Plague
05-23-06, 07:58 PM
Thanks again Redeemer.
Exp : 3,120
Gold : 335
Name: Plague
Race: Incubus
Class: Sex Demon
Age: Ageless
Height: 6'3
Weight: 150 lbs
Appearance: The appearance of the sex demon is many. He can range his face in many different shapes. It all depends on the person he is trying to seduce. The demon can be anything the person want’s him to be. His hair cane turn from the shade of black to red(Black, Brown, Blonde, Red). His eye colour is just the same. It varies depending on what the person wants.
His body always stays the same. It is thin and well toned. Some would say that it looks almost godly. That is just part of his power of a sex demon. He is able to take on any form he wishes. His skin is a lightly tanned tone. His skin looks like it was kissed by the sun and ignored by the power of the moon.
Along the demon's forearms long icy white scars linger over his white flesh. These are the markings from a most blissful past. The Corone Succubi felt this horrid mark upon him as a sign of malevolence and lust for their kind.
Through a purge of evolution, Plague now dawn's two new wings. Though, this has been a painful process, while hunting a young female named Sheela Portas a surge of unbelievable pain rushed through the demon's back and two long winged bones came forth from the demon's body.
Scared and beaten from this evolution, the demon's wings have now healed over. A thin lair of crimson tinted skin now covers the flesh to make the incubus look more demonic than before.
Personality: The demon sticks to his basic personality. He can be very blunt if he wants something, and is willing to do anything to get it. Sadly, the demon feels no sadness, it is a curse. He can never love nor hate. A majority of the time, his personality is neutral. He doesn’t care what people do, he just uses them to his own personal gain.
The sex demon is willing to talk to anyone, but if someone is foolish enough to cross the demon the wrong way, he would make it his own person business to make it the last thing that they ever did. He would use any person close to the person who screwed him over to the full extent of his powers of seduction.
Through his travels, Plague has learned the feeling of guilt. He has began to question his actions as a sexual killer, and feel sorrow for his actions towards humans. But, when confronted with fear or something new to the demon, a vast majority of the time, Plague seems to attack the creature verbally before even giving the creature a chance to state their case to him.
Equipment
Claws and Fangs : The demon has no use for weapons. He uses his body to get what he wants from everyone around him. But, should he feel the need to enter a battle or fight anyone in his path, he is only armed with the features he was created with. Within his hands lay five long claws. They draw out from his finger nails and come out to long point. The length of them is seven inches. Of course being born with these natural weapons, they possess only the strength of bone and are made out of the same substance.
If he should feel the need to bite someone, he uses his fangs which are embedded within his mouth, they are just small about four inches in length and are just made to pierce flesh of any kind.
Now, it would seem that some would of that that an incubus would have no need for such a weapon as the one Plague has taken upon himself. But, this was just sweet emotion and obsession once the demon's eye had fallen upon his beauty. In the hut of one of his victums; Plague found his perfect weapon, this was Lust.
Update : Upon an adventure in the lands of Salvar, Plague used two small stones that he found on the ground to castrate a young male before killing him. They seemed to be calling him in such a way that Lust never could. It would seem that perhaps, Plague was ready to move on from his cold mistress, and get ready for a little group again with Castrator at his side.
Skills
Shape Change : Being a sex demon, he must be able to become the perfect form of whomever peeks his interest. But there is a little draw back, he can only shape change for one person at a time. He can not project multi images of himself. He is made for the person he wishes to kill or just use for his own will. Everyone else is pretty much obvious to his place within their area of being.
Seduce : Being a sex demon, he must have ways of bending people to his will. He uses his body and anything else for that matter to get them to do his bidding. He will become the pet’s perfect idea of what the person partner should be. He doesn’t care who male or female, he will become their ultimate verison of perfection. Plague has found how to use his powers of seduction to his personal motive. Plague is now able to make his on lookers be so consumed by his beauty, that his victum can not see or care about anything else but the demon for two posts.
Demon Blood : Through Plague's evolution(so to speak) something has happened to the demon's blood. Once his wings came out from his back, Plague had felt an burning pain from his blood that has made him break down many of times. The burning of his blood stings all that comes into contact with it. But, if the demon is cut, his blood will spray out to a maxium of five feet infront of himself and burn anything it comes into contact with up to and including steel. When the blood comes into contact with direct skin, the blood is just the same as acid. Burning the skin to it's core, but will not eat through bone. But, when coming in contact with such things as eyes, it does nothing more, but add a slight blur to one's eyes. When the liquid touches such a thing as metal, steel begins to dull and steem up as if it where to melt, but the blood is not consume the whole blade, just the area's that come into contact with, the blood will burn a whole straight through.
