Post by celestialessence on Apr 14, 2006 21:13:22 GMT -5
Name: Demitrius Octavia
Race: Dark Angel/Vampire
Age: Ageless...fell from the Gods at the beginning of time and has roamed through the ages ever since.
Description: Demitrius has a tall, thin and muscular physic. His eyes are a light indigo with cat-like pupils and his thick, layered jet-black hair drapes down pas his neck. Angelic black feathered wings are found on his back always visible. His facial features are Elvin in appearance and his skin is soft to the touch and very pale. Razor sharp fangs are hidden behind his cold lips and he is always accompanied by a strange smell of peppermint, an appealing scent, not strong, but sweet. He dresses in a red tunic with gold thread trim and coal grey linen pants. Black, sturdy leather boots rise up to the lower knee and lace up the sides. Demitrius wears an onyx medallion around his neck with an imprint of the four elementals carved into it as well as a tattoo of the symbols on the back of his right shoulder.
Personality: Strong and willful manner an abundance of knowledge and understanding, he is mysterious and uneasy to read. One cannot gain his favor easily. He is somewhat stubborn but open to change. Show kindness to ones in need and is willing to help all those who ask. Not prejudice of any race, he hates only evil, and those who lie to the gods.
Powers: Not only is Demitrius a vampire and has the power to draw blood from his prey, if injected with his venom what was bitten will become a vampire as well. The Dark Angel can also draw souls through his fangs as well. His lips sense a soul through his kiss. He has never taken a soul and would never do so unless demanded by the Gods, for if he attempted part of him would be torn away with the stolen soul and he would be left wounded internally for eternity.
Sample Post:
Legend has it, a man, creature of darkness has walked our lands since time began. A vampire of sorts, a blood eater with wings of a celestial being and the eyes of a serpent. The ability to steal the human soul drips from the venom of his fangs and with cat-like reflexes your soul could be sucked into purgatory. But, it is said, if done, his soul will diminish with the stolen one and be trapped between the land of the Gods and Hell from this life to the next.
Bringing him to death is a gruesome task but can be fulfilled. One must make him a sacrifice to the elementals and impale him through the chest with a jade dagger. The sacrifice must be true and the dark angel will return to whence he came...Thus ending the life of Demitrius Octavia.
Demitrius sat against the trunk of a mighty oak, his celestial wings touching the rough bark of the ancient tree. Black hair shrouded his face so his features were hidden behind the strands of thick silk. Tranquil he felt sitting amongst the earth waiting for the darkness to cover the land. Night was a time he enjoyed the most, but he knew that daylight was needed as well, for it was a time that everything grew and life increased in every nation whether it be wind, earth, fire or water. Sunlight draped through the canopies above and reflected off of his pale skin.
He soon sat up straight and quickly brushed his choppy hair away from his face. Looking off out onto the lands he saw the beauty of each nation and how harmonious they were when working together. The fire burning in the sunlight, the light breeze of Airos, the charming scent of the soil underneath him and the calming sounds of the streams of Heiseph....How can each nation feel one is better suited than the other, all life depends upon the entire gifts of each God. No one is better off than the other. Life is a war within itself, jealousy and hate linger while kindness and humanity are tossed aside and forgotten. If we are to survive we must learn to work in harmony as the area surrounding me now does....he thought in a way that he had done in the past for he felt the same love for each God unlike many he had met before.
Demitrius rose up and stretched, his enormous wings pulled apart and then relaxed again. He stepped forward and looked up, realizing twilight was not too far off. He pushed the hair off his face once more and then crouched down low and bounded into the canopy expanding his angelic wings and exploding out off into the open air. Soaring above the trees he filled his lungs with pure air and glided down into a straight dive...
"Dinner" he said in a smooth and mellow voice, addressing his prey on the ground below with a wide grin adorned with razor sharp fangs.
o.o.c. I am going to let you both as admins decide where Demitrius goes...I am not quite sure where to put him myself, so I thought it best you decide. If nothing is good let me know and I will change it. ;D Thanks...
