Post by Bex on Mar 20, 2012 23:58:37 GMT -5
-------------------------------DESMOND CREED.
-- INFORMATION
MIDDLE NAME: Miles
LAST NAME: Creed
NICKNAMES: the evil angel, Desmond, blondie, him or simply Des.
SPECIES: Immortal.
ORIENTATION: Pansexual, leans towards women.
RELIGION: Satanist.
GENDER: Male.
BIRTHPLACE: modern day Louisiana.
BIRTHDAY: February 12th.
AGE: forever mid-twenties || 300+
MEMBER GROUP: uh, member?
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-- APPEARANCE
[/font][/size][/b]: blue.
HAIR COLOR: blonde.
HEIGHT: six foot three.
WEIGHT: one hundred & sixty-five pounds.
DISTINCTIVE MARKINGS: none.
SCARS: has a few on his normally exposed torso.
TATTOOS: has a tribal sun on his shoulderblade.
PIERCINGS: his ears look like swiss cheese, though the most noticeable happens to be the long, gold chain connecting from his left ear lobe to his lip ring.
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-- PERSONALITY
[/font][/size]LIKES: candy, excitement/entertainment, people watching, good booze, women, teenage girls, vibrancy, humming to himself in French, a recent stabbing.[/ul]
DISLIKES: buzzkills, goody-goodies, dull/introverted people, people, animals, regular 'ol humans, angels.
HOBBIES: humming to himself in French, people watching, drugs [formerly], not wearing a shirt.
FEARS: forever being bored, having to wear a shirt, cats.
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-- HISTORY
[/font][/size]MOTHER: Ann-Marie Charlotte Bisset
FATHER: Antoine Bisset
SIBLINGS: unknown.
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: none.
CHILDREN: sweet jesus, I hope not.
OTHER: nope.
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-- ABILITIES
PUT ME TO SLEEP EVIL ANGEL: Des' most powerful ability is one that involves stealing the lifeforce of others. The process is rather easy, too. All he has to do is look into your eyes and place your hand on his heart and his on yours. Once this happens, you're pretty much screwed unless you can break the eye contact before it's too late. Once Desmond begins to drain your life force, you can still struggle, for a short period of time. However, once you start to reach the point where you begin to feel tired is when it's too late for you. It's how Desmond likes to deal with victims when he doesn't want to deal with a mess or he is actually hurt. When you're thinking of how Desmond's power affects the person it's being used on, think of it in terms of someone suffocating. First, they will begin to feel dizzy and sick. Then, they will slowly begin to feel more and more tired. The more they struggle in the beginning, however, the longer it takes for the person to slowly slip away. It is never painful for the person, though for a few seconds, they are fully aware that they are basically being suffocated the life out of them before they finally die. Desmond tends to use this power only when he himself is hurt, as it can repair damage that has been done to him physically. For every minute that Desmond uses this ability, one year is taken from the person affected's life. He sucks it up like a parasite and uses it to heal his own wounds. So say he's shot in the stomach; he then might need several years of someone's life to make up for the damage done to himself. There is no real set amount of years for wounds, though the deeper the wound, the more years/time of force to heal it. If Desmond uses this ability if he is completely healed, he actually gives away double the amount of time he takes away in the first place. It is the same, though a bit lesser if he uses the power even if he is hurt, too. So if he has a gunshot wound to the shoulder, he may take two years from someone's life, he loses three years of his life.
HIDING BETRAYAL. Desmond also has the unique ability to like, superbly creep/lurk. He is able to slip into the shadows, and it creates a mask, even to those with superior senses. Meaning, they cannot smell, hear, taste or even see him, as if he hadn't ever been there to begin with. However, once he blends in with the shadows he cannot talk or interact with anyone. It's kind of like he's temporarily frozen in time, only able to watch those he's hiding from. He is only able to use this ability at night, as he cannot hide in nothing. Desmond also cannot control or manipulate these shadows, as he can only hide in them. He can hide in them for about an hour before he is forced out of them. He is also allergic to light during this time, as if any light is shed on him during this time he will sizzle and burn like a vampire would.
WEAPONS:
SWORD: Desmond's favourite toy. A handcrafted by a demon who owed him a favour, Des' blade has a dark purple handle, wrapped in white and carved with a sharpened and many times folded, steel blade. There's nothing special about it, except for the fact that it could be considered an antique.
SWISS ARMY KNIFE: an ordinary knife. There's nothing special about it- Des mostly uses it in times of desperation or when he doesn't have the time to use his sword.
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-- YOU THE RP'ER
[/font][/size]RP'ING FOR HOW LONG: 4 years.
