Post by Tempest on Jul 31, 2008 12:57:33 GMT -5
Name: Marcellus
Nickname: Cell
Gender: Male
Height: 5'8
Age: His true age is unknown and though he appears to have been recently created he looks to be around the age of 18.
Species: Proxy {Agent of Decay}
The Proxy were created by Lucifer as an experimental antithesis to the Elemental Angels. Like the Elementals they each possess a particular power and great strength, but instead of being referred to by an element they are given the title of ‘Agent’. Unlike the Angels, they are not born but somehow created after an unfortunate experience or death, or even from the parts of other beings.
Appearance: Marcellus is often described as being 'boyishly handsome'. He has a youthful face that is incredibly pale, topped by a short mop of slightly spiked, messy black hair that has a few gray streaks in places, though it does not seem to make him look older. His eyes are a muddy, almost khaki color, and are offset by the slight shadows under his eyes. He typically wears a long sleeved back shirt that is covered by an over-shirt. The over-shirt is short, ending just above his waist and is open in the front. The sleeves are long with wide openings and normally fall past is hands, and the entire thing is patterned with black and white pinstripes. He wears light tan pants and no shoes. Instead, his feet are half covered by brown, dirty looking bandages that continue to wrap up over his pants, just bellow his knees, only exposes his toes and the front of his feet. Around his waist he wears a black belt with a small skull buckle off to the right side, with a small chain connecting from it to the other side of the belt that creates a loop the falls just above his knees. Over everything, he covers himself with a thin, sleeveless black trench coat with a slight bronze trim that stays open in the front. The last parts of the outfit are a black and white bandanna with frayed edges that he wears loosely around his neck, and a small piece of bloody bandage that is tied around his left upper arm. Marcellus can sprout large, almost bat-like wings at will, that are black in color overall, with a blood red membrane.
Personality: Fairly indifferent, it's unknown whether Marcellus actually enjoys eating his victims, though he does seem to take some pleasure in killing them. He follows his orders without complaint, and seems to have a general distaste for humans and other life in general, not caring who he has to dispose of in order to get the job done. His movements are fairly corpse-like, and he often stands with a slumping posture and a nonchalant manner. Marcellus knows what he is and what he was created for and seems resigned to his place, believing his destiny was chosen for him and that he simply..has to embrace it. Overall, he finds most sentient life useless and as a Proxy has a great dislike for the Angels. Sometimes though, he does seem to take sadistic enjoyment in his work and as created by Lucifer, seems to be out to 'punish' humanity.
History:
I had a past before..before I was 'born' again. It was a short one..not really much of a life.
The child stood alone, a filthy mess of rags and matted hair. The village was quiet, with the exception of a wheezing cough heard from a street corner, or a shout from some decrepit house. But it had always been this way..for as long as he could remember. Disease and famine had destroyed the once prosperous place and that was what he had been born into before being carelessly tossed away. Though they hoped, they wished, they prayed..when every old and traditional person would repeat the same tired phrases that he knew now were nothing but trash..no one was coming to save them. No one would help. No one cared.
Though now, it does not not matter.
I want to die.
Nothing does.
He couldn't see it through the dark but he could hear it. He was still there, he wasn't gone yet! And it hurt..it hurt so bad.. He tried to speak, but only a bubble of blood formed at the corner of his mouth and popped, choking him as the metallic liquid filled his mouth. He could still hear it, the perverted slurping..crunching..
IwantotdieIwantotdieIwanttodieithurtithurtsswhywon'tyouletmedie?
The man had attacked him..had dragged him to the back of the alley. Just another person who was sick and dying and who had refused to leave this place when he had the chance. Hunger was a funny thing but starvation was hilarious. Madness was inevitable. He supposed being eaten alive was just his part to play.
That was when everything became perfectly clear.
Black. The chamber was dark and wreaked of blood, cold as ice. He didn't know...where..all he knew was that it hurt still.
Everything about the malice implanted by the Creator.
"..Who?" He croaked feebly, confused. Who..was he..? Where..? He shifted slightly, in pain before another word escaped his lips. "P..proxy..?"
We cannot resist that which is. I had little say in my fate from the beginning.
Then another voice...one he did not know spoke out from the blackness. A voice no one wanted to hear. "Do you want to make them pay?"
And now I know we simply..we simply have to punish them.
Powers: Marcellus can channel and control a black, smoke-like substance that he only refers to as 'murk'. It is fairly toxic when breathed in by normal humans, and Cell appears to use it to warp over short distances from place to place, dissolving into the smoky substance and reappearing in a different place. Truthfully the murk just drastically increases his speed, and besides turning into the murky substance, each warp seems to be accompanied by a small swarm of Deaths Head Moths. He can also compress the murk into an almost solid substance, using it as a long range weapon that is still fairly toxic.
Marcellus can absorb and use certain powers of an individual by devouring a sample of their blood or a piece of their flesh. While a small amount of blood will only allow him to sustain the stolen power for a short amount of time, a larger sample or a piece of the body will allow him to hold it longer. Only an actually piece of the body, such as an eye or piece of flesh can hold any power for him, things such as hair and nails do not work. The successful absorption of the power is often accompanied by a minor change in his appearance.
Weapons: He wields a chisakatana that has an unusual blade that is completely red in color. Carried in a sheath kept on his waist, he can use murk to charge and surround the blade, giving it abnormal cutting capabilities and durability. He also carries around a dagger or two, both with the same red blade and capabilities of the chisakatana when combined with murk.
Weaknesses: Marcellus will become weaker if he does not consume some form of sentient flesh and blood on a regular basis, and will become more ravenous the longer he goes without it.
