āThat name? The WORST joke you will ever, EVER lay your pathetic seeing orbs upon.ā
Appearance:
Nirvana is a tall, wiry young man, in a nutshell. Heās not exactly sure how tall, because, well, he just never bothered to check, but according to others, itās pretty damn tall. Although thereās a good many demons taller than himself, he does look down at the majority of others heās come across. He has thin hair that cuts off at his neck, sable as the night and the shadows he holds dear. His bangs are small and choppy, and donāt protrude much farther than his hairline, and parts of the side of his hair fall over and conceal his only-very-slightly-pointy ears. His eyes change between a myriad of shades of a few different colors: icy blue (which gets him a few weird looks), black and gray, and red. Naturally, he has no control over (hell, he doesnāt even notice) when they change or what they change to. His nose is slim and almost regal (although he wouldnāt describe it that way himself). Nirvanaās skin is a medium shade of gray, and is covered in a variety of tattoos. He treated himself to them; one for every demon heās slain that he can remember. He has some on his face, around his neck, and covering his chest, back, and arms, with one or two on his hands to boot. The designs vary, of course, very much. These tattoos either cover up or interlace with his several battle scars. His teeth are sharpened to a point, so sharp that sometimes heāll accidentally cut his tongue on them if heās not paying attention. Nirvana tends to wear dark clothing. Turtlenecks, mostly, along with jeans (that may or may not be ripped- depending on his mood) and combat boots. On his head, not quite hidden by his black mop, lie two relatively tiny, dark, pointed horns on either side of his head.
Age:
Just barely twenty years
Gender:
Male
Agency/Species:
SPARK/Demon
Powers:
Nirvana possesses a strong affinity with shadows, and uses this to his advantage in combat
Dissipate
Nirvana has the ability to transform his body (and weapon along with it) into an incorporeal wisp of shadows, and can remain in this state for varying lengths of time depending on a few factors (injuries or other complications). He can choose to converge at will, and can move position beforehand to change where he reappears. The transformation itself takes place within a fraction of a second.
Doppelganger
At will, provided he has enough strength to use this ability at that particular moment, Nirvana can sacrifice his own shadow to serve as an ally in combat. He controls its movements and actions with his own mind, while either watching from somewhere else or while simultaneously fighting another opponent. Simply put, if he loses too much concentration, the doppelganger will return to its place as Nirvanaās shadow. Furthermore, this ability is not restricted to his own shadow. If he so desires, he very well could pit someone else against their own shadow. However, this is a technique he does not exploit very often; it is simply a matter of what he is more comfortable with. He can only maintain control over one shadow at a time, his or anyone elseās.
Shaded Strike
When heās not able to use his weapon (or, you know, just doesnāt feel like it), Nirvana often resorts to hand-to-hand-combat, mainly when going up against an opponent that heās confident he can defeat. In most cases, he covers his hands in a black, shadowy fire and attacks like that, burning and possibly bruising his opponent at the same time. This is one of the more common abilities he uses, as far as demonic powers.
Infernoās Umbra
The strongest offensive in Nirvanaās arsenal, Infernoās Umbra is designed to do one thing and one thing only: strike and burn any living thing in his vicinity. Nirvana uses a flame consisting of pure shadows for this attack (very similar to the flames used in Shaded Strike), launching projectiles of the fires in all sorts of random directions. This attack, however, only affects organic substances. It is useless against anything man-made, making it one of the worst things to use when trapped. The damage the attack causes is, naturally, proportional to the amount of strength Nirvana has at that given point. It is typical for this attack to be able to burn flesh from bone, but when time has not been bided, strength and power not been conserved for this attack specifically, the worst it can do is gradually burn away at any organic substance. That is, if itās not put out first.
