Post by aden on Feb 28, 2012 22:46:26 GMT
----Character Biography----[/u][/i]
Name:
A'den Hultah
Race
Lucavi
Age:
21
Gender:
Male
Profession:
Merc
Level 1
HP:
150
MP:
50
Gil Amount:
300
Class
Rogue
Species Skill
Demonic Blood
Organisation:
Not any atm
Alignment
Neutral good/True Neutral/Chaotic Evil
Home Continent:
Lost Continent
Personality:
A'den has a bit of multiple persoanlities. This comes from his normal mindset, his demon mindset, and when the two mash together. Mostly it takes an action like physical pain to make him switch, but if he loses control or if the right word is said he can switch in an instant.
First is his normal personality, which is very introverted, and shy. He has become dependant on the demon inside of him, since he's had to rely on it to survive. A;den constantly struggles for control of his body, but when he gets it he's not sure what to do, so he tends to shy away from people and things. He'll frequently say he doesn't know how to deal, and can sometimes become violent, being edged on by his demon, because dead people are easier to deal with than the living. This is not the case most of the time though. When A'den is feelign comfortable, usually in one on one meetings he's very friendly, but still on the quiet side. He has a good heart, and will share what he has, for he enjoys seeing others smile. His bad side just comes out when he feels boxed in by people, or when they seem to be threatening him. A'den since he was possesed as a small child and being mentally abised since then he hasn't developed as much as he should of, and tends to have a child like innocence, or intelligence.
A'den's demon side is pretty much what you would think. A tricky sadistic bastard who gets kicks seeing the world burn. HE's trapped in a useless mortal body which has significant will to ward him off, which doesn't improve his mood. A'den has a sense of good, which lets him overthrow the demon when it tries to do a extremely disgusting deed, which further fouls the demon's mood. The demon is constantly trying to trick or twist the good natured lad, into doing some evil deeds, though usually to no avail. When the demon comes out, he limits himself to doing as much evil he can before pushing A'den over the edge, so he usually leaves a trail of broken property, and badly wounded, instead of a path of carnage and gore. His demon comes out when A'den is in mortal peril, or feels like he can't survive any other way.
When the two meld it brings out a totally different personality all together. This one is quiet, and a little brooding, feeling like a monster, but also wishing to do good. A'den tends to act merciless in this mood, and strikes to kill. This is also his survival mode, meaning it usually comes out in fights or in times of slight stress, that aren't extreme enough to let the demon come fully out. He enjoys hiding in shadows, observing his surroundings, mentally always knowing his escape route.
Appearance: His skin is ashy white, almost like he's covered in a fine powder. He's about six feet tall, with an athletic build, close to that of a swimmer, or runner. His hair is pure white, medium length, and shoots backwards into spikes, which cover up two small black sharp horns. His eyes are an unnaturual bright icy blue. All of his teeth end in slight points, but look human enough to those who aren't paying attention. His nails end in a dark
rich red claws, which has an iridescent effect to black. He has multiple scars from living in the wild, which instead of just leaving deformed skin, his scar tissue is black, giving him a lot of black streaks marring his pure white skin.
Most of these are not seen howeve since A'den likes to hide his strange appearance under lots of clothing. He sticks to black, pants shirt and leather looking long sleeve jacket. He has gloves, and boots to cover up his claw like nails. He also has a hood, and face mask. He doesn't always have the hood on, but it's hard to see him without his black mask on, which wraps around his head covering from his nose down(your typical ninja mask look).
Equipment:
He carries two backs. One a full fledged traveling pack, which has all his clothes, and survival stuff in it, including sleeping roll full tinder box, cooking devices, water, and vials of his own blood. His second pack is a Snap back, which he can carry in one hand, which has one fire starter, 2 days worth of food, and a skin of water, and one vial of his blood.
Black demonic bastard sword+10 damage, which returns to his grasp.
The swoard looks like it's been dipped in black ink which never dries or falls off. It has runes running down the length, the hilt ends in lethal looking spikes on both sides, and has a hand and a half handle.
