Post by Toren on Oct 2, 2008 0:29:41 GMT -1
Character Name:
Toren
Species:
Upper Level Demon
Age:
Ageless
Gender:
Male
Description:
Toren has many appearances, including nothingness, a black mass without distinction. In human form however, he stands 6'2", and weighs about 180lbs. His appearance is not so intimidating. He has black hair, sometimes curly, sometimes straight. His eyes range from a deep brown, to onyx black. He likes to keep facial hair to hide his somewhat baby face.
Personality:
Toren is a demon, so he cares for no one but himself and is willing to do what it takes, to get what he wants. He prides himself in the art of deception. He is underhanded, sneaky, has no concept of truth, and does what it takes to get the job done. Toren's sole purpose is to invoke the Seven Deadly sins in any way possible, through any means necessary, including possession.
History:
Toren has been around for centuries, forgetting his actual age, or how he came to be. He was sent to Earth by Beelzeboul, Prince of Demons himself. His ascension was a gift from Beelzeboul. He has changed his name several times over the ages. At one time, he was known as Tenebrion, the spirit of darkness. He changed his name to Cheitan, demon born of smoke, after the Roman Catholic Church thought they had put Tenebrion to rest by exorcism, only for him to find a new home.
Through many names, and many homes, Toren has traveled all over Europe, Asia, all the great continents. Recently, he has felt a pull. Some significant force has been pulling him closer and closer to what possibly could be the epitome of Hell itself. Now, he finds himself in England, with open arms... or so he'd hate to think...
Powers/Training/Experience/weaknesses
Demoniacal Possession
Hallucinations
Whisper thoughts in someone's mind
Manifest One's Emotions
Fears God
Fears Christianity
Weakened by Masses of Religious
Weakened by Prayer
Family/Ties:
All demons..
RP Sample:
He peered through his onyx crested eyes at the lonely soul. The young girl felt so out of place, lost, confused. There was a spark, a flicker in her eyes. Toren knew what that meant, easy prey. He crouched down, placing his palm flat against his mouth, as if to kiss it. He let it fall from his mouth, as if blowing a kiss to the young girl.
The girl's eyes widened, almost as if she were suddenly paranoid, frantic. She looked around the cold alley, kicking cardboard, newspapers. There, beneath a pile of trash, a handgun, how convenient. She picked it up. First, she held it to her chest. Toren could hear her heart beat speed, the pulse thrumming in her neck. He laughed, then whispered to her, "Go ahead, you know you want to. Why should they have all the money. Don't they see you? They would spit on you if they could."
The girl began to cry. Toren became a mist among the wind as he drifted toward the girl. He wrapped himself around her, letting his words caress her skin. "You deserve it. This isn't the lifestyle for you! No one will ever know. They treated you wrong, now you should show them some respect. Homeless.. Is that what you want out of life?"
The girl placed the gun to her mouth, kissing the cool steel. A shade of anger, hostility slowly closed down over her eyes as she took the gun, tucking it in the back of her pants. She wiped the tears from her face and steadied herself. She heard voices coming up the alley and hid.
Pictures:
Character portrayed by Steven Strait
Toren
Species:
Upper Level Demon
Age:
Ageless
Gender:
Male
Description:
Toren has many appearances, including nothingness, a black mass without distinction. In human form however, he stands 6'2", and weighs about 180lbs. His appearance is not so intimidating. He has black hair, sometimes curly, sometimes straight. His eyes range from a deep brown, to onyx black. He likes to keep facial hair to hide his somewhat baby face.
Personality:
Toren is a demon, so he cares for no one but himself and is willing to do what it takes, to get what he wants. He prides himself in the art of deception. He is underhanded, sneaky, has no concept of truth, and does what it takes to get the job done. Toren's sole purpose is to invoke the Seven Deadly sins in any way possible, through any means necessary, including possession.
History:
Toren has been around for centuries, forgetting his actual age, or how he came to be. He was sent to Earth by Beelzeboul, Prince of Demons himself. His ascension was a gift from Beelzeboul. He has changed his name several times over the ages. At one time, he was known as Tenebrion, the spirit of darkness. He changed his name to Cheitan, demon born of smoke, after the Roman Catholic Church thought they had put Tenebrion to rest by exorcism, only for him to find a new home.
Through many names, and many homes, Toren has traveled all over Europe, Asia, all the great continents. Recently, he has felt a pull. Some significant force has been pulling him closer and closer to what possibly could be the epitome of Hell itself. Now, he finds himself in England, with open arms... or so he'd hate to think...
Powers/Training/Experience/weaknesses
Demoniacal Possession
Hallucinations
Whisper thoughts in someone's mind
Manifest One's Emotions
Fears God
Fears Christianity
Weakened by Masses of Religious
Weakened by Prayer
Family/Ties:
All demons..
RP Sample:
He peered through his onyx crested eyes at the lonely soul. The young girl felt so out of place, lost, confused. There was a spark, a flicker in her eyes. Toren knew what that meant, easy prey. He crouched down, placing his palm flat against his mouth, as if to kiss it. He let it fall from his mouth, as if blowing a kiss to the young girl.
The girl's eyes widened, almost as if she were suddenly paranoid, frantic. She looked around the cold alley, kicking cardboard, newspapers. There, beneath a pile of trash, a handgun, how convenient. She picked it up. First, she held it to her chest. Toren could hear her heart beat speed, the pulse thrumming in her neck. He laughed, then whispered to her, "Go ahead, you know you want to. Why should they have all the money. Don't they see you? They would spit on you if they could."
The girl began to cry. Toren became a mist among the wind as he drifted toward the girl. He wrapped himself around her, letting his words caress her skin. "You deserve it. This isn't the lifestyle for you! No one will ever know. They treated you wrong, now you should show them some respect. Homeless.. Is that what you want out of life?"
The girl placed the gun to her mouth, kissing the cool steel. A shade of anger, hostility slowly closed down over her eyes as she took the gun, tucking it in the back of her pants. She wiped the tears from her face and steadied herself. She heard voices coming up the alley and hid.
Pictures:
Character portrayed by Steven Strait
