Post by Siral on Jun 6, 2008 20:24:50 GMT -5
Name: Nicholas D. Black (The voice called him Siral, "Demon son")
Age: 17
Race: Half Demon (father), Half human (mother)
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance
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Human
He has dark red hair, more like maroon, and deep maroon eyes, that many believe to be brown. He usually has a thoughtful face on, and always tries to smile no matter what the situation. But his face has a way of being more used to frowns, so whenever he smiles, his face doesn't seem right even if he means it. He is not too short and not too tall, standing at about 5'8.
His eyes are always twinkling at some secret joke, and although he is part demon, he has his mothers looks the most. He likes to wear stuff that is dark, and some of it is foreign to his country, with a cape and an ancient belt made of solid silver.
His Demon half
His full demon half only comes out at rare times, like when he feels rage or anger. At those times, he retains his face, but on it appears two red slashes, almost like stripes, horizontally across both cheeks. And his eyes turn a deep fiery red, as does his hair. His fists seem to flow with energy, and from his back sprouts two wings. They are smaller than normal wings of demons, ( the black, leather like ones), and so he cant fly with them, but rather uses them to fight with, to gain momentum and height, and he can also use them to glide, although it tires him terribly afterward.
When he is only slightly agitated or mad, his ears tend to get more defined, more pointed. But no humans can notice it; only they with demon, or angel, blood can see them. He tries not to let this side of him get out, but sometimes...It gets the better of him.
Personality: He has his mothers cheery attitude toward life in general. He tries to smile at everything, but his smile seems forced rather than natural, even if he is smiling from the heart. He doesn't approve of killing, and he believes there to be a good side of everyone. He also doesn't like the demon side of his, and tries to avoid it at all costs, but he knows that it gets ahold of him when he is asleep (see history).
He loves his mother dearly, and would do anything for her. He likes to explore, which has gotten him in trouble a few times in the past. He is a stick to the rules person, trying to be a model for his mother; although, thanks to his fathers contribution at birth, his demon half makes it difficult to be so, if only because he has to be careful to control his emotions and such.
Weapons: He likes to play with bows and arrows, and although he hasn't actually killed anyone with them (at least not that his human mind can remember), he loves to practice with them. He also has a dagger hidden in his boot, a present from his mother for safety.
Abilities:He has the ability to control an already burning fire. He cannot create them, like his father, but he can control it to a certain extent. He also created (unknown to his knowledge) a little fire wolf, made of flames, that one day appeared in his house. He can make it go away, but the problem he has is that he cant make it stay away. And he really wants it to.
History: Nicholas D. Black was brought up with just his mother in a small one room apartment. He thought himself as normal as any boy living with a single parent, but at the age of eight he began to think diferently. One day, when his mother had grounded him for not doing what she said, he had thrown a tantrum. And the minute he had yelled loud, and cried- the stove broke out in flames. The mother blamed it on a faulty gas line, and back then, the boy had no reason to disbelieve her. But less than a week later another little "fault" occured.
A fire started with the fireplace at it's center, the gas line aparently having another break in it. But that got the boy suspicious. Even at eight years of age, he began to believe that something was amiss. When he was ten, he had gotten mad at his mother and ran off screaming into his room where he discovered his ears to be pointy and longer. He had run out yelling bloody murder, but his mother assured him there was nothing wrong with his ears; they were the same size as they always were.
By then, he had been told of the night his mother fell in love with his father. It was a one night thing, and only one night of fun, and she didnt regret one bit of it. Especially not Nicholas. By then he knew something was wrong with him. But he kept his mouth shut and never said anything, afraid to be a disappointment to his mother. But one day at school, he had been teased and bullied about not having a father. All he could remember after that was the blind rage, and the red curtain that decended across his line of vision before he remembered no more. He was told that he had walked home as usual, and when the bullies parents called the school to ask if their kids were there, the missing bullies were found bruised, bruned and unconcious in the back of the school. No one figured out who done it, and the kids themselves didnt remember a thing. But Nicholas remembered them cornering him back there before he didnt remember a thing.
That night, he recieved a phone call. It was a man's voice, one he'd never heard before, and he was tempted to hang up, but then the voice talked on, and the boy found himself drawn in. It was then that he was told of his heritage, and who his father really was, and what he was. At ten, he tended to think it all a game, and played along. But as the years pasted, and he grew older, he began to realize that all the things the voice had said were true. He never found out who the voice was, and neither did he ask. It wasnt for him to ask; if he was to be told, then he would be. And the voice never called him by his name, only by the name of "Siral".
At fifteen, he had already been told all the knowledge a demon's son should know of. The voice never called back after that. But when he was sixteen, he had stuck his hand into the fire, curious to see if it'd hurt if he could control it, and sure enough it didnt, but when he pulled it out, the fire wolf came with it. It was smaller than a wolf, more like small dog, but with wolf figures.
He had never gotten rid of it, and still tries to. His mother never found out who she was with the day she became pregnant with Nicholas, and she remains ignorant to this day of what her son is. And he tries to make it easy on her, because shemust never know. He knew that she couldnt take it if she did.
So he left the house, leaving a note that he would be gone for a few months, and he called reguarly. But he never returned. To this day, he still calls and checks up on her, and he still loves her, but he knows that that life is over with. He had to move on. And so was born Siral.
Weakness: Once, a liquid was splashed on him by accidnet by a fellow bystander when everyone was rushing down the street. It had burned Siral, and caused him extreme pain. He couldnt figure out what it was, and still doesnt know (holy water). Also, he cant stand the cold for long. It tends to tire him out quickly and makes him slower than normal.
