Name:'Lord' Voltaire.
age: 30000000.
Race: Demon.
Elemental Affinity: Darkness.
gender: Male.
sexuality (strait, bi, gay): Strait.
personality: Voltaire is a very energetic 'person' often doing things for fun, such as toying with his opponents and letting them attack him before cutting them down, enjoying every second.
He can often act sadistic, insulting his opponents and slicing off limbs before delivering the finishing blow.
In battle, Voltaire often taunts his opponents with such quotes as 'come on, this was supposed to be a fight, I don't see you fighting!' or insults like 'You fight as bad as your mother, believe me, I would know.' to anger his enemies into making mistakes, then sending his minions to rip them to shreds.
In demon form, Voltaire hardly talks at all, only making low growling noises as his enemies whilst attacking, mutilating the corpse and eating several limbs to to his loss of control and the gain of bloodlust.
Around women, Voltaire will act as a stereotypical, charming Italian, killing them only if he wants to very much.
Appearence: Volatire has the appearance of a strong 30 or so year old man with pure white, medium lengthed hair covering one eye. His eyes are different colours, one is a dark red, the one covered by his hair, and his other is a pale grey colour, which changes depending on his mood(E.G. Red=Angry, Blue=Sad, Green=Happy, Yellow=Sadistic.)
He wears a black shirt which is covered by a blood red coat which is seperated at the front due to there being no way to zip it or button it up, he also wears a pair of blue jeans and black boots.
Allignment: Pure Neutral, will act good one day, then go on an evil killing spree the next.
History: Voltaire was born a great long time ago, floating around in an empty abyss until the 'big bang' occured, almost completely destroying him.
The next thing he knew, he found himself on a planet named 'earth' in medievil times, born into the body of a child in Italy, where he grew, fully aware of what he was but faking being a human until he was of the 'bodily age' of 30, when he chose to reveal his true self, killing his 'parents' and all of his 'friends' and went on a slaughter spree, destroying two whole villages in one night.
Voltaire layed low for a for a few centuries before sailing to the 'vermunda triangle' in the middle of the ocean, where he found Hell's Gates and entered the underworld, claiming his seat as a 'king' of sorts, commanding armies of demons to spew forth from the earth and kill to their hearts content.
It was only the next day when about half of the army died somehow after their demon form being exposed to the atmosphere for too long, making Voltaire pass a law to only expose their true selves for short amounts of time.
Race Abilities:
Super Strength(About the same as a Vampire Lord.)
Super Speed(Slower than Vampires)
Hellspawn(Meaning summoning lesser demons, for higher ranking demons only)
Devil Form(basically releasing the demon's true form for a short period of time.
Natural Armour(Meaning they are extremely 'tough', allowing them to live through many strong attacks.
Weapons:
1: A longsword that Volatire named 'Hades', it's hilt is a demon's skull with horns and it's blade it about twice as thick as Voltaire's neck and about about a metre and a quarter long.
2: A pair of 'triple-chucks' named Griffin and Kraken.
3: A hellish scythe with the elemental power of fire named Prometheus.
Rp sample: 1am in the human world in a country called Russia, the perfect time for wreaking havok, when all the 'night-shift' guards were the only ones awake, well, them and the people that were at christmas eve parties.
This is gonna be fun... Thinks Voltaire, squatting on a large memorial stone in the shape of a large cylinder, pointed at thw top where he was squatted.
Voltaire reaches into his pocket and pulls out Inferno, his crossbow, and aims it at a nearby patrol of four guards, pulling the trigger twice, once to hit the ground infront of them and the other to pierce a guard throguh the head, maknig him fall to the ground.
Voltaire jumps down from the cylinder and lands perfectly, pulling out his Triple-Chucks and spinning them aronud at high speeds, making the illusions of two hurricanes extending from his hands as he walks towards them, hitting one across the head and another in the genitals, making them both fall to the floor, dead.
Voltaire turns to the last remaining guard, who was pointing a gun at his face as he backs away. Voltaire tilts his head and grins as the guard points the gun at his own head and fires, taking his own life, Ah, damn, where's the fun in that? He asks aloud, kneeling near the body and reciting an incantation, Hm...Send him to the...3rd circle of hell, that should do it. He chuckles, turning and walking away.
age: 30000000.