Weapon of Choice:
Sickle
āDo you REALIZE how HILARIOUSLY EASY it is to MURDER someone with a FARMING TOOL?ā
Personality:
At first glance, one would see Nirvana as a shifty, gothic, silent individual. And, basically, thatās the truth. However, that is only the truth about his exterior. Inside, he is an intelligent, crafty character. He observes his surroundings, both the people and the background, and automatically sets his mind awhirl thinking of a way to use them all to his advantage, as any demon of his caliber should very well be able to do, and do adeptly. Now, all of his intelligence and and cunning alone could, in all sense, would make him quite the force to be reckoned with. However, one might say that all of this is wasted, because, in a nutshell, Nirvana is teetering on the edge of insanity. It is only natural that he should be. Heās been through the beyond-brutal training regimen of demons, for crying out loud! What with all the things heās seen, itās a wonder heās not all the way gone. Being only āhalf-thereā, so to speak, Nirvana sometimes has a hard time computing things said by other people. Oddly enough, this only happens when people speak slowly to him. When people quickly and sharply deliver orders, heās all over them. Itās just the prolonged sentences he mentally trips over. His speech is affected as well. Because of the flurry of thoughts flying through his head, oftentimes his words will randomly change inflections. Some words will be spoken softly, others harshly accentuated for no apparent reason. Not all of his brilliance is locked in his subconscious, however. He does have the ability to multitask, and he does it very well. He is quick to notice details about people, both personality-wise and external traits. As for getting along with others, as long as he manages to keep himself quiet, which he can do when he sets his mind to it, he tends to not cause a whole lot of trouble. Itās when others speak to him, though, that allows the people around him to catch a peek at what Nirvana is like on the inside. Like any other demon, as he was raised to do, Nirvana finds delight in devouring the souls and bodies of humans, and the occasional elf on the side.
Backstory:
Nirvana was born into a rather large brood of demons; he was the second youngest of seven boys, in fact. His name was given to him as a cruel joke, as, obviously, demons have no desire to and no hope of reaching heaven, or nirvana. For this reason, he often never tells others his name unless prompted by a superior. Nirvana and his brothers were shipped off (or āsacrificedā, as he himself puts it) to SPARK for their intense training and grooming to become the full-fledged human-decimating killing machines they were supposedly destined to be.
The training was beyond what one would consider āsuitableā. Nirvana was taught that demons do not aim for āsuitableā. They aim for āmaking the standard look like childās playā. In brief, Nirvana and the others were taught to kill and taught to die. Desensitized to all sorts of heinous forms of violence, a fundamental part of the daily routine was ākill or be killedā. If you were defeated at any point during a non-sparring match, you were a dead demon. If you died, you were weak. If you killed, you were average. If you killed and impressed the higher-ups, you were a promising young thing, and it would be a āshameā if you were to die. Hate humans, hate elves, hell, hate everyone. Those were just the basics of what the demons could call āmoral principlesā, and Nirvana had never felt like heād belonged anywhere else, even in a place where it was every demon for himself. Friends? Nirvana never had any friends. Only temporary allies, whom he all watched die one by one over the years. No sorrow lost. Nirvanaās fondest memories of the place were the ātreatsā: unlucky humans brought in as torture subjects, left in the hands of the bloodthirsty trainees.
When he was young, Nirvana would often find himself without anyone to talk to, even more so than the other SPARK trainees. So, he took solace in studying his shadow. He found it entertaining and comforting to manipulate, almost as if it were some semblance of a friend. But, obviously, because Nirvana had not experienced friendship and thus had no idea what it was, he would describe his shadow as āthe most loyal of alliesā.
Over years and years of overly-tough learning, Nirvana Karamet was finally considered one of the elite amongst the warriors of demonkind. To become the champion, naturally, he was pit against the others of his status, some that would even be able to kill him with minimal effort. If one asked him how he managed to stay alive, he would respond saying that he does not know. Whether or not this is true is purely Nirvanaās secret.
After his nigh-inexplicable triumph amongst some of the strongest of the demons, Nirvana was named Champion. When approached by his superiors with the threat that Nix posed and how he, somehow he, was desired- no, needed to end this threat, Nirvana was certainly surprised. He would be working with members of the other Agencies: his prey, his predator. He had to mull this over quite a bit, naturally. He had to make a promise to himself that he would try and keep himself under control, for the sake of the mission. But then, he decided that was preposterous; Demons were not honor-bound. The more he thought of meeting these people he was supposedly to work with, Nirvana grew more and more excited.
Then, as if he had any choice at all, Nirvana readily agreed.