Character(s) Nova's Alter Egos

[~Nova~]

Drarallel, Heir of Mischief
(Pronounced Drah-Ray-El)

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Storyline: A Life Altering Deal

Status: In Use

Race: Demon

Age: Older than he can remember


Mortal Form Appearance:

Drarallel can't exactly roam the world of the living in his normal state as sending millions into a panic would be a rather poor judgment call on his end. Sure some of his brethren would love the chaos he would create for them... but his father on the other hand preferred very much to keep secret and work from the shadows. As such he has taken to a "normal" form for normal interactions when necessary, although taking this form would drain him of quite a bit of his energy.

Mid length black hair that was rather shaggy, His signature grey eyes, and a well toned muscular build would be the simple way to describe his mortal form. Roughly 6'2", mild freckles on top of pale skin, and a scar across his face from one of his many battles in his younger years that he just couldn't seem to get rid of even in this body complete the basic profile of his preferred form. He had found a particular fondness of many of the older rock groups seeing how several of his servants of the past had been acquired at concerts for them. As such he had a tendency to favor shirts of those groups, alongside jeans and other attire commonly worn by those in the heavy metal concert scene.


True Appearance:

Drarallel's natural state was one that many humans would rather die than see in person. Ironic, seeing how for most of them, dying would be the only time they ever got to see him and by that point it would be far too late. He stands at an imposing height of 6'6", skin dark grey and cracked from the conditions found in hell. His eyes were a lighter grey with tints of an emerald green to them exactly like his mortal form, and the same scar from his alternate form exists as well. Normally he stands tall in his armor from ages ago.. when he was forced to fight in the name of his father for control of one of the many circles of hell. Occasionally though, he splits off into the same attire as his mortal form opting for comfort. Even demons have needs after all.


Bio/Backstory:

Ages ago, Hell was wrought with conflict. Many lords of the Abyss had entered a struggle for control of the many circles of hell, each vying for a coveted spot as one of their rulers. Drarallel took part in this war in the name of his father, and together they had secured control of the 4th circle. As a reward, Drarallel was granted the honor of roaming the world of the living, an eternal vacation to do as he pleased among the living. This particular reward was well suited to him as he found the humans rather interesting-Excellent toys to do with as he pleased. After several centuries of wandering and finding servants however... things could get boring. Soon he found himself without any desire to find a servant as none could fill his needs or satisfy his desires. Just as he was preparing to return to hell to go back to work, an interesting character caught his eye. But lets not spoil too much here.

 

[~Nova~]

Malphas Elderwood
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Storyline:

Status: Pending

Race: Half Elf

Age: 22



Appearance:

Malphas tends to blend into a crowd, a feature he has found handy growing up in the way he did. Roughly 5'11" (although he swears to be six foot), with short cut black hair. His build is rather slim, again a handy feature throughout most of his life. He was mildly freckled with deep green eyes, a trait he liked to think he received from his mother.. but as the days go by it seems less and less likely that he will ever know for sure. His clothing is also rather bland, opting to blend in rather than draw attention to himself. Sturdy leather armor over common clothing, wrapped all together in a dark grey cloak rounds him out. Around his neck he wears a symbol of the goddess Hiarnan, whom he had learned through much research his mother worshiped. The necklace was a simple wood carving of an owl, the symbol of knowledge fitting of the goddess of knowledge, drawn together by sturdy string to keep it from coming loose. Along his left forearm he also had several arcane symbols tattoo'd onto his skin, a reminder of the steps required should he need to resummon his familiar Aire.

Bio:

Growing up on the streets was hard. More so for an orphan.

Malphas never really had a family, he had bounced around several care takers in his early years in the slums of Rhondas, before finally at the age of 10 deciding to sneak out in the middle of the night to forge his own path. Quickly Malphas learned that life alone was much harder than he had thought, and he began to have doubts he would make it. The young child was alone, cold, starving to death. Every day was painful.. he could barely walk. Then, he had an idea. Being a half elf, it wasn't hard to convince a foolhardy old couple that he had noble blood in him one night as he saw them passing by. they invited him into his home, they fed him, kept him warm. For once Malphas had a family.. he should have been happy. But it all felt so wrong. Two nights later, Malphas left once more. This time he was smart however and took several books from the old man to entertain himself with, along with some gold and food to keep him going. Those books are how he learned his magic.. and with those skills he found it even easier to make money. Be it through his own quick wit or with a little magic messing with drunk idiots, he found himself making a small fortune by slum standards without having to put much effort into it at all. With this gold he was able to survive and finally escape Rhondas, bouncing from small town to small town once he had conned enough people to make his attempts no longer worth the effort. This trend continued for years, and he only got better. Now we have him in his early 20's, still conning bigger and richer people, still just trying to survive in a world where he wasn't meant to exist. By all rules he should have died in the slums.. but he didn't. Malphas beat the system and he would be damned if he let anyone change that. Sure he felt bad for what he did to some of these people.. but a man had to eat. Surely if they were in his position they would have done the same thing?