D.a.RK_SovERigN's Sadistically Evil Characters! >:(

Caution:
All ye of weak minds, faint hearts, and a restless fear of death; Do not indulge yourselves in these Dark, dismal, cruel and sadistic secrets of the Bloodthirsty Chaos Lords.
Proceeding to dig deeper into these gruesome pages of Hate, misery and chaos will most definitely end in bad fortune for you. Should a Chaos Lord discover his secrets have been revealed, the weak hearts of you mortals, will be punctured as he maliciously savours the sweet taste of your thick red blood. The skin around your pathetic, ugly faces may be ripped from your skull, and burned in honour to Satan, and some lesser-mortals have even claimed that the gruesome enfolds in the following pages have left their souls eternally stained, and now either lurk in the hidden shadows of alleyways, or plunge themselves off towering buildings, praying for the final touch of Death’s Fingers.
Do Not Proceed If You Fear These Symptoms...

You Have Been Warned....

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NAME:Magnum [Taken Name] / Fabius Bile [True Name]

AGE:Long Before the creation of the 9 Worlds. (He Looks like a 19 year old in mortal form)

Class/Race:A Ravenous, Bloodthirsty, Apostle of Ecstasy.

Religious Beliefs/Followings of Gods: Servants of Abbadon† and followers of Chaos.

Likes And Dislikes: This Dark Knight finds sadistic pleasure in admiring the suffering of others. His faviroute pass-time is slaughtering pathetically weak mortals, and maliciously savouring the sweet taste of their thick red blood.
However, he hates Cowards, and people who run away from a fight. He also hates Orcish Scum, and wishes to have each Orc Lord Head mounted in plaques on his wall!

Powers:: Abbadon† passed on his powers of Unholy and Death Magic, when Magnum joined him, and poured every inch of his Weaker Powers, and his ravenous Cruelty into Magnum, turning his Soul as black as coal, and his heart as cold as the fingers of Ice. His power over the Dark Magic, such as Blood, Death, Unholy, Undead Magic, are brutally powerful, and can outmatch nearlly every type of divine magic. His "Last Resort" power is the Stare Of Death, where he glares straight through his victims eyes, and into their soul, burning it from the inside, and ripping apart every cell in their body; However this leaves him very weak, and if he is attacked whislt recovering, his chances of death are very high. He also has an Infernal Mount, summoned from the Ravenous Pits of Hell, and can change between his Unholy Form, and Mortallized Form.

Story of Misery: Many millenias ago, before the Creation of the 9 worlds. When the skys where black, and the powers of Death controlled the galaxies, Magnum was born. He was created from a build up of the Dark and Light matter that was engulfing each other in an eternal vortex of surrounding. Unsettled by his sudden form, the deranged Oracles of Time caught him, and took him to the councilling of the 7 Gods, and 7 Demons; here, he would be either punished or absolved. After many discussions, tests, torture chambers, and wars... Magnum; Or, Fabius Bile as he was known then, was set free.
The Oracles of Time had forseen a knight of immense power. Power which now throbbed at Magnums fingertips. Their vision had shown them of one Warrior, reaching far beyond any God or Demon had gone before, and settling the balance between Hate and Love. Misery and Cheer. Gods and Demons... Death. And Life.
But this was not to be. As Magnum stood beside both the Demons and Gods, they created the 9 worlds of Mercury; Venus; Earth; Mars; Jupiter; Saturn; Uranus; Neptune; Pluto. Then a war broke out... a simple war really. Who created the Best Planet? Gods with Eath, Jupiter, Neptune and Pluto? Or Demons with the Rest? The sly, cruel, and hateful demons set up a plan, to end this bloody war in their favour, and become Supreme Leaders of the Galaxy. They would consume and control Magnum.
Tricked into a life of Blood, Death, and Sadistic Hate, Magnum (Fabius Bile) left his prophecy of uniting the Greater Forces, and became a Damned Apostle of Ecstasy. Ignorant of his be-trickery, Magnum joined the Ranks of Demons for the Blood Thirtsy battle. Deaths came in their thousands. Chaos consumed the lands. Blood rained down from the sky, and fire erupted in the souls of all. This was the Time of The Dark Ages.
Furious, the Oracles of Time banished Magnum - As his newly taken Demon Name - to the land of the Mortals. There, he eternally seeks a way to return to the, still battling, Immortals, and rejoin with his Demon Lord; Abbadon†, then end the war and slaughter mankind as the Reign of Chaos re-births.

