Post by amon on Jul 25, 2007 5:41:09 GMT -5
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General Character Information
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Character Name: Amon, the Sin of Cruelty
Character Age: Ageless
Character Gender: Male
Character Race: Other– Demon, Sin of Cruelty
Character Position: Neutral
Character Personality:
Amon is a solitary, self-important person who serves no master but himself. However, he is by no means a villain. He has no desire to hurt those who aren’t directly in his way and his attitude in most situations is usually that of indifference - he won't harm innocent people but he won't go out of his way to save them either. He doesn't like to be under the control of anyone.
Amon values honor and dedication, even if it is against he himself, and will not fight dirty. This isn’t to say that he won’t kill you if you cross him, for he is a frigid creature who is absolutely ruthless on the field of combat. He can hunt for a target with a maddening obsessiveness, forsaking all other distractions for this one thing.
Character's Appearance:
Amon's Character Image
Amon is a demon, and as such isn’t one who’s exactly pleasant to look at. He has an ashen grey complexion, his skin dark and course. He’s thin to the point of emaciation, but his taught skin being as it is, frames the tightly packed, very dense muscle structure of his body. He moves with a lithe grace when he walks, slinking across the ground with a seemingly arrogant gaunt.
His head is framed with an elven slant, the lines that make up his cheekbones, nose and eyes all very pronounced, making him almost beautiful, if one so dark could be defined as such. This, of course, is offset by his eyes, which normally glow white. This is normally not noticeable in the sun but obvious in the shade, and even moreso in the dead of night.
His hair, like his skin is ashen and hangs around his face loosely. His ears are framed by the cascading ash, they themselves being a dark grey and pointed in the standard elven fashion. In them lie a pair of golden earrings, small rings, curving around the dark skin. The most prominent feature on his head though, are the massive horns that protrude from his skull.
There are six in total, two massive ones protruding from his head, each shaped like the curved end of his scythe, two fin like protrusions lining down the center, much like those of a shark, and two lesser horns coming from the lower rear of his skill and the last just above where his spine begins, both similar to the scythe like design that consists of his other horns.
Down his spine are a line of obsidian spikes that run down to his tailbone, and on either side of those spikes rests a massive leather wing. The wings are a light grey in color, and extend to a massive twenty feet when stretched to their maximum. Contrary to belief, though, the wings are very tactile, capable of bending almost to the point of them being another pair of hands, if only a bit less agile.
Down the sides of his ribs lie a series of silver rings, more piercings, but these more of a status symbol than a decoration. They represent his position in the caste system of the Demon Hierarchy. Currently, he’s of the second class, seventh rank. A lesser demon to be certain, but one wielding more than a bit of power.
His clothing is made up of leather wrapped in Black Steel, a demonic metal forged in the lower pits for armor and weapons. It’s very resilient to both magic and simple physical blows, but under enough pressure will crack and shatter. The same can be said for his gauntlets, but to a higher degree as they are made of more durable Shadow Steel, a demonic favorite.
Stats:
Height: 9'7"
Weight: 487 lbs
Skin: Ash Grey
Hair: Ash Grey
Defining Feature: Bat wings and Horns located on his head.
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Battle Information
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Weapon Name: Hellfangre
Weapon Appearance:
Energy Scythe–- this particular weapon is a favorite of high level demons, as it’s a manifestation of that demon’s power made whole. The more power the demon has, the more power the weapon has. As such, it can be controlled at will by the demon, able to be thrown and recalled, dispelled or summoned at an instant, and is even capable of ejecting parts of itself in the form of energy waves. The longer the blade is summoned, the more it taxes the demon, and if it ever goes out while summoned, the demon who wields it dies as well.
Abilities:
-Flight: The gift of flight using the massive wings located on his lower back.
-Fire Immunity: Due to the fact that Amon is a demon, he’s become accustomed to the feel and heat of Hellfire. As such, he’s able to ignore the much cooler feel of normal fire. This is an innate ability.
-Cruel Intention: Amon drags his scythe across the ground beside him, sending a crimson energy wave at his opponents. This is Amon’s signature move, one that requires very little energy and can be cast in sequence without a cooldown.
