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Name: Barbazul
Nickname(s): Crusnik (alias)
Age: 758
Gender: Male
Race: He’s a bit confused
Affiliation: Shadow Court
Current location: At Jaquelyn’s side
Occupation: assassino
Playby:
Height: 6’ 4”
Build: whipcord physique. Very strong, but wiry and fast
Hair: changes dependent upon mood
Eyes: Green as fuuuck
Clothing preference: Again, dependent on mood, but mostly loose black pants, combat boots, dramatically spiked, and a voluminous cloak made of shadow. Come to think, all his clothes are made of shadow
Misc.: N/A
Personality: Dramatic, violent, and flamboyant,
Ambitions: Gain control of demons, assist Jaquelyn in any of her endeavors
Fears: divine light, losing control of his demons, losing Jaquelyn
Habits: Loves to smoke, kill people, and drink vampire blood
Religious beliefs: Has none
Abilities: control over the shadows i.e. can form clothes and weapons out of them, even some basic furniture. Alternatively can send tendrils out to spear enemies, etc. When seriously injured or in great emotional turmoil, the many shadow demons inhabiting him can take control, increasing his power and constitution immensely, but at the cost of rampant destruction until either contained or spent.
Crusnik/Half-Demon abilities: stronger and faster than humans and many vampires, feeds on vampire blood
Weaknesses: Sunlight reduces all his shadow powers significantly, divine power/beings
Skills: swordplay, dramatics, death
Equipment: full pack of cigs, lighter, several knives
Family: Has no family
Important relationships: Jaquelyn’s retainer/assassin/bodyguard
Education:Has educated himself through the long years
History:Born as a half demon to Axkgrthund and Betillde Martin, his father perfomed endless experiments on Barbazul, at the same time creating a new species, the Crusnik, a being that feeded on the blood of vampires, and infusing him with many shadow demons, which dwelled deep inside of him, waiting. Eventually, Barbazul killed his tortuous father, freeing himself of the experiments. After his fathers death, Barb became an assassin, a blade in the night. Eventually he had a very important target. Jaquelyn de Vere. So he went, and upon engaging Jaquelyn, realized he could not best her. She was far more powerful than he could hope to defeat. Upon being beaten, Barbazul swore fealty to Jaquelyn, and has ever since, for approximately the next 700 years. One demon residing inside him, named Khaine, the most powerful of the inhabiting monsters, was restless. Over time Khaine continued to grow in strength, until finally he was able to rip himself free of Barbazul (though only after Barb met and joined Jaquelyn), who, weakened considerably, fled for his life. After this, Barbazul noticed that since the most unruly of the demons was gone, he could exert far more control over the remaining demons. Currently, Barb is still working for Jaquelyn, serving as her Knight Protectorate and Assassino.
Other characters: Amun Neb’Ankh, Marcus Khaine, Ilnezar, Uriel
Contact information: PM, Email, or YIM (skorgg)
Rp sample: Barbazul started towards the north-facing tower, to the door that would ultimately lead to his target, but Gual put a calloused hand on his shoulder. Puzzled, Barbazul turned around. Gual's purely black eyes stared back, and his raspy voice slithered from his throat. “This is your final test. Should you succeed, you’ll be initiated into the Order at the next new moon. I have no doubt you will. You’ve done well. I look forward to working with you in the future as equals.” He was overwhelmed. This was Gual. He was older and more skilled than almost any in the Order, perhaps even stronger than the Grandmaster himself. This man was like unto an angel of death, a blade in the dark that left ruin in its wake. Unable to speak, Barbazul merely nodded and cloaked himself in the blessed night. The time for words was over, and emotions could wait. There was death to be dealt. Wraithlike, he strode into the castle.
Checking that the poison pod was secured to his hand crossbow, Barbazul smiled to himself. This would not be a pleasant death. First, a wave of dizziness and disorientation would wash over him, quickly followed by paralysis of the tongue and a slow, inexorable tightening of the chest muscles until he finally suffocated. It wouldn't matter where he was shot; one puncture and the king was a dead man. They had thoroughly gone over the plans of the castle, and Barbazul found the king’s bedchamber easily, where he was disgusted by the lack of guards; this job wasn't even remotely challenging.
Silently he opened the door and entered. The king was asleep on his bed, covers askew. He and his wife were sleeping separately, due to a recent spat orchestrated by the queen, one of Barbazul's employers. He raised the crossbow, adjusted the poison pod, and without a second thought squeezed off the shot, impaling the king's overlarge exposed chest, poison pod exploding under his skin. Gasping, the king awoke, tears of pain leaking out of his eyes. Barbazul turned around and walked away; there was no point in watching. The king was dead. He just didn't know it yet.
