Post by Kyrios on Dec 7, 2017 4:52:32 GMT
Kyrios
Will the faithful be rewarded...
Overlord?
[attr="class","box_title"] Male | [attr="class","box_title"] Twenty | [attr="class","box_title"] Pansexual | [attr="class","box_title"] Unknown |
When we come to the end?
[attr="class","about_1"] Basic Appearance
I can see the soul within
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The supposed lord of the house is a somewhat odd individual. He is made mostly of magic and can change most of his appearance at will. Most of the time though, he is dressed in a dark robe or cloak over something loose and light. He prefers himself covered basically from head to toe unless there is any sort of reason for him to be naked. But those that have seen him naked know that his body is riddled with scars, but only if he is truly vulnerable and spent. Most of the time he is more than able to just will them away from sight. He usually has long dark violet hair that is cut in a rather layered form, framing his face, and the rest of it is tied off to the side, usually over his shoulder. His eyes are also usually a rich blue color, but can be anywhere from a bright sky blue all the way down into a royal violet blue. If he is really pissed off, or in "one of those" moods, his eyes will be a dark crimson. He stand anywhere from 5'5" tall to 6'5" tall, depending on his mood. He usually walks around looking like a young adult, which is why his base age is around 20, but he does have a habit of occasionally wandering into the human realm as a high school aged boy, with much shorter violet hair, and a smaller stature. Around the house, he also occasionally makes himself seem older, up to around 35 or so, in which cases, he leaves his hair down, letting it hit near his waist. Usually he decides to get drunk or is in a really off mood when like this.
The supposed lord of the house is a somewhat odd individual. He is made mostly of magic and can change most of his appearance at will. Most of the time though, he is dressed in a dark robe or cloak over something loose and light. He prefers himself covered basically from head to toe unless there is any sort of reason for him to be naked. But those that have seen him naked know that his body is riddled with scars, but only if he is truly vulnerable and spent. Most of the time he is more than able to just will them away from sight. He usually has long dark violet hair that is cut in a rather layered form, framing his face, and the rest of it is tied off to the side, usually over his shoulder. His eyes are also usually a rich blue color, but can be anywhere from a bright sky blue all the way down into a royal violet blue. If he is really pissed off, or in "one of those" moods, his eyes will be a dark crimson. He stand anywhere from 5'5" tall to 6'5" tall, depending on his mood. He usually walks around looking like a young adult, which is why his base age is around 20, but he does have a habit of occasionally wandering into the human realm as a high school aged boy, with much shorter violet hair, and a smaller stature. Around the house, he also occasionally makes himself seem older, up to around 35 or so, in which cases, he leaves his hair down, letting it hit near his waist. Usually he decides to get drunk or is in a really off mood when like this.
[attr="class","about_1"] Personality
Will I miss the final warning...
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As far as lords go, he is pretty atypical. He is usually calm and fairly quiet. He tends to be fairly wise, and fair when it comes to punishment. However, he is extremely strict, and if you do manage to break his rules or set off his temper, he is capable of throwing the biggest fits known to man. He is extremely persuasive and charismatic, and is able to sway anyone that he really wants to. He does have a bit of a sense of humor, and like to play pranks on the people of the house as well. Anything and everything in the house is under his control, or at least he can make it seem that way, and he is able to change whatever he pleases based on his mood. He will straight up switch rooms around, and sometimes with people in them, making everyone terribly confused. He can be cruel when he wants to be, but that isn't as often as it could be. He prefers to pick on the Masters more than anyone else in the house, putting them in their places so to speak. And if anyone challenges his authority, there is probably literal hell to pay.
However, when you really get to know him, you get to know that he is not actually the lord of the house, but merely just a tool like the rest of them. However, he is the lord's eyes, ears, and punishing hand if need be, as the true lord does not like to get his hands dirty unless he has to. This is not common knowledge though, and only a specific few actually know who the real lord is.