Additional Abilities:
Special Abilities:
Items:
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Character History
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In a time before time there was once a man. This man, whose name is now forgotten to time, committed a grave and terrible sin. He, in an act of rage and jealousy, killed the husband of the woman he’d become infatuated with, and raped the woman, shortly before slaying her as well. He hadn’t meant to do such a thing, as he had been fueled more by ale than anything, even though it made little difference as the acts had been carried out.
He was taken and tried by the local magistrate, and put to trial for his dark and devilish acts. Conviction was swift, as was traditional, and harsh. He was sentenced to death, in a most horrid and painful way. Death by the Rite of Blood Eagle. The torture lasted for days, made worse by the maddening guilt that wracked his frail form and rent at his very soul. Tears mixed with blood drifted down his face, each laced with endless sadness, hate and anger.
In his final moments he cried out to the skies, begging for mercy, for forgiveness, and for pity. Death for him was a release, as it ended his pain and silenced his cries, but only for a time. His soul had been corrupted by the essence of sin, by his crimes and his failings. He was cursed to Hell for what he had done, and the abyss swallowed him.
For a time, eons upon eons, in a place where time had no meaning yet controlled everything, he felt the maddening tortures that Hell was made famous for. His soul, his identity, was slowly eaten away by the phantoms that lurked in the shadows of that lightless place. Who he was became eclipsed by what the darkness wished him to be. They sought a demon, a monster of which they could create to torment those who have sinned as he had.
For you see, in Hell, there is no absolution. Eventually even the most horrific of tortures cease to hurt, and the soul no longer feels the pain. They become a shell, hollowed out by the darkness so they may be corrupted and made one with the shadow. Such is the fate of all sinners, for there was no hope.
In time he became as they were. Darkness, evil, cruel and pitiless. He became what he most feared, and from there saw only the worst sins imaginable. There is no light in Hell, you see. Light is hope, mercy, kindness. These things don’t exist in a realm where shadows reign supreme.
And for a time, the man, who had once been a decent creature, but one who’d made mistakes in life, faded away. He had been a decent type, even with his failings. He’d had mercy in his soul, kindness and compassion. But now he had fallen from such graces, such mercies, and became the darkness in the soul of both man and beast. He was a demon, a devil, a Fallen Angel, not so powerful as the great Lucifer but not one to be scoffed at either.
He was Cruelty incarnate, a Lesser Sin, but still a title of power in Hell. And yet he, who was now known as Amon, sat unsatisfied with his power. He wanted more, but had reached the apex of what he could be. He needed more, and he knew it was out there. He felt, in a sense, incomplete. This vexed him greatly as he knew of no others of his kind who suffered such thoughts.
So he began to research, study, and learn from those he tormented. Asking them questions, for small mercies they’d answer and he’d garner more knowledge. He searched the great libraries of the Hellfire, where all of the most ancient of tomes rested, and as such, listed things forgotten to all. He learned much, and in time, learned of something known only as “Light”. Such a concept, though long forgotten, stirred something in his dark and demonic soul. He wanted to find out more about this “Light”. Unfortunately, there were no other references to such a thing, and Amon was left with nothing but the word, and the notion to find out what it was.
He scoured the underworld, tearing through the pits, the chambers and anywhere else he could think to look. He found nothing but fleeting memories of something long since gone. It infuriated him to no end that such a thing was beyond his grasp.
So he began his researching once more. Many things came to mind, but none could be found to verify. And then it happened. In a tome, one of the last few that remained unread in the darkest depths of Hell, revealed a possibility. There was a place beyond the borders of the realm, known only as “Shadow”, long lost and forgotten, but there, remaining beyond the sight of the Dark Kingdom. He knew in an instant that he had to go there.
The only problem was this. As long as a Demon remained in Hell, he was invincible. Should he leave though, he became susceptible to the thing called death, and as Demons had no soul, death is the final end to them. But it was something he had to do, as the pain of his emptiness had seeped through him like a virus. The only cure was, he thought, in this place beyond Hell.
