ignoring the girl as she dropped the tray with another needle, he growled at her for a moment before turning and sprinting towards the door at the end of the hall. The smell of antiseptic and torture filled Williams nose and he pinned his ears. Hearing an alarm go off, he sped up and through the doors as people ran into the hallway to see what was going on. Seeing the exit, he began to run towards it but not before someone jabbed a needle into him roughly. Stumbling, he was able to keep running but knew he was going to begin to slow down.
Running out into the bright sun, he headed for the fence surrounding the compound. Although elecrified, it was low enough for him to jump if he got enough speed. The medicine however, was causing that to be difficult. Growling in frustration, he gave one final burst of speed before leaping over the fence into the woods. Not looking back, he kept going until he couldn't any longer. Slowing down, William immediately collapsed and suddenly knew something was very wrong. The medicine they gave him? It wasn't a sedative. Rather, something to kill him. Fear suddenly flashed in his eyes and he reached back whimpering. The change was quickly and when he died, he died in his wolf form. The thing that truly was always there for him.
Horrific isn't it? In the end, he died alone. Without anyone that really cared for him.
The change ↺ a werewolf and demon make a deadly combination !
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❝ I act like nothing phases me but in reality it can drive me crazy. ❞
But I guess I mentioned that he was a werewolf demon hybrid...I didn't? Well here's part 2.
You see, William didn't really die. I mean he did, and he certainly went to hell. No one can get away with killing that many people and not go to hell, but the lovely head demon had been watching William for some while and had grown fond of the boy with such a hard life. Pity is not the word to use and neither is love. No, this demon had no specific feelings towards William but rather, what he had achieved. So this demon took William under his wing. He gave him a nice home in hell, besides the fact that it was hell of course. After what seemed like only a few days however, this head demon confronted William about his life. He gave him a choice. Become a demon and be able to roam where ever he wants or stay here and help him out here. William, after much thought, decided to become a demon.
What this demon didn't say however, was that he would still have his werewolf genes. So when he became a demon, it almost killed him. His wolf fought the transition and having to pierce Williams heart to get it to work, the wolf resisting almost meant that it wasn't going to happen. It did however and when William went back to earth he sought revenge. Realizing the year was now 2020 he decided William was an old name. A new name for a new life. That's what he decided. Renaming himself Nixon, he now goes by Nix. He was there to watch the human world fall apart and he was the one to take down the government facility. He met up with some of his old supernatural friends and although they at first were terrified of him (being ten times as more powerful now and a demon) they eventually got used to him. Nix however, still had his paranoid tendencies and so none of them were very close. He kept them close enough for him to use but loose enough to know their place.
So now you know the whole story of how an average boy turned into a scarred man. The question is, what now? He doesn't trust, he doesn't believe in love, and her certainly doesn't know how to be nice. Many have tried to 'fix' him but he's still the same. Watching the wars go by and spending his life in hell.
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F A M I L Y & F R I E N D S
Henry ◦ Alludy
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↩❝ Father ❞ ♥︎♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
Status // Deceased
Location // Six feet under in Romania
Other // There was no love in that relationship when it had ended. Before there had been but not when Henry Died.
Maria ◦ Alludy
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↩❝ Mother ❞ (view spoiler)
Status // Deceased
Location // Resting in the family grave.
Other // His mother was his hero as a boy. Now however, he doesn't even remember what she looked like. He remembered he loved her dearly however.
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↩❝ Only friend ❞ (view spoiler)
Status // Alive
Location // Wherever Nix is
Other // Nix met him at a bar and ever since then they have been joined at the hip. Ender still doesn't know Nix's full past however.
Amelia ◦ Carter
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↩❝ Familiar ❞ (view spoiler)
Status // Alive
Location // Unknown unless with Nix
Other // Nix keeps Amelia around because she is a powerful witch. When he needs something then she's where he goes.
Katri Hayes is approved.
