----Basic Information----
Mind behind the Character: The Demon Caligrapher
Name: Dylan Sylus
Nickname: Blink
Gender: Male
Age: 653 years young
Personality: Dylan is often portraited as a somber character. One can even go so far to say that he is shrouded in this overwhelming sense of melancholy. Though he does possess the ful spectrum of emotions, it is hard to decipher one emotion from the other based on his facial expressions. This pattern is only broken by the more extreme levels of emotion (such as fury, rather than anger; bliss rather than happiness; things like that). He is incredibly smart, normally playing the role of a strategist in group assignments or activities. Dylan seems to be the type who can think of every possible outcome of a situation in a single moment. That is just the vibe that a person can get from him. Dylan has a tendency to stare off into space whenever he is thinking. He is terrible at drawn out conversations, normally running out of things to say after a few minutes. He prefers small talk unless he can't avoid it. Deep down in his heart, he feels a strong sense of loyalty towards those he serves. In the dark of the night, Dylan is plagued by heavy depression and insomnia, often going a few days at a time without sleeping before he passes out from exhaustion. He suffers from PTSD as well, due to his past. After all these years, it still terrifies him. Dylan, in nature is rather gentle. He prefers not to injure anyone unless it is absolutely necessary and often chooses the role of a martyr, placing himself in danger rather than allowing others to be hurt. However, he is rather scary when it comes down to it. Whenever he is angered or in distress, his gentle nature leaves him entirely and he adorns a much more aggressive side. In fact, this is one of the reasons he chooses to be gentle. He has a habit of blinking uncontrolably whenever he is feeling pressured, stressed, or nervous, thus the basis for his nickname.
History: Dylan was born to a pair of normal parents, who knew nothing of the world of Weapons, Meisters, Shinigami, and the likes. They lived in oblivious bliss as the world around them evolved and changed. They were surrounded by ignorance of the darkest parts of reality. Lord Death and his band of "Old Ones" waged wars on evil, sealing away the Kishin Asura and trapping demons in the Book of Eibon; Dylan and his family worked as farmers and lived a peaceful life. Dylan's older brother Kisuke had long since become a man and had moved out. It was just Dylan, his father, and his mother living at home. No word reached them about any sort of monster or other supernatural beings, for a while. After Asura was initially sealed by Lord Death and his crew, there was still a tint of Asura's madness envoloping a part of the world. While Death was working to dispel that veil of insanity, he didn't work fast enough.
Dylan and his family had gone bankrupt. Their crops weren't selling for as high as they had been before, and they barely had enough money to keep their property or buy necessary goods. Tensions in the family were running high. Dylan's parents were fighting constantly, mostly about money. They all were afraid. Their financial situation had broken their willpower, and they were vulnerable to even the smallest hint of madness, so as they worked, they slowly were overtaken by immense fear. Dylan and his family become recluses. They never left their property and instead turned it into their own personal santuary. They dug their own well for water, grew crops only for food and nutrients, and build fences to keep outsiders away.
A few months of this passed by before real tragedy struck. Dylan and his father, Ryuken Sylus, were outside culling that years crops, planning to store it away to use as food later that year. Dylan's brother had shown up around noon and declared that he would be moving in to help work on the farm, since they had been in severe poverty for a while. Reluctent, Dylan's parents allowed Kisuke to stay. Kisuke and Mayuri were in the house working on fixing supper that night while Dylan and Ryuken were finishing up storing the harvest. Inside the house, Kisuke knocked over a lit candle on accident. In moments, the lower floor of the house was engulfed in flame, Mayuri and Kisuke still trapped inside. Ryuken ran inside in an attempt to save his wife and son, and had ordered Dylan to remain outside. They never made it out.
As Dylan watched helplessly as his family and his home turned to ash, the world around him crashing down without any warning. The madness that had weaved its way into his soul flared up, and in response Dylan's soul attacked it. While he had no idea what had happened inside of him, or what madness and wavelengths were, Dylan's soul was a rare soul that possessed an Anti-Demon wavelength. However, at such a young age his wavelength was held dormant inside his ignorant body. The tragedy he had witnessed, along with the subsequent flare of madness in his body, had caused it to awake subconsciously and destroy the madness within him.
