El Diablo Perro
08-24-06, 12:21 AM
(Please be warned, this was made on a side kick III
during work.)
Name: Alexander "Memnar" Rayz
Age: 38
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 6'3/210
Hair: Unable To Be Determined.
Appearence: Memnar wears a very long cloak with a deep druidic cowl that completly makes it impossible to see his face and decern what mood he is in, whether his hair is long or short, or if he has shaved recently and wears glasses. The cloak is a deep black and a small cape that drags down to his knees always flows out behind him as if there was a wind blowing it to do so.
History explains his personality.
History: Power.
A five letter word that has spawned thousands of wars,
drove men to the edge, and brought glory to the
strong.
Power drives mankind to push each other to the limits, even turning some into greedy animals; savages who lash out at those who would take their power away. Many people turn to the darkness to be granted power, while others ask the light for a blessing to be granted a portion of their patrons power.
Mankind has hoarded power, like greedy rats fighting over a block of food. Killing and desecrating their bodies all in the name of more power.
Alexander was no exception. While some use power to defend the ones they love, Alexander wanted it for himself. He had no delusions of right or wrong, he
knew the power he seeked was corrupted and evil, but he didn't care. The energies coursing through his veins was a pure rush of adreniline he craved for.
How a small boy of 13 began his road to ruin was when his village of Temnar was being assaulted by Knights who claimed that the town elders were crazy and being used by chaotic gods. Alexander watched with eager eyes his home being destroyed as the elders used their magic to stop the knights, but ultimately his town was doomed.
Knowing this Alex had a thought of burning all around him. These thoughts continued to grow stronger the more he walked closer to a tome the more those
thoughts grew. It reached a boiling point at long last and Alexander could take it no longer. He grabbed the tome and shouted to the heavens a loud plea to be
consumed in darkness and be granted the power to destroy all around him.
After a moment of silence where only the sizzles and pops of thre flames could be heard, the knights in aw of the boy's courage to want to save his town, his
town silent as if he was crazy and saying a word would bring about their doom. It was quiet save the burning village. Then it happened.
Alex's body was risen to the air by a dark red light, and soon his body was transformed by a deamonic power, granting him his wish. When he had landed he was no longer the little boy, but a grotesque, half bull, half human minotaur like creature with a large blade that dripped with blood as if a fresh kill stained the
sword. A few knights charged the daemon, but were sliced aside in a very easy horizontal swing. Large leathery wings erupted from his back as the titan flew
in the air and dropped in front of more knights. With a bellow he slaughtered them with a swing of the blade, cleaving their heads off.
"This power....you can use it to slaughter in the name of vengeance for your fallen friends." a deep masculine voice said to Alex.
"NO!" Alexander shouted. "I want to slaughter and burn EVERYTHING! And I shall use this body you gave me to do it!" The beast flew again, kicking the head off another knight as it landed before Alexander's mother. The woman screamed but it was all a symphony to the monstrosity. It grabbed his mother by the waist and squeezed til the life in her eyes went out, crimson liquid pouring down her eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. Unsatisfied the cresature tossed her in the air and swatted her to the side with its sword like a club.
"You mortal fool! You dare defy me? I gave you this power and when I take it I shall take your very soul with me!"
Soon the beasts eyes widend with fear as the ground shook around it. People fled in terror as they fled for their lives, the knights fleeing to the north.
Alexander's thoughts wern't concerned that he was going to die, or worse. He felt regret. He wanted to do more now than burn the village and kill his family. He wanted the entire world to burn at his feat. It was those thoughts that let him live that night, as another god of the dark arts took his soul and placed it back in his body that was wrapped up in a black clock and cowl.
Alex wondered what was going on before a soft voice spoke to him.
"You are lucky, my child to be alive. I have graced you a gift of a small fraction of my power. I want to see you grow, in power and strength. I want to see you
realize your dream and burn all the world in my name."
"How do I attain the power I weilded not long ago?" Alexander asked.
"I give you two chakrums. I grant you the ability to infuse them with elemental energies, but I will not just give you true power. That you must attain yourself."
The weapons fell onto his chest, a light weight with sharp ends. "My question?"
"You must embark on a journey of destruction before I grant you the power to ascend to deamonhood. Now go, my child. Cast aside your mortal name. It has no more meaning in this realm. You are now known as Memnar, el
diablo perro. My devil dog. You will serve your master willingly without question."
Alexander thought about this for a moment. Give up his name, and join a crazy demon, or be granted true power? It wasn't as easily answered as he thought it
would be.
Alexander rose to his feet and held the weapons, a small strip of flame coursing through the rings.
Alexander took a deep breath. "My master, I am your servant." Memnar replied.
Abilities: Chakrum: These two steel Chakrums are able to be infused with elemental energy (Fire, Electricity, Water, and Wind) and be used to augment the weapon in small ways. Fire burns, Electricity jolts, wind speeds the throw, and Water knocks out the foe. Unlimited uses, but no proficency with weapon as of yet.
Flame Wall: Memnar can create a small wall of flame about six feet high and eight feet long. It is only however a width the size of an average human arm. Use twice per day, lasts four minutes.
during work.)
