Drakel
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Join date : 2009-08-08
 |  Subject: Drakel--  Fri Aug 14, 2009 9:48 am | |
| Name:
Drakel (Pronounce: Drah-kell )
Gender:
Male
Age:
17
Race:
Reptile Demon
Home:
Purgatory of Panic
Alignment:
Chaotic Evil
Elemental Affinity:
Weapons & Fighting Style:
Drakel likes to keep things up close and personal, he doesn’t like to use his weapons unless he is forced to. This demon prefers using his own demonic features (The only ones he has, his tail and claws) before resorting to any weapon; overall he is a jack of all trades and doesn’t really specialize in anything, though he has had training and natural demonic instincts so he is good when it comes to battle and reacting in ways that put him in a better situation. Drakel is more of the retaliation type of character, he never likes to make the first move, or even go serious at first unless he feels it is absolutely necessary. This demon likes to analyze the enemy as he fights, adapting to their type of fighting and naturally finding a better way to counter their fighting style. Though, he is good with close range combat, unless using magic he is horrible with long range combat for he would more likely hurt himself with an arrow then launch it correctly at someone else, so staying close is a must. Another major part of his fighting style is creating unique tactics that may seem risky though they are more efficient than the normal, or at least more efficient for his type of fighting. Some people like taking things for granted, he doesn’t, he uses every aspect of the battlefield that he can use, and to him surroundings are his best friend, in a metaphorical sense.
Personality:
The way the Drakel acts is really who he’s around, how the person acts, the situation and the location of where they are at. Usually Drakel happens to be laid back, not really getting up tight about anything and usually tends to joke around, whether it’d be in combat out of combat and just in general. Sometimes his remarks seem to be sarcastic and he can seem like an asshole when he talks, though usually he is joking and it is obvious to tell that he is. Though, if he does get angry, Drakel then tends to not talk and keeps himself conserved while in this type of mood. When fighting male, female, human or demon he really doesn’t give a damn and will fight them all the same, and this goes the same for out of combat. When Drakel is extremely motivated he will never stop to reach what he wants to reach, he sets his standards high for himself and others which usually lead to disappointment, usually around other people. Drakel tends to relax a lot, and loves to spar, pick fights and do anything violent just for fun, but that’s probably just because of his demonic suppression and him having to stay undercover at times and just lets to let go and be his wild self at times.
Appearance:
One of the most notable features of his face is the fact that he has three eyes instead of the normal to that humans have and would expect to be on a humanoid, even a demon. His third eye, which is in the middle of his forehead is larger than that of the other two eyes when individually though it happens to have the same color as them which is a darker type of crimson. He has ebony hair with ivory highlights near the bangs of his hair, he has an average sized nose and he has a somewhat pale skin tone. He doesn’t really have any wrinkles or any type of acne on his body and will never look past the age of 21 once he gets there because of his demonic traits and the experiments that he encountered upon entering the Earth side of the Chaos gate. He wears a scarf and his clothes consist of a crimson jacket over a white muscle shirt that he wears under it. The crimson of his jacket matches that of his eyes but not as dark. Drakel is about average height, being on the shorter side of it however by being 5’ 7” and being average weight for his height. Though he only has 6% body fat, so most of his weight is muscle, which can clearly be seen when he’s shirtless and showing his muscles, but when he is wearing his normal attire he appears scrawny which is misleading to those that fight him and believe him to be the speedster type. For his demonic features he has claws that are like swords when it comes to piercing, stabbing and etc. Though, that’s only for flesh, and he would have to apply more force than with any actual weapons to get the same result. Drakel has an extension of his spine which happens to be his reptilian tail but he usually keeps this hidden and it is about five feet in length and he has complete control over it. It seems to be all bone with no meet and just has scales over it, but it is designed to slice, pierce and stab, which is why it has that eccentric design, not to mention that it is as strong as metal.
Strengths:
Fighting that is his specialty, he doesn’t really have that great social skills which is why even though a demon he will kill his own kind, but isn’t a complete traitor and is a human. He is merciful to those they seem worthy to live, and shows none to those who don’t deserve it. He has trained most of his life, excluding the experiments so he is able to take a hit and react quickly. Though the reactions are mostly out of instinct and his want to survive since he isn’t really accepted to either side, however this is just physical things. And since he doesn’t really specialize in much he is average in everything overall, excluding his type of combat that you can see in Fighting style. Though he can be a leader he’d rather not be and just take the orders and form there get the mission done or whatever he needs to get done through whatever means necessary. When he gets his mind set on something he always tries to go through with it, and if he can’t then he will eventually do it. Motivation is what drives him and without it he wouldn’t really get anything done.
Weaknesses:
When it comes to fighting, even though it is his specialty, in combat he has one weakness which is long range combat. Drakel never really trained in that aspect for he was never fond of the way that it had worked, basically running and attacking. That was too boring for him so he is now stuck in face to face battles. When it comes to working in groups he usually does his own thing and will hurt anyone in his way that he doesn’t really have any emotional attachment with. As mentioned above he’s a jack of all trades so he really doesn’t have any weaknesses but with that he really doesn’t have any specialties either when it comes to his physical attributes. Though when it’s knowledge he’s better at something things than other, though that’s natural among all people. When he doesn’t have anything to motivate him, then he pretty much won’t get it done or care about the thing unless it is significant to him, thus being his motivation, which he usually lacks for most things.
(Note: - Drakel is Masochist
- Drakel is Ambidextrous
- Drakel can play the piano and the guitar.)