History
Born deep within the heart of Haidia, this young demon did not know what to make of himself. He was born with the standard things most demons would be, the will to survive. These desolate lands which almost no people dared to tread seemed to quiet and unbecoming of the demon. As a young demon, he noticed that his body was in the shade of an adult male. He only knew of the primitive ways of life. He was on his own in this hell known as Haidia and he would keep it that way.
As the years went on, the demon age kept increasing but, he stayed the same. It had been many years since one human had ever dared to enter the strange uncharted lands of Haidia, but one night, while a raid of men came through the lands, the demon was caught off his guard.
He could feel the heart beat of the men, it drew the demon to them. He couldn’t understand why, he just felt this feeling inside that he wanted to make them all suffer. The demon would not stop until he had made them all pay for entering these lands that weren’t their’s to begin with.
Creeping throughout tunnel’s and cave’s, he followed them to their base camp. Now, the demon wasn’t stupid enough to try anything with a whole ralley of men just sitting outside, sitting by the camp fire, listening to stories each had to tell the other, oh no. He would wait until they all went to sleep and then take out the leader of their party.
So, as the night grew longer and longer, the demon waited by a pile of rocks listening to the drunken slurs of the men. At last it seemed that the men had all passed out. How foolish. He thought to himself as he slowly made his way towards the leaders tent.
The sleeping men all looked so innocence to the demon. How he would love to rip their throats and lick the blood from their torn flesh. This would be an amazing feat, if he could pull it off.
He entered a long brown tent. The smell of mead hit the fiend hard in the nose. It was a horrid smell that he wished he could get rid of, but it would just be a few minutes before he would smell the fresh blood on his body.
The tent was lit only by a few candles, as the ancient creature looked around the tent, he saw the young leader laying on his bedroll. His long black hair seemed to flow like the night sky. His skin was soft and looked easy to tear into different pieces.
Slowly, the demon moved closer. He could feel an odd feeling in his head, as he watched a mass of blonde hair start to fall down his head. It was growing without the demon even knowing what was going on.
As the demon drew closer to the man, he could feel his heart starting to beat faster. He wished to make the man suffer. But how? Only time could tell on this.
Slowly, he sat down beside the leader and brushed his soft hand over the man’s face. The leader gave a small sigh and opened his eyes. Quickly he went for his weapon, but the demon put a finger against the leader’s mouth and said, “Shh. I am hear for you.” His voice was soft and inviting.
Slowly, the demon bent down and kissed the man on his lips. It was an horrid taste, that the demon wished he could erase from his memory, but it was impossible. The man looked at the stranger for a moment. Things ran through his head faster and faster, until he put his hand around the back of the demon’s head and drew him in closer and began to kiss him madly.
With each kiss the demon could feel his hatred grow. “You are everything I’ve ever wanted.” Cried the man, he was lost in the moment. That he did not feel the demon’s spiked nail slowly make it’s way up to the frail flesh of his neck.
The demon pulled away playfully and said, “Now, let me please you. For you have pleased me beyond anything I have ever know.” As the man drew in closer for another sweet kiss, the demon sank his fingernails deep into the back of man’s neck. The flesh seemed to tear open like paper.
The demon laughed coldly, as the man rolled around on the ground. “DEMON!” Shouted the man. “An Incubus! You vile fiend.” The man held the back of his neck as crimson red blood poured out the back like water into a goblet.
The demon looked at the man for a moment. Incubus? He thought to himself for a moment as he moved in for the kill.
Slowly, the demon opened his jaws and springed upon the man and began to devour his face. The muffed screams of pain soon dyed down as the demon raised it’s head to the night sky. With blood running down his face, he quickly felt his homeland of Haidia look for other people, be it male or female, to unleash his terrible plague upon them.
He knew he had powers of seduction, but he had only just began to realize the true awesome beauty of it. Through out his time in Althanas, he would learn to use them to become one of the most feared and unmistakable creatures through out all of Althanas.
Plague has seen many things in his travels, and learned a great deal. His price for slaying many in these wintery lands had taken it's toll on the demon. He has found himself in debt to a human, of all the rotten creatures in this planet, he had to be in debt to the kind of which he kills. But, this was no normal human. No, this one could not be swayed but his powers of sexual might, this man named Barthalliumo was something different.
Barthalliumo saved the demon when he was made to kill a crime lord in the town of Hyaside Point. If the human did not turn up at the right moment, Plague would of been done for.
Secondly, Plague has found many people to be assuming for his own intents. Through gaining the trust of humans, Plague has learned to use their foolish trust against them, and make them his puppets, a young woman in the dester of Salvar learned that the hard way. But, this was not a total lost, if it wasn't for this woman, Plague would of never of found his perfect Lust, and how would he ever survive without his Lust?
Now, the demon is more interested in seeking out more of his own kin. His memory of the succubi who left such sweet scars on his body, struck a cord within himself and now his mission is to seek out more like himself and watch them from afar and then make his move for them.