Combat Abilities:
Level 1 Slots:
-Blood Frenzy: With a few drops of blood into his mouth the demon inside A'den stirs, filling his muscles with unholy strength, as the true form begins to emerge slowly. +10 to damage(The demon blood burns off any other physical buff on A'den, and can't be stacked with other physical buffs ex:power strike. Any other forms of magical or naturual buffs that are placed on him after activation to power him up have no effect. This applies to upgraded forms as well))
Level 2 Slots:
-Blood lust: Whenever he swallows a mouthful blood his demon side reacts growing stronger, making him swing more furociously. +20 to damage
Level 3 Slots:
-Bloodphilia- A nice sized drink of blood burns through A'den's veins igniting his true demonic form. +50 to damage(does not stack with Bloodlust/blood frenzy) This usually will carry on till the end of a fight, but once a pause in the fight occurs, like it ends or is disrupted to the point A'den stops fighting, the effect immdiately wears off. (This applies to both earlier forms of the ability)
Magic
Level 1 Slots
-Dark: 20 dmg 10 mp
-Cure: Restores 10% HP
Level 2 Slots
-
Level 3 slots
-
Summons:
Experience
436
History:
The story starts out with the Demon. It's name long forgotten bound to the earth by a black sword, in a lost part of the land long ago. It was brooding in the ground with the impossible hope of being set free. His every fiber of his being coiled, ready to strike at the next being to discover it. None came. Years and years went by, time lost all meaning.
A village in the Lost continent isolated from the known world sat happily in it's forest. The village was somewhat new, only a few generation of families. They were innoncent, and live honest lives. Every now and then the dangers of the continent would come across them, but they always managed to ward it off, and recover. There was a veyr young boy in this village, his name was A'den, and he always dreamed of becoming a hero. Ancient stories of warriors who stood up for truth courage, and the weak going against impossible odds, and soemhow surviving, or giving their life so that others could, inspired the boy.
A'den loved adventure, and would go off hiking through the mysterious woods further than his parents would like, but he was a resourceful lad, and always came back with a story to tell. He viewed the world totally different, and made the seemingly normal walk sound like a venture of life and death, for that's how he viewed it. He didn't tell tall tales just made things a little more dramatic. He liked entertaining people, and see them smile or laugh. He was all around a good boy, and a lot of people thought he would grow up to be special, though he needed to be a little more careful, and not wander off so recklessly.
As A'den explored more and more areas each day, he would start going further and further out. One day he saw an clearing not too far ahead, it didn't seem like a normal clearing though. Usually they are covered with grass and wild flowers or bushes. This one seemed to be brown, and void of vegetation. A'den wondered if he finally found the edge of this endless wood. As he got closer he could hear a sound, like someone was whispering. A'den cocked his head to to see if he could hear it better, but the volume didn't change, though he was sure it was coming from the clearing. A'den couldn't make out any recognizable words. He took a few more steps forward, and froze. his whole body stopped responding to him, and he felt a tug in his gut that something dangerous was ahead. A cold sweat ran down the back of his neck. He nearly backed out, but how could he go back to his home without a grand story to tell, this would probably be the best yet. So he steeled himself, and continued through the brush.
As he finally got clear of the plants he finally got a good look at the barren land around him. It was a huge circle of dead life, just dry dirt, and stone. A'den went exploring, and after a but saw black object in a depressed part of the clearing. The whispers grew louder, A'den still not able to recognize the language, but it sounded familar, as if words he had known but forgotten. He stood for a few minutes at the edge of the depression just listening, when suddenly he heard a large booming sound, and the ground beneath him gave way. He tumbled rolled, and bumped his way down the depression. He got up little worse for wear, with a few bruises and bleeding cuts, he had come back with worse. He looked up and saw what the object was, it was a black sword. The sword looked to be almost liquid, and had funny looking scribbles running down the blade which was firmly implanted into the ground. A'den looked at it with his jaw scarpaing the ground, in awe. This was just like the stories he heard, of the hero finding the instrument of all his great deeds. With new found vigor, and a lost sense of danger he ran straight up to the blade, and clasped the handle pulling with all his might.
