Post by .:Alex:. on Jan 25, 2011 17:47:48 GMT -5
Name: Damien Latest
Alias: The Condemned One
Age: 70000+
Species: Originally Human, but through years of torment his soul has began to twist his body into a demon.
Place of Birth: Castillia
Weight: 230 lbs.
Height: 6’3
Skin tone: Tan
Eye Color: Both eyes glow orange
Weapon: The Judge:. .700 Overkill rounds. 3 shot revolver. Considered the colossus of hand cannons. This Custom crafted pistol has been outfitted with Daemonium, a demonic metal that is nearly unbreakable. Reason behind this craft is to support the intensity of the bullets that are fired from the weapon. Judge’s .700 rounds can easily lay waste to most whom face it. Each bullet is energized with Unholy energy and fused with black magic in order to fire the weapon with more velocity. This weapon is considered highly dangerous to face and when facing it, it is best to avoid each shot rather than take cover or try to shoot the bullet from the air. The weapon is rarely reloaded to expend a further 3 shots.
Powers:
History:
Little is known of the Latest bloodline. In ancient times it was considered to be royal and rich. In the land of what is present day Castillia, when only one major city stood, Ainsworth, the Latest bloodline can be traced back as ruling the castle city three times in a 400 year period. After their rule they continued to work on the council until one of their own, Damien, was accused of murder.
He was condemned to a lifetime of wearing chains and shackles. It was there that he came into contact with Nephion. The being that stood before him was much larger than him, and was far from human. It looked down on him as if trying to intimidate him, but it got no emotion back. Then the giant kneeled down before him to see him in the eye, “You, are unlike the others.” Latest raised his eyebrow and smirked, “This should be interesting.”
The demon saw something in the man, he spared him death and came up with a plan, “Look,” growled the demon, as he clutched onto the head of the squirming prisoner that had just been thrown into the cell. He clutched around the seems of his jaw and pulled ripping his head off, the blood flowed across the floor, “I cannot escape this place in my body. And you cannot escape this place because of your weakness. I advise a contract to you, human.”
Nephion licked the blood from the stone floor, “You will allow me to conduct a ritual, which will place my soul inside your body. We will become one, we will have our revenge, and we will be free. Think about this, reflect on this. You have time, and no where else to go.” It didn’t take long for Damien to agree, “What are the side effects, to your… Possession?”
“You will gain power that is unseen to the world. I am not a shadow of my brethren, I am a living being, I am different. I am possibly the last of the pure breed Ajerians, you will be, different. You will have my mind, and your mind. Our malice will be mixed, our thoughts will be twisted, but your anger will fuel my power, we will become, immortal. The choice is yours.”
“Why me?”
“Because, you are of royal blood, pure, not inbred, not corrupt, not tainted. And your hatred is pure. You are the perfect candidate for my- curse.”
“If I do not agree?”
“I will kill you, and I will wait. Tis not a worry, my body can live for thousands of years, another will come in your place. Maybe not as perfect as you, but they will be good enough.”
Damien paced a moment then raised his hand, “I agree. Let the ritual begin.” The demon crushed the skull he held in his right hand and poured the blood across the area in a crude pentagram. He grabbed Damien by his left arm and pulled him to the center, “This may hurt,” he clutched Damien’s arm with those talon like finger nails and pulled down ripping the arm. Damien fell to his knee bleeding profusely.
“Cruor illae vir. bone alius. Meus mos, quod suus odium. Nos es nos, ut ego sum mihi. Fio unus. Unus fio.” The pentagram under Damien began to glow bright red, “Ego dedi ut meus deus , incendia , Ego dedi ut meus deus , cruor , Ego dedi ut meus deus , humus , Ego dedi ut meus deus , vita!”
The light burned so bright that it began to set fire to the hay stacks that were used to sleep on. Nephion chuckled as Damien screamed and the light faded. Guards rushed to the cell, only Damien lay there clutching his left arm, cracks seemed to had formed across its surface glowing through them unnaturally, “The demon has possessed him!”
The entire side of the castle exploded.
Alias: The Condemned One
Age: 70000+
Species: Originally Human, but through years of torment his soul has began to twist his body into a demon.
Place of Birth: Castillia
Weight: 230 lbs.
