Post by Kiyameru Kurakunaru on Mar 3, 2013 12:33:06 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/pN4s1.png); -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; padding: 10px; border: #181818 solid 10px; ] Ddifa Hynafol sex: male | sexual orientation: Pansexual | race: Togabito ALIASES: The Devourer, Guddio [Disguise] AGE: 812 AGE OF APPEARANCE: 50 RANK: Sin; Gluttony. The Look of Hunger THE DEVOURER "Through you I am born." ~The Darkness FACE CLAIM: Street Fighter - Akuma HEIGHT: 6'7" WEIGHT: 310 lbs. APPEARANCE: Ddifa is of welsh decent, though different from all the rest. His hair was naturally blood-red and his skin always had the the dark tone, something no Welshman had. His eyes now are glowing red with white pupils. Before, he had bright blue eyes and small pupils. He has a broad jaw as well as entire body. When he was mortal, he stood at 5'11" by the time he was an adult. Ever since entering hell, he grew to 6'7" and gained incredible muscle mass. BRIEF PERSONALITY Once you know me, I'll EAT you. "Human flesh is porky meat!" ~Berserker Darkling LIKES: -Ever since he was a human, he enjoyed the taste of human flesh. He would in fact eat anything fleshy and full of blood, even a togabito. Though he mostly enjoys real humans. DISLIKES: -When a meal gets wasted. NEGATIVE TRAITS: -The hugest glutton to be known. POSITIVE TRAITS: -Excellent at Physical Combat EXTRAS: Ddifa has a preference for females to be Western of decent. Other than that, his mouth can open past the normal width, up to 9 inches in width. WEAPONRY/POWERS THE POWER TO DEVOUR quote or lyrics here; not too long WEAPONS: Ddifa carries around a great sword of demonic decent. It is red and has a gold hue to the silver edge. Some parts of it are golden. It possesses the ability to 'devour' blood by absorbing it into the blade. This allows Ddifa to satisfy his hunger to a small extent per person having their blood "devoured" by the blade. There is no special gain from this otherwise. Only blood on the blade can be "devoured" unless the person was killed, then Ddifa may stab them with the blade and ultimately satisfy his hunger to a moderate degree instead of minor. TECHNIQUES: For: Sealed TRUE FORM: description: Ddifa becomes a gigantic beast that stands at a solid 10 feet, doubling his normal weight to over 600 lbs. He grows a purplish-blue main as well as curved horns. His teeth become elongates and generally protrude from his mouth. His four main canine teeth are much more elongated and sharpened, similar to that of an oni's. His hands are very broad and turn into muscle-filled claws with a 400 pound grip. His wrists grow a similar-colored ring of hair, like wrist-manes. His legs become hind legs, much more bent than a werewolve's. He has a salamander-like tail with mass amounts of muscle inside. The definition of his muscle has increased, and his eyes have become black with white pupils. His only piece of cloathing is his bottom, blue robe-like cloth-wrap. In his resting position, it appears as if he is 7'11". He has wings similar to that of a bat's except for a thicker appearance and more defined bone structure. The wings are matted with scales. He appears to be the mixture of a bull and lion with a pair of scaled bat wings.Between his hand and wrist-manes, he wears golden bracelets with diamonds in a pattern of cardinal directions. His feet are claw-like with brown tips. They are also much broader than before. His skin has toughened, so he has no need for sandals. The ability he carries is the obvious ability to devour. How he devours is what is unique. In order to satisfy his hunger, he must inject his finger into the victim's corpse and drain the blood. He sucks it in, his mouth acting as a vacuum and only carrying the blood into his mouth, the form going from liquid to a mist. The secondary form of devouring is by using the same art of mouth-vacuum and sucking in multiple corpses at once. Due to his need for devouring, he has an unsatisfied hunger constantly. The less he is satisfied, the more angry he gets. He may substitute corpses for any supplement such as mass amounts of food or already-prepared barrels of blood. type: Physical Combat, Absorption stat upgrades: Hankou +2, Hakudo +3, Seijuu +1, Bukijuu +3, Hoho +1 techniques: For: True Form Name: Haearn Esgyrn [Iron Bone] Type: Defensive Cost: Moderate-Heavy Range: None Description: The True Form adaptation of Manifest Esgyrn. The protection is much more heavy, but infused into the skin, making a hide much stronger than Manifest Esgyrn. Though it doesn't act as a second wall, it is much stronger and may protect against sharp and blunt objects. It is highly resistant against major falls and will allow him to fall from the top of a building onto the ground with only a minor disorientation for a brief moment. This lasts for 8 posts with a 12 post cooldown. For: True Form Name: Streic Paratoi [Preparation Strike] Type: Offensive Cost: Moderate Range: