Post by Dantalion on Nov 25, 2016 14:36:05 GMT
Name: Dantalion
Alias: The Envious, The puncher of words onto the paper (Mazoku Rank Apparently), the Dodoria of the Mazoku
Species: Demon
Gender: Male
Age: Three Years Old
Techniques:
Alias: The Envious, The puncher of words onto the paper (Mazoku Rank Apparently), the Dodoria of the Mazoku
Species: Demon
Gender: Male
Age: Three Years Old
Appearance: A large red skinned being towering taller than any man has ever dared assail built of muscle and mass his back is laced with long opalescent scales, winding down the length of his back with a dark hue. It turns to greet you, not the face of a man staring you down a face unlike most others ever seen. A lengthy jutting jaw sticks out and his face as white as marble yet made of sleek bone. Atop his skull crowns two long ridged horns no different from his face and his eyes do not exist, simply holes left empty of flesh but filled with a burning garnet light, moving as if lasers moved through the hollows. Where his neck meets head lacerations are drawn jagged down his neck, bone jutting out where the two points met though often hidden by his large skull.
History: He was born nothing, and from that, he would return. He is but the riff raff no demon of blue blood, no demon set to rule a kingdom. No, he was simply born into the folds of the universe from the Sin of man and all others who deem themselves sentient. He was envy, a less than enviable Sin to be born from. The demon's born of anger tower and crush, demons born of glutton can consume all and everything. And those of lust... Well, they tend to last the longest of all Demons born from Sin. No, but alas cursed with the most common of sins, yet also burdened by the weakest.
He spent his childhood doing what all Demons of Envy do. Whine, bitch and moan. Though that didn't last long all demons born of sins have a shelf life of at most a few months. Their desires spur them into their own death, Glutton sees you fattening up until you go pop. Pride meets you at the wrong end of a stick. Wrath gets you killed in a bar. Greed left one in prison to rot. Sloth, more often than not starve themselves to death in their pursuit of not doing anything. Lust... Well, let's just say you go in the wrong room and you don't come out. And finally Envy. There is not as horrid as lust or grand as Anger. They simply, make a mistake. They see someone in power, and they want it, nay they crave it. 'Why do they get to live in the lap of luxury?' Is there most often thought and quickly they try to strike out in revenge... And then they die at a nobledemon's blade.
He was different though. It was said that once in a hundred lives a single demon is born of sin, yet manages to compose himself. This was Dantalion's lucky life. Sure, that didn't afford him a prize. But it afforded him so much more. In one months time, a Demon of Sin is considered aged, an old man if put into Human Terms, one of three is considered at the peak of their life, soon to be whisked from a single mistake. Dantalion made it far more. Demons of Sin don't suffer from Mortality, they are immune to the withering force of death, forced to die in horrid ways befitting their Sin. And with three years under his belt, he is far better off for it.
Then came the fateful day. It was nothing unusual for him, simply wandering the confines of the Demon Realm, specifically where he ruled as king. In the dark abysses where the Sin's were born. No Demon of Sin in memory recent or far beyond had reached his level. But still, that was not saying much, Imp's and Quasit were still far higher up the chain of command, but in terms of power, he rested comfortably. No, his species were fodder, looked down upon by all else, If one was lucky he may be taken as Servant or Guard by a higher up, though only the lowest of Noble's would choose one or even dane to even take a glimpse into the Pit. He was one such Demon, though those times have long since passed. Ever since that one fateful day that tore him from his terrible excuse of a kingdom.
It opened up, its covetous call drawing him fourth, the feeling of white pellets pressing against his skin. It was strange, alien and cold. A new sensation but a rather relaxing one when he looked at them. He took his first step forward and from there he made his way to Earth. Specifically, the Heights of Yunzabit.
Techniques:
Offensive
Nuclear Bazooka [N1] Dependent on Current Transformation. All really the same basic function. Just different Flavour.
Envious Rending [N1] [UP2] [MP3] A build up of Green Ki forming in the length of Dantalion's blade, then with a multitude of slashes a stream of Green Lines cut through the air rending whatever it is capable of cutting.
Support
Magical Regeneration [N1] The ability to regenerate lost limbs, though things such as lot fingers are an easy fix, entire limbs may take days of hard and excruciating pain to recover from.
Utility
Multi-form [N1] Dantalion splits his being apart, tearing his body asunder and creating two duplicates at the expense of his power level being split into the same amount, three.
Flight [N1] By sending Ki throughout his body he is able to lift his hulking form up and move through the skies with ease.
After Image [SU1-3] Through a rapid motion a blur is left behind as a sudden burst of speed is made leaving a false imprint before darting off to do one of two things, either attack or make a strategic retreat in the opposite direction as fast as his legs can take him.
Shapeshift: Dantalion through pain and what might as well be the tearing of his very core, he shifts his skin into stranger textures, foreign shapes and overall an unpleasent experience. For either himself, or any poor onlookers.
Shapeshift: Dantalion through pain and what might as well be the tearing of his very core, he shifts his skin into stranger textures, foreign shapes and overall an unpleasent experience. For either himself, or any poor onlookers.
Transformations:
Base Form:
A large red skinned being, towering taller than any man has ever dared assail. Built of muscle and mass his back is laced with long opalescent scales, winding down the length of his back with a dark hue. It turns to greet you, not the face of a man staring you down, a face unlike most others ever seen. Along jutting jaw sticks out, and his face as white as marble yet made of sleek bone. Atop his skull crowns two long ridged horns no different from his face. His eyes do not exist, simply holes left empty of flesh but filled with a burning garnet light, moving as if lasers moved through the holes. Where his neck meets head lacerations are drawn across his neck, bone jutting out where the two points met though often hidden by his large skull.