But like stated before, Ender is different. He's not the most conniving. He's not the most gruesome or vicious. He doesn't always get the urge to murder things in cold blood. He's not exactly evil. Despite the demonic tendencies and the various bad decision he often makes, Ender is actually pretty... human. As odd as that may sound, the demon has spent a large majority of his time around the creatures, causing him to pick up some of their actions. He's completely up to date with the world around him, though that might not be too hard considering the world is in bloody shambles. But before the downfall of man, Ender was perhaps the demon most up to date with the human world. He knew what they liked to do, how they liked to act, all about them. In fact, he was so observant, he would often sneak away to converse with the humans to see how well he could fit in. But that was years ago. Nowadays, Ender is simply trying to live his life as an arrogant demon who has no trouble getting whatever he wants. He's living in luxury, earning his living on the bets he makes. Maybe the world is coming to an end, but that doesn't mean he can't bribe a few idiots out of their most prized items. It's not his fault they were stupid enough to trust a demon.✧ ▒ Bɪᴏʟᴏɢʏ - One hundred and fifty eight -- that is the age of this demon. On the outside, he appears to be in his early twenties. Twenty one, to be precise. However, he's lived much longer than he likes to let on. He'd much rather let everyone believe that he's not the ancient creature most people tend to take him as. Yes, he's old, but, no, he doesn't need you to fill him in on all the latest in technology and pop culture. He knows all about that stuff, thank you.
➣ [ Evander Korinthos ] - 158 Years Old - Male - Demon - Straight♢ | "ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ·ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ﹐ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʜᴏᴡ ɪs ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ʀᴇᴀʟ﹖"
✧ ▒ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ - Ender has never been one for relationships. Not permanent ones, anyways. Most of his life, he's been obsessed with the idea of making his time worth while, ending up in the beds of whoever will allow him entrance. Yeah, it's not the best of ideas on his part -- who knows what he could walk into -- but Ender doesn't really seem to care much. The only preference he really has is that his partner be female as he is one hundred percent straight. Trust him, guys are a no-go.
✧ ▒ Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs - Demons are the darkest and most evil of all the supernatural creatures. They care about no one at all not even themselves. All they care about is the destruction of others and complete chaos. Demons have the power to take the life source out of any creature, even vampires. All they have to do is touch you and they will pull it out. Causing unmentionable pain like your skin is being peeled off. When they feed off of your essence their eyes turn pitch black.❋ ║Ender isn't an easy one to miss. With his dark raven hair and his pitch black eyes, it's really no wonder that he stands out so much when in a crowd. But, honestly, it's not like his personality doesn't do this enough already. He stands at a height of five foot eleven, slightly above where he would like to consider the average. Yes, he's a bit shorter than some of the guys around these parts, but it doesn't seem to matter much to him. In fact, Ender has such a big ego, that it has no effect on him whatsoever. He could be a midget and he wouldn't give so much as a damn as to what people thought of him. This is apparent the moment someone lays eyes on him. With a confident smirk permanently plastered to his lips and a swagger in his step, the demon is far from what anyone would ever call modest. To call him humble is one of the biggest misjudgments anyone could make. Except for the fact that he's trustworthy. That devotion will only be met with the most terrible of fates.
▸ Iғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴀ ɢᴏᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ﹐ ʜᴇ ɪs ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜʀ sᴜғғᴇʀɪɴɢ﹒
✦ █ Dɪsᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ - Confident, Intelligent, Charismatic, Conniving, Honest✧ ▒ Ender is... well, he's a different kind of demon. Like the rest, he is dark and demeaning with shadowed shades of reality, making it hard for him to tell what really is and is not wrong. But even with that detriment, he, like most of his species, would like to go against the word of good anyways. To be cruel and, well, evil is fun for him. It's a game, a way of life that he can't help but pursue. He is arrogant, violent, and in most cases, completely uncaring about the innocents. In his world, things are nothing more than a game. If his deals and his words get someone hurt, it isn't on him. Disclaimers have been placed and he will always find himself not guilty. Always.
Trust. That's another thing about Ender that sets him apart from the other creatures within the demon world. While most of them would lie just to get what they crave, Ender refuses to do this. Instead, he always, no matter what, tells the truth. If asked his name, he'll tell it. Whether it's the name you were looking for, well, that's debatable. Ender goes by many names and you only asked for one. If you ask him what he wants, he'll make it come off as a completely unfathomable act, only for him to prove himself right a moment later when your fate has already been sealed away. The worst thing that anyone can ever call him is a liar. The word sets the demon off, and it's likely that anyone not closely acquainted with him will either get their soul tugged down to hell for the rest of eternity or a nice punch across the jaw. He prefers the second, actually. Much more action.
