Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2014 14:07:24 GMT -5
:Name:
Lord Vile
:Race:
Makaio
:Gender:
Male
:Age:
18
:Aura color:
Black
Appearance:
Tall, with long skinny arms and legs. Shoulder length black hair, framing a brooding but handsome face. Dark eyes set above an angled nose and constantly pursed mouth, which appears to never falter even while speaking.
The scars of runes, from a language long unknown, are etched all along his forearms all the way to the collarbone in seemingly random patterns, giving off an illusion of pulsation. A solid silver ring encases the middle finger of his right hand, with no markings but it looks cold, so cold, neither reflecting light or absorbing it, simply being.
He is clothed in a well-tailored black suit, which is both stylish but flexible enough for reasonable combat. His posture is straight, unmoving, possessing a regality only the great may have.
:Racial Traits:
Unlike other races Makaio only start with three techniques, but one of them is a Master level technique.
In addition Makaio have the Item Materialization technique for free.
:Techniques:
Shadow Punch (STANDARD)
Vile pulls his fist back, manifesting his Ki in the form of shadows using his necromancy ring, and unleashing a punch of darkness much stronger than a normal attack.
Vile pulls his fist back, manifesting his Ki in the form of shadows using his necromancy ring, and unleashing a punch of darkness much stronger than a normal attack.
Shadow Whip (STANDARD)
Vile manipulates his shadow energy into the shape of a sharp tendril, which can lash out and grab limbs or inflict damage to delicate areas.
Shadow Wall (MASTER)
Vile pulls together a solid wall of shadows, which is used to block or lessen the strength of high energy attacks. It is not an instant move, and takes up to 3 seconds to construct the wall.
Item Materializaton:
:Starting Planet:
Earth
:History:
Lord Vile was a seemingly normal child, born whole and healthy, with all the shitting himself and crying that the majority of babies do in their free time. However, the abnormal thing about him; was his family. A gaggle of pathetic people who seeked power beyond their means, they studied the art of necromancy and worshipped dark deities best left alone.
They started the Church of Shadows, a secret cult filled with brainwash. Residing in an underground facility quite far from society, they spent day and night bowing down and praying to unknown dark lords that they would bestow unholy power upon them and exact revenge on the peace-loving fools of the world. Unsurprisingly, it attracted a number of power-hungry benefactors and the Church of Shadows grew fat upon the naivety of its followers.
However, Vile's father stumbled upon a secret in his voracious studies. A secret better left alone. When someone dies, their soul enters the afterlife. No dispute. But, the act of death leaves an imprint, a tag of residual energy. The more powerful the person, the larger the residual.
For years as Vile grew up, brainwashed and dehumanitised by his family, his father would pour his heart and soul into his research and inhumane experiments, waiting for that breakthrough that could mean unlimited power. And finally, he did.
On Vile's 18th birthday, his father presented him with a solid silver ring. Cold, so cold. It neither absorbed nor emitted warmth. It was simply there. Vile's father took him into his sleek laboratory, pointing to a long table surrounded by tools and strange books. Suspicious but trained to be submissive to his parents, Vile obeyed and lay down.
What followed can only be described as a satanic ritual. Vile was strapped down to the table, unable to move as his father carved runes all over his arms and upper torso. The operation lasted two days, the pain seemingly infinite. His father chanted spells and rites, forming hand symbols and speaking a language long thought dead.
Vile fell in and out of consciousness, unable to move or speak from sheer agony. But what he could feel, was power. It coursed through his veins like fire, threatening to surge and consume him at any moment. The runes around his body pulsed and burned, his very blood seeming to boil.
Finally, after two nightmarish days, the ritual was complete. Vile awoke to see his father, aged to an elderly man almost overnight, press his hand over the final runic symbol on his chest. And spoke his last words.
"You will be great. You will end everything this universe knows. You are the Death Bringer." As the last word finished, the runes on Vile's body pulsed as one and exploded. Darkness spat out and congrued above his body like an oil slick, before descending in a tight vortex; being absorbed by the cold ring on Vile's finger.
As the last drop of darkness entered the ring, a crude spear of shadows launched from Vile's body, entering his father's jaw and leaving the back of his skull in a dramatic splatter of blood and brains. Vile felt the tug of death, the power emanating from it, and tried to pull it towards him. Yearn it to his being. His ring pulled it like a magnet, and within seconds, it grew even colder.
Vile cut his bonds with his new-found powers, and high off the fumes of this gift, he blew through the underground facility like a murderous breeze, killing his entire family within minutes. He felt nothing, no emotion. These 'family' members were brainwashed fools, he despised them, yet took no pleasure from their deaths except to absorb the residual power left behind.
He was born into that facility as a boy, a simple boy whose innocence was grossly exploited. He left it as something great. He left as Lord Vile.
:Relationships:
None, family are dead (oops).
:Starter Package:
Senzu Bean
200 Zenni