Other, Possibly Helpful, Information: Printed on his back in blood red ink, and chaotic black markings are 3 Sub-paragraphs of cruel truths:
If a man dedicates his life to good deeds and the welfare of others, he will die unthanked and unremembered. If he exercises his genius brining misery and death to billions, his name will echo down through the millennia for a hundred life times. Infamy is always more preferable to ignominy.
And so, I have released myself into the embrace of the great Lord Abbadon †, And now, I am no longer afraid, for with His pestilential favour, I have become that which I once feared; Death.
However, Even after serving for a millennia, their will be no peace among the stars. Only an eternity of Slaughter and the laughter of thirsting gods will reverberate. Now I see no point in protecting man, when you can stand beside the gods as you slaughter man.

Appearance:
Mortal Form (Trust me, He's a normal sized mortal - Not that Giant - And, under all that armour, he has a rather attractive mortal face)


True Form and His Mount (His mounts eyes are normally pure black, with lava cracks trailing along them, and occasional flames growing from the centre)


Gateway to his Realm Of Chaos, in Abbadons Tortured Cathedral:



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NAME: Master Caradoc III

AGE: 5,025,369,63. (The birth of the Time Vortex itself)

Class/Race: Forbidden, Death-Calling, Oracle of Time.

Religous Beliefs/Followings of Gods: He and his bretheren are Servants to Time itself, and travel whether the vortex takes them. The Sub-consious Paradox they live in is a birthplace of many Gods, and Demons are like, hence forth, they are Neutral Creatures, with no Care for the life of others.

Likes and Dislikes: He enjoys gaining prophecies and visions of Blood Seeking Doom Bringers, and scrying Curses and nightmares upon Noble, Heroes of Earth. However, he dislikes the rips in reality and space, which leak all kinds of deadly objects into his realm, which could turn even the strongest of Oracles, skin inside out.

Powers: After his Powers were diminished for breaking the Laws of an Oracle, he lay in tormented misery. However, a vision of even greater power formed in his dream one night. Sensing the very soul of the Time Vortex, he was guided alone into the depths of the paradox, and deep into the core. A journey which would have destroyed his mind and soul, had he not been chosen by Time and Reality. Upon impact with the core, his eyes became purely dark blue, and occasionally, light blue Time Markings and Cold Prophecies would shimmer off the light beams. His powers became stronger than ever before, and his cruel delight increased. He became immune to the controlling of the Gods, and Higher Oracles, and he himself became able to bend them to his will. He can make others see what he pleases, and think as he demands. He can control objects, and Mythic Magic. (Blue Magic drawn from the Paradox, which is stronger than most other magics). His ability to pause and rewind time, scry images and prophecies, and see into the hearts, minds and souls of others returned, and he became the most powerful Oracle to walk the land.

