Name: Anselm Ermenegilde
Nickname: Devil's Bane, Itchy, Scarface
Age: 17
Appearance: A ragged young man dressed in a ragged coat with ragged hair once brown turned white from the ravages of a demon toxin running through his body. His eyes are both bloodshot and green. No longer does he show much effort in upkeep in fashion, letting his hair dangle, and his clothes remain caked in his last hunt. By far not the most attractive, looking somewhat older than he truly is, but as one will say, "a form without blemish is a blade untempered". He has a rather lean yet muscular build that shows, at least, he stays in shape (if at least to outshine his peers).
Magical Abilities:
Active:
- Miasmic Spray: Spewing some of the demonic toxins within his body he is able to deliver a painful deterrent for any attacker to get in his face, also can be used to make anything sharp have a more painful bite.
- Shadow Walk: Limited ability to move trough the shadows he, Yamir, or anything connected to him casts.
- Taggin' in da Champ: Granting Yamir control of his body making him a literal shadow of his former self, and in turn granting him his strengths (and weaknesses) such as morphing his body, regeneration, showing advanced energy control, and agility, though having greater demonic weaknesses as well as the at times scatterbrained antics of Yamir himself as well as his near-weightless state that acts as a two-edged sword.
Passive:
- Blood Rush: Capable of sustaining wounds and and turning that pain into an adrenaline fueled rage is a staple in Anselm's combat prowess.
- Enhanced Healing and Durability: He shows some higher level of self-healing and durability, but more severe injuries such as broken bones and bludgeoning can take extra time to heal properly.
- Enhanced Strength and Speed: While not the most impressive at its base, being somewhat above that of a human's, it shines best when in conjunction with Blood Rush.
- Demon Sense: As any hunter he has an acute sense of determining a demonic presence including those inside of others.
Demonic Weapon: Y-Calibur AKA sword made of Yamir's phantasmic energy that screams "attention whore". It is a blade focused less on physical anguish and more upon spiritual combat.
-Weightless: Unhindered significantly by the laws of gravity, the blade swings fluidly like it were part of Anselm's body... oh wait.
-Regeneration: The sword cannot be broken, reforming instead when scattered.
-Morph: Without changing mass, it shifts length for reach or concentrates for density and durability.
-Gunblade: Fires off Yamir's energy bursts.
-Special Move: From the Shadows: Can jab the blade into shadows he casts or objects connected to him cast and the blade will travel through and appear anywhere within the cast shadow.
Equipment:
Cross-shaped stiletto knives integrated into his clothes and a revolver.
Skills:
As an outdoors man he is skilled at hunting and cooking, as well as what is and is not edible. He has a good degree of athletic mobility, climbing, running, with the exception of swimming of which seems one of the few things to evoke fear.
Demonic Soul's Name: Yamir
Details about the Demon:
Yamir is a strange demon by no small amount who thrives on the attention given to him by others. He has the strange quality of appearing as a shadowy mass whenever he manifests, often as a fit humanoid shadow with green eyes, wavy long hair, and a white toothy grin. He is strangely the voice of reason of the duo, pulling back on Anselm's wilder impulses and showing clear dissatisfaction with Aselm's visceral habits, favoring him to act in a way that is more attractive, and less... creepy, not desiring that form of attention as fear is less... fulfilling.
Unlike Anselm, Yamir shows himself as being relatively sane in combat with a flair of showmanship and giving his attacks bizarre names. He has an aversion to attacking females, yet also seems to have little understanding of courtship, finding anything remotely romantic shocking.
History + Personality:
One of the earlier implants, he would live for some time with his parents unaware of the demon that was placed within him, even if he felt for some time that he was different than other children. Yamir was more mischievous than malevolent, influencing Anselm to be a class clown, do acts of vandalism, and other tomfoolery. Young Anselm became seen as a buffoon in the public eye, further isolating him at a young age. Eventually feeling his own parents being ashamed he ran away from home in the night going deep into the woods to be alone in his grief.
As soon as he stopped to take a breath there was a presence before him, a demon other than Yamir, who now screamed within his skull to return home. He did not listen to him, he simply stared up, as a figure stood above him, drops of poison falling from its claws, yet speaking sweetly to entice the child to come closer. His parents arrived in time to try staving the demon away but were struck down before the boy's eyes, left to shake and die from the toxin's effects, and it was soon his turn, on his knees in shock at his parents grizzly demise. And like searing hot pokers from within he was stricken across the face and infected, but Yamir did not let the boy die. The attacker was confused on the boy's resilience to its poison, and before they could grasp the situation Yamir took control and repelled the demon with a desperate blast and fled.
Years later, the boy, now a teen, would grow more violent, no longer just a harmless clown. He no longer wanted to fit in, he didn't care anymore about it, only desired to be stronger, more adept at killing. In fact, he had become obsessed with becoming an object of fear, and satisfying his desire of vengeance. No matter the cost he wanted to be the best, either respected or feared he'd be recognized by all, showering himself in the carnage that was his enemies.