Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2015 4:44:37 GMT -5
Full Name: Allocer
Nickname/Alias: N/A
Age/Date Of Birth: 536 years old
Race: Demon
Occupation: Drug dealer/ Great Duke of Hell
Species Group: Black Eyed Demon
Play-By: Michael Fassbender
Abilities
• Demonic Possession - Can take a host whenever he likes, whoever he likes, so long as they're unprotected (no tattoo/hex bags/etc.)
• Telekinesis - The ability to move things and other beings with his mind.
• Supernatural Senses - He can smell things, see things, and feels things others can't, like most demons.
• Supernatural Perception - Can sense when other supernatural beings are near. • Super strength
• Pyrokinesis - Ability to control fire.
• Super stamina
• Invulnerability
• Spell Casting - Much like a witch, he can use magic, he also knows a bit of Enochian spells and sigils, taught to him by Amon.
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Familiars
❤ Astronomy
❤ Liberal Arts
❤ Blonde Women
❤ Causing pain
❤ Blood sacrifices
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Humans
✗ Making Amon mad
✗ Brunettes
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Amon
☬ The Princes of Hell (obviously)
Goals (At Least 1):
★ He wants to make money and just cause chaos, and bang a lot of blondes because that's his type
Personality: Allocer is the type of demon that is fueled purely by cruelty. He was a Nazi because he enjoyed feeling powerful, enjoyed causing misery, and killing others. More than usual that is. Anything that will make him feel powerful, he'll do. He's usually pretty brooding and aggressive, the type that you go out of your way to avoid. But he does have moments where he finds something amusing and will crack a joke or a smile. Though, it's usually at someone's expense. If someone is begging him not to kill them, he'll laugh, and then kill them. He knows no boundaries or limits. He's aligned himself with Amon because he knows the WED is powerful and doesn't want to be on the enemy side of that, so he's a kiss ass. Oh well. His anger is also something that really fuels him, and he has a quick temper. He's guilty of being dumb in instances where he can't control his rage. When Allocer seems something he wants, he can get quiet obsessive over it. He rarely stops until he has that thing. While all this is being said, he's quite the good actor if it comes to getting something. He puts the charm on quite well.
Traits
✧ Enduring
✧ Charismatic
✧ Excellent Actor
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Horrible self-control
✦ Impatient
✦ Cruel
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Parents: N/A
Siblings: N/A
Other Family: N/A
Important Others: @amon
History: Nothing of Allocer's history is important until the day he became a demon. As a demon he did the usual shit; kill, steal, plunder, do whatever he wanted. The important details of his history don't start until he really dedicated al arge chunk of time and engry into doing some particularyl evil things in Hell and getting the attention of a few more powerful demons. One demon, Amon, took a special interest in hm, finding his lack of self-control brilliantly amusing and useful. Many times he sent him up to Earth to do this task, so basically he became and errand runner for the WED. Though Allocer was never the type to do something without getting something in return, so he was promoted to being one of the Dukes of Hell, which came with a bit more power and influence.
When the war broke out between Germany and the rest of the world, and Amon became a concentration camp Kommandant, it was obvious that Allocer, as his lackey, would of course follow him into this job. Allocer was given another little title, and the freedom to really do as he pleased so long as he returned and reported to Amon. So he hopped from country to country, helping build labor camps and do cruel and unforgivable things. He committed unspeakable crimes in those camps and never showed an ounce of regret. In 1940 Germany invaded and conquered France, and that was where Allocer met Sebine. She was on her way to a camp, but he pulled her aside because she was blonde and beautiful, even in the face of cruelty. In a way he saved her, but it wasn't like he was saving her because he cared about her. Rather, he just liked her blonde hair. So they became an item, forcefully at first, and then she finally came around to liking him enough. He made it obvious he was a demon and she told him that the whole reason she was being sent to the camp was because she was a heretic. She was a witch.
While she wasn't evil like him, she followed him willingly because he was powerful and he could kill her if he wanted to. The whole relation is and was volatile. He, hot-headed and quick to anger. And her, sharp-tongued and stubborn. But in that way, Allocer liked her, so when the war ended he kept her. Amon didn't mind because Amon could give a shit less what Allocer did so long as he was loyal, and he was. As a witch, Sebine had the ability to do spells to keep herself young, immortal in a sense. So long as she wasn't killed, she didn't die. Allocer protected her, liking her enough. They're sort of in a relationship, but not really. Because if she ever tried to leave, he'd kill her. But he also has numerous women on the side that he does whatever with. He's a defnite scumbag.