Likes: Gifts, Snacks, Humans, Cats, Peace, Picking on others.
Dislikes: Dishonesty, Disloyalty, Pickles, Masters, Fire
As far as lords go, he is pretty atypical. He is usually calm and fairly quiet. He tends to be fairly wise, and fair when it comes to punishment. However, he is extremely strict, and if you do manage to break his rules or set off his temper, he is capable of throwing the biggest fits known to man. He is extremely persuasive and charismatic, and is able to sway anyone that he really wants to. He does have a bit of a sense of humor, and like to play pranks on the people of the house as well. Anything and everything in the house is under his control, or at least he can make it seem that way, and he is able to change whatever he pleases based on his mood. He will straight up switch rooms around, and sometimes with people in them, making everyone terribly confused. He can be cruel when he wants to be, but that isn't as often as it could be. He prefers to pick on the Masters more than anyone else in the house, putting them in their places so to speak. And if anyone challenges his authority, there is probably literal hell to pay.
However, when you really get to know him, you get to know that he is not actually the lord of the house, but merely just a tool like the rest of them. However, he is the lord's eyes, ears, and punishing hand if need be, as the true lord does not like to get his hands dirty unless he has to. This is not common knowledge though, and only a specific few actually know who the real lord is.
Likes: Gifts, Snacks, Humans, Cats, Peace, Picking on others.
Dislikes: Dishonesty, Disloyalty, Pickles, Masters, Fire
[attr="class","about_1"] History
From the lie that I have lived?
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Before -
Before the house, there was nothing for him. Just a life filled with utter despair. He had been abused for as long as he could remember. Oh? What? You expected him to be some sort of god or something? No. Not him. He had been human, but what he was now is still a mystery that he is trying to figure out. His life before the house had been one nightmare after another in a time long forgotten. Perhaps at one point he had been a soldier, fighting in a war that meant nothing to him. Perhaps that was where he stumbled his way upon a fallen angel, willing to strike a bargain with him. That's right, he had sold his soul, just like every other unfortunate being in this godsdamned place. His battle wounds had been healed, his life went on for another twenty or so years when he finally decided that he had had enough. Nothing drastic had changed for him, the only thing he had wished for had been his life after all. That night, he decided to end it, having had plenty enough of the sorry world that he lived in. The fallen had showed up to claim his soul, dragging him to the house that would actually give his life some sort of meaning.
After -
Life in the house had started off as he had expected. Servitude. Scrubbing blood from the floors and the walls as he listened to those that misbehaved have a whip cracked against their backs, or worse. He had also received plenty of punishment from his own master, whom he now belonged to for what he had figured was an eternity. Still, and eternity of scrubbing clothes and cleaning linens wouldn't be that bad right?
Well, as luck would have it, his master approached one night looking way more irritated than usual. Now, on many occasion when his master's mood fell, so did he. His skin, his blood, anything and everything that his master could take advantage of, he obliged. But this night was different than the rest. This night his master just dragged him along up into a corridor that he had never been in before, where he was thrown before something more inhuman than even the fallen angels and demons that he had gotten used to. He couldn't help but tremble as he curled up onto his knees, just prostrating himself before this... thing.
"I have a proposition for you."
That was how it started. Just a personal slave to the being, but it wasn't like he minded. At first it was simple things, fetching clean dishes or clothes, making sure there was always a fire lit in his room. But soon it became more than that. He learned that this was indeed the master of the entire house, and it was proved to him that this being could literally do anything and everything that he wanted to.
As time went on, Kyrios became more and more of a voice in the house. He began escorting masters to and from meetings with the true lord, until it just became more and more obvious that he was able to actually do something about the state of things. There was one occasion where a master was abusing slaves that were not his, and dared to even abuse a few of the higher slaves, known as dolls to some house members, that definitely did not belong to him. It was a reflex mostly, but he removed the sword from his waist, and struck the master's head clean from his neck. Some just stared at him in disbelief, and others went running back about their business. He waited and waited for a punishment that never came.
