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Post by Dantalion on May 20, 2017 13:55:53 GMT
AGE THREE • DEMON • MALE
THE LAST LEDGER • THE DEADLINE • THE FINE PRINT"Let me tell you something. There's no nobility in poverty. I've been a rich man and I've been a poor man. And I choose rich every god damn time." - Jordan Belfort, THE WOLF OF WALL STREET |
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Post by Dantalion on May 20, 2017 14:03:59 GMT
Appearance • TransformationAppearance: 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.Demonic Custom - Sinner's Cannon 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.
Demonic Custom Modification - Covetous Call 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.
Shape-shifted: His jutted jaw contracts and twists, the marble sheen twisting as the skin from his neck rolls quite literally up his body slowly morphing and folding to the newly formed contours of his face. The hollow slits manifest a clear boil and bubble as the garnet eyes fizzle and flake into the full-fledged deal, his pupils a dull shade of green. He is not used to eyes and often strikes him with pain as he never had a need to blink, his eyes watering red from the pain. The form takes its toll, his skin turned old and frail as he forms large bushy brows and his lips thin and dry, while laid bare are his teeth mandible in shape and make daggers points seem like a dull butter knife. He lacks clothing, yet they manifest, his excess skin making up for what he lacks, a long flowing robe made of his very skin in dark shades of brown and red. If one were to touch it they could feel the pulse, his blood and heart rate running through the fine fabric though never noticed from mere sight alone.
Demonic Custom - Oracle's Guise Purple Ki forms at little distance above his cranium, the shape of a ball forming, 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 unmoved, forced to fire at that same location without benefit, not of movement. |
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Post by Dantalion on May 20, 2017 14:06:07 GMT
• 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.
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Post by Dantalion on May 20, 2017 14:08:27 GMT
Techniques
OffensiveNuclear Bazooka [SPC] Dependent on Current Transformation. All really the same basic function. Just different Flavour. Demon Power - Demons begin with a Special [SPC] Technique that is usable once per thread that does not take up a Special slot, this technique charges at a rate of 100% to a maximum of 300% and additionally increases the user's transformation modifier by +x5, this technique costs 3 KP to use.
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.
Paper Line-Up
Paper Plane [N1]: The simplest of all attacks, he holds a hand up and forms from it a single sheet of paper, which bends and twists into the shape of some toy a child would play with to aggravate their teacher. But this is an attack thus if you were to throw this at your teacher, a small tear would be formed in their skin upon impact, the longer the impact is left, the deeper the cavity forms until it finally disintegrates from reality.
Paper Jet [UP2]: The same as a plane, only that little bit faster and triple in numbers, forming a small airstrike in a sense that rushes in for one opponent. Othe than that, it has a little bit more speed and forces behind it over its older brother who sacrifices the force for the capacity to move straight through what stands in his way. Other than this, there are few differences between this and its earliest brother.
Paper Bomber [V2]: The slightly older brother, this thing flies at far better speeds to the point where it runs at you with extreme malice. You cannot dodge only block its oncoming onslaught. [Homing]
Paper Squadron [MP3]: A full force that can no longer properly develop in his hand as a group and fly in a constant stream. His arm elongates, his palm opens as his fingers stick out and the little cutters swarm fourth towards whatever it is he points to with as much force as he can muster without putting any real demonic juices into the thing. This is the maximum capacity and it doesn't get any more powerful than this.
Paper Aerial Strike [UV3]: The last altercation, it forms with as many as a Squadron but doesn't merely follow a single direction. It has autonomy, it moves, it rushes and will follow you till the ends of the earth if it has to kill and decimate its opponent. [Homing]/spoiler]
Support Magical Regeneration [UT] 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.
Flight [UT] 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 unpleasant experience. For either himself or any poor onlookers.
Magic Materialization [UT]: The ability to conjure and create from imagination at will, few things are out of reach with this power, though he misses the great potential, creating trivial works of paper over the ludicrous manifestations of swords or cannons that some are far more inclined to manifesting. Though that is not to say it is out of his range, merely not something that interests the puncher of words. The creations are only equal to the current power level of the creator.
Dimensional Pocket [UT]: A rather obtuse manoeuvre, this one is more or less for storage purposes more than actually catching his foes. He runs his finger through the air, demonic energy pressed at the tip of his finger as he runs down, tearing the fabric of reality to allow him access to his own personal domain of knick-knacks and storage. Everything left in there is in a state of stasis but usage on creatures with sentence tends to be a far more trying matter, able to break through the rift with substantial effort or will, most creatures with a higher degree of thinking escape, whilst those of a lesser nature such as animals as long as left with feed tend to not struggle as much.
Dark Whisper [UT1]
The basic form of Telepathy allows the user to communicate with those they are familiar with across the planet they are currently on via mental transmission, this can be blocked out by those who do not want to hear the user if the effort to block them out is put forth. This technique uses 0 KP in a KP Battle.
Black Gossip [UT2]
The limits on the range of your telepathy are significantly lessened allowing you to communicate with anyone you are familiar with on the same plane of existence as yourself (Living World, Otherworld, Demon Realm) This technique uses 0 KP in a KP Battle.
Four-Witches Technique [UT1]
Through some method you are capable of producing two additional arms(or arm-like appendages!) that sprout from your back, these limbs provide no extra power in and of themselves but to provide you with extra fists to punch your opponent and extra hands for grappling AND punching. This technique uses 0 KP in a KP Battle
Six-Witches Technique [UT2]
Through some method you are capable of producing four additional arms(or arm-like appendages) that sprout from your back, these limbs provide no extra power in and of themselves but to provide you with extra fists to punch your opponent and extra hands for grappling AND punching. This technique uses 0 KP in a KP Battle
Demon Seal [UT1]
His body becomes burdened by ancient Seals of times long since the past slowly weaken and burden his body in what the common man might call holy powers, he prefers to call a pain in his ass to conjure.
Demon Control [UT2]
Though far more articulate matters of the arcane, he places lesser known symbols across his body, writing unknown to most common man and even most demons who never bothered to visit his lands. These symbols, whilst similar to the ones prior serve more to control his power level, rather than drop it down to next to nothing levels.
Demon Output [UT3]
A single rune this time. Not one of ancient intricacies but instead a single rune that opens up a portal to the Demon Realm, suckling on its Demonic Influence and using it to intimidate his foes, however, he is unable to keep it contained fully, and the rune quickly shutters and ruptures from the output of the Demon Realms forces. |
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