Virgil Devilry

ALIASES:
Ringleader

AGE:
193

AGE OF APPEARANCE:
19

RANK:
Pet of Greed

FACE CLAIM:
mine >o>

HEIGHT:
5'8

WEIGHT:
147

APPEARANCE:
Virgil has a girlish face, long eyeslashes and smooth pale skin. He has pink hued read hair which is kept in thick waves that flow to his shoulders. Some of his bangs fall into his face while some is head back with a maroon colored ribbon on the left side.

He wears a violet long coat with a high color that has black trimming and argail lining. He sleeves are trimmed with soft black fur that stops at his shoulder. At his forearm detached black sleeves cover up the sleeves of his coat, giving them more volume and are also trimmed in the same black fur. Underneath he wears a sleeves torn up black half shirt that reveals his flat stomach that is hardly toned enough to give off the feel that he's male. He wears black, skin tight leather pants which are partially covered by a half skirt that covers his left leg and stops at his mid thigh. Black leather boots trimmed with teal come up to his knees.

At his hip he always has his whip, even if he were just walking around with no intentions of starting a fight. He feels it gives him that completed look of a real ringleader of the circus.
APPEARANCE

LIKES:
-Meat
-Putting on Shows
-Spotlight
-Smiles

DISLIKES:
-Children
-Boring clothes
-Getting dirty
-Being judged

NEGATIVE TRAITS:
-He likes to joke around
-He doesn't take well to being viewed in a negative way
-He doesn't have very many/if any at all morals

POSITIVE TRAITS:
-He enjoys making people smile
-He is a great chef
-He knows what he wants and how to get it

EXTRAS:
Virgil is an eccentric young man, always being bold and doing things most sane people wouldn't even dream of. He seeks out ways to amuse himself, whether it be parading across the electric power lines of a city or dancing upon a speeding truck as it drives through the country side. He lives for the spot light and for the thrill of it. He would put on a show on the corner of the street just to see the excitement and wonder in the eyes of people around him. He wants to see people smile as much as he wants to smile himself. Almost always he is smiling, whether he be truly happy or not. How else can he expect his shows to work if he doesn't make them happy?

However sometimes the wonder he sees isn't always the good kind. There will always be people who will see him as nothing more than a circus freak and for that he hardly cares for. He trained hard for his ability and does not smile upon being made a joke. And the actions he take are not light in any sense of the word. His most favorite is of course using his acrobatic and stealth skills to stalk them into the dead of night, giving them their own little Show once he finds them alone. And after one puts on a grand show, one needs a good meal. His meal is also taken from those he makes his prey, in the literal sense.

However its often adults who frown on him this way. And the flesh of a full grown animal is just not that pleasing to the taste buds. They are filthy and vile and judging. To be honest they just upset his stomach even more. Its the younger ones that give him the real sweet treat he craves. Using the lure of the magnificent and strange that was engraved into him since birth, Virgil can bring in and wandering child to meet their fates as his next meal. Then he can truly enjoy the pureness that gives his stomach the fulfilled feeling it needs.

WEAPONS:
Virgil has a black, 7 foot long whip at his side at all times. The handle is black with teal ribbon wrapped around it to work as a better grip. On the end of the handle there is a sharp, black, metal claws sticking out. At the end og his whip is a black chain that leads to a a spear like pointed tip, silver in color.

TECHNIQUES:
Name: Draconi Morsu (the dragon bite)
Type: Offensive
Cost: Low
Range: Medium
Description: Anywhere from 1 to 10 balls of flaming violet masses form around Virgil. They don't have much power put into them and do not travel that fast but are good for attacking in number even though they don't always have the best of aim. He can also make them take on different shapes which he often doesn't use in battle but instead in his magic shows.


Name: Draconi Flamma (the dragon flame)
Type: Offensive
Cost: medium
Range: short-long
Description: Summoning up the power of his beast, Virgil surrounds his hand in what seems to be a violet flame of his magic. He can release this in blast that it larger than those of Draconi Morsu, acting much more like a combination of its blasts, ranging anywhere to 5 feet to teen feet in diameter. Or he can choose to center the power in his arm and down his whip and use it to make his strength greater.


Name: Draconi Ala (the dragon wings)
Type: Defensive
Cost: High
Range: close/medium
Description: Virgil summons two black dragon like wings from the ground. They wrap around him like a barrier, fending off most attacks that may come from the outside. Once Virgil deems it ready the wings suddenly open up, releasing a wave of what looks like violet flames which are really no more than energy ment to push his enemy back a way should he need to make a run for an escape.


