Post by Bernael on Dec 13, 2015 1:39:49 GMT -5
Name: Bernael Adonael
Species: Hybrid, Demon-Human, Demon Dominate
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Starting Planet: Earth
Appearance: Picture Above
History:On a dark evening, an outcast would be born, the spawn of a mix between a human and a lower class demon’s genetics. Bernael Adonael was an outsider from birth, his mother held no qualms with just announcing in information that he was a half-demon, even going as far to change her last name to something more angelic, and then giving her son the name of an old fallen angel, so as to call him her little angel, but with a demonic twist.
It was as if she took pride in having a human-demon son, and because of her letting everyone know, Bernael had a rough time in any schooling. “Who would want a Demon for a friend?” or “What if his demon side truly does come out!" is what most people would say if he even tried to get close to other kids his age, so eventually he gave up and just took to backyard training to get out frustration. His mother didn’t mind as she understood what she had done letting everyone know of her son's true origins, and would let him do whatever he’d like to get out what was being built up.
It was only when he got into a high school, that things took a turn for the worst. His training was very minor, and it was more built to release anger than it was to build strength, so he wasn’t very strong at all, and high school was a nightmare for an outcast like him. Bullies would hassle and shove him around every day, calling him a worthless being and how he wouldn’t ever fit in. They talked about how he would never be accepted by any other human apart from his mother, being of demon descent. And that demon probably don’t want some human around their lives. Having no knowledge about real demon-human relations, Bernael foolishly got worse off mentally each day, as he believed every word they said.
His physical condition grew worse too, as he stopped training altogether, and even stopped getting basic exercise and stopped eating as much too. His body fell into malnutrition and his body became quite frail, he got injured easily by the bullies who continued to bully him until he became 16 years of age, when he finally snapped. He would start intensively training himself again, and eating on a regular basis to regain his lost strength back, and then push himself a bit farther. He kept training until he could get a tiny bit stronger than the person who led the bullies little group, which wasn’t very hard to accomplish with them being just some low time power kids in a school. However, he didn’t account for their massive group advantage, and that all of the bullies together could overpower him.
“I just… want to be left alone!” Bernael would shout out at them, speaking out to them for the first time ever, his eyes would change with a black diamond shape extending the iris as a dark red energy surge would spark around him, he felt that he had to at least double in strength with what had happened just then, and both him and the bullies were confused but he took it into his hands to end the struggle he was in once and for all. In a short time, he would wipe the floor with the group of bullies and his power surge would quickly end just as fast as it came. He was confused if that was his potential as a demon that he had been wondering about all these years, or if it was just some fluke in his thoughts. He would shake his head as he would stare down at the group “Alright, all of you, please, leave me alone from now on, I don’t want any more trouble from you, and it would be in everyone’s interest if this ended!” and just like that, he would turn and exit the school without an extra word.
Sadly, the bullies would have gossiped, and as stories fly, the entire school knew about what he did and what had happened, and the thoughts of him only lowered. He didn’t mind though, as his school life got better, the look of him changed for the worse, but at least he was being left alone. This allowed him mental peace, and he would just train in his free time before quitting school altogether to train full time to get as strong as he could as he aged. His mother didn’t stop him, and allowed him to continue his training for as long as he wanted. He desired to know more about the demon father he never knew, and what being a demon meant, but on the side, he wanted to know what that surge was the other day, and if it was tied to him being a demon or not.
By the time he was nineteen years of age, he prepared ready to set off into the open world to find his own answers, and find his own path. He wanted to leave his home town behind him so that he wouldn’t have to be reminded of the unforgiving and non-accepting environment he was living with, hoping that somewhere else people would be more accepting, people like his mother. But all he had were hopes, so he would have to see if they came true on his own time. Giving a final wave to his mother as he packed up some random essentials and money, he would head out into the world he knew very little about, preparing to find out just what was out there.
