Post by Marth Arain on Feb 15, 2012 3:21:18 GMT -6
Name: Marth Arain
Aliases: None
Age: 2,950
Gender: Male
Species: Demon
Alignment: Evil
Canon or Original: Original
Date of Birth: October 31st 938 BC
Place of Birth: Japan
Physical Appearance: Jet black hair with crimson streaks. Dark Crimson eyes with black sclera. Reaches 6'3 in height, pale complexion with tattoos over body, covering most of his torso/back, arms, neck, and face, all tribal. Has two noticeable scars, one located all the way around his neck and the other over the left side of his chest, about the size of a clenched fist of an average male.
Personality: A little unstable from years of torment from his older brother and lack of sleep due to nightmares that plague him, almost normal otherwise. Has a knack for telling awful jokes and bad puns and is highly addicted to sweets, especially grape soda. He is considered a "Hot-head" in fights, usually using rage to push him on...though he can often get carried away..Despite his best attempts to keep control. He usually attempts to get attention from people, having never gotten much attention in his younger years spent as a drifter, always keeping to himself but he knows to show respect to others as he would want for himself...Unless provoked.
Special Abilities: Ability to control flames, Immunity to heat/flames, super speed and ability to "fly" due to the ability to manipulate the gravity around him, though he struggles to maintain it for very long. Can also use this to leap across long distances. (Reference: oWoD Fallen Nusku demon with Lore of Flames and Lore of the Fundament, can always change if that seems to be too much. =D) Side note: Not really a special ability, but anyone near him, or maybe even touching him will notice he has a very high body temperature, having the ability to heat even his own blood to burn his enemies or even fight off a starving creature that feeds on blood.
Weapons: Prefers to go hand to hand, but will use a sword if he has to.
History:When Marth was born, he was the second son to his father only ten years younger than his brother, Matrea. If you had seen them sitting together, anyone would have a hard time believing they weren't twins. Anyone would tell you he had it quite easy...but he would tell you otherwise...If you could get him to talk about it. He was pampered by his parents while his brother was put through a gruesome training course to be one of their top warriors. Everyday, the older brother would wear himself ragged, often missing meals and even sleep because the harsh training while the little brother would be nice and snug in the house or playing with the other boys around the village....But what Marth really wanted, was to be just like his older brother. He saw his big brother as a real hero, just the stories their parents told to him before bed. He often stalked Matrea from the distance to watch him train, hoping one day he could train with him...or maybe even play a little game if he came home. It wasn't long before the older brother was pushed over the edge though, not too soon after Marth's 6th birthday, a great fire broke out, many of the warriors, lead by Matrea began to ravage the small village...The rage he felt finally broke him, he had to punish everyone, even if it meant killing them. He wanted them to feel his pain, his suffering. In a blind fury, he had slain his own parents, holding Marth down to beat him, but stopped soon afterward, finally snapping from his rage-induced trance. He had almost beaten his own brother to death...why? Just because he was too weak at the time to be put through what he had? The older brother then left the boy there to escape. Marth had grown up (of course) and began to train on his own...Now hating his brother, wishing to become stronger just so he could beat him with his own hands...but Matrea had always been stronger physically, with more years of training, he rarely stood a chance in a fight with Matrea. He eventually picked up on training in the magic arts, learning that he was better suited to this...and a natural with the fire element. With this, he stood a somewhat better chance but still lost often.
One day, he found Matrea inside his house, suddenly apologizing for everything he had done. As much as Marth didn't want to forgive him, the man before him was the only family he had left...He didn't want to be alone, the thought of that terrified him...In a way, Matrea seemed to help him along in the long years...Even if it wasn't always pleasant. They slowly rebuilt their friendship, though they still argue at times, it's usually in a playful way...Well, playful for them anyway. Always having had a wanderlust, Marth was usually never in one place for too long, except to go to his small home in Japan, way out in the country-side and hidden away in the forest. He rarely made friends save for two, his pet man-eating plant, Darren, whom he raised from a sapling and Boogen, a tiny ghost that usually follows him around but attempts to hide from everyone else...Though he's quite terrible at it. He now finds himself in a place he had never even seen before...Could he possibly settle down for a while and attempt to meet new people? Only time will tell.
(Sorry if it sucks, it's been so long since I've even rped, I'm shaking off quite a few rusty cobwebs, so please tell me if there is anything I need to change =P.)
