Nicholi Posted July 4, 2014 Share Posted July 4, 2014 Name: Andras Idiun Race: Human/Demon Age: 18 Years Old Location: Ruins of Idiun Build: Slender Height: 5’7” Weight: 125 lbs Hair color: Black -Type: Straight -Length: Long (Down to his lower back) Eyes: (Human) – Ice Blue, (Demon) - Yellow Family: None. His family was destroyed by a power hungry Sorcerer that enjoys using demons for his dirty work. Strengths: Normally a calm person unless angered. Weakness: His own anger. Likes: Animals, and getting his way. Dislikes: Power hungry Sorcerers, and things that purposely piss him off. Favorite Animal: Wolves Fears: Being forced to live as a demon the rest of his life. And spiders. ~Demonic Rebirth~ Creatures from hell, these being are merciless in their life as they destroy everything and anything in their path. They have no meaning for life, nor acknowledgment for living beings. They are killing machines forged from the fiery pits of hell itself. Human’s had forced wars upon themselves for years. Kingdoms no longer felt the threat to do battle against their neighboring kingdoms. Not with these foul creatures of the underworld now baring down upon their lands. They needed their allies and not make themselves vulnerable for defeat. Knights turned into protectors. Witches and wizards still roamed the grounds but as Sorcerers and Sorceresses. Dragon’s roamed the sky’s while demon’s began to crawl along the earth’s surface in search for something… But for what? His icy gaze lifted towards the loud crash just down the hallway from his room. Having just laid down to rest before his duties as a prince would interfere in his morning rituals. Jumping out of his bed, to have his boots thud against the wood floor of his room before he rushed out into the hallway. He wasn’t sure what had happened first as was thrown back against the door of his room with a loud groan that rushed out of his lungs. His vision was blurry as he tried to blink it clear enough to see what the hell was going on. Demons had invaded the castle and were tearing it apart from the inside out. He knew that he wasn’t a match for these creatures that were tearing his home apart. Yet, something came to mind. The sword that had been passed down from generation to generation. He knew that the blasted sword was cursed from the very beginning, but right now he had no choice. It was the only way to kill these damn things. Darting off towards the back room down the hallway, doors burst open with a loud crash that could be heard behind him. Not even looking back to see what was after him as he rushed up to the alter to open the chest that held the sword. The chest opened with a creak to reveal the black blade that its handle was made of gold with an emerald was carefully placed into it. He had not the time to admire the handy work as his icy yet changing towards a yellow gaze lifted towards the demons that were already trying to pile into the cramped room. Narrowing his eyes as he gripped the hilt tightly, an odd sensation overwhelmed him within that instant. What was this? He had felt this sensation somewhere before, but he was unable to recall from what. Stepping down from the alter without another thought about it. He swung the blade slicing down demons as he made his way to the door only to be stopped by someone he never thought he would have seen there. Yellow eyes widened in shock at the powerful Sorcerer blocking his way out. No… What was going on here? Before he had known it, everything was spinning and his vision was going black. Once a prince standing in the middle of the room, now an emerald egg encasing a demon stood in his place. He was curled up in the center of the see through gem, the cursed sword in his hands. As he lay imprisoned in his torturous state, his kingdom was destroyed. All that he knew and everyone that he loved, died that very day by the Sorcerer’s magic and the very demon’s the man had summoned to do his dirty work. ~Emerald Egg~ Would he ever get out of this? If he did, there was only one thing that he wanted to do. Kill that bastered that ruined his life. But first, he needed out of this damn thing! The royal family had been destroyed by very Sorcerer that had trapped him. Once the kingdom fell to the hands of demons and powerful magic, everything was in ruins. The castle no longer there as crumbles of towers that once stood in its place. ~Ruins of Idiun~ It had been 20 years since Andras had been entrapped in this egg. His appearance never changing nor did he grow any older than the age of 18. It seemed that time had frozen in place while everything around him changed. Over the years the emerald egg had collected dust and dirt that was kicked up by the wind that somehow had managed to get into the hidden cell where he had been placed. The hidden cell he had been placed in seemed nothing more than a hidden treasure room. But now no treasure could be seen within it, only the dust covered brightly glowing emerald egg set in the middle of the room. A soft light emanating from the gem and a shadow within it, as if something was in this huge beautifully carved emerald. ~Hidden