Post by Belphegor on Mar 26, 2012 5:13:08 GMT 1
Playby: Antonio Banderas
Name: Belphegor
Age: Timeless / 30-ish
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Species: Demon
Physical Description:
Tall and long limbed, Belphegor is a figure of sculpted muscle and lean perfection. His Latino complexion so perfectly offsets his darkly handsome looks that it is possible to forget that it is a demon that looks out from behind those dark bedroom eyes. His thick, dark hair falls naturally with a loose curl though he normally wears it partly slicked back. He has a talent for wearing his clothes like a second skin and though he shares the usual demonic obsession with monochrome it's just because he knows it makes him look so damned hot! The whisper of his rich Spanish accent and his intoxicating scent are the only warning he gives that it's already too late to run.
Attitude:
Sloth isn't about being lazy, it is about being clever, and Belphegor prides himself on being very, very clever. Whilst he seems easygoing and has perfected a casual pose and lazy smile, Belphegor always has something devious going on in the back of his mind. Always observing, Bel rarely misses anything that is going on around him though he himself is rarely seen until he wants to be, and when he wants to be you won't be able to miss him, and Bel doesn't like rivals. He generally prefers his hand in things to remain unseen. He considers Leviathan as his best friend.
Abilities:
As the Demon Prince of Sloth, Belphegor's powers are to inspire people with ingenious inventions and discoveries, and tempt weak willed humans with promises of wealth and luxury through sloth.
As the Demon of Vanity Belphegor can grant anyone great beauty, but there is always a sinister price, however innocent seeming his request. “Beauty always comes with dark thoughts.”
He is also known to be the one who inspires orgies.
He dislikes direct confrontation and will avoid fights unless he gets to choose the ground. His quiet observations are a habit and have left him compulsively secretive. He hates muses most of all the angels save Michael who he detests above all others.
Standard Demon abilities:
Strength and speed of five men – Self-healing - Telekinesis - Possession of humans - Teleport to evil concentrated areas - Sense the presence of angels - Able to see the sins one has committed
Signature weapon:
Forged in the fires of hell these are the only weapons that are lethal to Angels.
Belphegor's signature weapon is the kusarigama, and he laughs himself sick every time it shocks the hell out of some shmuck expecting him to summon a cazoleta.
Standard Demon weaknesses:
Cannot pass a barrier of Salt – Incapacitated by Silver - Holy water is corrosive - Holy Fire destroys them
History:
Some might say he had been hanging around Levi too much, but what else were best friends for? Levi was fun to be around, even if he had to negotiate Lilith to get him sometimes. But whatever the cause, Bel just couldn't bring himself to leave the war without at least trying to take out that wretched angel of inspiration and beauty, Jophiel.
He had hated him from the very first moment he had laid eyes on him but the little shit was never far from one of the major archangels, usually Michael. Taking him out would be hard enough but doing it without getting a face-full of that great-sword was next to impossible. Belphegor had been working on it since they got to heaven...
But now, with Levi's plan to bail on the war and head back to earth, it was now or never. Bel instigated his plan and the trap worked perfectly. Jophiel was lured just that fraction too far and the patsy Bel had chosen to take the hit from Michael did his job perfectly, except... Belphegor nearly screamed in frustration as Jophiel clung to life for precious seconds and gifted his beauty to Michael.
Furious though he was, there was nothing to be done about it now, he needed to get to Levi and the others before Michael got over himself and figured out who was behind it. Lilith would be late, as usual, she never could resist the urge to keep Levi waiting, and Bel didn't want to turn up with an archangel on his heels if they were going to have to hang about.
Belphegor turned away from watching the weeping Michael and went to meet his friend. As it turned out, Mamon was going to cock that up anyway...
Rule Code Word: Elek is made of awesome
Species Code Word: anathema
Clarification Code Word: Firefly
Rp Sample:
Bel sauntered over to where the man sat alone, resting by the side of the road, and he noticed again the furtive and obsessive manner in which he rubbed and peered at his arm. He had been observing this mortal for a while now and had found his unfolding story entirely fascinating. Whilst he had at first considered taking the mortal, what he had since learned had given him a much, much more amusing idea. All he had to do now was pitch it just right...
Bel took a seat on a hummock close by and softly began to speak, as if to himself or some other invisible companion. His hat was tilted low casting his face in shadow, but still it was clear he was a handsome man. “Is not life grand?” he spoke quietly yet cheerfully, “...so many roads to walk, so many things to see. Alas to not know how long we have to walk them...” He deliberately avoided looking at the mortal, he needed no reaction to his words to know that he was right in his assertion of the man's identity.
“If only there were some way to know?” He leant down to flick a particle of dust from his soft leather boots, “...or better yet to choose how long that might be? Of course, that would be something for nothing, would it not? But is that not the dream all mortals aspire to? Where is the pleasure in something you have to work for...?” He finally raised his face, and his midnight eyes met the man's own. “I know who you are son of Adam, and the Mark and burden you bear...”
Bel smirked a little then. “You must really have ticked off your father's Father to earn that little badge of merit... and that is something I can well appreciate. You've made a good start but that's all, and it's all going to be over far too soon for my liking, especially considering it really never needs to be over at all...” Belphegor purred the last and then chuckled, “...so come here boy and I will show you how to really piss that bastard off...” Grinning, Belphegor offered Cain his hand...