Height: 6’3
Skin tone: Tan
Eye Color: Both eyes glow orange
Weapon: The Judge:. .700 Overkill rounds. 3 shot revolver. Considered the colossus of hand cannons. This Custom crafted pistol has been outfitted with Daemonium, a demonic metal that is nearly unbreakable. Reason behind this craft is to support the intensity of the bullets that are fired from the weapon. Judge’s .700 rounds can easily lay waste to most whom face it. Each bullet is energized with Unholy energy and fused with black magic in order to fire the weapon with more velocity. This weapon is considered highly dangerous to face and when facing it, it is best to avoid each shot rather than take cover or try to shoot the bullet from the air. The weapon is rarely reloaded to expend a further 3 shots.
Powers:
- Pyrokinesis: The power to manipulate Fire and heat.
- Biokinesis: An ability to heal the body. This isn't an instant effect and takes a while to heal the wound depending on the damage. None the less it will enable him to remain conscious no matter what damage is done to him.
- Condemn: Rallying his strength he can set the playing field to become a prison allowing none to escape from a building or complex unless it is by unnatural ways.
- Fatality: Unknown effect, considered to be the strongest power he possesses, never seen before.
History:
Little is known of the Latest bloodline. In ancient times it was considered to be royal and rich. In the land of what is present day Castillia, when only one major city stood, Ainsworth, the Latest bloodline can be traced back as ruling the castle city three times in a 400 year period. After their rule they continued to work on the council until one of their own, Damien, was accused of murder.
He was condemned to a lifetime of wearing chains and shackles. It was there that he came into contact with Nephion. The being that stood before him was much larger than him, and was far from human. It looked down on him as if trying to intimidate him, but it got no emotion back. Then the giant kneeled down before him to see him in the eye, “You, are unlike the others.” Latest raised his eyebrow and smirked, “This should be interesting.”
The demon saw something in the man, he spared him death and came up with a plan, “Look,” growled the demon, as he clutched onto the head of the squirming prisoner that had just been thrown into the cell. He clutched around the seems of his jaw and pulled ripping his head off, the blood flowed across the floor, “I cannot escape this place in my body. And you cannot escape this place because of your weakness. I advise a contract to you, human.”
Nephion licked the blood from the stone floor, “You will allow me to conduct a ritual, which will place my soul inside your body. We will become one, we will have our revenge, and we will be free. Think about this, reflect on this. You have time, and no where else to go.” It didn’t take long for Damien to agree, “What are the side effects, to your… Possession?”
“You will gain power that is unseen to the world. I am not a shadow of my brethren, I am a living being, I am different. I am possibly the last of the pure breed Ajerians, you will be, different. You will have my mind, and your mind. Our malice will be mixed, our thoughts will be twisted, but your anger will fuel my power, we will become, immortal. The choice is yours.”
“Why me?”
“Because, you are of royal blood, pure, not inbred, not corrupt, not tainted. And your hatred is pure. You are the perfect candidate for my- curse.”
“If I do not agree?”
“I will kill you, and I will wait. Tis not a worry, my body can live for thousands of years, another will come in your place. Maybe not as perfect as you, but they will be good enough.”
Damien paced a moment then raised his hand, “I agree. Let the ritual begin.” The demon crushed the skull he held in his right hand and poured the blood across the area in a crude pentagram. He grabbed Damien by his left arm and pulled him to the center, “This may hurt,” he clutched Damien’s arm with those talon like finger nails and pulled down ripping the arm. Damien fell to his knee bleeding profusely.
“Cruor illae vir. bone alius. Meus mos, quod suus odium. Nos es nos, ut ego sum mihi. Fio unus. Unus fio.” The pentagram under Damien began to glow bright red, “Ego dedi ut meus deus , incendia , Ego dedi ut meus deus , cruor , Ego dedi ut meus deus , humus , Ego dedi ut meus deus , vita!”
The light burned so bright that it began to set fire to the hay stacks that were used to sleep on. Nephion chuckled as Damien screamed and the light faded. Guards rushed to the cell, only Damien lay there clutching his left arm, cracks seemed to had formed across its surface glowing through them unnaturally, “The demon has possessed him!”
The entire side of the castle exploded.