Sinister Story of Immensity: Born in the Paradox of Time, the normal birthplace for Gods and Demons, he was accepted into the ways of an Oracle. He grew up, learning the secrets of Lesser Mythic Magic, and showed great potential, and soon became a chosen faviroute of the Gods. However, as his mind developed and his senses grew stronger, he began to learn new abilities for himself, and he began to see visions of Earths Fortune. As a Young Oracle, he saw no harm in this, and enjoyed cursing Noble Heroes to a life of Darkness, and setting bloodthirsty Demons loose over the lands. As he did this, his love for Hatred, Death, and Darkness grew stronger, and where he was once Neutral between the Gods and Demons, he became slightly biast in favour of the demons.
Sensing this, he was taken to the Council, and found guilty of breaking the Laws of Time. Forbidden of his powers, he lay in misery... hate controlling his dreams, and muderous looks shot at any passer by. On a night of his (Mortal Years) 17th Birthday (About 17,000 years), he recieved a vision from the Soul of the Time Vortex. Blessed with visions of immense power, and guided by the soul of Time, he was led far into the depths of the Paradox, where he gained the ability to manipulate powers beyond the Older Oracles, and the Gods themselves.
Malicious, and hungry for Revenge, Caradoc sought out the Council, and manipulated the Older Oracles into tearing their own soul to shreads. As his love for Death continued to Grow, he ventured into the Portal to the Mortals world, in seek of more chaos...
There, he travels the lands, creating creatures of power, and blessing dark followers. Unstoppable by perhaps all other beings, Caradoc continues to watch blood be spilt, and will for another billion years.... Unless....

Other, Possibly Helpful, Information: Crossing Caradoc in a war of Magic is not a good idea.

Appearance:
Caradoc Wearing his Oracle of Time Robe, (Ignore people in background):


Entrance to the Paradox of Time:


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NAME: Kalust, Son of Varent.

AGE: 21000 Demonic Years of Pain. [21 Mortal Years]

Class/Race: Ruthless Daemon of the Bloody Willows, cursed into Mortal Flesh.

Religous Beliefs/Gods: His only belief, is in the power of his savage hand, and blood thirsty claws as they tear into your body.

Likes and Dislikes: As A Daemon, he finds glorious pleasure in being sadisitc; watching others feel pain. He enjoys a legendary battle of great deaths, and causing many violent crusades and wars. He dislikes other daemons that stand against him, and he hates the pathetic Gods, and in his Mortal form, he despises everyone who calls him "Disturbed" which usually leads to them enduring an eternal amount of Savage Torture, keeping him right on the brink of painful death, but never letting them embrace it.

Powers and Tools: He's a Daemon, cursed into a mortals body, and so his powers are limited. Occasionally, however, a small splinter of rage emerges from the darkness of his soul, causing him to enter his true daemon form, and giving him the powers of a blood-thirsty animal. He has incredible agility in both forms, and is able to instantly teleport anywhere he can see, or has seen before. During a fight, he can also unleash a hidden bone-chain from the burrows of his repulsive skin, as a deadly sharp whip, which can reach miles ahead of him, plucking mortals away from a freshly laid picnic, and tearing their skin to bloody shreds as it does.

Despaired Story of Untolled Hatred: He grew up the same way all daemons did. Born under the tree of Blood Willows, and marked with the brand of a beast. He was then sent into the mortal world, in a small country known as England, to lay forth his ruthless carnage, and blood-thirsty kills. 13 Years he spent in England, burning villages, plucking the hearts of men out through their eye sockets, and wallowing in the bloody mess...
However, upon his 14th [14,000] birthday, he was summoned by the gods, stripped of his powers, and placed in mortal form, for the Gods had heard of his un-deniable, birth prophecy, as told by the Oracles of Time:

Kalust, Son of Daemons, and Lord of Chaos,
You shall slaughter mankind, bring pain, and loss,
Never stopping, always blood thirsting,
You shall kill until the last funeral bell may ring,
You are the death-bringer, the final downfall of men, killing them all
With you, comes the daemon tide, and an eternal brooding silence shall fall.

And so, the Gods placed him in a mortal form, because In this form, his powers were weak, and uncharred. Fortunately, the Gods themselves weren't powerful enough to silence his rage, and so, occasionally, violence erupts in his mind, and he seeks blood of mankind. In this despaired state of misery, Kalust has been waiting.... waiting for the chance to erase the footprints of man kind from the soil of the Earth.

Other, Possibly Helpful, Information: Kalust's rage burns when he is challenged, annoyed or attacks. In his Daemon form, he loses control of all humane senses, and seeks only the sweet taste of human blood.
The bladed bone-chain whip that repels from his arm, is incredibly fast, and very hard to stop, however, on his right arm, are several lethal scars. Looking at these scars, you will be able to see them gradually open, preparing to unleash the chain... When this happens, run like you've never ran before, or prepare for the bloodiest battle in history.
Also, his mortal body takes no damage, and it is all transfered to his Daemon body... he still feels the pain, however.