Dylan left his property, no longer afraid of the outside world. Rather, he was now afraid of being alone. His mother had always told him that loneliness would etch scars on the heart and eventually lead to death. He wanted to be around people, so Dylan traveled to the nearest town, where many people were gathered on a daily basis. All of his efforts to meet people were shot down. Dylan's spirit was broken. He was an orphan on the streets. The only way he could eat was by stealing food from local vendors, something he became pretty good at. He was on the streets for around a year before someone took him in.
The person who found Dylan and gave him a new home was a nobleman who went by the name Victor Van Dort. His family came from old money, and he and his wife became Dylan's surrogate parents. They gave him food, shelter, new clothes to wear, and even a proper education in the form of private tutors. There was a piece missing in Dylan from the death of his parents, but that was overshadowed by the affection that Victor and his wife Emily had showered him with. They were kind people.
Dylan noticed that in the short few hours between 8 o'clock at night and midnight, the two tended to disappear without a trace. They hadn't left entirely, and were alway back long before dawn broke. While he was suspicious and curious as to their wherabouts, Dylan never questioned them. He didn't want to break the bond that was forming between the three of them. It was the closest to happiness he had felt in a long time.
In the dark of the night, unbeknownst to Dylan, Victor and Emily Van Dort worshiped a powerful demon that was known as Acnologia, a demon of destruction. One of the few that had escaped inprisonment within the Book of Eibon and the Shinigami. They sacrificed lives for the demon in order for him to grow more powerful, and in return he blessed them with protection from their enemies. Victor and Emily weren't the only ones who worshipped this demon. There was an entire cult that met up under the Van Dort estate to perform sacrifices and rituals to the monster they saw as their god.
A dark day for the cult came when Lord Death sent a few of his subordinates to investigate a dark power that was growing in the area. The two he sent were a powerful duo. When they found the demon, a large scale battle commenced. And while the demon held his own as best he could, he eventually was destroyed. In the settling dust, the cultists that worshipped Acnologia retrieved his soul and hid it from emissaries of the Shinigami. After failing to find the soul, the two returned to Death to report.
The cult frantically researched how to revive the demon from the soul alone, but they had no luck. Even with all the arcane books they had acquired, there was no spell or ritual that could simply revive the demon without its body. However, they did find a spell that could transfer a soul into a corpse. The corpse had to be fresh, with a soul only recently being removed from the body. There was another catch: the soul from the surrogate body had to be pure. Because of the fact that the cultists' souls had been tainted during their time worshipping the demon, they couldn't use one of their own bodies to transplant the soul. And since most of the cultists had good standing within the community, they couldn't go out and kidnap a random civilian. After some thought, Victor and Emily offered Dylan up as the surrogate body.
Dylan was asleep in his room whenever Victor crept in and woke Dylan. He told him to follow, and the young boy blindly obeyed.
They traveled down a narrow staircase, decending into a corridor enshrouded in darkness. There was a distinct metallic smell, from all the blood that had spilt down there; the air was musty. Dylan found it hard to breathe. After walking for what seemed like hours, in reality it was only a few minutes, a faint light appeared in the distance. Dylan recognized it as the glow of candlelight. He was getting flashbacks of the fire at his old home. He stopped walking and tried to turn back, telling Victor that he was scared and that he wanted to go back upstairs. Victor gently protested and told him that everything was going to be alright, that he wasn't going to get hurt. Dylan reluctantly continued moving.
Dylan and Victor stepped through an arched opening into a small room filled with people wearing cloaks and masked. There was a stone slab in the center of the room that was raised off the ground via a peddestal beneath it to form a table. There were numerous candles lining the walls, and even more candles encircling the table. The candles were made from a black wax and gave off a disturbing smell as they burned. Dylan paniced and turned to run out of the room, but before he had a chance to Victor raised his hand and brought it down hard on Dylan's neck, knocking him unconscious.