For the second the boy touched the handle, the blade freed itself, and the demon was released. No longer having a body of his own he jumped to the being, just as he had been planning for so long. He jumped the boy taking over his body and mind. The young one had little will to fight back for the body, the mind however was a much different story. The boy being one of pure spirit and mind was beyond the reach of the demon's power. The boy screamed in pain as his body was being fought over. He was launched from the sword with a shockwave. The darkness the blade had been holding quickly found him and covered him, wrapping him in darkness.
The demon now sat in A'den's mind, he had control of the body for now, and already was changing the body to match his old one, but without control of his mind he couldn't secure that he would always be able to control body, if at all. Yet he couldn't thwart the boy's innocence. He had never dreamed a child would find him. His plans were always on some dead beaten traveler running from the monsters of this place, or of a misguided adventurer who he could easily corrupt. The demon decided to sit there and wait before gettting himself in trouble, at which point the boy could wake, and get them both killed. True to his worries, a few hours later the boy's mind dipped back out of the sub concious and into the consious level, and easily swept the demon aside.
A'den's eye fluttered open and he looked around. His whole body was on fire, and he ached everywhere. It felt like growing pains x1000. He slowly sat up and brought a pair of white hands to his face. He looked at them horror struck. He ran, faster than he should've been able, in a frenzy and not sure why. When he finally calmed down enough he decided to go to a river and check and see if this was all true. As he reached the river, he slowly began peaking over. He saw hair that wasn't his, but yet he couldn't stop himself. He wanted to, he didn't want to believe this was true, but he kept creeping over. He saw his face, badly perverted. White skin, eyes that weren't his, hair a different color, teeth that were formed much differently. He yelled and splashed water on his face, and waited for the image to reform. It was unchanged. He fell to the ground, beating it with his fists, rambling to himself to wake up.
After some time he finally calmed down. He didn't kow what to do, he guessed he should go home. Then a thought entered his mind that wasn't his, almost as if someone else was talking in his brain. It told him that he would be hated, rejected, maybe even killed if he went back. The boy, scared alone and confused, broke down not knowing what to do. Like a dark parent the entity came down and comforted the child. It asked for control, and the naive boy did it.
This is how it went for years. The demon would trick his way into control, and A'den would give in when he needed help to survive. With the demon's body, and watching the demon A'den soon learned survival on his own. He never did return home. The demon had him run far far away. Eventually he convinced the boy to stow away on ship, and change continents. A'den was amazed by this strange world, and if it weren't for the demon he would have died on the streets. However he found merc work, which was mostly beating up guys, or protecting guys, which A'den was ok with. However, every time A'den seemed ready to settle in a area, he would lose control and the demon would spread panic, making him need to leave.
His explorations took him to many places, and his street knowlege grew jsut as fast as his survival knowlege had. There actually wasn't too big a difference between the two, which helped A'den adjust quicker to each new surrounding. When he traveled he lived off the land, when he found a city he would take a job as hired muscle, and live off that. He doesn't know what he's looking for, but he is looking for something. He knows there is a way to do good, but he can't just settle cause the demon just messes everything up. So A'den continues to venture, looking for his purpose in life.
RP sample:((Taken from my character AMnex, from Faded hearts.))
It was gone. Many years have passed since Amnex had visited. It took lots of mental prep to go anywhere, but especially here. The place where it ended. The place where it all began. Where Amnex had lost it all. Where he found his addiction. Where his heart was yet it was gone.
Amnex had exited the corridor, darkness seeping all around him. Amnex sighed. Usually these trips were full of echoes of emotions for him, but it was all gone now. Like a drug suddenly being taken away. Amnex felt no emotion, felt no pain, just the resounding silence of nothing. Amnex couldn't stand this feeling, yet he could have no reaction against it. It was like trying to fight water your drowning in. Water you can't see or feel, but you know it's clogging your breath. Amnex raised the hood on his hoodie, and continued on walking. Through streets he knew very well, and yet were totally foreign as they were now soaked in darkness.
