~Information on the Beast~
Crire is a malicious being.
His very purpose in life is warfare, having been created for just that by Satan himself.
He is a powerful beast, possessing many various abilities which he utilize with a
perfectionist's obsession.
These powers include shapeshifting, breathing fire, flying, invisibility and intangibility.
Of course, one of his lesser-used powers is that of conjuring his beloved violin out of thin air.
This power soon grew to be the one he would use the most.
But this all changed when he was thrust into the forest by the hands
of The Angels, who stripped him of all of his unholy abilities, tearing his wings apart and trapping him
in his most powerless form, that which he was created into.
He now wanders the forest scornfully, only regaining his shapeshifting ability when the
full moon bathes him in its arcane light.
When this happens, he has only one thing in mind.
Playing his violin.
Although after some years in the forest, he has slowly regained the power to shapeshift. It causes him some pain but when you're born in hell, you're kind of used to pain.
Speaks in this colour: #FF4500
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The shape Crire enjoys the most is the humanoid one, mostly because then he can wear the coat
his master made for him...
And he can play his violin.
He looks human to a fault when in this shape, only things setting him apart being his cervine
hooves and teeth made of iron, as sharp and pointy as broken glass.
Being trapped in the forest and realm of the humans by an alliance between The Angels and The Twin Gods, he
does not get the chance to enter this form very often, but in certain scenarios, (read RP) he is seen
ultimately in his human shape, on the streets of London.
When he dreams, an ability unique to him among his demonic brethren, he is transported
to his old home town, though not nearly as powerful as he used to be, wings torn and wounds springing open, should he use his more complicated powers.
He hardly cares for anything but playing his violin in this state...
~Relationships~
So far, his list of relations is limited, to say the least.
But the ones he has met rarely leave his company... unchanged.
Serendipity - "Aahh, my little slave~ His purity is rather... alluring... such a temptation to corrupt him."
Valturez - "Heh, Ol' man Val... Listen, nobody's gonna get you in the forest, y'hear? 'Cause they're gonna have to go through me first and I tell ya... I'm a lot tah go through!"
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>_> Hmmmmmmm Val as a Role
*sits on him* "I can back it up... and give you a good what for squirt..."
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
He'll prolly grow with the
*looses his breath* "Argh! Alright, alright, uncle! I give!" *can't help a chuckle*
oh dear! XD Hmmmmmm the
*chuckles and gets up smirking*
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
Awww, that'd be so cute
*gives him a small, gentle headbutt*
The forest would not
*Sticks his tongue out and nudges him* "Squirt..."
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
But they would have great
*sticks tongue out back at him* "Old man."
Oh yes, yes hey would XD Even
*brings up a hoof and nudges his head* "Brat."
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
Oh, well, Crire'd rather play
Then again, wanton destruction gets a close second place...
*chuckle-laughs with a grin* "Granpa."
Hehehehe, Val's life needs
"I'm not that old..." B|
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
If there's one thing Crire's
*snickers* "Nah, just a little rusty."
Imagination is the best thing
"Don't make me sit on you again..." *Grins*
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
Crire has it coming outta
*laughs* "Oh, please, spare me the horrible butt!"
|3 Val's willing to listen as
*devilish grin* "What if I want to sit on you squirt?"
"Your efforts are insignificant! I carry you to your deaths!"
Gonna toddle off to bed, see
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oh wow... this interests me.
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Oh my, thank you so much! XD
IKR? so fun to RP with
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Oh, you have no idea how
awww... poor wittle guy... XD
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Oh my God, I know exactly how
Oooohhh, and I would love an RP! > w < Let's get it started! : D
cooolll!! I looked forward to
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your character. he is
god forbid Serpens ever meeting him, though. xD
made by foxofthestars!
@Rihame: Awww, sure! XD Heh,
It was late that day yet again, the sun just setting behind the trees, bathing the forest in gold and bronze. Crire's favourite colours. His favourite time of day.
He took a deep breath as the last, warming rays of the setting sun danced across his crimson-and-jet pelt and the outside of his closed eyelids, creating the illusion of fire... For a moment, he could almost imagine being back home... But the fantasy was, as always, incomplete and cut short as the demon was not delusional enough to be able to lull himself into such a false sense of security. He opened his eyes again and he was in the forest, trapped on earth with filthy, disgusting, revolting angel-blood tainting the tar in his veins. He shivered and groaned at the thought, giving an aggressive throw of his heavy head and a slight buck before starting to trudge along the mossy ground, head hanging low. Walking helped. Keeping a steady pace and getting his mind off of his predicament... Although the rage still squatted in his chest like a big, fat, slimy toad.
He was almost completely unaware of his surroundings in this state, blinded and deafened by his own inner turmoil...