Aliases: None
Age: 2,950
Gender: Male
Species: Demon
Alignment: Evil
Canon or Original: Original
Date of Birth: October 31st 938 BC
Place of Birth: Japan
Physical Appearance: Jet black hair with crimson streaks. Dark Crimson eyes with black sclera. Reaches 6'3 in height, pale complexion with tattoos over body, covering most of his torso/back, arms, neck, and face, all tribal. Has two noticeable scars, one located all the way around his neck and the other over the left side of his chest, about the size of a clenched fist of an average male.
Personality: A little unstable from years of torment from his older brother and lack of sleep due to nightmares that plague him, almost normal otherwise. Has a knack for telling awful jokes and bad puns and is highly addicted to sweets, especially grape soda. He is considered a "Hot-head" in fights, usually using rage to push him on...though he can often get carried away..Despite his best attempts to keep control. He usually attempts to get attention from people, having never gotten much attention in his younger years spent as a drifter, always keeping to himself but he knows to show respect to others as he would want for himself...Unless provoked.
Special Abilities: Ability to control flames, Immunity to heat/flames, super speed and ability to "fly" due to the ability to manipulate the gravity around him, though he struggles to maintain it for very long. Can also use this to leap across long distances. (Reference: oWoD Fallen Nusku demon with Lore of Flames and Lore of the Fundament, can always change if that seems to be too much. =D) Side note: Not really a special ability, but anyone near him, or maybe even touching him will notice he has a very high body temperature, having the ability to heat even his own blood to burn his enemies or even fight off a starving creature that feeds on blood.
Weapons: Prefers to go hand to hand, but will use a sword if he has to.
History:When Marth was born, he was the second son to his father only ten years younger than his brother, Matrea. If you had seen them sitting together, anyone would have a hard time believing they weren't twins. Anyone would tell you he had it quite easy...but he would tell you otherwise...If you could get him to talk about it. He was pampered by his parents while his brother was put through a gruesome training course to be one of their top warriors. Everyday, the older brother would wear himself ragged, often missing meals and even sleep because the harsh training while the little brother would be nice and snug in the house or playing with the other boys around the village....But what Marth really wanted, was to be just like his older brother. He saw his big brother as a real hero, just the stories their parents told to him before bed. He often stalked Matrea from the distance to watch him train, hoping one day he could train with him...or maybe even play a little game if he came home. It wasn't long before the older brother was pushed over the edge though, not too soon after Marth's 6th birthday, a great fire broke out, many of the warriors, lead by Matrea began to ravage the small village...The rage he felt finally broke him, he had to punish everyone, even if it meant killing them. He wanted them to feel his pain, his suffering. In a blind fury, he had slain his own parents, holding Marth down to beat him, but stopped soon afterward, finally snapping from his rage-induced trance. He had almost beaten his own brother to death...why? Just because he was too weak at the time to be put through what he had? The older brother then left the boy there to escape. Marth had grown up (of course) and began to train on his own...Now hating his brother, wishing to become stronger just so he could beat him with his own hands...but Matrea had always been stronger physically, with more years of training, he rarely stood a chance in a fight with Matrea. He eventually picked up on training in the magic arts, learning that he was better suited to this...and a natural with the fire element. With this, he stood a somewhat better chance but still lost often.
One day, he found Matrea inside his house, suddenly apologizing for everything he had done. As much as Marth didn't want to forgive him, the man before him was the only family he had left...He didn't want to be alone, the thought of that terrified him...In a way, Matrea seemed to help him along in the long years...Even if it wasn't always pleasant. They slowly rebuilt their friendship, though they still argue at times, it's usually in a playful way...Well, playful for them anyway. Always having had a wanderlust, Marth was usually never in one place for too long, except to go to his small home in Japan, way out in the country-side and hidden away in the forest. He rarely made friends save for two, his pet man-eating plant, Darren, whom he raised from a sapling and Boogen, a tiny ghost that usually follows him around but attempts to hide from everyone else...Though he's quite terrible at it. He now finds himself in a place he had never even seen before...Could he possibly settle down for a while and attempt to meet new people? Only time will tell.
(Sorry if it sucks, it's been so long since I've even rped, I'm shaking off quite a few rusty cobwebs, so please tell me if there is anything I need to change =P.)
