Name: Kake ((pronounced K'ahke)). Sometimes called Akakios which means "not Evil" due to certain actions.
Age: believed to be around 400 years old yet his demonic form means he has maintained a youthful form of no more than 25.
Looks: Kake has two forms. While called upon he maintains a strong demonic presence quite menacing and fearful, his "disguised" form is far more human. this permits him movements on Earth as an agent of Hades. http://img1.ak.crunchyroll.com/i/spi...45208_full.jpg
Human Form http://i612.photobucket.com/albums/t...n_Guy_Dark.jpg
Personality: Kake is naturally aggressive, a personality Hades was once rather amused with the day he was "born" into creation. After a hundred years of apparently learning to selectively vent this anger he settled comfortably into the service of the God of the underworld. During many disputes between the gods, Kake was sent on secret tasks to subvert to faithful and cause general chaos on the mortal realms. His presence was recorded as one of the ferocious warriors on many battlefields.
Though his impulses can dictate his actions, their is a strangeness to him that does not fit to his breed of demon. His secret indulgences of mortal things. His fault has only been noted once when he spared the lives of innocence. His punishment was 100 years in limbo. Something that has steeled his mind due to the madness of his rage. Yet still the fault remains, a weakness or a virtue? Few can truly decide...
This was not the duty of a champion. kake had not sentenced so many to the fates of Hades to be used as a character in some elaborate game. He could feel his rage boiling beneath his skin. it was his purpose to destroy, it was his function, a desire he could contain for only so long. To be condemned and then prove oneself only to be used in a gamble felt degrading. His arm rose to smash the ground beside of him when he stopped a bare inch from the earth. Beneath his hand he could see the small fragile flower with orange petals blowing gently in the wind. So weak and helpless. He caught himself staring for a moment before gnarling his teeth and smashing his hand beside to flower. The dust rose around it yet it remained unharmed as he tried to control his temper. He had been trying to no avail for more then 200 years, yet every now and again his inner control won out. After all he did not become a champion by simply acting feral.
He stood as still as rock as the wind lapped at his back, the clouds swirling around Olympus. "Prove Zeus at fault with his choice, and you will be granted my favor." Hades had promised him one request. Unsure what his choice would be Kake felt his sight fix on the great mountain of Olympus, home of the gods, as he awaited his adversary. This would be unlike his other battles. As this would be a struggle of attrition more than anything. He was skilled in war, in butchery of men, in harvesting the threads of life and seeing them to the ferryman. He had not encountered an angel before. The whole situation would soon prove quite enlightening leaving Kake feeling curious.
If not anxious...
Personality: Stubborn, very hygienic & annoyed by trashy places. Although if she gets grown to certain things she will forget her need to clean everything off like it's an infested bacteria bomb. Overall a nice girl, but has grown awful hate for anything demonic, dark and rebelious.
The soft wind was playing with Freya’s feathery wings for the last time in months. It wouldn’t be easy to complete this task but she willingly accepted thus Zeus was a great example to all Gods and angels. As she stood right outside the little village they would be living in together, she slowly focused on the transformation she had to undergo. Since she knew she had to live as a human amongst others, she had practised this many times. In less than a minute the wings started to shrink and later fall off in many tiny feathers. They all covered the ground beneath her feet and she picked one up from the ground. “As demonic as he seems, I will not give in to his temper, his bad habits nor his unhealthy lifestyle.” These words were merely to make her feel better and stronger with her own personality because she knew she was not harsh enough to handle a demon. Yet she had never encountered one before.
Clothed in a simple jeans and a white t-shirt, she continued on the road to find the address where they would be having this experiment. At least, the first few months of it. With a backpack hanging from her left hand, she stopped in front of a lovely little cottage. It had a front garden with loads of flowers, making her gasp for the scent of it. “Aahh..” She sighted delightful, as she walked towards the house. The door was still locked so she decided the demon has not yet arrived. The key was hidden under the mat in front of the door, and she unlocked the door slowly. Suddenly, she had the strong urge to transform into her angel form again as she felt a strong and dark energy coming closer. As she tried to remain calm she entered the house and closed the door as quick as possible. This was the very first time she had ever felt her heartbeat, as she was never human before while being.. Frightened.