Nickname(s): Crusnik (alias)
Age: 758
Gender: Male
Race: He’s a bit confused
Affiliation: Shadow Court
Current location: At Jaquelyn’s side
Occupation: assassino
Playby:
Height: 6’ 4”
Build: whipcord physique. Very strong, but wiry and fast
Hair: changes dependent upon mood
Eyes: Green as fuuuck
Clothing preference: Again, dependent on mood, but mostly loose black pants, combat boots, dramatically spiked, and a voluminous cloak made of shadow. Come to think, all his clothes are made of shadow
Misc.: N/A
Personality: Dramatic, violent, and flamboyant,
Ambitions: Gain control of demons, assist Jaquelyn in any of her endeavors
Fears: divine light, losing control of his demons, losing Jaquelyn
Habits: Loves to smoke, kill people, and drink vampire blood
Religious beliefs: Has none
Abilities: control over the shadows i.e. can form clothes and weapons out of them, even some basic furniture. Alternatively can send tendrils out to spear enemies, etc. When seriously injured or in great emotional turmoil, the many shadow demons inhabiting him can take control, increasing his power and constitution immensely, but at the cost of rampant destruction until either contained or spent.
Crusnik/Half-Demon abilities: stronger and faster than humans and many vampires, feeds on vampire blood
Weaknesses: Sunlight reduces all his shadow powers significantly, divine power/beings
Skills: swordplay, dramatics, death
Equipment: full pack of cigs, lighter, several knives
Family: Has no family
Important relationships: Jaquelyn’s retainer/assassin/bodyguard
Education:Has educated himself through the long years
History:Born as a half demon to Axkgrthund and Betillde Martin, his father perfomed endless experiments on Barbazul, at the same time creating a new species, the Crusnik, a being that feeded on the blood of vampires, and infusing him with many shadow demons, which dwelled deep inside of him, waiting. Eventually, Barbazul killed his tortuous father, freeing himself of the experiments. After his fathers death, Barb became an assassin, a blade in the night. Eventually he had a very important target. Jaquelyn de Vere. So he went, and upon engaging Jaquelyn, realized he could not best her. She was far more powerful than he could hope to defeat. Upon being beaten, Barbazul swore fealty to Jaquelyn, and has ever since, for approximately the next 700 years. One demon residing inside him, named Khaine, the most powerful of the inhabiting monsters, was restless. Over time Khaine continued to grow in strength, until finally he was able to rip himself free of Barbazul (though only after Barb met and joined Jaquelyn), who, weakened considerably, fled for his life. After this, Barbazul noticed that since the most unruly of the demons was gone, he could exert far more control over the remaining demons. Currently, Barb is still working for Jaquelyn, serving as her Knight Protectorate and Assassino.
Other characters: Amun Neb’Ankh, Marcus Khaine, Ilnezar, Uriel
Contact information: PM, Email, or YIM (skorgg)
Rp sample: Barbazul started towards the north-facing tower, to the door that would ultimately lead to his target, but Gual put a calloused hand on his shoulder. Puzzled, Barbazul turned around. Gual's purely black eyes stared back, and his raspy voice slithered from his throat. “This is your final test. Should you succeed, you’ll be initiated into the Order at the next new moon. I have no doubt you will. You’ve done well. I look forward to working with you in the future as equals.” He was overwhelmed. This was Gual. He was older and more skilled than almost any in the Order, perhaps even stronger than the Grandmaster himself. This man was like unto an angel of death, a blade in the dark that left ruin in its wake. Unable to speak, Barbazul merely nodded and cloaked himself in the blessed night. The time for words was over, and emotions could wait. There was death to be dealt. Wraithlike, he strode into the castle.
Checking that the poison pod was secured to his hand crossbow, Barbazul smiled to himself. This would not be a pleasant death. First, a wave of dizziness and disorientation would wash over him, quickly followed by paralysis of the tongue and a slow, inexorable tightening of the chest muscles until he finally suffocated. It wouldn't matter where he was shot; one puncture and the king was a dead man. They had thoroughly gone over the plans of the castle, and Barbazul found the king’s bedchamber easily, where he was disgusted by the lack of guards; this job wasn't even remotely challenging.
Silently he opened the door and entered. The king was asleep on his bed, covers askew. He and his wife were sleeping separately, due to a recent spat orchestrated by the queen, one of Barbazul's employers. He raised the crossbow, adjusted the poison pod, and without a second thought squeezed off the shot, impaling the king's overlarge exposed chest, poison pod exploding under his skin. Gasping, the king awoke, tears of pain leaking out of his eyes. Barbazul turned around and walked away; there was no point in watching. The king was dead. He just didn't know it yet.
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