Post by Icarus on Dec 7, 2017 22:36:32 GMT
Icarus
Will the faithful be rewarded...
Punisher
[attr="class","box_title"] Male | [attr="class","box_title"] Fourteen | [attr="class","box_title"] Undetermined | [attr="class","box_title"] Human |
When we come to the end?
[attr="class","about_1"] Basic Appearance
I can see the soul within
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Icarus is rather short, being only about 5'1". He weighs in at a measly 98 pounds, wet. He has black hair, its usually rather shaggy, but sometimes he pulls it back into a small rat-tail on the back of his neck to keep it out of his way. He doesn't like having hair in his face all the time, or on the back of his neck unless he has no other choice. He has a rather young looking face, and a smaller sort of stature. He appears to be roughly 14 in age, perhaps a bit older. Icarus likes to wear black. Everything must be black. It's easier to meld with the shadows that way. He usually has on combat boots, something with a good grip, as he spends a lot of his time running, fighting, or climbing trees. He prefers his clothes to be on the tighter side when he's on a mission, so that he's less likely to get caught on things while either hopping fences, running away from big dogs, or getting into fights with gods only knows what. But when being a slightly normal individual, Icarus likes to wear a hoodie, usually black.
Icarus is rather short, being only about 5'1". He weighs in at a measly 98 pounds, wet. He has black hair, its usually rather shaggy, but sometimes he pulls it back into a small rat-tail on the back of his neck to keep it out of his way. He doesn't like having hair in his face all the time, or on the back of his neck unless he has no other choice. He has a rather young looking face, and a smaller sort of stature. He appears to be roughly 14 in age, perhaps a bit older. Icarus likes to wear black. Everything must be black. It's easier to meld with the shadows that way. He usually has on combat boots, something with a good grip, as he spends a lot of his time running, fighting, or climbing trees. He prefers his clothes to be on the tighter side when he's on a mission, so that he's less likely to get caught on things while either hopping fences, running away from big dogs, or getting into fights with gods only knows what. But when being a slightly normal individual, Icarus likes to wear a hoodie, usually black.
[attr="class","about_1"] Personality
Will I miss the final warning...
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Icarus is a snarky, rude, gigantic pain in the ass. He redefines what it means to be brutally honest, not caring whether or not he hurts your feelings, and possibly even mocking you for having feelings in the first place. He lingers somewhere between sociopath and psychopath. Either way, he isn't the type of person to exhibit any kind of emotions, except possibly rage, amusement, and blood lust. Because of his lack of emotions, he seems to understand them in a way that most people can't. He notices details about the way people act when they feel certain ways. He is capable of, and rather good at, faking emotions. He can appear happy, sad, disappointed (although that one might be real). He can appear basically normal. He is also usually rather sarcastic, and quite full of himself. He takes pride in being better than everyone else. Icarus is very observant of pretty much everything around him, not that he really cares about any of it. He also has a rather high tolerance for pain. He almost never seems to notice that he's even injured.
Likes: Blood, Darkness, Emo Rock, Hard Candy, Sharp Objects, Swearing
Dislikes: Being told "No", People, Dogs, Personal Boundaries
Icarus is a snarky, rude, gigantic pain in the ass. He redefines what it means to be brutally honest, not caring whether or not he hurts your feelings, and possibly even mocking you for having feelings in the first place. He lingers somewhere between sociopath and psychopath. Either way, he isn't the type of person to exhibit any kind of emotions, except possibly rage, amusement, and blood lust. Because of his lack of emotions, he seems to understand them in a way that most people can't. He notices details about the way people act when they feel certain ways. He is capable of, and rather good at, faking emotions. He can appear happy, sad, disappointed (although that one might be real). He can appear basically normal. He is also usually rather sarcastic, and quite full of himself. He takes pride in being better than everyone else. Icarus is very observant of pretty much everything around him, not that he really cares about any of it. He also has a rather high tolerance for pain. He almost never seems to notice that he's even injured.
Likes: Blood, Darkness, Emo Rock, Hard Candy, Sharp Objects, Swearing
Dislikes: Being told "No", People, Dogs, Personal Boundaries
[attr="class","about_1"] History
From the lie that I have lived?
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Before -
He doesn't much remember his human life. He assumes he was probably some sort of drug addict or someone seriously way too into violence, given his skill set. He often wonders if he was ever useful to anyone in that life. But he had sold his soul somewhere along the line, right? That was what landed him in hell, and eventually in this place. But hey, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed the killing, the rush that it gave him. Maybe he had lived a long life, and just took on this form here, or maybe he had died young, but none of that really mattered to him. In truth, he had actually been abandoned at a very young age, and brought in by a street gang. They trained him, taught him everything he knew. They used him to sneak in and out of places in complete silence. They used him to get the job done when no one else could. He had been their little assassin. And they had been proud of him. But when he started getting older, he started getting taller, and it was a lot harder to get in and out of those places. So yes, despite how much he hates his short stature, it was what he had given his soul over for in the first place. He wanted to be their perfect killer for as long as he remained alive, which was only to be the next few years unfortunately, as the young male died at the grand age of seventeen.
He had gone through the house, as everyone did, and he found that he actually enjoyed bringing torment to all of those that were equal or lower than him. But eventually he had gone to hell, and he found that he was just as capable there, torturing and tormenting all of those that existed within the realm of Abbadon. It was there that he met those three Kings. Brothers. Asmodeus, Bael, Belial. They took him in. They twisted him. Made him into everything that he is now.
After -
And then, they had a purpose for him. Some sort of upholder for the law in the house. He was just fine with that, more than happy to torture and abuse anyone that he felt like for the sake of things, even if they didn't exactly break the laws. But because of who he belongs to, he gets away with basically everything, though he does try to not step out of line, that is just how he can be sometimes.
Before -
He doesn't much remember his human life. He assumes he was probably some sort of drug addict or someone seriously way too into violence, given his skill set. He often wonders if he was ever useful to anyone in that life. But he had sold his soul somewhere along the line, right? That was what landed him in hell, and eventually in this place. But hey, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed the killing, the rush that it gave him. Maybe he had lived a long life, and just took on this form here, or maybe he had died young, but none of that really mattered to him. In truth, he had actually been abandoned at a very young age, and brought in by a street gang. They trained him, taught him everything he knew. They used him to sneak in and out of places in complete silence. They used him to get the job done when no one else could. He had been their little assassin. And they had been proud of him. But when he started getting older, he started getting taller, and it was a lot harder to get in and out of those places. So yes, despite how much he hates his short stature, it was what he had given his soul over for in the first place. He wanted to be their perfect killer for as long as he remained alive, which was only to be the next few years unfortunately, as the young male died at the grand age of seventeen.
He had gone through the house, as everyone did, and he found that he actually enjoyed bringing torment to all of those that were equal or lower than him. But eventually he had gone to hell, and he found that he was just as capable there, torturing and tormenting all of those that existed within the realm of Abbadon. It was there that he met those three Kings. Brothers. Asmodeus, Bael, Belial. They took him in. They twisted him. Made him into everything that he is now.
After -
And then, they had a purpose for him. Some sort of upholder for the law in the house. He was just fine with that, more than happy to torture and abuse anyone that he felt like for the sake of things, even if they didn't exactly break the laws. But because of who he belongs to, he gets away with basically everything, though he does try to not step out of line, that is just how he can be sometimes.
[attr="class","about_1"] Other Information
I am not worthy of this
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