Post by cheshire on Sept 15, 2008 22:19:18 GMT -1
Character Name:
Caldron (or as he loves to be called “Çhe§hire” after his favorite character the Cheshire cat)
Species:
Low level Demon
Age, Gender:
nine hundred fourteen years old/ Male
Description:
A Large, Hairless cat standing two maybe three feet tall, four feet in length, his tail four to five feet long its self, over sized for this creature, Odd, tattoo like marks across his face and body, tribal designs is the only way to explain, His large ears are cut up, and eaten away his body scared over in much the same way as if he had been severally burned. Large yellow eyes which seem to stare straight through any his gaze rests upon, so intense so full up hatred, disgust, cruelty, so painful and sorrowful all at the same time, so sadistic they would see to set ones soul ablaze. Large paws though oddly enough all four look as though he could use them as a human would there hands. His smile, so human… Though his teeth and claws are hard and sharp, enough to rend a variety of substances such as: wood, soft metals, & even cinderblock.
The only other forums Caldron takes (not to say he can’t take any others) is that of a large black house cat, or a stuffed cat.
Personality:
Caldron is chaotic (so much so if you took a hundred delusional schizophrenic manic narcissists and put them all in one room he may have more personalities then that room currently holds) though for a general over view will say, “eccentric”. Always talking to himself and arguing with invisible beings, and most of the time speaking in rhymes and riddles.
Caldron is disgusted with life, the idea of “innocence” its all just a lie to him, a hundred years old or one minute old to him is no difference, a sinner a lire and a being that dose not deserve the gift of life.
Always bored Caldron will cause wars so he may sit on the side lines and watch as being slaughter each other. Always looking for entertainment weather he is driving someone mad or casing death and misery the only things worth existing for to this demon are blood, death, misery, pain, and humiliation of others.
History:
Caldrons actually nine hundred years of existence is sketchy at best, as you may have already figured out, for the longest time that’s all he did exist, bored, unfeeling and dark, he soon roamed the mortal realms leaning of this gift of life, longing perhaps to experience it, going against most of his impulses walking though the world as a man, a lower level demon in a human forum. Unknowing to him as to who or why this happened he was suddenly cast of his human forum and into the deepest depths of hell, cursing him never again to parade himself as a man, cursed to remain in hell for eternity. This is where a demon called Lilith found him trapped suffering caged in hell, a growing and everlasting hatred for all things possessing life. For unknown reasons to him she took pity on him maybe? Though he’s never ask, she found ways to help him, helping him escape hell once again and allowing him to roam once more. Now repaying his debts to her and making up for lost time.
Now reborn from the tears of the darkest tragedies of men, the worst fears of little children Caldron is darkness, “or so he claims”
He is the envoy to all levels of hell and self proclaimed messenger of sorrow and death.
It is said, at lest by him, that WWI and II were his doing, that the Black Pelage was brought on in a fuss of boredom and kept him entertained for months! He calms to have been Manson’s first kitten, serial killers mass murders death where you can find it, Caldron would probably claim to have been behind it.
Though its hard to tell if anything this demonic feline says is true or not, the known facts are that he was behind the first world war, and had some hand in the second. The Rwanda incident it played a major role in, and as for the Black Plague he was always there at the sidelines cheering on the Mistress of Disease.
Powers/Training/Experience/weaknesses: Caldron posse’s acute senses. Able to hear a person's heartbeat at a distance of 20 feet, tell whether someone is lying by listening to changes in the heart's rhythm. Even identify people by the specific patterns of their heartbeats. He can track a person or object by smell, or by sound, his sense of touch remarkable. Able to feel the faint impressions of ink on a printed page from the pads on his feet, allowing him to read by touch should he want to. The rest of his skin equally sensitive, enabling him to perceive minute changes in the temperature and pressure of the surrounding atmosphere. His physical strength agility, speed, and stamina greatly exceed that of most other beings.
