Post by requiem on Feb 6, 2008 9:51:28 GMT -5
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The Player
[/u][/center]The Player
Alias: Requiem
Contact: PM
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Character
Character's Name: Fallon La'Croix
Nicknames: None
Race: Demon
Age: Estimated 300, Physical appearance of 25
Gender: Male
Physical Profile
[/b][/u][/center]Height: 5'10.
Build: Mild stature, solid build.
Hair Color:[/b] Bright, Platinum blonde hair.
Hair Style:[/b] Cropped, messy.
Eye Color: Dark ocean blue.
Clothing Style: Professional, although has been seen in relaxed street attire.
Origin: Unknown, Suspected to be of French origin.
Birthplace: Unknown.
Personality: (1-2 paragraphs)
Fallon's got that air of confidence around him all the time, making people think he's arrogant in some way. Though arrogance isn't part of his nature at all, neither is cockiness. Although something deeper seems to makes up for it, and tends to mix up with his aura of confidence. The Demon is also a mysterious type to a degree, what with his long history of angelical feuds, a quite spectacular heavenly dismissal, and a all purpose trip to hell to top things off. So, it could be expected for him to say he'd seen it all, felt it all, and been through it all, allowing little room for mystery, however odds were he would never tell you any of that anyway.
As everyone will always have a dark side, Fallon got it too. He loves control, and will want to control people to bend to his will no matter what ever it is. He covets everything useful around him, and sometimes gets him to do great, vicious deeds to get what he wants. Lastly, he is known for malevolence to enemies, a no-mercy sort of person in his deepest, darkest self no one had ever seen yet. Needless to say, past his appearance and human like exterior was a demon, whom if you could give him another form. Would more than likely have horns and wings and everything else your typical demon does, however that was not the case, for this demon walks in a human form.
Background and History:
Chapter 1: The Fall from Grace[/i]
It was said that Fallon had been one the first ten to be removed from the roster of angels, and sent to the mortal plane by some unknown means and devices. But that fact was a half-truth - Fallon was removed as was indeed an angel, but wasn't made entirely mortal upon his expulsion.
Fallon was Gabriel's friend, and ally when it came to defending the realms of light against Lucifer and his demons, fighting ageless battles and winning them all over again. Yet it happened on one battle he took in lieu of Gabriel's watch that Lucifer conferred with Fallon as they took to swords, and had somehow seduced him into the side of falseness, of lust for power, and of lust. Visions of such were impacted into Fallon's mind, making him lose concentration and ultimately almost losing his battle against Lucifer in the conquering of souls. He ended the battle that time successfully, then retreated into the confines of the Holy Palace, reflecting on all that he had seen and felt via Lucifer's handiwork.
It wasn't long before Fallon himself was overcome by the seduction planted into his mind - he had been battling with it time and again as he went on with his duties, having day-dreams of gaining more power over most other angels and mortals, advancing and living out his wildest dreams and desires, and most of all, coveting the ultimate throne. Finally, Fallon cannot take it no more, and went out of heaven to witness mortals in their blasphemous activities, satsifying his need to see the source of the images for himself. Once, Fallon took it upon himself to taste the mortal life. Even going as far to borrowed mortal flesh to take part in these activities, increasing his yearning for more. He thought he can keep doing so for as long as he wished to, but on the other hand, he had neglected his watch over the mortal planes after Gabriel's watch was done, allowing spawns of hell to enter and plague that side of humanity while Fallon himself was enjoying the splendor of human ignorance.
Upon Fallon's return to his post, the one that called himself Metatron had been there, sent by the Father all of creation to watch after Fallon's now deserted post. The Father as it was called, Metatron said, wasn't not pleased to know of Fallon's negligence to his post and station, more so his subsequent intermingling with mortals and their affairs. The great angel general Metatron didn't say more after that, and simply lured Fallon towards the Gates of Heaven itself, and there, looked Fallon once over which appeared to be the last time, and banished his wings to nothingness. Fallon's whole body then lost its once bright ethereal glow, then he was cast off from Heaven without explanation or any chance of repair - Metatron knew Fallon well enough to let him figure out what he did wrong. Like a comet blazing through the heavens, Fallon fell, wrapped in a fiery cover of flame that propelled him lower and lower, until he was out of the lasting grace of Heaven's reach.
