Let the mirror show:
My name is Malphas
My god is Silenced Nocturne
I'm currently 693 years old.
What do I look like: Male
I am a Ooh, that's a good question... Let's say... Open. To anyone I deem attractive.
Blood in me Demon
I bow to Hell's Cradle.
Rank of power:Strong enough.
I work for: Vengeance. Sweet, sweet vengeance.
My weapon of choice is a Simple, but elegant dagger made of silver. I had it specially made
I can also do Some fun things with this black fire I can summon, I have a slightly ratty pair of wings on my back, and I can fly with them.
Weakness: Holy items, particularly blessed salt. And Rosemary make me puke. I can't stand the putrid stuff.
Some say my personality is Obsessive, cruel, warped, slightly insane. All high praise in my opinion.
A little something about me? I was once a thrall to a foolish wizard, that didn't last particularly long, but once that little mess, (Oh, and it was quite messy once I was done), I tried so very hard to make it on my own in Hell's Cradle. It's called that for a reason you know, killing left and right, power struggles with and amazing amount of collateral damage. Well as Fantastic as that is, it's still hard. Really, really hard, to make it completely on your own. I signed on with Deluge, at first I was just another flunky, disposable. But I proved my worth, time and time again. Got promoted, became his personal body guard. He was... So much better than I could ever voice. Physically, and personality wise. I devoted myself to him, mind, body, soul. All that Jazz. I was determined to help push him to the top, right where he belonged. Then, I failed. I failed completely. I couldn't protect him from the disgusting little slut who owned him as much as I did. No, I still owe Deluge. I always will own him something, because he owned all of me and death isn't about to change that.
So I've been hunting. Listening, Trying to find that scrap of filth who killed Deluge, and kill him. I owe Deluge that much, I'm going to make it so that he can enjoy the wretch's screams from the afterlife, then I'll join him myself.
I belong to him. I always will.
I listen to Revenge I seek-Bleeding Through ((language warning))
My name is Malphas
My god is Silenced Nocturne
I'm currently 693 years old.
What do I look like: Male
I am a Ooh, that's a good question... Let's say... Open. To anyone I deem attractive.
Blood in me Demon
I bow to Hell's Cradle.
Rank of power:Strong enough.
I work for: Vengeance. Sweet, sweet vengeance.
My weapon of choice is a Simple, but elegant dagger made of silver. I had it specially made
I can also do Some fun things with this black fire I can summon, I have a slightly ratty pair of wings on my back, and I can fly with them.
Weakness: Holy items, particularly blessed salt. And Rosemary make me puke. I can't stand the putrid stuff.
Some say my personality is Obsessive, cruel, warped, slightly insane. All high praise in my opinion.
A little something about me? I was once a thrall to a foolish wizard, that didn't last particularly long, but once that little mess, (Oh, and it was quite messy once I was done), I tried so very hard to make it on my own in Hell's Cradle. It's called that for a reason you know, killing left and right, power struggles with and amazing amount of collateral damage. Well as Fantastic as that is, it's still hard. Really, really hard, to make it completely on your own. I signed on with Deluge, at first I was just another flunky, disposable. But I proved my worth, time and time again. Got promoted, became his personal body guard. He was... So much better than I could ever voice. Physically, and personality wise. I devoted myself to him, mind, body, soul. All that Jazz. I was determined to help push him to the top, right where he belonged. Then, I failed. I failed completely. I couldn't protect him from the disgusting little slut who owned him as much as I did. No, I still owe Deluge. I always will own him something, because he owned all of me and death isn't about to change that.
So I've been hunting. Listening, Trying to find that scrap of filth who killed Deluge, and kill him. I owe Deluge that much, I'm going to make it so that he can enjoy the wretch's screams from the afterlife, then I'll join him myself.
I belong to him. I always will.
I listen to Revenge I seek-Bleeding Through ((language warning))
Zephyr- Lustful Demon- Currently unpaired.
My name is Zephyr
My god is Silenced Nocturne
I'm currently 571 years old
What do I look like: Male
I am a Healthy young demon who enjoys the company of beautiful people! That said, there are just so many beautiful people out there, such a shame I can't get my hands, and tongue, and... You know what I mean... On all of them. Can't hurt to try though right darling?
Blood in me Demon
I bow to No one!
Rank of power: Strong enough?
I work for: The highest bidder
My weapon of choice is a Whip! I got a really nice one with spikes all down the whippy part! Ooh, ooh, and a cleaver! It's so square and heavy and sharp. It's just the perfect thing to use when I need to chop someone up!
I can also do this cool thing with wind, I can control air to a certain extent, I can even fly using my powers! Without wings!
Weakness: Holy objects/magic, silver and gold, I've got a rosemary allergy as well. Blech, I dunno why people like to cook with it, it smells so disgusting!
Some say my personality is Childish, manipulative, impulsive, cruel, I just do what I find to be fun. The term "Man-whore" also pops up a lot when some people talk about me. I can't help it there are so many people out there I want to get my mitts on!
A little something about me? I was born out of wed-lock to someone. I don't really know. I was found by a group of mercenaries, they were the ones who raised me, taught me how to fight. I got this ring that probably belongs to one of my parents, it's made of heavy brass , signet's almost worn out. It looks like a pentacle, and although I have researched it a bit, the only thing it's led me too is a human wizard, and he's soooooooooo dead. His last summoning tore him apart. Nice work on their part actually. Points for doing what they did to the dip's skull, cut perfectly in half. Perfectly. I mean Damn right?
So I've been pursuing the fine art of spilling blood ever since I left the merry band of psycos that raised me. I'm thinking about working for Ren and Gin, heard they got a nice system of rewards going on, best slaves in two hundred miles (I can attest to this by the way)
I listen to For your entertainment except I'm not, you're here for mine! Of course, on the flipside, Flesh describes me sometimes as well~ I like a few different forms of entertainment.