When he awoke, Dylan was strabbed naked to the table, a series of bindings wrapped around his ankles and wrists, leading down to hooks on the ground. The bindings were enscribed with strange runic symbols. He struggled against the bindings as sound flooded his head. The cultists surrounding him were chanting in rhythm, and a sole member stepped forward from the group holding a book that had been leather-bound in human flesh rather than cow hide. The cultist with the book was none other than Victor. With one hand and gestured for two other cultists to step forward.
Victor and the two cultists who were standing on either side of the table were the only three not weaking a mask. One of them was an elderly man holding a nearly black orb that glowed with energy. Dylan wouldn't recognize this orb, but it was the soul the cultists had stolen away from Lord Deaths emissaries. The other cultist was holding a decorative blade engrave with rare gems, and a silver blade stained with blood. The cultist with the knife was Victor's wife Emily.
Dylan's eyes widened from surprise and betrayal. "What the hell are you doing? Emily! Victor! Please, let me go! Don't hurt me! You don't need to do this!" Dylan pleaded as they came closer.
Emily's eyes looked almost pained. As if she didn't want to do this, but she didn't have a choice. The older man had no expression at all. Victor avoided meeting Dylan's gaze as he began reading from the book, a different verse than what the other cultists were chanting. Emily brought down the blade and pressed it against Dylan's skin, dragging it from his chest down to his waistline. Dylan screamed in agony as the blade split his skin apart and cut through his bones as well. He watched helplessly as Emily used her hands to pry open to wound and his broken ribcage. He pulled against the restraints, trying as hard as he could to grab her hands and stop her. The pain became unbearable and the last thing he saw before passing out was Emily reaching into the open cavity and pulling out a blue orb similar in shape to the one the old man was carrying, but much brighter. After that, everything faded to black.
As the old man placed the demon's soul inside of Dylan's currently soulless body, a light broke in Dylan's mind.
He was standing in a white void, as naked as he had been on the table, with no wound on his chest. He looked unscathed. Where am I...? He asked out loud. His voice echoed through the empty space endlessly. He glanced around and began walking, trying to figure out how he got there. Dylan couldn't remember anything. He knew his name, he knew his past, but he didn't remember what had brought him to the void. He stopped walking whenever the white void exploded with red beneath his feet.
"Thank you for your body, boy. Now begone. I have work to do."
As the new voice boomed overhead, shaking the space surrounding Dylan, a figure rose from the bloody murk that served as the floor. The new figure was huge in comparison with the boy. Several feet taller, built like a body builder, and eminating an overwhelming power that nearly brought Dylan to his knees. There were two horns that grew from his head, curling around and ending with a point that aimed for the sky. His skin was covered in black scales that shone in the light, or at least from whatever form of light was being produced from this mental world. He raised his hand and swung it through the air, sending a wave of energy towards Dylan.
The wave washed over him and he flew backwards, landing several meters away from the demon. Dylan stood up, frightened, but not ready to give up his body. He wasn't ready to die yet. "No... I won't let you have it... I don't even know what's going on right now... But I don't want to die.." Dylan responded quietly. He didn't know how he was supposed to deal with this monster. Dylan had no power. He was just an ordinary boy, who was the victim of a darker injustice than he even knew existed until today. Dylan straightened himself up before running at the demon, raising is fist and hitting the monster in the leg.
Acnologia simply knocked Dylan away with the back of his hand. The demon smirked and launched a series of energy beams in Dylan's direction. Dylan rolled away from the beams and charged at the demon again.
Back in the real world, Victor began chanting another spell from the book. The first spell was meant to remove the original soul from the body without damaging it. The second spell was to help the new soul take route and accept the body as its new host. The soul responded by releasing a pulse of wavelength throught the body that lit up the veins and arteries in the body with a dark red color. The soul settled in place and had made itself home.
Victor put the book down and helped Emily seal up Dylan's body, pushing his ribcage back together and closing the wound with a series of stitches. Victor glanced at Emily as they worked. "Are we doing the right thing...?" His eyes were filled with tears, but he held them back. Emily shook her head. "I don't know. But if Lord Acnologia is revived, maybe we can ask him to bring Dylan back to life somehow...." Emily didn't hold back her sadness. Tears streamed down her cheek and her body began to shudder. Victor rounded the table and embraced her, holding her close to him and letting her cry. The old man watched the two with a blank stare before turning and heading towards the exit of the room. He stopped and whispered to one of the masked membered, who nodded in response. He walked towards the center of the room and stood behind Victor, drawing a sword from beneath his cloak. Emily and Victor both spat blood as the blade plunged through their chests.
