Post by syrissin on Nov 10, 2015 15:21:23 GMT -7
Name: Syrissin
Age: exact age unknown roughly 1000 years. Appears to be in his mid twenties.
Race: Devil
Physical Appearance: He stands six foot two and is off a deceptively lean build. Long sanguine colored hair fades into ash grey down his back. He usually holds it out of his face with a black silk ribbon. Ruby irises softly glow like embers beneath frost though he usually hides them behind mirrored sunglasses. His taste in clothing ranges, although he does possess a preference for suits and dusters.
Personality: Primarily easy going and sarcastic, Syrissin is genuine in everything he feels. A flirt primarily due to his Incubian heritage, he has a problem with women. Though he respects them immensely its his nature as an Incubus that makes it difficult for him to be around them without fighting his demonic nature. Intelligent and tactical Syrissin is a warrior at heart and always battles his desire to snack on the people he protects. He has a tendency to come off as arrogant in battle but he does know when to retreat.
Occupation: Mercenary Assassin
Relations: Cereberus (father) Nevan (Aunt)
History: Born to the sister of Nevan and Cerberus inside Temen-Ni-Gru the demon known as Syrissin spent most of his years combating the hoards that laid within the tower with his unique abilities over flame, ice, and shadow. If he wasn't fighting he was learning about the demon world from his Aunt Nevan or reading ancient texts in the library.
The his entire world changed when the tower rose to meet the skies. It had been several hundred years of boredom and an eager young demon escaped the tower before any of the events inside truly heated up. A sense of dread entered his soul as he watched the tower activate and bolted through the monstrosity. After finding no trace of any of his family and surviving the collapse of his home he was left without any family or home. Making use of his skills he gained a reputation over the years as an assassin and bodyguard. Over time he grew to respect and admire humanity. He still holds onto a vague hope his Aunt and father are alive and continues searching chasing down leads back to Border City hearing rumors of a devil hunter who might now where to look.
Sample Post: The day was setting as the longest night drew near. The moon above was already starting a chorus in his veins. With a thrumming hum Syrissin entered the forest feeling the eyes of money upon him. He probably did look odd to these creatures. This place was a well known area for a high concentration of devils. He looked human enough. Though something was different. Maybe the hair? No human had hair the started a deep crimson and began waining into an ash grey. The eyes were covered behind mirror lensed sun glasses. A black tuxedo with a black shirt and at best did seem odd. A gold tie was the only color he wore. Was this oddity lost?
As hunger overcame the observers the one in question, Syrissin, pulled out and
Lit a cigarette as a blur headed towards him. While the demon was midair a red flash blinded its presence before it heard the sound of a katana sheathing. At the distinct click radiant green lines began to glow and criss-cross the demons body. It couldn't even scream as it's body erupted into emerald flames. Syrissin stood behind the unfortunate victim of his technique before unsummoning his katana from pocket dimension. As the demons watched their comrade burn Syrissin flared his energy and his presence made itself known. The lesser beings fled from the far more powerful devil they foolishly challenged. Snorting with amusement Syrissin calmly walked again towards Border City. His goal was near.
Age: exact age unknown roughly 1000 years. Appears to be in his mid twenties.
Race: Devil
Physical Appearance: He stands six foot two and is off a deceptively lean build. Long sanguine colored hair fades into ash grey down his back. He usually holds it out of his face with a black silk ribbon. Ruby irises softly glow like embers beneath frost though he usually hides them behind mirrored sunglasses. His taste in clothing ranges, although he does possess a preference for suits and dusters.
Personality: Primarily easy going and sarcastic, Syrissin is genuine in everything he feels. A flirt primarily due to his Incubian heritage, he has a problem with women. Though he respects them immensely its his nature as an Incubus that makes it difficult for him to be around them without fighting his demonic nature. Intelligent and tactical Syrissin is a warrior at heart and always battles his desire to snack on the people he protects. He has a tendency to come off as arrogant in battle but he does know when to retreat.
Occupation: Mercenary Assassin
Relations: Cereberus (father) Nevan (Aunt)
History: Born to the sister of Nevan and Cerberus inside Temen-Ni-Gru the demon known as Syrissin spent most of his years combating the hoards that laid within the tower with his unique abilities over flame, ice, and shadow. If he wasn't fighting he was learning about the demon world from his Aunt Nevan or reading ancient texts in the library.
The his entire world changed when the tower rose to meet the skies. It had been several hundred years of boredom and an eager young demon escaped the tower before any of the events inside truly heated up. A sense of dread entered his soul as he watched the tower activate and bolted through the monstrosity. After finding no trace of any of his family and surviving the collapse of his home he was left without any family or home. Making use of his skills he gained a reputation over the years as an assassin and bodyguard. Over time he grew to respect and admire humanity. He still holds onto a vague hope his Aunt and father are alive and continues searching chasing down leads back to Border City hearing rumors of a devil hunter who might now where to look.
Sample Post: The day was setting as the longest night drew near. The moon above was already starting a chorus in his veins. With a thrumming hum Syrissin entered the forest feeling the eyes of money upon him. He probably did look odd to these creatures. This place was a well known area for a high concentration of devils. He looked human enough. Though something was different. Maybe the hair? No human had hair the started a deep crimson and began waining into an ash grey. The eyes were covered behind mirror lensed sun glasses. A black tuxedo with a black shirt and at best did seem odd. A gold tie was the only color he wore. Was this oddity lost?
As hunger overcame the observers the one in question, Syrissin, pulled out and
Lit a cigarette as a blur headed towards him. While the demon was midair a red flash blinded its presence before it heard the sound of a katana sheathing. At the distinct click radiant green lines began to glow and criss-cross the demons body. It couldn't even scream as it's body erupted into emerald flames. Syrissin stood behind the unfortunate victim of his technique before unsummoning his katana from pocket dimension. As the demons watched their comrade burn Syrissin flared his energy and his presence made itself known. The lesser beings fled from the far more powerful devil they foolishly challenged. Snorting with amusement Syrissin calmly walked again towards Border City. His goal was near.
I liiiiiiiiiive!
