General
Name: Rabon
Alias: Ra
Age: 6,478
Birth date: Unknown
Gender: Male
Race: Demon
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 130
Origin: Spawn
Appearance
Hair: White, shagged
Eyes: Blue
Clothing: As seen in picture
Stature: He looks rather skinny but he stands tall and looks very handsome.
Signature: None
Noticeable Features: His hands, the long blue nails
Tattoos: None
Piercings: None
Information
Affinity: Water
Known affinities: Water
Rank: Guardian
Instructor: Unknown
Family: Unknown
Personality
He is sly with men and flirtatious with ladies.
Witty and quick minded he sweeps the girls off their feet, as he enrages the men-folk.
Fighting ability
He is as elegant as he is beautiful, he appears to be dancing when he fights.
One move there smoothly goes into the next stance.
Rabon is an artist of his trade.
Weapons, Items, Etc
A staff
Talents
Magic is all he really knows
Specific Magic skill
Water: Drown, Waterfall, Rain
Biography
He felt the touch grass brushing against his cheeks and the smell of fresh air.
Opening his eyes a white light poured in blinding him for a moment.
Rabon could make out a tree…a white tree with leaves like the stars.
Glowing, glistening in the rays of the sun.
Pushing himself up into a sitting position his side began to hurt.
Something was wrong, where was he?
All he could remember was his name, only his name.
Forcing himself to his feet and stumbled to the tree and leaned on its trunk.
Gazing upward he peered through the leaves, the light barely showing through.
Is this heaven? Am I dead?
Falling back down onto his knees he wept.
Wept for his lost memories, his soul, and his future.
As the tears rolled down his face he heard a faint voice calling to him.
Staring across the landscape he saw a woman walked gracefully walking toward him.
She was as pale as the snow and the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
The woman knelt down next to him; her hand cradled his wet cheek.
“Why do you cry?” Her voice was filled with concern and yet it was sweet as honey.
“I am gone…” Rabon cried through his wimping tone.
She just smiled, “You are only lost.”
Before he could ask her to explain she kissed his lips and the new world around him started to swirl and disappear.
He awoke in a dark damp alley,
There was a terrible pain on his head.
As he placed his hand to coddle his new pain he felt something pointy and hard.
His face turned dead white and he leaned over to mirror himself in a puddle.
There on his head were horns.
On his back were wings.
Between his legs was a tail.
On his fingers were long blue finger nails.
His whole body had changed…he had become a demon.
Collapsing to the ground he wanted to cry again.
He wanted to know why this happened to him, and he would find out.
Updates
None.
Name: Rabon
Alias: Ra
Age: 6,478
Birth date: Unknown
Gender: Male
Race: Demon
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 130
Origin: Spawn
Appearance
Hair: White, shagged
Eyes: Blue
Clothing: As seen in picture
Stature: He looks rather skinny but he stands tall and looks very handsome.
Signature: None
Noticeable Features: His hands, the long blue nails
Tattoos: None
Piercings: None
Information
Affinity: Water
Known affinities: Water
Rank: Guardian
Instructor: Unknown
Family: Unknown
Personality
He is sly with men and flirtatious with ladies.
Witty and quick minded he sweeps the girls off their feet, as he enrages the men-folk.
Fighting ability
He is as elegant as he is beautiful, he appears to be dancing when he fights.
One move there smoothly goes into the next stance.
Rabon is an artist of his trade.
Weapons, Items, Etc
A staff
Talents
Magic is all he really knows
Specific Magic skill
Water: Drown, Waterfall, Rain
Biography
He felt the touch grass brushing against his cheeks and the smell of fresh air.
Opening his eyes a white light poured in blinding him for a moment.
Rabon could make out a tree…a white tree with leaves like the stars.
Glowing, glistening in the rays of the sun.
Pushing himself up into a sitting position his side began to hurt.
Something was wrong, where was he?
All he could remember was his name, only his name.
Forcing himself to his feet and stumbled to the tree and leaned on its trunk.
Gazing upward he peered through the leaves, the light barely showing through.
Is this heaven? Am I dead?
Falling back down onto his knees he wept.
Wept for his lost memories, his soul, and his future.
As the tears rolled down his face he heard a faint voice calling to him.
Staring across the landscape he saw a woman walked gracefully walking toward him.
She was as pale as the snow and the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.
The woman knelt down next to him; her hand cradled his wet cheek.
“Why do you cry?” Her voice was filled with concern and yet it was sweet as honey.
“I am gone…” Rabon cried through his wimping tone.
She just smiled, “You are only lost.”
Before he could ask her to explain she kissed his lips and the new world around him started to swirl and disappear.
He awoke in a dark damp alley,
There was a terrible pain on his head.
As he placed his hand to coddle his new pain he felt something pointy and hard.
His face turned dead white and he leaned over to mirror himself in a puddle.
There on his head were horns.
On his back were wings.
Between his legs was a tail.
On his fingers were long blue finger nails.
His whole body had changed…he had become a demon.
Collapsing to the ground he wanted to cry again.
He wanted to know why this happened to him, and he would find out.
Updates
None.
