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Description

Jidrabou stands at 6'2''. His skin is a dark tan and his body quite muscular. All over his dark skin are scars in the shapes of swirls and archaic texts that leave almost no part of him written upon.
His face often bears a calm expression with tired looking, blue eyes. He has a strong 'roman' nose and somewhat thick lips, to the sides of which are zig-zag scars along his cheeks in a cartoon-like, toothed smile pattern.
His hair is a thick, bushy brown, that reaches just down to his eyebrows.
He often decides to wear no shirt, believing his marks will scare most opponents. On his wrists are two very distinct bracelets. On his right wrist is a thick, bronze bracelet and on his left, a bracelet that appears to be made of finger-bones all connected by a thin, black string.
His legs are covered by quite baggy, brown, trousers with no pockets. They are held up by a rope tied around his waist.
Down at his feet he will usually wear wooden sandals, but if he is in a fight he will remove them. The skin of his feet are also not without scars and they bare a cubic, swirl pattern that leads to his ankles to join the rest of the symbols and carvings.


Powers/Abilities:

The demon inside of the human body allows Jidrabou to be immensely strong. He could easily hold back the claw of a dragon or throw a mountain.

His power is linked to his hunger. The symbiosis between the two souls is kept in control by constantly feeding on the blood of humans. The more blood-hungry Jidrabou gets, the more the inner-peace becomes less stable. If the hunger takes over then the demon inside is half-released.

Half-Release:
This creates the combination of the two bodies. Parts of Jidrabou's body and parts of the human's will be melded together in a cruel mesh. The hunger can be so strong that it creates a stronger personality within the half-release. This new personality has a stronger understand of Jidrabou's powers and gifts, and is able to use them more efficiently.
Should the hunger be defeated in battle, it could - theoretically - fully-release the God-Demon Jidrabou. But this has never been tried, as it could simply destroy the souls within the flesh of Jidrabou and his human.

Elemental Control:
Jidrabou can control the element Wind. And as such can create powerful blasts of wind and control them, direct them, and even use it to shield himself.

If he has enough time to focus, he can create a vortex in the air in order to either pull his opponent into it - destroying their body - or making the fight tougher for his enemy.

Bones and Body:

Jidrabou's body has been changed since it was human. The joints can bend in any direction and the muscles are extremely flexible, meaning he can twist his body to better avoid combat than most with human bodies.

His bones themselves are extremely dense and as a result are extremely durable.

Personality

There are almost two sides to Jidrabou. His normal side, and his fighter's side.
His normal personality is that of a kind person, who will go out of their way to help others in need.
The other personality is of a caged beast that will tear it's enemies apart without a second's hesitation. Once he switches to this side of himself, there is little one can do to calm him down.

Equipment

All Jidrabou carries are his clothes and his bracelets along with his archaic drawings on his skin which are of a demon-language, indecipherable to humans. They are etched into the skin to grant the being powers close to a demon's. They grant a longer life, [Jidrabou has existed for hundreds of years, thus far] enhanced strength, and a basic control of an element, in Jidrabou's case: Wind.

History

He was once a normal man, who spent his days training to be a blacksmith. He often fashioned helmets for knights, strange ones that made them resemble monstrous demons. The knights often paid extra for these helmets, claiming they brought both fortune and strength, as well as shouting fear into the hearts of their enemies.

The blacksmith was a kind man, who often would like nothing better than to give all his works for free, and help others in any way he could.
He would spend his days working or dreaming about the young woman he planned to marry. Her name, Elizabeth, and she was a general's daughter who wanted her to be with only the lucky Blacksmith who made his army both great and fearsome.
Aye, it had appeared that everything was fine in the blacksmith's life, and he was most content with it, indeed. Until... the day he changed.

It was a cold night, raining, and the skies were filled with thunder. The blacksmith was on his way back to his village, after delivering some wares to a caravan on the outskirts of town, when he noticed a strange glint in the darkness of the forest to the east. He was a curious fellow, and so he thought nothing of investigating.
Into the shadows he went, following the shimmering dot off in the distance, but not too far, no, not too far.
He eventually found it. But it was not what he had expected. It was a bronze bracelet, blank and seemingly untouched. He lifted it to examine it further, and just as he did, the ground fell from his feet.
He landed inside an underground chamber, and before him, lit by candle light, was a strange shrine.

The shrine held in it's center a stature of a tall, and imposing demon, bearing four arms and a wicked sneer. It had a bloodthirsty gaze in it's stone eyes, but something about it drew the blacksmith closer to it. He noticed around the statue were several smaller statues of eyes, all pointed at him.
In the chest of the demon statue was a hole. Just big enough for a fist, maybe. The blacksmith looked to his own to think of the situation, and noticed that the bronze bracelet he had found had somehow gotten onto his wrist! There was no seam on it, and his hand was too big to simply slide out, despite his best efforts at pulling it out.
Then, the bracelet appeared to move by it's own volition. As if pulled by an invisible arm it forced itself into the hole in the statue. There was a loud click. Then darkness.

When the blacksmith awoke he found on his other wrist a bracelet made of small bones. His shirt was torn and he was in the forest again, covered in rain and mud. The lightning roared and at that moment pain shot through the blacksmith like a current of electricity. His flesh seared as it split in lines and swirls all around his body. He could hear the fabric of his skin tearing and spewing blood. All he could do is scream in agony while the skin slowly began to stitch itself back together again.
He was weakened by the pain, and noted his new flesh. Ancient looking symbols and patterns etched onto his frame, like a skin mural.
"What is this?" He asked himself, and strangely, got an answer. A deep, roaring voice that shook his core,
"Our new flesh."

From that day the blacksmith has shared a body. A new body. He shares it with a powerful demon that wants only to kill and destroy.

Since then the blacksmith has made a deal with the demon. He will get his fill of blood and mayhem from people. But the people of the blacksmith's choosing. Wrong dooers and sinners who walk disgusting paths. The demon agreed to this deal and they have lived in their bond for hundreds of years. The power of the demon feeding his elongated life-span, the power of the man feeding the blood thirst of the demon.

They both share a body. And they both share a name. They use the demon's name...

They are known as Jidrabou the destroyer.

Jidrabou's Story