Post by Fál on Aug 17, 2009 18:28:59 GMT -8
• Pan Cernunnos Fál •
My real name is Pan Cernunnos Fál
I am known as Fál or Fál Cernunnos
My time on Earth is Many thousands of years
I am Male
My blood is Elf Demon
My allegiance lies with Demons for I am King
I appear as such...
-- As the beast, I am six foot six inches tall and weighing 204 pounds. I am slender for my size though muscular, as should be to support gargoyle-like charcoal gray wings attached to my back. Each wing is approximately nine feet long making my total wingspan about eighteen feet. My chest his hard, well formed as it should be. With legs a male ballet dancer would envy. I sports a 5'6" tail that is snake-like though charcoal gray and scaleless. Prehensile, I am able to use it like an extra hand if I so chose. My fingers are long and slender and instead of finger and toe nails, there are polished black claws instead. Aside from the color of my tail and wings which again, are charcoal black, my skin is as pale as death. My hair is also dark charcoal gray, appears black in most light, and is about three to five inches long. My face is strong, with handsome features. With elf-like pointed ears, full lips, and pale blue eyes near the shade of ice.
--As the man But I dare not travel on earth's soil with a guise such as that. The shape shifter I am, I choose a different body to roam the world in. My original one when I was mortal. This body is about 5'8" tall, a slender and lithe elf with features not too different from his beast form. My eyes are still pale as ice, lips are still full, skin is still pale as death. The only difference is that I am shorter than the beast, and without the wings and tail.
My personality is as such In emotional pain since cast off of my beloved Earth to rule a fiery inferno, my temper can be short for I do not wish to be bothered by petty circumstance. I feel as if I will be constantly betrayed, my trust is hard to achieve. But I do delight in meddling with others lives, playing the trickster and even the simplest things can delight me at times. My outward arrogance masks what deeper emotions I feel.
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My abilities are numerous For I am a shapeshifter, turning into whatever form I see fit. I am also pyrokenetic and electrokenetic being able to create, bend, and use fire and electricity to my will. I can teleport, I come and go as I please. I can also change your circumstance. By selling me your soul I will, pardon the cliche, grant most any wish or desire.
My strengths are wisdom, stealth, charisma
My weaknesses are lust, wrath, pride, greed, envy, gluttony, sloth... in that order.
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I like Sex, intoxication, fame, leadership, being right, loud music, nightlife, company, being solitary, night time, Aston Martin, being amused, belittling.
I dislikes: Disobedience.
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History: The race of man was barely a breadth on the wind when the ancient race of elves fell into a rapid decline. Desperate to save his beloved kin the elven king Pan pleaded to the gods for aid. Only one answered Pan, telling him that all will be well and the race of elves will not parish if he scaled the highest crags to touch the heavens he will be given the power to overcome his enemies. This delighted Pan, but this god was a trickster and he lied to the king. It took the king five weeks to reach the top of the mountains. During which time he was cut off from all the happenings of his kingdom. When he reached the top, the trickster god greeted him with a sly half smile and news of his race's demise and that Pan was the last of his kind. Horrified, Pan yelled a wild howl into the sky and fell to his knees in grief, the trickster god continued to speak. "But I am still giving you what you came all this way for. The power to overcome your enemies is yours." The trickster god leaned over Pan, laying a hand on the white elf's shoulder. And instead of howls of grief, they were howls of utter suffering and pain. Seizures overcame the once-king, and as he writhed on the dirt his body changed. He grew taller, bat-like wings sprouted from his back. His spine elongated and continued to form a tail. Burning filled his veins and he wretched, for he knew he would still live but without even seeing his reflection he knew he has become a monster. It was several nights before the pain left and Pan dared to move, no... he was not Pan anymore. He took his surname and made it his only, Fál. Pronounced fail, because that is what he had done... failed. Fál, rose from from the dirt, nude for his clothes no longer fit his new body and were destroyed in the transformation and he saw that the trickster god was still there. "Don't worry", the trickster god spoke, "this new body of yours isn't your prison, for I gave you the magic to change into masks for your bidding." Fál said nothing. "I have a job for you," the trickster god spoke again. "You cannot be king here for there is no kingdom. I have a kingdom with no king. It is yours to rule." Before Fál could react to the words he found himself in blackness, hot, hot blazing blackness. He found himself in his new kingdom, the Underworld.