Mid-Range Description: Ddifa builds up heat within his stomach while protecting his innards with reishi. The heat is from his stomach acids being accelerated at the molecular level, causing them to boil. The gas builds up and he releases the acidic mist from his mouth, covering a 30 foot radius infront of him. The mist only causes minor burns when it touches the skin directly. Due to its acidic nature, the eyes may burn as well, blurring vision. When Haearn Esgyrn is activated, Ddifa may walk through it perfectly fine. This has a 7 post cooldown. The mist remains in place for 2 posts. For: True Form Name: Yn Barrod I Gwledd [Ready for Feasting] Type: Offensive Cost: Heavy Range: Close-Range Description: Hardening his skin around his monstrous hands, he condenses all of his power into one or two devastating blows, further increasing the power of the attack if he had consumed blood or someone in general. When Haearn Esgyrn is active, he may harden the hide and manifest more defined claws. Haearn Esgyrn, if activated before, increases the devastating power of Yn Barrod I Gwledd is increased by a slight amount. This is a one time use during True Form and acts as the main devastating, last-resort attack in his arsenal. |
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"All we ask for is satisfaction." ~Dark Alessa
HISTORY:
Human life, it is so fruitful. Especially the sweet taste of flesh, that was most definitely fruity. Sometimes the fruity ones tasted like tropical fruit, the men tasting like mangos and the women tasting like passion fruit. Their blood was always sweet, but who could know how to treasure such a thing immediately? Who could realize the value of flesh and blood as a child?
Not a child raised by Ddifa's parents. He took up the name Ddifa to cover his real name, Guddio. It was a lost and forgotten name, no supernatural being would remember it as his true name. Either they haven't existed long enough or they don't really have a way to know. Guddio was known for pranks and deception, always causing two to enter turmoil. The thing was, a lost quality of his was persuasiveness. This was during his 'innocent' years. He always enjoyed the site of turmoil, the site of torture and demise.
But the one taste he never placed upon his tongue, was flesh. No, for the first two decades of life he was nothing but a child of trickery. Surprisingly, he didn't favor meat like he did in the present. No, he satisfied the want for dealing pain. This was sexually sadistic, more so being a sadist purely for humor. Fights and bone-cracking, always a beautiful display of his words twisting minds. But he wasn't forever going to get away with it. His secretly-cannibal parents shipped him off to a monastery where he would atone for his sins. His sins were not of gluttony, but greed. He actually enjoyed satisfying his humor, using material events and objects to do so.
The fact was, he didn't discover the wonders of gluttony. Not yet, anyways. The monks taught him the virtues of the Consecro, though they were not part of the religious organization. The monks contained a former member of the organization, whom had broke off in order to run the monastery. It was not meant to create proxies or guardians, but to teach the virtues of the Consecro. The monks saw the darkness within his heart and attempted to save him, to purify him of his demons. But no amount of teachings could ever wipe away at the shroud of darkness resting inside him. For such a devious man, he held such a hunger. It was invisible to him at first, but it existed.
This want to feed took a long time to form, always being delayed by the constant forced revelations, always having his mind impaled by the pure presence of true enlightenment. Guddio showed promise, at least, but false promise. His potential was true, but his intention on how to use it was not. His self-thought lead him to loose a grip on his sanity. The very fore-brain that held ideals and enlightenment rottened, figuratively. It corrupted by the very misleading thoughts he produced in his own mind. Eventually, he entered a frenzy, raving about the man and constant philosophies based off of ignorantly strung together, misconcepted lessons.
A monk finally caught him after years of hidden ravings, noticing the change in his mind set. The monk was actually his mentor that favored the boy, seeing the most promise in him no matter how false it was. When he walked into the room where Guddio sat, he was met by a sinister laugh. When the monk approached the psychotic Guddio, he turned around and knocked the man to his feet, combat-mounting him and wrapping his fingers around his throat. Guddio first began to choke the life out of the monk, raving about sacrifice and how human flesh is the key to power. What Guddio didn't realize, was it was true. But not in a way he saw it as, more so the way of coincidence. Beginning to claw out the throat of the monk, blood stained his hands.
