Post by Jilak on Nov 13, 2010 19:38:24 GMT -5
Full Name: Egnew
Nicknames: Brooklyn
Age: ?(Old)
Apparent Age: Dependent on his vessel. Currently some chap in his 30s.
Height: ?(Also dependent on his vessel, currently 6'3”)
Weight: ?(He is, by nature, weightless. Once more dependent on his vessel)
Gender: ?(Currently male, dependent on his vessel)
Race: Demon
Alliance: Evil
Home: Hell
Franchise: Supernatural OC
Physical Description: Brooklyn, by default, is commonly seen as a wave of black smoke. Brooklyn himself cannot be accurately described in words other than damn ominous black smoke. Black smoke that proceeds to enter someone's body in some way or another and possess them. Brooklyn's current host is a rather tall young man. His physique is that of a gymnast type, quite lean and slightly muscular. He has rather short black hair and a five o'clock shadow. His eyes are, when not pitch black, a dark green.
Weapons: N/A
Abilities/Powers: Brooklyn has your average range of demonic abilities, from demonic possession to teleportation. He can also use telekinesis.
Skills: Due to being, well, a demon, Brooklyn is quite physically strong.
Personality: Brooklyn is nothing if not egotistical. He can be quite hotheaded at times, but is in general rather cold and calculating. If he's required to keep someone alive for whatever reason, he can actually be quite accommodating.
History: Brooklyn's history is an... interesting case. It's arguable when it began. The first thing he remembers is opening his eyes into the fires of hell and screaming as what could only be his flesh burned, melting away. In a sense, this was what humans would call his birth. It had gone by a number of names in the past. Birth. Creation. Cruelty. Whatever you wanted to call it, the point was, he now existed. He began as a rather low level demon, but he desired more. So, so much more. But he knew he couldn't achieve it from acting rashly, and so he waited. He wasn't a very patient individual, but still he waited, getting steadily stronger, until opportunity struck. Opportunity named Crowley.
Crowley was a name that most demons, at least most of Egnew's level, knew. He was the king of the crossroads demons. Anyone made a deal, it went through him. One didn't get that title through sheer virtue of brilliance, Egnew had realized. One had to be powerful. Very, very powerful. If he wanted to get anywhere, to become the King of Hell, this was the place to begin. And so, he befriended him. To be quite honest, it had almost seemed too easy. A few compliments here and there, a few offers of assistance, a few presents in the form of new souls, and Crowley was practically eating out of the palm of his hand. He'd pondered, a few times, over whether or not the demon had any ulterior motives. Whether or not he was the one being played and Crowley the one pulling the strings. But he ignored this, because the self-proclaimed future king of hell had no need for such petty fears.
Egnew wasn't a Demon Lord, wasn't strong enough to be one, so the psychic kids situation had never really captured his interest. He assumed it would stay that way. He was wrong. Soon, Crowley came to him about the subject. He told him that soon, one of them would be dropped right into his lap. He told him to wait for him, on some world known as 'Dimensional Island'. And so he did. If the psychic kids had once been so important, surely this one could aide Egnew in his desires. Surely he could overthrow not only Crowley, but anyone else whom stood in his way. And so he waited, for hundreds, thousands of years, setting up connections. There was a surprisingly large number of nests on this island, he'd noticed. It was one small reminder that soon enough, they would all bow to him. Soon, the name 'Egnew' would strike fear into their cold, dark hearts. Still he waited.
Until, eventually, Crowley contacted him again. He was to find Sam and Dean Winchester. As he was preparing to do such, however, he first encountered their father, John Winchester. It made his job so much harder. After a brief scuffle and a bit of celestial interference, Egnew had been exorcised. It didn't take long to find a new host, though. Once he did, he simply waited in the one place all hunters eventually showed up. A hospital. It wasn't long before they appeared, accompanied by another angel. After making quick work of the creature, he did the only thing he could do. Awaited further orders from Crowley.
Other: N/A
Picture: No picture of Egnew exists, except in your IMAAAAAGINATIOOOOOOON.
