Derian Mors
:Appearance:
Derian has black hair and brown eyes, his height is 6'0 feets and weight 127 pounds, his skin is pale but else you can expect from a dead, Derian mainly used a shirt, white, black, gray or red, his pants are dark colored and the jacket he likes to wear dark blue. He always is carrying a bag with ChaosSeeker and some sweets
:Abilities:
Vigour Mortis
Is the way in which Derian calls his superhuman strength, for a period of time he can exceed several times the strength and speed of a normal human, but usually is more than what his body can tolerate so it ends up with broken bones and torn muscles.
Bone Manipulation
Derian is able to manipulate the bones in his own body. This is limited to, the generation of new bone mass, projecting bones out from the skin.
Body Parts Manipulation
He can control all his limbs, even fingers, regardless of if these are separated from the body, through the bone manipulation he can cut himself, he can still feel the pain of those dismembered limbs
Regeneration
Is basic from his race, he can heal himself over time, don't matter the wound.
:Signature Ability:
Chaos
Is a combination of the other skills that he use along with a maniacal laughter, using it makes practically every part of his body into a weapon, he cut himselfs using Bone Manipulation and also use it to create more pointy bones and the Body Parts Manipulation more Vigour Mortis are used to distance attacks, but the pain he felt is so much that he can't fully control every part so that not even he knows the target, hence the name Chaos. It take him some time Regenerate after this
_________Personality_________
Despite being next in line to become the Head of The Resurrected, he has no delusions of grandeur nor represents anything like the nobility, is a joke that the undead speak of "pure blood" when they are corpses who can talk, at least he refers himself in that way sometimes. Derian is quite rude with people in general doesn't matter who noble, misfit or pureblood besides being always ready for a fight although he usually lost himself in the madness once these begin. He is the type of person who has no ulterior motives or unknown reasons to do things, no, Derian is rather simple if he want to do something then he do it although that always brings problems, he doesn't care for the misfits nor hate nor love them, but if among them are some interesting individual he wouldn't hesitate to approach. He has a weakness for sweets, especially lemon flavored, he can kill for one of these, literally, because those are his mental support preventing it from going crazy, like the others Type Delta.
Apart from sweets, he don't have a favorite food being able to eat from a dish cooked by a first class chef to a piece of meat found in a trash can.
Apart from sweets, he don't have a favorite food being able to eat from a dish cooked by a first class chef to a piece of meat found in a trash can.
Fears:
-End like one of thos old Zombies who care about status
-Seeing someone important die
-Being despised by his new family
Likes:
-Lemon flavored Sweets
-Fights
-Moonless Night
Dislikes:
-Sun
-Sweets Thieves (They are the worst type of thief)
-Coffee
-End like one of thos old Zombies who care about status
-Seeing someone important die
-Being despised by his new family
Likes:
-Lemon flavored Sweets
-Fights
-Moonless Night
Dislikes:
-Sun
-Sweets Thieves (They are the worst type of thief)
-Coffee
_________History_________
Family:
-Frederick Mors (Stepfather)
-Katherine Mors (Stepmother)
-Alba Mors (Younger Stepsister)
Bio:
At first he couldn't feel anything; he just felt anger, a great anger. His body ached, and he felt that his memories were disappearing, something that only made him even more angry. At that time, he didn't know what was happening, but after some time he discovered that a rookie necromancer had tried to resurrect a corpse in an attempt to show that he had talent. That damn idiot had chosen him, and the worst of all is that it was a failure. Derian became a mass of hatred and madness that wasn't even immortal as should have been.Since the moment, he was alone. The young man saw every being as the enemy, thus attacking without mercy. The irony of the situation was that he had the "talent to be an undead". Without delay, he achieved control of the capacities of his new body, a skill that he used to attack indiscriminately. The leaders of the Resurrected and the Magicians found the necromancer, condemneding him to death for bringing into this world to The Unholy. But, that didn't solve the main problem. What should be done with the rampaging being? In vain, they had tried to eliminate him by sending Resurrected nobles and some Magicians, but they all failed in the end. Frederick Mors spoke, saying that he would take care of the problem. Everyone thought that the threat would finally end, that someone as strong as the leader Mors wouldn't have problems in removing a miserable Delta. They didn't know that he had other plans. After confirming firsthand Derian's power, Mors saw that the boy was indeed strong. However, compared to him, he was still a baby. Therefore, he didn't have any major problems in defeating him. Just as he was going to give Derian the final blow, Mors asked the boy, "Do you want to end up like a mad dog?" Derian calmed a bit; for the first time since he had been resurrected, he felt a paralyzing fear. Ever since he had returned to this world, the only thing that had felt was a insane rage, and now the man who dismembered and turned into a bloody pulp asked if he wanted to die like a dog? Seeing that Derian had actually felt something other than rage, the old Mors took this as a sign to continue with his plan.
"I know that your kind are perfectly capable of thinking." He told the boy as he wiped the blood on his face, "So I'll ask you this only once; Do you want to become my son, or do you want to die?"
That was his plan from the beginning. In a society where the concept of the Pureblood is rather abstract, power itself becomes the most real thing and were few as strong as Derian. The only problem was the mental instability of the Delta. This was the last test; if the boy replied, it meant that he still had hope, since the Delta normally wouldn't worry about their own death. Derian, hearing Mor's proposition, was surprised. "I have a fath-" He was going to answer, but stopped. He couldn't remember the face or names of his biological parents or anything. The only thing he remembered was his own name: Derian. For the first time, he could think clearly. A few tears came out of his eyes when he realized the pathetic existence in which he had become. "You have a name?" Frederick asked, smiling when he saw that his effort hadn't been in vain.
"Derian ..." replied the young boy. "Well, from now on, you will be known as Derian Mors." Declared the man.
Although this caused some troubles, the leader Mors didn't delay to solve them. Derian was very comfortable as a member of the Mors family, although he can't avoid having some erratic periods. With time, he became more mentally stable, at least while a member of his family was present. He also developed his one obsession with lemon-flavored sweets, the first thing that his new mother give him. This, in turn, has become his mental support when he's away from his family.
"I know that your kind are perfectly capable of thinking." He told the boy as he wiped the blood on his face, "So I'll ask you this only once; Do you want to become my son, or do you want to die?"
That was his plan from the beginning. In a society where the concept of the Pureblood is rather abstract, power itself becomes the most real thing and were few as strong as Derian. The only problem was the mental instability of the Delta. This was the last test; if the boy replied, it meant that he still had hope, since the Delta normally wouldn't worry about their own death. Derian, hearing Mor's proposition, was surprised. "I have a fath-" He was going to answer, but stopped. He couldn't remember the face or names of his biological parents or anything. The only thing he remembered was his own name: Derian. For the first time, he could think clearly. A few tears came out of his eyes when he realized the pathetic existence in which he had become. "You have a name?" Frederick asked, smiling when he saw that his effort hadn't been in vain.
"Derian ..." replied the young boy. "Well, from now on, you will be known as Derian Mors." Declared the man.
Although this caused some troubles, the leader Mors didn't delay to solve them. Derian was very comfortable as a member of the Mors family, although he can't avoid having some erratic periods. With time, he became more mentally stable, at least while a member of his family was present. He also developed his one obsession with lemon-flavored sweets, the first thing that his new mother give him. This, in turn, has become his mental support when he's away from his family.