Post by Dantalion on Aug 29, 2017 6:11:48 GMT
Name:
Abyzou
Species:
Demon in a Book
Gender:
Male
Age:
These Folio's were first published over three thousand years ago by an... Innovative Makai, creating the folio's to write down and record accurate information. His name has been lost to time as is the longevity of these books. This book however, was made three years ago , however the Demon locked inside is recounted in the books chapters to be of at least a hundred before being imprisoned.
Book's Appearance:
By all cases, a normal looking a book as one could find, not covered in the ancient text, no mystical skin from a flayed baby preserved to make its shell and the parchment was made of only the finest vellum to hold each of its innumerable pages. Chains and other decorations adorn the thing, engraved on the side a long since buried language no doubt to keep the publisher and manifesters of these books hidden from prying eyes. At the half way point of the book, a large lock and key swings idly to keep the thing from bouncing randomly as it feeds the book magic juices to keep the thing placated.
History: This thing has no real history, its pages engorged with demonic realm knowledge since it was all it consumed for three years. It holds a little bit of information on the outside world and these books, in particular, do not need a pen to paper to record knowledge, a few ways can be found. If requested and agreed given knowledge can be stored by simply writing their name in the book. In the Demon Realm in certain parts, this is considered a great gift since given names of higher demons tend to be a staunchly kept secret. Another way to record given knowledge is to drop a single drop of blood tainted with the knowledge to inform the book of knowledge, though it is limited to whatever you put into it. And finally, these books can garner knowledge of the worlds by simply pulling from another book of similar magic origin and feeding it to another, in turn, gaining what another loses.
Demon Appearance:
A tiny little brat of a thing no larger than the palm of the hand. His skin is made of stitched parchment, the visibility of written word leaving jagged mountains against his makeshift flesh. His feet are coiled and tied to short stretch of rusted chains that leads to a somehow darker rusted Lantern which illuminates a shade of white almost translucent white. Gripped in its grimy paws it holds a scythe as the final attachment it had to its former life as a brat of Death, going to old people houses and toying with them night and day, standing at their doorstep to mess with the buggers.
Finally its face, a random stretch of stitches shaggily sewn into his face. tow dyed pieces of paper with haunting hues harmlessly hovering to indicate direction and a wispy piece of barely tied shredded paper to make for a fine hairdo.
History: Its history is barely known, though this little Imp is what caused the stereotype of mischievous demons. Or at the very least, perpetuates the myth. His domain was death and he loved every minute, he never participated in murder but he did find it quite enjoyable to stand at a frail old grannies doorstep to bring fear of death. If they answered his summons, smile in face and willing and happy to die, than laughter was all that was met ridiculed and left to rot, blessed by his scythe to live a hundred more. And if they cowered and hid in their house or tried to run, than he would block them at every escape, until he either grew bored or they died of starvation and attrition. All in all, a rather pleasant life.
But with prolonged existence came faults and mistakes and the biggest he made, was messing with an ancient Makai. the Makai had been known as Venerable Vanth and his position was never really made apparent. The mischievous brat came a knocking on his door, a gleeful smile and eyes widened with malice intent as for three days the Demon waited, not a peep heard, not a boil of kettle or even the beat of a heart. By day three, his joy had just about ran out, his features twisted and coiled into rage before finally the echoing squeak of the door hinged open. His lips peeled open, only for his body to be clutched by spindled webs and ancient fingers.
The rest, was a blur. A fleeting of movement, a rush of air and his very body being drained and sucked into a lantern before finally finding his fate to be sealed. He let out an accursed scream that fell on deaf ears, his body enticed and encased betwixt pages of coarse vellum and soft paper and left for half a year to rot before finally ebing sold off as property to a rather enterprising Demon of sin. Something he spat on being of a higher eschilon. And mistook him for a fool. For the first year he tried to manipulate, than the next pleading and wishing for only his freedom before finally submitting to the lower caste demon and becoming in his own words. "Bottom Bitch."
Techniques:
Offensive
Support
Flight [UT]: You have a method of taking to the sky allowing you to take your fights to even greater heights!
Black Gossip [UT]: A form of telepathy, the book reads in the owner's mind, leaving them to do other things and practices. In short, the book reads for you without prying ears to hear what it reads aloud.
