Villain Application, Shemfry

by Shemfry May 23rd 2016, 8:28 pm

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Basic Biography

Real Name: Christian Roone
Renegade/Hero/Villain Name: Shemfry
Title: Dark Game Master
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Demon Possessed
Hair: Smoky Black
Eyes: Blood Red
Height: 5ft 11in
Weight: 167lbs
Blood type: O+

The Looks. Average height. Grey-ish skin. Tight Black Jeans. Black Hoodie .Pale Green T-Shirt. Black Sneakers with White Trim. Black Shades with Red Lens

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The Legacy

Personality: Insane

History: Christian was born in a small town. Starting small he learned quickly after his parents death that the world is an unforgiving place.
He always heard a small whisper in the back of his head, Never understanding what it meant until he lived out on the streets.
He was bullied as a child, Always despising everyone. One day he snapped. The voice went from a whisper to a shout "KILL THEM ALREADY SHEMFRY!"
Christian had never been so furious. The three kids looked him in the eyes as black smoke came up behind him and covered him.
When the smoke disappeared his eyes dilated to slits and turned blood red. The kids were paralyzed by pure limitless fear as he walked towards them.
Turning his head he glared at another kid, locking eyes and staring deep into the child’s soul. Slowly the color drained from the child’s eyes, flowing through the air and seeping into Christian’s own eyes, his actual life force being drained from his body.
He turned and began to walk away. The other children still filled with fear, but thinking themselves spared. This ordeal would not end so easily, for Christian had been bullied for too long. He spun around on his heels, grinning maliciously as he body was enveloped by smoke. It happened slowly this time, the smoke slowly curling around his form, a deep red mist flowing out of the corners of his eyes, his teeth shinning in the light as the smoke curled over his face. His features now completely covered the only visible part of him was his eyes, glowing brightly enough to shine through the thick smoke. As if pushed by a mighty wind the cloud of smoke flew forward and landed in front of another one of the bullies, a hand reaching out of the cloud and clenching around the child’s throat. Every vein in the child’s neck pulsed and became visible as a black magical fluid passed through them, quickly reaching his brain. As soon as the black sludge reached his brain gruesome images began to flash before his eyes. Images of his mother and father ripped apart and screaming for help.
The child grasped at his throat, the only thing keeping his body in movement was his will to escape the nightmares. Then the fluid reached his heart and he felt true fear as the fluid was pumped throughout his whole body, a spasm running the length of his body with the strange black liquid. All motor control was lost and the child went limp as the final effects of the mystical toxin took effect. In the clutches of fear and the moment nobody noticed that five whole minutes had passed. Christian let go of the child, who fell to the ground, his blood returning to normal but his eyes staying blank.
Christian knelt down next to the child, knowing full well that his mind was broken and nothing was left but his soul, which clung desperately to what remained of the child’s sanity. Christian looked into the child’s eyes, the smoke exploding outwards as he absorbed the child’s soul.
Once finished Christian stood and turned to the last child who stood against the wall, her whole body shaking in fear.
Christian stepped up to her and muttered a single word, a word wrapped in evil and magic. A word uttered in a tone far too deep for any normal child.
“Run”
The girl turned and did as he asked, running as fast as she could down the hallway. Yet Christian was not sated, that last soul had given him power of the likes he had never felt. Pulling his right arm back he charged a ball of pure magic in the palm of his hand. He brought his arm up, bending it at the elbow as the ball of light turned to a deep purple and took the semblance of a flame. Once he had fully charged the fireball he threw his arm forward, releasing it towards the girl. She turned just in time to see the ball explode against her back and spread fire to her whole body. She fell to the ground screaming in pain as her flesh either melted or turned to a crisp.
He returned home and realized he had never felt such a rush. He knew he could tell no one about his powers. But he now felt a thirst, a thirst for pain and anguish, a thirst for souls. He needed them, the soul he had devoured had already been used up. His abilities and magic reliant on having these souls.
The voice that unleashed his power became his only ally. He did anything it told him to do. He had at one point slaughtered forty two men for this voice, the attention of the police firmly situated on him.
He started to become hunted so he ran hiding anywhere he could, this made his physical form feeble. Which made him slower and physically weaker than most, but not incapable.
He began testing his powers and training and found he could harden the smoke into weak shields able to hold up to one or two melee weapon strikes at a time.
After a few years of isolation he reconnected with society, the man hunt skewed, the police having no chance of finding him as he had aged a bit. He walked through society calmly, intending on making a home and sating his bloodlust in secret. For a while it worked, using his fear tactics to score a free home. He captured people in the night and stole their souls, using the power he gained to kill more people in secret. Using a soul to gain a soul was inefficient but it kept him sated for the time being. Soon enough he found love, meeting a woman that stole his corrupt heart and made him feel happy.
But for someone so evil, something so nice will not last long. One night she followed him while he hunted, watching in horror as he put his evil craft to work and tortured a man before stealing his soul. She confronted him and the voice commanded him to kill her, that she had seen too much. He argued with it in front of her, descending more and more into a madness he had nearly escaped by entering civilization again. He fell to his knees, shouting for the voice to leave him alone, his human side revealing itself again. He lifted his hand and struck the ground, cracking his knuckle. But despite breaking his knuckle he felt no pain. It was this oddity that brought another realization. His whole body was going numb, the black smoke once again enveloping his body. He screamed out as it reached his face, a battle playing out in his mind, a battle that he was slowly but surely losing. He grit his teeth as his eyes were covered, only his mouth left visible. The red glow returned to his eyes, a red glow he had managed to tame during his training. The smoke reached his mouth, only his lips and teeth visible as he opened his mouth and screamed, the demon inside him taking full control.
The woman watched in horror, but by the time she realized that she should be running, it was far too late. Fire covered her body and roasted her alive. Christian was gone, Shemfry now in control.
A manic look filled the red eyes as the smoke exploded outwards. His maniacal laughter filled the air, a malicious sound matching the pitch of the woman’s dying screams.

