Post by Duke Satan on Sept 28, 2019 9:25:17 GMT -8
Name: Luciferius Satan, Duke of Satan
Species: Human
Age: 40
Gender: M
Appearance:
(Berezovich Kryuger, Girls' Frontline)
Duke Satan stands at an astounding 2.2 meters (7'3") and clocks in at 136 kilograms (300 lbs) - the build of an athlete of near-inhuman proportions. If the expression "this is what peak performance looks like" could ever be applied to any specific person, it might as well be the Duke. He is almost always seen in one of two stages of dress - his trademark crimson red coat over a somewhat businessman-like set of clothes; or wearing nothing but the triple S - shorts, slippers and sunglasses.
And, of course, his beard, which any male member of the House of Satan with any honor must grow and maintain. Losing it would mean the greatest humiliation.
Personality:
Despite his towering and intimidating appearance, Duke Satan is, in fact, a jolly and friendly lad. As long as the person before him does not mean him or others harm, he's perfectly fine being open and allowing them to let their heart out at him, offering a pat and a smile in response. Whenever anything happens in life, he is always sure to take it with a smile and push through regardless. Just like his predecessor and the founder of the House of Satan, in fact! He was a dutiful defender of mankind and a powerful martial artist, he would smile unwaveringly at any challenge facing him, and then push through that challenge no matter what - and Duke Satan follows his example.
History:
The House of Satan claims to descend from its legendary founder, Mark "Hercule" Satan, over four hundred years ago. As the history of the dynasty speaks, Hercule Satan was the greatest martial artist of his time, winning numerous Tenkaichi Budokai tournaments and defending the people of Earth with his clearly inhuman abilities - and at the end of his life, the King of Earth bestowed a noble title upon him, which passed down to his daughter and from there on out became the House of Satan. Born in Satan Mansion in Orange City, Luciferius Satan is the current holder of the honorable title of "Duke of Satan", and stylizes himself as such in any introduction - as "Duke Satan" or "Duke Luciferius Satan".
The Duke became fascinated with the history of his house from the earliest days. Though none of the successors of the dynasty founder managed to reach anywhere near the same level of fame, quite a few became martial artists themselves, and through their exploits, the young child became familiar with the great and glorious history of Earth's martial arts. Martial arts schools such as the Turtle School and the Crane School, the concept of ki, and all the superhuman powers which stem from it. And he became enthralled with the concept, so much so that he decided that it is his duty to not only join the world of martial arts, but to help martial arts foster by creating a capital for all the martial artists of the world. No longer should they have to roam the wastelands and the forests like some sort of superhuman vagabonds, they need to have access to the greatest training facilities of the planet and only the rarest of equipment to arm them with. And, most importantly, they should learn to socialize, interact with others, and... have fun. Lots of fun.
It will be... a Satan City.
Armed with this concept at hand, Duke Satan has set out across the world, searching for one of two things - money with which to begin building the capital of Earth's martial arts, and the most exceptional martial artists Earth can offer, to test their strength and to invite them to join him in Satan City.
He claims to not be a ki user himself. He claims to be merely a fan. He drinks water, exercises, eats bread and watches an action movie every day, simple as that. And yet, he is not only built like a truck on two legs, but he also clearly has superhuman strength, even if he cannot for the life of him fire a single ki blast.
RP Sample:
The paper in his hands informed him that the person standing before him was the great pirate Beardbeard, whom he had signed up to take down and bring to justice, in exchange for keeping the pirate’s loot for himself. More specifically, however, Beardbeard was sitting, not standing, on a heap of plunder, looking down at the muscular man below who had just taken down every single man in his village. Standing head and shoulders above anyone in his way, wearing nothing but a set of trousers, flippers and sunglasses, he somehow managed to be utterly ridiculous and completely terrifying at the same time.
“Who the hell are you?” Beardbeard yelled, the elderly pirate’s beard scratching its beard while he looked down at the approaching man. Hearing no answer, he pulled out his revolver - a magically enhanced weapon, whom he found dumped in a toilet in one of the many Southern Islands he had come to visit during his long life. Why the hell would someone try to flush down a revolver with the power to destroy entire pirate ships with a single blast? He had no idea and he was not going to question it. The mysterious tower of a man slightly raised his head, a glimmer of sunlight deflecting from his pitch black sunglasses and forcing Beardbeard to wince.
“I am...” the man declared, in a loud and thunderous voice, and suddenly stomped on the asphalt road underneath his feet, picking up a small cloud of dust with the sheer pressure. “Luciferius Satan, the Duke of Satan!”
“The… Duke of Satan?” was what the man muttered in response, unsure how to react. “As in, you are from the Demon Realm, or...”
“No, no, no,” Luciferius twiddled his finger. “The Duke of the House of Satan, descending from the great savior of mankind himself, Hercule Satan!..”