Exp : 3,120
Gold : 335
Name: Plague
Race: Incubus
Class: Sex Demon
Age: Ageless
Height: 6'3
Weight: 150 lbs
Appearance: The appearance of the sex demon is many. He can range his face in many different shapes. It all depends on the person he is trying to seduce. The demon can be anything the person want’s him to be. His hair cane turn from the shade of black to red(Black, Brown, Blonde, Red). His eye colour is just the same. It varies depending on what the person wants.
His body always stays the same. It is thin and well toned. Some would say that it looks almost godly. That is just part of his power of a sex demon. He is able to take on any form he wishes. His skin is a lightly tanned tone. His skin looks like it was kissed by the sun and ignored by the power of the moon.
Along the demon's forearms long icy white scars linger over his white flesh. These are the markings from a most blissful past. The Corone Succubi felt this horrid mark upon him as a sign of malevolence and lust for their kind.
Through a purge of evolution, Plague now dawn's two new wings. Though, this has been a painful process, while hunting a young female named Sheela Portas a surge of unbelievable pain rushed through the demon's back and two long winged bones came forth from the demon's body.
Scared and beaten from this evolution, the demon's wings have now healed over. A thin lair of crimson tinted skin now covers the flesh to make the incubus look more demonic than before.
Personality: The demon sticks to his basic personality. He can be very blunt if he wants something, and is willing to do anything to get it. Sadly, the demon feels no sadness, it is a curse. He can never love nor hate. A majority of the time, his personality is neutral. He doesn’t care what people do, he just uses them to his own personal gain.
The sex demon is willing to talk to anyone, but if someone is foolish enough to cross the demon the wrong way, he would make it his own person business to make it the last thing that they ever did. He would use any person close to the person who screwed him over to the full extent of his powers of seduction.
Through his travels, Plague has learned the feeling of guilt. He has began to question his actions as a sexual killer, and feel sorrow for his actions towards humans. But, when confronted with fear or something new to the demon, a vast majority of the time, Plague seems to attack the creature verbally before even giving the creature a chance to state their case to him.
Equipment
Claws and Fangs : The demon has no use for weapons. He uses his body to get what he wants from everyone around him. But, should he feel the need to enter a battle or fight anyone in his path, he is only armed with the features he was created with. Within his hands lay five long claws. They draw out from his finger nails and come out to long point. The length of them is seven inches. Of course being born with these natural weapons, they possess only the strength of bone and are made out of the same substance.
If he should feel the need to bite someone, he uses his fangs which are embedded within his mouth, they are just small about four inches in length and are just made to pierce flesh of any kind.
Now, it would seem that some would of that that an incubus would have no need for such a weapon as the one Plague has taken upon himself. But, this was just sweet emotion and obsession once the demon's eye had fallen upon his beauty. In the hut of one of his victums; Plague found his perfect weapon, this was Lust.
Update : Upon an adventure in the lands of Salvar, Plague used two small stones that he found on the ground to castrate a young male before killing him. They seemed to be calling him in such a way that Lust never could. It would seem that perhaps, Plague was ready to move on from his cold mistress, and get ready for a little group again with Castrator at his side.
Skills
Shape Change : Being a sex demon, he must be able to become the perfect form of whomever peeks his interest. But there is a little draw back, he can only shape change for one person at a time. He can not project multi images of himself. He is made for the person he wishes to kill or just use for his own will. Everyone else is pretty much obvious to his place within their area of being.
Seduce : Being a sex demon, he must have ways of bending people to his will. He uses his body and anything else for that matter to get them to do his bidding. He will become the pet’s perfect idea of what the person partner should be. He doesn’t care who male or female, he will become their ultimate verison of perfection. Plague has found how to use his powers of seduction to his personal motive. Plague is now able to make his on lookers be so consumed by his beauty, that his victum can not see or care about anything else but the demon for two posts.
Demon Blood : Through Plague's evolution(so to speak) something has happened to the demon's blood. Once his wings came out from his back, Plague had felt an burning pain from his blood that has made him break down many of times. The burning of his blood stings all that comes into contact with it. But, if the demon is cut, his blood will spray out to a maxium of five feet infront of himself and burn anything it comes into contact with up to and including steel. When the blood comes into contact with direct skin, the blood is just the same as acid. Burning the skin to it's core, but will not eat through bone. But, when coming in contact with such things as eyes, it does nothing more, but add a slight blur to one's eyes. When the liquid touches such a thing as metal, steel begins to dull and steem up as if it where to melt, but the blood is not consume the whole blade, just the area's that come into contact with, the blood will burn a whole straight through.
