Post by DanteMGalileo on Jun 9, 2018 20:09:47 GMT -5
Full Name: Poukai (last name stripped)
Nickname(s): The Bonecrusher, the Fugitive, Fell Bishop
Apparent Age: ? (A very badly-aged twentysomething?)
Actual Age: Unknown, assumed to be around 11,500
Height: 198 cm/~6'6''
Weight: 84 kg/~185 pounds
Gender: Male
Race: Angel (Prasino ER̶RO͟R̸)
Alliance: Apocąlypşe, ͢b͏a̶by!͠
Home: Currently Rocnar
Franchise: Starless Skies
Physical Description
Poukai is a tall,hi͟gḩl̵y̵ ̷a̛t̵t̶r̷acti̢ve͏ creepy-looking angel who gives off an aura of sheer wrongness. He has sickly-looking pale green skin, sunken dark fuchsia eyes with visibly pink sclera, yellow teeth, and lank, faded ash blonde hair. He is fairly muscular and skirts the heavy end of lean, and his hands end in what look like actual claws instead of proper nails. What̕, ̴you don̛'t ẃant ͡m͡y s̨t͢ylist's numbe͞r?̀ His wings have a ruffled look, and are lighter on the bottom.
Despite his ill-gotten high status, Poukai dresses fairly simply, his basic outfit consisting of a simple black shirt with a high collar and matching pants. He is one of the few angels to wear shoes, favouring simple pale purple loafers.I al̢wa̶y̨s though͞t ͘t͏h͟e s̸hoȩ taboơ was̕ ͘si͝ll͝y̧. Hanging over his shirt and pants in the front is a long piece of fabric with distinct gold patterns atop a wash of colours. He additionally wears a black, horned headdress, with one horn cut off, and a piece covering the top-left part of his face, with a blue marking where the eye would be. Underneath the covering, his left eye is surrounded by purple magic burns, said eye bulging and looking just plain wrong. I͡'͏l̢l͢ ̴g͏et h̸i͞m ͟and̢ ͏t̢hośe̷ d͝a̧m̀n͞e͝d ͟bl̢aśp̡h̨emȩr͞s ̀if ͘it'͘s t̸h͡e̸ ̡l̸as̛t͞ thi̸ǹg̴ ͝I̛ ̨d͟o!̛
Weapons and Accessories
If he feels so inclined, Poukai can summon an executioner's axe to fight with, the shape specifically designed to drain a victim's blood into the handle for storage. For what reason, we don't know.Aww҉,͜ ̢c͢urio̶us?̢ D̴emo̧n҉st̡r̶a̛tio̶ns ҉d̀on̨'̧t ͟còs͢t̀ anyt̀h͟in̨g.̡
The headdress amplifies his magical abilities, although not as much as when both horns were intact. It also seemingly has a mind of its own and will fire off magic to attack anyone attempting to sneak up on Poukai.
Abilities/Powers
Poukai possesses the standard angel abilities: Flight, biological immortality, the ability to regenerate from otherwise-fatal wounds if his wings are intact, super toughness and strength, weapon generation, shapeshifting, and access to angel magic. While unable to manipulate an element, he has an expertise of all non-elemental magic, and can turn any of his spells into a force of evil magic known as Calamity Force, which drains the life of a random person to fuel itself.U̷ ̴je͟llý?
Poukai possesses a number of psychic abilities; the ability to project his thoughts into the minds of others, the ability to inject thoughts into others' minds, isoportation, partial teleportation (of himself or otherwise), and the ability to control the minds of those of weaker will than him.W͟hic̢h͞ i͟s͟ ̕pret̢ty mu̢ch ͝éver̵yǫne. He can also remove the souls of people that are dying or recently deceased. Oh yeah, and there's the fact that he's almost invincible.
Weaknesses
N̴one͟.́ Su͢rrender̀ ̷no̕w,͞ wor̡ms͡!́ Although removing or damaging his wings beyond repair would kill Poukai, such a feat would be difficult at beast, due to the aforementioned nigh-invincibility. His greatest weakness is his own arrogance and pride, as he's prone to doing stupid shit such as leaving enemies alive. I ̕pre̶fer͡ ́to͢ ͘th͞ink o̧f ̴it as ͜e̡xte̕ǹd̀i̸n͏g my ͠pláy̸time.