Age: 17
Race: Half Demon (father), Half human (mother)
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance
img146.imageshack.us/img146/9714/kyoib9.jpg
Human
He has dark red hair, more like maroon, and deep maroon eyes, that many believe to be brown. He usually has a thoughtful face on, and always tries to smile no matter what the situation. But his face has a way of being more used to frowns, so whenever he smiles, his face doesn't seem right even if he means it. He is not too short and not too tall, standing at about 5'8.
His eyes are always twinkling at some secret joke, and although he is part demon, he has his mothers looks the most. He likes to wear stuff that is dark, and some of it is foreign to his country, with a cape and an ancient belt made of solid silver.
His Demon half
His full demon half only comes out at rare times, like when he feels rage or anger. At those times, he retains his face, but on it appears two red slashes, almost like stripes, horizontally across both cheeks. And his eyes turn a deep fiery red, as does his hair. His fists seem to flow with energy, and from his back sprouts two wings. They are smaller than normal wings of demons, ( the black, leather like ones), and so he cant fly with them, but rather uses them to fight with, to gain momentum and height, and he can also use them to glide, although it tires him terribly afterward.
When he is only slightly agitated or mad, his ears tend to get more defined, more pointed. But no humans can notice it; only they with demon, or angel, blood can see them. He tries not to let this side of him get out, but sometimes...It gets the better of him.
Personality: He has his mothers cheery attitude toward life in general. He tries to smile at everything, but his smile seems forced rather than natural, even if he is smiling from the heart. He doesn't approve of killing, and he believes there to be a good side of everyone. He also doesn't like the demon side of his, and tries to avoid it at all costs, but he knows that it gets ahold of him when he is asleep (see history).
He loves his mother dearly, and would do anything for her. He likes to explore, which has gotten him in trouble a few times in the past. He is a stick to the rules person, trying to be a model for his mother; although, thanks to his fathers contribution at birth, his demon half makes it difficult to be so, if only because he has to be careful to control his emotions and such.
Weapons: He likes to play with bows and arrows, and although he hasn't actually killed anyone with them (at least not that his human mind can remember), he loves to practice with them. He also has a dagger hidden in his boot, a present from his mother for safety.
Abilities:He has the ability to control an already burning fire. He cannot create them, like his father, but he can control it to a certain extent. He also created (unknown to his knowledge) a little fire wolf, made of flames, that one day appeared in his house. He can make it go away, but the problem he has is that he cant make it stay away. And he really wants it to.
History: Nicholas D. Black was brought up with just his mother in a small one room apartment. He thought himself as normal as any boy living with a single parent, but at the age of eight he began to think diferently. One day, when his mother had grounded him for not doing what she said, he had thrown a tantrum. And the minute he had yelled loud, and cried- the stove broke out in flames. The mother blamed it on a faulty gas line, and back then, the boy had no reason to disbelieve her. But less than a week later another little "fault" occured.
A fire started with the fireplace at it's center, the gas line aparently having another break in it. But that got the boy suspicious. Even at eight years of age, he began to believe that something was amiss. When he was ten, he had gotten mad at his mother and ran off screaming into his room where he discovered his ears to be pointy and longer. He had run out yelling bloody murder, but his mother assured him there was nothing wrong with his ears; they were the same size as they always were.
By then, he had been told of the night his mother fell in love with his father. It was a one night thing, and only one night of fun, and she didnt regret one bit of it. Especially not Nicholas. By then he knew something was wrong with him. But he kept his mouth shut and never said anything, afraid to be a disappointment to his mother. But one day at school, he had been teased and bullied about not having a father. All he could remember after that was the blind rage, and the red curtain that decended across his line of vision before he remembered no more. He was told that he had walked home as usual, and when the bullies parents called the school to ask if their kids were there, the missing bullies were found bruised, bruned and unconcious in the back of the school. No one figured out who done it, and the kids themselves didnt remember a thing. But Nicholas remembered them cornering him back there before he didnt remember a thing.
That night, he recieved a phone call. It was a man's voice, one he'd never heard before, and he was tempted to hang up, but then the voice talked on, and the boy found himself drawn in. It was then that he was told of his heritage, and who his father really was, and what he was. At ten, he tended to think it all a game, and played along. But as the years pasted, and he grew older, he began to realize that all the things the voice had said were true. He never found out who the voice was, and neither did he ask. It wasnt for him to ask; if he was to be told, then he would be. And the voice never called him by his name, only by the name of "Siral".
At fifteen, he had already been told all the knowledge a demon's son should know of. The voice never called back after that. But when he was sixteen, he had stuck his hand into the fire, curious to see if it'd hurt if he could control it, and sure enough it didnt, but when he pulled it out, the fire wolf came with it. It was smaller than a wolf, more like small dog, but with wolf figures.
He had never gotten rid of it, and still tries to. His mother never found out who she was with the day she became pregnant with Nicholas, and she remains ignorant to this day of what her son is. And he tries to make it easy on her, because shemust never know. He knew that she couldnt take it if she did.
So he left the house, leaving a note that he would be gone for a few months, and he called reguarly. But he never returned. To this day, he still calls and checks up on her, and he still loves her, but he knows that that life is over with. He had to move on. And so was born Siral.
Weakness: Once, a liquid was splashed on him by accidnet by a fellow bystander when everyone was rushing down the street. It had burned Siral, and caused him extreme pain. He couldnt figure out what it was, and still doesnt know (holy water). Also, he cant stand the cold for long. It tends to tire him out quickly and makes him slower than normal.