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@Agent 47Ooh I'll take it that means I'm in ^^ Can't wait for the IC Let me know if there's anything about my character you want changed or explained better.

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Alastor Bartholomew

◥Alastor◤

Demon of Wrath - Executioner of Hell

_{The devil whispered to me "you are not strong enough to withstand this storm." I whispered back; "I am the storm..."}

Name - Alastor Bartholomew A.K.A "oh god no"
Demon - Wrath
Age - 18
Gender - Male
Height - 6'10"
Weight - 185.5lbs

Personality - In spite of being the embodiment of rage, Alastor is actually a deceptively pleasant guy. As long as he is left to his own means, he can even seem like a friendly individual. Though he tends to be a meathead and a rebel, he's actually one of the more easy going Sins. He jokes around and likes to roughhouse, pulling pranks and causing mischief with his gang of "friends;" a small group of humans who thinks he's "cool." Though he spends most of his time daydreaming in class or ditching to do random things, he does enjoy the competition involved in sports and physical education. However his temper is quite short, and when faced with authority or disagreement, he can go off like a stick of dynamite. His seemingly calm attitude can and will quickly become a enraged rampage, only ending when he either gets what he wants, or forgets why he was upset. He never backs down from a fight and has no qualms about starting them.

Other than his tantrum prone disposition, Alastor is known for being somewhat ditzy, rash, and at times outspoken. He rarely takes things seriously, mostly cause he doesn't like trying to understand things. He has quite an appetite, though nowhere near certain other gluttonous demons. When he isn't in a rage, pulling pranks, or zoning out, Alastor listens to or plays music, typically punk or grunge rock. If he isn't in or around school, Alastor spends his free time and weekends out on the town hopping from club to party, either causing trouble, getting into trouble, or drinking himself into a jolly stupor. More often than not, it's all three.

Appearance - Fair skin, pointed teeth, slightly unkempt long dark red hair that falls about an inch above his shoulders usually worn in a halfhearted ponytail, crimson eyes similar in hue to his hair, slender athletic build in proportion to his height. Alastor prefers to wear darker colors, often accentuated by spiked or studded accessories, chucks or boots, and leather jackets or coats. During the summer, he usually sports ragged cut off jeans torn around the hinges, dark button down t-shirts or wife beaters, and sandals. On occasion, one might find him in different types of athletic attire as he is part of multiple after school sports clubs.

Appeareneces

Powers

Rend - Exerting his might, Wrath generates massive vibrations and shock waves with his motions, which can travel though virtually any medium, including the ground, water, air, and flesh. Fueled and empowered by his rage, in the darkest of times these tremors have grown to split the earth, cause tsunamis, waken volcanoes, and reduce buildings to rubble. Wrath's natural physical capabilities are no greater than any of the other demon. However when he infuses these abilities with his attacks, his raw strength becomes matched only by the actual raw strength of Gluttony.

Acrimonious Dogma - Wrath is the emperor of rage, feeding off the anger and hate in mortal hearts, commanding those with weak wills who feel any form of animosity in his presence. Alternatively, he can extract rage from individuals and manifest it as demonic and deformed doppelgangers with strength and size relative to the amount of anger felt by the one they were extracted from.

Executioners Decree - Wrath partially regains his true demon form, taking on the appearance of a frightening winged avatar of war and vengeance, sporting hellish armor and weapons resembling those he used as the executioner of hell. It takes a lot of rage fueled energy to channel this form and usually leaves Wrath in a partial coma.

Likes - Competition, rebellions music, practical jokes, fist fighting, to crush his enemies, see them driven before him, and to hear the lamentations of their women.

Dislikes - Authority, tough guys, liars, traitors, weak winded individuals, and math.


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Nice topic name ;D

I've got a good character for almost all of these. Suppose I'll go with tantrum boy wrath. It was between that and sloth. But I got better pictures for wrath.

The War of the Three

I'm feeling much better. Sorry everyone if I held anyone up. I'm pretty much over my cold. I'm gonna read up and see if I missed anything. If anyone wants to brush me up on zak/beast I'm cool with that.

The War of the Three

I'm sorry. I'll try to post as soon as I can. I'm just not feeling up to it at the moment.

The War of the Three

Actually it's pretty late. If I write something now it's just gonna be rushed and lazy. I'll post tomorrow first thing.

The War of the Three

I'm here >_> <_<
Sorry for delays. Overtime all week + beer all week = no creative juices or time. I'll read up and reply.

Hellion Exiles

Sorry for my delay as well TT_TT I've just been swamped. I'm still here though and I'll get a reply up. In fact, BOOM there it is!

Hellion Exiles

B.E.A.S.T

A low unearthly bellow echoed out from above the dark seedy alley as an unseen gaze watched Aurora and Alan land. Something large and heavy collided with the ground in front of the bar door as they approached it, leaving massive claw shaped footprints in the dust before them. The dim light of the alley bent as it passed through a massive shimmer of a silhouette blocking their path. A piercing red light shot out from the cloaked entity, scanning over the pair for a few moments before subsiding. After a series of clicks and whirs, the optical camouflage concealing the creature faded. The bending light began to refract off the monster's chrome plated and metal meshed skin. Looming over the two, the mechanical beast hissed.

A cold eyeless gaze looked down over Alan, a breath of steam brushing past him, before the beast slowly neared. Blinking neon lights scattered along the length of the creatures body flickered briefly before a slightly robotic voice suddenly rose from its jagged maw. "Momma's gotta go do some business inside...No one enters, got it?" Other than a moderate mechanical echo, the voice was mimicked perfectly. Orders from its master. The monster wasn't letting the two past. It made that clear with its quiet snarls and arched posturing while it transmitted the information to its host.

--Perimeter warning--Intruders detected--Identified--Human--Siren--Continuing to monitor--

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@Lovisa Coldeyes@TheUnknowable@GamerXZ
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Hellion Exiles

I'll reply tonight. At work x.x