His movements had caused a slight stir, alerting the heartless who now spawned here like a festering wound. Amnex looked at the motley demons, as they rose from the darkness, all around. Off buildings, from the ground, even the very air seemed coated with darkness, and with it the heartless. A bitter smile played across Amnex's face. He could feel the echoes of rage, anger, fear. He did not play them out, they were so pitiful compared to his real feelings it was not only pathetic, but also an insult to his memory. No these thing meant nothing to him now. They couldn't learn, they don't feel pain. He could not teach them. They were slaves. In a way Amnex felt sorry for them. A nobody chooses, a heartless obeys. They hunt for hearts with such a lust his little devotion to his last remaining feeling seemed childish in comparison. The beety yellow eyes followed him as he strolled. In the shadows they scurried, watching from a distance. Obviously Amnex wouldn't appeal to them, he did not have what they desired, they had already emptied him, and tossed him aside.
Amnex eventually got to his old mansion, which was impossible to tell, except that Amnex knew the way too it so well. It's outward appearance was changed so much. Amnex looked at it in interest. Of course, now they were gone. His two biggest reasons for finding a cure, gone, probably the same way he had. Hie imagined the scenario of the heartless tearing what was left of his family to pieces, before eating their hearts, or whatever it is they did. Amnex developed a thousand yard stare standing there, again his life being hugely impacted by the heartless. What to do now, even if he got better, what would he return to? A bulge formed in the palm of his left hand. Soon a bone sprouted from it, and only a small gasp of relief escaped Amnex's lips as he mulled over what to do now. The heartless who were laying in wait, decided he was now a threat, and should be taken care of.
Amnex sensed them, their little claws and feet beating against the ground, in near silence. He closed his eyes, and began to elevate. A pillar of ground pushed him about ten feet up, out of the clutches of the heartless, who stopped at the base. He slowly opened his eyes half way.
"Now surely we don't need to do this. You have nothing for me, and I nothing for you, can we just let each other go on our own business?"
Amnex knew reason was way way beyond them, but with nothing left to live for, he figured he would try to continue his teachings. He didn't like fighting, as it ended more in death then pain, and these devils always fought to the death. They began to climb his feeble pillar. Amnex let out another sigh, this one of disappointment.
"So be it..."
The pillar crumbled, save the few inches Amnex still stood upon, that floated in mid air. The piece of bone ejected further from his palm. The earth around the hole began to swirl drawing in the heartless who had gathered at the base, or attempted to climb the pillar. The whirling motion soon ended, all those inside thoroughly crushed or battered. The empty feeling of his now meaningless existence fell over Amnex again. He spread his arms, eyes still open lazily. He fell backwards, arms wide in a cliche' fashion. He hit the soft ground where the whirlpool had been. In an instant the heartless were on him. Hacking slashing beating. Filling Amnex full of glorious pain. His body instinctively wanted to fight back, to flail about, to get away. Amnex easily over came this, and righted himself. More pain..... Then came a stronger urge, to curl into a ball. The move of one ready to die. This required much more mental strength to get over. Amnex was in control, he was not planning on dieing, and these devils wouldn't do it. This was just pain, it would not kill him. A smile came over his face as the pain turned from the uncomfortable sensation to this warm like substance, that calmed him, telling him there was still life in his skin, he was not dieing. As this feeling came the ground around him folded, and slammed down with a huge force. None of it touched Amnex, it formed a perfect mold of his body. He cleared what was atop him, and made to get up. His body disagreed with him, and he flopped back down. One of the few draw backs to too much pain, your body starts shutting down. With some assistance of his powers he finally stood, though still wobbly. He saw more heartless had already gathered, and were making their move, to kill the wounded nobody.
"I'm sorry but I've had enough for one day, so you all scurry off... or stay for all I care, but I-I-I shall be depr-...depriving you of m-my presence."
His mouth fumbled over a few of the words, as he spoke his good bye to the heartless. A corridor opened behind him, which he tripped backwards into. Back to his home base. Back to that beach, where the nightmare began.
