Post by Azrael on Jul 6, 2005 23:02:58 GMT -5
[glow=black,2,300]The Angel of Death[/glow]
Name: Azrael
Species: Angel of Death
Gender: N/A
Age: N/A
Hair color: N/A
Eye Color: N/A
Build: 6'5" tall, weight unknown
Occupation: Angel of Death
Appeareance: Azrael wears a black hooded cape that he wears up so that his face is impossible to see. He also wears black full plate armor, no part of his body is visible. On his elbows and knees are small, half and inch spikes, and several small spikes on his knucles and, and around his right wrist and forearm. He has three spikes on each shoulder one large one on top, about six inches long, that slightly curves inward slightly, and one protruding from the front and then curving upward about three inches and and identical on in the back. Hanging from his cheastplate are several links of chainmail that rattle when he walks. On the center of his chest plate is a large pentagram, drawn in blood. He has two, huge, black angelic wings on his back. At his waist he carries a long sword made of black fire called the Touch of Death.
Weapon: A long sword made of black fire called the Touch of Death.
Personality: The definiton of evil, Azrael lives only to kill and serve his master, Satan. He has know heart therefore he knows no kindness. He feeds off the fear, hatred, chaos, and negative energy of his enemies. When he speaks it is two very evil voices speaking at once, and the sound of millions of sceaming souls can be heard faintly in the distance.
History: Azrael was created from the souls of the dead by his master. He serves his master, the Prince of Darkness, with great loyalty. He is the Legendary Angel of Death.
[glow=blue,2,300]Divine Interference[/glow]
Name: Radix Strato
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Hair color: Black, short
Eye Color: Hazel
Build: 6'1" tall, and weighs 180lbs
Occupation: Paladin (holy knight)
Appeareance: Wears full body armor and a full helm.The
armor on his shoulders, knees, and elbows is gold, he also wears gold gauntlets, greeves, and belt. He wears a hooded cape made from white wolfs skin. Down the sides of his arms, several holy symbols are carved into his armor. He wears a white tunic with golden trim and a golden angel in the center. On his back he carries the claymore, Seraph's Wrath.
Weapon: A holy claymore called Seraph's Wrath. The blade has several holy symbols carved into it and it is said that it was given to Radix's father by the Archangel Gabriel himself.
Personality: Very kind and generous. He spends his life to serving others and protecting the weak. He devotes himself to God and follows his will.
History: He was orphaned as a child, left on the doorstep of a large church in a small religious town at birth. The priest there took him in as his own son and raised him. Radix lived a very happy child hood liveing with the priest and playing with the town children. When he was 13 he began takeing vows to become a monk. At the age of 15 the priest, his father, was murdered by a gang of robbers. Radix was heartbroken and stayed in the church for a very long time. One day he found a secret path he had never seen before and followed it under the church. In the basement he found a suit of holy armor and a sword in a glass case with a plaque next to it that read: "This is the holy sword Seraph's Wrath. Whomever wields this sword becomes a warrior of God and is given great divine powers." Radix took the sword and felt a serge of energy through his body. He knew this was his destiny so he dauned the armor and took the sword and he became a paladin forever upholding God's will. He is now the priest of the small town and leads a group of millita in protceting it. Everyone in his village adores him.
[glow=black,2,300]Harverster of Sorrows[/glow]
Name: Mike Hetfield
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Hair color: Black
Eye Color: left eye deep blue, right eye gray
Build: 5'11" tall weighs 165lbs
Appeareance: Wears a large oversized black treanch coat that reaches to his ankles. Under that he wears a black t-shirt with the yellow bio-hazard symbol on it. He wears baggy snow camo pants and black snowboarding boots. On his head he wears a black round rimmed western style hat, and a black ninja's mask over his mouth and nose so that onl his eyes are visible. He wears brown fingerless gloves and two brown leather oversizes intersecting belts. He carries dual colt .45s on his waist and a bastard sword on his back. He has a long jagged scar across his right eye.