Name: Alexander "Memnar" Rayz
Age: 38
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 6'3/210
Hair: Unable To Be Determined.
Appearence: Memnar wears a very long cloak with a deep druidic cowl that completly makes it impossible to see his face and decern what mood he is in, whether his hair is long or short, or if he has shaved recently and wears glasses. The cloak is a deep black and a small cape that drags down to his knees always flows out behind him as if there was a wind blowing it to do so.
History explains his personality.
History: Power.
A five letter word that has spawned thousands of wars,
drove men to the edge, and brought glory to the
strong.
Power drives mankind to push each other to the limits, even turning some into greedy animals; savages who lash out at those who would take their power away. Many people turn to the darkness to be granted power, while others ask the light for a blessing to be granted a portion of their patrons power.
Mankind has hoarded power, like greedy rats fighting over a block of food. Killing and desecrating their bodies all in the name of more power.
Alexander was no exception. While some use power to defend the ones they love, Alexander wanted it for himself. He had no delusions of right or wrong, he
knew the power he seeked was corrupted and evil, but he didn't care. The energies coursing through his veins was a pure rush of adreniline he craved for.
How a small boy of 13 began his road to ruin was when his village of Temnar was being assaulted by Knights who claimed that the town elders were crazy and being used by chaotic gods. Alexander watched with eager eyes his home being destroyed as the elders used their magic to stop the knights, but ultimately his town was doomed.
Knowing this Alex had a thought of burning all around him. These thoughts continued to grow stronger the more he walked closer to a tome the more those
thoughts grew. It reached a boiling point at long last and Alexander could take it no longer. He grabbed the tome and shouted to the heavens a loud plea to be
consumed in darkness and be granted the power to destroy all around him.
After a moment of silence where only the sizzles and pops of thre flames could be heard, the knights in aw of the boy's courage to want to save his town, his
town silent as if he was crazy and saying a word would bring about their doom. It was quiet save the burning village. Then it happened.
Alex's body was risen to the air by a dark red light, and soon his body was transformed by a deamonic power, granting him his wish. When he had landed he was no longer the little boy, but a grotesque, half bull, half human minotaur like creature with a large blade that dripped with blood as if a fresh kill stained the
sword. A few knights charged the daemon, but were sliced aside in a very easy horizontal swing. Large leathery wings erupted from his back as the titan flew
in the air and dropped in front of more knights. With a bellow he slaughtered them with a swing of the blade, cleaving their heads off.
"This power....you can use it to slaughter in the name of vengeance for your fallen friends." a deep masculine voice said to Alex.
"NO!" Alexander shouted. "I want to slaughter and burn EVERYTHING! And I shall use this body you gave me to do it!" The beast flew again, kicking the head off another knight as it landed before Alexander's mother. The woman screamed but it was all a symphony to the monstrosity. It grabbed his mother by the waist and squeezed til the life in her eyes went out, crimson liquid pouring down her eyes, nose, ears, and mouth. Unsatisfied the cresature tossed her in the air and swatted her to the side with its sword like a club.
"You mortal fool! You dare defy me? I gave you this power and when I take it I shall take your very soul with me!"
Soon the beasts eyes widend with fear as the ground shook around it. People fled in terror as they fled for their lives, the knights fleeing to the north.
Alexander's thoughts wern't concerned that he was going to die, or worse. He felt regret. He wanted to do more now than burn the village and kill his family. He wanted the entire world to burn at his feat. It was those thoughts that let him live that night, as another god of the dark arts took his soul and placed it back in his body that was wrapped up in a black clock and cowl.
Alex wondered what was going on before a soft voice spoke to him.
"You are lucky, my child to be alive. I have graced you a gift of a small fraction of my power. I want to see you grow, in power and strength. I want to see you
realize your dream and burn all the world in my name."
"How do I attain the power I weilded not long ago?" Alexander asked.
"I give you two chakrums. I grant you the ability to infuse them with elemental energies, but I will not just give you true power. That you must attain yourself."
The weapons fell onto his chest, a light weight with sharp ends. "My question?"
"You must embark on a journey of destruction before I grant you the power to ascend to deamonhood. Now go, my child. Cast aside your mortal name. It has no more meaning in this realm. You are now known as Memnar, el
diablo perro. My devil dog. You will serve your master willingly without question."
Alexander thought about this for a moment. Give up his name, and join a crazy demon, or be granted true power? It wasn't as easily answered as he thought it
would be.
Alexander rose to his feet and held the weapons, a small strip of flame coursing through the rings.
Alexander took a deep breath. "My master, I am your servant." Memnar replied.
Abilities: Chakrum: These two steel Chakrums are able to be infused with elemental energy (Fire, Electricity, Water, and Wind) and be used to augment the weapon in small ways. Fire burns, Electricity jolts, wind speeds the throw, and Water knocks out the foe. Unlimited uses, but no proficency with weapon as of yet.
Flame Wall: Memnar can create a small wall of flame about six feet high and eight feet long. It is only however a width the size of an average human arm. Use twice per day, lasts four minutes.