Post by Phobia Valent on Aug 24, 2007 0:56:27 GMT -5
Name: Phobia Valent
Occupation: Apprentice Demon of Fear.
Nationality: Hell.
Race: Half Plutonian Demon, Half Greater "Night Flyer". (Plutonian: A race of demons so violent they are exiled from Hell's upper levels. Night flyer: Something akin to a male succubus.)
Hieght Five feet five inches.
Weight: 110 pounds unarmed.
Age:149
Hair Color: Red, with black tips (Natural. It just sorta happens) on his head, with red feathers on his wings and shoulders. He has five long, red tailfeathers, as well.
Eye color: Amber
Appearance: Phobia
Personality:
Phobia's personality is actually very simple.
He is addicted to killing. The cries of the dying are like music to him, and the only pleasure he has in his life. He cares nothing for any earthly pleasures, his entire existance is based on causing pain and instilling fear in the hearts of humans.
History:
Chad Valent...sounds like the name of a normal man, right?
Phobia's father was anything but normal. About twenty nine years after bedding a Plutonian, and churning out Phobia, he bedded an angle, and the angel squeezed out Dementia Rose Valent.
Why did SHE have a middle name? Phobia diddn't. One of the first things that Phobia diddn't get about his family.
What was the point? He was supposed to be in training. He lived in the deepest regions of hell, and was being groomed for the task of Demon Lordship. His post would be fear. His job? To place fear in the hearts of all mortal races. Hell, he was considered too dangerous for the uper reaches of hell, because he was half plutonian.
And he had the standard plutonian personality. Kill. Rip. Tear. Devour. Destroy.
He had no taste for the way Chad was trying ot raise him, and he let Chad know. Although Chad beat him on a regular basis, saying that he loved the angel woman, Phobia diddn't belive him. Demons can't normaly love, after all.
As it turns out, chad had told Phobia's mother that he loved her, as well, and the plutonian woman had actually CHANGED for him. She had stopped killing.....stopped being a Plutonian in evey way but body.
The reason Chad was so cold to his son?
Phobia killed her to avenge his honor. Drank her blood, because the smell of it enticed him. His father walked into the room, and sw a thirteen year old Phobia covered in blood, smiling. He looked at him and spoke softly. Happily.
"She turned her back on our people. This is what she gets."
Chad stayed distant, then. Not wanting to kill his own flesh and blood, since he had a heart, unlike most of his kind.
After one hundred and twenty infuriating years of living with Dementia and Chad, Phobia found he could no longer stand them. Thier father waited on Dementia hand and foot to make up for using her to lure men to their deaths. In a fit of rage, he lashed out, knocking his sister unconcious, laughing as his father screamed in anguish. He lashed one claw out, making a scar on Chad's upper arm that would never quite heal, like most of his scars did. He left that night, for earth, as his master had bid him.
He was only to come back when he could tear a rift between hell and earth. Then he would be ready for...something. He had never paid attention, until now. He finaly listened, and realized his fate.
He smiled wikedly under the collar of his shirt.
"Demon of Fear?"
He liked it. The mantle seemed to fit. For now, though, he was to go to earth, and gain power. Power beyond mesure.
Style:
Fear Magic.
Not something to be trifled with. Phobia's name is quite apt, here, as he can literaly see a person's phobia upon meeting them, and use it against them. It is one of his greatest pleasures to watch someone writhe in fear as he laughs at them.
Dark Magic:
Like all demons of Hell, Pobia has avess to dark magicks, although he does not understand them yet. He has never been formaly trained in them, and has been developing them on his own.The only thing the current Demon Lord of Fear taught him was his Fear Magic, but this will strengthen as he attend Arcane Academy, and possibly finds someone to teach him te ins and outs of it.
The spells he DOES have are simple "Shot" type spells.
Defense Mechanisms:
Things such as shooting his feathers off of his wings. Very simple, and hardly worth mentioning.
Strengths: He likes to kill, and he is very good at it. His natural claws are sharper than most weapons, as well.
He is single minded. If he wants something, he won't stop unless he has it.
He is small, and fast. Hard to hit and hard to dodge.
He can fly naturaly, without spells.
Weaknesses:He isn't very strong, at least for a demon.
His small frame means he can easily be sent flying. (No pun intended.)
He is not a "Hardy" person, and can be taken down more easily than most demons.
His single mindedness means he doesn't understand most things about humans, such as emotions other than rage and pleasure.
Most of his spells lack pure power, and instead merely drive his enemy to madness.
Spell List
Fear Alive: Phobia projects a visiion of his oppenent's gretest fear to them, scaring the bejezus out of them.
Dark Shot: A shot of pure dark energy, projected from his hands, or the spines on top of his head.
Gatling Feather: A natural defense, he shoots razor-quilled feathers at his enemy at uzi-like speed. Innacurate at long range.
Weapons and Gear.
Demon Leather armor, made from his mother's tanned hide.
His claws are a natural weapon, obviosly.
A compact, retracting pike, made out of the bones of a Plutonian. It is stronger than steel, able to peirce most armor like it was butter.
