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Role Play Character Profile
Name: Eitel Michaels Cross
Age: 138 (appears 23)
Gender: Male
Race: Gargoyle
Origin: Germany / America
Family: None
Friends: *classified*
Font Color: Black
Theme Song: Iori Yagami's Theme from KOF '96
Fighting Theme:Fan-made Vega Theme for Street Fighter IV
Intense/Final Battle Theme:"Battle Hymn of the Soul" from Persona 3
Appearance (Human):
Appearance (Gargoyle):
Biography
The History of Eitel: Pre-Syndicate
I originated in America, near the urban area referred to as Chicago, and was given the name Michael. Growing up in the suburbs, I had a pleasant life. Although friends seemed hard to come by for me, I did not think twice about it back then. As i became older, strange thoughts began to enter my mind. Thoughts that would probably have any normal person insane. Images of skinless flesh, piles of decaying carcasses, screams of tortured souls in a far away room, and my own hands stained with blood. At first I feared the thoughts, still being quite young and moronically Catholic.
But as time passed, I became older, more knowledgable of the world around me. I began to see what the world truly is, a dark, filthy, disgusting place. Filled with nothing but hippocrites who preach equality and freedom, but deep down understand only money and power. It was around this time I cast aside my Catholic beliefs and turned Athiest, and also when the thoughts turned not into nightmares, but into dreams. Slowly, I began to embrace the dreams, hoping that they would come true for me some day. Also began to play bass at this time.
Eventually, strange things began to happen. A few years after moving from my father's house (my parents became divorced after the 6th time my mother slept with another man), I began to have visions. These were unlike the dreams, which were constantly dark and filled with blood and flesh, but were of everyday events, and happened to me not long after. And when focusing on an object, I would gain visions of it's past, so far back as to 500 years. As surprised and curious as I was about this ability, I didn't loose myself over it, unlike when I first gained the thoughts back when I was a child. Years continued to pass by, and I gained more control over the visions in time which I possessed. But, there was something else that bothered me, and I wasn't able to place my finger on it at the time.
Around 48 years after my birth, I realized what has been bothering me. It was with my latest attraction, a beautiful women by the name of Maria. We were together for a few years; and even though I had no true love for her, she cared for me deeply. One night, she mentioned how I looked so young for my age. She pointed out a few people walking under our window around my age, and stated to me all their flaws that came with age. I proceeded to look at myself with the full body mirror in the room, and noticed what I never thought twice about before. I was nearing fifty, but I still had the appearance and body of someone in their early twenties. She obviously didn't mind much, for awhile. Eventually, her body began to flaw, and kept pestering me about how she hated me because she was ugly by comparison. At this point I began to wonder if I wasn't completely human.
Falling asleep after a large fight changed the rest of my life for good. The dreams came back, just like every night, but were different this time. They focused on Maria. Her screams, the sound of her skin being torn apart and peeled off of her flesh, her blood on my hands, everything. It wasn't until the second eye was ripped form her socket that I realized that this wasn't a dream. I was really doing this, the blood on my hands was real. Unlike how I thought I'd react when I was younger, I did not stop. I did not step back in cry, I did not beg for forgiveness. I smiled. A smile that would have driven a jackal insane. I kept going, slowly tearing Maria's body to pieces with the knife in my hand, and enjoying every last bit of it. When all was said in done, I laughed. For once, I laughed a real laugh. It wasn't something that was forced out like when told a joke. No, this was much better, for it came from the soul. My soul, which is now tainted with blood and darkness, and I reveled in it. I gave the motionless body a quick kiss on the lips for finally freeing me of my own chains, and left it there as a surprise for the cops when it was discovered a few week later.
Since that moment, I changed my name to Eitel, and mastered my use of knives for their torture but for my pleasure, slaughtering countless lives for the next 35 years. Of course, I was forced to become a drifter. People began to naturally fear me, as if they could see the blood right on me, and the cops began to get closer and closer to me. I ran all over the world, and was growing tired of running. I was just about to call it quits and allow myself to become caught when I noticed a man with a rifle taking out some people. The man clearly had skill, and enjoyed shooting the people below. I overheard the man talk into his headset, and focused when he said, "...coming back to Dark Syndicate." Since that man had bloodlust similar (maybe a bit less) to my own, I figured whoever accepted him would be a fitting place for me as well. Thus, I began my search for this 'Dark Syndicate'. I eventually managed to track down the Mistress Fallen, and asked her to listen to my story. I was allowed to join, as long as I swore loyalty to her and her sisters. I eagerly accepted the conditions.
