Aison Ophelos

[[N]ecrosis]

General Information
-Real Name: Aison Ophelos
-Alias: Necrosis
-Location: Specific Location Unknown
-Date of Birth: April 10
-Current Age: 18
-Gender: Male
-Ethnicity: Caucasian
-Race: Human/Demon
-Sexuality: Straight
-Occupation: Rogue Fighter
-Personality: Solitary

Family
-Father: Kairos/Deceased<>Murdered
-Mother: Diona/Deceased<>Murdered
-Brother(s): Nyx (Necrotic) and Phelixus (Necrotize)/Missing
-Sister(s): None
-Grandfather: Slyvester/Deceased<>Murdered
-Grandmother: Candice/Deceased<>Murdered
-Spouse: None
-Son(s): None
-Daughter(s): None
-Clan: None/Destroyed

Appearance
-Height: 6’01”
-Weight: 164 lbs.
-Physical Figure: Lean and Strong
-Hair Color: Raven Black
-Eye Color: Violet
-Skin Tone: Pale
-Torso Clothing: Black Bondage Jacket
-Leg Clothing: Black Bondage Pants
-Head Covering: None
-Hand/Feet Covering: Red Gloves

Personal
-History: Past is Unknown
-Strength(s): He's able to hide his emotions, preventing others to play on whatever it is they see on his face. When plagued by his anger he's given an upgrade in physical strength, but he loses his right state of mind. He possesses a pride so powerful he's able to deny himself to fail in combat, and in every day life. He also uses his surroundings to his advantage, and can scan the terrain and know it within seconds. He's speed is abnormal and he's able to use it as best as he can for the situation. A demonic strength lingering within him gives him stamina beyond a mortal's, but he does tire. Also his years of practice with his weapons of choice makes him a professional kusari-gama user.
-Weakness(es): Though his mind his strong, he's easily insulted, especially by comments that concern his family or his 'scars' and it clouds his judgement disabling him to know right from wrong. Being commonly distracted by his environment makes him a poor fighter when it comes to intelligance. When he's in the presence of his siblings he becomes something mindless which makes him open to attack. His flesh is weak as a human's, able to be lacerated with any blade, punctured by stabbing attacks, and by impact assults he is contusioned as easy as any mortal. Injuries such as these slow him down. The amount of his stamina depleting depends on where a wound is located. For instance, his legs being injuried could mean a decline in his speed while his arms would affect his ability to use his weapons and a strong enough hit to his cranium could very well possibly cloud his vision.

Arsenal
-Primary Weapon: Kusari-gama
-Secondary Weapon: Dagger
-Natural Weapon(s): Fangs; black claws with a lethal poison; strength of a demon

Magic
This rogue demon possesses magic abilities, but has no use for them

Introduction
“Now embrace the opportunity to understand who…More accurately, what I am…”
Physique was vertical as to mount the terra firma. Tiresome feet ventured the dry land. Tremors convulsed within the esophagus expelled a vicious exhale. A durable form was undisguised in evidence of the curves and plunges in the man’s upper join in connection with his torso. This existence was the source to a foul excruciating morbid odor. Verdigris organs of sight glared intensely following raven black fringes of hair that had quieted overhead. Plasma apparel had no continuance. Deadened patches of flesh from the deceased cohered to his outer skin layer and served as a safeguard to his internal tissue. Deathly infection diseases clasped the rotten insanitation. Sutures tightened menacingly to his maneuvering. Brume murk superimposed the tenacious form.

His pace evolved into languorous swagger until unrestricted weight was supported on a lone patella. Blood-stained bandages serving zero usage were plastered to his skin. The skull’s growth fluctuated with the drafts current. He began to perspire, pores in his skin excreted perspiration from abrupt exhaustion. The exertion brought out expeditious breathing. Orbs seal themselves in secret behind the eyelids. Tribulation to his condition threatened an outcry from evacuating his vocals. Bracing himself the teenaged man clutched his jaws. Anguish so overwhelming to his endurance, it hauled him to the border of hysteria. The lids of his eyes revealed his orbs once again. They situated their sights to the heavens raised. Digits of his right hand slithered through saturated hair.

The atmosphere relocated an intoxicating scent that over-flooded his naris. Finger tips excavated the substratum. Head oscillated in his disorientation, and muscles within his twin pillars flexed strongly as he came upright. His brain grew obsolete for the moments passed. Fingernails plummeted beneath the facial exterior and gradually dragged down. Thoughts and memories screeched hatefully in his mind. His eyes widened greatly from within the sockets. A pit of torture denied him his sensibility. Vital fluid surged down his face, and he gained his judgment. His orbs absorbed the location’s dimness covering the woodlands. An understanding to the region emerged as luminous, and he was enabled to advance. Every motion forced his brain to recall the incident three years prior to the modern timeline.

Longing for salvation, the discernibly human quilt loathed the very being who was the cause of the chaos. His touching sense glided along the decayed flesh stitched to his face. A glare formed within his orbs as he was overcome with burning hatred. The forests whispers prevented him from falling back into an insecure state. He grew piqued as the frigid atmosphere oppressed his indefensible sutures, but he denied his advancement to be terminated.

[HoudiniDerek]

Approved.