And so he left, and journeyed, and searched. Many years passed as he made his way to this realm, across the plains and pits and chambers of Hell, to the very edge where nothing resided. It was the end, and he could only stare out into the shadows beyond. Fear, for the first time in eons, pervaded him. He halted, but then the ache in his core forced him to step away.
It felt horrible, stepping out of Hell, like being burnt alive but with cold fire, ice, as it seemed, and then having something ripped from him once he completed his final step. And then there was nothing. Hell was gone, and he was alone in this seemingly infinite expanse. And then it happened. Creatures, coming by the hundreds and thousands, swarmed to him, coming and staring, and then fleeing.
Some of them chose to draw close, but were quickly chased away with a swipe of his unholy scythe. He began to travel the land, if it could be called that, always surrounded by those shadows, but never bothered by them. Until Amon came across him.
It was a creature unlike any he’d ever seen before, massive in it’s size and towering above Amon, even with his great size. The shadow, as Amon had described most all of the things he’d come across in his time there, watched him intently, and the Demon gave the same respect. He’d seen that look before, a look of predatory hunger, of curiosity and lust. Like a predator eying up prey.
And then it struck, moving light black lightning the beast was upon him, forcing him to fight back in surprised desperation. His scythe met the monstrosity and cleaved great lines in it. The monster returned the favor though, in the form of a vicious beating that crushed the bones of Amon with every strike. Between the two the battle raged, for hours, days, even weeks as both knew that there a single error meant death, and neither could afford to give in.
In the end, Amon triumphed against the creature, but just barely. As it faded into the darkness Amon could feel his life drain away. Into a boneless heap he collapsed, exhausted and injured beyond belief. He shut his eyes in what would have been the end, and he accepted it with ease. Unfortunately, Fate as it seemed, had a different plan in mind. In a flash of light he was taken, healed and thrown to the winds. There were players at work who, beyond the knowledge of Amon, set into motion something a scenario in which he was key.
When he next opened his eyes, he would be in a world beyond his imagination.
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Sample Post
Amon awoke, his shining white irises fading in and out, marking his returning vision. He hurt, his body sore and stiff, but he found the most grievous of his injuries healed away. Something, he knew, was amiss. He should have been long since dead, but here he lay, alive and well. It was disconcerting. Something must have happened while he lay on the brink of death, though what, he didn’t know.
He decided, after a few moments of thought, that it was something he could investigate later. There was no point in pondering such things without first gaining some knowledge on the situation. With a glance, he knew he wasn’t where he had been before. The area was covered in large, tall, brown and green apparitions. Trees, as he remembered them being called from his research, was what they were. Strange things, trees. They simply stood there and had no real purpose. Well, no real purpose that he could see.
The sky was the real interest. It was not blood red, nor filled with fire and the smoke from the fiery pits. In fact, it was a kind of gentle amber, and in it rested these strange floating things. What they were, he had no clue, but that wasn’t what had drawn his attention. It was the massive orb in the sky. It lit the world around him, almost pleasantly, in a gentle hue. This new world that he resided in was quite the wondrous place. It had “Trees” and the Orb in the Sky. Amon couldn’t wait to explore the realm he now existed in. Who knew what other wonders existed here.
He was so enchanted, as it was, that he didn’t notice the pull of being incomplete vanish. It’s pain was gone, as if it never were. Perhaps he was whole once more. Perhaps he’d gained his soul back. Either way, Amon didn’t notice the change. He had more important matter to attend to. He had a world to explore.
(((As a final note, I would like to add, that it’s wise to have potential RPers provide a sample RP post along with their initial profile, as this is an RP forum, and even if they have the prettiest history and character setup, it still doesn’t mean they’re amazing RPers. On the flip side, you may find a player who just sucks at making a profile but can RP amazingly, something I’ve seen happen more often than not. Personally, I would put more emphasis on a new player’s RP skills rather than their profile setup, but that’s just me. In the end it is your forum, however, I hope that I’ve made a good enough argument though. Regardless, thanks for looking over my profile and I hope you guys have a great day.)))