Demonic Custom - Nuclear Bazooka
Ki builds and swells in the confines of his jaw, a hue of green crackling with Demonic Power as his body shakes and quakes, his limbs expand and his veins grow purple and visible underneath the mass of red skin. As time goes on electricity begins to form, his jaw grows loose as the Spectrum of green slowly forms larger and larger until finally, his mouth can no longer contain the Demonic power, released in a single devastating wave that leaves in its wake a craterous line underneath its beam.
Base Form:
A large red skinned being, towering taller than any man has ever dared assail. Built of muscle and mass his back is laced with long opalescent scales, winding down the length of his back with a dark hue. It turns to greet you, not the face of a man staring you down, a face unlike most others ever seen. Along jutting jaw sticks out, and his face as white as marble yet made of sleek bone. Atop his skull crowns two long ridged horns no different from his face. His eyes do not exist, simply holes left empty of flesh but filled with a burning garnet light, moving as if lasers moved through the holes. Where his neck meets head lacerations are drawn across his neck, bone jutting out where the two points met though often hidden by his large skull.
Demonic Custom - Nuclear Bazooka
Ki builds and swells in the confines of his jaw, a hue of green crackling with Demonic Power as his body shakes and quakes, his limbs expand and his veins grow purple and visible underneath the mass of red skin. As time goes on electricity begins to form, his jaw grows loose as the Spectrum of green slowly forms larger and larger until finally, his mouth can no longer contain the Demonic power, released in a single devastating wave that leaves in its wake a craterous line underneath its beam.
Daimao:
His body extends and elongates, the muscle that once stretched across his entire body thinning out in long tendrils as he forms a far more lean physique. With this new form, he gains in size, now standing at Fourteen Feet in height as opposed to his original Eight. The horns that crowned bend down and spiral into a goat-like shape, his face twists and contorts at odd angles as excess bone wastes away leaving in its place a strange creature that only the bowels of the Demon Realm could conjure up. His skin doesn't look anything like the sort, appearing more to be made of sickened black tendrils that wrap and curve around his skin festering like a blight upon his own body. Most of what he had before leaves, his opalescent scales now overturned and taken by the trails of tendrils, his leathery skin now feels dark and menacing to the touch and his garnet red eyes shift and morph into long streaks of gold shifting in the empty eye sockets. His legs drape down and extend, flesh pulled and dragged, looking more stretched than it is coiled by tendrils, ending with Hoofed feet at the end.
His voice even shifts, from the booming Baritone cockle that once plagued him a now dark and foreboding voice speaks with an echo, the words hovering and staying in the wind for a few seconds, slowly growing dimmer as he speaks before finally dissipating along with the wind. It is rather annoying and overall this is a form he doesn't like using all too often.
Demonic Custom Modification - Covetous Call
(Okay totally honest, Dunno if I am allowed to modify it. It's still the same really, just flavoured differently for this form. DON'T LYNCH ME IF I AM WRONG I DUNNO WHAT I AM DOING!)
Where his horns reach their Zenith a single spherical shape form, Demonic Energy filling it to its brim as Dark forms whip and stir through. The Cackles of Demons born of Sin echo through it, the covetous call edging Dantalion onwards as they are given the chance to give voice to themselves in a single breathtaking strike the ball shapes of Banshees and ghosts from beyond can morph and appear. If one looks for too long their loved ones can become manifest, cooing those who see the attack into its warm embrace of pain and hopeful death.
Shapeshift:
His skin shifts and mould, long strips of leather forming and coiling around. Where the leather comes from? His very skin, strides of the skin roll down, simply access from the transformation. Two trails of vellum roll from his eyes, Ancient long forgotten runes emblazoned along the strips. His sword twists, the bone turning to paper with a strange rune left made of silver bone. His hood forms with nothing but darkness, blue wisping lights formed inside, nothing else but an abyss blanketing his face. Though if one dared to touch his face, they could feel the curvature, simply invisible with soft features and no different from an Earthlings. Chains hover around him in the air, tightly gripped to his clothlike skin yet not weighed down by the force of gravity. In this form, he stacks up as no more than five foot tall.
Demonic Custom Modification - Oracle's Guise
From behind him small ball forms, no larger than a fist sits stagnant in the air before releasing a volley of fury, a long stretch of purple bolts flying and whizzing through the air and striking for a hundred shots, yet with this strange and foreign form they are stagnant, forced to fire at that same location without benefitnit of of movement.
Items:
His skin shifts and mould, long strips of leather forming and coiling around. Where the leather comes from? His very skin, strides of the skin roll down, simply access from the transformation. Two trails of vellum roll from his eyes, Ancient long forgotten runes emblazoned along the strips. His sword twists, the bone turning to paper with a strange rune left made of silver bone. His hood forms with nothing but darkness, blue wisping lights formed inside, nothing else but an abyss blanketing his face. Though if one dared to touch his face, they could feel the curvature, simply invisible with soft features and no different from an Earthlings. Chains hover around him in the air, tightly gripped to his clothlike skin yet not weighed down by the force of gravity. In this form, he stacks up as no more than five foot tall.
Demonic Custom Modification - Oracle's Guise
From behind him small ball forms, no larger than a fist sits stagnant in the air before releasing a volley of fury, a long stretch of purple bolts flying and whizzing through the air and striking for a hundred shots, yet with this strange and foreign form they are stagnant, forced to fire at that same location without benefitnit of of movement.
Items:
Dantalion Sword
Daimao Spear
One-Use Pod