Appearance:
Mortal Form, His face is scratchless eternally, as it's his Daemon face that takes all the damage (Man on Right)


Daemon Form (Add the scars on his right arm, and if you've played Prince of Persia III, that's what the Blade looks like, but made of bone)


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NAME: The Vorpian Black

AGE: He is never Aging. Never Dying. Never Feeling. He is the Eternal One. [Looks 17]

Class/Race: He is a Death Seeking, Black Reaper; A Collector of the Damned Souls, and Punisher of the Un-absolved Sins.

Religous Beliefs/Gods: He Believes in no such God or Afterlife, for he knows that at the End of a mortals pety Life, he awaits. Waiting to set unto them, eternal pain, damned torture, and brutal butchery, as he Manifests your Soul. Keeping you on the brink of the afterworld unto your despaired sins have been removed.

Likes and Dislikes: He finds Sadistic Pleasure in wallowing in a Blood-bath, and cruelly gulping down Goblets of cold, rich blood as it tickles the back of his throat. However, he is enraged by the desperate wails of weak humans, forcing him to cast more pain into the air.

Powers and Tools: As a Black Reaper, he is only able to control Black and Cultist Magic, stretching from dire black curses to blood-thirsty Shrouds of engulfing darkness. He has full control over the shadows, and whispers, able to manipulate them all to his will. He can see into the Heart, Mind, and Soul of a person, seeing their thoughts, Memories, Life Span, and Future Courses, and deciding their Powers.
His Tools are his Weapons of Death;
-The Scythe of a thousand Screams. This Scythe has been forged purely from the blood and bones of damned souls, as they are burned up from the outside. The blade is made of Corans Steel, which makes it umbreakable, and welded for the hands of Vorpian only.
-His Cloak of Denied Whispers. It is said that this Cloak is made of the souls of all the dead, wailing for death, but trapped in the fabrics of his Death-Hunting Cloak, then wound by the unnaccepted whispers of the love-lossers.

Story of Desperate Hope: Vorpian was created by the Lords of the Galaxies, to control the damnation, and the absolved, when they were gone. He was created with no Memories, No Love, and Noone around. He found his way throughout his early years by what he thought was pure instict, but what was truly his creators unseen guidance. Learning of what he must do, Vorpian took up the Challenge of being a Black Reaper, and fused his body with the Cloak of Denied Whispers.
For Centries, he was a emotionless beast, uncaringly destroying the souls of the dead, until one day, a problem was found. He fell in love. It was impossible; he was created with no human or mental emotions, and so it shouldn't of happened. Yet somehow it did. However his one love's heart had already been claimed, by another Mortal.
When he discovered this, more and more emotions set aflame within him; Anger, Hatred, Violence, Jealously, and lastly, a Desire to Kill.
Leaving the Spirit World, and joining the Ranks of Mortals, he sought out his one love's lover, and slaughtered him in cold blood, painting the road with an artistic show of red liquid. Feeling no better with what he did, he tried to get back to the Spirit World, and continue as a Emotion-Less Shell, un-willingly fixing and destroying the souls of the dead.
Unfortunately.. It didn't work. Once entering the Mortal world, there was no way of getting back into the Spirit Realm. He was Trapped. It has been nearly 600 years since then, though. However, Vorpian still looks like a 17 Year old Male, dressed in fearful black robes, and carrying a Blade of Death. He's roaming the world, looking for 1 person. 1 person who can send him back to the Spirit World. 1 Person, who can save him from the touch of love again.

Other, Possibly Helpful, Information: He is normally unable to write or read, however, when looking at a plain book, he will uncontrollably set these markings of letters into the pages:
“You can shed tears that she is gone,
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her only that she is gone,
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what she'd want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.”