Name:
A'den Hultah
Race
Lucavi
Age:
21
Gender:
Male
Profession:
Merc
Level 1
HP:
150
MP:
50
Gil Amount:
300
Class
Rogue
Species Skill
Demonic Blood
Organisation:
Not any atm
Alignment
Neutral good/True Neutral/Chaotic Evil
Home Continent:
Lost Continent
Personality:
A'den has a bit of multiple persoanlities. This comes from his normal mindset, his demon mindset, and when the two mash together. Mostly it takes an action like physical pain to make him switch, but if he loses control or if the right word is said he can switch in an instant.
First is his normal personality, which is very introverted, and shy. He has become dependant on the demon inside of him, since he's had to rely on it to survive. A;den constantly struggles for control of his body, but when he gets it he's not sure what to do, so he tends to shy away from people and things. He'll frequently say he doesn't know how to deal, and can sometimes become violent, being edged on by his demon, because dead people are easier to deal with than the living. This is not the case most of the time though. When A'den is feelign comfortable, usually in one on one meetings he's very friendly, but still on the quiet side. He has a good heart, and will share what he has, for he enjoys seeing others smile. His bad side just comes out when he feels boxed in by people, or when they seem to be threatening him. A'den since he was possesed as a small child and being mentally abised since then he hasn't developed as much as he should of, and tends to have a child like innocence, or intelligence.
A'den's demon side is pretty much what you would think. A tricky sadistic bastard who gets kicks seeing the world burn. HE's trapped in a useless mortal body which has significant will to ward him off, which doesn't improve his mood. A'den has a sense of good, which lets him overthrow the demon when it tries to do a extremely disgusting deed, which further fouls the demon's mood. The demon is constantly trying to trick or twist the good natured lad, into doing some evil deeds, though usually to no avail. When the demon comes out, he limits himself to doing as much evil he can before pushing A'den over the edge, so he usually leaves a trail of broken property, and badly wounded, instead of a path of carnage and gore. His demon comes out when A'den is in mortal peril, or feels like he can't survive any other way.
When the two meld it brings out a totally different personality all together. This one is quiet, and a little brooding, feeling like a monster, but also wishing to do good. A'den tends to act merciless in this mood, and strikes to kill. This is also his survival mode, meaning it usually comes out in fights or in times of slight stress, that aren't extreme enough to let the demon come fully out. He enjoys hiding in shadows, observing his surroundings, mentally always knowing his escape route.
Appearance: His skin is ashy white, almost like he's covered in a fine powder. He's about six feet tall, with an athletic build, close to that of a swimmer, or runner. His hair is pure white, medium length, and shoots backwards into spikes, which cover up two small black sharp horns. His eyes are an unnaturual bright icy blue. All of his teeth end in slight points, but look human enough to those who aren't paying attention. His nails end in a dark
rich red claws, which has an iridescent effect to black. He has multiple scars from living in the wild, which instead of just leaving deformed skin, his scar tissue is black, giving him a lot of black streaks marring his pure white skin.
Most of these are not seen howeve since A'den likes to hide his strange appearance under lots of clothing. He sticks to black, pants shirt and leather looking long sleeve jacket. He has gloves, and boots to cover up his claw like nails. He also has a hood, and face mask. He doesn't always have the hood on, but it's hard to see him without his black mask on, which wraps around his head covering from his nose down(your typical ninja mask look).
Equipment:
He carries two backs. One a full fledged traveling pack, which has all his clothes, and survival stuff in it, including sleeping roll full tinder box, cooking devices, water, and vials of his own blood. His second pack is a Snap back, which he can carry in one hand, which has one fire starter, 2 days worth of food, and a skin of water, and one vial of his blood.
Black demonic bastard sword+10 damage, which returns to his grasp.
The swoard looks like it's been dipped in black ink which never dries or falls off. It has runes running down the length, the hilt ends in lethal looking spikes on both sides, and has a hand and a half handle.
