Post by thaed on Aug 7, 2007 18:30:58 GMT -5
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General Character Information
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Character Name
Diavolo Malvagia
Character Alias
El Terror del Morte, (The Terror of Death)
Character Age
36 in appearance, yet he is truly about 6,000
Character Gender
Male
Character Race
Human, resurrected from the dead.
Character Position
Evil yet simply doing his job.
Character Personality
Diavolo Malvagia is an extreme sadist. To put that into simpler terms, he finds satisfaction and joy from seeing people suffer; he finds happiness in the misfortune of others. Whether that suffering is physical or mental does not matter. As long as they are not having a good time, he will enjoy himself. His sarcastic yet intelligent way of communicating is often referred to as rude, but none of that matters in his mind. Diavolo is a ruthless warrior swordsman whose tactics reflect nothing less than pure hatred, anger, and sadism.
Character's Hobbies
Murder, well...not technically murder, but the harvesting of evil souls that are damned to the Realm of Darkness: heartless and the like. Those souls who have not truly ventured to the Realm of Darkness and are illegally inhabiting the worlds are deported to the Realm. If they are souls that are on a permission granted mission, Diavolo watches over them, monitoring their actions, making sure that they don't get...out of hand. If a Hyman's dying days come, if that human has chosen the path of Darkness, Diavolo is the last "person" they see...that is, if he has the time and or if it is a priority at the moment; he will send them to the Realm of Darkness where they belong.
-Character's Appearance-
Diavolo Malvagia
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Battle Information
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-Weapons' Name-
Cruor Orexis
A strange and powerful sword. Its blade is thicker than the average sword, and is about four feet in length. This mysterious sword was found in the Realm of Darkness by Diavolo, during the many centuries he spent in the Realm. Most of it's abilities are still a mystery to him, still emerging daily, but one aspect of Orexis was immediately discerned: its unnatural, unsatisfiable thirst for blood and the souls of others. Strange runes and symbols are set in each side of the blade of this sword, and the blood of its victims seems to be absorbed by those markings.
Agony & Gluttony
Twin Katanas made out of a metalic substance that is a mixture of aggregated carbon nanorods(harder than diamond), and Darkness. One is an identical mirror image of the other, forged so that when put together, they form a double-bladed Katana with a single handle. Each blade was once wielded by two of the three most powerful gods of the Realm of Darkness. They were given to Diavolo as gifts.
Despair
A golden bow with a unicorn hair string, making each shot silent. This bow once belonged to the third and most powerful god of the Realm of Darkness. It's arrows are infinite, being constucted of whatever Diavolo choses. This bow was given to him as a gift when he first became the god of death.
Weapons' Appearance
Can be found in Character appearance.
-Abilities-
Additional Abilities
Special Abilities
Items:
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Character History
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One Millennia Ago
As Diavolo opened his eyes, he was in a vast field. Nothing but green grass, few trees, and a deep blue cloud-less sky filled his eyes...Oh, and the millions of troops clashing their steel weapons together while shouting various war cries. He had been summoned, asked to take over this battle. But, by whom? Who had summoned him here on this day? It did not seem as though anyone in this field had summoned him, for the typical summoner was usually a magician of sorts. This battlefield was full of warriors, and Diavolo was their new leader. But, that wouldn't be for very long. Summoning a denizen of the darkness, let alone one as renowned and notable as he, was a punishable act; and it would be punished. Such were the laws of preserving the balance.
Lifting his blade into the air, Diavolo commanded a plethora of legions of Heartless onto the battleground; there were just enough so that each and every Heartless would have their fill. And, as every Heartless devoured their respective hearts from the bodies of the warriors, a lowering of his blade signaled the retreat of each legion of Heartless. Being the sadist that he was, Diavolo punished the people who had nothing to do with such a Darkness inspired summon. He figured, hell, if he couldn't find the summoner, he would take down both sides of the war in the hopes of finding him...of course, it would cost a few lives... But nothing that could disturb the balance too much. That's when it happened. A sharp, piercing pain originated from the area where his heart was..and he was engulfed by the Darkness without his will or consent. As the Darkness swallowed his body, it seeped into every possible opening, searching for something, and when it found it, Diavolo's very soul was ripped from his body and sucked into the portal of darkness that had formed in front of him. His lifeless body dropped to the floor...dead alongside the millions of bodies of the warriors whom he had so thoughtlessly murdered.
