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Naraka Sato Homegrown Damnation general info
appearance Human form: Don't let that handsome face fool you. Naraka is a master of deception. Standing 6', nothing really sets Nara apart from your average Joe at first glance. This man appears to be in his late twenties, with a slim build and long coarse raven-black hair that is usually kept in a ponytail. His hellhound features are nonexistent in his human form. Although, you might be able to tell that something is off about him when he smiles. He has very long, pointed canine teeth. His wardrobe isn't anything too spectacular. He is comfortable in almost anything. However, Naraka does enjoy wearing baggy/light clothing. Canine form: When Naraka shifts he takes the form of a raven-black Belgian Shepherd. With pointed ears, and piercing yellow eyes, he can look quite intimidating. It does not help that his maw will sometimes stretch into an abnormal sharp-toothed smile when he is happy about something. personality
abilities Hexes [Intermediate] As far as hexes go, the hellhound can spare to learn a few new tricks. His go-to summons are rats. They are small, yet resilient little creatures that don't take much effort to create. However, it isn't unheard of for him to put in a little extra energy and have crows or ravens as summoning allies. He cannot summon anything larger than a dog. The disguise factor in his hexes could use a little work, not that he minds. Nara enjoys learning and absorbing new information. Healing is pretty straight-forward, though he cannot yet heal major wounds. Teleportation is fairly easy for him. He can only teleport himself and one other person. Right now, the only way he can preform a hex is with his own blood. Naraka can only access this ability in his human form. Hellfire [Intermediate] With a snap of his fingers, Naraka can summon fire at will. The demon is capable of having the flame large enough to engulf his entire body and then some. The one downfall to this ability is water; a fire's natural weakness. The more intense the flame the more water it will take to put it out. This demon's fire ability can handle rain, but a storm will not only put out the flame in his hands, but the one in his soul as well. Water is his Kryptonite. Naraka has learned over the years that fire extinguishes have the same effect against this ability as water. He will take measures to toss them If he knows he is going to be staying at a particular residence. Hellhound Form [Mastered] The strength in particular skill is what sets Naraka apart from most of his kind. Over the millennia, Nara has sharpened and honed his shifting abilities to near perfection. He takes great pride in this power. The man is capable of retaining his hellhound form for an extended period of time. [He has been known to stay in his hound form for weeks before tiring.] He will be forced back into human form if he comes into contact with holy water or if he is blessed. Getting severely wounded will also force the demon back into his human body, and he will be unable to return to that form for several days. Despite dressing his shifting skills with the upmost care, the man has yet to figure out how to cut down the time it takes to change from one form to the other. It will take him a bit longer than most, at least 60 seconds. During this vital time, he will be completely powerless and susceptible to attack. With natural abilities such as [Enhanced Endurance], Naraka is fleet-footed no matter what form he is in. While in hound form he has [Enhanced Speed and Strength], he is capable of pulling off feats that he would otherwise be unable to do in human form. [Heightened senses] of smell and taste in both forms make this hell creature a force to be reckoned with. Once he catches a scent, Nara can follow a specific smell for miles with the only things slowing him down being a rainstorm. Much like the rest of his kind, this demon cannot be burned. If he wished, Naraka could douse himself in gasoline and set himself ablaze without any problems. You just might catch him saying, "You can't burn me, baby. I'm [Fireproof]!" Despite all of these natural abilities, this beast isn't without his weaknesses. Believe it or not, pepper spray is a powerful weapon against this hound's delicate nose. Heavy perfume will do the trick when it comes to keeping him at bay, he can't stand the smell. If exposed to the elements such as rain and snow for extended periods of time he will become incredibly sick and weak. Holy water will leave burns and wounds that he cannot heal on his own. Blessings have also been known to make him as weak as a newborn pup. In some respects, he fears holy attacks as they can easily kill him. Wards are a pain, they can keep him from entering locations he wishes to access. backstory Your name is Naraka Sato, but you’ve abandoned that last name a long time ago. You come from one of the many royal hellhound families that made the fiery depths of hell their home. Back then, you were the apple of your parent's eye, and a young prince destined for greatness. From a young age you were trained not only in the arts, but in swordsmanship as well. ["It was a farce. They just wanted to look good in front of the other demons."] A strict diet of primp and proper bullshit would be fed to you on the daily. You grew to hate its stale taste. At the age of eighteen you were expected to join two family homes. You and another hound were going to be the bridge bringing two packs together. The elders were thrilled, but you were repulsed by the idea. ["She wasn’t even that good-looking. This female was a solid three."] It had been a long time coming anyway, you were done with the boring lavish lifestyle. You wanted to sample finer wines elsewhere, the donkey-piss they served you in hell did not quench your thirst for knowledge and adventure. A life of non-stop action was calling to you; you could feel it in your bones. The books you read about the world above excited you! You would never make it there if you got married. It was a shame your kind was immortal too. You would be tied down to the very life you wished to escape. There was a war on the horizon and you wished to join the ranks. After all, it would be your ticket out of this oppressive hellhole. When your parents found out they were appalled. A battlefield was no place for a prince. They locked you away in your chambers with your new concubine. Vintage wine laced with something that made it bubble would be brought to your lips, but you know better. You are anything but a fool. You broke free and ran away to join the war, but not before leaving a message written in the very blood of the woman you were set to marry. It only took a second to snap her neck. A quick twist and she was gone. ["It was quite liberating."] This would be the first of many lives you would take. Killing was almost second nature. It came as easy as breathing. It did not matter how many lives you cut short. You felt nothing. This killer mentality would carry you through the war. If it wasn't for your instinct you would have died a million times over. You made a habit of stepping on others to get ahead. Save your own skin was top priority. ["It was survival of the fittest after all."] You saw your own allies as nothing more than springboards and meat shields. As they say, Rome wasn't built in one day. Throughout this war you picked up new tips and tricks. Per your request, you had the blacksmith forged you a new set of weapons; duel blades. For once, your childhood teachings would prove to be useful. Once you gained your katanas, you became a potent butcher. Your foes would cower before you, and your empty mercies. Nothing exciting has happened since the war. There is a part of you that yearns to re-live that era of simplistic brutality. Years, centuries, decades, they all came and went. After a while, time melds together like a strong mixed drink. You’ve done well for yourself. Evolving and adapting with the times is what you do best. After all, you are a man of many masks. You are the alpha and the omega; the friend and the foe, the sinner and the saint, the giver of life and the bringer of death. misc If you chose yes-- prepare for a howling good time with your new buddy Naraka! If you chose no-- well, you better run. | roleplayer info ☆ NAME Pomeranian (Pom) ☆ RP EXPERIENCE A few years ☆ TIMEZONE EST ☆ GENDER Female ☆ AGE 25 ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS Bell McChicken® ☆ FACE CLAIM Fate Series, Okada Izō ---------------------- THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO this bitch. DO NOT STEAL. |
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