Nicknames: Brooklyn
Age: ?(Old)
Apparent Age: Dependent on his vessel. Currently some chap in his 30s.
Height: ?(Also dependent on his vessel, currently 6'3”)
Weight: ?(He is, by nature, weightless. Once more dependent on his vessel)
Gender: ?(Currently male, dependent on his vessel)
Race: Demon
Alliance: Evil
Home: Hell
Franchise: Supernatural OC
Physical Description: Brooklyn, by default, is commonly seen as a wave of black smoke. Brooklyn himself cannot be accurately described in words other than damn ominous black smoke. Black smoke that proceeds to enter someone's body in some way or another and possess them. Brooklyn's current host is a rather tall young man. His physique is that of a gymnast type, quite lean and slightly muscular. He has rather short black hair and a five o'clock shadow. His eyes are, when not pitch black, a dark green.
Weapons: N/A
Abilities/Powers: Brooklyn has your average range of demonic abilities, from demonic possession to teleportation. He can also use telekinesis.
Skills: Due to being, well, a demon, Brooklyn is quite physically strong.
Personality: Brooklyn is nothing if not egotistical. He can be quite hotheaded at times, but is in general rather cold and calculating. If he's required to keep someone alive for whatever reason, he can actually be quite accommodating.
History: Brooklyn's history is an... interesting case. It's arguable when it began. The first thing he remembers is opening his eyes into the fires of hell and screaming as what could only be his flesh burned, melting away. In a sense, this was what humans would call his birth. It had gone by a number of names in the past. Birth. Creation. Cruelty. Whatever you wanted to call it, the point was, he now existed. He began as a rather low level demon, but he desired more. So, so much more. But he knew he couldn't achieve it from acting rashly, and so he waited. He wasn't a very patient individual, but still he waited, getting steadily stronger, until opportunity struck. Opportunity named Crowley.
Crowley was a name that most demons, at least most of Egnew's level, knew. He was the king of the crossroads demons. Anyone made a deal, it went through him. One didn't get that title through sheer virtue of brilliance, Egnew had realized. One had to be powerful. Very, very powerful. If he wanted to get anywhere, to become the King of Hell, this was the place to begin. And so, he befriended him. To be quite honest, it had almost seemed too easy. A few compliments here and there, a few offers of assistance, a few presents in the form of new souls, and Crowley was practically eating out of the palm of his hand. He'd pondered, a few times, over whether or not the demon had any ulterior motives. Whether or not he was the one being played and Crowley the one pulling the strings. But he ignored this, because the self-proclaimed future king of hell had no need for such petty fears.
Egnew wasn't a Demon Lord, wasn't strong enough to be one, so the psychic kids situation had never really captured his interest. He assumed it would stay that way. He was wrong. Soon, Crowley came to him about the subject. He told him that soon, one of them would be dropped right into his lap. He told him to wait for him, on some world known as 'Dimensional Island'. And so he did. If the psychic kids had once been so important, surely this one could aide Egnew in his desires. Surely he could overthrow not only Crowley, but anyone else whom stood in his way. And so he waited, for hundreds, thousands of years, setting up connections. There was a surprisingly large number of nests on this island, he'd noticed. It was one small reminder that soon enough, they would all bow to him. Soon, the name 'Egnew' would strike fear into their cold, dark hearts. Still he waited.
Until, eventually, Crowley contacted him again. He was to find Sam and Dean Winchester. As he was preparing to do such, however, he first encountered their father, John Winchester. It made his job so much harder. After a brief scuffle and a bit of celestial interference, Egnew had been exorcised. It didn't take long to find a new host, though. Once he did, he simply waited in the one place all hunters eventually showed up. A hospital. It wasn't long before they appeared, accompanied by another angel. After making quick work of the creature, he did the only thing he could do. Awaited further orders from Crowley.
Other: N/A
Picture: No picture of Egnew exists, except in your IMAAAAAGINATIOOOOOOON.