As the monk's blood flowed across the floor, Guddio began licking the blood from his fingers. His pupils dialated and he began feasting upon the body, ripping the corpse limb from limb. He riddled the room with crimson, spraying the area with it. For the next several minutes, he devoured the organs of his victim, entering a blurred state of mind. He only muttered, the affects of cannibalism taking its affect due to the initial feast. Dragging his feet, he blacked out, waking to a shinigami and several mutilated and obviously fed upon corpses around him. The shinigami lifted his blade, arcing it down and slashing with great fury. Blood flowed from his torso, hemorraghe bringing him to the last moments of his life. His last words before being dragged to hell consisted of raves about becoming god-like.
When he finally awoke in hell, his true demonic nature showed. All he could consider was feasting, no state of mind was present. No virtue remained, he was only a machine built for feeding. This was the way of a weaker togabito, something so primal, so beastial compared to the way it used to be. He could not think about anything other than feasting. It wasn't as literal as a basic hollow, because he did voice opinions and did think for himself to a certain degree, but his hungry always easily overcame him. No sense of control over himself, only moments of such, he felt as if he had succumbed to the sin of gluttony. The sins that came to be at that time had filled the positions. He could not evolve, not yet. He needed to feed on something far beyond a fathomable power. His target was not just for hunger, but for victory and dominance. This target was in fact the current Sin of Gluttony. This togabito was a ruthless woman who fed not on the blood of man, but the blood of other togabito, the blood of hollow and that of shinigami. The gates of hell weren't open for her as a togabito herself, but she did previously feed on hollow and shinigami before she was sent to hell.
This woman was nameless, only wanting to be referred to by her rank; Gluttony. Guddio spent endless days as a nameless togabito, always coming out on top. When Gluttony approached him to make him her pet, he refused and bit off her arm. Devouring the arm, he grew into a gigantic beast with mighty wings and horns, a great jaw and a massive amount of muscle mass. Gluttony too turned into a beast, but one not as mighty or tall. Gripping the head of Gluttony's true form, he smash it, licking the blood from his hands. He could taste the sweet velvet, feeling much more ecstatic feelings than ever before. No human or regular, primal togabito could match such a degree of flavor. It was the only thing that could go beyond the peak of his hunger. This raised standards beyond what they were. All he could do was engage in a frenzy of mutilation and cannibalism, tearing the sin one chunk of flesh at a time. Once Guddio finished his meal, he was confronted by a sin, the current Pride whom would be replaced later on.
When asked his name, he only gave an alias of sorts. Switching this alias and his real name, he was now Ddifa Hynafol. He decided that since the gates of hell were sealed, he would be receded and just devour the meager-level-in-satisfaction Togabito. When the gates finally opened, all he could do was think about the possibilities of finally tasting the one thing equal to or better than Gluttony.
RP SAMPLE:
Nothing satisfies the hunger I have, nothing fulfills the taste I crave. That sin was the most sweet and satisfying meal I have ever tasted. I want more... My mommy, Mother of Fate, bless me with a gift of tasteful prey... Ddifa wanted to be satisfied. He wanted the taste of something as delicious and sweet as a sin or even greater. He was greedy with hunger, but he couldn't match the amount of greed the respectful sin held. He was all about devouring, about feasting. He couldn't resist it sometimes, even compelled to devour his pets. Only pets that helped satisfy him could survive, or ones he saw as something that peaked his interest which distracted him from the hunger being directed towards them. All he could imagine was the flesh entering his mouth, grinding between each moler-like tooth and squirting the blood across his face and inside his mouth. The marrow from bone was just a delicious little treat, always in limited amounts. It was like a sirloin fillet, except not covered in Bernaise and wrapped in bacon. Though if a pet would do such for him, he'd be pleased.
He stood on top of the Karakura Highschool, where kids ate lunch and conversed. He laughed, just wondering about their foolishness, how could they ignore the Sin of Gluttony? No, this was someone who was too great in power to be seen. Balancing on top of the fence, he jumped down, breaking the ground slightly. Everyone backed up in fear, some screaming from shock. Gripping a student by his shirt, he jumped off the building and onto a lower one. He preceeded to continue this practice until reaching the alleyways. Stereotypically, he devoured the student within the alleyways, allowing his blood to flow gloriously. He watched himself paint the brick walls and assorted objects.