Energy Suppression [UT1]: You are capable of suppressing your power in order to better hide yourself from the gaze of those with Energy Sensing or those utilizing a Scouter, so long as you are not making use of powerful techniques(anything that would consume KP in a KP Battle) you can lower your ki signature to surprise your foes with your real power, or attempt to hide your energy at ambient planetary levels. This technique uses 0 KP in a KP Battle
Abyzou
Species:
Demon in a Book
Gender:
Male
Age:
These Folio's were first published over three thousand years ago by an... Innovative Makai, creating the folio's to write down and record accurate information. His name has been lost to time as is the longevity of these books. This book however, was made three years ago , however the Demon locked inside is recounted in the books chapters to be of at least a hundred before being imprisoned.
Book's Appearance:
By all cases, a normal looking a book as one could find, not covered in the ancient text, no mystical skin from a flayed baby preserved to make its shell and the parchment was made of only the finest vellum to hold each of its innumerable pages. Chains and other decorations adorn the thing, engraved on the side a long since buried language no doubt to keep the publisher and manifesters of these books hidden from prying eyes. At the half way point of the book, a large lock and key swings idly to keep the thing from bouncing randomly as it feeds the book magic juices to keep the thing placated.
History: This thing has no real history, its pages engorged with demonic realm knowledge since it was all it consumed for three years. It holds a little bit of information on the outside world and these books, in particular, do not need a pen to paper to record knowledge, a few ways can be found. If requested and agreed given knowledge can be stored by simply writing their name in the book. In the Demon Realm in certain parts, this is considered a great gift since given names of higher demons tend to be a staunchly kept secret. Another way to record given knowledge is to drop a single drop of blood tainted with the knowledge to inform the book of knowledge, though it is limited to whatever you put into it. And finally, these books can garner knowledge of the worlds by simply pulling from another book of similar magic origin and feeding it to another, in turn, gaining what another loses.
Demon Appearance:
A tiny little brat of a thing no larger than the palm of the hand. His skin is made of stitched parchment, the visibility of written word leaving jagged mountains against his makeshift flesh. His feet are coiled and tied to short stretch of rusted chains that leads to a somehow darker rusted Lantern which illuminates a shade of white almost translucent white. Gripped in its grimy paws it holds a scythe as the final attachment it had to its former life as a brat of Death, going to old people houses and toying with them night and day, standing at their doorstep to mess with the buggers.
Finally its face, a random stretch of stitches shaggily sewn into his face. tow dyed pieces of paper with haunting hues harmlessly hovering to indicate direction and a wispy piece of barely tied shredded paper to make for a fine hairdo.
History: Its history is barely known, though this little Imp is what caused the stereotype of mischievous demons. Or at the very least, perpetuates the myth. His domain was death and he loved every minute, he never participated in murder but he did find it quite enjoyable to stand at a frail old grannies doorstep to bring fear of death. If they answered his summons, smile in face and willing and happy to die, than laughter was all that was met ridiculed and left to rot, blessed by his scythe to live a hundred more. And if they cowered and hid in their house or tried to run, than he would block them at every escape, until he either grew bored or they died of starvation and attrition. All in all, a rather pleasant life.
But with prolonged existence came faults and mistakes and the biggest he made, was messing with an ancient Makai. the Makai had been known as Venerable Vanth and his position was never really made apparent. The mischievous brat came a knocking on his door, a gleeful smile and eyes widened with malice intent as for three days the Demon waited, not a peep heard, not a boil of kettle or even the beat of a heart. By day three, his joy had just about ran out, his features twisted and coiled into rage before finally the echoing squeak of the door hinged open. His lips peeled open, only for his body to be clutched by spindled webs and ancient fingers.
The rest, was a blur. A fleeting of movement, a rush of air and his very body being drained and sucked into a lantern before finally finding his fate to be sealed. He let out an accursed scream that fell on deaf ears, his body enticed and encased betwixt pages of coarse vellum and soft paper and left for half a year to rot before finally ebing sold off as property to a rather enterprising Demon of sin. Something he spat on being of a higher eschilon. And mistook him for a fool. For the first year he tried to manipulate, than the next pleading and wishing for only his freedom before finally submitting to the lower caste demon and becoming in his own words. "Bottom Bitch."
Techniques:
Offensive
Support
Flight [UT]: You have a method of taking to the sky allowing you to take your fights to even greater heights!
Black Gossip [UT]: A form of telepathy, the book reads in the owner's mind, leaving them to do other things and practices. In short, the book reads for you without prying ears to hear what it reads aloud.
Energy Suppression [UT1]: You are capable of suppressing your power in order to better hide yourself from the gaze of those with Energy Sensing or those utilizing a Scouter, so long as you are not making use of powerful techniques(anything that would consume KP in a KP Battle) you can lower your ki signature to surprise your foes with your real power, or attempt to hide your energy at ambient planetary levels. This technique uses 0 KP in a KP Battle