While time in the real world had only passed by 10 minutes, time in the mental world was stretched and had seen several hours.
Dylan's efforts to overtake the demon had been unsuccessfull. Every time he got close, he was either swatted away or bombarded with strange attacks. Dylan had spent most of his time running, while only occassionally attempting to hit the demon. He did land a few hits, but they didn't have enough strength backing them to do any real damage. The demon laughed as Dylan ran.
"How long are we going to keep this up child? You have wasted hours of my time running away. Can't you see that it is futile? You cannot defeat me. Just fall. Give up and let me take what belongs to me." Acnologia's voice was filled with annoyance and anger. He gathered an enormous ball of energy between his palms and poised it above his head. The demon, having been inside of Dylan's mind long enough, had seen every moment that the boy had lived through. He chuckled as he decided to use this information to break down his host's spirit, in order to finally end the battle and make Dylan give up hope. "Just die already. That seems to be the only thing your family is good for."
Dylan stopped running as the last sentence left the monster's scaly lips. The demon tossed the gathered energy towards Dylan, who stood still as it raced towards him. His hair was covering his eyes and his lips were pursed into an angry frown. The ball collided with Dylan's form and the result was a powerful explosion that shook the entirety of the inner world.
As the dust settled, Acnologia turned away, sure that he had triumphed over the feeble child, ready to return to the world and kill the two who had stolen his life originally.
"Take it back."
A look of surprise shadowed Acnologia's face as Dylan's voice broke the silence after the blast. He turned his head in the direction the voice had come from. Dylan's form was completely intact. Unblemished from the powerful explosion. There was a thick white aura eminating from his body now, one that struck fear into the demon's core.
Acnologia's eyes narrowed. "Those idiots. This is an anti-demon wavelength. How could they not have noticed this..?"
"Maybe you didn't hear me. I said take it back." Dylan's voice was filled with menace and killing intent. He turned and began walking towards the demon.
"Looks like I struck a nerve," Acnologia said nervously. He took a couple steps backwards away from Dylan. The demon turned and began running, trying to put distance between himself and the enraged child.
Dylan clenched his fist and stomped his foot on the ground. The glowing aura around him exploded outward and drained the red from the world, returning it to its original white color. Acnologia was caught up in the blast and felt pain flush through him, knocking him to the ground. Dylan continued walking and eventually was standing next to Acnologia's head.
"My parents... Were good, hardworking people. My brother was one of the best people I have ever met. Don't you dare talk bad about them!" Dylan spoke, his voice rising to a shout by the end. He punctuated his words by slamming his fist into the back of Acnologia's head. The impact caused the aura surrounding Dylan to explode again, but this time just through the point of impact. Acnologia's body would turn white before he would melt into the white floor.
Dylan stood straight as he felt the anger in his body subside. He felt dizzy and he swayed side to side as the white aura around him dissolved. The boy's eyes fluttered closed and he fell unconscious to the ground.
Back in the read world, Victor and Emily fell to their knees before falling completely to the floor. The sword through their chests had narrowly missed their hearts, but it did open their lungs and drowned them in their own blood. The rest of the cult moved to clean up the bodies, setting them on fire with matches and letting them burn down. Dylan's eyes opened slowly, groggily and let the little light there was in the room to filter back in. He remembered the ceiling that he had been under when he had passed out. It snapped him out of his drowsy state and he began tugging at his restraints again. The cult members noticed that he had awoken, but given his frantic state had realized that they had failed. Though they were intrigued. He was conscious, and his soul was currently floating in the air beside the boy, so the demon's soul did take hold. However, it was Dylan's consciousness that remained.