This leads up to me as of now. Although I still don't know what I am, I am a faithful minion of the Dark Syndicate. The only place who would accept one such as myself.
The History of Eitel: Life in the Syndicate
As I began my new life within the Syndicate, I recognized one face instantly. It was the sniper that I saw awhile back, the one whom I learned of this group's existence. After introducing myself to him, it was not long until we became friends, and even combat partners. I was very thankful for this group, giving me enough money to afford a large top floor apartment in Chicago. After working my way around the Syndicate, introducing myself to fellow members, and of course the Mistresses, I met a rather interesting fellow. His demeanor was unlike most other members of the Syndicate, and he seemed quite powerful. As it turned out, he was Hades, step-brother to the Mistresses. Through having a pleasant Q&A chat I had with him, I learned about the possibility of the type of creature my real father was, and quite possibly my other half that isn't human.
Upon gaining this information, I made my way to South America, more specifically some Aztec ruins. Camo accompanied me on this trip, providing extra protection while I concentrated on investigating the ruins. While seeing the ruins, and speaking with the Natives, I learned that a creature that matched the description of the picture that Hades gave me used to live in the area was very active lately, but hasn't been seen for nearly a month. From those who saw it last, they said it went northeast. Thus, my venture brought me to Europe, a place where I, shall we say, am not welcome too much in public. Camo managed to cover my existence in Europe by creating a widespread panic, shooting random victims, thus allowing any focus on me to be diverted.
Soon, in an abandoned mansion in the northern part of Germany, I saw him. The man/thing who very well may have been my father. I entered the building, and the creature quickly turned into human form, and was tense. I explained to it him who I was, and why I was here, which allowed him to relax a little. In a voice that sounded like rocks rubbing against each other, he assured me that he was indeed my true father. Upon this, he reverted back to his true form. Unlike my original suspicion of him being a dragon, it turned out that he was a gargoyle. He said that being a gargoyle, creatures created to protect their masters, he protected my mother for years. Soon, feelings were developed for her, and from her to him. Thus, I was conceived. But not long after my birth, my mother was killed by serial killer, who to this day has yet to be caught. The only sign this killer left on his victims was a scar that looked like a letter V with a line down the center. Feeling self-loathing due to his inability to do the mission he was meant to do, he felt that he would be unable to protect me as well. Thus, he left me on the porch of the family I considered my real parents. He of course, ran off to South America.
He also mentioned that his sudden movement out of South America was that he felt my presence, and ran off, believing I wanted to kill him out of revenge. I assured him this was not the case, and I just wanted to know more about myself. Regretful for his past actions, he vowed to make it up to me, to protect me for the rest of my life. But he did mention that his life was soon to be over, since his true master, my mother, has died many years ago. Thus, all he could do was transfer his power to me. His body began to glow red, his skin seemed to turn into stone. For a split second, he appeared as though a true statue. I began to walk up to it, but it suddenly shattered before I could get close enough to touch it. The shattered pieces turned into dust, and flew into my body through my mouth, nose, eyes, and ears. However uncomfortable it was at first, it was soon over, and that feeling of discomfort was soon replaced with the feeling of being whole. I felt a hundred times better than I ever had, and more powerful as well.
On a whim, I checked my time vision ability, and was surprised. Not only were my visions improved in terms of clearness and the time in which I can see things, but I am also able to interact with what I see, ultimately able to change something in the past, thus able to change the present. Of course, I have yet to do this, since such activities could be far too catastrophic, even by the Syndicate's standards. I also gained the ability to being things from another time into the present for a brief period of time.
Having completed my quest, I contacted Camo, and we returned to the Dark Syndicate.
Soon after our return, I was surprised with a certain tidbit of information. Mistress Fallen, the one whom I talked to to get into the Syndicate, had decided to adopt me as her son. Even though I was rather surprised, I happily accepted the role, and I now refer to her as Mother. I now truly feel as though this place is my home.
Eitel Gains New Power
After spending some time in the Syndicate, I began to grow tired of this immense power over time. Holding myself back, constantly being told to stop being cheap, and just the power itself. It started to become a pain rather than a gift. Thus, he did the only thing he could do. Change it.
But to do something this drastic, I needed to travel all the way back to Germany, to the exact same location where my father fused with me. Upon arriving, my left arm began to violently shack and spasm. Obviously, it was the remains of my father. Once in the building, I concentrated on my left arm, and forced my father out of my arm. The spiritual remnant of my father looked at me in surprise.
