__________________Quick StatsNameCharles
Name MeaningManly, Farmer (Wow, I just found that out. I guess it would make sense if it was a demon farm of doom.
Nick-namesNone
ImageThis picture was drawn by someone else as a gift to me. The line is from a story I wrote about Charles, which is posted at the end of this profile.
BirthdayFebruary 8
Zodiac SignAquarius
AgeSome strange demon age.
GenderMale
Sexual OrientationHeterosexual
Single or Taken?Taken (By a character who is owned by someone who doesn’t belong to this forum.)
SpeciesDemon
Blood-typeWhatever type demons have.
Height6’ 2’
Weight150
Eye ColorSolid glowing green
Hair ColorBlack
AffiliationThe darkest reaches of Hell, and Aedolis(to a certain extent. No one knows how loyal he really is.)
ReligionHe’s a demon. They aren’t usually that religious.XD
OccupationTorture Specialist
Birth PlaceHell
LocationAedolis
Most Used Phrase(s)“Your suffering is like a sweet wine…”
Character of Mine Most Likely to...Torment the innocent
Finished ThreadsCurrent Threads__________________In-Depth StuffPhysical DescriptionHe's pretty tall, with skin as gray as ash, and jet-black hair that is slicked back on his head. His eyes are like glowing emerald gems, and he wears a tangerine colored suit.
PersonalityCharles is just plain evil. His idea of relaxing is taking a nice cup of tea and torturing a few children. He has a strange sense of humor, and seems to find pleasure in taunting and tormenting his victims. He lives and breathes the pain of those around him.
WeaknessesHis love for his family. His is a strange breed of sociopath, as all demons are. He has no feeling for anyone, but his wife and offspring. It is sort of a demonic failsafe to ensure that there will always be another generation of beings of Darkness that have been schooled in the ways of the demonic.
Other than his protectiveness of his family, he has no redeeming qualities whatsoever. He is a horrible person who will torment anyone he can, the more innocent, the better.
StrengthsHis love for his family as well. It’s the only thing that counterbalances the black hole that fills most of his soul.
His ability to control a realm of unending torment might be considered a strength, if you are a sadistic bastard that enjoys watching people suffer unimaginable pain.
Magic/AbilitiesHe can control a realm known as Parn or the Realm of Endless Torment. Every pain known to man, be it human alien or magical creature, natural or created, mental or physical, exists in this realm. All of these are played out at once, yet each torment can be felt to it's fullest potential. Charles can bend the time of the realm, so that while it is only a few seconds in the outside world, the realm time can be anywhere from a few hours to a few million years.
FamilyI will not say, since the owner of the characters is not here. Let’s just say they are residing in another dimension at the moment.
FriendsNone.
FoesLeslie, a rival demon that he pissed off a few too many times.
History-CLASSIFIED-
Commentary I have a small story I wrote about Charles that will help show a bit of his character:
The room, if a large cavernous space of glowing black onyx could be called a room, was nearly empty. The only movement came from a lone man in the corner, huddled over in a tight ball, like some animal that had spent too much time in a tight cage. A soft whimpering could be heard from the lump, his voice as broken as the rest of his body.
A tall figure faded into view, like a specter from a long forgotten dream. This new figure was a sight to behold. Its gray skin was that of corpses, and its hair was as black as the wings of a raven. Two glowing emerald gems took the place of what should have been eyes. Yes, this was a demon straight from hell.
“So, how did you like it,” the creature asked the cowering form on the floor. “Was it fun? The endless torment, the unending pain, day in and day out, year after year?”
The man did not answer, but continued to sob on the floor, his mind unable to come up with any words to lob back at the demon. The demon grinned at this, revealing two rows of sharp yellow teeth.
“Seeing as how much you liked, what kind of host would I be if I didn’t send you back?” He laid a gray skinned hand on the man’s shoulder.
Suddenly, the man sprang to life. He squirmed and shivered at the beast’s touch, his whole body alive with spastic attempts to get away.
“No! Don’t send me back there! Please, I’m begging you! I’ll do anything you want! Anything! Just don’t send me back there!”
The frantic pleas brought a gleam of delight into the demon’s eyes. He bent over, and placed his mouth near the poor soul’s ear.
“This is what I want,” the creature said. “Your misery is like a fine ambrosia, and your tears are a succulent wine.” With that, he chanted a few words, and the man disappeared, back to whatever nightmare he had just returned from.