Post by Ezekiel on Sept 25, 2015 20:10:20 GMT -6
"The voices of the Angels are sweet, but their screams are even sweeter."
Ezekiel Abaddon Samhain
INFORMATION PERSONALITY USUALLY: Quiet, reserved, skittish, nervous RARELY: Confident, aggressive, loud ENJOYS: Darkness, Perytons, laying in bed, spending time with Atti DESPISES: Children, God, shifters, pain ISSUES: The once exuberant and cruel King now lies a mental and physical mess. Tortured within the depths of hell Ezekiel is now partially crazed, a second, dark personality triggered or brought on randomly. During these outbursts he is incredibly unpredictable, violent, and disturbing. He can and will attack anyone and everyone, including those he loves. PHYSICAL Height: 6'8 Weight: 220 lbs Eyes: 'Albino' Pupil of a goat, blind in the left. Hair: Dark brown Distinguishing Markings: Deep scars all over his body and face, 'whore' carved into his ring finger multiple times. Distinguishing Features: Moves very skittishly, very self preserving. Mental Health: 50% Sane {Depressed} Losing it Insane Physical Health: 25% Healthy {Injured} Dying Dead Current Injuries: Emaciated, and covered in bone deep wounds. HISTORY Born within the pearly gates of Heaven Ezekiel lived as an Angel for centuries, that was until Lucifer rose. The son of God had caught his attention, his teachings of freedom divine compared to the strict rules he'd lived with so long. Over a short span of time Ezekiel had grown close to the Dragon, and when he finally chose to fight he fought at his side. For this traitorous act he and many others were stripped of their angelic nature and forced into the Inferno. There, he mutated, changed. His body replaced the feathery wings with those of flesh and spike, horns of a ram sprouted from his skull, and his eyes morphed to match that of Lucifer's chosen sacrifice. He felt great. At this point he was nothing more than a blob, the lowest demon on the totem pole, a simple fellow. He followed orders to a T in those days, completing his tasks quicker than any other until finally his day came. As Lucifer himself called to his old friend Ezekiel went willingly, and upon that dark hour he was changed, and his title rose and became feared. He remained this way for centuries, killing any who got in his way, until one fateful day. An Incubus had somehow arrived on his doorstep, an instant flirt as they always were, yet this one was different. Attican, he never gave up despite Ezekiel's constant put downs and in the end it paid off. Within a few months the two were happily engaged, and currently remain so even after the Archdemon's terrible demise and rebirth. Currently Ezekiel remains within his manor, healing from the abuse he'd been dealt within the depths. |
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