"Why did you force me out? Haven't I done well to protect you?"
"You have father. But I've decided I should do my own fighting for now on. Let the blood of the gargoyle give me my own gift, rather than sharing yours."
"Are you sure about this, my son?" He had a look of sadness on his face.
I paused for a moment before answering. "I am."
"Very well then. I suppose I'll next see you when your time is up. Farewell, Eitel." He slowly faded into nothingness, his face no longer sad.
"Farewell, father."
As soon as I began to leave, I fell to the ground writhing in pain. I should have known the process would have been painful. This is the first time my gargoyle blood truly bonded with my own body, instead of the remnants of my father. After ten minutes of painful twitching and agonizing headaches, the symptoms eventually subsided. I breathed heavily, sweat dripping from my skin and hair.
I slowly rose, to my feet, and accidentally cut my hand on some broken glass in the process. I winced at the pain, but then noticed something. The blood froze. As I examined it more, I could tell the edges were sharp, rather than round. As I thought about the round edges, the frozen blood suddenly unfroze, and formed it's natural round shape. Of course, being natural once again, it eventually began to drop to the floor. As it occurred I still wanted to examine it, and it seemed that thought alone made it freeze in midair, and actually rise up to eye level. At this point it is obvious. I have lost my power over time, and now control the energy of life itself. Blood.
ABILITIES AND MOVE SET (Human)
Abilities:
- I have complete control over my own blood.
- I can change the temperature, density, movement, and any foreign particles within blood.
- I can force blood to change shape, and through the change in density and particles, make it hard enough to rival tempered steel and diamonds. Thus, it can be changed to a fatal weapon, shield, bullets, etc.
- I can create wings that will give me the ability to become airborne. Only for short periods of time.
- I can only control an opponents blood in their body by placing any amount of my blood into their bloodstream.
- I can control any blood outside and away from the host body (blood spatter, pools of blood, etc.). I can also make use of blood from dead bodies.
- Regenerative abilities.
Move Set (Human):
Blood Bullet: Hardens drops of blood to a lethal density, and fires them at the opponent. Hundreds can be made at a time, and move as fast as if shot out of a gun.
Blood Sword, Axe, Knife, Naginata, Katar, etc.: Hardens the blood and turns the blood into whatever weapon he chooses.
Blood Wires: Turns the blood into something similar to lethal wires, which can cut whatever it comes in contact with.
Blood Shield: Hardens the blood into a shield. Covers a smaller area than Blood Barrier, but is nearly impenetrable.
Blood Barrier: Hardens the blood into a sphere around myself. It's strong, but not as strong as the Blood Shield.
Blood Puppet: Turns the blood into a copy of myself. I can only make one at a time.
Blood Speed: By increasing the speed blood runs throughout my body, thus spreading an increased amount of oxygen and adrenaline faster throughout the body, both my speed and strength increase.
Blood Domination: This is when I some of my blood mixed in my opponent's blood stream. As long as my blood is in the body and mixes in with the blood (which is near impossible to remove completely since it mixes with their blood), I control all the blood in their system with power equal to controlling my own blood. In other words, I can control the blood that runs through their muscles, gaining complete control of their body if I so choose. Usually, I will always force the blood to keep the muscles from moving, thus immobilizing my opponent.
ABILITIES (Gargoyle Form)
Abilities
- When in gargoyle form, the ability to control blood is lost.
- Although I can regenerate, it is nowhere near as quick as my humanoid form.
- My body becomes incredibly durable, able to withstand a nuclear explosion with ease.
- I can fly for any amount of time.
- My strength and speed are also upgraded, but nowhere near as much as my defense.
- I have a natural resistance to holy/light based attacks.
- I can shoot flames and fireballs from my mouth with enough heat to melt reinforced adamantium.
Other Information:
After spending much time in the Dark Syndicate, and living over a hundred years, my thirst for blood and chaos has decreased dramatically. I now wish to live a peaceful, or for a better term, uneventful life. However, that does not mean I have lost the urge of violence completely. I just prefer to control it for when I can make better use of it and enjoy myself, such as in my own defense or to avenge a comrade.
I also have a deep obsession with tea, as well as myself. My ego may be great, but it's not as great as myself.
 Rowhaan · Thu Mar 20, 2008 @ 05:20am · 0 Comments |
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