Fallon had been falling for so long, even he didn't know. The fallen angel's glorious white robes were torn, burnt, and almost extinguished, but his body was still miraculously protected from the fall, though he acquired burns and boils all over his skin. He was at the first part of his suffering, yet he didn't die - It would make his punishment too easy to bare.
The angel fell through what seemed to be worlds and dimensions, parallel and perpendicular in all ways, on and on until he can no longer stand the changes he kept feeling with every invasion of scenery. Then, after his long wait, he finally fell on something solid - and quite hard - creating a crater right on where he had fallen. The soil he crashed upon gave way, deepening layer per layer until Fallon's collision would stop. He fell twenty storeys deep into the earth before he stopped, and the once so called angel lost all consciousness of himself - and memories that linger with it.
Chapter 2: The Awakening[/i]
It left Fallon listless as he slept in the crater, not even twitching as if he was dead. But the angel was kept alive for a certain purpose not exposed just yet. Whatever it was, it happened to be the same purpose that brought an immortal being to find Fallon first - a demon, or the Demon, one of the first of its kind. Baal. Fallon may not have lost his immortality, but he lost a lot in the process of his descent from heaven, hence being under a state of coma and shock as he came unto the earth realm - and within the Demon's mercy. At first, the demon didn't care from where Fallon was, nor how the crater might have happened. Baal was thirsty for blood and flesh, and he smelled a lot of it in Fallon's still-beating heart. The temptation rose within the Demon for sure, surmounting every hindrance the crater and the fall would have given, and Baal reached the still-asleep Fallon, lying close to naked in the dirt.
It was only there that Baal had felt Fallon's magnificence - He now thought not to merely drain the blood out of the sleeping being, but to turn it into one of his kind, an immortal, due to the sheer beauty if not curiousity that simply was radiating from Fallon.
The sleeping angel had no choice but to let the demon's corrupting influence if not some sort of demonic infection down into his body. Every last drop of it mixed into his system, and was absorbed by his now mortalized body, until such time that a transformation took place. Scars, burns and cuts Fallon had now vanished. His once black hair turned golden. Even his complexion turned plaer by one step though, and finally, Fallon himself fluttered his eyes open, seeing his new maker for the first time. Baal, after asking Fallon his name, and getting barely anything in reply, it was then Baal left his new creation to remain nameless for the while
For quite some time, as Fallon recovered and found himself not to recall anything save for the long and hard fall, and a glimpse of imgages. He stayed with Baal down in what seemed to be the Demon's own personal level of hell. There he kept himself day and night, for how many days, feeding on what's left of Baal's meal of fresh virgins. Then often fulfilling seperate desires, meaning creator and creation took leave of each briefly. That in turn utterly layed waste with Fallon's earlier pristine nature. More and more he thought of his past, but never getting anywhere, until one night his mind raced with a battle past. One with the mighty Lucifer himself, it was a clear as day and as the Lord of hell addressed him, his name was revealed which in due haste Fallon passed onto Baal. From there, Fallon and Baal made a frail pact of sorts, to spend most of the time together as allies, if not the prime force behind the demonic ranks in hell. Fallon found over time that he grew in strength and in being, until he felt all well, and created a dynasty of darkness beside Baal - his new ally and creator.
But even the best of friends enter arguements that shall soon turn their bond to dust. Baal felt self-conscious of Fallon - the latter was charismatic and attracted even the most unconspicuous mortal to his hands, only to turn and corrupt and break them into a Demon soldier or feed on their blood and flesh like Baal did. Fallon's spawn however were virtually faster, stronger, more powerful and similarly charismatic in more ways than Baal's own - an indication of Fallon's once-angelic characteristics prominent in his kind. In soon time, Fallon's offspring grew more number than Baal's, and the elder demon began to hate and despise his greatest creation. Baal soon shunned Fallon from their alliance at first, then from the pit they seemed to share, and finally, from all the land in Baal's hell. Fallon took this as it was, Baal had clearly exiled him away. Though Fallon now had power over most demon's in one way or another, he didn't rally the lot of them to bring his creator down. Instead, Fallon sought a new pit in hell to house his horde, appointed a new leader of his cursed offspring, and left the lands altogether.