Stats:
Strength:10
Dexterity:20
Endurance:5
Intelligence:5
Wisdom:10
Energy:10
Occupation: Apprentice Demon of Fear.
Nationality: Hell.
Race: Half Plutonian Demon, Half Greater "Night Flyer". (Plutonian: A race of demons so violent they are exiled from Hell's upper levels. Night flyer: Something akin to a male succubus.)
Hieght Five feet five inches.
Weight: 110 pounds unarmed.
Age:149
Hair Color: Red, with black tips (Natural. It just sorta happens) on his head, with red feathers on his wings and shoulders. He has five long, red tailfeathers, as well.
Eye color: Amber
Appearance: Phobia
Personality:
Phobia's personality is actually very simple.
He is addicted to killing. The cries of the dying are like music to him, and the only pleasure he has in his life. He cares nothing for any earthly pleasures, his entire existance is based on causing pain and instilling fear in the hearts of humans.
History:
Chad Valent...sounds like the name of a normal man, right?
Phobia's father was anything but normal. About twenty nine years after bedding a Plutonian, and churning out Phobia, he bedded an angle, and the angel squeezed out Dementia Rose Valent.
Why did SHE have a middle name? Phobia diddn't. One of the first things that Phobia diddn't get about his family.
What was the point? He was supposed to be in training. He lived in the deepest regions of hell, and was being groomed for the task of Demon Lordship. His post would be fear. His job? To place fear in the hearts of all mortal races. Hell, he was considered too dangerous for the uper reaches of hell, because he was half plutonian.
And he had the standard plutonian personality. Kill. Rip. Tear. Devour. Destroy.
He had no taste for the way Chad was trying ot raise him, and he let Chad know. Although Chad beat him on a regular basis, saying that he loved the angel woman, Phobia diddn't belive him. Demons can't normaly love, after all.
As it turns out, chad had told Phobia's mother that he loved her, as well, and the plutonian woman had actually CHANGED for him. She had stopped killing.....stopped being a Plutonian in evey way but body.
The reason Chad was so cold to his son?
Phobia killed her to avenge his honor. Drank her blood, because the smell of it enticed him. His father walked into the room, and sw a thirteen year old Phobia covered in blood, smiling. He looked at him and spoke softly. Happily.
"She turned her back on our people. This is what she gets."
Chad stayed distant, then. Not wanting to kill his own flesh and blood, since he had a heart, unlike most of his kind.
After one hundred and twenty infuriating years of living with Dementia and Chad, Phobia found he could no longer stand them. Thier father waited on Dementia hand and foot to make up for using her to lure men to their deaths. In a fit of rage, he lashed out, knocking his sister unconcious, laughing as his father screamed in anguish. He lashed one claw out, making a scar on Chad's upper arm that would never quite heal, like most of his scars did. He left that night, for earth, as his master had bid him.
He was only to come back when he could tear a rift between hell and earth. Then he would be ready for...something. He had never paid attention, until now. He finaly listened, and realized his fate.
He smiled wikedly under the collar of his shirt.
"Demon of Fear?"
He liked it. The mantle seemed to fit. For now, though, he was to go to earth, and gain power. Power beyond mesure.
Style:
Fear Magic.
Not something to be trifled with. Phobia's name is quite apt, here, as he can literaly see a person's phobia upon meeting them, and use it against them. It is one of his greatest pleasures to watch someone writhe in fear as he laughs at them.
Dark Magic:
Like all demons of Hell, Pobia has avess to dark magicks, although he does not understand them yet. He has never been formaly trained in them, and has been developing them on his own.The only thing the current Demon Lord of Fear taught him was his Fear Magic, but this will strengthen as he attend Arcane Academy, and possibly finds someone to teach him te ins and outs of it.
The spells he DOES have are simple "Shot" type spells.
Defense Mechanisms:
Things such as shooting his feathers off of his wings. Very simple, and hardly worth mentioning.
Strengths: He likes to kill, and he is very good at it. His natural claws are sharper than most weapons, as well.
He is single minded. If he wants something, he won't stop unless he has it.
He is small, and fast. Hard to hit and hard to dodge.
He can fly naturaly, without spells.
Weaknesses:He isn't very strong, at least for a demon.
His small frame means he can easily be sent flying. (No pun intended.)
He is not a "Hardy" person, and can be taken down more easily than most demons.
His single mindedness means he doesn't understand most things about humans, such as emotions other than rage and pleasure.
Most of his spells lack pure power, and instead merely drive his enemy to madness.
Spell List
Fear Alive: Phobia projects a visiion of his oppenent's gretest fear to them, scaring the bejezus out of them.
Dark Shot: A shot of pure dark energy, projected from his hands, or the spines on top of his head.
Gatling Feather: A natural defense, he shoots razor-quilled feathers at his enemy at uzi-like speed. Innacurate at long range.
Weapons and Gear.
Demon Leather armor, made from his mother's tanned hide.
His claws are a natural weapon, obviosly.
A compact, retracting pike, made out of the bones of a Plutonian. It is stronger than steel, able to peirce most armor like it was butter.
Stats:
Strength:10
Dexterity:20
Endurance:5
Intelligence:5
Wisdom:10
Energy:10
