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Sepdemonium
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/(sorry for the wait.. I really hope he's okay, and let me know if I should change anything :] )
- Name: Sepiroth Von Silencia
- Age (All are generally the same age, late teens to early twenties):19
- Appearance (try to use pictures):
(his hair went prematurely white..)
- Height: 6'6
- Weight: underweight, very underweight
- 'Job': teaches ballet
"so full of life.." he whispers in a flat voice. "so full of life.." he reaches over and places a hand to your cheek. "so warm.. so warm.." he moves his hand down from your cheek and to your neck, tracing your juglar vain he licks his lips. He suddenly leans back and tilts his head, listening to a voice that only he can hear. "He says that before I get to work, I should tell you a little bit about myself.. and it does not do to argue with him.."
he clears his throat before standing up and folding his arms. "my dear girl, allow me to declare that I like to torture! I like the feeling of the knife in my hand, I like seeing the victim helpless and struggling in their restraints, I like watching the gleam of the knife dancing in their eyes, I like tasting their tears, I like to be their God if only for that time!" he spreads his arms. "I most of all love the blood!" he cuts a thin and shallow cut on your cheek, he watches the blood drip before wiping some away tenderly with his finger. He then places the bloodied finger to his lips and licks it.
"I had no life, that is all I will say about my childhood.. or rather lack of, I was taught what it meant to suffer." a strange look enters his eyes. "I often wished to die." he shakes his head. "regardless of what anyone will tell you, the past never fades! It's like a festering wound that keeps teasing you, claws that dig into you deeper as the years go on!" he gazes at the knife. "the knife that cuts deeper into your heart and kills a bit of you every day.. bit by bit.. bit..by..bit.."
He lowers his head and let's out a soft, elegant.. yet sad and crazed laugh. "after many years, I took fate into my own hands.. I-I didn't mean for them to die though!" he says with clenched fists. "because then.. I became totally alone, until I starting hearing them.. he more then her, because he was always more dominant..." he pauses. "what do they say? oh.. this and that." he says vaguely. "but the point is.. I had never lived, never really lived.. until I turned the tables.. and each scream they cried brought me to life, and for the first time.. I lived." he shuts his eyes. "I never realised how beautiful blood looks, how transcendent it is when compared with other liquids and colours. Blood is truly wine of the Gods, and delightful to bathe in.."
the left corner of his lip curls in a smirk. "it was then that my Demon awakened.. it was then that I knew what my raison 'd etre is.. to keep myself alive, to truly be able to live.. I must kill.. the second time I killed someone, it truly opened my eyes. He was a very handsome man, but oh so dull. I can admire the beauty in people, but when that's all they are.. naturally they should not live. As you can see, I am not built to openly attack people.. so I bided my time and slipped a nice little drug into his drink- the old fool had no idea!" he giggles softly to himself. "naturally I restrained him to the bed, and woke him up by putting a wet towel over his face and pouring icy water onto it. It was amusing to watch him choke and splutter, that self religious fool that was blinded by the supposed superiority of his age was quickly reduced to a sobbing brat! I had not even started.."
he has a strange look of blissful delight on his face. "cutting into his flesh was easer then I thought. I enjoyed making shallow cuts all across his body, a tiny map with pathways of blood. And when the blood began to gush out of his mouth when I began to dig deeper, I was delighted! Though his screaming eventually started to annoy me, it was like a sheep bleating.. and his eyes were like watery marbles, IT WAS PATHTIC!" he suddenly roars. "he should have had the decorum to take his fate like a man!" he pulls the turned up neck of his polo neck shirt- showing a flash of a infected looking scar upon his neck. "so I dealt with those accordingly. After I killed him.. well.. sometime after that, I eventually found like minded people.. I found the family I never had.."
he leans close, his feminine face now becomes a statuesque mask. "I hope you aren't a screamer, and I really hope you aren't a starer.. after all.. your voice is cute and your eyes are inspiring.. I'd hate to have to remove both.." he holds the knife over you and whispers. "we have a long night ahead of us, the strong will do what the strong will and the weak will endure what the weak must!" the that's when the girl began to scream..
