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| User: | from_the_beast (122479) |
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| Name: | from_the_beast | |||||||||
| Website: | Walk with me down Haunted Roads | |||||||||
| Location: | Seattle, WA | |||||||||
| Bio: | Character Information Character Name(s): Mikkos Aristedes Nicknames/Aliases: N/A Gender: Male Race: Shadow Demon Character Age: 498 Date of Birth: April 26 Date of Death/Turning: N/A Physical Description: Brunette, though most often his head is shaved, not clean exactly, but left a bit rough, as he likes it... much like his interior. Those lucky (or unlucky) enough to catch a glimpse of the demon, will find an exterior that quite closely reflects the interior. A bit gruff, a bit tough, mysterious, and as enticing as he is uninviting. Coal black eyes are perhaps his most intense feature, if one gets a chance to look directly into his face. Otherwise they would first be struck by his size, though not immense, still quite formidable, for the hardness of his form. Muscles dominate the otherwise average frame. Distinguishing marks: Large, razor sharp batlike, leathery pitch black wings. Claws. Long forked tongue. In many ways he appears descended from dragons, though he'll insists if there is any connection it would be that dragons had descended from his bloodline and not vice verse. PB: Dominic Purcell Birth Location: Hell Personality: The strong silent type. Dark and brooding. Calm, cool, and collected. All these are adequate descriptions of the man, as is Hot tempered and maniacal. He is not quickly moved to anger, nor is it always so obvious he has been angered, except perhaps to those who know him best, or to those unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end of his fury. He appears as pure darkness in personality, but Mikkos was not always so, nor is it true that he always will be. Once a passion was held after all, a glimmer of it lives still. If only Mikkos could find reason not to deny it. Personal Background: Politics. Always it came to politics in hell, especially for those with power. Those with power sought always to keep it and to watch it multiply, and this led to more politicking, and to alliances made not for friendships but for power. Alliances were created in many ways, but the oldest, and strongest, were those built on marriage. Even in hell… blood was thicker than water. And more often even in hell than above, were found marriages of strategy rather than love. Love was a rarity in hell after all, hated and reviled for it’s very presence. Haimon Aristedes had no love for Cortence, his bride, but he married her willingly, despite his disdain for her surface-born heritage. Their union would increase his family’s power and his own, and power was all that mattered to Haimon. Within a year of their union a son was born, a year later followed by another, and then soon after a daughter. Cortence, for all her faults and ideologies proved a good mother, or at least a good vessel to carry Haimon’s spawn. Morris, then Mikkos, then Corynn, in such quick succession. None followed, at least, none from that union. Though neither would see fit to let the bastard seeds of their illicit unions live. From the moment his boys could walk, Haimon’s every free moment was in training them up to be their father’s successor, or at the least, to serve dutifully at his side as he still did his own father. These demons after all, were very long-lived, it would be millenia before any saw death… Ideally. They were not without enemies however, and many who would see them all dead. The girl, Corynn, was not so important in her father’s eyes, aside from a treasure to be used as a political tool the same as her mother had been. Her days were spent at her mother’s side, learning the tales of the world above, fanciful and epic stories of love, romance, and daring deeds. Mikkos, the boy in the middle, though cherished by his father, was not the first born, not the best, and not the one his father would lavish every moment on. He was taught all he had need to know but when Morris, the oldest was gathered against his father’s side and taken to be with the men of the family, Mikkos would often find himself at his mother’s side, with his sister. There he would often scorn her for her tales of the surface world, and for filling Corynn’s ears with such nonsense, but regardless, within moments he too would be enraptured, curled against his mother’s bosom as he slept with tales of heroism and true love.  