Combat Abilities:
Level 1 Slots:
-Blood Frenzy: With a few drops of blood into his mouth the demon inside A'den stirs, filling his muscles with unholy strength, as the true form begins to emerge slowly. +10 to damage(The demon blood burns off any other physical buff on A'den, and can't be stacked with other physical buffs ex:power strike. Any other forms of magical or naturual buffs that are placed on him after activation to power him up have no effect. This applies to upgraded forms as well))
Level 2 Slots:
-Blood lust: Whenever he swallows a mouthful blood his demon side reacts growing stronger, making him swing more furociously. +20 to damage
Level 3 Slots:
-Bloodphilia- A nice sized drink of blood burns through A'den's veins igniting his true demonic form. +50 to damage(does not stack with Bloodlust/blood frenzy) This usually will carry on till the end of a fight, but once a pause in the fight occurs, like it ends or is disrupted to the point A'den stops fighting, the effect immdiately wears off. (This applies to both earlier forms of the ability)
Magic
Level 1 Slots
-Dark: 20 dmg 10 mp
-Cure: Restores 10% HP
Level 2 Slots
-
Level 3 slots
-
Summons:
Experience
436
History:
The story starts out with the Demon. It's name long forgotten bound to the earth by a black sword, in a lost part of the land long ago. It was brooding in the ground with the impossible hope of being set free. His every fiber of his being coiled, ready to strike at the next being to discover it. None came. Years and years went by, time lost all meaning.
A village in the Lost continent isolated from the known world sat happily in it's forest. The village was somewhat new, only a few generation of families. They were innoncent, and live honest lives. Every now and then the dangers of the continent would come across them, but they always managed to ward it off, and recover. There was a veyr young boy in this village, his name was A'den, and he always dreamed of becoming a hero. Ancient stories of warriors who stood up for truth courage, and the weak going against impossible odds, and soemhow surviving, or giving their life so that others could, inspired the boy.
A'den loved adventure, and would go off hiking through the mysterious woods further than his parents would like, but he was a resourceful lad, and always came back with a story to tell. He viewed the world totally different, and made the seemingly normal walk sound like a venture of life and death, for that's how he viewed it. He didn't tell tall tales just made things a little more dramatic. He liked entertaining people, and see them smile or laugh. He was all around a good boy, and a lot of people thought he would grow up to be special, though he needed to be a little more careful, and not wander off so recklessly.
As A'den explored more and more areas each day, he would start going further and further out. One day he saw an clearing not too far ahead, it didn't seem like a normal clearing though. Usually they are covered with grass and wild flowers or bushes. This one seemed to be brown, and void of vegetation. A'den wondered if he finally found the edge of this endless wood. As he got closer he could hear a sound, like someone was whispering. A'den cocked his head to to see if he could hear it better, but the volume didn't change, though he was sure it was coming from the clearing. A'den couldn't make out any recognizable words. He took a few more steps forward, and froze. his whole body stopped responding to him, and he felt a tug in his gut that something dangerous was ahead. A cold sweat ran down the back of his neck. He nearly backed out, but how could he go back to his home without a grand story to tell, this would probably be the best yet. So he steeled himself, and continued through the brush.
As he finally got clear of the plants he finally got a good look at the barren land around him. It was a huge circle of dead life, just dry dirt, and stone. A'den went exploring, and after a but saw black object in a depressed part of the clearing. The whispers grew louder, A'den still not able to recognize the language, but it sounded familar, as if words he had known but forgotten. He stood for a few minutes at the edge of the depression just listening, when suddenly he heard a large booming sound, and the ground beneath him gave way. He tumbled rolled, and bumped his way down the depression. He got up little worse for wear, with a few bruises and bleeding cuts, he had come back with worse. He looked up and saw what the object was, it was a black sword. The sword looked to be almost liquid, and had funny looking scribbles running down the blade which was firmly implanted into the ground. A'den looked at it with his jaw scarpaing the ground, in awe. This was just like the stories he heard, of the hero finding the instrument of all his great deeds. With new found vigor, and a lost sense of danger he ran straight up to the blade, and clasped the handle pulling with all his might.
