Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2015 2:41:34 GMT -5
Full Name: Amon
Nickname/Alias: N/A
Age/Date Of Birth: Almost as old as the beginning of time
Race: Demon
Occupation: Grand Marquis of Hell/Drug Dealing Boss
Species Group: White Eyed Demon
Play-By: Benedict Cumberbatch
Abilities
+ Command of 70 legions of demons
+Destruction of objects with telekinesis
+Overpower lower level demons
+Can make deals
+Superhuman strength and endurance
+Isn't effected by holy water
+Telepathy (can read and influence minds)
+Control over Hellhounds
+Future Reading (white eyes must be visible)
- Demonic Possession
- Electromagnetic Interference
- Flight when in natural form
- Immortality
- Invulnerability
- Super strength
- Super stamina
- Supernatural perception
- Teleportation
- Invisibility
Special Inventory
Special items that are bought from the store will go here.
Likes (At Least 3):
❤ Being in control
❤ Causing chaos
❤ Causing pain
❤ Hell Hounds
❤ Demons
❤ Evil in general
❤ Blood sacrifices
❤ Dark witch magic
❤ Nice suits
Dislikes (At Least 3):
✗ Humans
✗ Archangels
✗ Angels
✗ Anyone on the good side
✗ People that are mean to animals
✗ Feeling like he's not in control of a situation
✗ The color pink
✗ Scuffing his shoes
✗ Fast food restaurants and the cretin that inhabit them
Fears (At Least 2):
☬ Archangels
☬ Somehow Hell being taken over by Archangels and angels
Goals (At Least 1):
★ Create as many demons as he can and wreak as much havoc as possible
Personality: Amon is ruthless. He is the epitome of what every good White-Eyed Demon should be; educated, suave, cunning, and above all other things, a heartless being. He knows little very emotions besides anger, and interest. There is no heart, deep, deep down. No secret pain or tragedy that somehow caused him to become this machine of a creature. Amon was always like this, from the beginning of his creation, a sociopath. He harms others and destroys things simply because he can, for the sheer pleasure he gets off watching people die by his hand. He has a subtle arrogance about him, one that comes off in waves. Amon is one to brag about what he's done, he'd rather show you by example. If what Amon wants will come only at the price of the freedom and lives of others, so be it. He doesn't give two shits about humanity or what irreparable damage he causes.
In many ways, Amon is selfish. He's cunning, cruel, and enigmatic. There's a certain air in his presence that draws others to him like prey caught in a spider web. They're entranced by the glorious design, then stuck and devoured quickly. He is a leader, for multiple reasons. Mostly the fear he instills in others, but he also has quite the abilities of persuasion and dignity. He keeps his chin up at all times, not even giving demons below him a second glance unless he needs them to do something for him. While Amon can appreciate a good torture session, he often time prefers to have others get their hands dirty for him. He's a busy man and can't often be bothered with such trivial things as torture.
Another key component of Amon's personality is his unpredictable behavior. He can be calm one minute, and destroying a whole room of demons the next. For example: Amon enjoys the innocence and sharpness of animals(and familiars), which is a very demonly thing to do. His existence is chaotic and violent, only having brief pauses of kindness and easy-going moments. He is a brutal killer and will not hesitate to obliterate anyone in his way. Amon trusts no one, has no friends, few allies, and no obvious Achilles heel. He likes to keep himself separated from things to remain mysterious and powerful, because people fear what they don't know. And they certainly don't know Amon. He's some who holds regrets, is volatile, and has no sympathy for the weak. Hell hath no fury like Amon scorned.
Traits
✧ Ruthless
✧ Fearlessness(unless you're an Archangel)
✧ Charm
✧ Lack of conscience
✧ Lack of empathy
✧ Mentally tough
✧ Cunning
✧ Can deduce situations easily
Negatives (At Least 3):
✦ Does have a fascination with love(though not for himself, but between humans and other creatures because it makes them so incredibly stupid and vulnerable)
✦ Has soft spot for solving problems between friends
✦ Usually doesn't care what people do so long as he gets whatever he needs, but he absolutely hates when people abuse animals and will flip from calm to chaotic in seconds if he witnesses animal cruelty. Also may target animal breeders, abusers, and people like that to torture. Because animals are not humans, and should be rewarded for that.
