Post by Blank Chambers on May 8, 2009 11:34:08 GMT -8
About You
Age: They know
Experience: 4+ years
Contact Information: Given
Your Character
Name: Blank Chambers
Age: 24, going on 25 in 5 months
Race: Demoneater
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 180lbs
General Appearance:
Family:
Personality: He isn't one to really talk about his past. In fact, he tries to avoid it seeing how he feels that the only ones that really need to know about it are himself and IF he decides to continue the line through his own loins, his woman. Then, the children could know of course seeing how they should know they are doomed. He is usually calm, not getting easily riled up... That is until he becomes hungry.
When the hunger strikes, he loses more and more of the civilized side of him, Blank almost going feral actually until he has fed. He has no issue with killing. No problem with blood or gore or any of the things that relate to it. Though he can be somewhat reckless when it comes to himself, if he forms a bond with anyone, he is protective over them and will be at their side in an instant if they need help and if he can get to them.
He has times where he may go off and brood, but this may have to do with the fact that he feels that there is not enough time as he hadn't gotten the chance to do all that he wanted to do.
Hobbies:
Powers:
- Enhanced Senses
- Strength
- Absorption
History:
In Greek mythology, there is a tale of Pandora's Box... Well, several as there are different versions. What they all had in common was that a woman was created and was named Pandora. She was given several gifts. The two that were the main topic; curiosity given to her by all the Gods and a sealed pot that she was told never to open. Due to the firstly mentioned gift, she ended up opening the box and unleashed all the evils, ills, burdens, and darkness into the world and onto mankind. A bit dramatic in Blank Chabers' opinion actually seeing how it didn't really go that way. In fact, Blank's ancestor wasn't the first mortal woman. Nothing near that. The situation actually happened only about a year before the stories spread.
The true history of that was way back then, there was a somewhat too curious witch by the name of Pandora. A witch and a thief. She had heard about a powerful witch that had, in an attempt to make the world a better place, had locked away dark magicks and the evil entities he had managed to contain inside of a magicked pot that looked to be made of clay... and she hadn't been able to resist the temptation of seeing for herself. She had found the hiding place of the pot after figuring out a way to get close to Epimeth. Then, one day when he was distracted with a self-made project of his, she opened the pot. Epimeth was of course enranged when he found out. He couldn't do any bodily harm personally like he sure as hell wanted to.. But he did the second best thing. He placed a curse on her and all that would come from her.
The curse placed on her and her bloodline was that until all of the dark magicks and evil entities were locked back away into the pot, they would all meet violent horrible unhappy ends at latest, shortly after reaching full physical maturity. In short, 25 years into their lives. Ends that did not come swiftly but sometimes would drag on for days weeks or months. This is one of the reasons why the Chambers line happens to have large families through the generations. There is a high mortality rate so having more than two children survive to adulthood per family isn't common at all.
After several generations of this situation, the Chambers somehow managed to form a ritual to help them in their quest to resist genocide. Every creature has a natural predator. Seeing how most of the evils that had escaped the pot had taken form of demons, the Chambers decided to give up their humanity to become Demoneaters. This would allow them to be able to stand up against the same Demons that they were fated to seal back away as well as being able to better track them.
The ritual half worked. The Demoneaters would be born every third generation in the bloodline and there would only be one born per parent.... Or so it happened until Blank's generation. His was not supposed to be the one with the Demoneater within it. Because of this, Blank- the fifth child in the 'litter' was given his name. They hadn't planned much for him. Even as all his other siblings died.
Upon finding out that he was a Demoneater, he was immediately brought into training though the training wasn't the best seeing how there weren't any previous generation Demoneaters still alive to teach him what they knew. He mainly had to stick to his natural instincts to survive and do what he was set out to do. What all the Chambers had as a goal...
RP Sample:
A shaking breath came from his somewhat trembling form. Then, it was followed by another. It was almost always like this. It always took at least a small handful of moments for him to get completely back to normal. For him to calm down out of the hunting mode, out of the feeding mode.... especially when he cut it this close. He gave almost a groan as he brought himself to stand up. Then, he looked at the mess around him. Or rather, on him. He was covered. It was as if he had splashed on a warpaint made from demon's blood. The taste of it coated his mouth and the flesh filled his stomach which was already working on burning it up to fuel his body.
Alright, he would remember not to e so picky next time. Not to wait so long in between meals. But t had been hard to fight his instincts. He had been tracking this particular demon for days and it had been more than worth the wait now that he had a chance to calm down and now that he was no longer starving literally to death. All that remained of the demon now were scraps of clothing, the bones that had been in its body, and a few slivers of meat here and there. That, and of course the blood. The blood was splattered all over the alleyway like some blind gangster with a severe case if palsy had tried to write the declaration of independence on the walls.
A shiver went through him but it wasn't one of disgust or even remorse. No, it was more of an aftershock of the excitement that had been coursing through him as he had hunted the demon, cornered it, then tore it apart to feed on it. His heart was still racing some. Blank gave a swallow then wiped his face with a sleeve before shaking his head some as he realized how little that would help seeing how the tattered sleeve was about as stained as the rest of him was. He must have looked like hell. He certainly smelled like it, the blackness painting him smelling like a cross between blood and brimstone. Shaking his head, he just peeled the shirt off. There wasn't enough of it to be considered actual clothing anymore. Anyways, it would be better to have it off seeing how having demo blood rubbed into open wounds wouldn't exactly be sanitary.
A chuckle slipped out of him at that thought. Not sanitary. Eating demons wasn't exactly that either. His chuckle silenced as suddenly as it had come as he slowly looked up. Rain. As rare as it was, it seemed someone up there did have some mercy on him sometimes. He closed his eyes as the rain came down harder. Nature's shower. As the rain came down decently, he rubbed away the black blood of his last meal and ran his fingers through his hair to get whatever mess had gotten in it, rinsed out. It was only when he no longer looked to be impersonating the abomination off of Underworld, and was back to his normal flesh tone, that he walked out of the alleyway and into the actual streets.
He was slicking his hair back and out of his face when his keen sense of hearing picked up something. He wasn't alone. At least, within twelve feet, he wasn't. With the rain falling the way it was, it was hard for him to pick up a scent properly. All the blood in the ally didn't help things either as it was now spreading out from the alley due to the fact that the water was carrying it to the nearest gutter that happened to be a short distance away from where he now stood. There was as much of a chance of this being an innocent as it was of it being a potential foe or second course. All he could do was turn in the direction of where he heard the sound from.
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