When things got a little more current and modern and Amon created theSolem Numinas, Allocer got into the whole drug cartel thing. Now, his main job is to over see the orders that Amon gives. He makes sure this truck full of heroin gets to where it needs to go and all the proper things arrive to their warehouses. Of course he still acts like a savage when he has free time, doing the whole demon thing. Sebine is still thing, along side Allocer, but really she does her own thing.
Alias:Sofie
How did you find us?: The old site
Experience: Many years
Other Characters: @asmodeus
RP Sample:
The further he went with his story, the more Hadley felt it. She felt the pain, the heaviness of wanting to fix things and help everyone, and how much it hurt. Cas didn’t look at Hadley as he spoke, and Hadley stopped trying to look at him. She was feeling his pain. She was reliving her memories. She was going home after a long couple of weeks at college, just wanting to see her family, wanting to be loved. She was getting thrown to the floor by her father, but it wasn’t really her father at all. She was staring into those horrible black eyes, her heart sinking as he yelled things at her. Horrible things. She was closing her eyes and grabbing the knife she kept hidden against her back, then jumping up and stabbing her father in the side. In the ribs. In the heart. And it was all a blur from there. The little bits and pieces she remembered sent her into a dizzying pain. There were police at her house and blood on her hands and they were taking her away in cuffs, thinking she was guilty. And she was guilty. But Cole and Rachael were there, crying and holding each other, not even knowing what she’d done. They defended her, said she’d never hurt their parents. They’d loved her. They didn’t know that she was a monster.
It crushed her, made her feel like her lungs were being smothered, and her ribs were breaking. There was nothing Hadley could do to make things right. If she told the truth to her siblings, got them involved in this hunting world, she could never forgive herself. They would hate her even more for what she did to their parents, they would never speak to her again. And so Hadley had to play the game where she decided what she wanted to lose, what she wanted to sacrifice. If she told the truth, she lost everything. The love of her siblings, the trust of the people in the town, her home; everything. But if she kept it a secret and didn’t tell anyone that she’d killed her parents, and that she was a hunter now, she was living a lie. So which path did she choose? Which road did she follow? It became the game of life, and of sacrifice. The Sacrifice Game. Hadley chose herself, and by doing so, hoped that she would be able to save her siblings from the burning betrayal they would sense from her. But nothing was harder than having to turn your back on those you loved, those you tried to protect.
Listening to Cas was difficult. Hadley wanted to pause, to ask questions, maybe just take a breather. She wanted to know everything about him, and this was it. She hadn’t expected it to hit her like this, the feeling of grief. Not for herself, but for Cas. As her green eyes glanced over at his blue ones, Hadley could really see it now. Each thing he’d told her, every fight he’d fought, every time he died, the pain, the betrayal, the consuming guilt; she could see it. Her hand slowly slipped off the wheel and found Cas’, and she held onto his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He wasn’t alone, and it was important that he knew that. She parked the car, but made no movement to get up. “I don’t know how to reply to that,” she whispered, mouth tight. “That’s…That was…Just so much.” Her voice trailed off as her eyes fell to her lap. “So, so much.” For the next few minutes, Hadley was as silent as death. She was thinking about Cas and how he’d suffered and how she’d suffered, except that once she died, she was gone. No one would bring her back, she was sure of it. But Cas couldn’t die, he wasn’t allowed that peace, and so he was continually brought back. For some reason that made her angry. She wanted him to be able to feel peace after a lifetime of war. He deserved that.
Once again he said that he didn’t deserve this, that he didn’t belong here, but this time Hadley wasn’t going to snap out a response. Instead, she quietly examined her legs, pulling a piece of fuzz off of her sweats. She licked her lips, curled her finger around a strand of hair, and sighed. Then, after all of that, she looked to Cas. “You should feel guilty,” Hadley started, but her tone was soft and gentle. “Because feeling guilty means that you can still feel, that you’re human[/] enough to feel. You’re human enough to know when you’ve done wrong and what’s right and you rebelled…” She stopped, taking in a breath. “You fucking rebelled, Cas. You did it to save people. You died numerous times. You fought more battles than I can imagine and probably killed more lives than I can ever imagine.” Her eyes were grave, but turned warm suddenly as she grabbed both of Cas’ hands and pulled them to her. “But you have also probably saved morel ives than I can imagine, Cas. And so yeah, you do deserve to feel a little bad. But there is no going back now. So don’t let it ruin you. Be happy. Know that you did your best.” Gingerly, she reached up and cupped one side of his face with her hand. “You deserve peace.” Hadley looked back over at the restaurant and removed her hand. “Do you wanna go inside?”
I (Allocer) have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: (batman)
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