Personality: Very quiet and distant. Keeps to himself and only talks to others if he finds it neccicary. Never speaks about himself. Comes across as cold-hearted and uncaring. He hides his face in an attempt to remove himself from the rest of the world.
History: Mike was born into a rich white family in uptown Beverly Hills. When he was three they moved to a remote part of Louisiana to escape "city life". Mike had a very happy childhood, being very close with his parents and sister, who was two years older than himself. On his fith birthday, he went camping with his family to celebrate. One night as they were sleeping, in there separate tents, Mike heard some comotion and a scream from his sisters tent. He got out from his tent and walked over to the others to see what had happened, his tent was slightly removed from the others. When he got to his sisters tent, no one was there, he ran to his parents tent to find it empty exept for a red stain on the floor. He grabbed a flashlight and went off to look for his parents and sister. After several hours he found a small hut, as he approched he heard a woman's scream, and he ran to the window. Mike looked through the window and was imeadiatly frozen with fear. He saw his mother strapped down to a table, her stomach was cut open and two men where standing over her eating her insides. She stared straight at Mike screaming through her gag. He looked in the corner to see a third man in the corrner, with his sister. He watched in terror as his mother was eaten alive, and his sister raped to death. The only thing he ever found of his father was his pinky finger. After the incident he was sent to live with his grandma in Colorodo, his last living relative. He got along well with his grandma and enjoyed living there, but the look on his mothers face still haunted him every night. A year later Mike was walking home from school. When he got home he waved to his grandma throgh the back sliding glass door to let her know he was home. When he went to his room he heard a scream and ran back to the door to find her being attacked by a large dog. He tried to open the door, but in his panic, couldnt figure out how to unlock the door, and watched as she was mauled to death. He later over heard the police report to find out the dog had escaped from a nearby animal testing facility wich was later shut down. Mike was sent to live in a nearby orphanage. He tried to keep his distance from the other kids, still tramatized by the deaths of his family. After several years he finnaly warmed up to one boy, named Ricky, who he became very close friends with. The two boys did everything togehter, and Ricky was the only person Mike every truly trusted since his fith birthday. One cold night, when the boys were 13, they were sneaking around after curfew, horseing around, when Ricky pulled out a box of matches. "Wanna have some fun?" he asked Mike. They fooled around, lighting stuff on fire, when Ricky's sweater sleave caught on fire. He paniced, and started waveing his arm around tring to put it out, but only spreading it. Mike grabed a nearby cloth and tried to pat it out, but that caught as well, then he took his shirt off and tired that also caught. Soon Ricky's entire body was engulfed in flames as he rolled around and let out a blood curdiling scream of pain. The whole room was soon on fire, as Mike ran from the building horrified by his friend's screams. The fire alarm soon whent off and the others came outside. Mike stood behind everyone hidding in the shadows, watching as the firemen uselessly tired to put the flaming building out. Everyone made it out safely, except Ricky. A tear ran down Mike's face, sa he hid it from everyone. After the orphanagewas rebuilt, Mike wanted to get as far away from his pain as possible. He ran away and hitchhiked to New York. His life imeadiatly got alot better when he got there. He still tried to keep his distance from others. Not long after he arrived he met a girl a year younger than himself, she was 12, her name was Sandra Streets, it was love at first sight. They were young but they knew they were in love, they were very happy together for several years. On his 15th birthday, and 10 years to the day of his parents death, they were walking downtown, when two older men jumped them. They tried to rape Sandra but Mike jumped on one of there backs. He was thrown and when he tried to stop them again he was cut across his right eye with a knife. One of the men shot her in the stomach and they left. Mike crawled over to her and held her in his arms as she died. He stayed here with her for hours crying. He know sepatates himself from everyone,he never lets himself get close to anyone , for fear of loseing them. He is often seen compeating in kickboxing tournements in South Africa.
