Post by sonofbeleth on Dec 21, 2009 19:42:28 GMT -5
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Username:SonOfBeleth
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Characters Listed:Beleth Hemophage
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Character Name:Beleth Hemophage
Character Age:22
Character Gender:M
Character Deck: A wide deck based souly on fiends.
Character Appearance: Beleth has a very thin, seemingly malnourished face and a pale, milky white completion, from spending most of his life indoors. He had always been an outcast of society, as his skin is naturally white. His hair is jet black, straight and about shoulder length, brushing the bottom of his thin neck. His eyes are dark red in color and relatively small with small pupils. He has a scar beneath his right eye that he got from a colleague that had gone insane, usually wears glasses but sometimes wears contacts.
He has a very thin build, kind of bony, and is not very strong overall (think ville valo thin, if you know who that is) he has two upper earrings on his right ear and a nose ring in his left nostril. Usually he wears baggy black denim jeans with a frayed hole torn across the left knee. It’s like this in all his jeans. He wears black T-Shirts with various logos of death metal bands, and the occasional hooded sweatshirt, all of which are much too large on him. He wears a thick chain around his neck with a large ankh on it. He wears size 11 1/2 black steel-toed boots with short, sharp metal spikes at the toe of each boot.
Character History:He doesn't know why, but Beleth has been fascinated with the dead since he was a boy. His curiosity for death began when he was about 8, when he saw his dog hit by a car. The dog was launched three feet above the car after rolling on the windshield. He ran over to it and saw that it somehow was still alive, though incapacitated the dog was fully conscious, its front legs broken backwards and neck turned half way around. Blood was pooling around the dogs mouth and it was making horrific gargling noises.
He, of course at this point, was crying. The dog had been his best and only friend. It had showed up at his house as a stray some months earlier and he had been taking care of it without his parents knowing. He didn't know what he was supposed to do. He couldn't take the dog to his parents, he would get into a large amount of trouble and would have to succumb to a large amount of verbal abuse . They would not take the dog to a veterinarian any way, and he would have done it for nothing. All he could do was sit and watch this pitiful display of the dog’s chest rising and falling. The dog was doomed to death.
He stayed by the dog’s side for about another 15 minutes, petting it and telling it everything was going to be alright. His hand was now covered in his dogs blood and the dog was still gargling, blood now pooling around its head. Then finally, its chest fell for the final time, and did not rise. The dog was dead. Beleth spent some time trying to “wake” his dog up, seeing the death as a kind of sleep. After many minutes he found the effort futile and went home, dragging the dog with him. He hid the dog behind his house and went inside to clean up, wiping the warm, salty tears from his eyes with the back of his hand.
After hiding his dog and washing up, curiosity began to plague his thoughts. Why did his dog cough blood before dying? He didn’t know but was sure he could find out. His father was a doctor and he had overheard him talking to his mother about finding out what was wrong with a patient by cutting them open. Surgery, he believed it was called. His father had a valuable diamond bladed scalpel on display in his room. Beleth snick into his fathers room and stole the super sharp scalpel. He sneaked it outside and turned his dog over on its back and began the dissection. this dog was the first of many animal dissections to come. it was long and imperfect, but he managed to cut the dog open. what he found shocked him, but he learned from it as well. Upon impact the car had shattered the dogs ribcage, puncturing its lungs in three places. this in turn caused blood to leak into its lungs, which as a natural reflex, it coughed up. This was the first of a few incidents that sparked a long life of obsession with the dead.
He began to research different ways animals and people died. He was amazed at how fragile life actually was, and how animals could die so easily. So many animals…so different…yet EVERY living creature has two things in common. They all die…and they all decay.
His father was an abusive man, beating him and his mother. His mother blamed him for his fathers abusive state and in turn abused him as well. He underwent vast amounts of verbal and physical abuse throughout his early years. He never really ate a lot, but his parents gave him the minimum, only enough for him not to starve. This is what caused his sickly, malnourished state.
His father was almost never around, but when he was he began to act increasingly odd. Finally when Beleth was 12, he woke up to his father leaving a note on the kitchen table. His father didn't know he had seen him. Beleth wanted to know what was going on and crawled into the backseat floorboard of his fathers car. As it turns out his father had been fired some months earlier.
His father drove up on an apartment building. Beleth recognized the building. This is where his great-uncle lived. His parents had dropped him off to stay here before. In the time he had spent with him, he and his uncle had grown close. After his father left, he followed him into the apartment complex and up to the stairs. After his father went into a room marked "354" he walked up to the door.
