Post by Mephisto on Feb 11, 2017 21:01:41 GMT -5
Character Name: Mephisto
Species: Demon
Age: 459
Height: 186 cm (6'1")
Weight: 80 kg (176 lbs.)
Appearance:
Normal:
Human:
Makyo Star:
Personality: A man with a condescending smile always seeming to be in place across his features; a carefully crafted mask to hide the darkness within. Sarcasm is his sword and wit his trusty shield; always at his beck and call whenever he has to call someone out for their stupidity. He's known for cursing very vocally whenever possible but he usually reserves it when things had truly not gone his way at all.
Mephisto is headstrong and stubborn once he has his sight set on a goal, becoming quite ruthless and brutal in his aim to accomplish whatever he wants thanks to his upbringing and his demon blood running through his veins, but if there was one thing he learned if was the meaning of subterfuge; never show your cards too fast and always make it so that the odds works in your favor and not against you. As such he has come to see that sometimes people can be expendable in the grand scheme of things and that to reach the top sometimes you have to step on a few toes and heads to accomplish whatever your heart desires, even if that means disposing of a few insects to do so.
It worked for the demons, so humans weren't really all that different considering they were the real monsters.
He's willing to work with others if it means bringing a means to an end for his goals or to work for a common goal. He can also make 'friends' if he wants to but don't be fooled as he will come to expect that you'll owe him a favor if you asked for his help and he's willing to expect pay back-- with interest if so required once he requests it.
After all, nothing is free in this world; not even the most whimsical feelings that friendship or companionship might bring upon a person.
Brief History: Born from a 'noble' lineage of Demons, Mephisto's way of life was already set a high bar the moment he was spawned and his eyes gazed into the chaotic world of the Demon Realm, on their own little corner where they dominated those weaker and subjugated those that dared to cross their line of sight with extreme prejudice. His birth heralded a new era of darkness soon to come, though if you asked any Demonic Parent of noble and regal descent, they'd probably tell you the same thing when their children spawned to cause chaos and havoc into the world at large.
Parents, gotta love them, right?
Well, not much in this case, as Mephisto's boot camp began since the moment he could form an energy ball in between his hands and start to sense the energy around him. For almost three hundred years, he was tested, broken, bent and twisted all around for his Parents whims and expectations. If he couldn't reach the bar, he was punished, if he messed up, he was punished, and if he ever talked back he was met with a challenging grin but ultimate he was punished for his transgression, as he still lived under his parents roof and so long until he did so their words were law.
The time to finally see if he was bound for greatness came when he was four hundred years old, mature enough to get ahold of his Father's throne or command a small army of lesser Demon in his name. He stood a few ways away from his Father and Mother, their faces set into sneers as they told him in no uncertain terms that if he wasn't able to strike them down then he'd be cast aside like so much trash, a fate that would disgrace him for years to come and would make him the laughing stock of the Demon Realm. Determination coursing through his veins, Mephisto mutely took a stance and challenged his progenitors for the right to exist and be know as his own entity and not the spawn that clung to their shadows like a parasite.
The battle was hard fought, spanning almost fifty years with close calls and false wins, but in the end, he managed to overcome all odds and emerged as victorious; standing tall upon the bruised and battered bodies of his parents, his Mother completely knocked out while his Father was trying to stand back up and continue the fight anew. Mephisto tried to regain his breath back under control as the euphoric feeling of domination and jubilation coursed through his unholy body, looking down at his Father the Demon felt a jaw-stretching smile fix itself upon his face. "Now then, daddy-o," Trying to set a sarcastic tone hurt more than he imagined, but the painful throb across his jaw told him that getting one too many hits across the face was not something he'd want to partake again in the near future.
Spitting a glob of phlegm to the side, he reached down and forcefully broke apart one of the horn upon his Father's head, earning a screech of pain hissed between clenched teeth and a glare that long ago would have set him ablaze with fear. The effect was missed by how his Father was on the ground, almost kneeling to him like a lesser Demon would to their betters. A long time ago, Mephisto wouldn't have ever dreamed of experiencing it with his own two eyes. Funny how things changed now that he was the one standing on top. "For safe keeping, you understand." He waved the object in front of his Father's snarling face before pocketing it. "I'll need something to remember the time I beat you black and blue and came out as the winner, eh?" Chuckling lowly under his breath, he straightened back to his full height and turned around, intent to get the hell away from this place and start his own little piece of hell somewhere else now that he was free.