[glow=blue,2,300]The White Wind[/glow]
Name: Pylos Teroh
Species: Aven (bird people)
Gender: Male
Age: 137
Hair color: Brown feathers
Eye Color: blue
Build: 6'7" tall and wieghs 275lbs
Occupation: Major in the Aven army
Appeareance: Teroh is a hawk Aven, his body is covered in brown feathers, and his hands and feet are yellow hawks claws. He has a large brown beack where his mouth should be. He wears a silver helm that covers only the sides of his head and forehead, along with a silver breast plate and shoulder guards with golden trim. His breast plate has a golden hydra on the center. Attached to the bottom of his breast plate is a long red loin cloth that reaches just past his knees. He has two large hawk's wings. At his waist he carries a large katana, and on his back a large sythe.
Weapons: A large katana at his waist and a sythe on his back.
Personality: He is usualy nice but can be strict when needed.
History: Teroh is an Aven, a race of highly millitarly advanced bird people who live much longer than humans. Becuse they begin training at birth, the Aven's have the worlds strongest and largest army. Teroh showed much potential and he quickly rose through the ranks. By the age of thrity-five he obtained the rank of Sergent First Class, the youngest Aven ever to do so, and the he was a Major by the time he was 87. The Aven are currently involved in a centuries old war with their natural enimes, the Cabal. The Cabal are a race of evil necromancers, who are allied with the Phrexians, a race of zombies and necromancers who rely on plauges as a weapon. The Aven are on the verge of winning the war, and Major Teroh was sent to the Islands with a battalion of about twenty men, along with his CO Lieutenant Kirtar. They were sent to the islands to stop the Cabal threat and prevent them from being taken over.
[glow=red,2,300]The Black Death[/glow]
Name: Seth Altus
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Hair color: white, short and spiked
Eye Color: left eye blue, right eye green
Build: 5'10" tall and weighs 176lbs
Occupation: Dark Knight
Dominante hand: left
Appearance: Wears black battle worn, and scarred armor, full body armor and a black horned full helm. The horns on his helm start at the sides then curve upward and are about a foot long, the left one is broken off about halfway down. His left shoulder and upperarm guard is larger than the rest of his armor, for more protection, and they are covered in small spikes. On his helm across his right eye is a long scar across his face, there are several other scars all over his armor. He carries two long swords at his wasit and a claymore on his back.
Weapon: Carries twin long swords at his waist and a large claymore called, The Carnage of Baal, on his back.
Personality: He is very cold and dark hearted, the years of being ignored combined with the evil presence in his armor, have turned him into a cold blooded killer.
History: Seth never knew his parents, he was orphaned as an infant and was forced to raise himself, moveing from place to place as a scavanger. He was shunned and ignored his whole life. Eventually he gave up on people and decided to live in the sewers away from them. When he was 15 he found a secret room hiden in the sewers. In this room he found a suit of black, battle scared armor with two swords on it, next to it was a large claymore and a plaque, that read, "This is the sword, The Carnage of Baal, whomever wields this sword is given unimagianable streagth along with the proctection from the Dark Prince." He took the armor and sword, feeling it would put and end to his suffering and lonelyness. The unholy armor is slowly takeing over him as he dose the bidding of the Dark Prince. He has a strange conection with Radix.
[glow=brown,2,300]El Lobo del Diablo[/glow]
Name: James Erna
Species: Werewolf
Gender: Male
Age: unknow appeares to be in his early 20s
Hair color: brown shoulder leangth
Eye Color: green
Build: 5'11" and weighs 160lbs.
Occupation: none
Appearance: Wears a black leather jacket with a fur lined collar. Under that he wears a white t-shirt and blue jeans. He wears black boots on his feet. Under his jacket are two retractable wrist blades.
Weapon: Has a retractable wrist blade on each arm, about six inches long that hide under his coat.
Personality: He is kind, but when he is a werewolf his animalistic side comes out and he is uncontrolabel.
