((Roughly what Alois looks like minus the eye patch))
Name: Alois Lyla Scarlott
Age: 28
Gender: "... Male."
Role: Contractor
Personality:
Strength was the only thing that has ever mattered to Alois. He is impulsive, being quick to anger, and unable to back down from a fight no matter how hopeless. However he is often extremely lonely and would do almost anything to make friends. Though this will probably be difficult for him due to his extreme rudeness, lecherousness, and immaturity. His overall goal is still to prove himself to be the absolute strongest. However, he has no qualms attacking stronger opponents who are already injured. He also loathes looking weak, and thus, will refuse all forms of assistance offered to him during an ongoing battle. Often he will even refuse Mamba's help
One of Alois' most notable characteristics is his insatiable want and hunger for fighting. Alois' idea of a fulfilling end to his life would be to die on his own two feet while drowning in his own blood. Because fighting is his way of life, he continually strives to be stronger, and he considers himself indebted to Mamba for allowing him to exceed his natural fighting limits. To appease his craving for a good fight, he will endanger the innocent, or even his comrades.
An already ultra competitive personality coupled with a deeply rooted inferiority complex, makes for a man who begins to show signs of desperation when he realizes he cannot defeat an opponent. If the fight continues longer he will eventually succumb to an unthinking rage. Whenever his opponents refuse to kill him during a battle, he takes it as a direct affront to his pride, because in his mind he should be thought of as their superior. This shows a more honorable side of him as even he wishes to be treated as equally as every other opponent he has treated. Ironically, he treats virtually everyone of his opponents the same way, disrespectfully. He also does not hesitate to use any means - even unfair ones - in order to prove his superiority on the battlefield.
History:
Growing up Alois was absolutely infatuated with samurai, so much so that he often pretended to be a samurai and even tried to act like one. It was a beautiful dream. But compared to the grim reality of him having to run the streets with a gang just to live like a human being, it didn't even matter. Alois remembers the good times before that though. He remembers when it was just him and his father living near the top of the city. His father was the best martial artist in the city and owned a renowned dojo. Being the only son of a great martial artist he started his training at a young age and was expected to be a prodigy.
However Alois was far from being a prodigy, in fact, he learned quite slowly, and would often incite fights with his classmates. His father was desperate for a son that would honor his legacy, so he pushed his son. Often training with him until they were both completely exhausted, yet still getting up to teach his early morning class. It was hard but it was the only way he could keep his son at the same level of the other students his age. Alois' father was constantly exhausted, yet he knew he was the only thing keeping his son off the streets so he continued the crazy schedule.
Alois' father was still constantly exhausted and knew something was wrong. Unable to continue both training his son privately and teach his classes he chose to stop teaching his son privately, though it pained his heart. He was diagnosed with an incurable illness, and died on July 21rst, his son's 12th birthday. With no family around Alois quickly found himself in an orphanage. He absolutely hated the place and decided to leave thinking he would rather die on the streets.
Alois was forced always downwards in search of a place to live. To survive he ate out of garbage cans, stole clothing off the line,and slept anywhere it was warm. Eventually driven by his search he reached the ground level and found a place he could call "home". A few days later he awoke to whispering, he heard "So what should we do with him?" and he heard the response "Kill him." Instantly adrenaline started to pump thorough Alois' veins he prepared to win or die, then sprung at the nearest figure in the dark. Although he was fighting for his life, it wasn't enough, he was overtaken by the men, who he was sure would beat him to death.
He found himself wishing for power, wishing for strength, wishing for anyway to come out of this situation victorious. Suddenly he heard his own voice in his head, only it wasn't his. The voice asked if he wanted power enough for victory,his voice then started talking about consequence, but Alois couldn't even hear, his mind was made up as soon as he heard a chance for victory. After violently killing the men, he passed out. Wanting to avoid the situation Alois looked to join a gang. He soon found one willing to accept him. After that he spent many years stealing, drug running, and other petty crime. On his 18th birthday Alois was asked to kill a rival gang boss. The gang boss was connected to the police, and when he went missing Alois was quickly found, tried, and sentenced to 10 years in prison.
Likes:
Fighting,
Scars ("You can always tell the best fighter, by the number of scars he has.")
Cool clothes
Sports
Sweets, especially cake
Dislikes:
Losing fights
His birthday
Women
Getting his cool clothes dirty
Downtime
Secrets: "I ain't got shit to hide."
Fears:
"Being unable to fight"
"Losing a fight"
"Someone finding out his middle name is Lyla"
Crush: N/A
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: N/A
Do you have a Demon?: Yes
Contract Details: "I didn't hear them the first time, and can't really say i care."
Height: 7' 3/4"
Weight: 205 lbs
Build: Incredibly skinny
Demon Mark: A tribal eight headed, eight tailed snake spiraling outward from a center point, on his tongue
Looks: Standing a head taller than anyone else in a crowd, you turn to get a look at the giant's face. Greeted by a pair of small squinty snake eyes you grow nervous as they analyze your worth. A covering of fair skin frames thin shoulders and long spindly limbs, looking like they would be better befit some kind of giant spider, than a man. Large broad feet and long spindly fingers, looking like spiders themselves, adorn the end of his appendages. Neck topped with a face shaped like that of a mythical tengu is bisected by a thin nose, adding to his already quite serpentine visage. An impossibly large mouth with perfectly flat teeth, are only barely covered by lips stretched to their limit. The only visible hair on his entire body are a pair of thin eyebrows and an oily matted shoulder length sheet of "hair" that drapes over one eye, his entire neck and ends at the outer end of his other eye.