The house was in the outskirts of a local town, out of the way in case of incidents but close enough for the purchase of food and other such items. Even though he was a Demon and his rival an Angel, the reduction of their powers in this world meant they would be forced to act as 'normal' as possible. That meant eating and sleeping like a mortal. None of this truly bothered Kake, he was quite capable, and even knowledgeable, on this subject. He had twisted armies into fighting many times by acting as one of those men. He pulled out a small medallion from his pocket and caressed it in his hands before hiding away back within his jeans.
He walked for a good mile before coming to the house they were to stay at. Jacket now shoved into his bag due to the warm sun boiling him if he wore it. Playing mortal was irritating already, if he was permitted to use but a small fraction of power he could, BAH! But that would be forfeit to the challenge.
The air around the house changed, the flowers smelt far too sweet to him, the air itself was strangely soothing to the mind and body. His master had told him of these effects, the natural purity of an angels aura. He could not deny it was strangely soothing. But no! If he accepted it he would prove weak not only in front of his master but his rivals both. his anger boiled already at being stuck like this for so long. The white shirt he wore feeling uncomfortable as he grew irritated. His paranoia of failure was his subtle madness. yet it knew exactly where to prod to get the most volatile results.
He reached the door, grasping the handle and turning. It was locked yet he felt the pure soul within. "Excuse me, would you mind opening the door?" His kind words were too easily filled with irritation and hidden rage. They were not cold but instead hinting at a swell of emotion that was all too willing to be unleashed. He would need to calm himself before he grew too frustrated. it would show poorly to his lord if he were to fail on the first day.
And this battlefield, like all others, he would prove the better if it killed him.
It took Freya a while to get used to the decoration of the human interior. It was strangely setup and it was clear she was going to do some adjustments during the months they lived here. Slowly she put down her bag on the kitchen table and took herself a glass from the upper cupboard. Right when she wanted to fill it up with the tab water, since she haven't had the taste of water, stand alone food, in her month for ages, she heard someone knock the door. As long as she could remember she had been an angel and the urge to try out several human related stuff made her excited. "Oh.. That must be him." A voice followed and Freya heard the underlaying rage in his sweet words. Goosebumps covered her entire arms and she put down the glass to walk over to the door. Slowly she opened up the door, and took a step back to let him enter. "Nice to meet you, mister..? My name is Freya." She said softly, still slightly radiant from her angel form. She hasn't transformed totally yet so it seems.
The demon in front of her wasn't that scary: His human form seemed alright but in his eyes she could still see the fury he had. While she had a bittersweet smile on her lips she invited him in with a soft hand-gesture. Her heartbeat was going as fast as could be but she hoped he wouldn't notice at all.
"...Kake." He said flatly almost whispering. "You may call me Kake." He stepped in, a shield around his emotions leaving him somewhat of a cold exterior of a man. Yet his eyes defied his posture. Though he stepped inside the house with a calm manner and disturbing silence to his moves, his eyes saw hers for a single moment. The anger was his power and his sheer will was all that stopped him being like any lesser Demon of his kind. He looked away sharply and began to walk down the hall before pausing to take in his surroundings. Human architecture was simple compared to the realms of Olympus or even Hell but it had an intriguing air to it none the less. This cottage was old, he could feel the residual occupants that once called it home. Like the impression of a pen through paper on a pad. You can not see it, but the indents are always there, for a time.
"Have you selected a room yet?" He asked with an air of authority no doubt befitting a champion. He was used to struggling for power so to let ones guard down was near impossible for his kind. "I prefer the cooler rooms, without indirect light." His question was already shaping to sound more like a list of requirements. He had, knowingly or not, already decided what kind of accommodations he wanted. He paused his train of thought for a moment to look at a picture on the wall. It was just a small thing depicting a flower like those he saw earlier. Examining the strokes of paint upon the canvas he went to touch it before remembering where he was. Clearing his throat he turned to enter one of the rooms, suddenly disorientated with his surroundings, before turning back again to await directions.
"where...are the bedrooms?" He asked with a somewhat childish voice. He was a peculiar one for his kind. Patient yet unstable. It was a wonder why Hades chose him, well, unless you think how many Demons are patient. Then the choice does not sound so bizarre.
((Forgive the late posting, I have had work issues))