History: James was born in England sometime in the 13th century. Around the age of five his family was atacked and killed by a pack of wolves and he was the only surviver, He contrated a strange dieasese, he had a fever all the time and had strange nightmares all the time. Everywere he went people seemed to be dieing around him. He lived a strangley long time never know what was wrong. One day he realized the visions of people being killed by a large wolf were acually realitly. He learned to use many wepons over the years. He moved to Spain for a while where he mastered the language, but shortly after moveing there the locals realized what he was, they called him "El Lobo del Diablo" or the wolf of the devil. By this time america had been discovered so me moved there after he was ran out of Spain. He has lived here ever since avoiding the general public.
[glow=green,2,300]Bearer of Anguish[/glow]
Name: Zivon Stanislov
Species: Half vampire, half deamon
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Hair color: black, spiked
Eye Color: white
Build: 5'10 1/2" tall and weighs 145lbs
Occupation: none
Appearance: He has white babdages wrapped around his mouth and nose and around his stomache and left wrist and forearm. His left had is black from where the skin had died. He wears a large russian snow coat and baggy beige cargo pants. He wears no shirt or shoes. He has large clawed hands and feet and two large demonic wings. Becuse his body is decaying his skin is greenish blue and his nails are yellowish. He walks with a slight limp on his right leg.
Weapon: Gunblade, claws, and fangs.
Personality: He has bad people skills becuse he is forced to live in solitude. He tries to be nice but his deamon side is slowly takeing over him. He speaks with a heavy Russian accent.
History: Born a human in Moscow, his father was a deamon in descuise, and he dissaperaed after Zivon was born. His mother raised him alone unaware of the truth. As he grew he sowly became more and more deamon like in appearance and attitude. By the time he was ten his mother realized this and left him out of fear. He grew up alone and raised himself, forced to stay away from people becuse of his appearance. When he was 15 he moved to Siberia where he could be alone. Several years later he was attacked by a vampire. The vampire drained him of his blood and left him to die. His human side was weak and died along with his body, but his deamon side was stong and lived on. From the attack he gained vampiric abilities. He becomes more and more deamonic every day and struggles to keep his sanity and stop it from takeing over. Becuse his body has died it has decayed over time.
Name: Azrael
Species: Angel of Death
Gender: N/A
Age: N/A
Hair color: N/A
Eye Color: N/A
Build: 6'5" tall, weight unknown
Occupation: Angel of Death
Appeareance: Azrael wears a black hooded cape that he wears up so that his face is impossible to see. He also wears black full plate armor, no part of his body is visible. On his elbows and knees are small, half and inch spikes, and several small spikes on his knucles and, and around his right wrist and forearm. He has three spikes on each shoulder one large one on top, about six inches long, that slightly curves inward slightly, and one protruding from the front and then curving upward about three inches and and identical on in the back. Hanging from his cheastplate are several links of chainmail that rattle when he walks. On the center of his chest plate is a large pentagram, drawn in blood. He has two, huge, black angelic wings on his back. At his waist he carries a long sword made of black fire called the Touch of Death.
Weapon: A long sword made of black fire called the Touch of Death.
Personality: The definiton of evil, Azrael lives only to kill and serve his master, Satan. He has know heart therefore he knows no kindness. He feeds off the fear, hatred, chaos, and negative energy of his enemies. When he speaks it is two very evil voices speaking at once, and the sound of millions of sceaming souls can be heard faintly in the distance.
History: Azrael was created from the souls of the dead by his master. He serves his master, the Prince of Darkness, with great loyalty. He is the Legendary Angel of Death.
[glow=blue,2,300]Divine Interference[/glow]
Name: Radix Strato
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Hair color: Black, short
Eye Color: Hazel
Build: 6'1" tall, and weighs 180lbs
Occupation: Paladin (holy knight)
Appeareance: Wears full body armor and a full helm.The
armor on his shoulders, knees, and elbows is gold, he also wears gold gauntlets, greeves, and belt. He wears a hooded cape made from white wolfs skin. Down the sides of his arms, several holy symbols are carved into his armor. He wears a white tunic with golden trim and a golden angel in the center. On his back he carries the claymore, Seraph's Wrath.
