Post by Silvarn on Feb 4, 2009 2:07:44 GMT -5
"Sometimes I don't know why we'd rather live than die.
We look up towards the sky for answers to our lives --
We may get some solutions, but most just pass us by.
Don't want your absolution, 'cause I can't make it right.
I'll make a beast out of myself --
Gets rid of all pain of being a man." ~ Avenged Sevenfold
[Image from "Manuals of Exalted Power: Abyssals," with modifications]
Name: Edward Showalter (Stage Name: The Devil’s Eager Nocturne)
Age: Late twenties
Race/Class: Human / “Bard”
Physical Description: Average height. Very lean, which makes him seem more muscular than he really is. Glassy eyes and shocked white hair. Unnatural, chalky white skin. Very sexually attractive, with a perpetual gaze of seduction. Struts about in tight dusty-black leather clothes, usually with something looser worn over them.
An important note: although he receives his power from an infernal source, Edward is not a demon. Rather, he is a human given power by demons cohabiting his body -- an akuma.
Personality: Very impulsive and self-indulgent. On-the-edge and overly reckless, almost as if he has a death wish. Offensively arrogant.
Background: Born to a struggling musician and his wife, Edward Showalter knew little in the way of luxury. He inherited his father’s musical talents, but only in vocals alone – he was woefully inept at the musical instruments, but excelled his father’s vocal talents by the time he reached adolescence. At this point, Edward’s vocals blossomed and it was his father who accompanied him, and not vice versa.
When Edward turned twenty years of age, he grew bored of the daily routine his family put themselves through and ran away to find his fame and fortune. Unfortunately, he found neither. Instead, he found a malicious talent scout who basically enslaved him to a ruthless and avaricious manager. Edward was caged once more.
On one of his nights off, Edward visited a rival auditorium to listen to his favorite vocalist, a gorgeous silver woman known as the Argent-Winged Angel; or, the Silver Nightingale. Her performance moved him deeply, and he spent the next three days in a daze of desire for this woman and a depression for not living life to its fullest, a message in her song. By doing so, Edward unintentionally blew off three huge showcase numbers, in which he led, which cost his manager thousands of coin.
When Edward returned to practice on the fourth day, the manager flew at him in a livid fury. The losses Edward had caused also cost the manager his business. For his insolence, the manager had a shaman ritually stab out Edward’s eyes (so he could never see an audience), tear out his tongue (so he could never sing), and cripple his hands (so he could never learn an instrument). By doing so, the manager destroyed whatever chances Edward had in the entertainment field. And, for good measure, the manager struck Edward on the back of the head with the shaman’s medicine stick. Edward crumpled to the floor, unmoving, presumed dead.
In the limbo between life and death, Edward visualized a dark, cloaked figure holding a lyre crafted from sparkling ebony. “I can restore your life to you and grant you unprecedented musical prowess.” The figure whispered temptingly, “All I ask in return is that you sing the songs I tell you to, and that you accept whatever consequences come of them without care.”
Edward agreed.
In a flash of darkness, Edward returned to the world of the living and practically slid onto his feet with catlike grace. His eyes, hands, and mouth burned with black flame. The manager staggered back, clutching at his heart in order to mollify the pain rippling through it. Edward sneered and spoke in an uncharacteristically gruff voice, “I have made a deal with the Devil himself, and he says it is time for you to hear your own Nocturne.” He let out a musical roar, disintegrating the manager from the sheer force.
Months later, Edward travels around Valear, ripping people’s ears to pieces with his musical talents – but his audience does not seem to mind.
Abilities: Possessed with impossible burning grace. When he invokes the true gift he received from his demonic master, his eyes, mouth, and hands burn with black flame, amplifying the respective abilities. Even when not using his master’s blessing, his sexual attraction is hard to resist, and his singing voice often drives crowds into willing wild revelry.
As a (mostly) non-offensive ability, he may channel some of his musical superiority into other musicians, also giving them incredible musical talent, as well as the ability to resist his madness-inducing vocals.
When he is being particular devious and/or malicious, his canines grow to a sinister, but still comfortable length.
He also wields a dirk named Lucid Edge. This blade does no actual exterior harm to its target, but causes internal bleeding wherever it strikes.
His motives? Follow his master’s wishes and introduce a little anarchy and madness into Valear through his music. Once the realm is in turmoil, Edward will herald his master’s coming to claim Valear for his own.