Awakening, Diavolo was sitting in a red chair. The material that it was composed of seemed to be a collage of skin...faces, faces that seemed to still be alive. Each one opened their mouths, attempting to shriek, but no sound issued from their cracked lips. Their torture ridden faces were sewn together by the hair of those less fortunate. As they bit at his armor, trying to get at a chunk of his skin, he cursed them in fury, fighting the searing hot chains that held his limbs in place. But, luckily, his armor eased the pain a bit. As he looked down into his lap, his long black hair obscuring his vision, Diavolo knew exactly where he was. Well, he knew from the moment he saw what he was sitting in, where he was, but the black glass floor made that fact even more evident. Diavolo was surrounded by a circular room: a Colosseum. Around him, hundreds of spectators had gathered around --occupying the many bleacher-like seats-- to witness the trial of Diavolo Malvagia, El Terror Del Morte. He was one of the most feared and esteemed denizens of the Realm of Darkness, and his judgment would be placed upon him at this time.
Circling him, three shadowy figures emerged from the black glass ground. He could not see the faces of the first two to emerge, for they had materialized behind his chair, but he knew of their presence. But, the third entity to emerge from the glass ground was very visible. As he hesitantly looked up, hoping that it was not who he thought it was in front of him, his eyes made contact with the eyes of the third entity for nearly a second. Immediately, Diavolo tore his eyes away from the being as quickly as he could. A blood curdling scream issued from his lips as he did so...for, as the rumors went, one could only withstand a couple of seconds of looking into his eyes before being driven into insanity. Diavolo had almost crossed that boundary, and he had paid only a minor price compared to what was possible. As he sat motionless, panting deeply, his jet black hair seemed to grow a few inches while changing color. A full head of long, white hair now covered his eyes, falling down to his shoulder blades. Only an impossible amount of fright could produce this effect...yet it happened within the span of seconds. Hundreds of gasps and whispered murmurs were heard coming from the crowd of spectators. That's when the third entity bent over, leaning his face toward the ear of Diavolo.. He whispered into his ear, informing him of his wrong doings. Then he stood up, looking at the other two shadow like entities. They seemed to be unaffected by his gaze. He spoke to them, intentionally speaking to the crowd as he did, and told them what Diavolo's sentence would be.
Luckily for the Terror of Death, it was not obliteration, but a more painful punishment...though, it would be better for Diavolo in the future. His punishment was confinement within the Deepest Depths of Darkness for a Millennia, a thousand years...just enough time to ponder over his crime (slaughter of innocents and a disruption to the balance between the Darkness and the Light). After his sentence was paid, Diavolo would be able to once again have another chance at being the God of Death...though, this chance would be his last. Things were harsh down there in the Realm of Darkness...you only got two chances at anything: even existence. The two shadowy entities that stood behind Diavolo stepped up, grabbing each of his shoulders...and the next thing he knew, all he could see was Darkness.
Hundreds of years followed that day...hundreds of years in complete darkness. There was one light, a light in the distance...faint, and only about the size of a dime. But, no matter how many times Diavolo attempted to get to that light, he never seemed to get any closer to it. Day by day...or at least, what seemed like days, Diavolo would walk continuously toward the faint light. Walking through the endless darkness always seemed to remind Diavolo that no matter what he did, he would be stuck here for a thousand years. Until one day, Diavolo seemed to be getting closer to that light. As he ran toward it, his spirits heightened, he felt a glimmer of hope, happiness, for the first time in about eight hundred years. The trek took most of the day, if there were days here, but the reward for his years of traveling was something to be proud of. On a short hill of black soot stood an immaculate sword. It's radiance was MUCH more luminous from such close proximity, seeming like a blinding light to Diavolo, though it was only as bright as a lit candle. As it stood, stuck in the soot, Diavolo thought it was natural for him to attempt to pull it out. And, on his first try, it slipped out like a knife from a tub of butter.
And that's the last event that Diavolo remembers, for the next thing he knew, he was standing in an office of sorts. In front of him, an eccentric looking man stood. And yes, he was a summoner, judging by his apparel and the staff he held in his hand. Confidential plans were spoken to him, and he immediately set out to fulfill his summoned purpose.
General Character Information
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Character Name
Diavolo Malvagia
Character Alias
El Terror del Morte, (The Terror of Death)
Character Age
36 in appearance, yet he is truly about 6,000
Character Gender
Male
Character Race
Human, resurrected from the dead.
Character Position
Evil yet simply doing his job.
Character Personality
Diavolo Malvagia is an extreme sadist. To put that into simpler terms, he finds satisfaction and joy from seeing people suffer; he finds happiness in the misfortune of others. Whether that suffering is physical or mental does not matter. As long as they are not having a good time, he will enjoy himself. His sarcastic yet intelligent way of communicating is often referred to as rude, but none of that matters in his mind. Diavolo is a ruthless warrior swordsman whose tactics reflect nothing less than pure hatred, anger, and sadism.