The cult kept Dylan strapped to the table as they cleaned up the ashes of Victor and Emily. They huddled together and spoke quietly amongst themselves. They were discussing exactly what to do with Dylan. After they reached a decision, they used more of the marked wrappings to strengthen his bound writst and ankles, ensuring that he wouldn't get loose in their absensce, then they put out the candles and left. Alone in the darkness, Dylan screamed for help, but no one could hear him.
For hundreds of years the cult met during their usual time to gather information about Dylan's situation. They used arcane relics and various spells to determine whether the soul was stable, or whether it had failed and he was just borrowing its power to keep himself alive. They cut him open and sewed him shut countless times. And as the world evolved, so did their experiments. Eventually a group of the wealthier cult members pooled their money and funded the construction of a private research facility. They transfered Dylan there where they had better equipment to use and a much larger space to test him with. Each time one of the cult members passed away, a new one surfaced. Probably their decendents or someone who was introduced into the group. The cult abandonned their cloaks and masks and instead wore lab coats to better look the part of scientists. Though, as the cultists evolved, so did Dylan.
The constant barrage of physical trama, pain, and stress caused Dylan to subconsciously tap into the power of the demon wavelength that was his body was housing. He only had limited access to what he could accomplish, but it was enough. During one of the experiments, Dylan tried furiously to escape from the chair he was strapped to and in the process his body responded by releasing a red energy that rose from his body and danced in the air. The cultists were both excited by this turn of events, but they were also fearful. The energy responded to Dylan's struggle to get out and lashed out at the men and women surrounding him. The energy would explode on contact and critically injure most of them before Dylan was sedated. They knew this energy. It was the same energy that their master Acnologia could summon and control. They also knew how it worked and how to work around it.
After Dylan's stunt with the sudden emergence of his first ability, the cultists began injecting him with this drug that would block all of the pours on his body and prevent them from releasing any form of substance, including the explosive red energy. Once they began injecting him with that drug, the experiments got more abstract and intense. They were trying to stress his body to its limits in order to awaken more of their master's abilities. Their theory was that if Dylan was able to use more of his abilities, maybe Dylan's consciousness would eventually be swallowed and Acnologia would emerge. While their initial theory was sound, it never happened. Instead, Dylan's body slowly began to evolve to counter their experiments.
One of the initial bodily evolutions, after the awakening of the Volatile Energy (as the cultists had named it), was his cells beginning to regenerate at an alarming rate. It was slow at first, but still faster. They would cut him open, and by the next day the cuts were completely healed. However, over time that process sped up. It got to the point where the moment they split his skin open it would heal. The cultists took note of this and decided to use other devices. They used internal probing tools, inserting them into his body to get samples of certain body parts and taking images of others. Again Dylan's body responded on an evolutionary basis.
As his skin cells died off and replaced themselves, they began forming a much tighter knit network of tissue. At first it was as if his skin was like cloth rather than skin, and within a few weeks it was like theather. Half a year after that process began, his skin was as hard as iron. In response, the cultists used a blow torch to burn his skin away so that they could stick IV's in him to inject him with chemicals. Every time they did, Dylan would pass out from the pain.
The chemicals he would be injected with would have a variety of effects. Some of them were unknown chemicals that would cause unknown effects, others would temporarily disable his immune system to see if he would contract diseases. A few of the unknown chemicals would mix together to form a series of powerful endorphins. However, Dylan's body would refuse to accept them and instead it was absorbed into his skin as the cells reformed. The endorphins spread and emplanted into every skin cell that lined his body, and every new cell was also coated with the chemicals. The doctors realized this when one of them with a broken arm grabbed Dylan's hand and soon after felt no pain. This led to many more experiments down the line.
The same chemicals that combined to form the pain-killing endorphins ended up infecting Dylan's lungs and fusing with his aveoli and coating the inner walls of his bronchus. While Dylan and the scientists weren't aware of this originally, they found out whenever Dylan was breathing heavily after a long series of physical tests. He was struggling to catch his breath and eventually a red mist began leaving his lips. The cultists originally thought this to be vaporized blood, because of the color, but soon realized it was something else whenever they no longer could tell which direction they were moving. A few of them put on gas masks and continued the experiments for the day, while the others left to recover. This became the new norm for them. They would all wear gas masks whenever they were near Dylan.