Appearance:
Vorpian Black wearing his Cloak:


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NAME: Samaél The Blind.

AGE: 973 Lonely Years of Seldom.

Class/Race: He's the Son of Abbadon†; Lord of the Fallen Angels. His Mother is a Hunter of the Kalaknesh Sea-Hunting Tribe, making him half Fallen Angel, and Half Kalaknesh.

Religous Beliefs/Gods: Like all Fallen Angels, his belief is with his father, the Lord of Fallen Angels, who guides them into glorious, and bloody, chaotic battles. For the sake of his now dead mother, He also worships the Goddess of Sea; Andaria.

Likes and Dislikes: He likes to venture up to the Realm of Angels, though being only a half-breed, he can't stay long. He finds peace near pools, and entertainment in the midst of a bloody battle between two powerful heroes, with destinies of greatness. He does not find great sadisitic pleasure in slaughtering men, unless he is truly angry. He dislikes feeling Rage, or being uncalm, for it effects his ability to sense others, and emit a fearfull tendant.

Powers and Tools: Unfortunately, Samaél is blind, after having his eyes savangely clawed out by the talons of the Elder Hunter; Varesh, for having pure black eyes of the devil, with the stars of an angel (Which is believed to be a bad omen, of deceiving power). He is still mightily powerful though, as he can draw his power from his soul, as his father, Abbadon† the Destroyer showed him. His Fallen Angel genes give him the ability to control Ancient Dark Magic, which no other race can withstand, or master, and his Mothers Genes as a Kalanesh Water Hunter gives him the power to bend water molecules to his will. Another, uncontrollable power, is when he's in the presence of a mortal, fear is automatically struck into their heart, whether he wishes it or not, and whether he see's them or not.
He uses a rare blade, crafted by Satan, under the request of Abbadon†, which allows him to harvest the blood of any slain enemy, and use it as enhanced damage and power. He has wings as black as shadow fire, which grant him the ability to shadow meld into pure darkness, and remain unseen for as long as he wishes. His only other weapons are his nails, which can extend to lethally sharp talons, and cut through even the thickest trees.
He can use most weapons though, if he happens to find one on his travels, and he's especially talented with a spear.

Story of Depressing Spirits: His story started 974 years ago, when the Death-Bringing Fallen Angel; Abbadon† the Destroyer, got a Female Hunter from the Watery Realm of Kalanesh Pregnant. 1 year later, Samaél was born under the shadows of the Weeping Willow, in his Fathers Realm.
Upon approval of his father, he was taken to his mothers Tribe, to learn the ways of hunting. Thanks to his genes, he was a natural hunter, and soon exceeded his expected targets. On his 13th birthday, he was sent before the Elder Hunter; Varesh, to request trial of a true hunter... but he was denied.
It was the first time Varesh had ever seen him, for she hated Angels. Looking into his eyes, wary of his powers, Varesh noticed they were pure black, and jewelled with stars of twilight. This was thought to be an omen of decievery against the holders loved ones, in that tribe, and so Varesh grew cautious, and soon, enraged. Filled with so much fear, she savaged upon him, when he least expected it, clawing his eyes out with vicious talons, until just a bloody mess was left in the black sockets.
Enveloped with pain, Samaél roared words of Ancient Magic, that he himself was unsure of. Black Stalactites exploded from the ground around him, impaling every by-stander with a carniverous amount of pain... including, his mother.
Scared as silence consumed the air around him, Samaél fled the borders around him, escaping to the wild lands. Seeing this, his father was intrigued by his power, and summoned him to the Angel Realm. Teaching him in the ways of a Fallen Angel, and having his sword, Sangue Ladro, which meant Blood Thief.
Eventually, Samaél became an accomplished Angel, and could fight as well as, or better than any other opponent, even being blind. Since then, he was sent back to the Humane Realms, passing between planets, galaxies, universes, time and dimensions, doing as he pleases, guided by his fathers touch, until he is worthy of living in the Angel Realms.

