Post by Yoru Kaseru on Aug 18, 2009 0:43:58 GMT -8
[/size]Don't Judge A Book By It's Cover •
Yoru Kizai Kaseru
Played By ;; SEREND!PITY• I Am Who I Am And Nothing More •
Name: Yoru Kaseru
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Race: Demon
Allegience: Angels• One Day Your Looks Will Be Gone •
Height: 6'1
Weight: 172 lbs.
Scars/Markings: Yoru has many scars on his back and chest, but hides them well. His face was clawed in a fight with a demon, and he has three knicks near his eye where the monster tried to blind him by damaging his eyes.
Appearance: Yoru is around average height, with a medium build. He's not bulky, but has his share of muscles underneath the hoodie that's become his second skin. He's a pretty shady character, because underneath his hood his sharp red eyes are known to capture unwanted attention. They glow slightly at night, and have a goldish hue in the daytime. Yoru absolutely detests leather, and wears comfortable clothing that's durable enough to get through a fight without tearing because of a fall or some other ind of tumble. Dark colored jeans are best, but his wardrobe varies.
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• Its What's On The Inside That Matters •
[/size][/center]Strengths: Yoru is phisically strong, and he heals easily. He's not scared of most demons or angels, and isn't scared to fight for his beliefs (no matter how scattered they may be)
Weaknesses: Wounds to Yoru's wings cause him severe pain and slow him down immensly. He's not morally strong, and in this sense it's easy to trick or confuse him. He fights for those that abandoned him afterall.
Likes: Music, drinking(even though he doesn't get drunk),
Dislikes: The sun, drunkards, sluts(of either gender), self-righteous pricks...
Personality: Yoru is a charming soul, but doesn't go out of his way to talk to or please other people(or angels or demons for that matter). He'd rather keep to himself and fight when he needs to than anything else. The demon isn't one to trust many, and can be overly cautious most of the time. He's not scared of angels for the most part, because of his cloaking spell that his cousin gave him in the last minutes of his life. He still gets ancy around them though, and prefers neutral crowds than dark or light ones.
• There's More To Me Than Meets The Eye •
[/size]Abilities: Yoru's sword can't be used with light anymore, so instead of light, he's learned to use energy. He fills his weapon with energy and uses it against his enemy.
- Yoru's sword can shoot lightining strikes and spheres of charged energy. It takes a while to charge attacks like these, but are often used in complicated situations.
- Yoru has the normal abilities of a demon. Claws and a bit of control over darkness. He's strongest at night and can see well in the dark.
Weapons: San-Seisho. An angel's blade.
Other Items: None.
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• I Am A Product of My Past •
[/size]Family:
History: I lived with my mother as a child. She was fair haired and beautiful; and she fought with arrows that shined as she shot them. She taught me wrong from right while my father was away, fighting. I loved her dearly.
I was an angel. I was a beautiful angel, destened to be on the frontline with those that came before me. But things don't always happen that way, do they? It was a simple mission, destroy the demons that were lurking in a town, right? I was young, and they tried to keep things simple because of my inexpierience. They were supposedly younger than me by a bit, which was saying something because I wasn't more than a decade old or so.
They were younger than me, so young that instead of attacking they simply glared and shivered at my prescence. Flapping my two somewhat small wings, I wasn't sure what to do. Do I run them through with my sword, or would a simple beam of light do the trick? But as I gathered my strength and rasied my sword, they didn't attack, they cowered, like mere children... I couldn't kill a child!
So I did something that would haunt me the next five years... I cloaked them with a spell to make them unrecognizable. Told them to leave the town and stay out of my way. I showed mercy on the enemy, and though it didn't seem like a huge deal before, it turned out to be one hell of a mistake.
It wasn't until I was sixteen that the mistake came back and slapped me in the face. There had been an overtaking, three demons that had been reported dead had killed near three hundred people. It was on the same date that... that I was supposed to kill them years ago, but no one took that into mind. No one noticed, and even I didn't think it was a big deal. A bad omen possibly, but nothing that could turn out tragic.