They began exposing Dylan to different kinds of wavelengths. Meister, Weapon, Witch, Madness, Demon. They covered the full spectrum. However, whenever they exposed him to an Anti-Demon wavelength, they stopped. Dylan began convulsing wildly in pain as the wavelength came in contact with his own soul. This cemented the idea that he truly is a demon. However, deep down within his soul, something changed. The demon soul, which was stable for the moment, fluctuated in the exact centerpoint of its core. This fluctuation gave way to a small orb of white wavelength forming and settling within the soul.
To explain what happened: Whenever Dylan and Acnologia had that internal struggle, Dylan accessed an Anti-Demon wavelength. Now, the only way this was possible was because his original Soul, the one that possessed the Anti-Demon wavelength, at left a small echo of the wavelength lingering in Dylan's body. This is why his consciousness was left behind after the soul had been removed. The wavelength manifested in such a way that it fought for control of Dylan's body and hijacked his personality right before it faded. Whenever Acnologia's consciousness was destroyed, the wavelength replaced the missing consciousness with Dylan's. The wavelength continued lingering in his system, however since it had allowed for the integration of Dylan's personality with the foreign soul, along with the fact that it had been in Dylan's body whenever the demon soul was placed in him, it never produced any negative effects.
Now, however, since he was exposed to a foreign Anti-Demon wavelength, the lingering wavelength in his body returned to his soul and gathered in a space that was previously empty... The part that was destroyed with Acnologia's consciousness. As long as the wavelength is sitting only within that empty space, it doesn't harm Dylan at all, and is just a natural part of his unnatural soul. However, soon the wavelength responded to Dylan's desperation and a new ability was born.
It started in the middle of the usual series of tests, whenever they were going to burn his skin to give way to the tissues beneath. The Anti-Demon wavelength released a pulse of wavelength outward that formed a reflective rainbow-colored sphere around his body. Dylan screamed in pain, but the orb did knock the blow torch out of the cultists hand. They were all staring in awe at this new ability being activated as it broke apart and formed a massive swarm of wavelength-blades that spun around the room and destroyed a majority of the equipment, as well as critically injuring and even killing most of the cultists.
The remaining cultists used all of the wavelengths they had access to in order to bombard Dylan with foreign wavelengths. This knocked his soul off rhythm and the blades dissipated. As punishment, the cultists locked him within a cell that vibrated with a frequency that would cancel out his unnatural abilities if they made contact, limiting their use to within the room itself.
However, whenever the petals were swarming around the room, one of them dissolved and implanted itself onto one of the cultists. Dylan was unaware of this. He had no idea what was going on to begin with, let alone how to use his new abilities. He was sitting in the room, thinking about how he could get out, whenever he began imagining what he would do once outside. He wished more than anything to be out. Before long, he felt a small tug on his soul, as if something was sucking it out of him. However, it was being tugged by another point in space. Dylan was sure of that. He didn't fight it. He allowed his soul to be transported. As he let go, his vision began swirling and the world around him was sucked away as if it had gone down a drain. In the same moment that his field of vision had swirled and vanished, a new reality came into view with the same motion. He was outside of the room!
Dylan was in a hospital bed, doctors filing in and out of the room, nurses staring in awe of the man that was on the bed. Dylan was about to stand up, but his vision was once again whisked away. He found himself back in the vibrating room. Dylan screamed and banged on the walls. He begged to get out. He clawed, kicked, punched, used his abilities as best he could (which wasn't very well, he lacked the training). The cultists left him in the room for a long time, giving him food and water during the day to keep him going.
Months passed, Dylan's spirit was broken. He had lost all the life in his eyes. The cultists had spent the last few months making a device they could lock around Dylan's neck in order to remotely deactivate his abilities. They had decided to test how they worked exactly and see how well Dylan could use them. They began taking him out to ghost towns, travelling for hours at a time. Once there, they would have Dylan use his abilities, or at least attempt to. Whenever he got the hang of how they were activated, they would keep an eye on him, making sure that if he got out of control that they deactivated the ability. Dylan's abilities were very lackluster in their eyes. One of them left him in pain, one of them was a shadow of their former master, and the rest of them were for supportive use.
