Post by AMON on Oct 4, 2009 1:56:00 GMT 9.5
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True Name:Amon[/size]
Mortal Name:Cadfael Maddock
Physical Age:25
Gender:Male
Celebrity and Best Claim:Prince of Persia
Hierachy Title:Demon of Wrath
Personality: Amon oozes a sense of superiority and arrogance, his presence alone seems to make others feel increasingly uneasy. Amon is billions of years old and so with the imense age comes the feeling of been above those around him. He will spit in the eye of a king, an angel.. a god just as easily has be would keep down a servant under his ownage.
Amon gets what he wants through fear and intimidation, he is after all the demon personification of wrath, for him there is no nice or pleasent way of doing anything; force is all you need to get where you want to be.
He can often be found in bars and clubs, anywhere where there are large crowds, invading the feeble minds of humans and half-breeds, even lesser demons, and whispering little lies into their ears. That person said something bad about you, that girl slept with your partner. Little lies that cause anger and hatred, lies are his currency.
Occupation:Bartender
Appearance: One word can be used to describe Amon; menacing. From the moment you see him there is a heavy feeling in your stomach, the feeling that something bad is going to happen and this man may or may not be the cause of it.
His eye are dark, cruel looking. Though the irises are brown some swear that at times they can be as black as coal and empty, to look into them is to see into an abyss of nothingness.
His clothing usually consits of dark colours; black, reds and blues, usually in the attire of jeans, button up shirts and jackets. He will always be seen wearing a red sash, no matter where he is this length of material will always be on his body somewhere worked into his outfit.
Physically Amon is perfectly fit. Though rather slender, he has muscles built up in all the right places to give him the perfect form for fighting, even though he seems to never work out and spends most of his time drinking and smoking. His chest, arms and back are covered in scars, all are reminders of a won battle, some are thousands of years old while others are less than two days old.
His hair is jet black and ends around his chin, been slightly longer at the back. It is never combed or cared for and is constantly a mess with little random trinkets tied into thin breads (usually beads).
Nationality:Egyption/English
Appearance: His skin is ash black with rivlets of gold coursing through his skin like liquid. Metal knee high boot form, engraved with images of figures in pain crawling up over one another. The skin on his shoulders and upper arms harden and twist to form hard spines and horns. His eyes change from dark brown to firey gold and red.
Eye Color:[/b Gold and red.
Hair?:Black, becomes an ever moving mist rather than normal hair.
Ability:Flame Teleportation
Darkness or Shadow manipulation
Sublimation
Accelerated Healing
Empathy
Features:His body is adorned with scares of various sizes. Worn with pride, each one is a trophy from a won battle. He chooses to have these scares show, and could easily remove them by allowing his body to heal and remove the scares completely.
Clothing: Metal knee high boots, black pants and a bright red sash worn around his waist, held to his body by many intertwining and overlapping belts.
Signature Weapon:A 1.5meter long slightly curved blade that has symbols of unknown origin and meaning engraved on one side of the blade. In battle the blade glows with a soft pale light, a trap to make those who do not know it's true calling to think that it is a holy weapon due to it's etherial appearance.
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Goals and Ambitions: In truth he has no goals or ambitions. Amon simply lives to cause chaos amungst humanity through their rapidly growing distrust of eachother.
History: Amon is thousand of years old. He is the pesonification of anger and hate. Whenever you are angry it is him whispering in your mind the things you should do, what you should say. All those times you've lashed out when hurt and angry it has been him guiding your tongue to form those words you will so quickly regret. But he cares little for your feelings, for he relishes in the pain of others.
Amon was once an angel, a being of purity and etherial love, also a strong follower of The Morning Star. As Lucifers distain towards humanity grew it changed Amon. That hate infested his mind and corrupted his very soul, twisting it into something foul. Fuel by Lucifers loathing towards God's children Amon whispered lies into the ears of angels who would listen. He spread malicious lies and rumours, each time his soul growing more twisted.
It was Amon who rallied the angels against God and his army. He gave the angels with Lucifer the hate they needed to drive them against their father and friends. For this Amon was caste down with Lucifer and the others into Hell when their battle was lost. For a thousand years Amon was trapped in Hell, his wings torn from his body, his skin ripped and burnt. Perhaps this punishment was meant to make him repent, instead it made his hatred towards God and the angels still in Heaven grow without boundries. His hate grew until it consumed him and took over his body, mind and soul.
At that point Amon became the demon of warth, a spinner of lies and rumours whos soul ambition is to cause havock and chaos on earth... one little lie at a time. Amon has often been paired with the apocalypse horman War, as it is conflict and fights that primarily follow Amon when he speaks into the minds of others.
RP Sample: The gentle green hills of countryside Ireland have always been a favourite hiding place for supernatural creatures; wide open areas, plenty of little hidy holes to live in and small villages where no one would ask questions. Of course in small villages things tend to get noticed, and there had been talk of 'Shifter attacks. The local witches, fearing for their safety, had called in Vincent. Having help some of them before he agreed to find out what exactly had been attacking the road travelers.
It had been exactly what he'd expected; a couple of rouge 'Shifters who thought it would be fun to cause a little trouble and break the silence of the tranquil hills. Though the two men were young, Vincent had no choice but to kill them, there was too much of a risk of them doing it all over again should he let them go alive. The job never got easier, especially since the targets seem to be getting younger and younger, although it means he is less likely to come out of a scrap injured.
With no car to get him back to Dublin and to his warm hotel room, Vincent has no choice but to walk the road back into town, hating the cold wind since his only protection from it is a thin jacket. As usual his clothing is kept simple, nothing elaborate that could get in the way of the job. Today it's black jeans, a white shirt and a black zip up jacket, not the most ideal clothing for this part of the world, but he wasn't expecting to stay long.
Alias:McKay
Your RP Experience:About 7 years
Timezone:Western Australia