History
Born deep within the heart of Haidia, this young demon did not know what to make of himself. He was born with the standard things most demons would be, the will to survive. These desolate lands which almost no people dared to tread seemed to quiet and unbecoming of the demon. As a young demon, he noticed that his body was in the shade of an adult male. He only knew of the primitive ways of life. He was on his own in this hell known as Haidia and he would keep it that way.
As the years went on, the demon age kept increasing but, he stayed the same. It had been many years since one human had ever dared to enter the strange uncharted lands of Haidia, but one night, while a raid of men came through the lands, the demon was caught off his guard.
He could feel the heart beat of the men, it drew the demon to them. He couldn’t understand why, he just felt this feeling inside that he wanted to make them all suffer. The demon would not stop until he had made them all pay for entering these lands that weren’t their’s to begin with.
Creeping throughout tunnel’s and cave’s, he followed them to their base camp. Now, the demon wasn’t stupid enough to try anything with a whole ralley of men just sitting outside, sitting by the camp fire, listening to stories each had to tell the other, oh no. He would wait until they all went to sleep and then take out the leader of their party.
So, as the night grew longer and longer, the demon waited by a pile of rocks listening to the drunken slurs of the men. At last it seemed that the men had all passed out. How foolish. He thought to himself as he slowly made his way towards the leaders tent.
The sleeping men all looked so innocence to the demon. How he would love to rip their throats and lick the blood from their torn flesh. This would be an amazing feat, if he could pull it off.
He entered a long brown tent. The smell of mead hit the fiend hard in the nose. It was a horrid smell that he wished he could get rid of, but it would just be a few minutes before he would smell the fresh blood on his body.
The tent was lit only by a few candles, as the ancient creature looked around the tent, he saw the young leader laying on his bedroll. His long black hair seemed to flow like the night sky. His skin was soft and looked easy to tear into different pieces.
Slowly, the demon moved closer. He could feel an odd feeling in his head, as he watched a mass of blonde hair start to fall down his head. It was growing without the demon even knowing what was going on.
As the demon drew closer to the man, he could feel his heart starting to beat faster. He wished to make the man suffer. But how? Only time could tell on this.
Slowly, he sat down beside the leader and brushed his soft hand over the man’s face. The leader gave a small sigh and opened his eyes. Quickly he went for his weapon, but the demon put a finger against the leader’s mouth and said, “Shh. I am hear for you.” His voice was soft and inviting.
Slowly, the demon bent down and kissed the man on his lips. It was an horrid taste, that the demon wished he could erase from his memory, but it was impossible. The man looked at the stranger for a moment. Things ran through his head faster and faster, until he put his hand around the back of the demon’s head and drew him in closer and began to kiss him madly.
With each kiss the demon could feel his hatred grow. “You are everything I’ve ever wanted.” Cried the man, he was lost in the moment. That he did not feel the demon’s spiked nail slowly make it’s way up to the frail flesh of his neck.
The demon pulled away playfully and said, “Now, let me please you. For you have pleased me beyond anything I have ever know.” As the man drew in closer for another sweet kiss, the demon sank his fingernails deep into the back of man’s neck. The flesh seemed to tear open like paper.
The demon laughed coldly, as the man rolled around on the ground. “DEMON!” Shouted the man. “An Incubus! You vile fiend.” The man held the back of his neck as crimson red blood poured out the back like water into a goblet.
The demon looked at the man for a moment. Incubus? He thought to himself for a moment as he moved in for the kill.
Slowly, the demon opened his jaws and springed upon the man and began to devour his face. The muffed screams of pain soon dyed down as the demon raised it’s head to the night sky. With blood running down his face, he quickly felt his homeland of Haidia look for other people, be it male or female, to unleash his terrible plague upon them.
He knew he had powers of seduction, but he had only just began to realize the true awesome beauty of it. Through out his time in Althanas, he would learn to use them to become one of the most feared and unmistakable creatures through out all of Althanas.
Plague has seen many things in his travels, and learned a great deal. His price for slaying many in these wintery lands had taken it's toll on the demon. He has found himself in debt to a human, of all the rotten creatures in this planet, he had to be in debt to the kind of which he kills. But, this was no normal human. No, this one could not be swayed but his powers of sexual might, this man named Barthalliumo was something different.
Barthalliumo saved the demon when he was made to kill a crime lord in the town of Hyaside Point. If the human did not turn up at the right moment, Plague would of been done for.
Secondly, Plague has found many people to be assuming for his own intents. Through gaining the trust of humans, Plague has learned to use their foolish trust against them, and make them his puppets, a young woman in the dester of Salvar learned that the hard way. But, this was not a total lost, if it wasn't for this woman, Plague would of never of found his perfect Lust, and how would he ever survive without his Lust?
Now, the demon is more interested in seeking out more of his own kin. His memory of the succubi who left such sweet scars on his body, struck a cord within himself and now his mission is to seek out more like himself and watch them from afar and then make his move for them.