Room~ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ruise Posted July 4, 2014 Share Posted July 4, 2014 Name: Andromalius Race: Used to be a Fallen Angel/Demon Age: Not counting, passable to be around 20-23 Height: 6’0” Weight: 193 lbs Hair: Changing periodically like how snake shedding their skins; as of now, it’s silver. Eyes: Yellow and more like reptile’s eyes rather than human’s. Family: If a familiar can be called family then there’s one; a snake clinging at his neck. Bio: Somewhat aloof and indifferent against humans. Since he develop intellect, he lost the desire to succumb to his demonic instinct and serving any magician who manage to call him. Most likely his pride as former angel still left somewhere without him remember. Once he give his promise to anyone, he’ll fulfill it even if he didn’t want to and detest it (like succumb to Lucifer order after losing in a match). Random fact: Andromalius, FALLEN ANGEL and 72nd of the 72 Spirits of Solomon. Andromalius is a great earl in Hell. He appears as a man holding serpent. He returns stolen goods, reveal thieves, discovers wicked deeds and underhanded dealings, and reveals hidden treasures. He rules 36 legions of demons. Never once did he find himself interest to toy with human. Never once did he felt any desire to kill, destroy, and turn into harbinger of death. Never once did he see any benefit to answer any call from humans that reached him. Never once since he develop his intellect and learn how to repress his demonic instinct better compare when he still a newborn demon from sotteranei class. He’s not interesting. He didn’t feel any need to. He don’t want to have anything to do with that pointless act; to mess a human life, to heed a summoner call, he just… didn’t have any urged to give a damn about what those low life doing at the upper world. Yet now, Andromalius find himself taking a walk below those starry night sky following a winged being that flying few step ahead of him. He find himself felt the wind when that being flapped its giant red wings gushed and toyed with his silvery hair. And find his familiar hissing, circling around his neck and wondering what in the world did its master doing here—in human’s realm he didn’t want to visit anymore. “No frigging idea,” he murmur, “the supposed to be demon lords just dragged me after I lost on a game.” He kept his rambling on while his familiar just hissed once in while, giving an image like they actually having a conversation with two different languages used. “We’re here,” that winged being finally talk when a scenery of crumbling pillars lined up come to view—passable to be called a ruins. Such a sorrowful place that remind him of his own palace in hells. Everything looks normal for him until he sense something very nostalgic. A kind of feeling that trying to reawaken his demonic instinct. “Resentment, anger, sadness, you feel it, right? The feeling that us, demons, addicted,” the winged one keep on talking. On what kind of things that he missed after so many years curled up in his own palace. On how many fun things he missed for always rejecting the call from humans, not bothering to see how powerful that human might to be able reached his place—expect that one time. “I’m not here to chat with you about that.” He don’t want to remember the time he still being a slave for his demonic instinct; not better than some killing tools without intelligence disguised as a mere familiar for magician and summoner—to a mere humans no less. “Just tell me what I need to do here.” “Patience, my friend,” the winged being smiled and stop flapping its wings before finally landed. “I'll tell you when we reach it.” The beings lead him to some sort of underground room where the wind blowing weakly but cold enough to make his snake snuggle and tighten up its grip on him. "And so?" he inquiry, raising an eyebrow when he spot a giant egg covered in dust and debris at the center or the room. “As you can see… I want you taking care our potential future little brother.” That being pointed his finger at the egg that obviously the source of all the nostalgic feeling he sensed at the center of the room, a demon's egg. He felt the corner of his mouth started to twitch. “No one interesting enough to baby our poor little brother,” a fake melancholy sigh coming from that demon lords mouth, “good thing you agreed to do it.” “No recollection,” he snarled spontaneously. "I'm not gonna wasting my precious time to take a fucking job as babysitter for a demon on their first stage. Never." “Your oath to me already said you will,” that being answer shortly and he lost the argument just with one key word; oath. “So, have fun with your job,” with its final parting words the winged one vanish without leaving any trace. He hissed in a defeated tone. Part of him already cursed on how he agreed to do any job Lucifer gave to him if he lose on a duel—no, in the first place, why did he agreed to go on a duel with someone as powerful as Lucifer? So now, his only choice is do what that blasted winged demon told him to… to… …to babysit the supposed to be...His snake hissed shortly, "an unborn demon." He groaned tiredly before finally making up some plan as... "Babysitter Andromalius." Let that snake hissing as many as it want to. Let's just start with waiting for the ‘baby brother’ hatched, deciding what rank order and class it fall into, teach him a thing or two, and job fins- His eyes narrowed slightly when, oh, so-beautiful-emerald-crystal-turned-to-be-some-kind-of-hardened-magic shattered just with a single touch. He should have suspected it; there's no way a demon’s egg can be here, a human’s world, of all place. That damned light bringer… you demon will pay after this! And he think about something so… ironic. 