Alciel
[ Nicknames/Aliases ]
Abbadon
Alaric Neil, currently used Alias. Unlike others, he refused to get rid of his name, and so took one that was close to it even if this requires him to be a 'foreigner' as, in truth, he is a foreigner anyways, so it isn't that hard to pretend.
Al, a name he despises.
Dread Lord, the title of those who leads the Dread Guard, the militaristic organization of the Reapers.
[ Age ]
Appears 24, but he is truly over nine hundred years old.
[ Gender ]
Male
[ Race ]
Demon, specifically, of the Reaper class. A class created by Satan to be enforcers and keepers of a semblance of order among demonkind.
[ Role/Occupation ]
Demon Lord and General, the Right Hand of Satan, Enforcer of his Will. Currently he is a Grief Counselor.
[ Face Claim(s) ]
Ichinose Tokiya - Uta no Prince-sama
The Outside
Black
[ Eye Color ]
Azure
[ Skin Tone ]
Pale
[ Height ]
6'2 (188 cm)
[ Weight ]
183 lbs. (83 kg)
[ General Description of Human Form and Demon Form ]
~Human Appearance~
Alaric is a handsome man, refined and regal, his chin held high and his back straight as he walks with confidence despite being in a completely different world. His skin is fair and unblemished as it never had the chance to be anything but. His sharp azure eyes seem to pierce though whatever they look at, and while they are beautiful, they are a cold beauty that often sends shivers down the spines of those that attract his attention, in fact, because of this he is almost ethereal, something beyond human. It is very rare for them to be warm, but when those rare moments happen, his eyes soften, and the small smile that slips across his lips transforms his cold, distant face into something else entirely, something approaching human.
Much like his demon form, Alaric is rather thin lacking almost any curves, but given that he is a man, that is a good thing. In fact, the only part of his body that is wide is his shoulders. He does have muscle beneath his skin, wiry muscle, but it his demonic physiology that grands him most of his natural strength which belies his lithe form.
The only thing that is flawed about Alaric is his unruly black hair. It is not by choice that his hair is so unkempt, no matter what he does to it, it refuses to obey him laying where it will. He often muses that it is the physical manifestation that represents the tiny part of his demonic self that is attuned to chaos and disobedience.
~Demonic Appearance~
Alaric's true form is the same as the Grim Reaper from human lore, in fact, it was his kind that inspired that figure of mortality among human kind. Standing over eight feet tall, Alaric is a decayed skeleton wrapped in a tattered robe. He would be ten feet if he was not constantly hunched over in this form. Unlike the idea of the 'scythe' Alaric does not use any weapon as his hands are more then adept. Despite his robe touching and rubbing against the earth, Alaric himself does not stand on the ground. Instead he floats a foot above it. While he looks frail, he is anything but as in this form he has incredible speed and power befitting his rank and class. Among demonkind, none are as terrifying and few are as hideous to look at then the Reapers with only the Pestilence Demons edging them out in terms of revolting appearance.
And so it must be some kind of divine jest, that Alaric's human form would be so handsome while his demonic form is so hideous.
Inner Soul
✔ Snow|| It is beautiful and pure. I also enjoy the cold.
✔ Junk Food|| How can something so bad for the body taste so wondrous?
✔ Fast Food|| When we retake our home, I am going to see to it that we build these.
✔ Music|| I am not overly fond of 'modern human music' especially this J-pop that seems so popular here, but I do love playing their pianos.
✔ Television|| Humans have amazing imaginations.
✔ His Job|| Who would have thought I would be good at helping people overcome their sorrow?
✔ Cats|| I find them rather, what was the word humans love to describe everything, cute, I believe it was.
✔ Winning|| I like to win, but who doesn't?
✔ The Stars|| They look the same as those from home, and they comfort me when I feel alone.
[ Dislikes ]
x Chaos|| I despise it. Given that my kind was created to maintain order, I suppose it is merely my nature.
x Anarchy|| Only a fool seeks something that is both unattainable and worthless.
x Vegetables|| I know they are 'good' for you, but I... I prefer to not eat them if possible.
x Sloths|| If you have something that needs to be done. Do it.
x Heroes|| They stole my home. Killed my people. I believe my hate is justified.
x Idols/Celebrities|| The fact that humans hold them up on such platforms revolts me.
x Teenagers|| Vermin lacking both self-respect and dignity.
x The heat|| I never realized how much I disliked it until I came to this world.
x Modern Tech|| How am I supposed to work a computer? It has buttons for its other buttons.
[ Weaknesses ]
☠ Terror|| His power is his own weakness as, in his true form, it effects everything around him. Even those he does not wish it to.
☠ Pride|| Alaric is very proud of his race, abilities and name. He is easily provoked into a confrontation be it words or with physical violence. He is also one to underestimate others, especially, normal humans.
