Post by Kimmerath on Oct 6, 2011 3:23:17 GMT -5
Presenting Kimmerath
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Character Name:Kimmerath
Date of Birth / Age:the fifth of a month he can't remember, looks about 20-23, pushing close to a hundred in actual years
Nicknames: Kim, though he only really accepts this as a nickname from friends and fellow kin, if any.
Position: Deadly Sin/ Demon of Gluttony
CHARACTER DESCRIPTION
Appearance: Kim stands at about 5'6" with a rather lanky build, though he has some toned muscle from regular exercise. Having once had long hair so he might disguise himself, Kim cut his raven tresses short as he no longer needed to hide. With a rather pale complexion, light peach, not white, one is able to see the veins in his fingers and hands glow when he is full of souls. This same side effect can be seen around his eyes and forehead when he is fully sated and may even make illuminate his mouth. His brilliant sky blue eyes derive from this as well, the color having come from the same souls he absorbs. The color may be altered, however, when Kim absorbs the souls from the blood hungry or more violent creatures, his eyes are tainted crimson; likewise if he is infused with a balance of each they resonate violet.
Kimmerath has never been too ostentatious and dresses rather conservatively. A nice pair of black pants and a t-shirt or button down are what usually adorn his wirey frame, however, he always carries a mid-length red cloak with him. This cloak is special because it is made from the wings of the birds in hell. This provides a quicker means of travel for him, but provides little help in battle. He has been known to dress more formally when the need may rise to impress others or to express his might, there is nothing quite so intimidating as a well dressed man.
Face Claim: N/A
CHARACTER PERSONALITY
Strengths Kimmerath uses the souls of others to infuse himself with a great power, allow him telekinetic abilities as well as using them as "physical" weapons (they are not true objects but formed from energy, the "object" must be connected to him in some way to retain its shape though). He is very domineering and astute and his perceptive abilities are probably his greatest strength of all.
Weaknesses Kim does not like to be in full daylight as it overpowers his senses, this is increased the weaker he is, either from physical or mental instabilities. He can often be too trusting of friends, and although he will not outwardly show it, can be crushed by a misguided alliance. Since many of his powers and his base energy is from the soul energy of others, when it dwindles he becomes almost powerless.
Personality : Kimmerath is a headstrong and diligent fellow with a blase expression and dissenting air. He has trained hard to be the indomitable character he is, however, he does not turn the knowledge of his strength to vanity or pride and instead seeks greater obstacles to pit himself against. With a desire for power that is carefully kept in check (though may slip at times), he relishes every opportunity to show what he is made of, not to an overzealous degree, but the petty demons that are often around him are little challenge. He never rushes into battle, more often than not avoiding provoking the fight, but his tongue has given more than one lashing in its time and is his favorite means of instigation.
Now ruled by a true "hunger" he is often driven by it. The need of more, more souls, more power, more distinction from the filth he had to clamber over to become what he is now, the need to fill the emptiness within. Kimmerath is a creature ruled by calm and collected desire, something which is neither easily swayed or quelled. He knows what he wants to achieve, pretty well how to achieve it and has few things which will impede his progress. It took him long enough to gain the power he sought now he not only wants to use it, he wants to exceed it.
Fairly clear-headed, there is only one exception to this rule, he is one who fights for causes. Whether it is for a good purpose or one for "evil" he cares not, all that does matter is what he might gain, and those that fight beside him. Although not easily swayed by any one side, Kim will devote himself to any he does agree with, no matter how difficult. Even as a simple provocation, if it holds his interest, he will succeed.
OVERALL BACKGROUND
Father:Unknown
Mother:Unknown
Siblings:If any he probably absorbed them
Overall History: Kimmerath first came to being on a dark night, he was born an empty vessel with a hunger that had to be sated. Though as small and weak as he was when he first emerged this did not daunt him and he bit down on the first creature he could find. Years passed, his true form emerging, but he remained a small denizen, though power quickly welled up in him from the soul energy he had absorbed. Becoming more cognizant of what he was and what he could be, Kimmerath began to follow other demons into the human realm. It was here that he trained and here that he gained the evolution of his outward form.
Learning stealth and how to hide himself amongst the human race allowed him to find a more nourishing resource. His eyes, once blood red from the lesser beings he was forced to feed on now became sky blue, a more powerful force flowing within him. This enriching power granted him vastly stronger abilities, telekinesis, the ability to send energy away from himself and greatest of all, his mental strength, increased.
This allowed him to become more calculating, able to choose his victims, how to feed, when to and how to adapt his powers.
A few more years passed and he was able to take on the shape of a young boy, he wore his hair long so he might be able to disguise himself in multiple ways from humans and demons alike without losing his form and was able to find his own ways out of the demon realm. He began to spend less and less time in Hell, trying to keep himself hidden from demons older and stronger than himself that may want the power he'd stolen from others, and sick of those he was forced to mingle with in the shadows. This made him keep to his human form, forgetting his true form altogether and staying to terrorize the humans who accepted him.
He stumbled upon a burly companion in this time, a partial demon sword for hire that was more than willing to have a tag-a-long. They became boon companions and still are, sharing a great many adventures and some rather hard times. This long term friendship further separated Kim from his origins in the world of demons and he nearly forgot what was to be had there.