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Parents: N/A
Siblings: N/A
Other Family: N/A
Important Others: N/A
History: Amon was never born, rather, he was created by Lucifer himself when Hell and demons were all sort of new things. He was made a few years after Lilith, but really never met or interacted with her unless he was given direct orders to help her with some task she had. The more Amon proved himself to be loyal to Lucifer and the mission to be evil, the more power he gained and the larger amounts of Legions he was given to control. Soon he became the Grand Marquis of Hell, serving only below the Princes and kings of Hell themselves. With his new found title and honor, Amon was given the freedom to go out and deal among the primitive humans. But he soon grew bored with their uneducated and animalistic ways and decided that it was prime time for him to take control.
In Ancient Egypt he took on a role as one of the ancient deities in the city of Thebes, enjoying being worshiped and sacrificed for the next couple of years. When the people of Hyksos rebelled and took over Thebes, Amon alligned himself with their Sun God, Ra, and became a nationally known symbol of hope for the weak and unfortunate because of his mercy. Though, Amon had never been one for mercy and soon started making deals with the citizens of Egypt. They got money, women, and wealth; power more than they could ever imagine, and a year or so to live. Though, back then the dealer didn't have to be so clear about his intentions, and Amon manipulated people every way he could. He allied himself with Osiris, the Lord of the Dead, but soon vanished from Ancient Egypt.
For many years Amon just controlled his legions, involved them in wars, and led a bloodthirsty, cruel life. He did was Lucifer asked of him, did what Litlith asked of him, and was a good commanding officer to lower ranking demons. But Amon had an affinity with war and bloodshed, and nothing pleased him more than torturing souls and hurting others. Like most demons, Amon had the natural desire to destroy, and boy did he. His favorite thing to do was lend out his legions to humans that needed armies, and in return he'd take the souls of those making the deals. And fight, of course. Amon was never one to walk away from a good fight, or a bad fight, or any fight at all. Nothing he enjoyed, and enjoys,m ore than bloodshed. His need to cause pain and violence soon burned itself out though as the humans became wiser and figured things like weapons and warfare out and just started killing each other.
Stepping back, Amon took quite a few years off from the killing. Hundreds of years, actually. He traveled, all over the world during those times. Enjoying the differences in civilizations and peoples and he made deals here and there, but to keep up his appearances his did torture sessions. And man, did he enjoy those. Stripping people down to their bones, laying their skin out to dry in strips, breaking individual mentally and physically, this all pleased Amon greatly. As society advanced over the years he took on multiple rules. At one point in time he was a wealthy slave owner, and then he was a Confederate soldier, fighting in the civil war. He was an economist in Britain, briefly having an affair with a BED named Prasad, living on a nice manor and happily playing human. He fought against the Germans as an army Captain for Britain in WWl. And then he fought on Germany's side in WWll, because Amon refused to declare alliances for one side or the other. But war among humans amused him, so he enjoyed being part of it.
He's a business owner now, and works in the trade market. Mostly illegal stuff, like transporting drugs from here to there, paying off the authorities, and getting what he wants. Amon is highly involved in the drug cartel, but not really on an entry level. He's the one that sits up in his office and manages everything while his bitches do his work for him. And then he makes all the profit because he's the one that uses his special demony powers to get loads of cocaine or whatever across the borders. He's a big balla' in the drug system, and an even bigger balla down in hell. He basically does as he pleases and destroys and builds empires as he sees fit.
Alias: Sofie
How did you find us?: The old site
Experience: A lot
Other Characters: Asmodeus, Amon, Allocer, Bellona Iverson, Cole Abernathy, Hadley Klassen, Solviegh Prevedello, @valentine, Luna Meechum, Troy Baratheon, Karis Jacobs, Elena Haverland, Arie Rangon, @prasad
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 (Amon) have read the site rules and understand them. The code word for the rules is: (batman)
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