The Powers and Weaknesses

(All characters can be as powerful as they want, as long as they are balanced with proper weaknesses.)
Powers

Power 1: Nightmare Touch

Power 2: Smoke Transformation/Hardening

Power 3: Soul Steal

Weakness(es)

Weakness 1: Water turns him normal while in smoke form, and can prevent him from taking his smoke form if he is covered.

Weakness 2: He has no resistance to damage while in his normal form. His durability in his normal state is lower than average, easily falling to a good punch.

Weakness 3: Unless shot in the head by a bullet made of pure metal will not kill him, but it will prevent him from using his magic. Any fully pure metal will do this to him.

Weakness 4: A properly made Pentagram will trap him if he is in the center of it, not one of the triangles of the star. He is trapped in the center unless it is broken, and at no point can he break a pentagram himself.

Weakness 5: Can’t cross salt lines.

RP Mechanics

RP Mechanic(s): Can turn into a black mist. He uses this to either get around or intimidate/shock his targets/opponents.

Items/Minions

Physical Priority
(You are to put these physical attributes in order from 1 to 4. 1 is the highest priority, 4 is the lowest.)
Agility 1
Endurance 4
Reaction 2
Strength 3

Misc

Power Information: Skin on Skin contact with this man causes debilitating nightmares. If he holds on for more than a minute it can cause mental conditions, if he holds on for more than three minutes it can turn the purest of heart completely wicked.
He can harden smoke to a multitude of items like a shield. This shield can be broken, able to take a minimum of 5 bullets from any low caliber gun. All abilities except uses his soul storage.
He is able to cast fireballs and read minds at the same time this would also debilitate his target due to his nightmare power. He can see in the night but like all his spells it drains Souls, advanced usage of these spells speeds up the soul consumption.

Weakness information: He can take a smoke form to fly and avoid damage, but if he is exposed to any amount of water he returns to normal. If he is wet he can not use his form.
Silver prevents him from using his magic, his magic being based on dark emotions, shadow, and general evil, the most pure metals available prevent him from accessing this dark magic.

His power is drawn from a demon that possessed him and fully became one with him, his human side being completely lost and the insane bloodlust of the demon taking over. The demon side is more than thick enough to be caught by a pentagram. While inside a pentagram he can use his magic and take his smoke form, but neither will penetrate the actual glyph.

Having devoted his form to a single body he can no longer posses other humans. He will continue to live forever unless he is mortally wounded, but age is of no consequence.

His Soul Stealing ability takes no energy but requires him to be within 1 foot of his target and maintain eye contact. He needs to absorb a soul to use any of his powers aside from stealing souls and turning to smoke. He uses this power to absorb the souls needed.