Post by Deleted on May 28, 2019 9:03:06 GMT
Character Name:
Mr. Buttons
Canon Character or Original Character:
Original
Face Claim:
Dr. Decker (From Nightbreed.)
Character Race:
Demon
Character Racial Traits:
Tainted Touch: Once per battle, can apply any status effect to any chosen attack.
Corruption: Evil Only techniques can be imbued with up to +10% more of the user’s attacking stat at an equal fatigue cost.
Character Gender:
Male (Usually)
Character Age:
Adult
Character Alignment:
Chaotic
Starting Planet:
Earth
Starting Items:
Sour Ensenji Extract: Some sorta' juice? It's got a rancid smell, be careful (Fully restores HP in battle | Single use)
Cursed Amulet: An ancient amulet imbued with evil energy that almost seems to repel energy… almost (Slot: Accessory | Reduces damage from Ki attacks by 5%)
Starting Technique:
Burning Attack
12% 15% Ki After performing a preset series of hand motions, the user releases a high powered ball of ki from their palms. Hard to Deflect
Stats:
Str: 7,500
Ki: 250
Agi: 250
Dur: 7,500
Personality:
A cruel and unusual creature. A demonic piece of leather created to embody the worst parts of humanity, embodies in a leather mask that when worn twists the wearer to it's will, in the pursuit of causing suffering and terror to everyone, and everything around it. Nearly mindless in it's pursuit of chaos, yet possessing a keen intelligence when it stayed focused on achieving a goal. Particularly when it comes to milking a victim of there pain, hatred, and sorrow. Most creatures are seen as nothing more than a meal for them to feast on, weather that be in the form of their flesh, or their very souls. Consuming all it can, and intent on making the world as twisted is it is. It cares for very little, finding beauty in the things most people might find revolting. From a puddle of blood cooling and congealing on the floor, to the rotting maggot infested corpse of dead animal in an alleyway. Celebrating in anything that most find vile. For this is a creature of a most terrible, and vile nature. It's possible that there may even be some demons who do not take so much delight as Buttons does in the chaos he sows.
His interactions with people may vary, but most will take one look and know to avoid such a twisted creature at all cost. While the face, and body beneath the mask may vary, the mask does not. Dark buttons where eyes should be, and a zipper mouth. Discolored fowl looking leather, patched together by unskilled hands. People know to fear the mask they see, or realize too late that they were not nearly cautious enough about it. And those ones are often consumed. He's not often wandering in the day, the night is his domain. Where his shape and power may not be so easily recognized till it is too late.
While he is capable of speech, he is unlikely to make much use of it. Grunts, and hisses are more likely to be heard from him, if any sound at all. It's unlikely anyone is to find an friend in him, or if they do, they may well be considered misguided in putting their trust in him. But he does respect power, power greater than his own. Something he gained from the first body he ever claimed. A desire for strength, though it is still second to the pain and suffering he seeks to cause.
History:
Long ago, many demons had been slain by those who despised evil. Hoping to make the world a better place by ridding the world of the creatures they perceived to be evil. And while they may not have been wrong, they were foolish to believe that evil could be so easily conquered. Evil finds a way. And with the death of those demons, came an opportunity.
Humans are weak, opportunistic creatures in many cases. And on one fine day, a human seeking power made use of the demons corpses. From their skin crafting a mask of great, and terrible power. One need only look upon the dark leather to feel the power it emanated. And often feel a cold shiver run down their spine as they looked into the button eyes. The mask was far from skillfully made. But it did it's job, far better than it's wearer expected when his body was taken by the mask. The mask filled with the blood lust, and hatred of all the demons it had been made from. And so the body was taken, and twisted. Buttons was born, and so he would bring his dark wishes down upon the world. Or any world for that matter. The world would know his power, and come to fear it, and admire it. They would find awe in the calamities he would cause. He would make them aware of the evil in the universe. One way, or another.
Sample RP:
Finally, the mask had been worn again. The creature in the mask laughed, bringing new hands up to slide along it's leather, touching over the zipper mouth, and the button eyes from which it, sort of, viewed the world from. At least in a manner of speaking it did.
The man to put the mask on had felt the allure, the power that waited within. He didn't know what waited for him the moment he put that mask on, when his mind was taken, and within seconds his body twisted to better suit the nature of the mask he now wore. This body had a new master now.
It has been so long, hundreds of years since the mask had been locked away, sealed in a box covered in paper tags designed to keep the mask held within it. And this fool, this simple man, broke those sealed, not knowing the evil he had just unleashed into the world. And of course, the mask began it's simple seduction, promising power, and pleasures unlike anything the man had ever felt before. It started simple enough. Making the man want to hold the mask, making him long for the feeling of the leather in his hands, comforting him in his times of stress, and depression. Such a weak, pitiful mind. Buttons knew from the moment he had been picked up, he'd found a good little host. It only took time, and he was fine to play with the man.
Within a week, the man was his, and the mask was slipped on. Freedom was now buttons.
He walked to a mirror on the wall, looking over himself. He looked pretty good for not seeing anything outside the box for so long. His leather was as vile as ever, blotches of red, flakes of old skin, rust on the zipper mouth.
The man had been wearing a nice black suit, and tie at the time. He'd not changed since he got home about an hour ago. Just sitting, holding the mask.
His tongue flicked out between the zipper, tasting the crusted rust, the old blood from the last meals he had before being trapped in the box.
The tongue was cut on the zipper, and he taste fresh blood for the first time in so long. It sent a shiver through the creature. Such tasty bliss.
And then he heard it begin. The soft cries of an infant a room or two away. This was the mans home after all. He had a family. His wife had been screaming at him, hours. Telling him to "Get rid of that creepy fucking mask". But the man would not do it. He'd have killed his wife to keep the mask. He'd already been long since trapped in Buttons power. Today had simply been the final step.
Buttons made his way out from the room the man had made his office at the time. Where to begin? Oh the choices. But the decision was obvious. It had made itself known in the cries of that infant. His first meal in so long, and it would begin with the flesh of an infant. Delicious. So soft, so sweet.
He walked into the babies room, looking down on it with those dark button eyes. The child looking up began to cry harder, helpless, mewling in terror. If he waited long enough, the mother would come to see why the child was so upset.
So he waited, timing his attack as the lifted the screaming child from it's bed. Lips twisted in a smile, before spreading those lips wide, and the zipper hole of the mask with it.
He could hear the steps from the next room coming this way. It was time. Taking the child hand, sliding the length of it's arm into his mouth, carefully taking his time. The child feeling the warm wetness of the creatures mouth and through. The teeth kept away for the moment, though with his mouth so open, they could be seen by the child, thought it could cry now louder even when it seen the rows of needle teeth that now occupied the mans mouth.
The mother walked in, to see the child being lifted up, the length of it's arm being held within Buttons mouth, and throat. "What-"
But he never finished her thought as the crunch came, followed by the wet ripping, and the screams that came from her mouth and throat, as much as the babies filled the house that night.
It was a good night, for Mr. Buttons.
WC: 762
Referred By: N/A
Notes: Character by Chan.