Eventually the scientists began pushin him, using emotional stress as a trigger for stronger abilities. They made him very mad, and he used his abilities to level an entire town. They made him sad, and his abilities dwindled to points where they did nothing in terms of destruction. In fact, when they made him sad, even his destructive energy did little more than scuff the side of a building. When they were satisfied with their researched, they locked Dylan back in the room, removing the device from his neck to make modifications that would allow them to chemically trigger emotions.
Dylan lost track of the days he spent in the room. He didn't care. He knew there was no saving him, so he gave up. Dylan was sitting against a wall in the vibrating room when he heard something strange outside.
There was a large explosion and the sounds of several of the cult members yelling and sounding frantic. The ordeal lasted only a few moments before everything went silent. Dylan pressed his ear to the door and only heard a void of nothingness on the other side. Soon the door to his prison swung open and revealed the source of the parting chaos. A woman, young looking, but with an air that revealed he was much older than she appeared. She smiled and introduced herself as Noira.
Dylan took the woman's hand as she helped him up, skeptical of the kindness the stranger showed him. She explained that she was not expecting the boy, but instead came searching for the demon Acnologia to recruit him to her cause. Although the affair sounded sinister, Dylan couldn't help but feel gratitude towards the dark haired woman. He joined the Blackwings on that day, and from then on, has vowed to serve and protect his savior until she sets him loose.
----General Information----
Race: Demon
Family (If none leave blank): Mayuri Sylus (Mother, deceased), Ryuken Sylus (Father, deceased), Kisuke Sylus (Older brother, deceased),
Sealed Appearance: No sealed appearance.
----Abilities and Techniques Information----
Something to note, most of Dylan's abilities can be traced back to when he was experimented on in his early life, and only two of these abilities are inherently offensive, with a restriction that he cannot use both abilities at the same time. Also, he isn't meant to be an outright offensive character. His abilities are set so that he fits into a more supportive role, taking the flak for his allies and making sure they can do their parts, while also being able to switch to an offensive role when needed.
Volatile Energy
- Dylan's main ability in terms of offensive power comes in the form of an extremely volatile form of energy that he is able to produce at will through the numerous pores that line his body. He can manipulate this energy at will, with nothing more than the movement of his body and a thought in his mind. This energy is explosive in nature, so it carries a vast amount of destructive power behind its whimsical appearance. Dylan can throw this energy in the form of projectiles, shoot it outward like a flamethrower, and even just have it float in the air around him. These are just a few of the things he can acomplish with this energy. Three gifs are provided below to show what this energy looks like as it is produced and a couple ways that Dylan can utilize this energy. This power backing this energy is directly proportionate to Dylan's emotions. If he is angry, the destructive power behind this energy is much greater (similar to the second gif below). Since this energy is explosive in nature, an easy way to counter it is to insulate his attacks or surround him in water (of course, easy being a relative term). Although this ability can still pack a punch when he's calm, the real devastation comes when he reaches a state of emotional turmoil. Using this ability for a long duration leaves Dylan in a state of exhaustion, and the duration of time before he feels fatigued depends on the volume he is producing this energy. So, if he is producing a small amount of energy at a time, he is able to use this ability longer. The more upset Dylan becomes, the less he is able to control the volume of energy he produces.
In a completely calm state, This energy is strong enough to push enemies back and form bruises.
Hardened skin
- Dylan's skin has been mutated so that whenever his skin cells died and were replaced, they formed in a way that made them much denser, essentially giving his body an exoskeleton in the form of his own skin. His skin is like iron. He receives damage from physical attacks at a reduced rate.
Sensory Disestablishment
- Dylan is able to exhale a large amount of red mist that envelops the area around him. Anyone, outside of Dylan, who breathes in this mist experiences a temporary confusion of sensory information. For 10 of the affected person's posts after this effect is used, all directions feel reversed to them, causing an extreme sense of disorientation and even messing with kinesthesia (the way the body tells where it is in space, including limbs and other body parts; kinesthesia is how we can tell that our left arm is our left arm without having to look at it 24/7). Forward becomes backward, up becomes down, so on and so forth. They even feel pain in a reversed fashion. A wound on their abdomen will feel like pain in their lower back, for example. Allies are also affected by this ability. This ability has a twice per battle limit.
