Post by Baletraxas on Dec 24, 2019 22:03:26 GMT
Character Name: Baletarxas, Bale for Short
Canon Character or Original Character: Original Character
Face Claim: Humanoid Bill Cipher
Character Race: Demon
Character Racial Traits: Dermonic Power, Domination
Character Gender: Male(?)
Character Age: Indeterminate
Character Alignment: Immoral
Starting Planet: Konats
Starting Items: Sour Ensenji Extract, Cursed Amulet <Inherriting Aleph's Collection of Junk>
Starting Technique: Lightning Strike
Stats: Aleph has 293,056SP, or a total PL of 586,112. Baletraxas is inherriting 125,000 PL (Trans 1). The remaining SP will be listed but as Bound (Inaccessible) power pending some interesting Jiggery Pokery involving Dragons, traits and minions.
Strength: 15,000
Ki: 15,000
Agility: 22,500
Durability:10,000
Bound: 286,806
Personality: Outwardly charismatic the demon known as Baletraxas, Bale to what few friends he still has, is a flamboyant and carefree soul prone to bouts of ennui and wildly fluxuating moods... to the world in general this is simply known as "being an artistè" however the man's moods are born of a somewhat darker glut. Originally tasked with simply being a taker of souls for those higher in the heirachy an unfortunate collection would spur the demon to forsake his duty and seek alternate sustenance for his leige lady, an act that found him placed in the pits to be sport for the fiends, an example of what happened to those who failed in their duties. Sadly, however, merely being of lesser physical prowess and being half starved was no barrier to his survival and there are many lower ranking demons who fondly recall the ichor splattered figure bowing towards the woman who had condemned him to death, her champion crushed and broken behind him. Having survived trial by combat the demon serves in his original capacity but on his own terms, his mistress having left him to his own devices for want of a method to be rid of him... and it is that duty that spurs his mood swings. Like a moth to the flame Baletraxas is drawn to song and dance, curious to the point of obsession with this transient artform that short lived mortals dedicate their everything to. With a tempter's tongue and honeyed words the long lived creature will take one with promise and raise them above the stars and the heavens, bring them crowds to make their hearts soar and coach them until their tongues were as silver to his gold and he revels in being a part of such magnificent art... but ultimately all acts close, all curtains fall and his protegeè never seem to survive long. It's tragic, being an artist of such talent, and the world was never meant for a soul so beautiful... though it cuts him deeply to do it the demon takes his due, living with the woodcuts and paraphinelia of his work to remember their last haunting melodies by, regret weighing a soul even as he seeks the next young spirit to raise unto the heavens before he takes his due.
History: Oh in the land of the dead… humans and other sentient races capable of wondering what comes beyond death have long spun cautionary yarns about beings that would steal that immortal soul and whisk it away for a myriad of purposes, from satiating their hunger to merely having them to torment like morally bankrupt stress balls. Naturally many of the races do not truly believe these tales, rationalising them as stories told to children to intimidate them into behaving themselves and naturally these races are indeed wrong. Most tales that sound fantastical are borne of truth and none moreso than the concept of beings who come in the bleak dead of night to steal the souls of those who have misbehaved… though truth be told those that do this rarely care for weather their prey has done the washing up or swept the living room.
Stalking into a theatre on the eve of their play’s showing he sought to take the lead singer’s soul before the basking crowds… and found himself mistaken for the actor meant to play a demon doing the exact same thing. Surrounded by the singers Baletarxas found something bubbling up within him and proceeded to challenge the lead singer to “sing to save your life”. The resultant musical number was very seat of their pants and the actor was quick to realise that his very soul was indeed on the line. Still the song ended to a standing ovation, the demon taking his bows and leaving, favouring the actor with a small, wry smile. There was something to be said about this sort of thing… it added spice to the world and was certainly a step above the usual banal riddles and board games some tried to cheat him with. It was certainly food for thought… stopping only to snare a bird, whose song was too pretty to silence, and a t-rex, who sounded like a cat trying to drop a deuce through a sewn-up rear the demon went back to his abode with his reptilian quarry. Yes… this was something to look into indeed….
Sample RP: It is, sadly, Aleph/Serranna/Adelardo/Wilbur