I was sent with a partner to terminate them... permanently. We hadn't known each other well, she was beautiful, and I was more her back up than she was mine. She had two sets of wings, a powerful seraph indeed. But she was also what I can now call a jerk. Then? She was prideful and true... among other crap that gave her the right to be self-righteous and cold. (Your opinions seem to change when you're fighting from the other side.) We fought well together, but these demons were strong.
She was targeted for her strength, and it hurts me even today that she died despite my efforts. Though her death isn't something that happened immediately. She had been wounded, and I was being persued. Their leader was glassy eyed and a bit crazed, but somehow my sword and I kept up my defense. It seemed he had called his lackeys off to keep destroying the humans. The bigger the bloodbath the better for whatever they were doing...
Finally, when he had me beat, I stopped fighting. The adrenaline slowly left my system leaving me shaking and powerless. I looked up with hopeless gold eyes, knowing that I couldn't retaliate anymore against his relentless attacks. With my eyes closed, I slowly prayed that these monsters would be destroyed, even though I couldn't stop them. My breathings slowed, my thoughts paused, and finally, I heard the swish of a sword that would end my life.
But no pain was added to what was already existing. I looked up, and came face to face with piercing red eyes. Eyes that were evil, condemned to work for the underworld, mean and merciless and all of the things that I had learned to hate. But at the same time they were... familiar. I couldn't gather the strength to ask why I had not been killed, but I found I didn't have to.
With his eyes never leaving mine, he whispered what would later be my downfall. "I owe you my life Kaseru. It wouldn't be fair to be merciless to you, who have shown me and my friends here so much kindness." He grinned, chuckling at the surprise in my eyes. The angel I worked with gasped, and I realized that I had fallen beside her.
From there, we were forced to listen to the screams and chaos of the bloodbath that we couldn't stop. I was forced to come to terms that not only was this my fault, but one of the most powerful angels I had ever worked with knew this as well.
I was treasoned. On the account of betrayal of those that I held dear.
I was then sent to earth, never to glimpse at the heavens again...
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As a human, life was hard. Unfortunently it was rather short lived...
I lived alone, empty, left to simply watch others fight... I found that angels and demons could still be seen by me, and now I was powerless to help. I longed for the power I once had. The ability to fight. I hoped and prayed for my sword, my wings, my freedom. I longed for the 'immortaility' that would let me fight as long and as hard as I possibly could. I longed to be the angel that I refused to see that I was no longer.
When someone came to me ofering power and freedome... how could I refuse? It was what I had been asking for. It was something that I thought that I would never be offered again. I blindly tossed away everything that I knew about life on earth. About the evil and trickery of demons here.
I was taken to hell, where I was given the powers that I thought I so rightly deserved... power, a weapon, wings, and immortality. I was cursed to work for the enemy of my once friends and family. All of my anger and longing, no matter who it was aimed at, was used to complete the transformation. My ovely golden eyes were stained with red. And my small white wings that I treasured so much were turned black. I had fangs, and claws, and a burning sensation in my chest that begged for me to kill. Kill angels. And why not? I was banished afterall, tossed away for a crime that I couldn't take back.
Three days later, I killed my first angel. She was new, as I once was, and... she recognized me. She took mercy on me, giving me the same cloaking spell that I did on those 'children' almost seven years ago. But I killed her anyways, taking her weapon with a grin. She was lovely, and I woud have simply left her for some other heavenly being to find but... I had to look closer. Why would she recognise me?
When I was turned human, my memories were saturated and my senses dulled. I... still don't remember much of my past life. But she was someone that I couldn't forget. Not a sister, but I knew her as one. The pretty cousin of mine that always looked up to me so. We weren't the closest of angels, but... I had been the one to take her life.
That's when I realized that the next angel I fought could be my mother, and the one after that my father. The ones that had fought for me to be spared, not killed like one of heaven's angels had been. I couldn't keep killing like I was born a demon. I couldn't kill the angels that wanted to do the same to me. I just couldn't. Whether it was a measure of my strength or not? I couldn't tell.
I stole the girl's weapon, and renamed it. It would be used by the unthinkable for something that it was created to do.[/center]
Even though I was a demon,that didn't mean I had to fight for them.
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