Nickname
Crux
Don't call me that.
Race
Fallen Angel
I prefer the term demon, not that filthy slang "fallen angel"
Sex
Male
Appearance
Crux has an alluring handsomeness that attracts his next victim to slip up and taste their "delicious" blood. His fascination over blood leads to him often being covered in his victim's blood; he does a lot of laundry and would even consider himself to be an expert at the ludicrous task. He stands at a towering height of 6'1 giving him the advantage of being noticeable in a crowd; his body is compact with finely trained muscles that Crux never gives up the chance to flaunt, much to the women's joy. They aren't just for show and are quite handy when beating up a group of annoying people or subduing his victim long enough to get them back to his torture chamber.
His unruly blonde hair often cover over half of his face and also rest lazily on his wide-set shoulders. The choppy bangs normally cover both of his blue-green eyes, but in rare moments people actually see his eyes. When looking into the demon's eyes people will see sadism mixed in with playful mischief that often leave those innocent people baffled and in slight fear. The eye color changes slowly over the year always starting from the brightest of blues to the darkest of greens by the end of the year; their narrow shape allows him to easily strike fear into those around him.
Over the years Crux has given up wearing shirts because of how difficult it was to wash out blood, it also helped him seduce unsuspecting individuals into following him to their death. With this lack of a shirt, you can clearly see his almost tribal like tattoos that are etched into the skin of his shoulders, neck, and part of his chest. They were caused when he fell from the sky, marking him as a demon for all to know. He also has different arrays of blue tattoos around his wrists where the armor that cover his hands come from. Normally, he just wears a bloody red hooded jacket that easily blends with the splatters of blood and a pair of black skinny jeans or leather pants. Some sort of belt is always looped through in order for them to fit snugly against his hips.
Wouldn't you follow me into a dark alley?
Personality
Around those Crux doesn't feel like killing he acts like he's just crawled out from a rock for the first time in his life and does not like what he is seeing. In truth, he absolutely hates being around people unless he gets to slice them up and draw that beautiful blood. He gives off an aura of anti-socialism and disinterest, completely opposite to how he acts when hunting down his prey. His bangs are always covering his eyes when he isn't hunting, his jacket is always zipped up, and the hood is brought over his lush head of hair. It may make him seem "shy" or it may make him seem "arrogant" either way, he doesn't give a shit. Crux never lets emotions take over him and when they do its only around those who are about to die by his hand. This coldness lets him feel relaxed and calm for the most part since people normally stay away from him.
This doesn't mean he has no sense of humor, actually he laughs more often than the average person, normally only or around his victims but his laugh occurs often. When he is in his home the first thing he does is burst into laughter over everything that was humorous to him, it was an odd habit that would probably send him to an insane asylum but no one cares.
When hunting his prey, Crux dons a friendly and flirty mask that invites many people in. It seems as though he is on the top of the social food chain whenever he is stalking his prey. His expressions are bright and words wrap around people emotions making them want to help him in some way. His smile is easy to come and difficult to leave. He acts as though he truly cares about the prey, even as he is cutting up their pretty skin showing the even prettier blood. Their screams made him look up in mock worry, eye-brows creased and eyes filled with that disgusting emotion known as pity. Some would say he has a personality deficit, but really he's just a great actor.
His true personality, however, is buried deep down and seems will never be revealed.
You're my next victim.
Powers
As a fallen angel he can float a few feet off the ground, but can't fly anymore seeing as to how his wings wear ripped apart. Crux can easily flip through the air by making himself temporarily weightless, but he can only stay weightless for a few minutes. Manipulating the laws of physics were always a specialty of his when he was an angel, while these skills lessened when he became a demon he is still able to do a lot of what he did as an angel. He is naturally more agile and stronger than most creatures, his senses are also sharpened being able to hear the heart beat of a humans without being near them.
If you keep telling the world what I can do, they'll figure out how to kill me, idiot.
Weapons
Crux has a pair of metal gloves that have long sharpened ends that protrude from where his knuckles are, they easily slice through skin, bone, and other materials. He also knives hidden throughout his body in case he can't use the gloves.
You aren't allowed to touch them.
History
It all started when he was allowed to go down into Terra and study the people, they quickly corrupted his once pure soul. The first thing Crux had seen was a small girl being brutally beaten to death by a group of men. He had quickly puked into a garbage bin and let his body move on its own, killing all of those horrible people. That started the process of him becoming a wonderful demon.
He tried to convince himself that not all of the people would be as cruel and inhumane as those, that small girl probably was no where near like them. He spent a few more days there. Experiencing the lust that seemed to fill women's eyes when they rake over his well-toned body, he didn't know any better and only wore a pair of jeans a kind man had given him, that act of kindness brightened his opinion of humans but not by much. The women scared him with their eyes that seemed to want to devour him. Crux had come across a mugger and had first-hand experience what is was like being robbed, although he had nothing on his person which pissed off the mugger. The mugger had started trying to beat the shit out of him, but in self-defense the angel accidentally killed the mugger.
When he went back, Crux was damaged, he started shunning the other angels. Feeling an increasing need to kill again, to feel the control over someone's life. It made him feel complete and he wanted more of it.
He went to Terra more and more often to find more victims, Crux started off only killing those who had murdered, raped, stole, and/or beaten others, but as time went on and the more he became a demon he started killing innocents. Using different techniques until he found his favorite, he dabbled with a bit of torture before his wings were finally ripped off and had to stay in Terra permanently. Him having to stay there made him more cautious and he found a small house, after killing that lovely family he moved in. Life was normal. But after a while, he was growing bored of his normal routine and got a job as a bartender to spice life up and find victims more easily.
Crux still hasn't been sent to jail. Which he find amusing seeing as to how suspicious he acted.
I have a wonderful life.
Anything Else
He thoroughly enjoys talking to plants.
Stop lying.
Original Roleplay
League of Villainous Rejects