For the second the boy touched the handle, the blade freed itself, and the demon was released. No longer having a body of his own he jumped to the being, just as he had been planning for so long. He jumped the boy taking over his body and mind. The young one had little will to fight back for the body, the mind however was a much different story. The boy being one of pure spirit and mind was beyond the reach of the demon's power. The boy screamed in pain as his body was being fought over. He was launched from the sword with a shockwave. The darkness the blade had been holding quickly found him and covered him, wrapping him in darkness.
The demon now sat in A'den's mind, he had control of the body for now, and already was changing the body to match his old one, but without control of his mind he couldn't secure that he would always be able to control body, if at all. Yet he couldn't thwart the boy's innocence. He had never dreamed a child would find him. His plans were always on some dead beaten traveler running from the monsters of this place, or of a misguided adventurer who he could easily corrupt. The demon decided to sit there and wait before gettting himself in trouble, at which point the boy could wake, and get them both killed. True to his worries, a few hours later the boy's mind dipped back out of the sub concious and into the consious level, and easily swept the demon aside.
A'den's eye fluttered open and he looked around. His whole body was on fire, and he ached everywhere. It felt like growing pains x1000. He slowly sat up and brought a pair of white hands to his face. He looked at them horror struck. He ran, faster than he should've been able, in a frenzy and not sure why. When he finally calmed down enough he decided to go to a river and check and see if this was all true. As he reached the river, he slowly began peaking over. He saw hair that wasn't his, but yet he couldn't stop himself. He wanted to, he didn't want to believe this was true, but he kept creeping over. He saw his face, badly perverted. White skin, eyes that weren't his, hair a different color, teeth that were formed much differently. He yelled and splashed water on his face, and waited for the image to reform. It was unchanged. He fell to the ground, beating it with his fists, rambling to himself to wake up.
After some time he finally calmed down. He didn't kow what to do, he guessed he should go home. Then a thought entered his mind that wasn't his, almost as if someone else was talking in his brain. It told him that he would be hated, rejected, maybe even killed if he went back. The boy, scared alone and confused, broke down not knowing what to do. Like a dark parent the entity came down and comforted the child. It asked for control, and the naive boy did it.
This is how it went for years. The demon would trick his way into control, and A'den would give in when he needed help to survive. With the demon's body, and watching the demon A'den soon learned survival on his own. He never did return home. The demon had him run far far away. Eventually he convinced the boy to stow away on ship, and change continents. A'den was amazed by this strange world, and if it weren't for the demon he would have died on the streets. However he found merc work, which was mostly beating up guys, or protecting guys, which A'den was ok with. However, every time A'den seemed ready to settle in a area, he would lose control and the demon would spread panic, making him need to leave.
His explorations took him to many places, and his street knowlege grew jsut as fast as his survival knowlege had. There actually wasn't too big a difference between the two, which helped A'den adjust quicker to each new surrounding. When he traveled he lived off the land, when he found a city he would take a job as hired muscle, and live off that. He doesn't know what he's looking for, but he is looking for something. He knows there is a way to do good, but he can't just settle cause the demon just messes everything up. So A'den continues to venture, looking for his purpose in life.
RP sample:((Taken from my character AMnex, from Faded hearts.))
It was gone. Many years have passed since Amnex had visited. It took lots of mental prep to go anywhere, but especially here. The place where it ended. The place where it all began. Where Amnex had lost it all. Where he found his addiction. Where his heart was yet it was gone.
Amnex had exited the corridor, darkness seeping all around him. Amnex sighed. Usually these trips were full of echoes of emotions for him, but it was all gone now. Like a drug suddenly being taken away. Amnex felt no emotion, felt no pain, just the resounding silence of nothing. Amnex couldn't stand this feeling, yet he could have no reaction against it. It was like trying to fight water your drowning in. Water you can't see or feel, but you know it's clogging your breath. Amnex raised the hood on his hoodie, and continued on walking. Through streets he knew very well, and yet were totally foreign as they were now soaked in darkness.
