Description
Name: Brock Angel Dounough
Race: Gargoyle/Demon
Age: 150,000+ years old
Normal: stands at an impressive eight feet tall. His skin is pale, his hair long and black, held back in a ponytail that reaches almost to his hips. On his chest above his heart is what seems to be a tattoo of a White Knight Chest piece he still retains all of the power, strength, instincts and skill that make him such a terrifying Demon. However, he is ruled by his heart, and that Heart causes him to be more intelligent and pure of soul. When needed, he can sprout wings of the blackest feathers in order to fly.
Demon: In his Demon form, is a creature of malice, evil, and chaos. This form stands at just under ten feet tall, is covered with spines and blades that make up the armor he wears. Though the blades, spines and armor look dirty, uncared for and weak, they are just about invulnerable. His hair remains long, but is now a dirty white color, and his face grows a snout filled with rows of razor-sharp fangs that are capable of biting clean through solid steel. He loses all sense of who he is when in this form, he is a fast, strong, dangerous, evil, and, above all insanely ravenous animal that would be very tough, if not impossible, to beat.
White Knight: When fighting for a loved one He takes the form of an Eight foot tall White Knight. When in this form his Name is Angel and he has the pure white wings of an angel. He wields a White bladed sword with an aura of peace. The blade if hits will instantly Banish any evil In ones heart. He fight with love and compassion. He is the reflection of his creator and this form is in remembrance of him. He rides a pone a Huge white charger.
Personality
Items and Abilities: He is a fierce protector of those he loves. He is capable of healing himself almost instantaneously, reading minds, He knows some magics, but prefers not to use them, as they remind him of the Triplets power. His weapons of choice are his hands and feet, and his impressive brute strength.
Equipment
He wears black leather pants, a white silk shirt and a long black overcoat. he does carry a large broadsword, named Corruption. This he uses when the battle becomes too great for him to handle unarmed.........which is very rare.
History
Living a long life has filled him with the wisdom of the ages. He came into service of a Kind king and his family. His gargoyle heart still holding true to the roll of protector. He however failed in protecting them as he had came back to find the kingdom in ruins. The Son had killed them. But he found out the Princess had also survived. Her brother now hunting her down like a dog. For the last 25 years he has been searching for her.
And so his story begins......(created by Angel may he rest in peace and his memory play on.)
So begins...
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The collar pulsed sending a wave a extreme pain though her body.
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He told her.
A gust of strong wind blow across the beach. "Stop It." Zelle demanded. Her dragons landing behind her she was weak her eyes sold black. "Dragon Purification Prism" She yelled. the dragon rose from ground forming a prism around the four of them. the area glowing white. "Hold still Kinea I won't hurt you." She said her Pure white soul rising from her body she had stopped breathing. An arrow forming in her hand. "Bind breaking Soul arrow" She called releasing the arrow which flew ripping a whole in her soul. Taking a shard of her soul to the collar which would shatter into millions of pieces. Zelle screamed in pain.
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He said. the pain stopping instantly. He laughed but we can't let her fire another arrow now can we?> A glimmer of light shoot from the trees. A silver dart struck Zelle little neck where the neck meets the collarbone.
Zelle gasped and cluched her neck. the dragons vanished. her soul entered her body and her wind stopped before she fell back on the sand her breath still and eyes closed.
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He said walking from the shadows looking like his normal self. He opened his arms for her. "Do you want me to love you?" he asked her softly.
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He wrapped his arms around her gently. he knelt down a little to lift her up into his arms. "I am sorry. I was mean to you Kinea. You did very well the goal was reached." He kissed her lightly. "I am sorry I had to hurt you would you forgive a very old demon?" He asked her.
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He smiled. "Your not mad at me?" she asked her was her carried her over to stand over Zelle's body. "So much trouble over suck a little thing." He looked at Kinea. "What should we do with her. Tell me what you think." He told her.
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He chuckled. "That would be no fun for Bow tho." He told her. "How did I help you find your past?"
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"I see...Your not a slave tho. The collar is only a marker. Think of it as a ring of protection. I can talk to you through it and Set can protect you through it. I have a feeling you may have been meant to be a servant of Set. Perhaps even my mate." He winked at her. "What of your Children love?"
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He smiled at her. "Set wants the little brats power, He can touch her while she still has a pure soul." he said. "Perhaps we should place her in the caves of corruption. Send Bow a personal invitation to try and save the little brats soul from the blackness that is Set?" He asked her.
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"i have a few" he said. He held her in one arm as he lifted the other over Zelle's body and started chanting quietly a black orb forming in his hand and doped it onto Zelle causing her to sink into shadows finally she was gone. "First we had better get out of here Bow may come looking for us and I would prefer not to have to fight him. Yet." he said.
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He chuckled "You can be anything thing you want to me. If it makes you happy I am happy." He told her placing his other arm around her. His forehead on hers. "You can fight if you want to but I defiantly don't want you fighting Bow." He told her. He started to carry her away from the beach heading for the cold plains
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Carried her to a cave that was actually a house complete with a bed and furniture. "Home away from home." He told her.
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"With you it will be." he told her and set her on her feet. "Are you okay. Your not hurting or anything." he asked in concern. Tho he was pretending to loved her before somehow in that time he sent with her he had really started to love her.
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He smiled at her lifting her up again and took her to the bed. "Rest up love. You will feel better." He told her.
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He looked at her. "I am not going anywhere. Hard to do things when you can't walk at the moment. Just rest untill you get your strength back ok."
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He smiled at her. "I have an idea while you rest." he told her and stood walking over to a chest and opening it to find a small wooden box. He brought it over to her and handed it to her when she opened it to would in bright colors show her whatever she thought about.
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"Its a magic box that will show you what ever you think of." He told her. "When you get your feet back Maybe we will go tease the manicores." he said.
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He smiled. "I sure messed up this job. I was suppose to pertend and ended up loving you for real." He told her.
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He moved to her. "Kinea, Shhhh, Its okay." He told her. "Hey...hey look at me. I love you I really do. I was not expecting it that is all i meant"
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He smiled wide at her. "You are going to be my world. You and me will be Set's greatest warriors." He told her.
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