Reborn
Fierce - Hostile - Spiteful
The World's Depiction of Me
Pet Name: Reborn
Owner: Rogue
Theme / Type: Inferno Mandoran
Born: April 14, 2008
Gender: Male
MisticPal Name: Wraith
MisticPal Age: 5073 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 8 / 8
Strength: 3
Defense: 3
Speed: 3
Intellect: 5
Misticpower: 3
Battles Won: 1
Battles Lost: 1
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Books Read
Books Read: 1/373 [ View Books ]
1. Scarab Desert Survival Handbook
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 5/1254 [ View Foods ]
1. - Dried Up Cactus Drink
2. - Pyramid Cake
3. - Scarab Soup
4. - Scorpion on a Stick
5. - Strange Sack Lunch
2. - Pyramid Cake
3. - Scarab Soup
4. - Scorpion on a Stick
5. - Strange Sack Lunch
The Story Unfolds
His mood as gray as
The skies.
With a walking stick in hand
He plods across the country
Looking for his place to die.
After many years of walking
He finally finds
What he seeks.
A small little clearing,
Next to a creek.
Heaving a great sigh
He rests his weary feet,
Waiting and watching.
His end he will meet.
As he closes his eyes,
A smile on his face.
The man knows a mighty beast
Will be born in his place.
As he exhales a final time,
And says good-bye
To the world.
He bursts into flames
As the fire crackles through
The night.
At dawn's first light
Only ashes remain
And the beast finally came.
After it was just thought
A breeze in the air.
The ashes began to stir.
Rising from underneath them all
Was a beast,
A warrior.
Fire rippled over the muscles
The horns spiraled up
As the eyes burned a red.
Oh this beast was mighty alright
But the old man was foolish
And with his death...
Released the world's dread.
Risen From The Ashes
From senile to strength.
Stats
Name: Not Known
Nickname: The Reborn
Meaning:
Reborn - revived or regenerated.
Pronounced: Re-born
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
SO: Straight
Status: Single; not looking
Kin: None
Personality: Destructive, Silent, Intellegent, Driven
Likes: Fire, being alone, thinking, making decisions
Dislikes: The old man he came from, people, water, indecisivness
Class: Demon
Theme Song: Funhouse by Pink
Personal Quote: "Fire is only wild when the one holding it doesn't know its language."
Height:
Quad- Normally about 5 1/2 feet at shoulder, can grow up to 14 feet at shoulder depending on mood
Anthro/Human- 6'5", can grow to be 13' depending on mood
Build: Thick, heavily muscled, wide very shoulders
Hair Color: Raven black
Hair Length: Mid back
Eye Color: Gold/Orange, one solid color, no pupil/iris
Skin Tone: Ashy gray, when mad turns to volcanic rock with fire inbetween cracks
Clothing Style:
Medival - Dark gold pants, tight at waist and tight at ankles. A thick wine colored belt. A long black cloak claspes at his throat, a golden flame is the pin. Hair is pulled back in a pony tail
Modern Day - Torn up faded black jeans, red sweatshirt jacket, open down front, worn out tennis shoes. Hair is also drawn back in a ponytail. Wears black sunglasses
Misc:
Has twin horns curling around his head
Where ever he walks he leaves a charred foot print
Has a tail, tip is on fire
When in demon form he has giant tattered bat wings coming from his shoulders.
Abilities
Fire control
If people look into his eyes they can see the depths of hell what awaits them there
Able to travel from one place to another quickly and without being seen
Can fade into shadows
History:
He slowly raised his head, a smirk spreading across his chiseled features. He sensed another one of his kind about. Though if he knew this demon was yet to be determined. For he had been trapped in a mortal body for well over a thousand years, punishment for his 'crimes' against the angelic folk.
He had once been one of the seven deadly sins. He had been the embodiement of Anger itself, its champion, its herald. And he had been the strongest of them all. He had accepted his master, loved it, and relished what he could do. When it willed him to destroy the angelic folk's residing place, he had taken up the challenge with pleasure.
With the attack he mounted, he had almost won. Until his counterpart, Love had stabbed him in the back. The heavens had been in ruins, burning, with demons running wild. And he himself had been about to sit on the throne of all, when Wisdom had appeared, begging him to stop. To return to the Underworld. And all that time the weakling Love had been sneaking up behind him. The weapon that love used had rendered him powerless, and the Seven Virtues had banished him to the worst fate he could dream of.
He was stuck in a small, disabled, male mortal. For a thousand years that man lived, limping around, begging, bringing smiles to all. It had sickened the demon, who bid his time. building up his rage. When the man finally died, he had spent one night finally resting. With the first rays of sun, he rose, his form once more free to tread on the Realworld's ground. And now he sought revenge.
He was simply known as 'The Reborn,' he had no other name. Any that had exsist was lost in history. But, in the world of mortals, he took on a name. The name of the man who he had been imprisoned in. The last thing the Seven Virtues would ever hear when he finished with them. He had taken the name Thane. Born of fire, warrior, and a few others were its meanings. And the meanings fit.
Taking purposeful strides, his footprints burning into the concrete, he followed the demon, taking his time to catch up.
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