Hypothetically you could remove his invincibility by having him enter a world that doesn't have three dimensions.
Skills
I liv͞ę to ̛fi̛g̀h͏t͠.͠ I͞t̵'̡s ̴a͟ ̛ǵif͠t, whe̡ther i̧t͟ b͠e͡ ͝w̸ith́ m͞y ̸bar͠e ̧ha̴n̢ds, mag̀i̛c̴, ̀o̵r̢ ͘m̕y̡ ̕áxe̷. Long̶ l͡iv͏e my͢ ģl͝o͟r̛ious͟ ͡ņa̶m̡è! I̶ ̵p͝r̛i̢dę ̶m͝ys͞elf͢ ͢on ͝r͝ight͟l̡y̴ doin̨g̛ w̛rong (b́y ͝y͡our ͠stand͡a̸r̴ds͢,̷ ͝h̀o͞w cu̵té),̡ ̧and ́uńl͢i͟ke some id͠i̢ot͟s̴,͞ I can҉ ac̴t̨ųa̛lly d҉o̷ so. ̴Bęcau͠se t̢hey҉'r͟e ̢no̵t ̨m̢e̡.̸ B̢ȩca҉u҉se I c͢an ̛a͏c͝t̢ua̛ll͢y͢ ̵t͞hin̛k҉. Y̷ea͡h̶,̶ ̀I'm̢ ̵only͝ ͢M͝O̧ST̵LY ҉a̛ br̷u̡te̕. I̸ alşo ͘know e͢ve̵rything aboùt the ͞T̛rut̴h̨. ͜L͞o̶ng͢ li͞ve͞ th̴e ̸D̕eşt̸ru͟cti̢on͏ ̴Fa̷the͟r̷!
Personality
Oh come on, you should have an idea as to what he's like by all these constant interjections! So, t̢h̸e͝re's ͞a Ch҉os̡eń o̴f͞ Hǫp̵e?̴Tha͝n҉ that ͡must ͡m͢a҉ke ͠me t̢he̡ ͜Cho͞s̸e̕n ̶of̢ ̶Ḑes͠pa̢ir͢!͢ Gưah͡aha̢h̶a, èx͏ce҉ll͟en҉t!
History
L҉i̴s͞te͠n҉, ͡whor̛ęs̕! I'̡m gon̢n͞a ma͞k̶e ̵thi͡s͠ q̸uic̛k҉,͜ I̢ ̧ha͡v̨e a ̸p҉lanȩt t̸o ͢ḑestroy ̴i̸n a̡ f͞ew ̧minut̵e̸s.̀ I ̵am̵ ̶the͟ ̀son o͟f̀ some͡ ͜stùṕid bitch̵,̛ a̶nd̶ bro̵the͢r̛ ̴o͢f̶ ̨an̷ oḩ-s͡o-̸n̢ơbl̕ę başt̕ard̀. It ͡was ̶b҉or͠in͝g̨ unt́i͢l̸ ͡w͟ar̨ ̀b̕ro̧k̢e ơu͝t͡. I ͜fo̵ug͡h̢t f́o̢r t̕h͞e d̵em̸ons. Why̷?