Name: Draconi Accita (the summoned dragon)
Type: Offensive
Cost: High
Range: medium/long
Description: Virgil summons up from the depths of hell a dragon nearly 30 feet tall with wings of violet flames and dark red scales that seem to be made up of some type of hard metal with foot long claws and spikes down it back wich grow to nearly two feet at its tail. He can either let his dragon attack physically or allow it to breath out a blast similliar to that of Draconi Flamma though faster in speed and in power. This is a very taxing ability and can usually only be used for a short time before Virgil risks draining himself, on average two to three posts depending on how drained he may be

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HISTORY:
Virgil was born to an acrobat mother and a contortion artist father. They both traveled lovingly along with the circus across the United States when circuses were first being introduced to the country. It was fascinating and a sight everyone wanted to lay eyes on. As to be expected, Virgil was raised by a majority of the performers. Many would entertain him during the day with their tricks and as he got older they began to teach him. By the time he was seven he was already performing small feat with his mother.

While he was in different towns he would play with the children who had seen him the night before, showing off to them during whatever game they found to play. It was perfect for him. He never had to worry about having fake friends who would talk about him or at least not that he knew of, because the next day he would be gone, traveling along with with large makeshift family to the next town they were to perform in.

Even into his teenage years he found himself easily getting along with people his age. He noticed though that he looked different from a lot of the boys he found to run around with. His was never very muscular and his hair was long and silky like a girls. Most of the time he wouldn't even take his show make up off because it was so much of a hassle. He really tended to look like a lot of the girls that cooed over him. They always called him pretty, always saying they were jealous of him and it took him a while to realize exactly why. He was a lot prettier than most of them.

This began to effect him more and more. He would see people staring, overhear little comments. They had been a lot nicer when he was just an adorable kid. Now they were calling him a freak. They were telling each other that he wasn't normal. They would glance at him and make little faces they thought he wouldn't notice. But he did. And they were beginning to bother him.

It was just a small child that pushed him past his limit. He was relaxing outside of his tent one night. A small child he had seen earlier on in the night was walking around by himself for whatever reason. Th little boy looked over his way and his face little up. "You're that lady! The one who did all those weird tricks! he gasped cheerfully in the most pure intentions. Just prior to that though he had overheard a good conversation by a group of women. They had said he was doomed to a life as a weirdo by being out in a place like the circus at such a young age. How dare they! They had no idea the happy life he had out with his family! So the boy would find himself in a horrible situation.

With the swiftness and skill he had been taught since he was able to walk, Virgil launched himself into the air, coming down on the boy with his hands out like claws. He didn't fully realize what he was doing when he tackled the boy to the ground, hands around his tiny, fragile neck. But before he knew it those arms that were flailing fell down to the dirt below and everything got quiet. Instantly Virgil let go, pushing off the ground as he shuffled backward, sitting there on the ground and looking at what he had done. His eyes were wide with shock and panic and he could feel his heart racing. What was he going to do?!

He picked up the small body, hiding it the best he could in his coat and running off toward the pen where the circus kept their animals. The minute he entered the familiar lions roared as if giving him a sign. That was how he was going to make this okay! No one would find a thing!

He threw the boy into the cage with the hungry beast and in a spray of blood he was ripped to shreds. A piece flew from the cage, landing right at Virgil's feet. He looked at it in horror before looking up to watch the king cats feeding on the same flesh so happily. He looked down again and something in the back of his mind just shut off. He reached down, gingerly picking up the meaty wad, slowly raising it to his nose. He sniffed it before opening his mouth just slightly, taking the smallest of bites. In that moment a new part of him woke up that would change him forever.

He seemed to be a lot calmer than he had been for the past few years. No one really knew why but they accepted it. Virgil was a teenager after all. He was bound to go through that phase of insecurity. They all had growing up before they realized there was nothing wrong with them. This was where they belonged.

What no one knew that every few towns or so, Virgil was finding himself a new meal. He would go into the town at night. In the back allies a poor unfortunate orphaned soul was not hard to find. He was a professional with magic by now. Luring them in was no problem. And he was much slicker with his killing as this continued. At first he had continued to choke them. Then he had used a knife. Now he knew well enough that a drug that wasn't hard to get when no one knew your name was a good idea to render his prey unconscious before painlessly slicing them up. What he didn't want for himself he continued to give to the lion. Not everything was something he wanted to eat. There was good and bad meat just like any other creature.

It got to the point that Virgil was spending much more time practicing his hunting skills than practicing is show. One night up on the high wire he was performing with the woman who had replaced his mother some years back when she had aged. IT was a routine he had done dozens of time. Even still when the woman leaped up for him to catch, his feet slipped, both of them were sent plummeting to the hard ground below.

AFTERLIFE:
The next thing Virgil knew he was waking up in an empty feeling space. He looked around and instantly knew that he was no longer in his circus. It hit him that he had fallen. From that he concluded that he was dead. And this place...what was this place?