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Nicholi Posted July 5, 2014 Author Share Posted July 5, 2014 The touch... Walls of the emerald egg vibrated violatantly at the fingers that had found their way against the it. A sharp hissing noise began to fill the empty room as cracks began to splinter through the shell in a rapid pace. Racing until the cracks covered the emerald in every place possible. Echo's of a low deep growl filled the room before the egg shattered and fell away in pieces, flinging pieces of emerald every which direction. Some crashed against the walls of the place and fell to the floor with soft thumps. In its place, what looked like a human boy seeming to float in the air on its own before slowly descending down to the floor. Being laid down on the cold hard floor, his body laid limply and as still as a statue. It had taken some time before slow shaky breaths entered his lungs. Moments ticked by slowly as the breathing slowly became normal. Bright yellow eyes snapped open, seeming to pierce at whatever they would land on. Unaware of what had happened in the world, or what had just happened to him. His gaze blinked for a short moment before a soft groan left his lips. Slowly sliding a little to sit up, staring at his hands as he tried to figure out what had happened to him. All he remembered was a sorcerer blocking his way out, and then everything had gone black. Yet it was at this time that he noticed that he was not alone. His sharp gaze narrowed as he spun around and crouched down on the floor. Long blackened nails dug into the floor as a loud low hiss caused his chest to rumble a little. Softly glowing yellow eyes narrowed at the creature that he had in his sights now. The sword at his side gleamed in the lack of light that was in the room while he stayed in his crouched position. Watching this... thing. Now noticing that pieces of emerald were scattered around the place and that's when it hit him. He had just be released from his prison. Yet, that did not matter at that moment. What mattered was, who and what the hell this thing in front of him was? Not wasting another thought, Andras launched himself at the man in front of him. Growling deeply in his chest as his long teeth came only inches from tearing at the flesh. Being in this demonic form... and for him being mostly human, he was unable to talk in human languages. Blackened nails clinched and dug at the man's arms as his narrowed gaze stared into Andromalius' eyes. Andras wasn't able to control the feeling of wanting to kill. Needing to kill this being that was in his grasps. Confusion showed in anger as he hissed all that closely in front of the man's face. Being born human, he wouldn't understand what demonic emotions would be like. Or how to control the urges, should they arise. Snapping his teeth at the man as his nails began to dig and scrape down the man's arms in a threatening manor. As if he were saying that he could kill this one within a minutes notice. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ruise Posted July 10, 2014 Share Posted July 10, 2014 Andromalius hissed sharply, feeling those sharp teeth sinking deep to his flesh. Trying to stop the newborn demon from tearing his flesh. "Just how slow your reflect can be sometimes, Master," the snake commented in his head. "Can I bite him? Can I kill him? Master... can... I eat him...?" Hissing lowly, Andromalius ignoring that demand. Half of him already knew why his familiar start to talked like that. Such killing intent, so raw and pure to influence another demons near it. Just what kind... "Master, kill, kill, eat him, poison him." So now his familiar already losing his sanity just because being exposed to raw instinct at this level? Well, it's not like Andromalius can argue. Jumping back and trying to dodge another claw or teeth--or maybe sword--from marking him with another scar, Andromalius trying to keep his sanity intact. Repressing his own instinct and desire to kill his supposed to be little bother. "...oh well..." he finally sighed. "Belial will definitely love this one." "Tear his limb, kill, eat him." With his familiar's voice ringing somewhere at the back of his head, Andromalius charge ahead. Trying to get a hold of Andras and do the only thing he know to stop a demon at this state aside from killing or destroying something. Sex. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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