Techniques:
Offensive
None on Start
Support
None on Start
Special
None on Start
Items:
Old Spacepod
500 Zenni +250 from Human Race
Species: Hybrid, Demon-Human, Demon Dominate
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Starting Planet: Earth
Appearance: Picture Above
History:On a dark evening, an outcast would be born, the spawn of a mix between a human and a lower class demon’s genetics. Bernael Adonael was an outsider from birth, his mother held no qualms with just announcing in information that he was a half-demon, even going as far to change her last name to something more angelic, and then giving her son the name of an old fallen angel, so as to call him her little angel, but with a demonic twist.
It was as if she took pride in having a human-demon son, and because of her letting everyone know, Bernael had a rough time in any schooling. “Who would want a Demon for a friend?” or “What if his demon side truly does come out!" is what most people would say if he even tried to get close to other kids his age, so eventually he gave up and just took to backyard training to get out frustration. His mother didn’t mind as she understood what she had done letting everyone know of her son's true origins, and would let him do whatever he’d like to get out what was being built up.
It was only when he got into a high school, that things took a turn for the worst. His training was very minor, and it was more built to release anger than it was to build strength, so he wasn’t very strong at all, and high school was a nightmare for an outcast like him. Bullies would hassle and shove him around every day, calling him a worthless being and how he wouldn’t ever fit in. They talked about how he would never be accepted by any other human apart from his mother, being of demon descent. And that demon probably don’t want some human around their lives. Having no knowledge about real demon-human relations, Bernael foolishly got worse off mentally each day, as he believed every word they said.
His physical condition grew worse too, as he stopped training altogether, and even stopped getting basic exercise and stopped eating as much too. His body fell into malnutrition and his body became quite frail, he got injured easily by the bullies who continued to bully him until he became 16 years of age, when he finally snapped. He would start intensively training himself again, and eating on a regular basis to regain his lost strength back, and then push himself a bit farther. He kept training until he could get a tiny bit stronger than the person who led the bullies little group, which wasn’t very hard to accomplish with them being just some low time power kids in a school. However, he didn’t account for their massive group advantage, and that all of the bullies together could overpower him.
“I just… want to be left alone!” Bernael would shout out at them, speaking out to them for the first time ever, his eyes would change with a black diamond shape extending the iris as a dark red energy surge would spark around him, he felt that he had to at least double in strength with what had happened just then, and both him and the bullies were confused but he took it into his hands to end the struggle he was in once and for all. In a short time, he would wipe the floor with the group of bullies and his power surge would quickly end just as fast as it came. He was confused if that was his potential as a demon that he had been wondering about all these years, or if it was just some fluke in his thoughts. He would shake his head as he would stare down at the group “Alright, all of you, please, leave me alone from now on, I don’t want any more trouble from you, and it would be in everyone’s interest if this ended!” and just like that, he would turn and exit the school without an extra word.
Sadly, the bullies would have gossiped, and as stories fly, the entire school knew about what he did and what had happened, and the thoughts of him only lowered. He didn’t mind though, as his school life got better, the look of him changed for the worse, but at least he was being left alone. This allowed him mental peace, and he would just train in his free time before quitting school altogether to train full time to get as strong as he could as he aged. His mother didn’t stop him, and allowed him to continue his training for as long as he wanted. He desired to know more about the demon father he never knew, and what being a demon meant, but on the side, he wanted to know what that surge was the other day, and if it was tied to him being a demon or not.
By the time he was nineteen years of age, he prepared ready to set off into the open world to find his own answers, and find his own path. He wanted to leave his home town behind him so that he wouldn’t have to be reminded of the unforgiving and non-accepting environment he was living with, hoping that somewhere else people would be more accepting, people like his mother. But all he had were hopes, so he would have to see if they came true on his own time. Giving a final wave to his mother as he packed up some random essentials and money, he would head out into the world he knew very little about, preparing to find out just what was out there.
Techniques:
Offensive
None on Start
Support
None on Start
Special
None on Start
Items:
Old Spacepod
500 Zenni +250 from Human Race
