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Post by Beelzebub on Aug 2, 2013 9:03:11 GMT -5
First Things First...
"We both know where this ends. One of us dies."
...BEELZEBUB ...
"We both know where this ends. One of us dies."
...BEELZEBUB ...
The Basics...
"Whatever you decide, decide. Both feet in or both feet out."
Name: Beelzebub (vessel: Rupert Thomas III)
Nicknames: Mr. B (amongst demons: Lord of the Flies)
Gender: Male
Age/DOB: 405 (vessel: 34) December 9, 1608 (vessel: May 15, 1979)
Occupation: Crossroads Demon
Member Group: Demon
Playby: James McAvoy
In Depth...
"It's not about fault. It's about will."
Likes: A "square" deal, Classic English Literature, Absinthe, Manners, Classical Music, and quiet contemplation.
Dislikes: Abaddon, demons loyal to Fallen Angels, rudeness, angels, and hunters.
Dreams: Beelzebub aspires to become the next King of the Crossroads.
Strengths/Special Abilities: As a crossroad demon, Beelzebub is a master manipulator. He claims to have had a way with words during his mortal lifetime which has aided him in his demonic pursuits. Like all crossroad demons he possesses the ability to warp reality in order to grant the wishes of his victims. Also, He was known to torment victims by summoning massive swarms of flies. His other abilities include: Possession, Demonic Strength, Teleportation, Immortality, and Invulnerability (although this does not apply to common demon weaknesses such as holy water, exorcism, etc.) Beelzebub is also fluent in many languages to include: English, Latin, French, German, Greek, Hebrew, Italian, Spanish, Aramaic, Arabic, and Syriac.
Weaknesses: Devil’s Traps, Salt, Holy Water, Iron, Palo Santo, Flesh Sigils, Holy Fire, and Purified Blood.
Personality (At least 2 paragraphs): Mr. B presents a sort of confident nonchalance not typical amongst the aggressive and blatantly arrogant members of his species. He considers himself a gentleman (despite his nature) and chooses physically attractive vessels to compliment his charming personality. It should come as no surprise that he has little trouble making deals with human females, but they are in no way the primary source of his soul collection.
Beelzebub is a self proclaimed “master manipulator,” and prides himself on having successful bargained for the soul of an unnamed pope. His charming demeanor does well in hiding an extremely cunning and methodical mind. Even those who claim to know him best wonder where his allegiance truly lies.
Family and Contacts...
"I realize that the only way we've made it through all this is by hanging together."
Siblings: Anne, Christopher, Sara, and Tabitha (vessel: None)
Important others: None.
Character History...
"I was gonna say you look like you'd seen a ghost, but you'd probably be stoked."
Throughout his schooling, he wrote a series of compositions and began to study the classical languages of Greek and Latin. He was of an extremely studious sort and would often study diligently until the early hours of the morning. Throughout his education and the years following, he accumulated quite a body of work that were none too popular. His ideologies bordered on what would be considered heresy during that time, and he seemed to attract more criticism than praise.
Frustration can often lead men to take drastic steps, and Beelzebub was no different. Over the years, rumors would occasionally surface about other worldly solutions to life's everyday problems. So, with hands trembling in fear and anticipation, he stood at the crossroads holding a box containing the appropriate spell components. Needless to say, the events of that night changed everything.
At the low price of his mortal soul, his next literary endeavor was a huge success. He would live on forever through his art. It's funny how wonderful things are until the hellhounds come howling. Those final violent moments always managed to show one the error of their ways. Unfortunately, there were no refunds.
The particulars as to how a human becomes a demon are a bit redundant. So, in summary, he was on the rack being tormented. Then, he was off the rack tormenting. Considering the fact that he was of a relatively nonviolent nature in life, he excelled at his new position. His innovative use of insects in his torture earned him the title "Lord of the Flies" from his associates as well as an elevation in status to crossroads demon.
It seemed that bargaining people out of their souls was what his afterlife had been missing. It was mind boggling how readily humans would part with their immortal essence for trivial things (pot meet kettle). As a crossroads demon, Beelzebub had one mission...souls. So, he was relatively unaffected by the regime changes and struggles for power that never seemed to end within the circles of hell. He was perfectly content in his present role with few aspirations for higher office, but that would all change soon enough.
There came a day when the King of the Crossroads became the King of Hell, and demons of every rank took notice. Thus far, demons had only ruled as a proxy for Lucifer, and it was a proud day for any demon who took pride in his or her work. Beelzebub certainly took pride in his work. Suddenly, the possibilities seemed endless, and aspirations for power began to worm their way into his mind. It seemed you didn't need to be an puppet to wield true power.
So, when the angels feel and Crowley was dethroned, Beelzebub began to formulate a plan of sorts. Having no love for Abaddon, he seeks to be rid of her, but he knows that he has no chance of facing her alone. So, he seeks Crowley. If any demon is cunning enough to usurp the last Knight of Hell, it is the former student of the first demon. With Crowley back on the throne, it's only logical that he would see fit to award Beelzebub the title of King of the Crossroads. So, with a solid plan in tact, he diligently scours the globe in search of Crowley; accumulating any allies he can along the way.
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OOC Information...
"Well, no visible signs of douchery, I'll give you that."
Name: Shawn
RP experience: I am a product of the old Role Playing chat rooms from the mid 90s to the early 2000s on servers like Yahoo, AOL, and Pirch32. I was out of the game for a while, until I joined a Firefly roleplaying message board. Activity seems to be dwindling there, and I love Supernatural. So, I figured....why not?
Other Characters: None
RP Sample: (The Sample I provided is from the Firefly website I rp at) Peresphone...a place of opportunity. Having served aboard a garbage barge for the better part of six months, Praetor was looking for a new start. He had parted ways with his previous crew under a hail of thinly veiled guilt trips. After all, they had pulled his pod out of the black mere moments after the life support had gone critical. A thousand expressions of heartfelt gratitude later, he walked down the ramp of the barge and never looked back.
Informing the captain of departure intentions a month in advance had been used as a means to avoid lengthy goodbyes. Obviously, this plan had failed miserably because it was already midday. The afternoon sun beat down on Praetor's bare shoulders. He welcomed the brief departure from the cold vacuum of space. A benign breeze and the proximity of space craft in various stages of powering up or down caused the temperature to rise dramatically. The name of today's game was beating the heat.
Praetor had by now relaxed his dress as much as possible. He opted to go shirtless with his coverall top down and his shirt hanging lazily from a back pocket. A lightly packed seabag rested on one of his broad shoulders. The bag which may have once been olive drab now teetered somewhere between yellow and bleach stain; making the leather gun belt and holstered Winchester Mare's Leg all the more apparent.
Sweat glimmered on his skin as he paused amongst the throng of people moving amongst the ships on various forms of business. He always wore a bandana tied around his left forearm which he used presently to wipe the sweat from his brow. It was time to get down to business. "Find a ship. Get off this rock." The thought danced through his mind for what seemed like the millionth time that day. (we require 250 words or more, so please give us a good sample)