General Character Information
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Character Name: Amon, the Sin of Cruelty
Character Age: Ageless
Character Gender: Male
Character Race: Other– Demon, Sin of Cruelty
Character Position: Neutral
Character Personality:
Amon is a solitary, self-important person who serves no master but himself. However, he is by no means a villain. He has no desire to hurt those who aren’t directly in his way and his attitude in most situations is usually that of indifference - he won't harm innocent people but he won't go out of his way to save them either. He doesn't like to be under the control of anyone.
Amon values honor and dedication, even if it is against he himself, and will not fight dirty. This isn’t to say that he won’t kill you if you cross him, for he is a frigid creature who is absolutely ruthless on the field of combat. He can hunt for a target with a maddening obsessiveness, forsaking all other distractions for this one thing.
Character's Appearance:
Amon's Character Image
Amon is a demon, and as such isn’t one who’s exactly pleasant to look at. He has an ashen grey complexion, his skin dark and course. He’s thin to the point of emaciation, but his taught skin being as it is, frames the tightly packed, very dense muscle structure of his body. He moves with a lithe grace when he walks, slinking across the ground with a seemingly arrogant gaunt.
His head is framed with an elven slant, the lines that make up his cheekbones, nose and eyes all very pronounced, making him almost beautiful, if one so dark could be defined as such. This, of course, is offset by his eyes, which normally glow white. This is normally not noticeable in the sun but obvious in the shade, and even moreso in the dead of night.
His hair, like his skin is ashen and hangs around his face loosely. His ears are framed by the cascading ash, they themselves being a dark grey and pointed in the standard elven fashion. In them lie a pair of golden earrings, small rings, curving around the dark skin. The most prominent feature on his head though, are the massive horns that protrude from his skull.
There are six in total, two massive ones protruding from his head, each shaped like the curved end of his scythe, two fin like protrusions lining down the center, much like those of a shark, and two lesser horns coming from the lower rear of his skill and the last just above where his spine begins, both similar to the scythe like design that consists of his other horns.
Down his spine are a line of obsidian spikes that run down to his tailbone, and on either side of those spikes rests a massive leather wing. The wings are a light grey in color, and extend to a massive twenty feet when stretched to their maximum. Contrary to belief, though, the wings are very tactile, capable of bending almost to the point of them being another pair of hands, if only a bit less agile.
Down the sides of his ribs lie a series of silver rings, more piercings, but these more of a status symbol than a decoration. They represent his position in the caste system of the Demon Hierarchy. Currently, he’s of the second class, seventh rank. A lesser demon to be certain, but one wielding more than a bit of power.
His clothing is made up of leather wrapped in Black Steel, a demonic metal forged in the lower pits for armor and weapons. It’s very resilient to both magic and simple physical blows, but under enough pressure will crack and shatter. The same can be said for his gauntlets, but to a higher degree as they are made of more durable Shadow Steel, a demonic favorite.
Stats:
Height: 9'7"
Weight: 487 lbs
Skin: Ash Grey
Hair: Ash Grey
Defining Feature: Bat wings and Horns located on his head.
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Battle Information
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Weapon Name: Hellfangre
Weapon Appearance:
Energy Scythe–- this particular weapon is a favorite of high level demons, as it’s a manifestation of that demon’s power made whole. The more power the demon has, the more power the weapon has. As such, it can be controlled at will by the demon, able to be thrown and recalled, dispelled or summoned at an instant, and is even capable of ejecting parts of itself in the form of energy waves. The longer the blade is summoned, the more it taxes the demon, and if it ever goes out while summoned, the demon who wields it dies as well.
Abilities:
-Flight: The gift of flight using the massive wings located on his lower back.
-Fire Immunity: Due to the fact that Amon is a demon, he’s become accustomed to the feel and heat of Hellfire. As such, he’s able to ignore the much cooler feel of normal fire. This is an innate ability.
-Cruel Intention: Amon drags his scythe across the ground beside him, sending a crimson energy wave at his opponents. This is Amon’s signature move, one that requires very little energy and can be cast in sequence without a cooldown.
