Post by Death on Jan 5, 2012 0:16:16 GMT -5
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Name: Death
Nicknames: He has many names, most of them incorrect through human ignorance.
Age: Immortal
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Heart of Darkness/Homunculus/Horsemen
Canon or Original: Original
Sexual Orientation: Nearing asexuality due to his temperament.
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[/size]Height: 6'2"
Weight: 161 lbs.
Hair Color/Style: Death has neatly trimmed, military-esque, black hair.
Face Claim: Shin Megami Tensei: Devil Summoner's Raidou Kuzunoha
Brief Overview:
Death's newest body is quite fitting for him. Tall and lean, Death is strong and capable. He has the unnerving ability to remain perfectly still for long periods of time and is just as able to burst into quick action in the middle of it. His face is smooth like marble in his immortality and heart-shaped. He has very pale skin and dark eyes. For the most part, his black hair is combed back, save sharp side burns on either side of his face. Clothing-wise, Death dresses himself quite sharply. In attire similar to a high ranking solider, he cuts an imposing figure, darker yet when the brim of his hat shades his face.[/left][/size]
- - - - - -the p e r s o n a l i t y
[/size]Likes:
cats, massacre, blood, the Heartless & Nobodies, begging, the other Horsemen, violence, religious zealotsDislikes:
pregnant women, babies, survivors, hearts of light, weakness, comments on his behaviorStrengths: manipulative, strategic, well-balanced
Weaknesses: erratic, unstable, The Philosopher's Stone
Weapons:
Noir & Weiss: The former being a very large, scimitar-esque blade that has lasted him centuries; the latter being a pale gun that he wields in the opposing hand.Overview:
Death is, in a single word, unstable. What had began as a very level-headed, down-to-earth, young man changed forever the night he became something less than human. At first, he had retained his composure. Confident and logical, he had began his life has Death with an overwhelming control. But as he continued, his lust for bloodshed grew stronger and stronger still until he dreamt of his own demise at his own hands. When he brought it upon himself, he did not feel regret, only a pleasure so deep, nothing could match. He was reborn, licking the blood of his ripped open mother from his lips and he began again. Over and over, killing and being killed, dying and being reborn: Death could not have enough. But the repercussions came harshly to the Horsemen.
It should come as no surprise the mental toll this took on Death. Between his blood lust and a life he could not end, he began to loose his mind. His behavior became increasingly erratic over the years. He let his emotions rule him. When he wanted anything, he took it. His confidence turned to arrogance. His assurance turned weak. His joy in his own death became a dull sport. He suffers as he cannot find a joy so great as the first time he ended his own life. And the memories. Hundreds of lives, hundreds of names, hundreds of faces: Death strains to remember and forget all at the same time. He is in agony from a life he cannot rid himself of but at the same time, in an infinite joy from the lives he can take without punishment. he has become dependent, violent, mad.
Death has lost grasp on many things. His instability makes him prone to act on whatever fancies him. He yells when he is happy and laughs when he is mad. Death is not himself, has not been himself in many centuries. And that's not good for anyone.
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[/size]Mother: He has had many.
Father: He has had many.
Siblings: He has had many.
Homeworld: Amestris
Overview:
It has been a long time. Death has always been quite smart, but a single memory can only hold so much. Much of his beginning has been forgotten, though fragments remain. Flickers of a woman he deems his first mother. A man -- father? -- and a face sometimes hazy in a looking glass -- me? He recalls bloodshed -- was I. A solider? -- and he remembers the day everything changed. Crystal clear, like it was happening in the now: the day that he changed. He was hit. hard and then. The emptiest, coldest black.[/left][/size]
He woke later to three others. They were named the Horsemen. And he.
He was named Death and he played his part well. He joined the other Horsemen whole-heartedly. The three of them fed his need for bloodshed, creating possibilities for him to take life often without pause. He feasted on fallen corpses, on souls of the newly departed. He loved every minute of it.
But Death's fascination with the concept he was named after did not stop with others. He soon became enthralled by the idea of taking his own life, wondering what would happen.
One day, he wondered no more.
Death went to extreme lengths to end his own life, much to the dismay of the other horsemen. But it wouldn't last. In his death, he learned he could not stay that way. Soon, he was born again, emerging as a young boy from an unfortunate woman's stomach, ripping through her flesh to take his first breath of his new lungs. So Death learned his immortality and his mortality. When he dies, he reemerges, a new body, a new life, regaining all memories and all powers he had left behind.
Death has died many times. It is in his nature. He has lost count what body this is, but he finds a comfort in it.
Perhaps he will keep this one.
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[/size]Name: Archadia
Age: Twenty
How Did You Find Us? --
Roleplay Sample: Please see Koda Strife
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