Other: None
Nickname: Cell
Gender: Male
Height: 5'8
Age: His true age is unknown and though he appears to have been recently created he looks to be around the age of 18.
Species: Proxy {Agent of Decay}
The Proxy were created by Lucifer as an experimental antithesis to the Elemental Angels. Like the Elementals they each possess a particular power and great strength, but instead of being referred to by an element they are given the title of ‘Agent’. Unlike the Angels, they are not born but somehow created after an unfortunate experience or death, or even from the parts of other beings.
Appearance: Marcellus is often described as being 'boyishly handsome'. He has a youthful face that is incredibly pale, topped by a short mop of slightly spiked, messy black hair that has a few gray streaks in places, though it does not seem to make him look older. His eyes are a muddy, almost khaki color, and are offset by the slight shadows under his eyes. He typically wears a long sleeved back shirt that is covered by an over-shirt. The over-shirt is short, ending just above his waist and is open in the front. The sleeves are long with wide openings and normally fall past is hands, and the entire thing is patterned with black and white pinstripes. He wears light tan pants and no shoes. Instead, his feet are half covered by brown, dirty looking bandages that continue to wrap up over his pants, just bellow his knees, only exposes his toes and the front of his feet. Around his waist he wears a black belt with a small skull buckle off to the right side, with a small chain connecting from it to the other side of the belt that creates a loop the falls just above his knees. Over everything, he covers himself with a thin, sleeveless black trench coat with a slight bronze trim that stays open in the front. The last parts of the outfit are a black and white bandanna with frayed edges that he wears loosely around his neck, and a small piece of bloody bandage that is tied around his left upper arm. Marcellus can sprout large, almost bat-like wings at will, that are black in color overall, with a blood red membrane.
Personality: Fairly indifferent, it's unknown whether Marcellus actually enjoys eating his victims, though he does seem to take some pleasure in killing them. He follows his orders without complaint, and seems to have a general distaste for humans and other life in general, not caring who he has to dispose of in order to get the job done. His movements are fairly corpse-like, and he often stands with a slumping posture and a nonchalant manner. Marcellus knows what he is and what he was created for and seems resigned to his place, believing his destiny was chosen for him and that he simply..has to embrace it. Overall, he finds most sentient life useless and as a Proxy has a great dislike for the Angels. Sometimes though, he does seem to take sadistic enjoyment in his work and as created by Lucifer, seems to be out to 'punish' humanity.
History:
I had a past before..before I was 'born' again. It was a short one..not really much of a life.
The child stood alone, a filthy mess of rags and matted hair. The village was quiet, with the exception of a wheezing cough heard from a street corner, or a shout from some decrepit house. But it had always been this way..for as long as he could remember. Disease and famine had destroyed the once prosperous place and that was what he had been born into before being carelessly tossed away. Though they hoped, they wished, they prayed..when every old and traditional person would repeat the same tired phrases that he knew now were nothing but trash..no one was coming to save them. No one would help. No one cared.
Though now, it does not not matter.
I want to die.
Nothing does.
He couldn't see it through the dark but he could hear it. He was still there, he wasn't gone yet! And it hurt..it hurt so bad.. He tried to speak, but only a bubble of blood formed at the corner of his mouth and popped, choking him as the metallic liquid filled his mouth. He could still hear it, the perverted slurping..crunching..
IwantotdieIwantotdieIwanttodieithurtithurtsswhywon'tyouletmedie?
The man had attacked him..had dragged him to the back of the alley. Just another person who was sick and dying and who had refused to leave this place when he had the chance. Hunger was a funny thing but starvation was hilarious. Madness was inevitable. He supposed being eaten alive was just his part to play.
That was when everything became perfectly clear.
Black. The chamber was dark and wreaked of blood, cold as ice. He didn't know...where..all he knew was that it hurt still.
Everything about the malice implanted by the Creator.
"..Who?" He croaked feebly, confused. Who..was he..? Where..? He shifted slightly, in pain before another word escaped his lips. "P..proxy..?"
We cannot resist that which is. I had little say in my fate from the beginning.
Then another voice...one he did not know spoke out from the blackness. A voice no one wanted to hear. "Do you want to make them pay?"
And now I know we simply..we simply have to punish them.
Powers: Marcellus can channel and control a black, smoke-like substance that he only refers to as 'murk'. It is fairly toxic when breathed in by normal humans, and Cell appears to use it to warp over short distances from place to place, dissolving into the smoky substance and reappearing in a different place. Truthfully the murk just drastically increases his speed, and besides turning into the murky substance, each warp seems to be accompanied by a small swarm of Deaths Head Moths. He can also compress the murk into an almost solid substance, using it as a long range weapon that is still fairly toxic.
Marcellus can absorb and use certain powers of an individual by devouring a sample of their blood or a piece of their flesh. While a small amount of blood will only allow him to sustain the stolen power for a short amount of time, a larger sample or a piece of the body will allow him to hold it longer. Only an actually piece of the body, such as an eye or piece of flesh can hold any power for him, things such as hair and nails do not work. The successful absorption of the power is often accompanied by a minor change in his appearance.
Weapons: He wields a chisakatana that has an unusual blade that is completely red in color. Carried in a sheath kept on his waist, he can use murk to charge and surround the blade, giving it abnormal cutting capabilities and durability. He also carries around a dagger or two, both with the same red blade and capabilities of the chisakatana when combined with murk.
Weaknesses: Marcellus will become weaker if he does not consume some form of sentient flesh and blood on a regular basis, and will become more ravenous the longer he goes without it.
Other: None