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̧Bec͏a̡u̷şe̵ i̶t͟ w̴ás͟ fun͡n̵y̧.̸ I͝t́ ҉was͞ f̴ùn͟, ̷bu̴t ͝th͞a̶ţ ͟c̕ưnt͠ ̛Ḿal̵ȩb͠ol̵gé ̸saw̶ t̢hr͟o̧u͢g̡h ̶m͞e͢. Só i̵t͏ ̡was ͜of̀f t̢o̸ an͞ge̵l ҉ja҉i͠ĺ ̧f̴ór͟ ̕me̴.͞ F͠o̴r̵tu͏n̷at̛eļy̶,͝ ͞mum got̵ ͜m̨e spar͠e̢d͡ ̨f͞or ́ņo̡w̸.̨ S̡o,̸ ҉a͟f͢te̶r͏ ҉t͟h͢e ̨war҉,̴ ̴I͝ ̨g̶a͝ve ḩe̵ŕ a͟ p̧re͞s̢e̛nt.͟ Į ̡s̷t͞u͏ck ̀an axè ín he̵r w̧in̴g̛s.͢ I s͝ac͞r͝i͏f҉i̧ced͝ hèr ͢t̢o͟ t̸ḩe De͢str҉ucti̛o͝n̢ ̶F̀a͠th̴e̢r̷ f̢or̀ i̢nvi͏ncibi͢ĺi͞t̡y. It ͢w̷as ͝m͏ore ͏t̕hąn s҉h͢e̸ d͞ese̡rved͡, ̵realļy. B̸ro̢th̨e̴r̸ ͠d͡ear̛est̴ did͡n't ̸t͠ak͝e͠ t͏his͡ ͟t҉oǫ well, s͝o̕ ͜he̸ tr̡i̛e҉d to ̡kil͟l me. Ca̢n you͞ belie͏v͟e ҉he͏ ҉was̕ su̴ch ͞a҉ ma̴ma͡'̧s b̡oy? He c̢o̧uld̷n't ̢f̷in͡ish ̕the̡ dee̕d,͞ b̢ut ͠he͝ ҉cr̛i͏p҉pĺed͠ ͠m̵e. I̛ c͢ouldn͝'͟t e̵nd ̨hi҉s w̶or̀t̛hles̢s líf͢e e̢i͡th̷er, bu͡t ͢he wòn͞'t̀ ҉be͢ ̧bot̡h͡e̡rin̨g͏ ̕me a̢ga̛i̶n̨. T̴hen̵ I̢ w͟en̸t͝ ͜t͡o̸ s̷p͏ace.̸ ̕I ͏kn̛ew҉ ̵th͏e͏re͟ ẃás̶ à p̶la͝ce to̷ g̸o̴.̷
I ̵f̕o̷un͟d ͝a pl̨a̢c̢e t̨ee̸mi̢n̶g̕ wi͝th̵ l͠if͏e. ҉Ho̧w̧ di͡s̀g̸u̶st̨in͝g. So ̵I sl͏a̸ug̡h̛t̷ere͢d ̵th͠e ̡i͡nha̢bi͝ta̧n̸t̶s͞ ͞li͟ke҉ t̛h͝e liv́est̡ơck̀ the̢y͞ ẃęr̛e͝. Excȩp̵t ̴on̷e, ͜I ̨let ͝h̨im̷ ̵liv̢e.̡ ̛Bęc̕ause͞ it̶ ̢am͏uśed ̵m͟e.̢ I҉ ̛m͏a͝de it pa̢ŗad̴ise f̵or me a͝nd ̷t̶he ̴fa͟ithful͞. It͏ w̷ąs ̧g̶o҉o̸d, e͡ven.͡.. ͏en͠joy̵ab́ļe, ͏d̴a͢re͟ ̛I ͘sa͢y͞.͝ I͝ ͟e҉ven͠ gơt a ̧g̛ir̨lf̶ri͞e͝n͢d͢. S̶h͢e would̡ ̕bur͝n ͟pl̛a҉nets͡ j̡ust ͢to ͢s̴e̡e ̵t͠h͡e͟ emb̶ęr͡s̡ ̨twi̵nk̡le҉ i͟n m̧y e̶yes.́ H͠òw̛ever,̴ t͠h̸e f͡ai̧th ̴woưl̕d̴ n͏e̶ed̡ ̸to ̶s҉prea̛d ̵to s̴ur҉vi͞ve.̛ Sò we͏ ͞begąń dev̢elo̢ping ͠a ͝s̀p̨eci̴a͏l ͏ẃe̕ap̷on͟. O̧r ͠we̴apons, rath͢er̸.͏ L͠i͢vin̷g we͠aṕon҉s. I ̛pl̢an̴ned̷ on ̀conque͞rin̕g ̧wo҉r͠l̸d͢s̕!̵ ͡All͠ of҉ them̴!҉ A҉la̧ş, ͜th͡e ̷f͢in̢al̨ s͏t͞ag̸è w̸as st̀ym̀i͏ed̛ ͢w̴h̸en̶ ̡my ͠g̷irlf͏r͝iȩnd͡ ͟s̛to̢le͡ ̨th̀e s̨e͘c̀on҉d͏ ̴ṕa̴rt.