Other, Possibly Helpful, Information: Being in the presence of him automatically strikes fear into any man, womans heart, whether he wishes it or not, and whether they see him or not. Also, his faviroute, and most frequently used spell is Soulbane, which unleashes a wave of pure dark magic, encased in the souls of the damned at a target, burning their flesh, and digging into their soul like parasites.

Appearance:
Samaél the Blind.
[Will find image soon, or someone else can find me one?]

Samaél's Blood-thirsty Blade; Sangue Landro - Blood Thief.

Wow, loooong writes from you.
And nice charas too btw. .
Keep it going. ;>

Cheers
I enjoy this kind of writing.

You gonna make a Character Description Page or do you not have any Frequencis, Balloon.
Nice to see you on the forum aswell by the way; Hope you like it.

D.a.RK_SovERigN wrote:

Cheers
I enjoy this kind of writing.

You gonna make a Character Description Page or do you not have any Frequencis, Balloon.
Nice to see you on the forum aswell by the way; Hope you like it.

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Of cooourse...I like it ;>

Wooo! I appreciate that, it was the first time I've ever made something like this.

I should make desc. from my chara. what I usually are playing.

Yes You should.
If you need help seeing how to set them out, if you're stuck for ideas etc, have a look at the "How to Post Char Description" topic.

Or just go ripping off our ideas, your choice.

Lmao.
Yes. Rip of Death's Ideas.

Not Mine.
I will curse you with the powers of Dark Magic if you do.

Is Magnum's gateway one of the portals in campaign and scenario?

D.a.RK_SovERigN wrote:

Lmao.
Yes. Rip of Death's Ideas.

Not Mine.
I will curse you with the powers of Dark Magic if you do.

He will curse you and i will erase every trace of you...So riping our ideas off might not be the best idea.

Deathservant wrote:

D.a.RK_SovERigN wrote:

Lmao.
Yes. Rip of Death's Ideas.

Not Mine.
I will curse you with the powers of Dark Magic if you do.

He will curse you and i will erase every trace of you...So riping our ideas off might not be the best idea.

Ah, well, we make quite a team, Death

I say we slaughter him anyway... unless he makes his own Char Description.. preferably NOW

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Ah, well, we make quite a team, Death

I say we slaughter him anyway... unless he makes his own Char Description.. preferably NOW

Agreed.

I call dibs on maliciously savouring the sweet taste of his thick red blood, as it rolls down my throat like a stream.

You can have the rest of him.

I am particularly pleased with my 3rd Hero... Well.. Villan, as I have been meaning to make a Character like him for a long time.
He's not too overpowered, even if his prophecy says he is. After all, his only "Powers" are Instant Teleportation, Blade Ejection, And Incedible Agility, with Deathly Claws.
Most heroes can do them anyway, and then be a master of Fire aswell.

---I'll be adding Character theme songs (Like Death's) soon---

Deathlover wrote:

Is Magnum's gateway one of the portals in campaign and scenario?

I'm not sure I know what you mean, my friend.
Explain? (:

People who actually Readd my Char Descs...
I need help.

I wanna make another Character. Pure Evil this time;
Not a Black heart, But No heart.
Not a Cruel Laugh, But a Inhumane Cackle.
Not a mean soul, but a truly Black and dead soul.

If anyone could give me some ideas on what Race he could be, a fitting name, All basic info like that, it'd be a great help.
Thaaanks.

(By the way, I no longer use these Characters in RP, they're purely for fun).

i rated the poll and lol your people are scary ^^ can see why its called sadistically evil characters

See?Always evil and OP

Haha, They're meant to be Scary, Cutee.
Thanks for voting aswell,
It means a lot (:

NaughtyKitty wrote:

See?Always evil and OP

Nawwwhhh!
Always Evil... Yes
Always OP... Kinda... but I don't RP with them anyway. d:

Hehe, thanks for commenting aswell

I'm an evil guyy, I only do Evil Characters...
(:<

Youu got a problem with that, Pussy cat!?
>

No... I thought not. d:<

i got a problem with it, they're too scary
-hides under my bed-