- Name: Sepiroth Von Silencia
- Age (All are generally the same age, late teens to early twenties):19
- Appearance (try to use pictures):
- Height: 6'6
- Weight: underweight, very underweight
- 'Job': teaches ballet
- History: {Sepiroth speaks to a victim} the young man breezes in and sits down slowly, it takes you some moments to realise that he is indeed male. With an elegant hand he places a finger under your chin and tilts your head up so you meet his gleaming yet cold green eyes. He crosses his long legs, causing his pants to crinkle slightly. He clasps his long and elegant fingers together, his plumb nail polish shines a little and is highlighted by his fingerless lace gloves. He tilts his head at you like a curious bird and his once blonde hair- now washed out by the cruelty of life- falls over his face. You wonder if he'll ever speak, but speak he does.
"so full of life.." he whispers in a flat voice. "so full of life.." he reaches over and places a hand to your cheek. "so warm.. so warm.." he moves his hand down from your cheek and to your neck, tracing your juglar vain he licks his lips. He suddenly leans back and tilts his head, listening to a voice that only he can hear. "He says that before I get to work, I should tell you a little bit about myself.. and it does not do to argue with him.."
he clears his throat before standing up and folding his arms. "my dear girl, allow me to declare that I like to torture! I like the feeling of the knife in my hand, I like seeing the victim helpless and struggling in their restraints, I like watching the gleam of the knife dancing in their eyes, I like tasting their tears, I like to be their God if only for that time!" he spreads his arms. "I most of all love the blood!" he cuts a thin and shallow cut on your cheek, he watches the blood drip before wiping some away tenderly with his finger. He then places the bloodied finger to his lips and licks it.
"I had no life, that is all I will say about my childhood.. or rather lack of, I was taught what it meant to suffer." a strange look enters his eyes. "I often wished to die." he shakes his head. "regardless of what anyone will tell you, the past never fades! It's like a festering wound that keeps teasing you, claws that dig into you deeper as the years go on!" he gazes at the knife. "the knife that cuts deeper into your heart and kills a bit of you every day.. bit by bit.. bit..by..bit.."
He lowers his head and let's out a soft, elegant.. yet sad and crazed laugh. "after many years, I took fate into my own hands.. I-I didn't mean for them to die though!" he says with clenched fists. "because then.. I became totally alone, until I starting hearing them.. he more then her, because he was always more dominant..." he pauses. "what do they say? oh.. this and that." he says vaguely. "but the point is.. I had never lived, never really lived.. until I turned the tables.. and each scream they cried brought me to life, and for the first time.. I lived." he shuts his eyes. "I never realised how beautiful blood looks, how transcendent it is when compared with other liquids and colours. Blood is truly wine of the Gods, and delightful to bathe in.."
the left corner of his lip curls in a smirk. "it was then that my Demon awakened.. it was then that I knew what my raison 'd etre is.. to keep myself alive, to truly be able to live.. I must kill.. the second time I killed someone, it truly opened my eyes. He was a very handsome man, but oh so dull. I can admire the beauty in people, but when that's all they are.. naturally they should not live. As you can see, I am not built to openly attack people.. so I bided my time and slipped a nice little drug into his drink- the old fool had no idea!" he giggles softly to himself. "naturally I restrained him to the bed, and woke him up by putting a wet towel over his face and pouring icy water onto it. It was amusing to watch him choke and splutter, that self religious fool that was blinded by the supposed superiority of his age was quickly reduced to a sobbing brat! I had not even started.."
he has a strange look of blissful delight on his face. "cutting into his flesh was easer then I thought. I enjoyed making shallow cuts all across his body, a tiny map with pathways of blood. And when the blood began to gush out of his mouth when I began to dig deeper, I was delighted! Though his screaming eventually started to annoy me, it was like a sheep bleating.. and his eyes were like watery marbles, IT WAS PATHTIC!" he suddenly roars. "he should have had the decorum to take his fate like a man!" he pulls the turned up neck of his polo neck shirt- showing a flash of a infected looking scar upon his neck. "so I dealt with those accordingly. After I killed him.. well.. sometime after that, I eventually found like minded people.. I found the family I never had.."
he leans close, his feminine face now becomes a statuesque mask. "I hope you aren't a screamer, and I really hope you aren't a starer.. after all.. your voice is cute and your eyes are inspiring.. I'd hate to have to remove both.." he holds the knife over you and whispers. "we have a long night ahead of us, the strong will do what the strong will and the weak will endure what the weak must!" the that's when the girl began to scream..