Post by Fál on Aug 3, 2009 9:45:19 GMT -8
• Don't Judge A Book By It's Cover •
Pan Cernunnos Fál
Played By ;; Tom Sturridge
Pan Cernunnos Fál
Played By ;; Tom Sturridge
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Sadistic, surgeon of demise
Sadist of the noblest blood
Sadistic, surgeon of demise
Sadist of the noblest blood
• I Am Who I Am And Nothing More •
Name: Fál
Age: 87, 638 years known
Gender: Male
Race: Elf Demon
Allegience: Demons
Name: Fál
Age: 87, 638 years known
Gender: Male
Race: Elf Demon
Allegience: Demons
• One Day Your Looks Will Be Gone •
[/size]Height: As the beast- 6' 6", As the man- 5'8"
Weight: As the bast-206, As the man- 175
Scars/Markings: The chest of the beast, as well as his limbs and back are marred by his years of struggle. Marked in the way of deep scaring in patches and crisscrossing. However, as the man his skin is flawless and has no notable markings.
Appearance: As the beast-Six foot six inches tall and weighing 204, he is slender for his size though muscular, as should be to support gargoyle-like charcoal gray wings attached to his back. Each wing is approximately nine feet long making his total wingspan about eighteen feet. His chest his hard, well formed as it should be. With legs a male ballet dancer would envy. He sports a 5'6" tail that is snake-like though charcoal gray and scaleless. Prehensile, he is able to use it like an extra hand if he so chose. His fingers are long and slender and instead of finger and toe nails, there are polished black claws instead. Aside from the color of his tail and wings his skin is as pale as death, his raised scars in varying shades of white and gray. His hair is dark charcoal gray, and is about three to five inches long. His face is strong, with handsome features. With elf-like pointed ears, full lips, and pale blue eyes near the shade of ice.
As the man- But he dare not travel on earth's soil with a guise such as that. The shape shifter he is, he chooses a different body to often move around in. His original one when he was earth-bound. This body is about 5'8" tall, a slender and lithe elf with features not too different from his beast form. Though his face is more angular. His eyes are still pale as ice, his lips are still full, his skin is still pale as death. He has given this shape his the namesake of his first, Pan.
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• Its What's On The Inside That Matters •
[/size]Strengths: Stealth, persistance, wisdom
Weaknesses: Patience, sunlight, love
Likes: Long walks on the beach in the moonlight, pina colatas, ...oh wait.
Dislikes: Disobedience.
Personality: In emotional pain since cast off of his beloved Earth to rule a fiery inferno, his temper can be short for he doesn't wish to be bothered by petty circumstance. He feels as if he will be constantly betrayed, his trust is hard to achieve. But he delights in meddling with others lives, playing the trickster and even the simplest things can delight him at times. His outward arrogance masks what deeper emotions he feels. For his inward nature may be his downfall.
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• There's More To Me Than Meets The Eye •
[/size]Abilities: Shapeshifter, he may turn into any other organism he so chooses. Pyrokinesis, he has the ability to manipulate fire and to create it at will. General devil-themed abilities, in exchange for someone's soul he will grant them fortune, health, luck, almost whatever it may be...
Weapons: Preferably unarmed, he'll use his claws and the rest of his beast body. But if he must, he does have a sword with three foot long blade. The blade shines with white silver, the hilt is black with silver inlay.
Other Items: None that I can think of.
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• I Am A Product of My Past •
[/size]Family: A product of a long line of elven kings.
History: The race of man was barely a breadth on the wind when the ancient race of elves fell into a rapid decline. Desperate to save his beloved kin the elven king Pan pleaded to the gods for aid. Only one answered Pan, telling him that all will be well and the race of elves will not parish if he scaled the highest crags to touch the heavens he will be given the power to overcome his enemies. This delighted Pan, but this god was a trickster and he lied to the king. It took the king five weeks to reach the top of the mountains. During which time he was cut off from all the happenings of his kingdom. When he reached the top, the trickster god greeted him with a sly half smile and news of his race's demise and that Pan was the last of his kind. Horrified, Pan yelled a wild howl into the sky and fell to his knees in grief, the trickster god continued to speak. "But I am still giving you what you came all this way for. The power to overcome your enemies is yours." The trickster god leaned over Pan, laying a hand on the white elf's shoulder. And instead of howls of grief, they were howls of utter suffering and pain. Seizures overcame the once-king, and as he writhed on the dirt his body changed. He grew taller, bat-like wings sprouted from his back. His spine elongated and continued to form a tail. Burning filled his veins and he wretched, for he knew he would still live but without even seeing his reflection he knew he has become a monster. It was several nights before the pain left and Pan dared to move, no... he was not Pan anymore. He took his surname and made it his only, Fál. Prounounced fail, because that is what he had done... failed. Fál, rose from from the dirt, nude for his clothes no longer fit his new body and were destroyed in the transformation and he saw that the trickster god was still there. "Don't worry", the trickster god spoke, "this new body of yours isn't your prison, for I gave you the magic to change into masks for your bidding." Fál said nothing. "I have a job for you," the trickster god spoke again. "You cannot be king here for there is no kingdom. I have a kingdom with no king. It is yours to rule." Before Fál could react to the words he found himself in blackness, hot, hot blazing blackness. He found himself in his new kingdom, the Underworld.
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