He walked to the room and stood outside the door, pressing his ear to the cold wood. He listened to them casually talk for a little bit, talking about life. How he had lost his job. How he needed money. Some things that Beleth couldn't make out. Then yelling. He heard them yelling loudly, finally he heard his father yell “IF YOU DONT WANT TO HELP, THEN FINE!” and a clicking noise, followed by a scream and a gargling noise.
He busted into the room and saw his father standing over his uncle with a switchblade, his uncle holding his throat, making illegible noises while he bled freely from his wound. Finally he fell to the ground with a loud THUMP, a cold, lifeless shell, blood still pouring from the wound. His father had tears in his eyes as he looked over at Beleth “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE? GET THE FUCK OVER HERE YOU STUPID ASS KID!” Beleth did as he was told, looking toward the ground. He retched his hand into his back pocket and slowly slid out the scalpel he had been carrying since his dog died. He made it over to his father, hiding the scalpel behind his back. His father grabbed his left arm and violently shook him, screaming gibberish muffled by his sobs at Beleth. Beleth looked over at his dead uncle and began to cry. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU CRYING ABOUT, YOU CENSORED!?” his father yelled to him. Beleth gripped the scalpel tighter. Finally, he could take it no more. He swiped the scalpel through the air at his fathers throat, slicing a deep gash into his carotid artery. His father dropped to his knees, holding his throat just as his uncle had. He muttered something through the blood, tears in his eyes and collapsed onto the ground at Beleth' feet.
He thought about it and realized that this was a great chance to preform a human autopsy. He walked over to his father and turned him over, bringing the scalpel to his chest. He had studied much since he was younger and knew how this worked. He made the Y-incision into his father and began looking at his insides, memorizing every organ. He stood up and shook his head. In order to get any further, he would need to get some form of saw. Then he remembered the year before. His uncle had kept all kinds of tools in his pantry. He walked into the kitchen and to a tall, white door. He gripped the cold knob and opened the door to the pantry. He looked in the bottom right hand corner of it and sure enough he found a short hack-saw. It wasn't the best for the job, but it would have to do.
He walked back over to the body of his father and began sawing off the ribcage. He removed it, setting it to the side and began to examine his heart and lungs. He cut open his lungs and what he found was astounding. His father had a very large tumor in his right lung, probably the size of a baby's fist. Beleth grinned when he saw this. He laughed silently to himself. He laughed, standing up. He was finished with the body and was about to give his dermestid beetles a great meal.
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Character Personality:Beleth has very few friends, but he is very close to those he do consider friends. He is usually very laid back with his friends, which is not usually the case. He is borderline schizophrenic and is always wherry of his surroundings. He can’t even sleep at night without checking all possible places someone could be hiding to come out at night and slice his throat in his sleep. Yet his countenance is misleading, as he can be speaking to someone he doesn’t trust or even a "superior" in a casual tone, maintaining a cool, calm, collected feel. His friends know this and do not mind, Beleth is Beleth they often state when asked how they are friends with him.
As far as he can remember he has been fascinated with the dead, dissecting animals even at the early age of 6 (the first animal he dissected he used a scalpel he found in his fathers room to cut open a dead dog he found on the side of the road, see history) however he will not often kill. He usually found dead animals to examine, not live animals to kill. Though this does not mean he didn't kill some, he has no real compassion for those he doesn't know or is not close to.
He started researching the human body at about 11 years old, after he saw the murder of his great uncle and was fascinated with the stream of blood that spewed from his neck after he had his throat cut. He learned quickly, studying books and watching autopsy videos, and knows every way to kill a person possible, as well as all pressure points in the human body. He knows the human body inside out (no pun intended) and can name every bone, artery, vein, tendon and organ in the body, as well as point out their location.
He despises his parents. His father killed his uncle (whom he was very close to, the same mentioned earlier) and his mother was a raging drunk who beat him viciously as a child. He hasn't talked to either of them in years, and doesn't intend to.
He is a very intelligent man and can learn quickly. This can be proven in his early mastery of anatomy. He also has a deep interest in zombies and the living dead. This fascination lead to him studying magic to bring the dead back to lice when he was 14. He studied and studied, finally he found it in an old leather tome and learned how to bring small animals to life. Though what he creates are not zombies, he still has a fascination with them. He fears the, what he believes to be inevitable, oncoming zombie apocalypse.
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Diving Deeper[/u][/size]
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Character Stregnths:Is an exponetnialy developed dulest, also know the various anatomy and physiology of the human body. His deck "Ultimate Evil" is built to be able to adjust to the situation. He is a merciless duelest and will try to win at any cost.
Character Weaknesses:He is borderline scitzophrenic. He gets paranoid exponentialy easily, this hinders him from making good judgement.
Character Abilities:Shadow Game generation.
