Post by ❦Obsidian Abyss on Jun 10, 2011 11:58:29 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=background,http://dl.dropbox.com/u/15939034/custom/dfate/templates/obsi_bg.png][atrb=style, border-radius: 25px; border: 2px solid #531489; padding: 10px; color: #a1a1a1;][style=background-image: url('http://dl.dropbox.com/u/15939034/custom/dfate/templates/obsi_bg2.png'); border-radius: 15px; border: 2px solid #ffffff; padding: 10px; width: 100px; float:left; margin-right: -3px;] [/style][style=font-size: 30px; color: #531489; font-family: Arial; margin: 45px 0px 0px -4px;]♥[/style][style=float: right; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: -2px; color: #531489; margin: -35px 10px 0px 5px;]Stories don't mean anything...[/style][style=float: right; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #a5a5a5; margin: -10px 10px 0px 0px;]...when you've got no one to tell them to.[/style][style=background-image: url('http://dl.dropbox.com/u/15939034/custom/dfate/templates/obsi_bg2.png'); background-color: #000000; font-size: 10px; font-family: Arial; color: #656565; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; border: 4px solid #ffffff; text-transform: none; opacity: 0.8; border-radius: 25px;] Name: Currently answers to Obsidian Abyss, although he changes names with dizzying regularity. His true name remains unknown. Age: Unknown, though he's certainly ancient. There are certain rumors that implicate him as the infamous Serpent of Eden. Sex: Male Species: Demon Nationality: Difficult to decide with a glance, although he claims to be British. Abilities/Strengths: Manipulative, crafty, quick-thinking and quick-talking, he tends to use these tactics to get out of undesirable situations. He's also a quite convincing actor and has an analytical mind, his constant study of humans giving him the ability to infer much about them with only limited interaction. He is capable of a weak form of compulsion, if one looks directly into his inky black eyes, much in the way a snake hypnotizes its prey. It's in truth nearer to a strong suggestion and rarely works on immortals. Even strong-willed humans are capable of resisting, though the few seconds of confusion his victims are left with may be enough for him to make his escape. His animal form is, unsurprisingly, the Snake. Despite behavior to the contrary, he is in truth extremely intelligent and perceptive, easily adaptable. He is always attentive to his surroundings, ever-plotting ways that they can be used to his advantage. One of the few demonic abilities he retains is his speed, never hesitating to simply run for it when his other strategies fail. Inabilities/Weaknesses: With his habit of rarely feeding, he is not at nearly the strength that most demons command, unable to hold out against physical force for long. His regenerative abilities are extremely detracted from as well and he takes much longer to heal than a full-fed demon would. He also severely lacks stamina and endurance, prone to running out of energy and growing extremely short of breath thanks to his weakened state. He is usually indecisive, restless, and flighty, tending to let his curiosity run rampant and lead him into sticky situations, one of these being a confrontation with a reaper several hundred years ago. This confrontation resulted in his left eye being destroyed by the reaper's scythe, and although it slowly regenerated, the vision never fully returned, leaving him with poor depth perception and other problems of the like. Occupation: A wanderer, he travels wherever he wishes whenever he wishes, a restless demon who is ever-eager for new toys. Appearance: Once beautiful as most demons are, his carelessness in feeding has grown to the point that it manifests even in his human form, and he has been left eerily gaunt and lanky, eyes undershadowed by jet-black circles. They were once a proper demonic color, a deep violet, but starvation has caused the tint to fade away over time, leaving them nearly solid black with hunger. He retains a sort of beauty, but an eerie one, a rather unsettling one. Regardless of the weather, he wears a long black overcoat that falls to just past his knees, a multicolored scarf slung around his neck. It's rare for him to be seen without his battered felt top hat perched upon his head of unkempt black hair. The damage to his left eye has left him with a vertical scar running across his otherwise flawless skin, about half an inch past the eye on either side. Face claim: L Lawliet/BB of Death Note Personality: Obsidian is an abnormal demon in every sense of the term, with very little tolerance for his own kind. Eccentric and prone to endless quirks, he refuses to adhere to the standards long-set by his brethren. He rarely contracts, and when he does, it's often more to sate his curiosity than his hunger, the quality of the souls he earns often poor, even if the human had caught his fleeting fancy. He has adbandoned more than one contract before completion as well, his short attention span drifting to something more interesting. Thanks to this, he's perpetually in a state of near-starvation, but doesn't seem to mind. He shows more interest in humans than is typical of the immortals, in fact, nothing short of utter fascination, and one of his favorite pasttimes is toying with them, whether with acts of kindness or malice. He adores watching them and can often be found perched among the shadows of an ornately-decorated rooftop, jet-black eyes locked on the people below. His interests do extend to the other immortals when the opportunity presents itself. Obsidian usually behaves in a gentlemanly manner, regardless of who he's interacting with or his reasons for the interaction. When he wishes to hide his true feelings, it's extremely difficult to guess at them, the dark-eyed demon easily maintaining his playful smirk in spite of what he's thinking. He's a playful, conniving trickster who views all of life as a game and most of those around him as toys, often acting oddly for no other reason than to analyze the reaction he recives. Unlike the others, feeding only when needed and only on souls, Obsidian has a penchant for human-made sweets. They do nothing to sate his hunger and quite possibly harm his demonic digestive system, but regardless, his appetite for the insubstantial human snacks remains constant. He finances this addiction by challenging passerby to card games. He always wins. But that's because he shamelessly cheats. He is, for the most part, disliked by his own kind, reapers, and angels alike, most fellow demons finding him either pathetic or irritating. Being a meddler simply for the sake of being a meddler, he often alters proper courses of events simply to annoy the reapers. Obviously, with him a demon, the angels naturally have a strong distate for him. Life Story: Very little is known about Obsidian's past, largely due to his endless name changes and his secretive nature. He is, however, as stated, the serpent of Eden in some forms of the tale, and entangled in countless other rumors. It is belived by most that he once held a significant amount of power in Hell, and there are other demons, other Elder demons, who still treat him with a certain amount of respect. Sample Roleplay: The demon strolled through the rain with his usual smooth gait, his soft tread making no sound on the damp cobblestones. Beneath the wide brim of his hat, alert black eyes scanned the square spread out before him. He watched the humans scurrying for cover with a smirk stretching his mouth and a gleam of bemusement in his onyx eyes. He'd scented the approaching rain long ago, naturally, but to the other inhabitants of the square, the sudden downpour had come as an unpleasant surprise and he had to supress a laugh of mirth as he gleefully watched a young couple. The unfortunate pair were attempting to run uphill but failing miserably, skidding in the mud and sliding back to the bottom again and again. The cobblestone street proved no more helpful in their quest, lacking any footing. On a whim, the demon crossed over to the daunting hill that was proving so difficult for them to conquer, sliding halfway down and digging his heels firmly into the squelching ground. He extended a gloved hand to the mud-spattered woman slogging up the hill, helping her along. They'd only just reached the top, the female leaning heavily against a tree and panting with exertion, before he caught her by the arm and nudged her back the way she'd come. Not enough to injure her. But enough to undo his work and send her sliding down the hill again. With a grin stretching his lips wide, he watched the man dive to catch her with a cry of indigation, drinking in the expression of utter confusion on her face as she tumbled back down the slope. Giggling softly, the demon strolled off into the dark evening without another glance. 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