As Kimmerath grew older he desired more control and more power, over others and himself. He, much to his chagrin, grew further from his friend and the two, without truly meaning to, split ways. This drove Kim even further to his desire, with nothing to stop him, and a full realization of his purpose, he took an older, more serious form and sought his goals with a steadfast vengeance, rekindling his demon roots and mastering every aspect of his being. With nothing to stop him and everything to gain he returned to hell and fought back those that had posed challenges in the past.
He became sealed in hell with his prey and only recently discovered the rift through which he now clambered through; returning to the world of humans to seek his feast and test all that he has gained.
He has become even more powerful since his first emergings. Not only has his hunger increased substantially, but so has his power. The Demon of Gluttony is now his name, as he feeds of the souls he craves he gains strength to leave his dismal prison.
Role-Play Sample
The dying sun scorched the sky with fire, a blazing show fit for the star borne for sleep. It was what stirred the rousing being to wakefulness. Kimmerath cracked open an inhumanely colored eye to fix on the long, dark shadows spread out about the orange tinted room. He had no true need of sleep, but everything must rest, especially when readying for a hunt. Roskov still slumbered, the large brute still lying in the same position on the bed as he initially put himself down in. Kim cracked a smile despite himself. He had slumped into the chair he still sat in having planned to wait out his companion's exhaustion, but had fallen a victim to the peaceful snores himself. "Nothing quite as peaceful as a white wolf" he muttered quietly, his voice a silky whisper that died in the shadows. Rising and stretching his kinked muscles, he felt an absence within himself, a hole that needed to be filled, it was time to feed.
Now there was no time to wait, nor did he have a desire to, if the big oaf wanted to lie about, then that was his prerogative. The quick creature of darkness slipped out the window and slid down the wall into the alleyway the room looked out to.
Very rarely did they visit human towns, this one had been an exception, Roskov was turning in a bounty and both were admittedly weary from their journey to this secluded township. It was not a heavily populated place, but he could smell the energy flowing and it made his teeth itch. With quiet footsteps he slowly meandered to the mouth of the alley, peering about with his brilliant eyes, his vision keenly picking up the tracks of human souls and their sources.
His body appeared young, his visage youthful and a bit cheery, not at all seeming a disguise for the true predator within. This he used to his own advantage and meandered into public view. There was a bench nearby, occupied solely by a middle aged man who looked downtrodden; a perfect victim. Kimmearth had learned long ago that the emotionally burdened were easily swayed, particularly when they were in the wrong, and this man reeked of guilt.
Shuffling his boyish feet to give him a more cumbersomely human gait, the small demon hoisted himself up upon the same bench, a moderate distance away from the fellow occupant. It was easy to hide his eagerness to feed from the man, it was how he'd learned to hunt in the shadows of hell, and he masked it even further by casting his sky blue eyes on the darkening horizon. The man peeked over, not turning his head, but skirting his eyes to the furthest corner of his peripheral, examining the child. Kim idly swung his feet back and forth, ignoring the stinging of the not yet fully dissipated sun, attempting to replace the itching pain with the thought of that stranger?s energy warming this body, granting him more power and---
"Are you lost?"
His thoughts were cut short by the man's raspy voice. It was clear that he had not spoken in quite some time, his throat dry and coarse. Attempting to quietly clear it he lifted his auburn head to stare more directly at the innocent looking boy. Kim debated mentally about how, or if to, respond, mulling over this and that prospective answer before he decided on something more fitting. A quick non-committal shrug and an askance gaze seemed to intrigue the older man more and Kim knew he would feast tonight.
"You remind me of my son" it wasn't a reply the demon had been expecting and he turned to face the man without meaning to. "Do you need some help?" The stranger continued, his cracked lips spreading into a smile.
Everything fell into place as Kim's unnatural eyes landed on a creased picture clutched between the fingers of the man's right hand. It was of a young boy with messy black hair, his eyes were brown, but bright and he seemed to be completely carefree. By the deep circles under his father's eyes, the unshorn stubble and odious breath, Kimmerath gained all the answers he needed to deduce the situation.
The son he spoke of, the boy in the picture, was deceased.
It probably wasn't the father's fault, but through some other indiscretion, either real or imagined, must have wronged the child and now felt immensely more indebted to the boy he lost. Now he sought redemption, the angel of charity had bloomed within him, and he believed, prayed, desired to feel that he could be forgiven with this one act of benevolence.
Kim wiggled off the bench and held his hand out to the man who, at first reluctant, carefully took the demon's. He stood as well and paced himself behind the shorter boy as they both headed for the alleyway. A smarter, less emotionally bedraggled individual would have thought this action suspect, but the man could already feel the joys of absolution.
Even as the hungry demon broke both the man's legs and dug his teeth into his chest the man did not scream, the sound of his little boy's laughter ringing in his ears.
The unwanted crimson that stained the false boy?s mouth was wiped with a blue tinted hand, his glowing mouth curled in a smile as he whispered "May you both rest in hell..."
ALL ABOUT YOU
Nickname:Riles
Age:22
How did you find us: I know Lady.