Weapon: A holy claymore called Seraph's Wrath. The blade has several holy symbols carved into it and it is said that it was given to Radix's father by the Archangel Gabriel himself.
Personality: Very kind and generous. He spends his life to serving others and protecting the weak. He devotes himself to God and follows his will.
History: He was orphaned as a child, left on the doorstep of a large church in a small religious town at birth. The priest there took him in as his own son and raised him. Radix lived a very happy child hood liveing with the priest and playing with the town children. When he was 13 he began takeing vows to become a monk. At the age of 15 the priest, his father, was murdered by a gang of robbers. Radix was heartbroken and stayed in the church for a very long time. One day he found a secret path he had never seen before and followed it under the church. In the basement he found a suit of holy armor and a sword in a glass case with a plaque next to it that read: "This is the holy sword Seraph's Wrath. Whomever wields this sword becomes a warrior of God and is given great divine powers." Radix took the sword and felt a serge of energy through his body. He knew this was his destiny so he dauned the armor and took the sword and he became a paladin forever upholding God's will. He is now the priest of the small town and leads a group of millita in protceting it. Everyone in his village adores him.
[glow=black,2,300]Harverster of Sorrows[/glow]
Name: Mike Hetfield
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Hair color: Black
Eye Color: left eye deep blue, right eye gray
Build: 5'11" tall weighs 165lbs
Appeareance: Wears a large oversized black treanch coat that reaches to his ankles. Under that he wears a black t-shirt with the yellow bio-hazard symbol on it. He wears baggy snow camo pants and black snowboarding boots. On his head he wears a black round rimmed western style hat, and a black ninja's mask over his mouth and nose so that onl his eyes are visible. He wears brown fingerless gloves and two brown leather oversizes intersecting belts. He carries dual colt .45s on his waist and a bastard sword on his back. He has a long jagged scar across his right eye.
Personality: Very quiet and distant. Keeps to himself and only talks to others if he finds it neccicary. Never speaks about himself. Comes across as cold-hearted and uncaring. He hides his face in an attempt to remove himself from the rest of the world.
History: Mike was born into a rich white family in uptown Beverly Hills. When he was three they moved to a remote part of Louisiana to escape "city life". Mike had a very happy childhood, being very close with his parents and sister, who was two years older than himself. On his fith birthday, he went camping with his family to celebrate. One night as they were sleeping, in there separate tents, Mike heard some comotion and a scream from his sisters tent. He got out from his tent and walked over to the others to see what had happened, his tent was slightly removed from the others. When he got to his sisters tent, no one was there, he ran to his parents tent to find it empty exept for a red stain on the floor. He grabbed a flashlight and went off to look for his parents and sister. After several hours he found a small hut, as he approched he heard a woman's scream, and he ran to the window. Mike looked through the window and was imeadiatly frozen with fear. He saw his mother strapped down to a table, her stomach was cut open and two men where standing over her eating her insides. She stared straight at Mike screaming through her gag. He looked in the corner to see a third man in the corrner, with his sister. He watched in terror as his mother was eaten alive, and his sister raped to death. The only thing he ever found of his father was his pinky finger. After the incident he was sent to live with his grandma in Colorodo, his last living relative. He got along well with his grandma and enjoyed living there, but the look on his mothers face still haunted him every night. A year later Mike was walking home from school. When he got home he waved to his grandma throgh the back sliding glass door to let her know he was home. When he went to his room he heard a scream and ran back to the door to find her being attacked by a large dog. He tried to open the door, but in his panic, couldnt figure out how to unlock the door, and watched as she was mauled to death. He later over heard the police report to find out the dog had escaped from a nearby animal testing facility wich was later shut down. Mike was sent to live in a nearby orphanage. He tried to keep his distance from the other kids, still tramatized by the deaths of his family. After several years he finnaly warmed up to one boy, named Ricky, who he became very close friends with. The two