Character's Hobbies
Murder, well...not technically murder, but the harvesting of evil souls that are damned to the Realm of Darkness: heartless and the like. Those souls who have not truly ventured to the Realm of Darkness and are illegally inhabiting the worlds are deported to the Realm. If they are souls that are on a permission granted mission, Diavolo watches over them, monitoring their actions, making sure that they don't get...out of hand. If a Hyman's dying days come, if that human has chosen the path of Darkness, Diavolo is the last "person" they see...that is, if he has the time and or if it is a priority at the moment; he will send them to the Realm of Darkness where they belong.
-Character's Appearance-
Diavolo Malvagia
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Battle Information
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-Weapons' Name-
Cruor Orexis
A strange and powerful sword. Its blade is thicker than the average sword, and is about four feet in length. This mysterious sword was found in the Realm of Darkness by Diavolo, during the many centuries he spent in the Realm. Most of it's abilities are still a mystery to him, still emerging daily, but one aspect of Orexis was immediately discerned: its unnatural, unsatisfiable thirst for blood and the souls of others. Strange runes and symbols are set in each side of the blade of this sword, and the blood of its victims seems to be absorbed by those markings.
Agony & Gluttony
Twin Katanas made out of a metalic substance that is a mixture of aggregated carbon nanorods(harder than diamond), and Darkness. One is an identical mirror image of the other, forged so that when put together, they form a double-bladed Katana with a single handle. Each blade was once wielded by two of the three most powerful gods of the Realm of Darkness. They were given to Diavolo as gifts.
Despair
A golden bow with a unicorn hair string, making each shot silent. This bow once belonged to the third and most powerful god of the Realm of Darkness. It's arrows are infinite, being constucted of whatever Diavolo choses. This bow was given to him as a gift when he first became the god of death.
Weapons' Appearance
Can be found in Character appearance.
-Abilities-
- -Godly Endamina-
Being a god, Diavolo's body is not like normal humans' bodies. After an extensive amount of excercise, their muscles would grow stiff, weak, tired, and sore. Diavolo is not this way. The endurance of his muscles last infinately, never growing tired or straining. The same can be said about his stamina. Normally, if someone ran for an extensive amount of time, they would grow tired. Diavolo is not this way. His ability to constantly perform action that consumes energy never deminishes. "Fatigue" does not even exist in his vocabulary. It is something that he simply does not feel. He could run forever if he needed to, the same could be said about anything that requires energy. He could do push-ups for an eternity if he needed to do so. Able to push and push and push constantly, without ever having to stop and pace himself, Diavolo is basically a machine in battle. Blade struggles, blade against blade, pushing until the opponent gives in. These will never be won if you face him. It is not recommended that you face him in a battle of pure endurance...for you shall surely lose. - -Inner Darkness-
Using the Darkness within his heart, Diavolo can create and manipulate this "evil energy" at will. It can be created and/or manipulated into any form of matter. At the touch of anyone other than Diavolo, his Darkness is lethal. This means that if someone were to touch his Darkness with their left index finger, that finger would become black and shriveled, unable to move for the rest of their life. You can only imagine the effects of it upon their entire body. Throughout his arsenal of Darkness based attacks, he is capable of preforming devastating harm to his enemies. The illusive powers of the shadows that are Darkness allow him to utilize those illusions to his advantage. Manipulating the Darkness has become as much an everyday part of life to Diavolo as breathing. The Darkness is a sick tool that can be used not only as a weapon, but as a method to drive opponents to insanity. Of course...all Darkness shares the same weakness. - -Ebony Surgeon-
Using the illusive powers of the shadows that are Darkness, Diavolo is able to pass his body parts through the shadows. This means that if a shadow is upon the body of another human or living organism, Diavolo is capable of either reaching into them and ripping out vital organs, or possessing that organism completely- as a demon would.
Additional Abilities
Special Abilities
Items:
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Character History
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One Millennia Ago
As Diavolo opened his eyes, he was in a vast field. Nothing but green grass, few trees, and a deep blue cloud-less sky filled his eyes...Oh, and the millions of troops clashing their steel weapons together while shouting various war cries. He had been summoned, asked to take over this battle. But, by whom? Who had summoned him here on this day? It did not seem as though anyone in this field had summoned him, for the typical summoner was usually a magician of sorts. This battlefield was full of warriors, and Diavolo was their new leader. But, that wouldn't be for very long. Summoning a denizen of the darkness, let alone one as renowned and notable as he, was a punishable act; and it would be punished. Such were the laws of preserving the balance.