☠ Distant and Cruel|| Alaric has always been distant, as if at arms length with everyone at all times. Coupled with his sardonic nature which often makes him seem abrasive and out right cruel to others, Alaric is not someone who can easily, or ever, make friends or allies. He is also not comfortable when people get too close to him, physically or mentally.
[ Abilities/Skills ]
✶ Entropy|| His primary power is to cause life and matter to wither into dust. In his human form, he needs to touch what he desires to destroy while in his demonic form, it happens around him, although what he touches in that form will decay at a remarkable rate. This power requires a massive amount of power which is incredibly hard to get in the human world.
✶ Inspire Dread|| All reapers have the ability to inspire terror in others, in his human form, he needs to consciously pick who he wishes to terrify, and it does drain his magic, but in his demonic form, it is done automatically to any near him or that can see him. Those with great willpower can overcome the terror. This power has caused hearts to stop from sheer terror.
✶ Lock Picking|| A skill he picked up from his past that he retains to this day.
✶ Observer|| A man born with a keen eye and sharp mind, Alaric is constantly on the watch for the slightest changes and details in others and his environment. This lets him pick up on things others would miss.
✶ Leader|| A general who once lead thousands of demons into war as well as being Satan's right hand, Alaric is a very capable and confident leader.
[ Personality ]
[Sardonic||Responsible||Confident||Distant||Sympathetic]
Alaric is a very sardonic person. He cannot help but make light, almost mockingly so, of others and their decisions in life. It matters very little to him their station or race as if they do something worthy of mockery then that was their fault to expect others to turn a blind eye to it is incredibly foolish and vain. This is second nature to him, and he has little control over his tongue. There are times, rare as they are, that he will regret what he says and will understand that he crossed a line, but he will not apologize for it as his pride would not allow him to do so.
Perhaps he feels guilty because of his responsible nature. He has been the right hand of Satan for over three hundred years, the leader of his race; the Reapers, and a general who once lead thousands of demons in war. Duty is something that strikes a cord in Alaric, and he does whatever is necessary to preform his task at hand. He is incredibly dependable, and despite his mocking nature, he will pull through for people no matter the situation. But because of this nature, he cannot stand people who do not stick by their oaths and promises, and he cannot stand lazy people who are willing to slink at their duty in order to make their own lives a little easier.
Confident to the point of arrogance, Alaric has the utmost confidence in his abilities as a demon, general, and leader. This does make him blind to his own faults and flaws and over-cynical of others. Few things have the ability to shake his confidence, but once it has been done, it tends to throw him for a loop. When he makes mistakes, it tends to crush his spirit as he is incredibly hard on himself and over-critical of himself of any mistakes he makes.
Despite being just as hard on himself during his failures as he is anyone else, it is often hard to see this as he is a very distant person. He keeps his thoughts and feelings to himself and does not allow others to get close to him. While all Reapers are fairly distant to other races, they have to be given their old job and the distrust, and even hatred, they received from other demons, Alaric takes this a step beyond. Even to those that confess to be 'close' to him cannot read his thoughts, not even his creator, Satan. This makes it incredibly hard, nigh-impossible, for anyone to get close to Alaric. He may see someone as his comrades or even his leader, he has not seen anyone as his 'friend' in centuries.
Despite his sardonic and distant nature, Alaric is a 'softie' much to his annoyance. He does not enjoy hurting others, at least physically, and he is a very sympathetic soul which allows him to excel in his current occupation as a grief counselor. This softer side is hidden, the only time he allows it to show is during his job as showing sympathy is part of it, but he also feels responsibility for all of his clients that he takes under his care. There have been times, numerous times, when he forgets that they are a different species, that he has a home he needs to fight for... when he starts to think that the human world is a... nice place.
Memoirs
[ History ]
Born nine hundred years ago, Alaric is not an ancient demon, in fact, he isn't that old at all. Born amongst the Reapers, Alaric was born into a life of duty and responsibility. There was only one future that awaited him, to serve as part of the Dread Guard, the elite enforcers of Satan a mixture of bodyguards, oppressors, and police. The Reapers, themselves, considered it to be a great honor to be entrusted by their creator to see his will done, but it was not so for other demons. Demons are chaotic by nature, they hate and despise order when it is opposed on them as they are beings of free spirit, but Satan required some measure of Order, and so the Reapers delivered. They became hated and feared by the rest of their race.
Demons would never hate their creator, their god, but his enforcers? Yes. Reapers were the symbol of oppression, of brutal control. It did not matter that they were created for this; it only mattered they that preformed this task as that was more then enough reason to despise them. Amusingly enough, because they were so hated and feared by other demons that the Reapers could never search for any other occupation, it caused the Reapers to be blinded by zeal and made them distant from their fellow demons which in turn made them harsher which in turn made the other demons hate and fear them all the more. A vicious cycle, but it worked. Satan needed the demons to obey him, the Reapers forced obedience and Satan was not the one blamed... a functioning system.
