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 Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 12:58 pm
 [imgpending] This journal is private. Unless you have leon_a_darkangel's permission, you may not post here. Name Kornellius Yymir Birthdate ... Position N/A?
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 10:34 pm
~~:Table of Contents:~~
I. cert and image
II . You are here
III . Roleplay log
IV . Kornellius
V . Background
VI . History
VII . Summonings
VIII . Relationships
IX . Trial and Error
X . reserved
XI . reserved
XII . reserved
XIII . reserved
XIV . reserved
IV . credits
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 10:34 pm
~~:Roleplay Log:~~
None as of this moment~
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 10:35 pm
~~:Who Is Kornellius Yymir:~~ You're broken, so am I
I'm better off alone
No one to turn to and nothing to call my ownName: Kornellius Yymir
Nickname: Korbin
Age: Approximately 17 (possibly older)
D.O.B: Currently unknown
Sign: N/A
Height:5'6ish
Weight: 130lbs
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Occupation: N/A
Theme Song: Haunted by Disturbed (you'll find the lyrics scattered all across the journal for one reason or another)
Character Description; Korbin generally weres his hair long and shaggy, although on occasional he'll wear it up in a lose pony tail. The overal color of his hair in most lighting is black, but it has a few touches of white scattered threw (premature white/silver growth) His eyes look silver, but often have hints of blue & green depending on his mood. Height wise he stands right about 5'6. He's petite for a male and appears physically frail. His complexion was that of a pale almost ashen hue. Most often he's clothed in a warm wool lined overcoat and prefers it have a hood to hide in. Underneath is a long sleeved grey turtleneck, black jeans and dark brown hiking boots complete his look. While subjected to change, he normally wheres layers incase he's stuck outside for long periods of time. He bears several marks on various locations all across his body, some from demons some from abuse as a child. The only visible one at any given time is a faint scar lining his right cheek.
Personality: A troubled asocial teen also diagnosed with Detachment Disorder. He comes across as shy and unimposing giving his physical appearance. What lies behind those grey eyes is a mystery at best (or a potentially deadly misstep if taken advantage of) While he perfers to avoid other human beings, he finds a strange measure of peace in people watching. Despite "clinical" claims he's more of a threat to himself then others. Korbin still carries around the memories of childhood like a second blanket.
When confronted or required to he speaks as if forced by some inner will, the last threads of his sanity perhaps. A learned neccicaty was also born from this; the capability of putting on a mask to keep going on a day to day basis. Even with this little add on to his personality, his ultimate 'true self' has yet to be revealed. When a demon and he is at last bound the end result could be just about anything. The boy has always found ways of adapting, this will not change now.
He never attended formal education beyond two years of High School yet he still manages to bring insite to any given situation. His outlook on life consists of fighting off the hell of his past, and the uncertain future before him. His history with anything demon related has been limited to betrayal and pain in the form of hauntings and attacks, and up until this point he's always ran. Recently this pattern of avoidiance and fear has turned into curiosity to the point of expressing intrest in leaving his "shell". Namely to further investigating "What's out there, and what can I gain from it". Perhaps all the experts were wrong after all, maybe he wasn't borderline anything, instead opened to the Supernatural realm and beyond.
Special skills: A sort of 'hot spot' or point of intrest that draws the attention of wandering souls/demons.
Hobbies/Likes: People watching, Reading, Wandering, Information gathering, Writing in his journal, Music
Dislikes: Screaming voices, Living shadows, People/socially interacting, memories of his childhood, closets
Fears: The darkness (must be consuming and overpowering), Chernobog, enclosed places,
Short History: As far back as he could recall, Korbin had always been frequently visited by the occasional stray spirit and often times a hostile encounter with demons. The only consistent haunting was the one that gave him the scar across his cheek. As far as -what- said being was, the teen refuses to go into detail. Born to a troubled home life, he was primarily secluded to his room in hopes of avoiding the outside world..and those things which plagued him in his darkest dreams (Subsequently as he aged it then extended to his waking life). He attended Middle School with much difficultly and later dropped out of High School in his Junior year when the frequency of what he "saw" could no longer be ignored. As a child Korbin rarely spoke, for fear the creatures of his nightmares would consume him, as he aged it later switched to fear of being labled a freak. The family he was born to always considered him there "problem child" he saw one specialitist after another each with there own assuptions on what was wrong, instead of what could be. To his credit, he tried tampering with the other side storing away the information for another day.
