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DEMON BORN, SAIYAN BRED
Personal Information:
Name: Zirconium Belial Cress
Alias: Lord Belial (Demon Title), Cress (Saruijin name), Son of Two Empires (self-given unofficial).
Gender: Male
Age: 160 yrs. (Apparent Age: 30)
Species: Demon/Saiyan Hybrid, though his Demon half is dominant.
Physical Information:
Height: 6'8" / 203.2 cm
Weight: 265 lbs / 120.2 kg
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark Brown / Golden (Demon Form)
Character Description:
Personality:
Character History:
DEMON BORN, SAIYAN BRED
Personal Information:
Name: Zirconium Belial Cress
Alias: Lord Belial (Demon Title), Cress (Saruijin name), Son of Two Empires (self-given unofficial).
Gender: Male
Age: 160 yrs. (Apparent Age: 30)
Species: Demon/Saiyan Hybrid, though his Demon half is dominant.
Physical Information:
Height: 6'8" / 203.2 cm
Weight: 265 lbs / 120.2 kg
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark Brown / Golden (Demon Form)
Character Description:
Cress is a mountain of a man, a wall of solid muscle few dare to challenge. The imposing aura he gives off is a general deterrent to most who would stand in opposition to him.
There is no real trace or presence of his demonic heritage. He resembles any other pure-bred Saiyan, save for a few key differences. His long spiky hair is a deep chestnut color instead of the trademark jet-black of his ape brethren, yet retains its wild and unruly nature where it hangs down to the nape of his neck. His squarish face and chiseled jaw are handsome and unblemished, and thick dark brows frame cold obsidian eyes void of any real emotion.
His attire is unique—a specially crafted suit of custom Battle Armor that was given to him by his mother. It is black and red, with carbon diamon plating in the center of the chest area to protect his heart and other vital organs, as well as short shoulder pauldrons. It bears a thick golden collar beset with another rounded carbon diamond, as well as golden arm bands around his biceps and wrist gauntlets. A flowing red cape finishes the ensemble, all of it intended to give him a regal, unique appearance befitting his station as the son of a powerful demoness.
Personality:
Evil. It permeates every cell in his body, and its influence is powerful. With the literal blood of a demon running through his veins, it is unsurprising that Cress's inclination tends to lean toward cruel. He has a cold and calculating mind, and a heart void of most human emotions, save for burning rage and a great desire to harm those around him.
Mingled with this is his fiery Saiyan blood and heritage. Though his demonic heritage is dominant within him—hence, his lack of black hair and missing monkey tail—it is his Saiyan half that informs the majority of his personality. He possesses some skill for combat tactics, yet it is his prerogative to obliterate any person or object standing in his way.
He never runs from a fight, even should he be outmatched by a single opponent or several at once. His pride as a warrior fuels his ambition to be the strongest who ever lived. But this particular desire pales in comparison to his true ambition—he has a vision for the world as a whole, and seeks to shape it into his very own image.
Cress seeks to shape a world empire of his own creation, where long-held traditions and customs mean nothing in the face of passion and love—a world where social boundaries are crossed, and racial prejudices become obsolete. Earthlings have ruined the planet, Saiyans have failed to wrest it from their grasp, and Demons seek only to destroy it. Cress will establish a new breed of powerful hybrids—a world that would have made his parents proud.
Character History:
For a century, he waited.
In the cold dampness of the vast network of caves he had only ever known stalked the son of a Saiyan and a demoness. He knew little of his mother, Zeranna, save for that she was a powerful Demon who had escaped the domain of Hell with him shortly after his birth. He had been born in the underworld, his loud infant cries mingled with the anguish of his mother as he tore his way out of her womb.
She fled to Earth and took refuge within the cave network off the western coast of the Western Lands, far from prying eyes and ears as she recovered from the trauma of her own birth. Her son was an ugly thing—having taken after his pathetic father, who had died shortly after impregnating her to fulfill a pact made between them. She would provide him with great strength and wealth, and in return, Root would provide her with progeny that possessed the potential to conquer all realms.
Zeranna was not a kind mother. She struck him, berated him, fought with him all in a bid to force him to grow stronger. It wasn't until he grabbed her by the throat and slammed her into the ground, fracturing the structure and collapsing a great portion of the network on top of the pair of them that Zeranna could see her ideals realized in her son and he earned both her love and respect.
She soon abandoned him in those dank, wretched caves.
Abandoned, but not wholly forgotten. Many times Cress could hear her whispers in the encroaching shadows of the caves. She filled his mind and heart with the stories and heritage of his birth—the exploits of his warrior father, the legacy of his demonic mother. She hid him from the world because the world was not ready to receive its savior and emperor; there were those who sought to kill him, demon and Saiyan alike. Those who believed the child to be a pure abomination.
Perhaps they simply feared his potential.
He grew stronger with each passing decade, pummeling the stone and boulders around him as his natural strength grew. His mother no longer sparred with him, for her had far surpassed her in strength, yet Zeranna nurtured the demonic energies that had suffused her son at birth and coaxed the evil that lay dormant in his heart. He fed on both the raw carcasses she killed and left for him, as well as the lineage and legacy she instilled in him.
One day, her whispers stopped. So did his bloody meals. The final gift he ever received was the armor his own father had worn in battle. Zeranna had restored it using her own dark magics, imbuing it with every ounce and expectation she had for him. He never knew whether she had finally been captured and killed, or worse. But it was a crossing of a threshold when he donned that armor and ventured out of the cave for the first time in his existence.
He cared little for the beauty that surrounded him. He headed east into the Pig Demon Duchies, encountering foul creatures and demons alike. But his time in the cave had strengthened him. The cries of his enemies filled the decrepit wastes for days on end, until a great mass of them banded together and drove him from their lands.
It was the launching of a voyage and the embracing of a legacy. It was time to establish his new empire.