✧ ▒ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs - Confident | Outgoing | Intelligent | Honest | Trustworthy | Humorous
✧ ▒ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs - Arrogant | Obnoxious | Impulsive | Judgmental | Cruel | Vindictive
✧ ▒ Sɪʟʟs - Poker | Holding his liquor | Knife-work | Homicide | Stealing | Truthfulness
✧ ▒ Eᴀʀʟʏ Yᴇᴀʀs - Evander Korinthos -- that's the true name of this demonic boy, the one who wears the skin of that entity from more than a century ago. He's never changed that fact. Never altered nor tempered with the birth name he was granted. Perhaps he hasn't always gone by that -- others have called him various things in his long life filled with nothing but times he wishes would just end -- but he'd never denied his true heritage. Perhaps he's never told anyone the full, entire story, but he's never done much to hide it either. All it takes, like many other things about Evander, is a simple question and a truthful answer will be granted. This he can promise. As for his birth, it's not a tale many have asked and it's not a story he's ever been too inclined to tell. He guesses that fate must be on his side when the inquiries are fired.✦ █ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ - "Heavy words are hard to take. Under pressure, precious things break."
Evander was born on January twenty-third, 1856 in the famous city of London two to very well off parents. He'd been born into wealth, spoiled rotten the moment he breathed life into the world. The young, raven haired boy had everything he could ask for. His parents took whatever measures deemed necessary to ensure that he was the happiest, healthiest baby that side of the Towre. No matter the outbursts, no matter the snide remark, Evander always seemed to receive exactly what it was he wished for. If he wanted a horse, by God, he would have one. If it was wealth he was seeking, it would be at his feet. A girl? Well, that would come soon enough.
✧ ▒ Aᴅᴏʟᴇsᴄᴇɴᴄᴇ - Evander was eight years old when he first met her. A soft, sound girl from the slums of the city, the two had met on accident in a by chance crossing. Evander himself had never really expected to make friends with a commoner at that point, to find himself with solace from a girl who should have meant no more to him than dirt. But he was a curious boy, and curiosity became his unbecoming the moment he stepped foot before the girl with the dark brown hair.❝ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴊᴏʏ ʀɪᴅᴇ﹐ Bᴏɴɴɪᴇ ᴀɴᴅ Cʟʏᴅᴇ﹒ ɪ·ᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ғᴇʟᴛ sᴏ sᴀᴛɪsғɪᴇᴅ﹒❞
He'd wandered away one day. Ten years old, Evander found himself sneaking away from the walls surrounding his manor, his life's view altering as he wandered about the city. It was rough going, finding his way through the mess of streets and alleys, and it wasn't long before he was completely lost. "Are you looking for something?" The voice cut through the thicket of air from behind him and he turned around to find her standing there. Her hair was braided down her back, long and flowing just like his mother's. He stared at her for a long moment because of that fact, and the girl seemed to notice that as well. "Hello? Are you daft?" His brow furrowed to the question, having never heard a rude word against him before in his life. It was strange for him.
"The only one daft here, miss, is you for asking that question."
Instead of the irritated look he was hoping to receive, the girl simply smiled and held out her hand, a cheeky glow in those bright blue eyes. "I'm Abigail," she spoke, her accent thick -- same as his. He stared at her hand for a moment, wondering why exactly she thought it okay for him to shake her hand. Besides, she was quite filthy, and it looked like she was in great need of a mother. Honestly, he wondered then if she even had one. If she did, well, than her mother was doing a horrible job.
"It's a hand. Haven't you ever seen one before?" She asked the question a moment later and Evander's mind snapped to attention.
"Of course I've seen one," he rebutted, letting a small huff pass between his lips. "Everyone has them."
The look she gave him said that he may have been wrong.
"What's your name?"
"Thomas."
"You're lying to me." She caught him right in the act, shaking her head. The moment he asked how she could tell, a smile lit up her face. "You wouldn't look me in the eyes," she answered, looking to him under her lashes. "It's a sign of a terrible liar." To that, Evander could only reply to that with a pathetic 'no, I'm not -- you are', but it seemed like she had a remark to that as well. "That's why I don't lie. So what's your real name, Thomas? And believe me, I'll be able to tell if you're lying."
It took about two more times of going through false names before Evander finally fessed up his identity. She was able to see through him every single time before that, and it was on the third and true time that she nodded her head with delight. "Well, it's nice to meet you too, Evander." And by the time Evander's family found him and took him back home where he belonged, a friendship had formed between the two. One that led to places most unexpected.