We look up towards the sky for answers to our lives --
We may get some solutions, but most just pass us by.
Don't want your absolution, 'cause I can't make it right.
I'll make a beast out of myself --
Gets rid of all pain of being a man." ~ Avenged Sevenfold
[Image from "Manuals of Exalted Power: Abyssals," with modifications]
Name: Edward Showalter (Stage Name: The Devil’s Eager Nocturne)
Age: Late twenties
Race/Class: Human / “Bard”
Physical Description: Average height. Very lean, which makes him seem more muscular than he really is. Glassy eyes and shocked white hair. Unnatural, chalky white skin. Very sexually attractive, with a perpetual gaze of seduction. Struts about in tight dusty-black leather clothes, usually with something looser worn over them.
An important note: although he receives his power from an infernal source, Edward is not a demon. Rather, he is a human given power by demons cohabiting his body -- an akuma.
Personality: Very impulsive and self-indulgent. On-the-edge and overly reckless, almost as if he has a death wish. Offensively arrogant.
Background: Born to a struggling musician and his wife, Edward Showalter knew little in the way of luxury. He inherited his father’s musical talents, but only in vocals alone – he was woefully inept at the musical instruments, but excelled his father’s vocal talents by the time he reached adolescence. At this point, Edward’s vocals blossomed and it was his father who accompanied him, and not vice versa.
When Edward turned twenty years of age, he grew bored of the daily routine his family put themselves through and ran away to find his fame and fortune. Unfortunately, he found neither. Instead, he found a malicious talent scout who basically enslaved him to a ruthless and avaricious manager. Edward was caged once more.
On one of his nights off, Edward visited a rival auditorium to listen to his favorite vocalist, a gorgeous silver woman known as the Argent-Winged Angel; or, the Silver Nightingale. Her performance moved him deeply, and he spent the next three days in a daze of desire for this woman and a depression for not living life to its fullest, a message in her song. By doing so, Edward unintentionally blew off three huge showcase numbers, in which he led, which cost his manager thousands of coin.
When Edward returned to practice on the fourth day, the manager flew at him in a livid fury. The losses Edward had caused also cost the manager his business. For his insolence, the manager had a shaman ritually stab out Edward’s eyes (so he could never see an audience), tear out his tongue (so he could never sing), and cripple his hands (so he could never learn an instrument). By doing so, the manager destroyed whatever chances Edward had in the entertainment field. And, for good measure, the manager struck Edward on the back of the head with the shaman’s medicine stick. Edward crumpled to the floor, unmoving, presumed dead.
In the limbo between life and death, Edward visualized a dark, cloaked figure holding a lyre crafted from sparkling ebony. “I can restore your life to you and grant you unprecedented musical prowess.” The figure whispered temptingly, “All I ask in return is that you sing the songs I tell you to, and that you accept whatever consequences come of them without care.”
Edward agreed.
In a flash of darkness, Edward returned to the world of the living and practically slid onto his feet with catlike grace. His eyes, hands, and mouth burned with black flame. The manager staggered back, clutching at his heart in order to mollify the pain rippling through it. Edward sneered and spoke in an uncharacteristically gruff voice, “I have made a deal with the Devil himself, and he says it is time for you to hear your own Nocturne.” He let out a musical roar, disintegrating the manager from the sheer force.
Months later, Edward travels around Valear, ripping people’s ears to pieces with his musical talents – but his audience does not seem to mind.
Abilities: Possessed with impossible burning grace. When he invokes the true gift he received from his demonic master, his eyes, mouth, and hands burn with black flame, amplifying the respective abilities. Even when not using his master’s blessing, his sexual attraction is hard to resist, and his singing voice often drives crowds into willing wild revelry.
As a (mostly) non-offensive ability, he may channel some of his musical superiority into other musicians, also giving them incredible musical talent, as well as the ability to resist his madness-inducing vocals.
When he is being particular devious and/or malicious, his canines grow to a sinister, but still comfortable length.
He also wields a dirk named Lucid Edge. This blade does no actual exterior harm to its target, but causes internal bleeding wherever it strikes.
His motives? Follow his master’s wishes and introduce a little anarchy and madness into Valear through his music. Once the realm is in turmoil, Edward will herald his master’s coming to claim Valear for his own.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.