One eyed one horned flying purple people eater...
Race: Dark Angel/Vampire
Age: Ageless...fell from the Gods at the beginning of time and has roamed through the ages ever since.
Description: Demitrius has a tall, thin and muscular physic. His eyes are a light indigo with cat-like pupils and his thick, layered jet-black hair drapes down pas his neck. Angelic black feathered wings are found on his back always visible. His facial features are Elvin in appearance and his skin is soft to the touch and very pale. Razor sharp fangs are hidden behind his cold lips and he is always accompanied by a strange smell of peppermint, an appealing scent, not strong, but sweet. He dresses in a red tunic with gold thread trim and coal grey linen pants. Black, sturdy leather boots rise up to the lower knee and lace up the sides. Demitrius wears an onyx medallion around his neck with an imprint of the four elementals carved into it as well as a tattoo of the symbols on the back of his right shoulder.
Personality: Strong and willful manner an abundance of knowledge and understanding, he is mysterious and uneasy to read. One cannot gain his favor easily. He is somewhat stubborn but open to change. Show kindness to ones in need and is willing to help all those who ask. Not prejudice of any race, he hates only evil, and those who lie to the gods.
Powers: Not only is Demitrius a vampire and has the power to draw blood from his prey, if injected with his venom what was bitten will become a vampire as well. The Dark Angel can also draw souls through his fangs as well. His lips sense a soul through his kiss. He has never taken a soul and would never do so unless demanded by the Gods, for if he attempted part of him would be torn away with the stolen soul and he would be left wounded internally for eternity.
Sample Post:
Legend has it, a man, creature of darkness has walked our lands since time began. A vampire of sorts, a blood eater with wings of a celestial being and the eyes of a serpent. The ability to steal the human soul drips from the venom of his fangs and with cat-like reflexes your soul could be sucked into purgatory. But, it is said, if done, his soul will diminish with the stolen one and be trapped between the land of the Gods and Hell from this life to the next.
Bringing him to death is a gruesome task but can be fulfilled. One must make him a sacrifice to the elementals and impale him through the chest with a jade dagger. The sacrifice must be true and the dark angel will return to whence he came...Thus ending the life of Demitrius Octavia.
Demitrius sat against the trunk of a mighty oak, his celestial wings touching the rough bark of the ancient tree. Black hair shrouded his face so his features were hidden behind the strands of thick silk. Tranquil he felt sitting amongst the earth waiting for the darkness to cover the land. Night was a time he enjoyed the most, but he knew that daylight was needed as well, for it was a time that everything grew and life increased in every nation whether it be wind, earth, fire or water. Sunlight draped through the canopies above and reflected off of his pale skin.
He soon sat up straight and quickly brushed his choppy hair away from his face. Looking off out onto the lands he saw the beauty of each nation and how harmonious they were when working together. The fire burning in the sunlight, the light breeze of Airos, the charming scent of the soil underneath him and the calming sounds of the streams of Heiseph....How can each nation feel one is better suited than the other, all life depends upon the entire gifts of each God. No one is better off than the other. Life is a war within itself, jealousy and hate linger while kindness and humanity are tossed aside and forgotten. If we are to survive we must learn to work in harmony as the area surrounding me now does....he thought in a way that he had done in the past for he felt the same love for each God unlike many he had met before.
Demitrius rose up and stretched, his enormous wings pulled apart and then relaxed again. He stepped forward and looked up, realizing twilight was not too far off. He pushed the hair off his face once more and then crouched down low and bounded into the canopy expanding his angelic wings and exploding out off into the open air. Soaring above the trees he filled his lungs with pure air and glided down into a straight dive...
"Dinner" he said in a smooth and mellow voice, addressing his prey on the ground below with a wide grin adorned with razor sharp fangs.
o.o.c. I am going to let you both as admins decide where Demitrius goes...I am not quite sure where to put him myself, so I thought it best you decide. If nothing is good let me know and I will change it. ;D Thanks...
One eyed one horned flying purple people eater...