boys did everything togehter, and Ricky was the only person Mike every truly trusted since his fith birthday. One cold night, when the boys were 13, they were sneaking around after curfew, horseing around, when Ricky pulled out a box of matches. "Wanna have some fun?" he asked Mike. They fooled around, lighting stuff on fire, when Ricky's sweater sleave caught on fire. He paniced, and started waveing his arm around tring to put it out, but only spreading it. Mike grabed a nearby cloth and tried to pat it out, but that caught as well, then he took his shirt off and tired that also caught. Soon Ricky's entire body was engulfed in flames as he rolled around and let out a blood curdiling scream of pain. The whole room was soon on fire, as Mike ran from the building horrified by his friend's screams. The fire alarm soon whent off and the others came outside. Mike stood behind everyone hidding in the shadows, watching as the firemen uselessly tired to put the flaming building out. Everyone made it out safely, except Ricky. A tear ran down Mike's face, sa he hid it from everyone. After the orphanagewas rebuilt, Mike wanted to get as far away from his pain as possible. He ran away and hitchhiked to New York. His life imeadiatly got alot better when he got there. He still tried to keep his distance from others. Not long after he arrived he met a girl a year younger than himself, she was 12, her name was Sandra Streets, it was love at first sight. They were young but they knew they were in love, they were very happy together for several years. On his 15th birthday, and 10 years to the day of his parents death, they were walking downtown, when two older men jumped them. They tried to rape Sandra but Mike jumped on one of there backs. He was thrown and when he tried to stop them again he was cut across his right eye with a knife. One of the men shot her in the stomach and they left. Mike crawled over to her and held her in his arms as she died. He stayed here with her for hours crying. He know sepatates himself from everyone,he never lets himself get close to anyone , for fear of loseing them. He is often seen compeating in kickboxing tournements in South Africa.
[glow=blue,2,300]The White Wind[/glow]
Name: Pylos Teroh
Species: Aven (bird people)
Gender: Male
Age: 137
Hair color: Brown feathers
Eye Color: blue
Build: 6'7" tall and wieghs 275lbs
Occupation: Major in the Aven army
Appeareance: Teroh is a hawk Aven, his body is covered in brown feathers, and his hands and feet are yellow hawks claws. He has a large brown beack where his mouth should be. He wears a silver helm that covers only the sides of his head and forehead, along with a silver breast plate and shoulder guards with golden trim. His breast plate has a golden hydra on the center. Attached to the bottom of his breast plate is a long red loin cloth that reaches just past his knees. He has two large hawk's wings. At his waist he carries a large katana, and on his back a large sythe.
Weapons: A large katana at his waist and a sythe on his back.
Personality: He is usualy nice but can be strict when needed.
History: Teroh is an Aven, a race of highly millitarly advanced bird people who live much longer than humans. Becuse they begin training at birth, the Aven's have the worlds strongest and largest army. Teroh showed much potential and he quickly rose through the ranks. By the age of thrity-five he obtained the rank of Sergent First Class, the youngest Aven ever to do so, and the he was a Major by the time he was 87. The Aven are currently involved in a centuries old war with their natural enimes, the Cabal. The Cabal are a race of evil necromancers, who are allied with the Phrexians, a race of zombies and necromancers who rely on plauges as a weapon. The Aven are on the verge of winning the war, and Major Teroh was sent to the Islands with a battalion of about twenty men, along with his CO Lieutenant Kirtar. They were sent to the islands to stop the Cabal threat and prevent them from being taken over.
[glow=red,2,300]The Black Death[/glow]
Name: Seth Altus
Species: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Hair color: white, short and spiked
Eye Color: left eye blue, right eye green
Build: 5'10" tall and weighs 176lbs
Occupation: Dark Knight
Dominante hand: left
Appearance: Wears black battle worn, and scarred armor, full body armor and a black horned full helm. The horns on his helm start at the sides then curve upward and are about a foot long, the left one is broken off about halfway down. His left shoulder and upperarm guard is larger than the rest of his armor, for more protection, and they are covered in small spikes. On his helm across his right eye is a long scar across his face, there are several other scars all over his armor. He carries two long swords at his wasit and a claymore on his back.