Additional Abilities:
Special Abilities:
Items:
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Character History
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In a time before time there was once a man. This man, whose name is now forgotten to time, committed a grave and terrible sin. He, in an act of rage and jealousy, killed the husband of the woman he’d become infatuated with, and raped the woman, shortly before slaying her as well. He hadn’t meant to do such a thing, as he had been fueled more by ale than anything, even though it made little difference as the acts had been carried out.
He was taken and tried by the local magistrate, and put to trial for his dark and devilish acts. Conviction was swift, as was traditional, and harsh. He was sentenced to death, in a most horrid and painful way. Death by the Rite of Blood Eagle. The torture lasted for days, made worse by the maddening guilt that wracked his frail form and rent at his very soul. Tears mixed with blood drifted down his face, each laced with endless sadness, hate and anger.
In his final moments he cried out to the skies, begging for mercy, for forgiveness, and for pity. Death for him was a release, as it ended his pain and silenced his cries, but only for a time. His soul had been corrupted by the essence of sin, by his crimes and his failings. He was cursed to Hell for what he had done, and the abyss swallowed him.
For a time, eons upon eons, in a place where time had no meaning yet controlled everything, he felt the maddening tortures that Hell was made famous for. His soul, his identity, was slowly eaten away by the phantoms that lurked in the shadows of that lightless place. Who he was became eclipsed by what the darkness wished him to be. They sought a demon, a monster of which they could create to torment those who have sinned as he had.
For you see, in Hell, there is no absolution. Eventually even the most horrific of tortures cease to hurt, and the soul no longer feels the pain. They become a shell, hollowed out by the darkness so they may be corrupted and made one with the shadow. Such is the fate of all sinners, for there was no hope.
In time he became as they were. Darkness, evil, cruel and pitiless. He became what he most feared, and from there saw only the worst sins imaginable. There is no light in Hell, you see. Light is hope, mercy, kindness. These things don’t exist in a realm where shadows reign supreme.
And for a time, the man, who had once been a decent creature, but one who’d made mistakes in life, faded away. He had been a decent type, even with his failings. He’d had mercy in his soul, kindness and compassion. But now he had fallen from such graces, such mercies, and became the darkness in the soul of both man and beast. He was a demon, a devil, a Fallen Angel, not so powerful as the great Lucifer but not one to be scoffed at either.
He was Cruelty incarnate, a Lesser Sin, but still a title of power in Hell. And yet he, who was now known as Amon, sat unsatisfied with his power. He wanted more, but had reached the apex of what he could be. He needed more, and he knew it was out there. He felt, in a sense, incomplete. This vexed him greatly as he knew of no others of his kind who suffered such thoughts.
So he began to research, study, and learn from those he tormented. Asking them questions, for small mercies they’d answer and he’d garner more knowledge. He searched the great libraries of the Hellfire, where all of the most ancient of tomes rested, and as such, listed things forgotten to all. He learned much, and in time, learned of something known only as “Light”. Such a concept, though long forgotten, stirred something in his dark and demonic soul. He wanted to find out more about this “Light”. Unfortunately, there were no other references to such a thing, and Amon was left with nothing but the word, and the notion to find out what it was.
He scoured the underworld, tearing through the pits, the chambers and anywhere else he could think to look. He found nothing but fleeting memories of something long since gone. It infuriated him to no end that such a thing was beyond his grasp.
So he began his researching once more. Many things came to mind, but none could be found to verify. And then it happened. In a tome, one of the last few that remained unread in the darkest depths of Hell, revealed a possibility. There was a place beyond the borders of the realm, known only as “Shadow”, long lost and forgotten, but there, remaining beyond the sight of the Dark Kingdom. He knew in an instant that he had to go there.
The only problem was this. As long as a Demon remained in Hell, he was invincible. Should he leave though, he became susceptible to the thing called death, and as Demons had no soul, death is the final end to them. But it was something he had to do, as the pain of his emptiness had seeped through him like a virus. The only cure was, he thought, in this place beyond Hell.