✧ ▒ Yᴏᴜɴɢ Aᴅᴜʟᴛʜᴏᴏᴅ - To be honest, Evander didn't know exactly when it was that he fell for Abigail. Maybe it was that first day when the two had talked for hours before his mother finally found him and his father scolded him for running off. Or maybe it was after all the little meetings he had with her, or maybe it was when she would yell at him for being pretentious. "You can be quite an ass, you know that?" He would just stare at her, wondering how it was that a lady could say such language. After all, growing up with his status, Evander wasn't all too used to such crass. "Pretty boy, you'll never find a woman if you don't straighten up." It had always been funny to him that she would say those things. Here she was with her common clothes and there he was with his high class clothes that he would be killed for if dirtied.
❝Yᴏᴜ·ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴏʟʟ﹐ ʏᴏᴜ·ʀᴇ ғʟᴀᴡʟᴇss﹐ ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀɴ·ᴛ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ ᴜs.❞
"Funny, Abigail, I might say the same to you," he would reply, and their days and nights would spiral from there. It just wasn't until Evander hit full maturity that he realized things weren't exactly the way he'd hoped.
He liked her. He really liked her. So much that he decided it was a permanent thing and that, well, that he could solidify it by asking that one question. So he did. One night, when the two of them were out playing small charades on the local city-dwellers, Evander came out with it. He got right down on his knee, ring in hand and popped the question. At first, surprise was the only thing evident on Abigail's features, but it soon morphed into something else: sadness and pity. She looked down at him, at the boy she'd befriended from such a young age and shook her head. "Oh, Evander..." It was right then that he knew this wasn't going to happen. She wasn't going to go along with it.
"Evander, I'm leaving." He hadn't known. He hadn't known at all. "To America. I know it's sudden and I know it must be hard to hear, but my family is making me and I just don't..." Maybe it was the defeated look on his face that gave away his disappointment. Evander didn't know if it was in her or himself. "I'm so sorry."
His eyes drew up to hers, black meeting blue. "No, it's fine." He stood from his kneeling position and let out a small, dark laugh. "Just forget I said a word, Abigail. Have fun with your little trip." His gaze was stern and cold as he looked to her, to the best friend that had turned him down. Would it have been so bad for her to just stay? She could have if she really wanted it, he knew. She'd never listened to her father anyways. She didn't feel the same, that was it. It wasn't the trip and it wasn't her family; it was him. Of course. He didn't know why he'd expected any less.
Soon came the day when Abigail left for her new country and Evander was left all on his lonesome. He didn't have anyone left to talk to anyways. Most of his time, then, was spent wandering around the streets of the city, not knowing what to do with himself. Ever since the day she'd departed, anger had been festering deep within him. It couldn't have been his fault that she left him. It was her own. He'd been perfect; he was perfect, and he refused to believe otherwise. This thought process melted into terrible deeds that Evander carried out.
✧ ▒ Aᴅᴜʟᴛʜᴏᴏᴅ - Evander was twenty the first time he killed a man. At first, it had been a complete accident, a deal gone wrong. He'd started making them in his spare time, trying to find easy ways to make money. See, his parents had finally gotten the wiser, cutting him off completely. Evander, however, did not give a damn. For all he cared, those two hypocrites could go jump off a damn bridge. They wanted to teach him a lesson about being responsible and kind? Well, then maybe they should take a good look in the mirror, because he was pretty sure his monsters would only be staring right back at them.❝Lᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ᴀ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜs ʟɪғᴇ﹒❞
The deal had been quite the simple one: track down the target, take the money by whatever means necessary, and return it right to its destination. He'd only be getting half the pay, but, hey, that was fine by him. As long as he was getting something at least. He'd found the man he was tracking in a back alley, the perfect place for such dark deeds to take place. But it was when Evander got closer that he realized just how risky this business could be. A knife: the man had a knife. It glinted in the moonlight the moment he pulled it on the dark haired young man, and he looked right into his eyes as he lashed out at him. Luckily, Evander had the gull to move quickly, the agility to get the knife in his own hand. It wasn't long before the man was rendered unhanded and forced to the ground. Evander was huffing breaths while the man was pleading for his life. On all accounts, Evander could have easily let him go. Mercy would have been possible. But like that anger that was growing within him, it wasn't possible for him to quell the urge to take it all out on this man.
The blade plunged into the back first, then to the skull as a sickening grin slid over Evander's features. All that despair, all that anger vanished the moment that knife entered skin. And it did time and time after that with every single quest he took on. He was a happy, arrogant killer until the age of twenty-one, one that avoided the law and murdered for fun. But he always stuck by his word -- he was always honest. He was a terrible liar, so he didn't lie.