And so they grew, Mikkos and Corynn secretly as close as Mikkos and Morris… perhaps closer for their shared nurturing at their mother’s side. When he’d grown old enough Mikkos decided to venture to the surface. His trip was against his father’s wishes, though he allowed it, and for it, for the desire… he punished Cortence. Mikkos stayed in the surface world, there gaining friends and finding not only cause, but purpose, as he never imagined possible. Befriending Julien Baptiste, and through him the rest of the Baptiste family, Mikkos felt he belonged here, he was happy, content as he never could be in hell. Like the stories his mother told him, Mikkos became a heroic figure battling evil, standing up for the good, and in it gaining love and happiness. The end.But it was not the end., No, not at all. Corynn, still in hell, had been groomed all these years, like her mother before her, to be a perfect bride for a man of her father’s choosing. A beautiful demoness, she was worth much in this regard, and her union with the one Haimon chose would mean more power for both families. Corynn however, had other ideas. Unfortunately, those ideas involved the heir of the Aristedes oldest enemy. Deimos Kreskas was his name, and when his daughter fled with him to the surface, Haimon, angered and humiliated acted with swift and terrible justice. Cortence was killed and an army dispatched to take vengeance on the Kreskas family. A small war brewed, Morris was killed and Mikkos was dragged back into hell on the eve of his wedding. Haimon was not a happy man. In fact, Haimon in his anger, had gone quite mad. Mikkos tried to reason, but his father, so full of hate for the surface world, and certainly for any of the “weaker” races, would hear none of it. No message was sent forth, no way for any to know where or why Mikkos had gone. Mikkos energy went straight away into attempting to reclaim the shattered bits of the Aristedes empire. What crashed down in weeks, took decades to rebuild. Fortunately, though the damage sustained had been substantial, the family was strong. Despite it’s still gaping wounds. The dead heir, the dead mother, the traitorous daughter and the insult against their family name. Mikkos did not hold the same anger as his father. Instead he held anger at his father. Each time he felt his work complete and that he could now move on, to return to the surface, he was slapped down, subjected not only to his father’s words on dishonor, but to the harsh treatments of mages and “modifiers” whose job it was to change his thinking on the surface world, and much else. In short, it was a bloody torture, ongoing, a brain washing to remind Mikkos where his duty lie and his loyalty belonged. Eventually it was no longer needed. Broken perhaps, but Mikkos knew he belonged in hell, he knew his duty, and he served it well. His duty was to his father, his name, and to his honor. His duty was to his family. With Morris gone, it was on Mikkos’ now to ensure more heirs for their family name. The bride so carefully chosen to wed Morris, was given to Mikkos in his stead. Their union produced a son in which all that Mikkos lost could again be found. Not a replacement, no. But to say he held pride in his boy would be an extreme understatement. Perhaps this was the link his father and Morris had held. Though there was nothing even similar with his bride. Though a more perfect bride there could not be. Not to say there was animosity but neither fooled themselves that their marriage was anything more than a political union. It was simply the way things were done. The way they always would be. Nikolaos, his son, would one day do the same, though not for many many years. Still, the potential brides were already being considered. That however, was a deal far off, for now there were other, more pressing matters to keep Mikkos’ attention. His sister, long ago killed in the bloody war, was never forgotten, nor were her children. Her daughter had been returned home and soon so too would her son, Dorian. The net was drawing tight, soon Mikkos would have him in his hands. Seattle. The new world. A city not yet founded when last Mikkos had been on the surface. Family: Dorian Kreskas ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dust_and_shadow, Nikolaos Aristedes from_the_depthsRace and Personal Weaknesses: Cold, Spine and Head trauma, Holy objects, Direct sunlight/bright lights can weaken him, cause him pain, and even blind him. Nikolaos. Justine. (Not that he'd admit that) The questions he secretly holds about his family. Really cannot stand folk music, of any kind. Magical Abilities: Shadow manipulation. Ability to bend and shape shadows, even to extend the smallest of a shadow to his will. He can blend into shadow, become the shadow, and move through it (as through door cracks, etc). Has the ability to cast a net of confusion over others without actually physically casting them into darkness (Mental and/or emotional shadowing). Skills and Training: Increased speed and strength (heightened with age). Increased healing (stronger with age). Immunity to most human illnesses. Blades, boxing Job: N/A Residence: A hotel for now AIM Name: Plot Ties Plot Tie One: Friends Plot Tie Two: Enemies | |||||||||
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