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    Roleplay Character thread!~

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    Posted · Edited by Skullkin

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    Kamenwati "Skull" Khentempri

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    Vampire/Necromancer

    Hair color: Long Black with bangs; his hair stops at the middle of his back

    Eye color: Orange that turns yellow as you near the pupils.

    Physical Description: Skull's build is muscular, yet slender and lithe. His skin is pure white, and a few battle scars are visible here and there. Skull wears a long black cloak, usually only putting the hood up in fights. Beneath the cloak, he wears a tattered dark grey T-shirt. Skull also wears a pair of baggy black pants and a pair of black combat boots.

    Skull Khentempri is a very Sadistic person. He enjoys watching people writhe in agony and despair, and eventually die. He tends to come off as a loner, unless someone goes out of their way to stir up a conversation. To those he does converse with, he comes off as extremely arrogant and egotistical. He rarely tries to hide his vampiric nature and sometimes even encourages people's belief in vampires, just to see if they'll break out in fear. Skull loves playing with peoples' heads, toying with them almost constantly. His mood tends to be rather violent, swinging from one emotion to the other on a whim. He is manipulative, even to go so far as to seduce both women and men away for his dark purposes. Mercy is a foreign concept to Skull.

    Skull Khentempri is a skilled necromancer, telepath, and Serpentine shape-shifter.

    History: Skull was once a human named Kamenwati, which is ancient Egyptian for "Dark Rebel". In fact, he grew up in ancient Egypt. With the king of thieves for a father and a necromancer for a mother, he had a rough childhood. As a child, his parents taught him the arts of thievery and Necromancy. When he was seven, a gang of bounty hunters found his parents and brought them before the Pharaoh. His parents were executed and Skull was forced into slavery to the Pharaoh. When he was fourteen, he escaped and became the next king of thieves himself. One day, when he was nineteen, he got careless and was caught stealing from the former pharaoh's tomb and thrown into the Royal dungeon. While awaiting his execution, he got to know a vampire named Xenodice in the next cell over. The vampire admired Skull's reputation as a thief, and offered him immortality. He accepted, and Xenodice turned him into a vampire. When he was escorted to the throne room, he managed to get away from the guards and killed the Pharaoh with his bare hands. He took the lives of five more guards and three innocent bystanders in a terrible newborn
    blood frenzy before he escaped the palace with a few scratches and a huge gash wound in his shoulder. Shortly after his sire left him and he returned to his hideout, his following of mortal thieves turned on him out of fear and knocked him into torpor (A long death-like state that some vampires never wake up from). They put him in a coffin in an old underground shrine dedicated to Set, an Egyptian God, (Also in Vtm, the founder of Clan Setite) which is where he stayed for the next two-thousand years. Sometime later in one-thousand B.C., an unknown outside force awakened him. After going into a frenzy in front of a large group of mortals from not feeding for so long, he was forced to flee into the North. Finding himself in medieval Europe, he was updated on the new world from a group of other vampires and remained there for the next few centuries. Sometime later he moved to the new world, aka America. He adopted the name Skull shortly afterwards to avoid vampire slayers, and hates it when people use his mortal name.

    Misc.

    + He has recently learned that the Devil was in possession of his father the night he was conceived, making him the son of Satan in spirit. (Which would explain why certain demons, such as his servants Hesha, Dante, and Vykos, all feel inherent fidelity towards him.) Demon characters need not share this loyalty if the roleplayer does not want them to.

    Kamenwati's Mortalhood
    --Retold by Skull

    "Let me tell you a story, childe...Back in ancient Egypt, there was a young maiden named Sheriti. Sheriti came from a powerful line of necromancers, and was married to Raia, who was the Thief King of Egypt."

    "Now then, they had three lovely children together, two males and a girl. But Sheriti was unsatisfied, as all three of her children were born without the gift of necromancy. She wanted so badly to bring a child with powerful magic into the world, to continue her family's legacy. But necromancy, even today, is a rare gift. There is only a twenty five percent chance of a child from a pure necromantic bloodline to be born with the gift, and even less if the child is born to a family with one non-magical parent. And Sheriti's biological clock was ticking; she had to have a necromantic child, and fast.

    "Instead of leaving it up to chance, Sheriti performed a spell upon her husband Raia in his sleep, and summoned forth Resh'khet, the God of black magic, onto this earthly plane using Raia as vessel. Sheriti pleaded with the evil god, begging him to bless her with a powerful child necromancer to carry on her bloodline, and Resh'Khet agreed to give her her desire, in exchange for her very soul when she shuffled off the mortal coil. Without much consideration, she agreed, and they consumated their pact with the sins of the flesh that night."

    "The next morning, Raia was thrilled when Sheriti told him that she was with child. However, over the course of her pregnancy, Sheriti's mental health slowly deteriorated as the infant grew within her. She found herself with odd cravings for blood and flesh, and she would frequently lick the cuts her husband sustained in his thieving endeavors. She would toss and turn at night, gruesome, horrific images of the utter slaughter of innocents plaguing her dreams every time she fell asleep.

    "She began hallucinating during the day as well; demonic, unholy visions of black jackals with glowing gold eyes hounded her from out in the desert, and the waters in the well they drew sustenance from turned to blood. She would occasionally grow faint and pass out, her body ice cold in the desert heat. When she was about five months along, Sheriti began to have bad feelings about the child she was carrying; she was sure that the thing growing inside of her was purest of evil. But neither Raia nor her children would listen, and they even started to take turns watching her every night after she attempted to cut the baby out of her stomach with her husband's dagger."

