Post by denoukura on May 10, 2009 11:36:59 GMT -5
Name: Denoukura Masai Isenchi
Age: Looks 18 (really over 200)
Gender: Male
Race:Demon
Alliance: Western Alliance
Appearance: Denoukura has pitch black hair that is just over his ears. The ears themselves are pointed, and his skin is deathly pale. He wears a pair of black pants that are barely tight on him, and a black shirt. Over the shirt, he has a blood red trench coat that he wears a majority of the time. His eyes are strange. They are normally a dark blue, but change shades, as well as color based on his mood. He has claws. They extend from his hand an inch and a half, and are sharper than razors.
Personality : He tends not to get attached to anyone. If anybody does hapen to get close to him, however, he will protect them with his life.
Weapons: Dragon Slayer
Powers/Abilities: Controls Darkness
History:
Denoukura Nogitha had no emotion as the ones that were called his parents looked at him with a look that had not changed much since he was a child; One of malicious intent. He let a smirk move across his face as his red eyes shifted. The round pupils changed shape, and formed sharp diamonds, whose tips cut his iris into fourths. He was tired of the city, tired of the lies, tired of everything this place didn't have to offer. He needed blood, to feel it, smell it. It was the sheer sight of it that made him think of this in the first place. "GET HIM!" The yell came from behind him, but he felt as if the voice were too far away to matter at all. He made his move against his 'parents', their own sword in his hand. He fell nearly to the ground and positioned his legs in a sprinters stance. He pushed off of the ground with all the force he had in his body and rocketed towards the people who had for so long lied to him about everything he had ever known. He didn't even have to move the blade of the sword to kill the both of them. The sound of the sword ripping into their fleshy abdomens and the feel of the blood spray on his face made Denoukurs grin, baring his newly aquired fangs to the re-inforcements they had called in.
He turned his back to the door and held his left hand out in front of him, catching one of the rear attacker's hands in his palm. He wrenched it towards him and brought his knee upwards at full force, rising himself off fo the ground and connecting with a very surprised face. He heard the crunching of bones and saw a mixture of blood and teeth pour out of his wouth before he turned his left leg on the other attacker. He swung it so hard that when it connected to the other man's face, it brought him horizontal to the ground and sent the weapon flying out of his hand. Bones snapped in the neck of the man, and Denoukura knew then that he was indeed dead.
His face blood-stained, and no damage delt to him thus far, Denoukura felt really good. He turned back to the door and threw the three foot sword at the nearest attacker. The blade went into the mans chest, buried to the hilt, and Denoukura could hear the man's heart stop. He smiled lightly as he turned to face a small regrouping of people. This was it for them, and they knew it all too well. Denoukura smiled and he held his hand out beside him, palm up. A ball of darkness started to gather there, and soon a blade formed itself. He looked at it, the gring growing wider on his face. This was his blade. He had made it. The Dragon Slayer from the darkness. In the next second, Denoukura used his newly aquired blade to behead the four remaining guards. There was nothing left for him here. He flexed his shoulders and then set them straight as a pair of ten foot wings flew out from his back. He took off to the sky, only stopping to look back at his home and crush it with his power of darkness.
That was a long time ago now, and Denoukura had aged greatly. He was now an assassin for hire, and his payment was in blood. He was the best that anyone could have found, and everyone knew it.
Pets: Wolf
Occupation: Assassin
Age: Looks 18 (really over 200)
Gender: Male
Race:Demon
Alliance: Western Alliance
Appearance: Denoukura has pitch black hair that is just over his ears. The ears themselves are pointed, and his skin is deathly pale. He wears a pair of black pants that are barely tight on him, and a black shirt. Over the shirt, he has a blood red trench coat that he wears a majority of the time. His eyes are strange. They are normally a dark blue, but change shades, as well as color based on his mood. He has claws. They extend from his hand an inch and a half, and are sharper than razors.
Personality : He tends not to get attached to anyone. If anybody does hapen to get close to him, however, he will protect them with his life.
Weapons: Dragon Slayer
Powers/Abilities: Controls Darkness
History:
Denoukura Nogitha had no emotion as the ones that were called his parents looked at him with a look that had not changed much since he was a child; One of malicious intent. He let a smirk move across his face as his red eyes shifted. The round pupils changed shape, and formed sharp diamonds, whose tips cut his iris into fourths. He was tired of the city, tired of the lies, tired of everything this place didn't have to offer. He needed blood, to feel it, smell it. It was the sheer sight of it that made him think of this in the first place. "GET HIM!" The yell came from behind him, but he felt as if the voice were too far away to matter at all. He made his move against his 'parents', their own sword in his hand. He fell nearly to the ground and positioned his legs in a sprinters stance. He pushed off of the ground with all the force he had in his body and rocketed towards the people who had for so long lied to him about everything he had ever known. He didn't even have to move the blade of the sword to kill the both of them. The sound of the sword ripping into their fleshy abdomens and the feel of the blood spray on his face made Denoukurs grin, baring his newly aquired fangs to the re-inforcements they had called in.
He turned his back to the door and held his left hand out in front of him, catching one of the rear attacker's hands in his palm. He wrenched it towards him and brought his knee upwards at full force, rising himself off fo the ground and connecting with a very surprised face. He heard the crunching of bones and saw a mixture of blood and teeth pour out of his wouth before he turned his left leg on the other attacker. He swung it so hard that when it connected to the other man's face, it brought him horizontal to the ground and sent the weapon flying out of his hand. Bones snapped in the neck of the man, and Denoukura knew then that he was indeed dead.
His face blood-stained, and no damage delt to him thus far, Denoukura felt really good. He turned back to the door and threw the three foot sword at the nearest attacker. The blade went into the mans chest, buried to the hilt, and Denoukura could hear the man's heart stop. He smiled lightly as he turned to face a small regrouping of people. This was it for them, and they knew it all too well. Denoukura smiled and he held his hand out beside him, palm up. A ball of darkness started to gather there, and soon a blade formed itself. He looked at it, the gring growing wider on his face. This was his blade. He had made it. The Dragon Slayer from the darkness. In the next second, Denoukura used his newly aquired blade to behead the four remaining guards. There was nothing left for him here. He flexed his shoulders and then set them straight as a pair of ten foot wings flew out from his back. He took off to the sky, only stopping to look back at his home and crush it with his power of darkness.
That was a long time ago now, and Denoukura had aged greatly. He was now an assassin for hire, and his payment was in blood. He was the best that anyone could have found, and everyone knew it.
Pets: Wolf
Occupation: Assassin