"Swap Me"
- A unique form of teleportation that Dylan has, and one of the few abilities that Dylan had before the experiments began. Dylan can "tear" off pieces of his soul and attach them to someone in the form of a small mark on their body. Dylan must have permission to use this, and the recipient of this mark must be willing to allow him to place this mark on them. Once per battle, Dylan is able to create a transfer of energy between himself and the marked person through that mark, and in the process their bodies are swapped as well. In simpler terms, Dylan is able to swap places in space with one person that his mark is placed on. However, this is only temporary. The swap lasts for only a couple of seconds before they return to their original places.
Here is a much easier explanation:
Person A is standing at Point A
Person B is standing at Point B, and is marked
---"Swap Me" activates---
Person A is transfered to Point B
Person B is transfered to Point A
After a couple seconds, Person A returns to Point A
Person B returns to Point B
After this ability returns them to their original places, all of the marks disappear and return to Dylan's soul. Because of the immense toll, both mentally and physically, that this ability places on Dylan whenever it is used, he isn't able to attack whenever the two exchange places, and he must wait to attack until after they are swapped back.
Increased Regeneration
- Dylan's wounds heal at an incredibly fast rate, to the point that minor cuts heal almost instantaneously, deeper wounds take longer to heal however. He still receives damage, and he cannot repair missing limbs or missing organs. If the damage is too severe, or the wound is too deep, then the wound will only heal part of the way and Dylan will need further medical assistance to be fully recovered.
Enhanced Body Type
- Due to his the amount of stress his body had gone through, as well as a few side effects of the experiments, Dylan's body is much stronger, faster, and more durable than the normal body. He is capable of receiving heavy amounts of damage without falling, run at the speed of sound, and lift nearly 1,000 pounds of weight. He also has a high amount of stamina
Pain Killer
- Dylan's body is capable of releasing unique endorphins that are absorbed by his skin. These endorphins are much more powerful than leading pain killers. While Dylan is unable to use these endorphins to ease his own pain, he is able to use it on others. This can be done through skin-to-skin contact, during which the other person's/being's body will absorb a small amount of the chemical through their own skin. Doing so will cause an almost instantaneous ease of pain, leaving them pain free for around an hour. This endorphin, unlike other chemicals, is non-lethal so there is no chance of overdose or death, let alone any other negative side effects.
Wilting of Eden
- One of the few abilities that has been kept since before the experiments began, Dylan is able to produce a special wavelength that manifests in a physical state. This wavelength is made of anti-demon wavelength, which is completely contradictory to his current demonic wavelength. This ability begins by producing a visible pulse of wavelength that refracts light in different ways and appears to the eye as a rainbow sphere around Dylan. This pulse itself isn't dangerous, however it is very hard. Rock solid, to be exact, so this ability, if timed right, can block a single attack before it resolves fully. Soon after this sphere forms, it begins to crack and fragment before shattering into hundreds of thousands of small petal-shaped blades. Dylan can control these blade with his mind, or with his hands if he wants to make them move faster. Each blade is razor sharp, and can still be blocked by normal means. This ability has a once per battle use, so if these blades are somehow destroyed they cannot be replaced. While this ability is very useful and balanced in terms of combat ability, activating this ability sends a shockwave of intense pain through Dylan's body and soul. This is due to the anti-demon wavelength that is used to manifest the petals.
----Miscellaneous----
Hobbies:
- Reading
- Playing games
- Doing Puzzles
Likes:
- His allies
- Peaceful Days
- Sunlight
Dislikes:
- Being angry
- People being hurt
- Nightmares
- Needles or other medical equipment
- Being restrained
- Being alone
Dreams & Aspirations:
- "Make friends, no one wants to die alone." - Mayuri Sylus
- Dylan's only dream is to surround himself with friends, that way he never has to be alone again.
Other:
