Post by Zalt on Mar 5, 2018 13:45:06 GMT -5
Zalt
Name: Zalt
Age: 267
Race: Demon-Magi
Gender: Male
Universe: Seven
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 181lbs.
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Red
Identifying Markers: The exposed parts of Draekon's body have many runic tattoos which only has knows the meaning of, however they look as if they were carved and burned into his skin rather than tattooed the conventional way. Another identifying marker of his would be his pointed ears and pale skin, a contrast to his dark eyes.
Personality: Manipulative, conniving, and selfish. Not the most honest man in the world, cruel toward those weaker than him. Treats them as slaves. Only serves those who can fuel his own gain.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes: Power and money, other entities of evil. Those who can help him advance his career.
Dislikes: Weakness, being disrespected and underestimated. Hates when people ridicule him for his ears or his pale skin.
Aspirations: To avenge himself against a world that cast him out and ultimately come to power within the Demon World.
Homeworld: Makai
Allegiance: None yet (Though interested in the Makyosian Confederation)
Appearance:
Zalt is a demon who has a very humanoid appearance, with a few slight differences. He is a male Magi who stands at an average height of five feet eight inches, with shoulderblade length white hair, which has a certain blue tint to it. His ears are pointed like those seen in fantasy, namely of the elven people and his features are very handsome with a constantly clean shaven face. The Demon Magi wears clothing befitting a warrior from ancient times. He wears a pair of brown boots, dark blue slacks, with a brown leather chest plate and gloves. He also wears a long, dark blue cloak with the hood often pulled up to conceal his face. His skin is also a deathly pale and he never seems to tan.
Backstory:
From the moment he was born, people knew he was different. Born over two hundred and thirty seven years ago in a village so secluded, it's inhabitants knew nothing of the outside world at large, Zalt didn't have alot to do as a child except work in his parents' fields and go to the little red school at the top of the hill.
Most of the children of his hometown were normal, healthy Human children. However, Zalt was different. He was born with very hawklike features and pointed ears, his skin a constant palour no matter how much time he'd spend toiling away in the sun. As such, he wouldn't make many friends during his childhood, either being feared or ridiculed. For Zalt was far different than anyone ever thought.
One bright day, he was walking home from school when he was beset upon by a group of his peers. These children were quite cruel to the young boy, calling him "freak" or "ugly". Many times before the boy had run home crying, but not this time. His blood boiled...his eyes would glow red. Rocks would slowly rise from the ground and hit his assailants, striking then with furious vengeance. One of those rocks struck his biggest adversary right between the eyes...and he'd ended up killing the child.
His boring, yet once peaceful world would be shattered by this development. His own parents would disown him as they'd cast him out into the wilderness to fend for himself. Having no choice but to hunt his own food and defend himself, the boy would hone this dark power festering inside of him...and as birthdays would come and pass, he would notice that he didn't age as fast as the ones who'd ridiculed him.
One day, he would wander past the borders of the Secluded Village and onto a country road, where he would almost be hit by an eighteen wheeler. It was horrifying for the young boy and the driver alike...but as his fear increased, so did his hold over his powers. Just as he would almost be crushed by the truck, he'd narrow his feral red eyes, white hair flowing in the wind. The grill would groan as it bend inward, the truck coming to a bone shattering halt and flipping over Zalt completely.
Soon, word would spread of a "Devil Boy" wandering the countryside and tales of his horrific powers would be whispered amongst the media. Birthdays passed...more and more...and Zalt would find himself growing more detached from humanity. All that would matter to him would be power...absolute power and revenge over those who had wronged him.
He'd delve deeper into the black arts, his telekinetic prowess strengthening with each passing year. It would soon become apparent to the now eighteen year old man that he was never human at all. He would read one of the old books, he would find out a darker truth. He was a Demon, adopted by a family of humans after being found on the edge of their forest. However...further investigation would reveal his true nature...he was the Demon Magi of Funiyama Pass.
He'd spend years of his life, growing stronger. Destroying villages, killing those who ridiculed them, building his home from their bones. However, he would soon find himself growing bored in the boneshack in the woods. So he'd once again pore over the ancient text of his people to find a place where he could feel at home. One name would stand out to Zalt.
Makai. Land of the demons.
He'd study further into his roots and find out that his kind were able to travel to this world he'd studied. And so, one dark night, he'd prepare a blood sacrifice as per the ritual he'd read about had called for. The portal would open upon his chanting of the sacred verses and his sacrifice of the calf...and so, Zalt would dissappear from the human world.
It's been over two hundred years since he terrorized the world of the humans, choosing instead to flourish in the dimension of the demons. He is a shadow amongst his people for now...but perhaps he has decided to make himself known?
[OT-2]"Gaudete!" - Zalt holds a hand out before him and places two fingers on his forehead, concentrating as he quietly incites an inaudible incantation. Flames begin to form in the palm of his outstretched hand and he flicks his wrist, sending a flaming burst at his opponent similar to the way martial artists use ki blasts. (Gaudete translates to "Burst", the final "te" sounding like "tay".)Name: Zalt
Age: 267
Race: Demon-Magi
Gender: Male
Universe: Seven
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 181lbs.
Hair Color: White
Eye Color: Red
Identifying Markers: The exposed parts of Draekon's body have many runic tattoos which only has knows the meaning of, however they look as if they were carved and burned into his skin rather than tattooed the conventional way. Another identifying marker of his would be his pointed ears and pale skin, a contrast to his dark eyes.
Personality: Manipulative, conniving, and selfish. Not the most honest man in the world, cruel toward those weaker than him. Treats them as slaves. Only serves those who can fuel his own gain.
Likes/Dislikes:
Likes: Power and money, other entities of evil. Those who can help him advance his career.
Dislikes: Weakness, being disrespected and underestimated. Hates when people ridicule him for his ears or his pale skin.
Aspirations: To avenge himself against a world that cast him out and ultimately come to power within the Demon World.
Homeworld: Makai
Allegiance: None yet (Though interested in the Makyosian Confederation)
Appearance:
Zalt is a demon who has a very humanoid appearance, with a few slight differences. He is a male Magi who stands at an average height of five feet eight inches, with shoulderblade length white hair, which has a certain blue tint to it. His ears are pointed like those seen in fantasy, namely of the elven people and his features are very handsome with a constantly clean shaven face. The Demon Magi wears clothing befitting a warrior from ancient times. He wears a pair of brown boots, dark blue slacks, with a brown leather chest plate and gloves. He also wears a long, dark blue cloak with the hood often pulled up to conceal his face. His skin is also a deathly pale and he never seems to tan.
Backstory:
From the moment he was born, people knew he was different. Born over two hundred and thirty seven years ago in a village so secluded, it's inhabitants knew nothing of the outside world at large, Zalt didn't have alot to do as a child except work in his parents' fields and go to the little red school at the top of the hill.
Most of the children of his hometown were normal, healthy Human children. However, Zalt was different. He was born with very hawklike features and pointed ears, his skin a constant palour no matter how much time he'd spend toiling away in the sun. As such, he wouldn't make many friends during his childhood, either being feared or ridiculed. For Zalt was far different than anyone ever thought.
One bright day, he was walking home from school when he was beset upon by a group of his peers. These children were quite cruel to the young boy, calling him "freak" or "ugly". Many times before the boy had run home crying, but not this time. His blood boiled...his eyes would glow red. Rocks would slowly rise from the ground and hit his assailants, striking then with furious vengeance. One of those rocks struck his biggest adversary right between the eyes...and he'd ended up killing the child.
His boring, yet once peaceful world would be shattered by this development. His own parents would disown him as they'd cast him out into the wilderness to fend for himself. Having no choice but to hunt his own food and defend himself, the boy would hone this dark power festering inside of him...and as birthdays would come and pass, he would notice that he didn't age as fast as the ones who'd ridiculed him.
One day, he would wander past the borders of the Secluded Village and onto a country road, where he would almost be hit by an eighteen wheeler. It was horrifying for the young boy and the driver alike...but as his fear increased, so did his hold over his powers. Just as he would almost be crushed by the truck, he'd narrow his feral red eyes, white hair flowing in the wind. The grill would groan as it bend inward, the truck coming to a bone shattering halt and flipping over Zalt completely.
Soon, word would spread of a "Devil Boy" wandering the countryside and tales of his horrific powers would be whispered amongst the media. Birthdays passed...more and more...and Zalt would find himself growing more detached from humanity. All that would matter to him would be power...absolute power and revenge over those who had wronged him.
He'd delve deeper into the black arts, his telekinetic prowess strengthening with each passing year. It would soon become apparent to the now eighteen year old man that he was never human at all. He would read one of the old books, he would find out a darker truth. He was a Demon, adopted by a family of humans after being found on the edge of their forest. However...further investigation would reveal his true nature...he was the Demon Magi of Funiyama Pass.
He'd spend years of his life, growing stronger. Destroying villages, killing those who ridiculed them, building his home from their bones. However, he would soon find himself growing bored in the boneshack in the woods. So he'd once again pore over the ancient text of his people to find a place where he could feel at home. One name would stand out to Zalt.
Makai. Land of the demons.
He'd study further into his roots and find out that his kind were able to travel to this world he'd studied. And so, one dark night, he'd prepare a blood sacrifice as per the ritual he'd read about had called for. The portal would open upon his chanting of the sacred verses and his sacrifice of the calf...and so, Zalt would dissappear from the human world.
It's been over two hundred years since he terrorized the world of the humans, choosing instead to flourish in the dimension of the demons. He is a shadow amongst his people for now...but perhaps he has decided to make himself known?
[50% Dmg]
[VT-1]"Oblito Dimisit Coruscare!" - The crafty demon charges a sphere of pure flame using ancient incantations, however the flame is brighter. As it gets close to it's target, it flashes on explosion, damaging an opponent's eyesight.
(25% Dmg, Stun)(Extra Tech due to Demon Racial)
[OT-3]"Infernum!" - Levitating into the air, the Magi's pupils become filled with dark fire as he begins to chant, an orange glow appearing around his body. Flames suddenly appear in either hand and he thrusts both forward, sending a very large wall of flame speeding toward his opponent. These flames are rumored to be as hot as the fires of hell! ("Infernum" translates to "Hellfire" and is probounced as it is spelled.)
[100% Dmg]
[OT-1]"Pila Umbra!" - Zalt brings his hands up before him, thumbs and forefinger touching. The air around the Magi begins to waver as he chants low, shadowy miasma beginning to surround him like an aura. The miasma eventually gathers itself into a ball of pure darkness, with red sparks coming off of it. He then flicks his wrists and sends the ball careening at his opponent! ("Pila Umbra" translates to Shadow Ball in Zalt's native language, the "Pi" pronounced as "Pee".)
[25% Dmg]
[OT-2]"Framea Diaboli!" - Drawing both arms out to his sides with his head bowed, the dark aura surrounds a chanting Zalt. Rocks from beneath his feet blacken and crack, his own body Levitating as the rocks char with infernal flames of shadow and form 5-7 sharp spears, all pointed toward his opponent. He then swings his arms inward, firing off the spears at his opponent.
[50% Dmg]
[VT-1]"Nigrum Sanguine!" - The Magi locks eyes with his opponent, hatred burning in his eyes. The shadows begin to rise from the Earth, swirling around the target. As Zalt chants, the shadows suddenly form hundreds of tiny needles and all begin pricking the opponent, spots where they enter growing black and boiling up. The opponent will then experience symptoms of nausea, coughing, fatigue, etc for a short while.
[25% Dmg, Poison (Flavored as sickness)]
[OT-1]"Fulmineum!" - Zalt holds his hand out before him, open palmed as he chants, electricity dancing up his fingers as his aura turns a bright blue color. Sparks fly off his body as he concentrates harder, his eyes closing. Suddenly, Zalt's fingers emit a stream of electricity at his enemy, shocking them!
[25% Dmg]
[OT-2]"Diaboli Irae!" - The Magi slowly raises his right hand toward the sky, dark clouds covering the immediate area. As Zalt chants, the air around him pulsates and waivers with electricity, Zalt swinging his hand down toward his opponent in a throwing manner. Suddenly, a large bolt of lightning strikes his opponent, burning them to a crisp!
[50% Dmg]
[VT-1]"Venator In Caelum!" - Zalt crosses his hands in front of him, his eyes focusing on his opponent as he begins to chant. The static electricity in the air around the Magi soon gathers in the palms of the Demon Magi's hands, forming a condensed ball of lightning that when thrown will follow his target to the ends of the Earth!
[25% Dmg, Homing]
[PT-2]Ki Sense(Planetary) - Zalt possesses the ability to sense the energy of a warrior anywhere on the planet he is on.
[ST-3]Magic Barrier - Allows Zalt to take the entire brunt of an attack by generating a powerful Ki barrier.
Effect: Generate 110% Barrier.
[PT-1]Ritual of the Untouchable - Zalt has the ability to shed his own blood in a sacrifice to the demon world, in return the demon world giving him the blessing of speed.
Effect: -3/+2 Offensive/Defensive PL.
[PT-1]Murder of Crows - Zalt's method of flight is similar to that of a vampire, though he does so through the use of dark magic. He flies by exploding into a murder of crows and going wherever he sees fit.
[ST-1]Illusion - Zalt avoids an attack by fading out, leaving an illusion of himself.
Effect: Dodge 100% of dmg.
[PT-1]Telepathy - Zalt is able to communicate without using his mouth, speaking in his target's mind.