And so he left, and journeyed, and searched. Many years passed as he made his way to this realm, across the plains and pits and chambers of Hell, to the very edge where nothing resided. It was the end, and he could only stare out into the shadows beyond. Fear, for the first time in eons, pervaded him. He halted, but then the ache in his core forced him to step away.
It felt horrible, stepping out of Hell, like being burnt alive but with cold fire, ice, as it seemed, and then having something ripped from him once he completed his final step. And then there was nothing. Hell was gone, and he was alone in this seemingly infinite expanse. And then it happened. Creatures, coming by the hundreds and thousands, swarmed to him, coming and staring, and then fleeing.
Some of them chose to draw close, but were quickly chased away with a swipe of his unholy scythe. He began to travel the land, if it could be called that, always surrounded by those shadows, but never bothered by them. Until Amon came across him.
It was a creature unlike any he’d ever seen before, massive in it’s size and towering above Amon, even with his great size. The shadow, as Amon had described most all of the things he’d come across in his time there, watched him intently, and the Demon gave the same respect. He’d seen that look before, a look of predatory hunger, of curiosity and lust. Like a predator eying up prey.
And then it struck, moving light black lightning the beast was upon him, forcing him to fight back in surprised desperation. His scythe met the monstrosity and cleaved great lines in it. The monster returned the favor though, in the form of a vicious beating that crushed the bones of Amon with every strike. Between the two the battle raged, for hours, days, even weeks as both knew that there a single error meant death, and neither could afford to give in.
In the end, Amon triumphed against the creature, but just barely. As it faded into the darkness Amon could feel his life drain away. Into a boneless heap he collapsed, exhausted and injured beyond belief. He shut his eyes in what would have been the end, and he accepted it with ease. Unfortunately, Fate as it seemed, had a different plan in mind. In a flash of light he was taken, healed and thrown to the winds. There were players at work who, beyond the knowledge of Amon, set into motion something a scenario in which he was key.
When he next opened his eyes, he would be in a world beyond his imagination.
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Sample Post
Amon awoke, his shining white irises fading in and out, marking his returning vision. He hurt, his body sore and stiff, but he found the most grievous of his injuries healed away. Something, he knew, was amiss. He should have been long since dead, but here he lay, alive and well. It was disconcerting. Something must have happened while he lay on the brink of death, though what, he didn’t know.
He decided, after a few moments of thought, that it was something he could investigate later. There was no point in pondering such things without first gaining some knowledge on the situation. With a glance, he knew he wasn’t where he had been before. The area was covered in large, tall, brown and green apparitions. Trees, as he remembered them being called from his research, was what they were. Strange things, trees. They simply stood there and had no real purpose. Well, no real purpose that he could see.
The sky was the real interest. It was not blood red, nor filled with fire and the smoke from the fiery pits. In fact, it was a kind of gentle amber, and in it rested these strange floating things. What they were, he had no clue, but that wasn’t what had drawn his attention. It was the massive orb in the sky. It lit the world around him, almost pleasantly, in a gentle hue. This new world that he resided in was quite the wondrous place. It had “Trees” and the Orb in the Sky. Amon couldn’t wait to explore the realm he now existed in. Who knew what other wonders existed here.
He was so enchanted, as it was, that he didn’t notice the pull of being incomplete vanish. It’s pain was gone, as if it never were. Perhaps he was whole once more. Perhaps he’d gained his soul back. Either way, Amon didn’t notice the change. He had more important matter to attend to. He had a world to explore.
(((As a final note, I would like to add, that it’s wise to have potential RPers provide a sample RP post along with their initial profile, as this is an RP forum, and even if they have the prettiest history and character setup, it still doesn’t mean they’re amazing RPers. On the flip side, you may find a player who just sucks at making a profile but can RP amazingly, something I’ve seen happen more often than not. Personally, I would put more emphasis on a new player’s RP skills rather than their profile setup, but that’s just me. In the end it is your forum, however, I hope that I’ve made a good enough argument though. Regardless, thanks for looking over my profile and I hope you guys have a great day.)))
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao