Post by phrostphyre on Mar 8, 2011 21:35:13 GMT -5
Name: Michael Lucifer,
Age: 891 years, looks anywhere from 21 to 25
Race: Demon
Occupation: Crown Prince of Hell
Allegiance: His dad. Scary bastard.
Physical Description: Michael doesn't need a demon form to scare people. Just his name and occupation send most hardened demons into spastic fits of urinating themselves and tears. Tall and handsome. With soft, kind gray eyes that can harden in an instant, and shoulder length dark bound back in a pony tail, Michael Lucifer looks like he would be a good father. He moves with the grace of a large predatory animal, like a wolf or cougar. His shoulders are in between broad and slim, a reflection of his average height for a demon: 6’ 1”. Though handsome, his face is marred by a slightly crooked nose and a scar, going from the jaw of his left cheek to midway up it. His features are almost noble, but then one realizes that he can’t be, not the son of an unknown man and prostitute in an unnamed city (That I'm to lazy to name. Also, his human cover story.) They’re not memorable, but they’re not forgettable, either.
All most always wearing a black shirt and double breasted coat with a dark colored kilt, the style of dress of his chosen people, the Gaels, Michael prefers the kilt as it allows ease of movement only matched in a knee length tunic. When wearing a tunic, Michael usually belts it at the waist and wears it to relax. At parties, the usual outfit of a gentleman is worn: respectable breeches, hose, and a coat.
His armor is a breastplate, a tunic of mail, and a kite shield of fire. With the ability to form any weapon of fire, simply by visualizing it, Michael has a large inventory available to choose from. He generally chooses a sword, though a spear isn't unlikely. The armor glows with an unholy fire, but appears metallic. His wings are the gray of a cloudy night, the result of an ancestor about four generations being a fallen angel and passing his wings on; they skip generations every now and then, and Michael wound up with them.
Personality As an officer and a gentleman, Michael does his best to maintain a sense of decorum and standards, including knowing when to take a walk around the hill, to allow his troops time to torture needed information out of a captive. Not that he's had much practice at leading demons in battle. Calm under fire and pressure of all most any kind, Michael is most awkward with females, having spent so little time with any of them, including his mother. Able to use his razor sharp wit and intelligence to out maneuver any scheming demonic noble, Michael fails only against demons older than him or his father, who he lives in mortal terror of.
While extremely knowledgeable in political, social, or military situations, lack of experience in all but the first mean that Michael generally falls flat on his face by making a fool of himself, making the wrong decision, or saying the wrong thing and ending up trying keep himself from getting carved up like ham, while trying to carve his opponent into a cutlet.
Although a being of pure, inexplicable evil, about the only thing Michael does to let this out is kill off extremely low demons as they scurry by, hoping to escape either him or his father. Even this can't keep it at bay though, so about once a year Michael explodes and destroys several fortresses on the Lower Planes. Eventually he calms down, and helps rebuild most of them.
History
Roleplaying Sample N/A
Thoughts: Don, I’m working on this whenever I get a spare moment, like right now.
Age: 891 years, looks anywhere from 21 to 25
Race: Demon
Occupation: Crown Prince of Hell
Allegiance: His dad. Scary bastard.
Physical Description: Michael doesn't need a demon form to scare people. Just his name and occupation send most hardened demons into spastic fits of urinating themselves and tears. Tall and handsome. With soft, kind gray eyes that can harden in an instant, and shoulder length dark bound back in a pony tail, Michael Lucifer looks like he would be a good father. He moves with the grace of a large predatory animal, like a wolf or cougar. His shoulders are in between broad and slim, a reflection of his average height for a demon: 6’ 1”. Though handsome, his face is marred by a slightly crooked nose and a scar, going from the jaw of his left cheek to midway up it. His features are almost noble, but then one realizes that he can’t be, not the son of an unknown man and prostitute in an unnamed city (That I'm to lazy to name. Also, his human cover story.) They’re not memorable, but they’re not forgettable, either.
All most always wearing a black shirt and double breasted coat with a dark colored kilt, the style of dress of his chosen people, the Gaels, Michael prefers the kilt as it allows ease of movement only matched in a knee length tunic. When wearing a tunic, Michael usually belts it at the waist and wears it to relax. At parties, the usual outfit of a gentleman is worn: respectable breeches, hose, and a coat.
His armor is a breastplate, a tunic of mail, and a kite shield of fire. With the ability to form any weapon of fire, simply by visualizing it, Michael has a large inventory available to choose from. He generally chooses a sword, though a spear isn't unlikely. The armor glows with an unholy fire, but appears metallic. His wings are the gray of a cloudy night, the result of an ancestor about four generations being a fallen angel and passing his wings on; they skip generations every now and then, and Michael wound up with them.
Personality As an officer and a gentleman, Michael does his best to maintain a sense of decorum and standards, including knowing when to take a walk around the hill, to allow his troops time to torture needed information out of a captive. Not that he's had much practice at leading demons in battle. Calm under fire and pressure of all most any kind, Michael is most awkward with females, having spent so little time with any of them, including his mother. Able to use his razor sharp wit and intelligence to out maneuver any scheming demonic noble, Michael fails only against demons older than him or his father, who he lives in mortal terror of.
While extremely knowledgeable in political, social, or military situations, lack of experience in all but the first mean that Michael generally falls flat on his face by making a fool of himself, making the wrong decision, or saying the wrong thing and ending up trying keep himself from getting carved up like ham, while trying to carve his opponent into a cutlet.
Although a being of pure, inexplicable evil, about the only thing Michael does to let this out is kill off extremely low demons as they scurry by, hoping to escape either him or his father. Even this can't keep it at bay though, so about once a year Michael explodes and destroys several fortresses on the Lower Planes. Eventually he calms down, and helps rebuild most of them.
History
Roleplaying Sample N/A
Thoughts: Don, I’m working on this whenever I get a spare moment, like right now.
