Post by Zachariah Wolff on Mar 3, 2023 13:16:19 GMT -8
Name: Zachariah
Species: Human/demon hybrid
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Power Level: 34
Class: Ravager
Appearance:
Personality: Zach is calm, scared, collected. One of the last people to speak because he doesn't want to hurt people. When he meets new people, and wants to form a friendship, he'll stay as quiet as he normally would until drawn out of his shell, and at that point he opens up. Though it introduces the risk of Zachariah coming out more.
Zachariah.. or his demon self, is his opposite. Not calm, not scared, easy to lose his cool. He rarely comes out to play in social situations, but when he does you might not be able to stop him from doing exactly what he wants, which is most definitely not what you want.
History: Demons exist, scarily enough. And one of them had convinced his mother that it was his father, so the child that came out of that relation was Zach, or Zachariah as he would be called officially. He grew up like a normal kid, though his father didn't pay too much attention to him on account of not being his own, but to everyone who looked at them they were still a family. Until he grew older, and the half demon he had inside of him started coming out more and more, though only in stressful situations.
So his youth was vastly different after that. He avoided stress like the plague, and it wasn't until way later in life that he got a handle on it and Zachariah came out less and less. And maybe, in due time, he would learn how to bring out the devil on his own..
RP Sample: A cold night made bearable because of alcohol. Sadly, it did not do anthying for Zach anymore, on account of his heritage, something he was still trying to figure out himself. All he knew was that it existed within him, and came out when tensions rose. To this end he wanted to keep people as far away as possible out of fear of hurting them despite his wishes, and this meant wearing clothing that looked like he was a young adult who took the whole gothic-look a bit too serious. A cane with a skull on the end as an accessory.. a top hat.. it would be enough for Zach to laugh at anyone wearing those.
But not anymore.. his subconscious made those. The hat was made out of solid shadow, which he had no idea of how the hell it worked. But it was there, and helpful at times since people avoided him for it. Well, some of them anyway, not all. The ones that didn't avoid him he could introduce to his cane, which was obviously something also made by the demon in him. Maybe to remind him of who he was, with the skull on it and all, or maybe to somehow show him that he was more like the demon than he wanted to.
But in real dire situations, the demon would take control, move his body like it didn't belong to Zach anymore.
But right now, in this bar, it was just him and his booze. Which he could drink like it was his last day because, honestly, sometimes it seemed the demon in him didn't want him to get drunk, or hurt. Zachariah, he named it, using his full name to indicate a change in personality but.. it still being him.
He looked around the bar as he took a sip of his drink, and didn't note much of anything, nothing fun going on, no one that piqued his interest.. Except maybe this one person.. a woman, she looked like fun. Except, even if she was, he wasn't.
Species: Human/demon hybrid
Age: 39
Gender: Male
Power Level: 34
Class: Ravager
Appearance:
Personality: Zach is calm, scared, collected. One of the last people to speak because he doesn't want to hurt people. When he meets new people, and wants to form a friendship, he'll stay as quiet as he normally would until drawn out of his shell, and at that point he opens up. Though it introduces the risk of Zachariah coming out more.
Zachariah.. or his demon self, is his opposite. Not calm, not scared, easy to lose his cool. He rarely comes out to play in social situations, but when he does you might not be able to stop him from doing exactly what he wants, which is most definitely not what you want.
History: Demons exist, scarily enough. And one of them had convinced his mother that it was his father, so the child that came out of that relation was Zach, or Zachariah as he would be called officially. He grew up like a normal kid, though his father didn't pay too much attention to him on account of not being his own, but to everyone who looked at them they were still a family. Until he grew older, and the half demon he had inside of him started coming out more and more, though only in stressful situations.
So his youth was vastly different after that. He avoided stress like the plague, and it wasn't until way later in life that he got a handle on it and Zachariah came out less and less. And maybe, in due time, he would learn how to bring out the devil on his own..
RP Sample: A cold night made bearable because of alcohol. Sadly, it did not do anthying for Zach anymore, on account of his heritage, something he was still trying to figure out himself. All he knew was that it existed within him, and came out when tensions rose. To this end he wanted to keep people as far away as possible out of fear of hurting them despite his wishes, and this meant wearing clothing that looked like he was a young adult who took the whole gothic-look a bit too serious. A cane with a skull on the end as an accessory.. a top hat.. it would be enough for Zach to laugh at anyone wearing those.
But not anymore.. his subconscious made those. The hat was made out of solid shadow, which he had no idea of how the hell it worked. But it was there, and helpful at times since people avoided him for it. Well, some of them anyway, not all. The ones that didn't avoid him he could introduce to his cane, which was obviously something also made by the demon in him. Maybe to remind him of who he was, with the skull on it and all, or maybe to somehow show him that he was more like the demon than he wanted to.
But in real dire situations, the demon would take control, move his body like it didn't belong to Zach anymore.
But right now, in this bar, it was just him and his booze. Which he could drink like it was his last day because, honestly, sometimes it seemed the demon in him didn't want him to get drunk, or hurt. Zachariah, he named it, using his full name to indicate a change in personality but.. it still being him.
He looked around the bar as he took a sip of his drink, and didn't note much of anything, nothing fun going on, no one that piqued his interest.. Except maybe this one person.. a woman, she looked like fun. Except, even if she was, he wasn't.