Lifting his blade into the air, Diavolo commanded a plethora of legions of Heartless onto the battleground; there were just enough so that each and every Heartless would have their fill. And, as every Heartless devoured their respective hearts from the bodies of the warriors, a lowering of his blade signaled the retreat of each legion of Heartless. Being the sadist that he was, Diavolo punished the people who had nothing to do with such a Darkness inspired summon. He figured, hell, if he couldn't find the summoner, he would take down both sides of the war in the hopes of finding him...of course, it would cost a few lives... But nothing that could disturb the balance too much. That's when it happened. A sharp, piercing pain originated from the area where his heart was..and he was engulfed by the Darkness without his will or consent. As the Darkness swallowed his body, it seeped into every possible opening, searching for something, and when it found it, Diavolo's very soul was ripped from his body and sucked into the portal of darkness that had formed in front of him. His lifeless body dropped to the floor...dead alongside the millions of bodies of the warriors whom he had so thoughtlessly murdered.
Awakening, Diavolo was sitting in a red chair. The material that it was composed of seemed to be a collage of skin...faces, faces that seemed to still be alive. Each one opened their mouths, attempting to shriek, but no sound issued from their cracked lips. Their torture ridden faces were sewn together by the hair of those less fortunate. As they bit at his armor, trying to get at a chunk of his skin, he cursed them in fury, fighting the searing hot chains that held his limbs in place. But, luckily, his armor eased the pain a bit. As he looked down into his lap, his long black hair obscuring his vision, Diavolo knew exactly where he was. Well, he knew from the moment he saw what he was sitting in, where he was, but the black glass floor made that fact even more evident. Diavolo was surrounded by a circular room: a Colosseum. Around him, hundreds of spectators had gathered around --occupying the many bleacher-like seats-- to witness the trial of Diavolo Malvagia, El Terror Del Morte. He was one of the most feared and esteemed denizens of the Realm of Darkness, and his judgment would be placed upon him at this time.
Circling him, three shadowy figures emerged from the black glass ground. He could not see the faces of the first two to emerge, for they had materialized behind his chair, but he knew of their presence. But, the third entity to emerge from the glass ground was very visible. As he hesitantly looked up, hoping that it was not who he thought it was in front of him, his eyes made contact with the eyes of the third entity for nearly a second. Immediately, Diavolo tore his eyes away from the being as quickly as he could. A blood curdling scream issued from his lips as he did so...for, as the rumors went, one could only withstand a couple of seconds of looking into his eyes before being driven into insanity. Diavolo had almost crossed that boundary, and he had paid only a minor price compared to what was possible. As he sat motionless, panting deeply, his jet black hair seemed to grow a few inches while changing color. A full head of long, white hair now covered his eyes, falling down to his shoulder blades. Only an impossible amount of fright could produce this effect...yet it happened within the span of seconds. Hundreds of gasps and whispered murmurs were heard coming from the crowd of spectators. That's when the third entity bent over, leaning his face toward the ear of Diavolo.. He whispered into his ear, informing him of his wrong doings. Then he stood up, looking at the other two shadow like entities. They seemed to be unaffected by his gaze. He spoke to them, intentionally speaking to the crowd as he did, and told them what Diavolo's sentence would be.
Luckily for the Terror of Death, it was not obliteration, but a more painful punishment...though, it would be better for Diavolo in the future. His punishment was confinement within the Deepest Depths of Darkness for a Millennia, a thousand years...just enough time to ponder over his crime (slaughter of innocents and a disruption to the balance between the Darkness and the Light). After his sentence was paid, Diavolo would be able to once again have another chance at being the God of Death...though, this chance would be his last. Things were harsh down there in the Realm of Darkness...you only got two chances at anything: even existence. The two shadowy entities that stood behind Diavolo stepped up, grabbing each of his shoulders...and the next thing he knew, all he could see was Darkness.
Hundreds of years followed that day...hundreds of years in complete darkness. There was one light, a light in the distance...faint, and only about the size of a dime. But, no matter how many times Diavolo attempted to get to that light, he never seemed to get any closer to it. Day by day...or at least, what seemed like days, Diavolo would walk continuously toward the faint light. Walking through the endless darkness always seemed to remind Diavolo that no matter what he did, he would be stuck here for a thousand years. Until one day, Diavolo seemed to be getting closer to that light. As he ran toward it, his spirits heightened, he felt a glimmer of hope, happiness, for the first time in about eight hundred years. The trek took most of the day, if there were days here, but the reward for his years of traveling was something to be proud of. On a short hill of black soot stood an immaculate sword. It's radiance was MUCH more luminous from such close proximity, seeming like a blinding light to Diavolo, though it was only as bright as a lit candle. As it stood, stuck in the soot, Diavolo thought it was natural for him to attempt to pull it out. And, on his first try, it slipped out like a knife from a tub of butter.
And that's the last event that Diavolo remembers, for the next thing he knew, he was standing in an office of sorts. In front of him, an eccentric looking man stood. And yes, he was a summoner, judging by his apparel and the staff he held in his hand. Confidential plans were spoken to him, and he immediately set out to fulfill his summoned purpose.
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao