Post by Belial on Apr 25, 2010 15:31:10 GMT -6
[ Belial The Deceiver ]
]The Basics[/color]
- Gender: Male
- Age: (Age is unknown to his own self; possibly centuries) (Appears in his 20s)
- Affiliation: Villain
- Canon / Original: Original
- Face Claim [if original]: Sean O'Pry
Personality[/size][/font][/color]
Desriptive Words[/u]
- Manipulative
- Sadistic
- Analytic
Powers & AbilitiesWeaknesses
- Intuition: The unique ability to sense the emotional impact of upcoming events for people around him. (Combination of empathy and psychic foresight) The things he sees and feels can be as vague as knowing that it is going to rain a month from the day at 2:00 AM for exactly eight minutes and five seconds, or knowing that the person he just saw walking through the door is a procrastinating girl who is going to cheat on her boyfriend three days from that exact time. These predictions come and go from second to second; showing that everyone has the ability to create their own fate.
- Aging: Belial has shown that he is incapable of aging for as long as he can remember (May 27th 1689) This is not to say that he cannot die. He is fully capable of sustaining injuries (His body is as frail as any other human being)
- Vanishing: (Much like the Cheshire cat of Alice in wonderland); Belial is capable of vanishing from sight in one moment and then appearing in the next.
- There will be moments that he will have brief traumatic flash backs of his previous memories that cause him to convulse uncontrollably as he tries to suppress them.
- Belial has become addicted to human contact (mental or physical) and if withdrawn from this contact he will show signs of insanity such as talking to himself or going into fits of rage.
Biography[/font][/color]
The Role-Player[/font][/size][/color]Belial is presumed to be either a mutant or a creature from a different planet. He "awoke" one day on the floor of a church in the Vatican sitting in a pew as if he had just woken up from praying. In the palms of his hands he had two deep cuts in the shapes of upside down crosses. One of the first memories he had was of a sister named Elizabeth who tended to his hands and took care of him. The moment he saw her he saw brief consistent visions. It was as if he was seeing her inner most desires as a human being. It was in that moment that he had a convulsion to provide to her what she wanted most. Two days later Sister Elizabeth had hung herself, an autopsy showed two fresh cuts on the palms of her hands in the shape of upside down crosses.
- Current Residence: New York
Soon after he began to commit several "assisted suicides" within the Vatican community and countless murders. No one knew his actual appearance but they had all begun to call him several different names. In certain circles he was just considered a demon whereas the higher ranked priests had hushed suspicions that he was a sign of an upcoming apocalypse. One cult in the nearby area had went so far as to assume that he was Satan himself come to claim the souls closest to God. It was in those days that he claimed the name of "Belial The Deceiver"
(Belial's body count is up to 999,989 - Looking forward to the 1,000,000 )
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- Name: \Gabbi
- Experience: 8 years
- Characters: No
- Custom Title: The Great Deceiver
- Sample Role-Play Post:
Steel gray eyes lightly paraded over the faces of the people in New York City. The last time he had been in this city it had been more of a town on the uprising. The reason for his visit to the city was something that he has never come to really understand. There was a pull in his stomach that made waves of ice cold shivers race down his spine. He couldn't describe this feeling of need through any human words, but body language could do just nicely. His lids lazily lowered as he spotted his first meal of the day; A possibly 20 year old boy holding a girls hand quite loosely as they walked towards the neighborhood diner.
The couple had found a comfortable booth in the back, or at least that's where the girl dragged the boy. The Deceiver followed in a sauntering way and once he walked into the diner he made sure to make eye contact with the boy. Another surge of chills pulsed through his skin and crawled around his shoulders. Belial allowed a small smirk to flash across his lips as he sat at the counter and ordered a simple cup of coffee. He waited for the girl to go to the restroom, as he knew she would, and stood up. The boy turned his shoulders towards him as he stood by the booth.
"Come here often?" the young boy asked.
"Once or twice, I'm still pretty new to what's good around here."
"I could name a few things..." the boy said as he let his eyes trail around Belial's body. It was in this moment that the boy checked to make sure his "girlfriend" wasn't coming back and motioned for the new guy to lean in closer. As Belial leaned in the boy quickly turned and landed a hard playful kiss. This had happened before, so Belial didn't jump back as he might've 40 years ago. It was also in this moment that the girlfriend had made her way around the corner and saw the kiss. She turned red, the boy scrambled to try to think of an excuse, and Belial simply smirked at the boy in a reassuring way and walked back over to the counter.
He would continue to follow this boy around for the next month and a half where he would convince the boy that they were in love, and in this moment he would allow this new found "lover" to discover that he, Belial, was cheating on him with his past girlfriend. The boy, being a fragile hormonal creature, would commit suicide two weeks after. Then, it was time to move on to another...
The couple had found a comfortable booth in the back, or at least that's where the girl dragged the boy. The Deceiver followed in a sauntering way and once he walked into the diner he made sure to make eye contact with the boy. Another surge of chills pulsed through his skin and crawled around his shoulders. Belial allowed a small smirk to flash across his lips as he sat at the counter and ordered a simple cup of coffee. He waited for the girl to go to the restroom, as he knew she would, and stood up. The boy turned his shoulders towards him as he stood by the booth.
"Come here often?" the young boy asked.
"Once or twice, I'm still pretty new to what's good around here."
"I could name a few things..." the boy said as he let his eyes trail around Belial's body. It was in this moment that the boy checked to make sure his "girlfriend" wasn't coming back and motioned for the new guy to lean in closer. As Belial leaned in the boy quickly turned and landed a hard playful kiss. This had happened before, so Belial didn't jump back as he might've 40 years ago. It was also in this moment that the girlfriend had made her way around the corner and saw the kiss. She turned red, the boy scrambled to try to think of an excuse, and Belial simply smirked at the boy in a reassuring way and walked back over to the counter.
He would continue to follow this boy around for the next month and a half where he would convince the boy that they were in love, and in this moment he would allow this new found "lover" to discover that he, Belial, was cheating on him with his past girlfriend. The boy, being a fragile hormonal creature, would commit suicide two weeks after. Then, it was time to move on to another...
This guy is a sick and twisted freak. Epic! XD Accepted!