C̵e͠ntu̵r̛ie͝s ͝late̵r҉, Paradi҉so i͞n͟v̷aded̸. We got̴ a n҉ew͡ p̶art̵. Ơh, ͝how ̢dó ͏w̕e͏ ͢make ͠th̢o̸se̴ p͝ar̷t̕s?̧ He̶h̵ęḩe̸he̵... No̡w ̸I͡'ḿ going ̸to ̷vįs͢i̴t youŕ li̵t̨t͡ĺe ̴w͢or̵lḑ.
Other
Tendency to corrupt data.
Spell list: Moros's Decree, Bishop, Song of Sorrow, Level Terrain, Kyonshi, Soul Shackle, Quiet Time, Return to Me, Eject, Hurtful Heal, Miracle Cure, Queen, Pulse of Life, Smoke and Mirrors, Terra Nova, Apocalypse's Gates, Shooting Stars, Judgment.
Picture(s)
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Nickname(s): The Bonecrusher, the Fugitive, Fell Bishop
Apparent Age: ? (A very badly-aged twentysomething?)
Actual Age: Unknown, assumed to be around 11,500
Height: 198 cm/~6'6''
Weight: 84 kg/~185 pounds
Gender: Male
Race: Angel (Prasino ER̶RO͟R̸)
Alliance: Apocąlypşe, ͢b͏a̶by!͠
Home: Currently Rocnar
Franchise: Starless Skies
Physical Description
Poukai is a tall,
Despite his ill-gotten high status, Poukai dresses fairly simply, his basic outfit consisting of a simple black shirt with a high collar and matching pants. He is one of the few angels to wear shoes, favouring simple pale purple loafers.
Weapons and Accessories
If he feels so inclined, Poukai can summon an executioner's axe to fight with, the shape specifically designed to drain a victim's blood into the handle for storage. For what reason, we don't know.
The headdress amplifies his magical abilities, although not as much as when both horns were intact. It also seemingly has a mind of its own and will fire off magic to attack anyone attempting to sneak up on Poukai.
Abilities/Powers
Poukai possesses the standard angel abilities: Flight, biological immortality, the ability to regenerate from otherwise-fatal wounds if his wings are intact, super toughness and strength, weapon generation, shapeshifting, and access to angel magic. While unable to manipulate an element, he has an expertise of all non-elemental magic, and can turn any of his spells into a force of evil magic known as Calamity Force, which drains the life of a random person to fuel itself.
Poukai possesses a number of psychic abilities; the ability to project his thoughts into the minds of others, the ability to inject thoughts into others' minds, isoportation, partial teleportation (of himself or otherwise), and the ability to control the minds of those of weaker will than him.
Weaknesses
Hypothetically you could remove his invincibility by having him enter a world that doesn't have three dimensions.