Race: Demon.
Elemental Affinity: Darkness.
gender: Male.
sexuality (strait, bi, gay): Strait.
personality: Voltaire is a very energetic 'person' often doing things for fun, such as toying with his opponents and letting them attack him before cutting them down, enjoying every second.
He can often act sadistic, insulting his opponents and slicing off limbs before delivering the finishing blow.
In battle, Voltaire often taunts his opponents with such quotes as 'come on, this was supposed to be a fight, I don't see you fighting!' or insults like 'You fight as bad as your mother, believe me, I would know.' to anger his enemies into making mistakes, then sending his minions to rip them to shreds.
In demon form, Voltaire hardly talks at all, only making low growling noises as his enemies whilst attacking, mutilating the corpse and eating several limbs to to his loss of control and the gain of bloodlust.
Around women, Voltaire will act as a stereotypical, charming Italian, killing them only if he wants to very much.
Appearence: Volatire has the appearance of a strong 30 or so year old man with pure white, medium lengthed hair covering one eye. His eyes are different colours, one is a dark red, the one covered by his hair, and his other is a pale grey colour, which changes depending on his mood(E.G. Red=Angry, Blue=Sad, Green=Happy, Yellow=Sadistic.)
He wears a black shirt which is covered by a blood red coat which is seperated at the front due to there being no way to zip it or button it up, he also wears a pair of blue jeans and black boots.
Allignment: Pure Neutral, will act good one day, then go on an evil killing spree the next.
History: Voltaire was born a great long time ago, floating around in an empty abyss until the 'big bang' occured, almost completely destroying him.
The next thing he knew, he found himself on a planet named 'earth' in medievil times, born into the body of a child in Italy, where he grew, fully aware of what he was but faking being a human until he was of the 'bodily age' of 30, when he chose to reveal his true self, killing his 'parents' and all of his 'friends' and went on a slaughter spree, destroying two whole villages in one night.
Voltaire layed low for a for a few centuries before sailing to the 'vermunda triangle' in the middle of the ocean, where he found Hell's Gates and entered the underworld, claiming his seat as a 'king' of sorts, commanding armies of demons to spew forth from the earth and kill to their hearts content.
It was only the next day when about half of the army died somehow after their demon form being exposed to the atmosphere for too long, making Voltaire pass a law to only expose their true selves for short amounts of time.
Race Abilities:
Super Strength(About the same as a Vampire Lord.)
Super Speed(Slower than Vampires)
Hellspawn(Meaning summoning lesser demons, for higher ranking demons only)
Devil Form(basically releasing the demon's true form for a short period of time.
Natural Armour(Meaning they are extremely 'tough', allowing them to live through many strong attacks.
Weapons:
1: A longsword that Volatire named 'Hades', it's hilt is a demon's skull with horns and it's blade it about twice as thick as Voltaire's neck and about about a metre and a quarter long.
2: A pair of 'triple-chucks' named Griffin and Kraken.
3: A hellish scythe with the elemental power of fire named Prometheus.
Rp sample: 1am in the human world in a country called Russia, the perfect time for wreaking havok, when all the 'night-shift' guards were the only ones awake, well, them and the people that were at christmas eve parties.
This is gonna be fun... Thinks Voltaire, squatting on a large memorial stone in the shape of a large cylinder, pointed at thw top where he was squatted.
Voltaire reaches into his pocket and pulls out Inferno, his crossbow, and aims it at a nearby patrol of four guards, pulling the trigger twice, once to hit the ground infront of them and the other to pierce a guard throguh the head, maknig him fall to the ground.
Voltaire jumps down from the cylinder and lands perfectly, pulling out his Triple-Chucks and spinning them aronud at high speeds, making the illusions of two hurricanes extending from his hands as he walks towards them, hitting one across the head and another in the genitals, making them both fall to the floor, dead.
Voltaire turns to the last remaining guard, who was pointing a gun at his face as he backs away. Voltaire tilts his head and grins as the guard points the gun at his own head and fires, taking his own life, Ah, damn, where's the fun in that? He asks aloud, kneeling near the body and reciting an incantation, Hm...Send him to the...3rd circle of hell, that should do it. He chuckles, turning and walking away.
