Post by Yokai on Nov 16, 2015 18:32:06 GMT -5
Age: ---
Gender: Male
Species: Demon
Appearance:
Demon -- Tall in stature, all lean muscle and lanky limbs, Belet'idu manages to strike some sort of balance between appearing androgynous and maintaining a noticeably masculine air. He is slender, in an almost girlish way, but not fragile, his frame taut with musculature, his build akin to that of a gymnast. Pale skin contrasts with his dark hair, and both combined offer a nice contrast to the brilliance of his amethyst eyes, so bright that in some lighting they look white. Attire varies depending on where he is going or what he is doing, and he can be found in a work tunic and cloak just as commonly as the lush robes required to visit the courts. He enjoys accentuating his features with make-up and war paint, though the runes he draws on himself are oft covered by his clothing. Residing near his hair line and concealed by his long bangs are the remnants of what once were impressive, curled horns, akin to a ram's. They now are nothing more than jagged, bony bases, which he prefers to keep hidden. Pointed ears and sharp canines/nails round out his demonic appearance.
Human -- His human guise maintains much of his true form's androgyny, albeit in a different way. He is not nearly as tall, but he is still willowy and lithe in build. His hair is long and a bright ginger in hue, quite a difference in comparison to his natural ebony. No signs of his horns remain, nor do most of his other demonic traits, though his ears do maintain a slight point. While in this form, "Balthasar" prefers to wear suits and other gentlemanly attire.
Personality:
Some say that Belet'idu is so elusive and adaptive that knowing his true personality is an impossibility. While that may be true on some level, there are certain recurring themes that are easier to pin down. There's a certain wanderlust that nags at the demon, which causes him to roam the lands far and wide, only returning now and then to the hut which is his permanent home to resupply and get a better night's rest than a bedroll in a tent can provide. Paired with this inability to stay in any one place for too long is an aloof air -- he's not purposefully cruel, but his interest and affection is hard to genuinely gain. There is some of the stereotypical demonic arrogance lingering within him, but having lived so long, it's no longer something he flaunts. He's confident and self-assured, but feels no need to be flashy about it. A lore keeper of sorts, he has a vested interested in the myths, histories, and politics of his home realm, as well as those of the human realm. He also holds a love for all things esoteric and cryptic.
History:
The public knows precious few things about the one they have coined "Shaman". Belet'idu prefers it that way. His past is his own, and he is not keen to share it with many, if anyone at all. He has lived so long -- too long, he sometimes thinks to himself -- and has witnessed much. The rise and fall of kingdoms, the end of bloodlines, castles in ashes...There are whispers, too, that he glimpsed the penning of the Demonex itself. He allows the rumors to fuel themselves, that suits him just fine.
Fading from the annals of history, remembered by few and none so vividly than himself, is just how Belet'idu started on his path of notoriety. Young, arrogant, and consumed by a need to ascend to something greater than himself, his familial line fell to his voracious quest. The fields around his ancestral home awash in crimson, siblings, parents, cousins and grandparents alike strewn about him in bloody swathes, and him ultimately feeling nothing -- no prick of power, no rush of divinity -- struck him with something that had been foreign to him up until that point: uncertainty and regret.
Feeling hollow and reeling from a sense of detachment, Belet'idu left their corpses behind, seeking to forget by traveling the land and absorbing as much knowledge and ritual as he could. In time, he found solace in the old ways, of reading runes and other means of divination, other would-be magicks. Amidst all this, gaining confidence and ill-gotten fame, came his first summoning, and his first taste of the mortal realm. It was strange, and he was young enough yet to feel the burn of righteous indignation at being pulled away from his work to serve some weakling. And yet there he was.
Strangely, he came to enjoy it. Notsomuch the servitude, but wealth of knowledge that came from the predicament. Especially since during the original heyday of the Demonex, other arts were 'in fashion' as well. The concepts of human alchemy caught his attention during the time he spent with the scholar-turned-demonologist who summoned him. Belet'idu almost felt forlorn when the human's mortality finally caught up with him. And so it went. He was summoned once and twice more before the call to the human realm dried up completely due to the Demonex being lost to time.
In the interim, Belet'idu has plied his craft of runecasting and made a name for himself through not only the keen (if cryptic) advice he gives, but also to the wisdom that comes with age. Having avoided death this long certainly adds a certain weight to the ancient demon's words.
