Post by Belial on Nov 17, 2009 0:45:37 GMT -6
Belial
[/font]"There's no sin but regret."[/center]
Name: Belial
Age/Age Appearance: 26
Species: Demon
Rank: King
Gender: Male
Sexuality: bi
Side You Fight For: whichever provides the most entertainment
Height: 5'10
Weight: 127 LBS
Angelic/Demonic Form: Great, flaming wheel with eyes
Physical Description (Human): Belial has long brown hair that curls enough to be considered curly but too little to give much more than waves. That is... as long as he tends to it before it dries... He has tri-colored brown eyes starting with a light, almost copper brown on the outside, then a medium honey brown in the middle, followed by a dark, almost black brown in the center. His skin is a medium Caucasian that, when he spends too much time in the sun, look sort of exotic but usually he looks almost deathly pale.
Belial likes to wear clothes that accentuate him. Though he is a stickler about colors, he usually doesn't move out of blacks, reds, blues, and , on rare occasions, green. He is often found wearing suits that are well fitted but often a little... on the odd side, leather pants instead of slacks, stiletto healed boots button up fishnet shirts. Clothes that are either off beat or simply outrageously inappropriate. He likes to wear things that get people to look, that make him the center of everyone's mind. He enjoys shocking and bewildering humans with a single glance.
Likes
• Conri
• Dandies
• manipulation
• literature
Dislikes
• Idiots in bed
• boredom
• foul tasting food
• salt
Secrets
• it's not quite as secret as he'd like but he adores kitties
• He's afraid of snakes
• He keeps a pair of white, gray, and black wings above his bed, spread out on the wall. Why? He likes people to speculate about it. gives them something for the rumor mill
• He hates his wife
Personailty: Belial is cat-ish. He does what he wants whenever he wants to. And if you have a request or a favor? don't count on it getting done unless Belial gets something out of it. Belial may be forgetful but it never seems that way, more as he didn't deem whatever it was of enough importance to remember. He canbe very flirtatious, IF he finds someone interesting enough and it benefits him.
Belial is, well, sarcastic, caustic, ascerbic and many other words that rhyme and mean he doesn't care if he hurts someone's meager brain or ego with his words. He quite enjoys word games. Having a challenging conversation is one of the few things that Belial will always stop to have, the only thing that beats it out is, of course, sex. Belial walks around with the air of a cat, as if he owns the room, the people in it, and everyone shall pamper him upon sight.
History:
Belial started out his life as an angel but he quickly became bitter at his anointment as "The Worthless One" and decided that instead of living with being the worthless angel he would do what he pleased and, at the time, what he pleased was to spread through humans sin. Which he (as well as a few other angels) deemed as worthless creatures and thus under his reign. He didn't so much as outright question God as make others question Him. Belial enjoyed twisting the perspectives of once loyal subjects into those who questioned God's will or outright disobeyed it. Belial takes credit for the creation of sodomy but there has never been any direct proof and, as everyone knows, he has a tendency to lie. He also takes credit for Lucifer's rebellion though how much he actually help instigate is unknown since, as Belial says, he likes to work under the "God-dar".
Belial wasn't so much as cast out as he "sauntered vaguely downward".. While walking the earth he tried to corrupt as many men as possible against God. Many a man did he confuse into committing fleshy sins or lies or some other such thing. In his wake he spread deceit, affairs, corruption and sin. And Belial saw that it was very amusing. Then one day he crossed a very powerful witch accidentally (He manipulated her love into cheating on her with a man of the cloth) it had been quite amusing but in a fit of womanly wrath she cursed him. Which did nothing but feed his bitterness. He was now a demon, a smelly stinky creature of hell. There were a few plus sides, but he would rather have just been fallen. He married shortly after to gain some power or status or something he can't quite remember what anymore.
He shortly found out after marrying that he absolutely hated his wife, in fact she seemed to almost ruin women as a whole for him. blegh. Luckily by being a demon he wasn't really too constricted by the vows he didn't bother taking. He still walks and still corrupts and still makes people commit sins of the flesh, sins of jealousy, sins or whatever he can get them to do. He rarely, if ever, speaks to his wife. He likes to tour cities and stir up trouble inside then leave the city better for having met him.
Roleplay example:Belial opened his eyes slowly and let the sight of the sunrise fill his mind. The cold air nibbled almost cruelly on his skin. It felt marvelous. Belial ran his fingers through his hair and let it fall back around his face. He had let his bangs grow out long enough to constantly curl around his face. Belial raised his hand palm up from the railing he sat on and held it out into the air. Small multifaceted drops of water fell upon his fingers, palm, and wrist. He watches as more and more fell, reflecting the lights of the city around him. The drops gathered and pooled in his palm, ran down his fingers like the trailing feel of a lover's nails lightly over his hand. It was the drops that fell upon his wrist that held him enraptured though. They pooled, slid, tickled and trailed over his wrist like the indifferent brush of silk sleeve-cuffs.
The rain made the sunrise absolutely exquisite. The fire of life and the extinguishing cold of stillness. Rain never moved, it never felt, it never warmed. It was like icy tears for humanity. Belial smiled at the thought. This city would be getting much more rain fall soon. He had big plans in mind for this... cute little community. He looked down the quaint street with its very much not old cobbled streets and brick buildings and smiled, no, perhaps smile wasn't the right word, smirk, he smirked.
He hopped down from the railing he sat upon and straightened his coca-cola can red silk shirt and buttoned the middle button on his heavy leather peacoat. He looked outrageously handsome today and he knew it. The uneven walk on the side of the road tried to catch his thigh high ballet heel boots but he still managed to put a sway into his walk as he, to use a new term, "checked out" his newest playground. He brushed his fingers over the tops of his boots and put more sway into his walk. He smiled lopsidedly at everyone who stared at him. Sometimes, he thought, he was just too gorgeous for this world.
Real Name: Draper Tesk
Age: 18
Length You Have Been Roleplaying: about two weeks maybe three
How Did You Find Us: Nic.......
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