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Username:SonOfBeleth
Age:17
Characters Listed:Beleth Hemophage
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Above the Surface[/u][/size]
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Character Name:Beleth Hemophage
Character Age:22
Character Gender:M
Character Deck: A wide deck based souly on fiends.
Character Appearance: Beleth has a very thin, seemingly malnourished face and a pale, milky white completion, from spending most of his life indoors. He had always been an outcast of society, as his skin is naturally white. His hair is jet black, straight and about shoulder length, brushing the bottom of his thin neck. His eyes are dark red in color and relatively small with small pupils. He has a scar beneath his right eye that he got from a colleague that had gone insane, usually wears glasses but sometimes wears contacts.
He has a very thin build, kind of bony, and is not very strong overall (think ville valo thin, if you know who that is) he has two upper earrings on his right ear and a nose ring in his left nostril. Usually he wears baggy black denim jeans with a frayed hole torn across the left knee. It’s like this in all his jeans. He wears black T-Shirts with various logos of death metal bands, and the occasional hooded sweatshirt, all of which are much too large on him. He wears a thick chain around his neck with a large ankh on it. He wears size 11 1/2 black steel-toed boots with short, sharp metal spikes at the toe of each boot.
Character History:He doesn't know why, but Beleth has been fascinated with the dead since he was a boy. His curiosity for death began when he was about 8, when he saw his dog hit by a car. The dog was launched three feet above the car after rolling on the windshield. He ran over to it and saw that it somehow was still alive, though incapacitated the dog was fully conscious, its front legs broken backwards and neck turned half way around. Blood was pooling around the dogs mouth and it was making horrific gargling noises.
He, of course at this point, was crying. The dog had been his best and only friend. It had showed up at his house as a stray some months earlier and he had been taking care of it without his parents knowing. He didn't know what he was supposed to do. He couldn't take the dog to his parents, he would get into a large amount of trouble and would have to succumb to a large amount of verbal abuse . They would not take the dog to a veterinarian any way, and he would have done it for nothing. All he could do was sit and watch this pitiful display of the dog’s chest rising and falling. The dog was doomed to death.
He stayed by the dog’s side for about another 15 minutes, petting it and telling it everything was going to be alright. His hand was now covered in his dogs blood and the dog was still gargling, blood now pooling around its head. Then finally, its chest fell for the final time, and did not rise. The dog was dead. Beleth spent some time trying to “wake” his dog up, seeing the death as a kind of sleep. After many minutes he found the effort futile and went home, dragging the dog with him. He hid the dog behind his house and went inside to clean up, wiping the warm, salty tears from his eyes with the back of his hand.
After hiding his dog and washing up, curiosity began to plague his thoughts. Why did his dog cough blood before dying? He didn’t know but was sure he could find out. His father was a doctor and he had overheard him talking to his mother about finding out what was wrong with a patient by cutting them open. Surgery, he believed it was called. His father had a valuable diamond bladed scalpel on display in his room. Beleth snick into his fathers room and stole the super sharp scalpel. He sneaked it outside and turned his dog over on its back and began the dissection. this dog was the first of many animal dissections to come. it was long and imperfect, but he managed to cut the dog open. what he found shocked him, but he learned from it as well. Upon impact the car had shattered the dogs ribcage, puncturing its lungs in three places. this in turn caused blood to leak into its lungs, which as a natural reflex, it coughed up. This was the first of a few incidents that sparked a long life of obsession with the dead.
He began to research different ways animals and people died. He was amazed at how fragile life actually was, and how animals could die so easily. So many animals…so different…yet EVERY living creature has two things in common. They all die…and they all decay.
His father was an abusive man, beating him and his mother. His mother blamed him for his fathers abusive state and in turn abused him as well. He underwent vast amounts of verbal and physical abuse throughout his early years. He never really ate a lot, but his parents gave him the minimum, only enough for him not to starve. This is what caused his sickly, malnourished state.
His father was almost never around, but when he was he began to act increasingly odd. Finally when Beleth was 12, he woke up to his father leaving a note on the kitchen table. His father didn't know he had seen him. Beleth wanted to know what was going on and crawled into the backseat floorboard of his fathers car. As it turns out his father had been fired some months earlier.
His father drove up on an apartment building. Beleth recognized the building. This is where his great-uncle lived. His parents had dropped him off to stay here before. In the time he had spent with him, he and his uncle had grown close. After his father left, he followed him into the apartment complex and up to the stairs. After his father went into a room marked "354" he walked up to the door.
He walked to the room and stood outside the door, pressing his ear to the cold wood. He listened to them casually talk for a little bit, talking about life. How he had lost his job. How he needed money. Some things that Beleth couldn't make out. Then yelling. He heard them yelling loudly, finally he heard his father yell “IF YOU DONT WANT TO HELP, THEN FINE!” and a clicking noise, followed by a scream and a gargling noise.
