Age:N/A
Gender:Male
Description: Berith in his demon form is a behemoth cat, with twisted horns sprouting out from it's forehead. His furs coat is magma orange, and his mane billows out white and gold as if the sun was flaring in to life around his neck. His tail end burns like a newly lit match with a burning passion. His eyes burn with a blue aura of the finest flames to ever be born. His human form is slender and has ashen skin, his hair a deep auburn red. he wears his hair in a fashionable spiky on top with a laziness about it with clips holding the sides by his ears back. His crescent red eye's tend to pierce the hearts of young ladies with prominences of romance and adventure. His human entity is of pleasure and of lies to mislead all those who stray to the darkness with in them self's.
Height:5'11
Weight:135 pounds
Hair Color:Auburn red
Eye Color: Crescent red
Weapons:Death Cleaver, this hellish cleaver is demonic in every nature. It resembles the cleavers used in butchers stores but with more organic tissue that has formed around the backside of the blade. The tissue beats and twitches in his hand with each kill and soaking up blood to restore the blades sharpness to cut through skin and bone with no effort.
Skill(s)/Ability(s):He can tell some one of their past, present and future with all true answers to it and turn them against their fates. Has the ability to manipulate fire around him to his will.
Personality:Berith is calm and collected at all times, he speaks as if he had a tiny echo.Berith is apt to speaking to mortals in which he incessantly blabbers of blasphemies and obscure hidden secrets and is able to bring the holiest of spirits to the deepest and foulest insanity. He enjoys being in crowds and debating. When left alone to his own tidings he stays hidden in alleys waiting for a murderous rage of writing of good and bad as a concept or ideal.
Bio:At the dawn of time,before the shape of things settled a solid space-time continuum, primordial forces clashed for the ultimate domination.All of them representing different aspects of nature,forces of creation and destruction engaged in an endless battle; the outcome is the universe we as we know it.
Eventually during this Aeons-long struggle, they manifested in to our dimensional plane in a concrete form.Many different demons spawned this way,among them Berith "Supreme Incarnation of Slaughter and Blasphemy". Berith is a Great Duke of hell, powerful and terrible, and has twenty-six legions of demons under his command. He tells of things of the past, present and future with true answers; he can also turn all metals into gold,give dignities to men and confirm them.He speaks with a clear and subtle voice, and is a lair when not answering questions.
Berith was last seen possessing a nun in Aix-en-Provence. In the process of the exorcism, Berith volunteered not only his own name and the names of all the other demons possessing her, but the names of the saints who would be most effective in opposing them.To speak with him the conjurer must wear a silver ring and put it before his face. Berith has always been seen as a soldier wearing red clothes, a golden crown, and riding a red horse.Berith was the chief secretary of Hell, head of its public archives, and the demon who tempted men to blasphemy and murder.
Berith was the chief secretary of Hell, head of its public archives, and the demon who tempted men to blasphemy and murder. When seated among the princes of Hell, he was usually seen as a pontiff.
Other:N/a
Sample Post: ( here is a form of my writing, and my abilitiy to write depends on how interested I am in whats going on)
Japan, year 1645; Edo Period.
Honor? There is no honor now, or at least to the majority of those living in the lowest parts of Japan. What with a majority of ex-samurai putting their swords up, there is little honor to be had. A Shogun? We know of no Shogun, at least we deny the rule of one man and his so called “Government”. The only one we fear, or at least some of us fear, is Akuma Norochi; our Daimyo. He wasn’t always one to be feared, he was more of a snake in a sense, working behind the scenes. He gained this position only through pure deceit, taking the honor of the samurai we most respected.
Koutetsu-sama brought us education, the skill to defend ourselves, and a peaceful hand of judgment that kept our streets clean. Now, you can find him, the local beggar. To be stomped so low to the ground to only find you have nothing to show for it. To watch the streets you grew up, striving to clean, only to fall apart once again. Well, that is a story for another time, this story is about the inner city of…well, the name would not show up on a map you know of. Just know that we are in a village under the governmental idea known as the Bakuhan, where our region is controlled by the Daimyo, Akuma Norochi.
He and his group of thugs are the poison of this place, and have been for the past decade too. Now, our villages and cities are no more than debris after a storm. So again I say, we have no Shogun and never have. Akuma Norochi, a name given to himself, is one that many fear. He has done every bit of the opposite of providing good for this region. From distributing opium, opening sleeper houses, public punishment, and the root of gang violence. Like humans do, we fight amongst each other for survival, rather than fight the cause. The only thing that makes such a fight impossible is the fact that no one knows just where Akuma is at the moment.
So, we fight to survive. Some of us are peasants, merchants, local musicians, family men and women; then there are the gangs. They are like flies to droppings, and because of it we will never prosper. So what are you? Are you here to destroy us, protect us, or stand idly as we suffer?
Honor? There is no honor now, or at least to the majority of those living in the lowest parts of Japan. What with a majority of ex-samurai putting their swords up, there is little honor to be had. A Shogun? We know of no Shogun, at least we deny the rule of one man and his so called “Government”. The only one we fear, or at least some of us fear, is Akuma Norochi; our Daimyo. He wasn’t always one to be feared, he was more of a snake in a sense, working behind the scenes. He gained this position only through pure deceit, taking the honor of the samurai we most respected.
Koutetsu-sama brought us education, the skill to defend ourselves, and a peaceful hand of judgment that kept our streets clean. Now, you can find him, the local beggar. To be stomped so low to the ground to only find you have nothing to show for it. To watch the streets you grew up, striving to clean, only to fall apart once again. Well, that is a story for another time, this story is about the inner city of…well, the name would not show up on a map you know of. Just know that we are in a village under the governmental idea known as the Bakuhan, where our region is controlled by the Daimyo, Akuma Norochi.
He and his group of thugs are the poison of this place, and have been for the past decade too. Now, our villages and cities are no more than debris after a storm. So again I say, we have no Shogun and never have. Akuma Norochi, a name given to himself, is one that many fear. He has done every bit of the opposite of providing good for this region. From distributing opium, opening sleeper houses, public punishment, and the root of gang violence. Like humans do, we fight amongst each other for survival, rather than fight the cause. The only thing that makes such a fight impossible is the fact that no one knows just where Akuma is at the moment.
So, we fight to survive. Some of us are peasants, merchants, local musicians, family men and women; then there are the gangs. They are like flies to droppings, and because of it we will never prosper. So what are you? Are you here to destroy us, protect us, or stand idly as we suffer?