He kept his truce with Baal, as his maker gave him a lot to be grateful for, not even killing him after their animosity grew. Fallon found himself more and more roamed the mortal lands pointlessly, but refused to create new demon's, and stopped the human's blood and flesh from touching his lips. The demon within him grew weary and tired, almost dying if death was even possible. It was one dawn that Fallon fell off a cliff he was traversing in dire hunger for sustinance, and had light strike him for the first time after he met Baal and was dragged to hell itself.
And it was in this very morning that one of his very own demon spawns came to him, catching up to Fallon's endless and pointless travel to bring him news. The spawn told Fallon of Baal's demon's hired by a newly formed group of creatures that were said to be made of darkness itself, rallying all dark creatures into its fold. Apparently, Baal used this new force to destroy Fallon's demon's that he had so hated, and only a few were left behind if any. Fallon's heart broke with the news, his most beloved offspring, even the one he had appointed, died from the sheer power the new forces Baal had recruited. The spawn also told Fallon of a secret power of darkness that can be unlocked from within the depths of hell. Fallon took heed of the news with keen interest, and sent his demon spawn off to find the others, and join him to enter the new depths of hell to search for this untapped source of power.
Fallon searched for the deepest part of hell for months, but had failed to find it. Every so often, he met with what's left of his horde to confer, and to find the deepest pit of hell, in hopes of gaining the raw power within it, and gaining revenge over Baal. And in the light of the full moon, by the stream Fallon bent down to drink from, something like a spirit of force of some sort come over him from the water's reflection, and pulled him into the waters grave. Fallon struggled and started to feel like he can't escape the grasp, and thought it was one of Baal's newest creations. Yet, after almost losing consciousness with lack of breath, Fallon lay limp in the water, and was dragged through the water, and off to some far off destination to where no one knows.
Chapter 3: In and Out of Hell[/i]
The demon Fallon awoke on the floor, damp and cold in a crumpled mess. He was shivering much upon awakening, yet it didn't matter. He only had questions in his mind, probing ones that needed to be spoken, yet no one was around to tell it to. Fallon was alone inside a chamber, with bright fire burning in the furnace that raged with pure intensity. At this he looked into, and created the questions he had in mind to the fire, as if they were letters he was burning. And as soon as the last thought left his mind, Fallon was rather shocked if not utterly surprised to see the fire take shape, into human guise, and had a hand outstretchet to him in invitation. Fallon took the hand, and he was whisked off into another chamber, where he was dried and clothed instantly upon entry. And within that chamber, most of the questions he threw into the fire were answered.
Fallon found out moments later on that it had been another powerful demon of hell, Lucifer. Inviting him to dwell into the fold of evil within the deepest pits of hell. And for two centuries almost three he had been there, building up rage, power, and killing as he went higher up in ranks. He met lots of other demons, but they didn't know about Baal, nor about him and his exploits. Other species there were quite interesting, but most of all, Fallon had been interested to know why he was called a 'Fallen Angel' by most of the demons. This he asked Lucifer, and his history was shown to him, in full length. It was at that time that Fallon found out about his true identity, and the enormity of his actions.
A long time after that, Fallon was left in state woe and wonder. For some reason, he wanted to go back to heaven, though he knew it was impossible to return after all he had done in the underworld. For the remainder of his time in the underworld, he became worthless bit by bit, losing his grip on the hierarchy, his powers, and his might. All until he simply went away from the depths of hell to contemplate his actions, even perhaps to try to gain sanity, and for penitence, if he can actually do so.