"I hope I'll never see your ugly mugs ever again for as long as I can, you old coot." Stopping just near the door, he set his palm upon the worn and old wooden surface and turned his head so that his slitted eye stared back at his Father. "Keep your ears open, perhaps you will hear tales of my greatness as Lord Mephisto soon," With that message delivered, the Demon bashed the doors open and walked away into the unknown.
That was almost fifty years ago, and besides earning his rightful place as a figurehead of a legion of Lesser Demons in his own corner of the Demon Realm, making them do as he wished and wage war on his name, Mephisto could certainly say that he was feeling... disgruntled. Don't get him wrong, there was the thrill of finding new and twisted ways to torture his underline, his enemies or find many ways to amuse himself in this chaotic world of dog eats dog, but the grandeur was starting to lose its luster, and with it there was an emotion that Mephisto was quickly becoming acquainted with.
Boredom.
It was becoming a chore to send his 'loyal' subjects to their deaths, for fuck's sake, and torturing some poor fool was almost not as good as it was before, which was a tragedy. He had heard whispers of what was happening on the surface, untold battles and destruction having graced the people of Earth numerous times across almost a millennium. Some might say that curiosity killed the cat, as Mephisto searched for ways to get out of this hellhole so he could walk upon the mortal soil, but in this case, Death would be a peculiar (and welcomed) experience compared with the stillness he was feeling in this damn place.
Nine excruciatingly long years later, with nothing but determination and bullheaded stubbornness paving the way, Mephisto found a way to snag a portal from the bowels of the Demon Realm that would create an opening to the world of Man. Now standing at the opening jaws of the portal, the Demon felt a jaw-stretching smile settled across his features. "Let's see what's so interesting about this place, who knows, perhaps I'll get to have some fun before I'm sent back here." With a chuckle, he stepped through the portal as it closed behind him, excited about the battles ahead as he moved forward and never looked back.
Starting Planet: Earth.
OOC Name: Mephisto.
Referral?: From a friend.
Species: Demon
Age: 459
Height: 186 cm (6'1")
Weight: 80 kg (176 lbs.)
Appearance:
Normal:
Human:
Makyo Star:
Personality: A man with a condescending smile always seeming to be in place across his features; a carefully crafted mask to hide the darkness within. Sarcasm is his sword and wit his trusty shield; always at his beck and call whenever he has to call someone out for their stupidity. He's known for cursing very vocally whenever possible but he usually reserves it when things had truly not gone his way at all.
Mephisto is headstrong and stubborn once he has his sight set on a goal, becoming quite ruthless and brutal in his aim to accomplish whatever he wants thanks to his upbringing and his demon blood running through his veins, but if there was one thing he learned if was the meaning of subterfuge; never show your cards too fast and always make it so that the odds works in your favor and not against you. As such he has come to see that sometimes people can be expendable in the grand scheme of things and that to reach the top sometimes you have to step on a few toes and heads to accomplish whatever your heart desires, even if that means disposing of a few insects to do so.
It worked for the demons, so humans weren't really all that different considering they were the real monsters.
He's willing to work with others if it means bringing a means to an end for his goals or to work for a common goal. He can also make 'friends' if he wants to but don't be fooled as he will come to expect that you'll owe him a favor if you asked for his help and he's willing to expect pay back-- with interest if so required once he requests it.
After all, nothing is free in this world; not even the most whimsical feelings that friendship or companionship might bring upon a person.
Brief History: Born from a 'noble' lineage of Demons, Mephisto's way of life was already set a high bar the moment he was spawned and his eyes gazed into the chaotic world of the Demon Realm, on their own little corner where they dominated those weaker and subjugated those that dared to cross their line of sight with extreme prejudice. His birth heralded a new era of darkness soon to come, though if you asked any Demonic Parent of noble and regal descent, they'd probably tell you the same thing when their children spawned to cause chaos and havoc into the world at large.
Parents, gotta love them, right?
