Post by Hex on Mar 2, 2021 8:10:33 GMT
Character Name: Hex
Canon Character or Original Character: Original Character
Face Claim: Griffith (From Berserk)
Character Race: Demon
Character Racial Traits:
Corruption: Evil Only techniques can be imbued with up to +10% more of the user’s attacking stat at an equal fatigue cost.
Tainted Touch: Once per battle, can apply any status effect to any chosen attack of T1 or higher.
Unique Traits:
OOB: Dark Passion: +5% SP +5% XP for Hex and anyone who is Immoral or lower.
IB: Blood Barrier: Using Barrier takes 1 less action, at the cost 5% HP.
Unique: Demonic Servant Delilah: Hex gains Delilah as a follower, all rules that apply to a follower apply to her. However if Delilah is killed in battle she may be revived for free after one month. If Hex and Delilah are both killed in battle they may both revive without cost or written requirements from the day of their death following an update at or after 30 days.
Character Gender: Male (Eunuch)
Character Age: Adult
Character Alignment: Immoral (-50/+0)
Starting Planet: Earth
Starting Items: N/A
Starting Technique: N/A
Stats:
Link to most recent update for total SP -> Here
Strength: 100
Ki: 30,000
Agility: 100
Durability: 9,000
Total SP: 39,572
SP Spent: 39,200
PL: 78,400
Personality: Pride and arrogance are Hex's main flaws. When he has set his mind to something he does not hesitate to put his power to use. Those who would stand in his path do not stand there for long. His pride and arrogance have only become even more fragile from his torture to the point of being an unhinged sociopath. The only person who has any meaning to him is his demon assistant Delilah. Anyone else it unimportant and worth less than trash in his world view. Do as he commands or be tossed aside. Damage his pride and he will do all he can to come back stronger and more dangerous than ever so that he might destroy you.
History: Once a mortal man, his past name has been long since forgotten, taking the moniker of "Hex" ever since he traded his humanity away for the power of a demon. With his demon assistant Delilah to help him grow in power and skill, everyone else became little more than an annoyance or an obstacle to him. Power and admiration are his goals, though he will settle for fear in those who cannot see just how great he is.
He believed himself to hold great power, finding little challenge left on Earth during his time before deciding that he wanted to expand his goals. The idea of ruling the Earth was of little interest to him. He had little respect for weak and pathetic humans. If he was going to rule something it should be something with power. And so he set his sights on claiming the demon world instead where he knew that even the weakest of demons would possess power greater than that of a common human where such power was rare within the unimaginative confines of humanity.
During his time as a human he collected many objects of power, killing anyone who got in his way. His power was very respectable at that time, his demon assistant Delilah believed that Hex was ready to make his claim, though she had cautioned him that while she was confidant she could be wrong. And indeed she was, dreadfully wrong. Stepping into hell he challenged the first great lord he came across. Amused they obliged Hex before teaching him how utterly pathetic and weak he really was. Crushing him easily and imprisoning him within a hellish cage for many years. It was only recently that he escaped with the help of Delilah.
Sample RP: Hex heard the twist of a key in a lock as his cell was opened. His emaciated body was held up by nothing but his arms in cuffs pinning him to a wall. He could feel the wall on his back, nothing about it was comforting. Small sharp jagged spikes would dig into his back anytime he moved, tearing into thin skin and raw muscle anytime she shifted. Which he rarely did anymore. Even under the most grueling torture he rarely reacted beyond a silent scream.
Everything about his body had been used to abuse him. He was a constant giant raw nerve, exposed to the painful open air of his prison. His body had never been allowed to fully heal despite his now demonic blood. Once his wounds would allow him to regenerate quickly. But his body had not been allowed to heal, it had been forced to become one giant scar, eventually, his healing could not put him back together, only stop him from getting any worse.
A helmet cupped his head, keeping his face mostly hidden. The demon that put it on him had seemed amused by its design. A reference to something that Hex could not understand, and didn't care to ever understand if- no when he escaped this place.
Though it had been many years in this place, his confidence that he would one day be free had never waned. Secret confidence he clung to despite the pain of his ordeal. And it seemed that his confidence was well placed when soft hands brushed along his chest. A softness he could not feel as pain surged through his chest where he was touched. The air was agony on his body, a feather brushing him would have caused him pain, and the touch though it had not meant to, caused him agony. The pressure of the touch pushed his back against those ragged small spikes as well, piercing into his back, drawing new blood, tearing old flesh, bringing new and familiar suffering.
"Hex..." Said a familiar voice, one he had not heard in a long time. Opening dark eyes to see the familiar shape of Delilah as she stood on tiptoe to unlock his manacles. With a twist and a click, he came free, falling from the wall and into her arms like a rag doll, carried as easily as a man-made of straw, and likely weighing as much as a doll of straw made to his size. His demon nature allowed him to survive things no human could. Food, water, he received none of these. Even air he could survive without to some degree. That was to say that he would die for a little while, but would not stay dead, his body kicking back to life from the edge again and again. Perhaps his body had simply not been damaged enough to result in permanent death, that was his speculation. His body pushed to its edge and maintained there.
"Delilah..." Was all he said, and even that one word caused him severe suffering. And yet saying her name, having a reason to speak, was a joy. The first joy in a long time. Even though the pain of her company, the suffering of every touch, breath, and word, he felt joy.
He closed his eyes, unable to hear anything she said after that. His mind swimming as she took care of him. He could not say what she did, not conscious enough to know. But the last thing he felt before fading into blackness was rain against his body, the sound of a storm overhead as she took him from that demon realm to Earth.
WC: 612
Referred By: N/A