Fallon lived up in the old pit he had located to house his demonic minions, as it was empty, he can dwell there in peace, or try to do so without anyone interrupting. The pit was in shambles, everything wrecked and broken thanks to Baal's doing. No sign of life was there, and Fallon mourned for his fallen creations, all dead because of his failure to lead, and protect them. He mourned for years and years, refusing to exit the deep pit as his punishment for the death of his minions, and for the sins he committed as a demon. And during this time, Baal returned to Fallon, in full glory, re-awakened after centuries of sleep. Until then, Baal envied Fallon, and hated him to such an extent the older demon tried to engage Fallon in a duel to the death. Fallon however refused profusely, not even making a move as Baal tried to harm and strike him down him with all the powers he had gotten from the depths of hell. Fallon wasn't short of the demon's strength, he knew he had a fighting chance, but kept himself still. Finally, Baal cursed him and told him great lies, the story of how he killed Fallon's minions, and finally, how Baal came to know about Fallon's past. Baal took Fallon from the stream, and brought him into the deepest depths of hell to learn, to grow in power, so as when Baal had re-awakened himself, they would fight til the end of time.
At everything Baal said, Fallon listened, though he didn't want to. It had been too much words for him to prevent hearing, and bit by bit, his anger for the demon grew stronger to a pitch, so much so he had no choice but to let his anger out, right on Baal who took Fallon's change of mind with extreme passion and acceptance. The two started fighting, but seemed never to end. Close to a full century had passed and they were still in battle, the pit slowly destroyed with every year that passed. Both had immense power at their disposal, and both used it to the maximum. And on exactly the first century after they started, Fallon finally managed to overpower the older demon Baal, and eventually kill the other. All he had to do was to slay himself first, striking a killing through his own heart.
It was the only way, for as long as Baal's influence runs within him, he can never kill the demon fully. Fallon found this out by accident, in which he found everything he did to Baal didn't matter, not even the lethalities he applied. Everytime the sun set or managed to rise, Baal was back on track, strong and powerful as he had been on the first day. Fallon, on the other hand, grew stronger with each sunrise and sunset that passed. But once, when an eclipse took over, both of them didn't regain strength until the eclipse had passed. It was quite a curiosity for him, but he kept silent, and pushed it into the recesses of his mind. And in that moment of realization, it was daytime, the time when Fallon had the upper hand against Baal. He had accidentally wounded himself as he lacerated a limb on the nails poking out of a destroyed wall. He saw Baal gain the same wound, out of nowhere, simultaneously as he had gained it. It was then that Fallon discovered the secret to Baal's power over him.
At Fallon's final breath, same as Baal's, he made a short whisper to the forces that seen fit to create him. Fallon's eyes then shut permanently, just as Baal's body went up in ashes and flame. And then, only then, did the pit itself shake and rattle, until it broke down into the ground due to old age - and due to a powerful strobe of light seemiingly beaming down from the sky and onto Fallon's body. Just when the odd light touched Fallon did he revive, sucking a big breath while opening his eyes. It was the angels once more, claiming his body. His trial was up, he was now ready to come back home. Fallon's body was cleansed in the light, shed of evilness and stain. He was brought out of the rough gently, in his first step to become the old Fallon, holy knight once again. Though this time, Fallon would be residing within a locale of lower level angels fighting for the same cause he had left long ago...but the story didn't end there.
Chapter Four: From Hell, and back again[/i]
With the cleansing done and over, Fallon lived a mortal's life - turning his back on his dark ways, and starting a new one. Though cleansed, he could never be fully mortal, the stains of the past could never he removed at all. His experience as an angel once more proved useful, learning from what the 'other side' of the partition had to offer. In the span of five years did he remain as mortal, doing great many deeds in the name of the new generation of angels, pleasing those that are good, and creating a new name for himself. No longer the slayer, nor the butcher, but the herald of justice. So much so that he ascended the ranks of sngels in such speed, gained popularity and earned respect that is due to him, and everything seemed perfect for a while. He battled the dark side - his former home - back into the void of hell which he knew for so long, and yet there wasn't a time he regretted it.