Face Claim: Gothic Prince Ken (true form) | Bartek Borowiec (human form)
Images:
True form
Human
Gender: Male
Species: Demon
Appearance:
Demon -- Tall in stature, all lean muscle and lanky limbs, Belet'idu manages to strike some sort of balance between appearing androgynous and maintaining a noticeably masculine air. He is slender, in an almost girlish way, but not fragile, his frame taut with musculature, his build akin to that of a gymnast. Pale skin contrasts with his dark hair, and both combined offer a nice contrast to the brilliance of his amethyst eyes, so bright that in some lighting they look white. Attire varies depending on where he is going or what he is doing, and he can be found in a work tunic and cloak just as commonly as the lush robes required to visit the courts. He enjoys accentuating his features with make-up and war paint, though the runes he draws on himself are oft covered by his clothing. Residing near his hair line and concealed by his long bangs are the remnants of what once were impressive, curled horns, akin to a ram's. They now are nothing more than jagged, bony bases, which he prefers to keep hidden. Pointed ears and sharp canines/nails round out his demonic appearance.
Human -- His human guise maintains much of his true form's androgyny, albeit in a different way. He is not nearly as tall, but he is still willowy and lithe in build. His hair is long and a bright ginger in hue, quite a difference in comparison to his natural ebony. No signs of his horns remain, nor do most of his other demonic traits, though his ears do maintain a slight point. While in this form, "Balthasar" prefers to wear suits and other gentlemanly attire.
Personality:
Some say that Belet'idu is so elusive and adaptive that knowing his true personality is an impossibility. While that may be true on some level, there are certain recurring themes that are easier to pin down. There's a certain wanderlust that nags at the demon, which causes him to roam the lands far and wide, only returning now and then to the hut which is his permanent home to resupply and get a better night's rest than a bedroll in a tent can provide. Paired with this inability to stay in any one place for too long is an aloof air -- he's not purposefully cruel, but his interest and affection is hard to genuinely gain. There is some of the stereotypical demonic arrogance lingering within him, but having lived so long, it's no longer something he flaunts. He's confident and self-assured, but feels no need to be flashy about it. A lore keeper of sorts, he has a vested interested in the myths, histories, and politics of his home realm, as well as those of the human realm. He also holds a love for all things esoteric and cryptic.
History:
The public knows precious few things about the one they have coined "Shaman". Belet'idu prefers it that way. His past is his own, and he is not keen to share it with many, if anyone at all. He has lived so long -- too long, he sometimes thinks to himself -- and has witnessed much. The rise and fall of kingdoms, the end of bloodlines, castles in ashes...There are whispers, too, that he glimpsed the penning of the Demonex itself. He allows the rumors to fuel themselves, that suits him just fine.
Fading from the annals of history, remembered by few and none so vividly than himself, is just how Belet'idu started on his path of notoriety. Young, arrogant, and consumed by a need to ascend to something greater than himself, his familial line fell to his voracious quest. The fields around his ancestral home awash in crimson, siblings, parents, cousins and grandparents alike strewn about him in bloody swathes, and him ultimately feeling nothing -- no prick of power, no rush of divinity -- struck him with something that had been foreign to him up until that point: uncertainty and regret.
Feeling hollow and reeling from a sense of detachment, Belet'idu left their corpses behind, seeking to forget by traveling the land and absorbing as much knowledge and ritual as he could. In time, he found solace in the old ways, of reading runes and other means of divination, other would-be magicks. Amidst all this, gaining confidence and ill-gotten fame, came his first summoning, and his first taste of the mortal realm. It was strange, and he was young enough yet to feel the burn of righteous indignation at being pulled away from his work to serve some weakling. And yet there he was.
Strangely, he came to enjoy it. Notsomuch the servitude, but wealth of knowledge that came from the predicament. Especially since during the original heyday of the Demonex, other arts were 'in fashion' as well. The concepts of human alchemy caught his attention during the time he spent with the scholar-turned-demonologist who summoned him. Belet'idu almost felt forlorn when the human's mortality finally caught up with him. And so it went. He was summoned once and twice more before the call to the human realm dried up completely due to the Demonex being lost to time.
In the interim, Belet'idu has plied his craft of runecasting and made a name for himself through not only the keen (if cryptic) advice he gives, but also to the wisdom that comes with age. Having avoided death this long certainly adds a certain weight to the ancient demon's words.
Face Claim: Gothic Prince Ken (true form) | Bartek Borowiec (human form)
Images:
True form
Human