TIME ZONE: Central GMT
OTHER CHARACTERS: none yet. C:
NOTE: I hope you don't mind if I use an old one? I was too lazy to write up a new one. >>' I think it shows that I can roleplay well and with Des? |D
RP SAMPLE:
Desmond didn't get too many nights off, like, at all. In fact, the blonde fallen couldn't even remember the last time he'd spent the night by himself. Officially off duty for the night. He wasn't even supposed to be around Lucifer until tomorrow afternoon [when the both of them tended to wake up]. Most of the Guardians tended to loathe their wards, Des did not. In fact, he idolized the chaos-creating, purple haired woman. She was beautiful, destructive and could actually stand to be around the narcissistic fallen. And the latter was a bonus, as most people couldn't often handle the superior personality, good looks and overall impressive characteristics that made up him! Lucifer had the same outlook as he, and they could go on all day stroking each other's egos. And they had, more than once, unsurprisingly. But even Desmond had to wonder.. Why would Lucifer just give him to 'get lost', then? She was almost never that generous to give him the day off. She generally spent them giving him him foolhardy tasks that often required little skill other than being able to find things at a cheap enough price. And often enough, he never had to pay a dime out of his own pocket.
Unfortunately, Desmond had absolutely no life outside Lucifer and his 'hobbies'. Aside from Chaos, the most social interaction was when he talked to his dealer down on here in the rough side of Demimonde, and even that was declining lately, as the Navy had really been cracking down on the drug trafficking/selling lately, which was rather disappointing. The fallen had become a bit dependent on the man who was only known as "Adrian" who sold them by the brick. But even the gutsy ones like Adrian were retreating to their lairs, as it was too risky to sell on the streets these days. Even to the most loyal of customers, like Desmond, who had been coming to the guy for almost twenty years now. The blonde fallen supposed he could just go to the guy's house and steal some, but soon decided it wasn't really worth it. If he lost the trust of the dealers, he would be doomed to look for a good deal on dust somewhere else. In the long run, it was just a better decision to stick with them. He only really drank at all when he was with Lucifer, so barhopping didn't really seem idealistic to the blonde man. And of course, he had absolutely zero friends. As mentioned before, not too many people could handle Desmond Creed or his absolute greatness.
So with nothing to do, the fallen had taken to wandering around. It was a good way to kill time and find people to note in his little black book of potential victims. Demimonde was a great place to find victims. Everyone here was dirty, loathsome and disgusting. Nobody would ever miss them, as most of them were either orphaned at one point or were just douches that were better off dead, for whatever reason. Des didn't really give a shit about who they were or why they were here, of all places. He picked his victims at random, whomever was unlucky enough to come across the handsome, blonde Evil Angel. He himself, preferred female victims. They didn't often fight back, whether they were just in a state of shock, or they had been overpowered by Desmond's superior beauty strength. Men were fine too; the blonde fallen wasn't terribly picky about them. Just as long as he got what he wanted in the end, not that wasn't ever a problem. As Des always got what he wanted, no matter what. Even if he had to cheat a little. ~
It was a fairly chilly evening, late at night. Des had always loved the cold, especially when it was cold enough for you to see your own breath. It gave a flair to dramatics that was most definitely necessary. He considered rolling up a joint and just going home, though. Not too many people were out tonight, certainly none of them were worthy enough to be even considered to be victims. They were all writhing in their own filth and denial about their situations as poor fucks. With that, Des decided that it was time to go home.. There was nothing to do here, so he might as well go home and shoot something up.. Or something. Maybe get the kid from across the hallway to get him some pizza. Sounded fine, he supposed. Maybe he could even catch up on some of that sleep he owed his messed up body. The fallen slipped his hands into his red trench coat and headed towards the alley where he could take a shortcut to his apartment, which was a couple blocks over. Desmond yawned, nearly tripping over something and landing in the snow. The blonde man blinked and got to his feet, brushing the snow off his washboard abs. He cursed and glanced down at the thing he tripped over.
His blue eyes widened slightly, realizing that it was a naked woman.. In the middle of the alley/street. Desmond grumbled, poking the woman in the shoulder with his booted foot. He wasn't entirely sure the woman was actually alive or not, as she didn't seem to be breathing. It was awfully cold for someone to be running around completely naked. Des himself, for some reason found that cold didn't bother him at all. It was another reason he loved it so, as it was the only time of year he could wear basically anything without feeling any sort of mild discomfort. He kicked her again, just in case. When he saw the woman twitch a little, he knew that she was alive, though probably not for much longer if she stayed out here like this. It was when he was taking her appearance in that he noticed that she was also wounded. It wasn't that bad, but again, in this condition she was in, it would only make things a lot worse. Des could only smile a little. Perhaps Lucifer was responsible for such a gift? It must've been her, as no fool would be out here like this.. In the snow, all cuddled up in a ball, completely naked.
Desmond's smile turned into an evil, but amused smirk. Either Lucy was rewarding him for all of his hard work, or he had just gotten really lucky. Either way, he was grateful for the gift. He kicked the woman hard in the shoulder again, speaking to her for the first time. "Hey you." his cajun accent was unnerving, especially when spoken in such a tone that was intended to scare his future victim. "It's time to wake up. ~"
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