Type: Air
Gender: Male
Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Known only as Belial, his true name is unknown.
Age: 27
Appearance:
It wasnât until he was 3 years old that his raven-black locks turned white and the nature of his powers surfaced. Skin like marble and still smooth as the day he was the born, not a single blemish mars what he would regard as utter perfection (the fact of the matter is, heâs never lost a fight). Standing at a gracious height of 5â11â, he isnât always the tallest in a fight but neither is he the shortest either. Body chiseled like stone, he is very light on his feet and has the reflexes of a cheetah. Opting not to wear armor because he figures it would only slow him down, an eye patch secures the void that remains of his left eye (one of two things the government took from him). Over the years his right eye has begun to lose its color, the once baby-blue hue slowly being glazed over with grey.
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 164 lbs.
Eye Color: Bluish-grey
Notable Features:
Once a young and beautiful face, the eye patch over his left eye tells a story in its own; and with his right, a gaze hardened by years of horrors unimaginable.
Personality:
Belial is a very hard person to understand and his motivations at time can go amiss. Fueled with an unmatched thirst for vengeance, he is a man willing to do anything if it means seeing an end to his goals; even if that means sacrificing those closest to him. Driven by a hatred for all mankind, he wishes to see the government crumble beneath the power they created. Believing the mages to be the next step in evolution, he only wishes to claim his birthright. Overall he has a soft spot for those of his own kind, but holds no regrets in slaying those still loyal to humanity.
Likes:
Although he is known not to hesitate in killing his own if it furthers his own goals, there is a special place in his heart reserved for that of the mages. He sees himself as the liberator of their kind. He loves the silence and calm before the storm; the feel of rain on his cheek and the sound of thunder overhead.
Dislikes:
He carries a disdain for all of humanity, regardless of age or sex. If it were up to him, he would see every women and child drowned for the mistakes of the human race. Furthermore he is disgusted by the persecution of the mages and those who would dare turn their backs on their own.
Hobbies:
Belial is the bane of humanity; he is a conqueror and only at his best when slaying the scourge that is mankind.
Fears/Phobia(s):
He fears to see the mages die by the hands of the very humans who created them and he is afraid that his life will be in vain if he were to fail. Otherwise, he is no stranger to battle nor bloodshed; however, he carries the great burden of regret over having once worked for the government. Not all of the blood on his hands is clean, and he fears not finding redemption for his sins. He also suffers from Arsonphobia (fear of fire) due to his traumatic experience as a child. It is also possible that he suffers from some mild form of hysteria.
Powers:
With the power of storm manipulation, Belial has a long list of capabilities. Because he is able to manipulate the clouds, he can use this ability to muster massive storms at will (strong enough to conjure category 5 hurricanes if he so chose). Unfortunately his abilities have their limits, and such an awesome feat of power would leave him extremely weak or possibly worse, kill him. He can also summon fog which is useful to cloak his movements. More powerful abilities allow him to cast directed lightning strikes; but this takes a very focused amount of concentration on his part. The last of his powers allow him to warp the clouds and the surrounding air to form tornadoes; he can also envelop himself into one which can be a very potent defensive technique.
Weapon:
Although he relies heavily on his abilities, with him at all times is a sword from his tender working for the government. Unlike your average sword, it was specifically tailored in light of his abilities. The hilt crafted with a nonconducting material, the double-edged blade itself is actually two swords bolted together using nylon. The space between the two blades allows for an electric current to travel between the swords, causing temporary paralysis on contact. This ability can not be triggered indoors. Overall, the blade is meant to be gripped with two hands and is strong enough to cleave a manâs head from his shoulders.
Personal History:
Belialâs past is not something he brings up often. Born sometime in the year 2031 to an infected parent, it wasnât until he was only three years old that his abilities became apparent. His mother shielding the world from his abilities, he spent the next nine years in hiding until the government came knocking. Only twelve years old, the military dogs raped and murdered his mother as he watched. Tortured, they used hot iron to burn out his right eye socket, and burned his family home to the ground. In his rage he slaughtered them all like animals. A great storm came that day, and the clouds went black as the sun went dim, and the city knew what it was like to be afraid.
They had never seen such a powerful mage with such an extent of power as Belial; so they offered him a choice. Death⊠or life in exchange for his service. Accepting, he became one of the most feared mages yet alive and by the time he was only sixteen he had already slaughtered some 100 of his own. Still haunted by the death of his mother, he saw the terror in the eyes of those who fell by his blade.
Falling in love and for once believing that living his life would be possible, what happened next is as much up to debate as any. When he was only 20, he had yet again knew the taste of losing that closest to him. Abandoning the government, he began butchering high-ranking military officials, and even killing other mages who were employed by the military. For seven years he has been the plague, and they only wish they had killed him when they had the chance. Now, the highest paying bounty available, do you dare test your luck?
Theme Song: Paranoid Android by Radiohead
Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest
From all the unborn chicken voices in my head
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)
When I am king, you will be first against the wall
With your opinion which is of no consequence at all
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but no android)
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but no android)
Ambition makes you look pretty ugly
Kicking and squealing gucci little piggy
You don't remember
You don't remember
Why don't you remember my name?
Off with his head, man
Off with his head, man
Why don't you remember my name?
I guess he does....
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height... height...
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height... height...
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
TThat's it, sir
You're leaving
The crackle of pigskin
The dust and the screaming
The yuppies networking
The panic, the vomit
The panic, the vomit
God loves his children, God loves his children, yeah!