    "The pain she experienced during child birth was unlike any mother before her, but she survived the excruciating agony. As she lay on her bed while her husband was out cleaning the newborn of blood, she began to put aside her worries and nightmares, attributing them merely to the stress of her pregnancy. Raia let her hold the infant in her arms, and that's when the fear came back to her.

    "Looking down at her new necromantic infant, she could see that it's eyes were already wide open, pale grey eyes staring up at her; a common color for a necromancer. But there was something off about them; something not quite human about the way they penetrated her mind and bore into her soul. Sheriti would never find out, but during the summoning ritual for Resh'Khet, she had accidently painted a single symbol differently, and had mispronounced a single word. But that was all it took to make the difference; she had not summoned Resh'Khet, she had summoned Lucifer, the Morning star, Satan himself. The child she held in her arms was not a gift from the gods; it was a curse from hell.

    "Sheriti named her son Kamenwati, meaning "Dark rebel", and raised him as her own, ignoring the unease she felt whenever looking at her precious child. The boy was a prodigy in the black arts, quickly learning more than what Sheriti could have ever have taught him about necromancy. While most four year old necromancers were still getting used to seeing ghosts and holding mere conversations with them, Kamenwati was already developing his necromantic aura and bending whole skeletons to his will like puppets; a feat usually accomplished by intermediate necromancers who were mostly in their preteen years.

    "He also wasn't too bad of a thief; he could easily snatch his parent's possessions without them realizing it, such as Sheriti's jewelry and Raia's stolen goods, like gems and jewel-encrusted blades. However, The young boy never seemed to be as interested and completely entranced in playing with his siblings or stealing small objects as he was in studying the black arts.

    "And this was what troubled Sheriti. For you see, necromancy is a dangerous school of magic; there is always a chance that a bound spirit will break free from a novice's control and kill or possess the young necromancer, or for even the most advanced necromancers to become utterly consumed by their own dark power and become a living gateway for demons and such. The easiest way to ensure that a necromancer remains above the influence of the magics he possesses is to make sure that he spends most of his time and keeps his thoughts away from the black magic he wields. And young Kamenwati was practicing the black arts all the time, even delving too deep for a mere mortal into his studies, becoming obsessed with controlling the very beings that ruled the underworld instead of the mere bodies and souls of the departed that lived there.

    "But unfortunately, Sheriti was executed by the pharaoh's decree when the young boy was seven, alongside the child's father, for being wanted criminals, and Kamenwati's siblings soon followed over time in the dungeons of the palace. By some stroke of luck, or by some evil god's dark will, Kamenwati was the only survivor of his family, and managed to escape out into the desert.

    "By the age of thirteen, in his unquenchable thirst for power, Kamenwati was already manipulating the wills of lesser demonic implings that wandered the first circle of hell, long before God was even known to mortal man. Without the guidance of his "good" human mother and morals, the young child of the devil soon began to branch out in his evil ways, losing his innocence to a harem dancer when he was fifteen. He would gamble his ill gotten gains in the sleaziest of bars, and seemed to win far more than he lost, perhaps to his infernal influence, or because he was skilled at cheating without anyone finding out.

    "With his thieving family background and the skills his father had taught him before he passed, Kamenwati soon became the next king of thieves. Parents would threaten their children, saying that Kamenwati the thief lord would come into their bedrooms at night and cut them open with a knife if they misbehaved, or kidnap them and take them to his chamber of tortures where they would never see their loved ones again. It was rumored that Kamenwati could steal anything, from gems to souls. He even robbed tombs of former pharaohs from the Valley of the Kings; an act of sacrilege so vile that not even his father had dared to even think about committing. He quickly became Egypt's most wanted, his beautifully evil mug on every wanted scroll around the city.

    "But unfortunately, Kamenwati's reign of terror would end on the people of Egypt, as one day he slipped up while attempting to steal some precious rubies and was caught by the pharaoh's guards at age nineteen. While waiting his death in the dungeons below the palace, he was met with a strange visitor promising him eternal life. Kamenwati died that night; and was reborn as a fifth generation Setite.

    "He slaughtered Pharaoh Kambythet--the same pharaoh that killed his family--and several more soldiers along the way as he escaped into the night, never to be heard from the mortal populace ever again, save the few mostly unbelievable rumors that he continued to steal and slaughter from the grave.

    " Several centuries later, when his name no longer struck fear into the hearts of the English speaking masses and was only really known by vampire slayers and diablorists, Kamenwati Khentempri changed his name to Skull...And alas, here I stand before you today."

    So yeah, don't steal it and stuff...It's a little PG13...

    Favorite Pokemon.

    in Pokémon Fan Club

    Posted · Edited by Skullkin

    You're talking about the people who turned an ice cream cone into a pokemon. xD

    The sword pokemon reminds me of a certain midway boss in the Arbiter's grounds dungeon in LoZ: Twilight Princess...

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    Favorite Pokemon.

    in Pokémon Fan Club

    Posted · Edited by Skullkin

    Favorite Legendary: It's a tie between Rayquaza and Celebi. Rayquaza is super cool looking, while Celebi is just adorable~!

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    Favorite non-legend: Hmmm...Tough choice, but I'd have to go with Absol. He just looks soooo pretty and majestic and-and... *fangirl swoons*

    Also, a new sword-like pokemon for XY was just revealed, and I personally think it looks pretty nifty...for a Steel/Ghost type.

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