Just as he was asking himself that, he felt jaws clamp around his body, his own blood filling his mouth as his eyes faded to black. What was this?!

Virgil again found himself waking up. He took in a deep breath, feeling around his body. There was no trace of anything he remembered. He looked around, finding himself in a firey plain. It was a hellish looking place. Then it dawned on him. This was Hell.

Virgil began to figure things out. He just had to survive. That was a lot harder than it sounded though. He was killed a number of times he couldn't even count anymore. But each time he got stronger. Then came a time that he was able to kill those that had cut him down before. And it was easy! He was truly becoming strong. Among the strongest!

He had thought that at least. It was then that he came upon Pleonexia. The man was suffocating to be around, even to him. Virgil was preparing for yet another awful death and rebirth but instead found himself offering up his own services. He was still a talented performer. A sin he had heard be called Greed were surely want his own one man show to show off. And so he became the man's pet.

When the gates of hell opened up, Virgil was among the first that wanted to be free of the prison that had trapped all the togabito. He went to the human world. It had changed drastically, though some things remained the same. Everyone still loved a good show and everyone still talked. Even the children were talking now. And that was when Virgil picked up on his old hobby, realizing how much he had missed the taste of pure human flesh. He never wanted to go back to hell ever again.



RP SAMPLE:
((I have others I know but...I'm mean ewe))
"Come see the magic! Gaze in Wonder! Let your mind let you believe in things that you will see!" Virgil called out to the passing crowd of people. He was standing on the back of a bench, balancing perfectly with skill obvious of that of some one who was trained to do so. He spread his arm out wide, letting the those who walked around him gaze with a bit of curiosity. The lean male spun around on the thin surface of the wood. Just one slip and he'd be sent crashing to a painfully landed. However he kept perfect balance that never faltered just like his smile. When he came to a stop, he brought his closed hand up to his mouth, appearing to breathe out a small blast of violet flames, which were really just a use of his own powers. Nonetheless it got the attention he wanted. Suddenly people were stopping in their commutes to watch him, especially those with children.

"Now that I have your attention, may I ask for you to watch very closely?!" he smiled sweetly, tilting his head in a cartoon-like manner. He reached into his pocket, pulling out what seemed to be nothing more than a drawing of a hat, leaving many confused eyes. Dragging his hand over the paper he proved them right. Then in a flash there was another burst of the violet fire and as it faded out a regular sized violet top hat was revealed. Already the children were clapping for him, their parents not really saying anything but still looking as if they were trying to figure him out. Too bad they never would. Hey had more than just illusions to base magic off of.

"I'm going to need a volunteer! Anyone up for it?" Almost immediately each child through their hands up, wanting to be party of Virgil's little street show. And virgil looked over them carefully with his deep crimson eyes, looking for just the right one. ah there! "You right there! Please come assist me would you?" oddly enough he was pointing to the one girl that didn't raise her hand. She was clinging toghtly to her mother who was giving Virgil a rather nasty look like she didn't approve of him. That was exactly why he chose the little girl. Like mother like daughter. She was probably standing there judging him.

Reluctantly tje girl let go of her mother's skirt, stepping forward through the crowd of jealous children. When she reached the bench, Virgil pushed off lightly with his foot, landing on the seat part of the bench. "Reach in and tell me if there's anything in my hat please?" He leaned forward, placing one hand upon his hip as the other offered the hat upside down to the girl. She didn't do anything for a moment, looking rather scared of the darkness inside the hat, but she looked up to see a reassuring smile from Virgil. Slowly she reached inside, feeling around. "Anything there?" Virgil asked in a kind voice. The small child pulled her hand out, shaking her head as a silent no. "Oh? Is that so?"

Virgil stood up straight again, reaching down into his hat, seeming to search for something. He was certainly having a hard time finding. Maybe the hat really was empty. Oh no wait... "Ah here we are!" He pulled his hand out, suddenly holding a fragile, violet rose with a glowing aura around it. He leaned down again, presenting it to the young girl who stared in wonder at the pretty flower. Just as she was reaching out to take it though Virgil tossed his hat up into the air, ow using that hand to smash the flower between his palms, leaving her to jump back. Wehn his hands parted nothing was left but a small roar of violet fire in the girl's face.

The was a loud scream followed by cries as the girl ran back to her mother who gave him a scornful look along with pretty much every adult around. Though the children who had originally been infatuated with him were even more in awe. His magic was truly amazing! He just needed to find that one child that frowned. They'd meet again some time soon.~

CLASS/LEVEL:
AV-3

STATS:
Class/level: AV-3
HAN: 10
REI: 13
HAK:12
SEI: 14
BUK:11
HOH: 10
Points Earned: 0
Total points: 70

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