Weapon: Carries twin long swords at his waist and a large claymore called, The Carnage of Baal, on his back.
Personality: He is very cold and dark hearted, the years of being ignored combined with the evil presence in his armor, have turned him into a cold blooded killer.
History: Seth never knew his parents, he was orphaned as an infant and was forced to raise himself, moveing from place to place as a scavanger. He was shunned and ignored his whole life. Eventually he gave up on people and decided to live in the sewers away from them. When he was 15 he found a secret room hiden in the sewers. In this room he found a suit of black, battle scared armor with two swords on it, next to it was a large claymore and a plaque, that read, "This is the sword, The Carnage of Baal, whomever wields this sword is given unimagianable streagth along with the proctection from the Dark Prince." He took the armor and sword, feeling it would put and end to his suffering and lonelyness. The unholy armor is slowly takeing over him as he dose the bidding of the Dark Prince. He has a strange conection with Radix.
[glow=brown,2,300]El Lobo del Diablo[/glow]
Name: James Erna
Species: Werewolf
Gender: Male
Age: unknow appeares to be in his early 20s
Hair color: brown shoulder leangth
Eye Color: green
Build: 5'11" and weighs 160lbs.
Occupation: none
Appearance: Wears a black leather jacket with a fur lined collar. Under that he wears a white t-shirt and blue jeans. He wears black boots on his feet. Under his jacket are two retractable wrist blades.
Weapon: Has a retractable wrist blade on each arm, about six inches long that hide under his coat.
Personality: He is kind, but when he is a werewolf his animalistic side comes out and he is uncontrolabel.
History: James was born in England sometime in the 13th century. Around the age of five his family was atacked and killed by a pack of wolves and he was the only surviver, He contrated a strange dieasese, he had a fever all the time and had strange nightmares all the time. Everywere he went people seemed to be dieing around him. He lived a strangley long time never know what was wrong. One day he realized the visions of people being killed by a large wolf were acually realitly. He learned to use many wepons over the years. He moved to Spain for a while where he mastered the language, but shortly after moveing there the locals realized what he was, they called him "El Lobo del Diablo" or the wolf of the devil. By this time america had been discovered so me moved there after he was ran out of Spain. He has lived here ever since avoiding the general public.
[glow=green,2,300]Bearer of Anguish[/glow]
Name: Zivon Stanislov
Species: Half vampire, half deamon
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Hair color: black, spiked
Eye Color: white
Build: 5'10 1/2" tall and weighs 145lbs
Occupation: none
Appearance: He has white babdages wrapped around his mouth and nose and around his stomache and left wrist and forearm. His left had is black from where the skin had died. He wears a large russian snow coat and baggy beige cargo pants. He wears no shirt or shoes. He has large clawed hands and feet and two large demonic wings. Becuse his body is decaying his skin is greenish blue and his nails are yellowish. He walks with a slight limp on his right leg.
Weapon: Gunblade, claws, and fangs.
Personality: He has bad people skills becuse he is forced to live in solitude. He tries to be nice but his deamon side is slowly takeing over him. He speaks with a heavy Russian accent.
History: Born a human in Moscow, his father was a deamon in descuise, and he dissaperaed after Zivon was born. His mother raised him alone unaware of the truth. As he grew he sowly became more and more deamon like in appearance and attitude. By the time he was ten his mother realized this and left him out of fear. He grew up alone and raised himself, forced to stay away from people becuse of his appearance. When he was 15 he moved to Siberia where he could be alone. Several years later he was attacked by a vampire. The vampire drained him of his blood and left him to die. His human side was weak and died along with his body, but his deamon side was stong and lived on. From the attack he gained vampiric abilities. He becomes more and more deamonic every day and struggles to keep his sanity and stop it from takeing over. Becuse his body has died it has decayed over time.