Evander was twelve days from his twenty-second birthday when his good luck came to an untimely end. He'd been caught one night, right in the act. They caught him literally red-handed, but his eyes were cast in a gleeful glow the moment his hands were forced behind his back and he was led away. It didn't seem to matter to him just what he'd done -- killed a man with a wife and children just for a few coins. It was because of this that Evander got the sentence he did: a swift death at the hangman's noose. Just the way he'd always dreamed it would go. He stood up there on stage, a rope 'round his neck, and actually had the audacity to laugh. All the way until his feet went out beneath him and his breathing cut off. All the way until his death.
Dᴏ ᴏʀ ᴅɪᴇ﹐ ʏᴏᴜ·ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ﹐ ᴄᴜᴢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.I·ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ﹒ I·ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʜᴇʀᴏ﹒
✧ ▒ Aғᴛᴇʀʟɪғᴇ - The underworld was just like one would expect: it was complete and utter hell. Evander spent his years taking numerous tortures, of facing challenges that would have killed him had he not already been dead. Everything there was like living a nightmare. Everything there was like a trip into the deepest darkest pits of his mind, squeezing and twisting it until he felt like his mind might explode. He understood he was gone, hung and dead for his crimes against humanity, but the hell he was facing was like none he'd ever expected himself to find. There was a time long ago when Evander had thought he'd be living a long, happy life with the girl of his dream and a family of his own. Instead, he had only this: the life after death. Every passing day, his mind would resort back to stupid thoughts that only drove him more insane. Where was Abigail? Had she died and gone to heaven? Or was she somewhere down here with him? He always told himself that he wished it was the second. She killed him, after all. She made him like this. But in the back of his mind, in the little spaces that still held some spark of humanity, he knew he wanted heaven for her. She was special; she deserved it. Humanity -- he still had it.✦ █ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ Cᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ- "I can't take this anymore. I'll say everything I said before."
Even when Evander escaped his living hell and found himself on the earth once again, he had humanity. It was small, still is, but it's there, just like that anger that is still inside him. He's starting to think that will be a permanent thing for the rest of his life. No, afterlife. See, this time when Evander found himself on solid ground once again, he wasn't the same as the last. He wasn't a human boy. He wasn't normal. He knew what he was deep down inside him. Demon. He could feel it. And, oddly, Evander was okay with it. He didn't care that he had survived hell only to become something else entirely. He didn't care if he was a spawn of Satan or if he could kill in ways one wouldn't imagine. He liked it that way.
That set up the start to Evander's new life: death and greed. The first thing he did was move to the states, a place he'd been wanting to visit ever since hearing of Abigail's departure. When he arrived, he found the world so much more different. Technology had advanced and left him behind. The world hd moved on without him, leaving him to pick up the slack. And he did quite nicely, actually. Learning about the world came quickly to him, and it wasn't long before Evander was manipulating the system once again. He's kept a lower cover this time around, not really proving much of a murder -- well, occasionally. Instead, he's much more of a scam and a cheat. Still honest, but that's not to say he won't stick a knife in your back. He'll be pleased to say that he will right before he does it. And while everything's different and foreign to him and he's found the grave of the girl he used to know, he's holding out. After all, that's all he can do.
✦ █ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ - "Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret. My dirty little secret."❝Mᴀᴍᴀ﹐ ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟʟ﹒ ᴡᴇ·ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅɪᴇ﹒❞
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔(☇Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ - Alexander Korinthos ║ Dead ║ Lᴏᴠᴇ: 2/10 ║ (view spoiler)
(☇Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ - Elizabeth Korinthos ║ Dead ║ Lᴏᴠᴇ: 3/10 ║ (view spoiler)
(☇Ex-ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ - Abigail Evergroves ║ Dead ║ Lᴏᴠᴇ: 8/10 ║ (view spoiler)
(☇Fʀɪᴇɴᴅ - Nixon Alexander ║ Alive-ish ║ Lᴏᴠᴇ: 10/10 ║ (view spoiler)
» Iɴᴠᴇɴᴛᴏʀʏ ↬ Meh, mostly alcohol, but it can change from day to day.
❝ᴡᴇ·ʀᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟɪᴇs﹒ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ·ʀᴇ ʙᴜɪʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴄᴏғғɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sɪᴢᴇ﹒❞Mᴀᴍᴀ﹐ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ғᴜʟʟ ᴏғ ʟɪᴇs...
Evander Korinthos is accepted.
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