A few months later, he was called back to the lord's room, and the incident was brought up. And then the proposition was brought up once again, but this time, it was different. He wanted Kyrios to be the overlord!? What was this?! At first he thought of refusing, but the lord had made a good point. His imprisonment meant that he had no real control or way to ensure that things ran smoothly around here. With Kyrios leading the house, at least he knew that the laws would be upheld. There was only so much that the Punishers could do. And now, there was much more that could be done.
From that day on, as far as anyone really knew, Kyrios was the leader of the house. And he will always uphold his true lord's words.
Before -
Before the house, there was nothing for him. Just a life filled with utter despair. He had been abused for as long as he could remember. Oh? What? You expected him to be some sort of god or something? No. Not him. He had been human, but what he was now is still a mystery that he is trying to figure out. His life before the house had been one nightmare after another in a time long forgotten. Perhaps at one point he had been a soldier, fighting in a war that meant nothing to him. Perhaps that was where he stumbled his way upon a fallen angel, willing to strike a bargain with him. That's right, he had sold his soul, just like every other unfortunate being in this godsdamned place. His battle wounds had been healed, his life went on for another twenty or so years when he finally decided that he had had enough. Nothing drastic had changed for him, the only thing he had wished for had been his life after all. That night, he decided to end it, having had plenty enough of the sorry world that he lived in. The fallen had showed up to claim his soul, dragging him to the house that would actually give his life some sort of meaning.
After -
Life in the house had started off as he had expected. Servitude. Scrubbing blood from the floors and the walls as he listened to those that misbehaved have a whip cracked against their backs, or worse. He had also received plenty of punishment from his own master, whom he now belonged to for what he had figured was an eternity. Still, and eternity of scrubbing clothes and cleaning linens wouldn't be that bad right?
Well, as luck would have it, his master approached one night looking way more irritated than usual. Now, on many occasion when his master's mood fell, so did he. His skin, his blood, anything and everything that his master could take advantage of, he obliged. But this night was different than the rest. This night his master just dragged him along up into a corridor that he had never been in before, where he was thrown before something more inhuman than even the fallen angels and demons that he had gotten used to. He couldn't help but tremble as he curled up onto his knees, just prostrating himself before this... thing.
"I have a proposition for you."
That was how it started. Just a personal slave to the being, but it wasn't like he minded. At first it was simple things, fetching clean dishes or clothes, making sure there was always a fire lit in his room. But soon it became more than that. He learned that this was indeed the master of the entire house, and it was proved to him that this being could literally do anything and everything that he wanted to.
As time went on, Kyrios became more and more of a voice in the house. He began escorting masters to and from meetings with the true lord, until it just became more and more obvious that he was able to actually do something about the state of things. There was one occasion where a master was abusing slaves that were not his, and dared to even abuse a few of the higher slaves, known as dolls to some house members, that definitely did not belong to him. It was a reflex mostly, but he removed the sword from his waist, and struck the master's head clean from his neck. Some just stared at him in disbelief, and others went running back about their business. He waited and waited for a punishment that never came.
A few months later, he was called back to the lord's room, and the incident was brought up. And then the proposition was brought up once again, but this time, it was different. He wanted Kyrios to be the overlord!? What was this?! At first he thought of refusing, but the lord had made a good point. His imprisonment meant that he had no real control or way to ensure that things ran smoothly around here. With Kyrios leading the house, at least he knew that the laws would be upheld. There was only so much that the Punishers could do. And now, there was much more that could be done.
From that day on, as far as anyone really knew, Kyrios was the leader of the house. And he will always uphold his true lord's words.
[attr="class","about_1"] Other Information
I am not worthy of this
[attr="class","ooc_box"] OOC Name |
[attr="class","ooc_box"] HAKUOUKI, saitou hajime // Kyrios |
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