@Wendigo: Fgsfds, thank you! > w < Heh, I can assume sparks would fly? XDD
hey hey hey... I ... like,
Broken leaves surrounded the black leather boots poking from a brief darkness, the sight of the monster's acquaintances invalid to seeing his roughly scarred appearance. The golden hues of the sunset gleamed in the beast's eyes, their green color reflecting against it like summer green leaves. It crept out of the darkness into the light, the feeling of warmth was a treasured feeling as the energy crawled under the monster's skin and into his hidden scales. Taking on a human form Xiearr paced into the path not too far off, letting the iron heat of the sun light his eyes on fire, green fire, neon hypnotic pools of lava that glowed from under his dark crimson bangs. He wore a black leather jacket with fiery designs placed over the trimmed edges, a sword in his belt in which contained many glittering dragon skulls, each half a foot long and rubies for eyes that too glittered in the now orange rays. Xiearr knew too well as to why the sky was blue and the sunset was red, why it was so beautiful. He sat down again, his back against a tree as his red bangs moved out from the front of his green eyes. He had an abnormal hairstyle that sort of stood straight up and flopped to the side, the top tips streaked bright white, the red diminishing into it from his bangs and slight side burns. Xiearr always had to look good in his perspective, even if criticism meant less than nothing to him. Again he picked at the torn and tattered holes in his jeans in his boredom, then smiled as he felt the intense rage of something approaching his silent form. His grin was like a sharks filled with rows of sharp teeth stained with blood, the smile stretching out to the sides of his face and it only got wider as Crire got closer. He could ear the deer's sulky breathing as his ears folded down, still smiling and waiting. 'Fortunately for it... I am patient...it will have a few more seconds...' he thought, gritting his teeth in his mouth and smiling, wondering what it would be like to pick the creature's bones with his sharp bloody fangs.
yea he has cannibalistic issues... XD
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Fgsfds, thank you! > w < I'm
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But as Crire walked heavily along the near-hidden path created by the inhabitants if the forest, something familiar snapped him out of his own little world made up of rage, frustration and deep, black hatred.
The faint smell of sulphur, a murderous intent vibrating in the air like the note from a violin, the sudden but subtle increase in heat... He snapped his head up as the presence of another malevolent being awakened his attention and made him suddenly freeze in place as if caught by the headlights of a car. How fitting for his deer-like appearance at the moment.
His eyes fell on the draconian being hidden behind a veil of human flesh instantly and a small sneer tugged at the corner of his mouth.
This being was not necessarily from hell... But holy hell if he didn't have the fires from it in him! Crire couldn't help but feel a small pang of nostalgia at the sight, but it was short-lived. He knew better than to dance up to a malevolent creature like a silly, little schoolgirl and get his head bitten off for his troubles, no matter how nostalgic it made him feel. Instead, he scoffed and instantly turned into his own humanoid form to match, rearing onto his back legs, body shifting with a sickening, cracking sound and soon standing before Xiearr effortlessly, glaring him down like only a son of hell could.
"Tch, the fuck're you looking at." He sneered with iron-teeth gritted and bared, entire body showing he was not one to tussle with... Despite the scars and rather haggard looking exterior. At least the coat helped hide most of those injuries, including his clipped wings and crossed-out scarification pentagram. The most telling signs of a 'fallen' demon.
I like this guy already... XD
His grin only grew wider as he sat there, unfazed by Crire's mild entrance to him. He wasn't impressed at all by how he just butted into his thoughts. How rude, encouraging it was to just manipulate the arrogant fool into battle and just walk away without a care after he'd left his body poor of blood. With such pride came responsibility to those who knew how to use it. Xiearr knew that, but even he who had learned to trifle with it had his own problems to deal with. Crire had been a mere bother by his dumbfounded words. "Who was looking at you? I certainly was not, you aren't any more interesting than dirt so why bother? You aren't worth it by your words...they mean nothing.." he smiled letting his teeth show, blood dribbling down his mouth in thick amounts that stained his jaws a light red. Parts of a bird's innards had been jutted in between his wiry fangs, ears folded back as though he seemed submissive. By Xiearr's tricky expression even he couldn't see his thoughts, he always smiled, he always looked cheerfully evil. He always looked like he were about to slip to insanity as the sounds of small insects tapped around at the inside of his skull. It was reassuring to know the monsters in his mind were still there, his family wouldn't ever leave him even if they hurt his heart, chipping away at it every single day. Just by this he paid no heed to Crire, he'd lost everything but his slight dignity in being evil. He couldn't take anything more away from him because no more could be taken.
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As the words slithered from
"Tch, wipe yer mouth before ya speak, you've got shit between your teeth." He smirked, a dull fire flickering behind his eyes.
"Or is that just your face?..." Huffing and wrinkling his nose, he gave Xiearr the most degrading, disgusted look he possibly could muster, looking at him like he would the lower demons who crawled at his hooves at home, begging at once for his attention and to not be tortured and eventually killed for the sheer impudence of being in Crire's mighty way.
He huffed and corrected his coat as if Xiearr's very presence had soiled it with filth.
"I ain't got time fer peasants." He sneered as he started walking away, only intending to piss the man before him off. Being filled with pride, he knew exactly how to trigger it in other creatures as well.
His clever grin remained
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All of which Crire would have
The only response he gave was raising his hand, opening and closing his fingers in the shape of a mouth, signalling that the one running his mouth NOW was Xiearr, not the spoiled hell-prince. And just to twist the blade, ended it by flipping the other off in that particularly English way that had become a habit of his. Why not, he was there when the gesture was invented, after all.
Oh, he was hoping the lizard was proud enough to take offence, he was aching for a good fight... This was nothing but a game to him. Knives were his toys and guns nothing but a slightly more entertaining form of tag. He knew he could heal himself, and Xiearr too if he ended up finding him interesting enough to keep around. He was starting to be intrigued by the other's cocky attitude, so alike his own... Had he found a proper playmate?...
Xiearr continued to look up
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