“OH...” Beardbeard immediately yelled, his mind recalling all of the stories about the distant, glorious, mythical past he heard as a child. “You… are the descendant of Hercule Satan himself?”
The pirate let out a laugh and slid down his pile of plunder, pushing through pieces of pure gold, jewels, rare artifacts and more. Even though he prided himself in his well toned muscles and height, he paled in comparison to the Duke - but he did not mind, for now he knew the reason why he was being overwhelmed so much.
“Duke of Satan, then… What is it that you want in the village I’ve conquered, then?”
“Not much...” Luciferius responded, cracking his knuckles a little bit and fixing his sunglasses. “I have arrived here for two things. One, is to take you down where you stand and bring you to justice. Two... is because I search for the greatest warriors which Earth can possibly muster.”
“For what?”
“For fun.”
Beardbeard raised his magical revolver. “Well, then I shall turn you into smouldering dust for fun.”
The Duke of Satan merely put on a bright smile as he watched the barrel of the gun point at him, followed by a bright flash of light, and finally a powerful explosion roaring across the street. It easily ripped through dozens of meters of asphalt and dirt, and yet it was obvious that it was concentrated to a breaking point. An attack of this sheer power would be strong enough to destroy entire cities if let loose…
“Ahahahahaha!” suddenly roared across the entire village, a hearty laugh, which left Beardbeard baffled. Surely, even if he was a descendant of the great Hercule Satan himself, he could not have been so powerful as to take a blast from his revolver and shrug it off? And yet, that is exactly what took place. The lingering magical energy dispersed and the dust settled, leaving Duke Luciferius of Satan almost completely unaffected by the attack, safe for a slightly ruffled beard.
“A great shot, even if at point blank range and striking me with the element of surprise!” he yelled out, then suddenly sent a spin kick, moving faster than the pirate could react, and knocking the pistol out of his hands. “But, alas, as lovely as magical hijinks are, this is not the type of martial artistry I am searching for...”
“Who the hell are you?” Beardbeard yelled, the elderly pirate’s beard scratching its beard while he looked down at the approaching man. Hearing no answer, he pulled out his revolver - a magically enhanced weapon, whom he found dumped in a toilet in one of the many Southern Islands he had come to visit during his long life. Why the hell would someone try to flush down a revolver with the power to destroy entire pirate ships with a single blast? He had no idea and he was not going to question it. The mysterious tower of a man slightly raised his head, a glimmer of sunlight deflecting from his pitch black sunglasses and forcing Beardbeard to wince.
“I am...” the man declared, in a loud and thunderous voice, and suddenly stomped on the asphalt road underneath his feet, picking up a small cloud of dust with the sheer pressure. “Luciferius Satan, the Duke of Satan!”
“The… Duke of Satan?” was what the man muttered in response, unsure how to react. “As in, you are from the Demon Realm, or...”
“No, no, no,” Luciferius twiddled his finger. “The Duke of the House of Satan, descending from the great savior of mankind himself, Hercule Satan!..”
“OH...” Beardbeard immediately yelled, his mind recalling all of the stories about the distant, glorious, mythical past he heard as a child. “You… are the descendant of Hercule Satan himself?”
The pirate let out a laugh and slid down his pile of plunder, pushing through pieces of pure gold, jewels, rare artifacts and more. Even though he prided himself in his well toned muscles and height, he paled in comparison to the Duke - but he did not mind, for now he knew the reason why he was being overwhelmed so much.
“Duke of Satan, then… What is it that you want in the village I’ve conquered, then?”
“Not much...” Luciferius responded, cracking his knuckles a little bit and fixing his sunglasses. “I have arrived here for two things. One, is to take you down where you stand and bring you to justice. Two... is because I search for the greatest warriors which Earth can possibly muster.”
“For what?”
“For fun.”
Beardbeard raised his magical revolver. “Well, then I shall turn you into smouldering dust for fun.”
The Duke of Satan merely put on a bright smile as he watched the barrel of the gun point at him, followed by a bright flash of light, and finally a powerful explosion roaring across the street. It easily ripped through dozens of meters of asphalt and dirt, and yet it was obvious that it was concentrated to a breaking point. An attack of this sheer power would be strong enough to destroy entire cities if let loose…
“Ahahahahaha!” suddenly roared across the entire village, a hearty laugh, which left Beardbeard baffled. Surely, even if he was a descendant of the great Hercule Satan himself, he could not have been so powerful as to take a blast from his revolver and shrug it off? And yet, that is exactly what took place. The lingering magical energy dispersed and the dust settled, leaving Duke Luciferius of Satan almost completely unaffected by the attack, safe for a slightly ruffled beard.
“A great shot, even if at point blank range and striking me with the element of surprise!” he yelled out, then suddenly sent a spin kick, moving faster than the pirate could react, and knocking the pistol out of his hands. “But, alas, as lovely as magical hijinks are, this is not the type of martial artistry I am searching for...”