It was the world Alaric was born into, one of hatred and fear. Of duty and power. He was destined to become a member of the Dread Guard as every other Reaper was. His youth was consumed with martial training, 'crowd control', harnessing his natural appearance into a weapon, and the rhetoric of honor and duty being beaten into him before he could even walk. He had no friends outside his species despite trying, the other children at the castle would scream and flee from him, and other Reapers did not get friendly with each other. Even such notions as love was nothing more then doing their duty to continue their species. The world of the reaper is cold and harsh. No exceptions, no mercy.
Many other demons would have rebelled, would have fought against the confines of expectations, but not Alaric. Not a reaper. This was everything to them, they were 'designed' for this singular purpose, and it was easier to bend their heads and follow orders then it was to face the world that despised them for what they were. This created a sense of belonging, and while they were not warm to each other, there was an unspoken bond that connected every reaper because they all understood, on a fundamental level, that they were all each other had.
As Alaric grew into 'adolescence' he was inducted into the Dread Guard and sent out on missions. Sometimes it was simple, they would stand in a small village and remind the populace of the law. Other times they had to put down insurgents and rebels which were... interesting, they never had a desire to overthrow Satan, but they wanted freedom from the constricting law and order, but the Dread Guard would not allow such, and they never failed at their task no matter how brutal their methods. In fact, when Alaric was young, they burned down a village and killed the demons living inside of it, nailing them to their houses as a symbol and message to all who would disobey the rules. Alaric can still remember their screams, and if he had the ability, he would have wept for them. He can still remember how his gnarled bone hand shook as the demonic blood rushed over his hand as he nailed a small child to the wall.
Satan may or may not have approved of everything they did, but one thing was clear, it was necessary, and it was those missions that turned Alaric into what he is now. He is distant because he understands that a day may come where he must kill the ones he cares for, so it is better to not care for them. He knows he must do what must be done no matter his feelings on the matter. Alaric, unlike all other demon generals, is a true soldier. During his six hundred years of service that he attracted the attention of Satan who appointed him to be the Dread Lord, the leader of the Dread Guard where he served faithfully and loyally for hundreds of years taking personal responsibility for every action the Dread Guard made in the name of Satan... and it was Alaric who lead them during the war.
Alaric and his Dread Guard were not like the other Generals, they were brutal. Yes, while Noire may have been the most destructive on the battlefield, Alciel was brutal even to his own troops for the Reapers, long hated and feared, could never lead by example. They had to lead through fear which is why Alaric would attach Reapers to the units in order to force them forward. It was a simple and effective method, the demon warriors would be more afraid of what lay behind them then what lay ahead, and Alaric gave his Dread Guard permission to strike down any who tried to flee as an example to the others.
The Dread Lord, became one of the most feared generals of the demonic army because he was fear itself. Leading a unit of nothing but Reapers, Alaric would charge into the thickest of the fighting, the combined Fear Auras often causing the enemies to fall to their knees in shock, their hearts failing, and it was only the very bravest of heroes that could stand before them. But alone and surrounded, they were easy to deal with. In the War, Alaric never tasted defeat... but he did have the highest casualty rate as he would do whatever it took to hold the line where the other two would be sensible enough to retreat for a more favorable position. It was said to be sent to serve under the Dread Lord was to sign their own death warrants, and Alaric can remember the look of hatred and terror that came from his own men. Once, a regiment turned and attacked their Dread Guard Commander, Alaric had the unit skinned. It was... harsh, but in that time when they were on the edge of certain defeat, Alaric would let nothing stand in his way, he would do whatever was necessary, even if it would have him executed by Satan afterwards for his actions in the war so long as it saved his people. His duty was all he had.
When news reached him that Satan's keep was under siege, Alaric lead his personal Dread Guard unit at a breakneck pace as they were his bodyguards, they should have been with him... they did not arrive in time. Alaric came to the castle as it was burning, as the screams filled the air, as Lucifer failed to hold the walls. Leading his units in charge that would only result in their eradication, Alaric fought his way to the throne room to see the hero that defeated Lucifer fled into the portal followed by his fellow Demon Lords, guessing that Satan had to have fled through it, Alaric charged through it, leaving the rest of his Dread Guard behind despite knowing they were going to die.
Then... he arrived in the human world in a human body. One that was... different. He got looks from humans, but they were of interest and curiosity not hatred and fear. For the first time in his life, Alaric was at a lost, and so he did the only thing he could do, he started looking for Satan. By an odd chain of events, he found himself as a Grief Counselor for humans as a means of funding his search and housing himself, but while he doesn't admit it or allow himself to think about it, he is... happier in the human world then he ever was in the demonic one.
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