Well, not much in this case, as Mephisto's boot camp began since the moment he could form an energy ball in between his hands and start to sense the energy around him. For almost three hundred years, he was tested, broken, bent and twisted all around for his Parents whims and expectations. If he couldn't reach the bar, he was punished, if he messed up, he was punished, and if he ever talked back he was met with a challenging grin but ultimate he was punished for his transgression, as he still lived under his parents roof and so long until he did so their words were law.
The time to finally see if he was bound for greatness came when he was four hundred years old, mature enough to get ahold of his Father's throne or command a small army of lesser Demon in his name. He stood a few ways away from his Father and Mother, their faces set into sneers as they told him in no uncertain terms that if he wasn't able to strike them down then he'd be cast aside like so much trash, a fate that would disgrace him for years to come and would make him the laughing stock of the Demon Realm. Determination coursing through his veins, Mephisto mutely took a stance and challenged his progenitors for the right to exist and be know as his own entity and not the spawn that clung to their shadows like a parasite.
The battle was hard fought, spanning almost fifty years with close calls and false wins, but in the end, he managed to overcome all odds and emerged as victorious; standing tall upon the bruised and battered bodies of his parents, his Mother completely knocked out while his Father was trying to stand back up and continue the fight anew. Mephisto tried to regain his breath back under control as the euphoric feeling of domination and jubilation coursed through his unholy body, looking down at his Father the Demon felt a jaw-stretching smile fix itself upon his face. "Now then, daddy-o," Trying to set a sarcastic tone hurt more than he imagined, but the painful throb across his jaw told him that getting one too many hits across the face was not something he'd want to partake again in the near future.
Spitting a glob of phlegm to the side, he reached down and forcefully broke apart one of the horn upon his Father's head, earning a screech of pain hissed between clenched teeth and a glare that long ago would have set him ablaze with fear. The effect was missed by how his Father was on the ground, almost kneeling to him like a lesser Demon would to their betters. A long time ago, Mephisto wouldn't have ever dreamed of experiencing it with his own two eyes. Funny how things changed now that he was the one standing on top. "For safe keeping, you understand." He waved the object in front of his Father's snarling face before pocketing it. "I'll need something to remember the time I beat you black and blue and came out as the winner, eh?" Chuckling lowly under his breath, he straightened back to his full height and turned around, intent to get the hell away from this place and start his own little piece of hell somewhere else now that he was free.
"I hope I'll never see your ugly mugs ever again for as long as I can, you old coot." Stopping just near the door, he set his palm upon the worn and old wooden surface and turned his head so that his slitted eye stared back at his Father. "Keep your ears open, perhaps you will hear tales of my greatness as Lord Mephisto soon," With that message delivered, the Demon bashed the doors open and walked away into the unknown.
That was almost fifty years ago, and besides earning his rightful place as a figurehead of a legion of Lesser Demons in his own corner of the Demon Realm, making them do as he wished and wage war on his name, Mephisto could certainly say that he was feeling... disgruntled. Don't get him wrong, there was the thrill of finding new and twisted ways to torture his underline, his enemies or find many ways to amuse himself in this chaotic world of dog eats dog, but the grandeur was starting to lose its luster, and with it there was an emotion that Mephisto was quickly becoming acquainted with.
Boredom.
It was becoming a chore to send his 'loyal' subjects to their deaths, for fuck's sake, and torturing some poor fool was almost not as good as it was before, which was a tragedy. He had heard whispers of what was happening on the surface, untold battles and destruction having graced the people of Earth numerous times across almost a millennium. Some might say that curiosity killed the cat, as Mephisto searched for ways to get out of this hellhole so he could walk upon the mortal soil, but in this case, Death would be a peculiar (and welcomed) experience compared with the stillness he was feeling in this damn place.
Nine excruciatingly long years later, with nothing but determination and bullheaded stubbornness paving the way, Mephisto found a way to snag a portal from the bowels of the Demon Realm that would create an opening to the world of Man. Now standing at the opening jaws of the portal, the Demon felt a jaw-stretching smile settled across his features. "Let's see what's so interesting about this place, who knows, perhaps I'll get to have some fun before I'm sent back here." With a chuckle, he stepped through the portal as it closed behind him, excited about the battles ahead as he moved forward and never looked back.
Starting Planet: Earth.
OOC Name: Mephisto.
Referral?: From a friend.