With some consternation Caldron is sometimes able to endues dreams & enter into one’s dreams Caldron even Posses some hypnotic talents as well, – including illusion and thought-casting even hypnotic suggestion, exerting his will over whoever might look him in his eyes, able to make them see, feel, or sometimes even do, things only his morbid mind could dream up.
Although for this to work again, he must maintain eye contact until he has planted his illusions, thoughts, or suggestions.
Caldron‘s powers of regeneration are strong enough to re-grow missing appendages.
Buts he’s only ever needed it for his tail... or so he says.
He claims that he has nine lives. Of course he also clams to be a Master in the occult arts and to have “acquired” additional powers through pacts with satanic entities, thought theirs no real merit to the claims.
His biggest Downfalls though are his powers, though he has them he is not immune, sometimes just to pass the boredom he’ll sit in front of a mirror using his powers on himself allowing him to see such harried visions a mortal mind couldn’t handle it, just to please himself, and his skin is so fragile and sensitive one good hit could send him writhing in pain for hours.
Family/Ties:
Repulsed by the idea of “family” Caldron wants nothing to do with anyone or anything beyond his own entertainment only holding ties with Lilith to repay his debt.
RP Sample:
Seemingly out of nowhere a cold murderous breeze crept through the air could enough to send a chill down the bravest of spins, suddenly the over powering smells of sulfur and burning brimstone filled the air, able to choke anyone around, as what could only be described as a ripple rolled through mid air, as if someone had tossed a pebble into the pool of reality, as suddenly two black designs.. as if something like tattoos entered through this ripple in space, time, and reality, its self floating, no crawling though the air as they move about, the two splitting, then splitting again and again until there were a number of them each one coming to rest in a different spot almost forming a shape, then two catlike ears proofed into existent, then the teeth, then his body and color seemed to phase in and out for a moment before finally revealing the large cat like creature. the boards against the floor creaked beneath his massive paws as his form took shape an almost human grin about his face, his massive yellow eyes looking about malevolently, his tail while looking as though its was to long for his body size. being about four or five feet long twitched and cracked like a whip behind him as he glanced about to see what is anything there was, worthy his masterful attention--
Pictures:
Celeb: Gerrad Butler
Caldron (or as he loves to be called “Çhe§hire” after his favorite character the Cheshire cat)
Species:
Low level Demon
Age, Gender:
nine hundred fourteen years old/ Male
Description:
A Large, Hairless cat standing two maybe three feet tall, four feet in length, his tail four to five feet long its self, over sized for this creature, Odd, tattoo like marks across his face and body, tribal designs is the only way to explain, His large ears are cut up, and eaten away his body scared over in much the same way as if he had been severally burned. Large yellow eyes which seem to stare straight through any his gaze rests upon, so intense so full up hatred, disgust, cruelty, so painful and sorrowful all at the same time, so sadistic they would see to set ones soul ablaze. Large paws though oddly enough all four look as though he could use them as a human would there hands. His smile, so human… Though his teeth and claws are hard and sharp, enough to rend a variety of substances such as: wood, soft metals, & even cinderblock.
The only other forums Caldron takes (not to say he can’t take any others) is that of a large black house cat, or a stuffed cat.
Personality:
Caldron is chaotic (so much so if you took a hundred delusional schizophrenic manic narcissists and put them all in one room he may have more personalities then that room currently holds) though for a general over view will say, “eccentric”. Always talking to himself and arguing with invisible beings, and most of the time speaking in rhymes and riddles.
Caldron is disgusted with life, the idea of “innocence” its all just a lie to him, a hundred years old or one minute old to him is no difference, a sinner a lire and a being that dose not deserve the gift of life.
Always bored Caldron will cause wars so he may sit on the side lines and watch as being slaughter each other. Always looking for entertainment weather he is driving someone mad or casing death and misery the only things worth existing for to this demon are blood, death, misery, pain, and humiliation of others.
