Post by hadoland on Jan 27, 2009 15:28:20 GMT -7
General Information
Name: Hadoland Daimon
Nickname: W.e
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Human
Profession: God
Personality
One Word to Describe Your Character: Cold
Likes: Solitude (friends are an exception), Nature, Ice (with SOME sign of life), Humans(to some extent), Flowers.
Dislikes: Demons, company, wastelands and fire.
Strengths: Brilliant tactical mind, excellent fitness, merciless, strong willed and an excellent swimmer.
Weaknesses: Sometimes acts without thinking, fire and a bit shy.
Side: Good
Detailed Personality Description: Hadoland is an unusually cold being to others, some even including the few friends he has, the fact is, he just doesn't enjoy company all that much. Warming up to people seems absolutely impossible to others, some may even say that ice chills his very blood stream. However, don't take it that he'll leave a fellow friend to die. Hadoland is very protective over his few friends, though he may be a bit shy to admitting to it.
He acts before he thinks, constantly. It honestly just doesn't occur to him to put some thought into things before acting, though his decisions will definitely be thought-fueled when it comes to combat or anything important then again, for him most things aren't except for matters of life and death. Of course, he won't admit doing so often, he claims that his decisions are always thought through.
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History It all started about six months ago, a demon ice god ruled over a remote part of feudal japan with an unjust iron fist. His first son, though the most quiet of the family was never evil as his father was, though he led him to think so. The sun rose, and the dawn of a new day began, the people cried out to the heavens to rid them of the curse that was hadoland's father, and, an answer was sent, his very own son. He listen to their cries, and pleas for assistance, though he hated company and being surrounded by people, even his cold heart was touched by this story. A long journey to his fathers palace commenced, day after day of endless walking through a barren area of ice and snow. Finally, the mountain on which his father resided on loomed into view. It was a wretched site, completely frozen, devoid of life, it seemed to freeze his very heart even further, it even seemed to block out the light of day. He scarcely believed he had to climb such a monstrosity of nature, but, reluctantly, he did.
Two days, two whole days, it took just climbing the face of the mountain, when finally, the gleaming ice palace. A knock could be heard from the inside at the door, the servants rushed to answer, to be greeted by the first born. "I wish to speak with father". Uttered the man, more as a command than a request, slowly the many servants lead him up the stairs, through the many halls up to the throne room. Entering the massive room his eyes lay, for the first time, upon his father. He spoke with him, asking him to ease his hold on the good people. It was futile, his mind would not be changed, but, if words would not, then actions, will. A sole icicle, formed in his icy clutches. "I tried to reason with you", Were the last words the old king ever heard. Going back to the people, he told the story of how the previous king was slain, they praised him, even offered to let him stay among them. He refused, he wanted to explore the world in solitude, and so he has, for the past six months, he has.
Detailed Personal History:
The Word? Autoimmune
Name: Hadoland Daimon
Nickname: W.e
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Human
Profession: God
Personality
One Word to Describe Your Character: Cold
Likes: Solitude (friends are an exception), Nature, Ice (with SOME sign of life), Humans(to some extent), Flowers.
Dislikes: Demons, company, wastelands and fire.
Strengths: Brilliant tactical mind, excellent fitness, merciless, strong willed and an excellent swimmer.
Weaknesses: Sometimes acts without thinking, fire and a bit shy.
Side: Good
Detailed Personality Description: Hadoland is an unusually cold being to others, some even including the few friends he has, the fact is, he just doesn't enjoy company all that much. Warming up to people seems absolutely impossible to others, some may even say that ice chills his very blood stream. However, don't take it that he'll leave a fellow friend to die. Hadoland is very protective over his few friends, though he may be a bit shy to admitting to it.
He acts before he thinks, constantly. It honestly just doesn't occur to him to put some thought into things before acting, though his decisions will definitely be thought-fueled when it comes to combat or anything important then again, for him most things aren't except for matters of life and death. Of course, he won't admit doing so often, he claims that his decisions are always thought through.
Appearance
Image:
Overall Description:
- Eye Color: Midnight blue
- Hair Color: Midnight blue
- Weight: 210 lbs
- Height:
History It all started about six months ago, a demon ice god ruled over a remote part of feudal japan with an unjust iron fist. His first son, though the most quiet of the family was never evil as his father was, though he led him to think so. The sun rose, and the dawn of a new day began, the people cried out to the heavens to rid them of the curse that was hadoland's father, and, an answer was sent, his very own son. He listen to their cries, and pleas for assistance, though he hated company and being surrounded by people, even his cold heart was touched by this story. A long journey to his fathers palace commenced, day after day of endless walking through a barren area of ice and snow. Finally, the mountain on which his father resided on loomed into view. It was a wretched site, completely frozen, devoid of life, it seemed to freeze his very heart even further, it even seemed to block out the light of day. He scarcely believed he had to climb such a monstrosity of nature, but, reluctantly, he did.
Two days, two whole days, it took just climbing the face of the mountain, when finally, the gleaming ice palace. A knock could be heard from the inside at the door, the servants rushed to answer, to be greeted by the first born. "I wish to speak with father". Uttered the man, more as a command than a request, slowly the many servants lead him up the stairs, through the many halls up to the throne room. Entering the massive room his eyes lay, for the first time, upon his father. He spoke with him, asking him to ease his hold on the good people. It was futile, his mind would not be changed, but, if words would not, then actions, will. A sole icicle, formed in his icy clutches. "I tried to reason with you", Were the last words the old king ever heard. Going back to the people, he told the story of how the previous king was slain, they praised him, even offered to let him stay among them. He refused, he wanted to explore the world in solitude, and so he has, for the past six months, he has.
Detailed Personal History:
The Word? Autoimmune
