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Knyte - Avarice - 01-06-2018
Character's Name: Knyte (night)
Nicknames: He was once called "Spookums". The man who called him this blinded himself by clawing out his own eyes and does nothing but scream about purple fires and imps from another world.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Demon (Terror)
Abilities: This depends on which aspect you inquire about. As a Terror Demon, he'd have his fear-inducing gaze or maddening song. you might even be referring to his unnatural poses used to scare animals. Though if you wish to know about his necromancy that's another subject. He is skilled in raising animals you could pick up in either hand. This includes rats, snakes, chickens, small simple creatures.
Abilities (Updated): Knyte has developed the technique to shapeshift between his basic form, and that of a large black raven. Other notable abilities to have been trained seems to be a magic based dominance over lightning. his necromancy has developed further to possess domestic creatures as well as some more difficult reptiles.
Weapon Proficiency: Knyte has gained mastery over weilding a scythe and utilizing chains. His weapon of choice however is a scythe made of deceased animal's sturdy bones, with the blade being made from steel. His scythe is known as Witherfang, or at least that's what the locals call it. They claim it had the abilities to sap the life from those with wounds inflicted by it.
Appearance: Let's begin with his most distinguishing features. Possibly his raven black hair, with locks long enough to reach the back of his neck. Perhaps his caramel like skin, interesting: a demon with darker skin, much unlike any mainstream concept of a demon in one such world. Mayhaps his tail, swaying gently or lashing fiercely at a length of 3 ft. or 91.44 cm. Don't bother asking why it starts black and ends with a violet heart shape tip, even he doesn't know and might take offense to its mentioning. Finally would be his eyes, like amethyst gems stolen from below the earth. They tend to be in a droopy like state as if he just got up. They only widen when staring at things of value or if using one of his abilities. Some even claim they tend to "sparkle" in the moonlight. Standing at about 5' 8" or 172.72 cm, he often keeps himself hidden in a dark cloak and cowl.
Personality: (*hums cult of personality*) This is purely based on how he perceives his day. Most days, however, he would be quite shy. He has a hard time dealing with new individuals and/or places and prefers to stay within his usual haunts. On rarer occasions, he would become a sour individual who would probably be the cause of another's misfortune rather than caring about the other having misfortune in the first place. As a universal rule, he could be easily won over with sweets and is easily enticed by the chances for a gamble. He could often be described as a greedy individual if he saw something of worth to him.
History: No one exactly knows where he came from, or why he set out to become the world's most powerful necromancer or control the very storms. There isn't much explanation as to why he hates water either, some say it was a past life debacle with the sea, others claim he fell in love as a demon and wished to bring back his lover. There is even conspiracy that he was born from a child's fear. But only one of these are right in the end, that being the second speculation. He lost his lover, a woman living near the sea, to the waves after a massive storm. fueled by grief he set out for a way to restore her, and to prevent another tragedy of the like. he studies these types of magic religiously. or he would if he had a way of learning that is.
Roleplay Sample: It was a cry like no other, the gale's howl pierced the afternoon skies. Thunder boomed and lightning danced to its music like ballerinas being trailed by their ribbons. The rain pierced the sky like daggers from an unspoken war while the waves met the cliffside with fury much like a whip hitting someone's backside. on this cliff that stood for thousands of years was a small home, inside was a woman frantically rushing to collect some valuables before she made her escape from the home. Rushing to meet her was her lover, disturbing enough was her Demon Lover. He spurred his steed yelling, "Faster! Faster, Serin! We need to reach her!" The horse picked up her pace and hurried as fast as she could to the homestead. They were nearly there, in fact, heading right to their target with the woman rushing out to meet them. As the woman neared her lover, a gale howled so loudly and sprayed rain like spittle the woman staggered and covered her face. In this moment of confusion, the ground shook, being struck by a powerful bolt of lightning. The cliffside split from the mainland and splintered on itself. cliff, lover, valuables, the home... All of it, cascading into the sea in broken shambles. The demon fell to his knees as the storm finally let up. He stared down into the violent maw that was the sea, with anger, disbelief, sorrow, and many more mixed emotions. His heart couldn't take the distress... When he opened his mouth to say something, perhaps to pray... It was a cry like no other.
RE: Knyte - Kila - 01-06-2018
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