Skills
I liv͞ę to ̛fi̛g̀h͏t͠.͠ I͞t̵'̡s ̴a͟ ̛ǵif͠t, whe̡ther i̧t͟ b͠e͡ ͝w̸ith́ m͞y ̸bar͠e ̧ha̴n̢ds, mag̀i̛c̴, ̀o̵r̢ ͘m̕y̡ ̕áxe̷. Long̶ l͡iv͏e my͢ ģl͝o͟r̛ious͟ ͡ņa̶m̡è! I̶ ̵p͝r̛i̢dę ̶m͝ys͞elf͢ ͢on ͝r͝ight͟l̡y̴ doin̨g̛ w̛rong (b́y ͝y͡our ͠stand͡a̸r̴ds͢,̷ ͝h̀o͞w cu̵té),̡ ̧and ́uńl͢i͟ke some id͠i̢ot͟s̴,͞ I can҉ ac̴t̨ųa̛lly d҉o̷ so. ̴Bęcau͠se t̢hey҉'r͟e ̢no̵t ̨m̢e̡.̸ B̢ȩca҉u҉se I c͢an ̛a͏c͝t̢ua̛ll͢y͢ ̵t͞hin̛k҉. Y̷ea͡h̶,̶ ̀I'm̢ ̵only͝ ͢M͝O̧ST̵LY ҉a̛ br̷u̡te̕. I̸ alşo ͘know e͢ve̵rything aboùt the ͞T̛rut̴h̨. ͜L͞o̶ng͢ li͞ve͞ th̴e ̸D̕eşt̸ru͟cti̢on͏ ̴Fa̷the͟r̷!
Personality
Oh come on, you should have an idea as to what he's like by all these constant interjections! So, t̢h̸e͝re's ͞a Ch҉os̡eń o̴f͞ Hǫp̵e?̴
History
L҉i̴s͞te͠n҉, ͡whor̛ęs̕! I'̡m gon̢n͞a ma͞k̶e ̵thi͡s͠ q̸uic̛k҉,͜ I̢ ̧ha͡v̨e a ̸p҉lanȩt t̸o ͢ḑestroy ̴i̸n a̡ f͞ew ̧minut̵e̸s.̀ I ̵am̵ ̶the͟ ̀son o͟f̀ some͡ ͜stùṕid bitch̵,̛ a̶nd̶ bro̵the͢r̛ ̴o͢f̶ ̨an̷ oḩ-s͡o-̸n̢ơbl̕ę başt̕ard̀. It ͡was ̶b҉or͠in͝g̨ unt́i͢l̸ ͡w͟ar̨ ̀b̕ro̧k̢e ơu͝t͡. I ͜fo̵ug͡h̢t f́o̢r t̕h͞e d̵em̸ons. Why̷?
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̧Bec͏a̡u̷şe̵ i̶t͟ w̴ás͟ fun͡n̵y̧.̸ I͝t́ ҉was͞ f̴ùn͟, ̷bu̴t ͝th͞a̶ţ ͟c̕ưnt͠ ̛Ḿal̵ȩb͠ol̵gé ̸saw̶ t̢hr͟o̧u͢g̡h ̶m͞e͢. Só i̵t͏ ̡was ͜of̀f t̢o̸ an͞ge̵l ҉ja҉i͠ĺ ̧f̴ór͟ ̕me̴.͞ F͠o̴r̵tu͏n̷at̛eļy̶,͝ ͞mum got̵ ͜m̨e spar͠e̢d͡ ̨f͞or ́ņo̡w̸.̨ S̡o,̸ ҉a͟f͢te̶r͏ ҉t͟h͢e ̨war҉,̴ ̴I͝ ̨g̶a͝ve ḩe̵ŕ a͟ p̧re͞s̢e̛nt.͟ Į ̡s̷t͞u͏ck ̀an axè ín he̵r w̧in̴g̛s.͢ I s͝ac͞r͝i͏f҉i̧ced͝ hèr ͢t̢o͟ t̸ḩe De͢str҉ucti̛o͝n̢ ̶F̀a͠th̴e̢r̷ f̢or̀ i̢nvi͏ncibi͢ĺi͞t̡y. It ͢w̷as ͝m͏ore ͏t̕hąn s҉h͢e̸ d͞ese̡rved͡, ̵realļy. B̸ro̢th̨e̴r̸ ͠d͡ear̛est̴ did͡n't ̸t͠ak͝e͠ t͏his͡ ͟t҉oǫ well, s͝o̕ ͜he̸ tr̡i̛e҉d to ̡kil͟l me. Ca̢n you͞ belie͏v͟e ҉he͏ ҉was̕ su̴ch ͞a҉ ma̴ma͡'̧s b̡oy? He c̢o̧uld̷n't ̢f̷in͡ish ̕the̡ dee̕d,͞ b̢ut ͠he͝ ҉cr̛i͏p҉pĺed͠ ͠m̵e. I̛ c͢ouldn͝'͟t e̵nd ̨hi҉s w̶or̀t̛hles̢s líf͢e e̢i͡th̷er, bu͡t ͢he wòn͞'t̀ ҉be͢ ̧bot̡h͡e̡rin̨g͏ ̕me a̢ga̛i̶n̨. T̴hen̵ I̢ w͟en̸t͝ ͜t͡o̸ s̷p͏ace.