History:
Caldrons actually nine hundred years of existence is sketchy at best, as you may have already figured out, for the longest time that’s all he did exist, bored, unfeeling and dark, he soon roamed the mortal realms leaning of this gift of life, longing perhaps to experience it, going against most of his impulses walking though the world as a man, a lower level demon in a human forum. Unknowing to him as to who or why this happened he was suddenly cast of his human forum and into the deepest depths of hell, cursing him never again to parade himself as a man, cursed to remain in hell for eternity. This is where a demon called Lilith found him trapped suffering caged in hell, a growing and everlasting hatred for all things possessing life. For unknown reasons to him she took pity on him maybe? Though he’s never ask, she found ways to help him, helping him escape hell once again and allowing him to roam once more. Now repaying his debts to her and making up for lost time.
Now reborn from the tears of the darkest tragedies of men, the worst fears of little children Caldron is darkness, “or so he claims”
He is the envoy to all levels of hell and self proclaimed messenger of sorrow and death.
It is said, at lest by him, that WWI and II were his doing, that the Black Pelage was brought on in a fuss of boredom and kept him entertained for months! He calms to have been Manson’s first kitten, serial killers mass murders death where you can find it, Caldron would probably claim to have been behind it.
Though its hard to tell if anything this demonic feline says is true or not, the known facts are that he was behind the first world war, and had some hand in the second. The Rwanda incident it played a major role in, and as for the Black Plague he was always there at the sidelines cheering on the Mistress of Disease.
Powers/Training/Experience/weaknesses: Caldron posse’s acute senses. Able to hear a person's heartbeat at a distance of 20 feet, tell whether someone is lying by listening to changes in the heart's rhythm. Even identify people by the specific patterns of their heartbeats. He can track a person or object by smell, or by sound, his sense of touch remarkable. Able to feel the faint impressions of ink on a printed page from the pads on his feet, allowing him to read by touch should he want to. The rest of his skin equally sensitive, enabling him to perceive minute changes in the temperature and pressure of the surrounding atmosphere. His physical strength agility, speed, and stamina greatly exceed that of most other beings.
With some consternation Caldron is sometimes able to endues dreams & enter into one’s dreams Caldron even Posses some hypnotic talents as well, – including illusion and thought-casting even hypnotic suggestion, exerting his will over whoever might look him in his eyes, able to make them see, feel, or sometimes even do, things only his morbid mind could dream up.
Although for this to work again, he must maintain eye contact until he has planted his illusions, thoughts, or suggestions.
Caldron‘s powers of regeneration are strong enough to re-grow missing appendages.
Buts he’s only ever needed it for his tail... or so he says.
He claims that he has nine lives. Of course he also clams to be a Master in the occult arts and to have “acquired” additional powers through pacts with satanic entities, thought theirs no real merit to the claims.
His biggest Downfalls though are his powers, though he has them he is not immune, sometimes just to pass the boredom he’ll sit in front of a mirror using his powers on himself allowing him to see such harried visions a mortal mind couldn’t handle it, just to please himself, and his skin is so fragile and sensitive one good hit could send him writhing in pain for hours.
Family/Ties:
Repulsed by the idea of “family” Caldron wants nothing to do with anyone or anything beyond his own entertainment only holding ties with Lilith to repay his debt.
RP Sample:
Seemingly out of nowhere a cold murderous breeze crept through the air could enough to send a chill down the bravest of spins, suddenly the over powering smells of sulfur and burning brimstone filled the air, able to choke anyone around, as what could only be described as a ripple rolled through mid air, as if someone had tossed a pebble into the pool of reality, as suddenly two black designs.. as if something like tattoos entered through this ripple in space, time, and reality, its self floating, no crawling though the air as they move about, the two splitting, then splitting again and again until there were a number of them each one coming to rest in a different spot almost forming a shape, then two catlike ears proofed into existent, then the teeth, then his body and color seemed to phase in and out for a moment before finally revealing the large cat like creature. the boards against the floor creaked beneath his massive paws as his form took shape an almost human grin about his face, his massive yellow eyes looking about malevolently, his tail while looking as though its was to long for his body size. being about four or five feet long twitched and cracked like a whip behind him as he glanced about to see what is anything there was, worthy his masterful attention--
Pictures:
Celeb: Gerrad Butler