He busted into the room and saw his father standing over his uncle with a switchblade, his uncle holding his throat, making illegible noises while he bled freely from his wound. Finally he fell to the ground with a loud THUMP, a cold, lifeless shell, blood still pouring from the wound. His father had tears in his eyes as he looked over at Beleth “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE? GET THE FUCK OVER HERE YOU STUPID ASS KID!” Beleth did as he was told, looking toward the ground. He retched his hand into his back pocket and slowly slid out the scalpel he had been carrying since his dog died. He made it over to his father, hiding the scalpel behind his back. His father grabbed his left arm and violently shook him, screaming gibberish muffled by his sobs at Beleth. Beleth looked over at his dead uncle and began to cry. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU CRYING ABOUT, YOU CENSORED!?” his father yelled to him. Beleth gripped the scalpel tighter. Finally, he could take it no more. He swiped the scalpel through the air at his fathers throat, slicing a deep gash into his carotid artery. His father dropped to his knees, holding his throat just as his uncle had. He muttered something through the blood, tears in his eyes and collapsed onto the ground at Beleth' feet.
He thought about it and realized that this was a great chance to preform a human autopsy. He walked over to his father and turned him over, bringing the scalpel to his chest. He had studied much since he was younger and knew how this worked. He made the Y-incision into his father and began looking at his insides, memorizing every organ. He stood up and shook his head. In order to get any further, he would need to get some form of saw. Then he remembered the year before. His uncle had kept all kinds of tools in his pantry. He walked into the kitchen and to a tall, white door. He gripped the cold knob and opened the door to the pantry. He looked in the bottom right hand corner of it and sure enough he found a short hack-saw. It wasn't the best for the job, but it would have to do.
He walked back over to the body of his father and began sawing off the ribcage. He removed it, setting it to the side and began to examine his heart and lungs. He cut open his lungs and what he found was astounding. His father had a very large tumor in his right lung, probably the size of a baby's fist. Beleth grinned when he saw this. He laughed silently to himself. He laughed, standing up. He was finished with the body and was about to give his dermestid beetles a great meal.
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Below the Surface[/u][/size]
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Character Personality:Beleth has very few friends, but he is very close to those he do consider friends. He is usually very laid back with his friends, which is not usually the case. He is borderline schizophrenic and is always wherry of his surroundings. He can’t even sleep at night without checking all possible places someone could be hiding to come out at night and slice his throat in his sleep. Yet his countenance is misleading, as he can be speaking to someone he doesn’t trust or even a "superior" in a casual tone, maintaining a cool, calm, collected feel. His friends know this and do not mind, Beleth is Beleth they often state when asked how they are friends with him.
As far as he can remember he has been fascinated with the dead, dissecting animals even at the early age of 6 (the first animal he dissected he used a scalpel he found in his fathers room to cut open a dead dog he found on the side of the road, see history) however he will not often kill. He usually found dead animals to examine, not live animals to kill. Though this does not mean he didn't kill some, he has no real compassion for those he doesn't know or is not close to.
He started researching the human body at about 11 years old, after he saw the murder of his great uncle and was fascinated with the stream of blood that spewed from his neck after he had his throat cut. He learned quickly, studying books and watching autopsy videos, and knows every way to kill a person possible, as well as all pressure points in the human body. He knows the human body inside out (no pun intended) and can name every bone, artery, vein, tendon and organ in the body, as well as point out their location.
He despises his parents. His father killed his uncle (whom he was very close to, the same mentioned earlier) and his mother was a raging drunk who beat him viciously as a child. He hasn't talked to either of them in years, and doesn't intend to.
He is a very intelligent man and can learn quickly. This can be proven in his early mastery of anatomy. He also has a deep interest in zombies and the living dead. This fascination lead to him studying magic to bring the dead back to lice when he was 14. He studied and studied, finally he found it in an old leather tome and learned how to bring small animals to life. Though what he creates are not zombies, he still has a fascination with them. He fears the, what he believes to be inevitable, oncoming zombie apocalypse.
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Diving Deeper[/u][/size]
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Character Stregnths:Is an exponetnialy developed dulest, also know the various anatomy and physiology of the human body. His deck "Ultimate Evil" is built to be able to adjust to the situation. He is a merciless duelest and will try to win at any cost.
Character Weaknesses:He is borderline scitzophrenic. He gets paranoid exponentialy easily, this hinders him from making good judgement.
Character Abilities:Shadow Game generation.
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Everything Else[/u][/size]
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Anything Extra: (Anything else about your character you would like us to know)
Roleplay Sample:-