History:
Articles of the Past--
Realm of Chaos, the threshold for all of the demons, the one organized area in which that keeps all demons under control and unified up to an extent. However, just as any civilizations there were confrontations among some people. That was all natural; for the most part everything ran smoothly, nothing large enough to cause any issues with the system that was in use at the time. Night, the darkness consumed the realm’s essence, just as it did everyday for twelve hours of the day. There were two divisions; they split the cities workers in half. For the twelve hours in which the light was shining down on the town, the ‘Diurnals ‘would go and work, keeping everything in check, then once their shifts were complete the ‘Nocturnal’ were send to partake in their shift. This was most likely where the humans had originally received this term, for Rosetta’s shard, a broken fragment of the Rosetta’s stone, it was only a piece of the true stone. Though, this was why they had invaded Africa. But enough of how the some things were influenced by demons and let Drakel’s story begin…
Crying, earsplitting springs from the child’s throat, Drakel had just been conceived from his mother Scarlett. She was then put to sleep, not death, but to a resting chamber in order for her physical injuries heal in a more sped up process because of the magical essence that was instilled within the chamber. Within a week she was physically fit and ready for any encounters and could handle the same types of things that she could have before the pregnancy. As they arrived to the home, Drakel, wasn’t spoiled, and usually left to him, he preferred it that way. The demon child was very inventive and constantly drew, and by the first day of his birth his entire room had drawings on them, these drawings weren’t necessarily normal, in fact they were grotesque and disturbing. So, the parents immediately knew he was going to be an eccentric child. As Drakel had gotten older, he was forced into training and as a child he was somewhat excited since he was going to be a ‘big boy’ just like ’daddy and his friends’. As he trained, straining himself so he could do this rapidly he somewhat missed out on his childhood, not that he would ever regret it. As he grew older, he ended up hitting puberty. It was thirteen when he decided to go into more of the exploring mode, and that is when he went into a more rebellious stage and mostly did what he wanted.
He now walked around, visiting the four realms, though; he stumbled upon something he shouldn’t have. A seemingly harmless gate, leading to nothing, bars around it and only one entrance in within those bars, those gates weren’t locked or anything, just, something everyone walked by as if it wasn’t anything important. As he, the only person decide to explore it opened it and walked through he was surrounded by water, he looked back, and nothing poured into the gate, it had closed. His curiosity took a hold of him. Instead of turning back he used his tail to propel him, up. If it wasn’t for the gate’s temporary effect he would have been crushed by the pressure of the ocean. As he arrived to the surface he took a breath, he had seen many life forms but none such as this, a creature made of metal now went across and stopped as they saw him. They put a ladder which he climbed, as they saw him they yelled, and screamed though the guards persuaded him to go into a room. Though this was locked and prevented him from escaping though he didn’t know any better so he just waited.
They arrived at shore, he was taken by the military and taken by the military, this time by force and we outnumbered and out matched so he went, with a fight. As he was now unconscious due to the needles that they had injected in him once the tranquilizers were in play he had blacked out. He soon woke up, or at least he believed that it was soon, he was strapped down, his eyesight was blurry and he was in a marble room. There were doctors all examining him, the voices were muffled and he had blacked out again, but not before looking at the syringe with the dark blue liquid inside of it. The three doctors were now coming close and he had blacked out. The experiments would now commence. Though, his body would be numbed, and unable to feel it. Though it’d be noticeable soon enough through the physical means after the operation.
He woke up, he was in pain but his body couldn’t move, Drakel was drugged up to the point that he felt as if he was goin to die with the pain, even for a pre-mature masochist at the time and he was forced to stay the way he was. There were needles in his spine, going through and injecting fluids in different places and putting shocks in his body to make sure he stayed alive, though even without those he’d be just fine. As more syringes with multicolored fluids came to the room he blacked out again against his will, apparently, he wasn’t supposed to even have woken up by a small report that the doctors had said which he only understood as mumbling due to his drowsiness from all of the medicines that they had put in his system. As he woke up, he would find that there was utter chaos, the building was destroyed and a mess and he wondered what had happened, feeling had come back everywhere in his body, only the straps were broken so he didn’t notice anything strange in his confusion. As he stood he walked outside to see a devastating sight, something he wouldn’t have thought would happen.
His brethren were spread among the area where he was at and things were burning. Even some bodies, people who weren’t familiar with a burning body would be disgusted with the smell of it. However he was trained for this as a child and since he was supposed to enlist the military like his father he was taught to adapt to the smell of it so that it wouldn’t become anything of a weakness to him. As he went to his brethren they attacked him, his tail and claws were missing, his power suppressed, but, he was sure they didn’t do anything until he remembered the needles that had injected unknown substances into his body. So, he was forced to take down his own kind, which, he learned to not care about; Drakel actually enjoyed fighting them and had a thrill doing it. Though after time his form came back, though the represents allowed him to restrain his demonic features, so he can make himself appear completely human or let himself have the features that he was born with. So, in this war, he couldn’t take a side, the demons would see him as a human for being able to restrain his features and the humans wouldn’t trust him.
- And now as he stands alone looking at the sun set he whispers. “In the end, it’s me against the world.”
Pictures:
--When he changes any of this into the human disguise, or the human disguise to this, a black smoke creates/dissipates them.
Image: Full Body
Image: Face
Image: Tail
Image: Claws
(Note:Look at the hand and how it is like an extension of the finger, it doesn't actually look like that, just the same color of his finger just they grow and those parts are the basic shape, not the complicated design with the actual blade and whatnot)
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