On his 13th Birthday when he 'ruined' a family holiday he was sent away to live with a Grandmother in the country side. While the two never got along, he learned of his family history via an old book found in the attic. His fathers side (much to his horror and disgust given the realtion to either parent) had a history of such things as 'Dark Magick' and 'Psychics'. The last known realtive to have the family curse was his Grandfather who died in his mid 20's from 'unknown causes'. The local church called it Evil Happenings. Korbin called it closure.
After the death of his grandmother (killed by one of the beings that had followed him since childhood) he was afforded a small measure of peace for the time being. The teen now wishes to follow in the footsteps of a history he'd been deined. The rest and to what conclusion remains to be seen. My blood is cold as ice
Or so I have been told
Show no emotion, and it can destroy your soul
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 10:39 pm
~~:A History of Trama:~~ No medication can cure what has taken hold
Due to a few..bumps int he road the data is still being gathered. Have no fear the crazy will be up and detailed asap :B
(essentially for when I get time to flush out more about him* >>; ) You're hurting, so will I
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 10:50 pm
~~:To Summon or Not to Summon:~~ A land of darkness from which I cannot return
You're aching, so will I
When I awake and discover that I have been damaged. A basic guide to what Korbin's after; As time goes on, I'll likely add more to this. More a place to put Korbin's current situations, and commitments towords finally making a pack. He has a history with a daemon known as Chernobog. Chernobog is a massive nocturnal demon who holds power over various restless souls. He appears as a massive blackened creature with great blackened wings, and mostly shroud in darkness and mist. His eyes are of an eerie yellow glow, and his fangs are yellowed with the blood of his victims. Normally taking the form of a humanoid it's safe to say it's impressionable what the daemons 'true' form is. Korbin as a child naturally attracted daemons and wandering souls of all sorts. The demon Chernobog while largely shroud in mystery couldn't resist the human child. He is however a deity of Slavic mythology; the black god of death and darkness in Slavic Mythology. While officially a pagan god, it should also be noted that Chernabog might have originally been intended to be Satan. However, in this form he is an entity entirely unto his own. This mysterious Slavic deity has had a great deal speculated about it. However; little can be said definitively. The only sources, which are Christian ones, interpret him as a dark and cursed god. As for Korbin himself he speaks rarely of Chernobog, unless prompted or in a fit of mental disarray. He fears the darkness for this reason alone; Chernobog travels freely by shadow form if so desired. The mere fact his claws can reach the teen at any distance away is enough to send anyone into a panic. Granted, it remains to be seen what the would be summoner will try and do. On a side note, if further readings are required these can be viewed for another time. You're frightened, so am I
A world of demons wait
Watching the movements and filling my heart with hate
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 11:09 pm
~~:Relationships:~~ Never will I be welcomed
Amongst the heartless monsters you surround yourself withWho he knows..or lack of better terms doesn't. More to be added later. A swirling mess of hatred and envy
Don't be naive enough to think you're unaffected
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 11:11 pm
~~:Trial and Error:~~ You're frightened, so am I
A world of demons waitFor when things go horribly wrong be it in attempts to contact demons or in steps towards anything really. You're burning, so will I
When I awake and discover how I have been ravaged by your
World.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 11:12 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 11:13 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2009 11:14 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 16, 2010 9:13 pm
Suddenly, you awaken. You are alone. A look at your clock reveals it is midnight--outside the window, the full moon is dark; a streetlight flickers and dies. You feel eyes on your back, and you realize that someone is in your room. There is a soft mumbling, words unintelligible, monstrous--like an inhuman throat is trying to produce human words. Turning slowly, you see a dark shadow in a corner, rocking itself back and forth. Back and forth.
Any attempt to illuminate the monster is thwarted; the darkness of its corner is impenetrable. When you speak to the figure, it doesn't answer, unless there's a slight alteration in the unintelligible mumbling.
Finally, when you approach the shadow-monster, it vanishes.
There is no trace it was ever there.
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