In all that time, through all those wars, Fallon soon found himself one again fronted as the flag bearer, one who blows the horn that signals the battle, the General, the Chief. But where were the Guides, where were the Elders who called him to battle? It wasn't long before he questioned the higher ranks - those who had every power imaginable, but were nowhere in sight when the battles and the siege against the dark side began - those who can possibly cause legions of hell to fall in a single blow, but leave it to the lower ranks to fight and even die fighting. And during those times, an old seed, the same taint that could never be removed, grew within him, eating away as if feeding to support its growth.
Years passed again, and conquests after conquests he succeeded. But with every quest, every mission, ever battle he won over, it always left him empty, wanting, needing. Unlike the Elders, he suffered the pains of battle, suffered the loss, encountered the perils. Unlike the Elders he can do nothing about it as he had no power like theirs to control, to wield, to direct to his whim and possibly tip the tides of battle to his favor. Up until one specific battle, when he faced a certain evil that he had once fought side-by-side with, a specific evil that grew too powerful than Fallon could of had ever known. And this certain evil managed to defeat him, almost fataly at that. Managing to survive, Fallon surried of not actually fled back to the Elders and finally confronted them of his affliction, only to be persecuted for his own actions in return.
And that was when it happened - the former angels that claimed him found out of his 'missions', and confronted him as he sucked the soul out of a minion from hell he defeated. True, Fallon's experience and knowledge was indeed broadened, his powers heightened, and his prowess almost unmatched - but conquering 5 of the greatest angels ever in his current state came almost impossible. Impossible that within a few hours time, he was defeated, he was cornered, he was close to failure. In a final bid for self-preservation, Fallon summoned every last power he had in himself, wielded such immense power he never thought possible, and marvelled at his masterpiece. It seemed as though he had consumed a lot of power - all of which he used at that very moment - and seeing it happen fed the seed even more until it consumed Fallon totally, the same way his madness consumed power.
Out of nowhere, a fiery portal opened right under Fallon, sucking him into its depths and away from the final strike the great angels had for him. He fell on and on until he can't remember what happened, and he only realized he stood at the gates of the very same hell he had been fighting against- the same one that adopted him after his falling out with Baal - with the same Overlord that almost slew him and started all of this, shaking his head but had a pleased look over his face. And all that the Overlord said was "Welcome home, brother..."
Likes: (5+)
Solitude.
Loud, moderatly angry music.
Storms, mainly to watch the lightning.
Manipulation, hinted towards discord with others. Mainly turning friends against each other and so forth.
Pride in his general appearance, including reputational values.
directness in conversations.
Dislikes: (5+)
Tv.
Movies.
Angels, or any other out going force of good for that matter.
repeating noises, like annoying Children or car alrams.
explaining things to simple minded people.
General stupidity.
Pointless banter.
Strengths: (3+)[/b]
Highly perceptive by nature.
Direct in speaking.
Fixed standards of personal morals and beliefs.
Stubborn.
Head Strong.
Totally loyal to those who earn it.
Weaknesses: (3+)[/b]
Easily annoyed.
Tends to be openly blunt.
Often does what has to be done, no matter the cost.
Tends to do what "He" thinks is best.
Name of Celebrity For Profile Pic/Avatar: Justin Hartley.
Example Role Play (must be at least two FULL paragraphs):
Pandora
The Queen dismissed the two women to go and eat before the battle, knowing that all of them would need their strength to face what was coming in the hours ahead. She herself had fed as the last rays of sunlight had faded over the hills to the West, taking the opportunity to do so alone, before the rest of the forces arrived. It had been several hours since that time, yet she could still feel the warmth of the blood singing within her body, giving her the energy she would need to take on the Celestials.
Although she knew that their numbers were low, Pandora did not underestimate what they were capable by any means. To do so would be a mistake, one that she had learned the hard way in the past and was not anxious to repeat. If the Bloodshadow and Scourge were to have victory tonight, however, the plans she and Athren made needed to be put into motion, and soon. They no longer had the leisure to delay, for the Queen had detected a slight ripple in the pattern of energy in Gaea, meaning that things were about to come to a head. It was time to mobilize her people, once again her bright but sad, green tinted emerald eyes fell to the legions of people and to the lives that were about to be lost, snuffed out by the breath of war.
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