His movements had caused a slight stir, alerting the heartless who now spawned here like a festering wound. Amnex looked at the motley demons, as they rose from the darkness, all around. Off buildings, from the ground, even the very air seemed coated with darkness, and with it the heartless. A bitter smile played across Amnex's face. He could feel the echoes of rage, anger, fear. He did not play them out, they were so pitiful compared to his real feelings it was not only pathetic, but also an insult to his memory. No these thing meant nothing to him now. They couldn't learn, they don't feel pain. He could not teach them. They were slaves. In a way Amnex felt sorry for them. A nobody chooses, a heartless obeys. They hunt for hearts with such a lust his little devotion to his last remaining feeling seemed childish in comparison. The beety yellow eyes followed him as he strolled. In the shadows they scurried, watching from a distance. Obviously Amnex wouldn't appeal to them, he did not have what they desired, they had already emptied him, and tossed him aside.
Amnex eventually got to his old mansion, which was impossible to tell, except that Amnex knew the way too it so well. It's outward appearance was changed so much. Amnex looked at it in interest. Of course, now they were gone. His two biggest reasons for finding a cure, gone, probably the same way he had. Hie imagined the scenario of the heartless tearing what was left of his family to pieces, before eating their hearts, or whatever it is they did. Amnex developed a thousand yard stare standing there, again his life being hugely impacted by the heartless. What to do now, even if he got better, what would he return to? A bulge formed in the palm of his left hand. Soon a bone sprouted from it, and only a small gasp of relief escaped Amnex's lips as he mulled over what to do now. The heartless who were laying in wait, decided he was now a threat, and should be taken care of.
Amnex sensed them, their little claws and feet beating against the ground, in near silence. He closed his eyes, and began to elevate. A pillar of ground pushed him about ten feet up, out of the clutches of the heartless, who stopped at the base. He slowly opened his eyes half way.
"Now surely we don't need to do this. You have nothing for me, and I nothing for you, can we just let each other go on our own business?"
Amnex knew reason was way way beyond them, but with nothing left to live for, he figured he would try to continue his teachings. He didn't like fighting, as it ended more in death then pain, and these devils always fought to the death. They began to climb his feeble pillar. Amnex let out another sigh, this one of disappointment.
"So be it..."
The pillar crumbled, save the few inches Amnex still stood upon, that floated in mid air. The piece of bone ejected further from his palm. The earth around the hole began to swirl drawing in the heartless who had gathered at the base, or attempted to climb the pillar. The whirling motion soon ended, all those inside thoroughly crushed or battered. The empty feeling of his now meaningless existence fell over Amnex again. He spread his arms, eyes still open lazily. He fell backwards, arms wide in a cliche' fashion. He hit the soft ground where the whirlpool had been. In an instant the heartless were on him. Hacking slashing beating. Filling Amnex full of glorious pain. His body instinctively wanted to fight back, to flail about, to get away. Amnex easily over came this, and righted himself. More pain..... Then came a stronger urge, to curl into a ball. The move of one ready to die. This required much more mental strength to get over. Amnex was in control, he was not planning on dieing, and these devils wouldn't do it. This was just pain, it would not kill him. A smile came over his face as the pain turned from the uncomfortable sensation to this warm like substance, that calmed him, telling him there was still life in his skin, he was not dieing. As this feeling came the ground around him folded, and slammed down with a huge force. None of it touched Amnex, it formed a perfect mold of his body. He cleared what was atop him, and made to get up. His body disagreed with him, and he flopped back down. One of the few draw backs to too much pain, your body starts shutting down. With some assistance of his powers he finally stood, though still wobbly. He saw more heartless had already gathered, and were making their move, to kill the wounded nobody.
"I'm sorry but I've had enough for one day, so you all scurry off... or stay for all I care, but I-I-I shall be depr-...depriving you of m-my presence."
His mouth fumbled over a few of the words, as he spoke his good bye to the heartless. A corridor opened behind him, which he tripped backwards into. Back to his home base. Back to that beach, where the nightmare began.