̸ ̕I ͏kn̛ew҉ ̵th͏e͏re͟ ẃás̶ à p̶la͝ce to̷ g̸o̴.̷
I ̵f̕o̷un͟d ͝a pl̨a̢c̢e t̨ee̸mi̢n̶g̕ wi͝th̵ l͠if͏e. ҉Ho̧w̧ di͡s̀g̸u̶st̨in͝g. So ̵I sl͏a̸ug̡h̛t̷ere͢d ̵th͠e ̡i͡nha̢bi͝ta̧n̸t̶s͞ ͞li͟ke҉ t̛h͝e liv́est̡ơck̀ the̢y͞ ẃęr̛e͝. Excȩp̵t ̴on̷e, ͜I ̨let ͝h̨im̷ ̵liv̢e.̡ ̛Bęc̕ause͞ it̶ ̢am͏uśed ̵m͟e.̢ I҉ ̛m͏a͝de it pa̢ŗad̴ise f̵or me a͝nd ̷t̶he ̴fa͟ithful͞. It͏ w̷ąs ̧g̶o҉o̸d, e͡ven.͡.. ͏en͠joy̵ab́ļe, ͏d̴a͢re͟ ̛I ͘sa͢y͞.͝ I͝ ͟e҉ven͠ gơt a ̧g̛ir̨lf̶ri͞e͝n͢d͢. S̶h͢e would̡ ̕bur͝n ͟pl̛a҉nets͡ j̡ust ͢to ͢s̴e̡e ̵t͠h͡e͟ emb̶ęr͡s̡ ̨twi̵nk̡le҉ i͟n m̧y e̶yes.́ H͠òw̛ever,̴ t͠h̸e f͡ai̧th ̴woưl̕d̴ n͏e̶ed̡ ̸to ̶s҉prea̛d ̵to s̴ur҉vi͞ve.̛ Sò we͏ ͞begąń dev̢elo̢ping ͠a ͝s̀p̨eci̴a͏l ͏ẃe̕ap̷on͟. O̧r ͠we̴apons, rath͢er̸.͏ L͠i͢vin̷g we͠aṕon҉s. I ̛pl̢an̴ned̷ on ̀conque͞rin̕g ̧wo҉r͠l̸d͢s̕!̵ ͡All͠ of҉ them̴!҉ A҉la̧ş, ͜th͡e ̷f͢in̢al̨ s͏t͞ag̸è w̸as st̀ym̀i͏ed̛ ͢w̴h̸en̶ ̡my ͠g̷irlf͏r͝iȩnd͡ ͟s̛to̢le͡ ̨th̀e s̨e͘c̀on҉d͏ ̴ṕa̴rt.
C̵e͠ntu̵r̛ie͝s ͝late̵r҉, Paradi҉so i͞n͟v̷aded̸. We got̴ a n҉ew͡ p̶art̵. Ơh, ͝how ̢dó ͏w̕e͏ ͢make ͠th̢o̸se̴ p͝ar̷t̕s?̧ He̶h̵ęḩe̸he̵... No̡w ̸I͡'ḿ going ̸to ̷vįs͢i̴t youŕ li̵t̨t͡ĺe ̴w͢or̵lḑ.
Other
Tendency to corrupt data.
Spell list: Moros's Decree, Bishop, Song of Sorrow, Level Terrain, Kyonshi, Soul Shackle, Quiet Time, Return to Me, Eject, Hurtful Heal, Miracle Cure, Queen, Pulse of Life, Smoke and Mirrors, Terra Nova, Apocalypse's Gates, Shooting Stars, Judgment.
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