Wild patterns layered themselves, eventually drying and staining the alley. Dragging his feet, he left disappointed. Human flesh was always golden, but it never beat the first time. He loved humans, especially when they were fat and plump...Italians especially. Americans were second place for perfect taste when it came to the standards of mortal flesh. The lowest on the list had been the one and only Africans of the developing nations. Hispanics in South America were also horrendous in taste, never appealing to him. Alas, he could not resist when he eventually became hungry enough.
It wasn't life or death, but rather sanity or insanity. As Ddifa peered around the area, he decided to viciously climb the building, alerting many people by the random damage in the buildings. They couldn't see him, so it was even more alarming by the oddity tht he had caused. When he was on top of the building, he sighed, his stomach grumbling. Feeling a presence nearby, he noticed that his next meal had come. He eagerly turned around, swinging his body into the motion. A shinigami had been standing before him, trembling at the sight of what had taken a moment to be noticed as a sin. In a simple, cliche form of escaping, the shinigami hastefully used shunpo to move himself quite a ways away. Ddifa only grinned devilishly, only thinking of this as a game. Hmmm....Cat and Mouse time, eh? Only makes it more fun, his fear really will season his bones and flesh. His brain must be most tasteful.
He, in one large step, propelled himself forward, following the shinigami. He new he couldn't catch up, but he also knew the shinigami couldn't use shunpo forever. Casting himself upon the the shinigami once he became tired, he just stood over top of him. Ddifa watched, inspecting the shinigami's body so he could conclude how he was going to kill and devour him. "They call me the Devourer....Sin of Gluttony. What should I do? pluck your fingers off one by one and crunch and grind them between my teeth? Sque-e-eze your arms and crush your bones and make them self-mutilate with only my pressure to assist? Or should I take you out in one go, tearing you limb from limb, saving your cranium for last? Too many to choose from...I should've stopped at the first and saved the last for afterwards. his voice was rough and echoed with a dark tone. He gripped the hand of the dominated shinigami, already damaging the bone within, he used his teeth to rip his fingers from his hands, grinding the bone into rice-sized fragments with assorted bits of flesh remaining and smallowing it.
The shinigami screamed in agony as blood continued to flow from the missing slots in his hand. Ddifa proceeded to continue to pluck finger after finger with his teeth. His wicked smile revealed the blood-stained teeth which had plucked these fingers, his eyes bulging from excitement. The agony was like a Maestro making music just for his ears. He stared down at the boy, gripping his arms and tightly squeezing, causing flesh to tear and bone to crumble, blood flowing from the cracks in the fleshy surface. Bone protruded from the boy's arm, eventually being crushed and broken down into many fragments. The boy was a resilient one, still holding onto his last breath. Ddifa stepped it up a notch, stabbing his monstrous hand into the abdomen of his prey, almost forcing him into to two. After pulling back his hand, the shinigami turned pale, moments away from dying. "Don't worry, every bite will definitely stimulate you..." he thrusted his head down into the arms of the shinigami, viciously feasting upon them.
He made sure every time he ate, it was a non vital area. But for the past few minutes, the shinigami was dead from bleeding out and the sin couldn't even notice it. Looking strangely at the corpse with much curiousity, he felt somewhat a disappointment with how the boy died. He was quickly able to get over this by relieving his hunger for a short while with the sirloin-equivalent flesh of his. Ddifa slurped out the blood and made sure he only took bites and didn't swallow down a hole part of something. Savoring the flavor, he was able to increase satisfaction. Once only a pool of blood was left, he began trying to slurp up what he could. I need....MORE...
CLASS/LEVEL:
EL-1
STATS:
HAN: 21 [+2 True Form]
REI: 16
HAK: 21 [+3 True Form]
SEI: 14 [+1 True Form]
BUK: 14 [+3 True Form]
HOH: 19 [+1 True Form]
Points Earned: 0
Total points: 105
OCC
WHO ARE YOU?
"WELCOME TO WHOSE LINE IS IT ANYWAY!" ~Drew Carrey
CBOX/OOC NAME:
Ira
OTHER CHARACTERS:
Ezekiel Hibana
Kiyameru Kunakunaru
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