Demon Realm

May 2017 Featured RPG

Matteo Cash

Give her to me. Give him to me. Take. Take. Take. All. MINE
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Character Information

Character Type
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Human with Civil Demon
Billy Huxley
Human Pronouns
Human Age
Demon Pronouns
Demon Age
Him, He
Tattoo Artist

Character Summary

The whispers. The constant whispers of macabre thoughts. Disillusioned mayhem. Chaotic contempt. They filtered through his mind with no way out. Hounded at him. Roared at him. Until everything around seemed to dull into a low thrum. Sometimes, it consumed so much that all he could do was scream. Scream until his throat was raw, and his voice cracked. It was the thing attached to him. The thing that continuously haunted him just for it's own pleasure. The thing that forced him into hunting. Preying. Bonded to the still of the night with a lurking none would understand. The only thing, besides his sister, that brought him relief, was his art. The paintings. The drawings. The carvings. The relief. Everything and anything he could transform to relay his thoughts. The whispers. The constant whispers to those around him. A plea. A plea from a silent agony that hid behind a sheepish smile and a wicked eye.

Secrets. All the Secrets.

He has a charming smile, a twinkle in his eye, and a shift in him that could snap at a moments notice. While he is kind hearted, it is difficult to be harassed with ongoing thoughts of murder, death, and violence. It is difficult to keep the laughter real, when every thought is consumed with blood. Although, he has grown semi-used to it. He just...Has his moments. The thing likes to try to break him. It is always a battle, and he wins just as often as he loses. It doesn't help that every few nights, his entire memory of what has transpired disappears. Of what has overtaken him disappears. Of what he has done. Or that he always woke not only bruised and battered, but with this sick, twisted feeling that he had enjoyed it. It is difficult for him to allow many to get close, mainly because he doesn't trust himself. Or rather trust it. He can come across as brisk, a brute, standoffish, but has an easy smile and can have a snarky attitude, and yet when one gets close to him he will do anything to make them laugh. smile. always taking the burden of their problems, but never burdening others.

Dominion 1
Mastery: Proficient
The ability to disintegrate matter, so long as it’s an inanimate object. This means you cannot disintegrate living beings such as humans, animals, or plants.
Power Based: The faster the disintegration works.

Dominion 2
Superior Endurance
Mastery: MAJOR
Accelerated endurance. This dominion means you can endure greater pressure, deeper pain, greater strain both physical and emotional, and more dangerous situations than you normally would be able to. Can also run farther and do more laborious things without getting tired.
Control Based: Greater mental or emotional strain.

Dominion 3
Mastery: Minor
The ability to allow objects that have never and will never live to act as though they are living. Items will never gain sentience or will of their own, but may follow orders, sometimes even after the animator is dead.
Control Based: The larger amount of unanimated objects you can animate and control at once.

Dominion 4
Mastery: Legendary
The generation and control over electricity. This does not involve controlling machines, rather, the user can control the flow of power being used or channeled through machines. In some cases, the user can control lightning.
Control Based: The greater control over the channel of electricity.

Dominion 5
Mastery: Proficient
The ability to use sound waves to locate objects, like a bat.
Power Based: The greater range of sound waves you can use to see more objects at once.

Dominion 6
Mastery: Greater
Ability to find places, people, or objects over a certain distance, regardless of whether these things or people are obscured or hidden.
Control Based: You can follow more intricate paths and find people hidden under the deepest magical obstacles, however your senses get muddled at greater distances.

Character In-Depth

Growing up he had always wanted a little brother. Always wanted to have someone to play fetch with, and tag with. Someone he could wrestle with, and so when his parents announced they were going to have a new member of the family, he was so excited. Until he found out it would be a girl. A princess loving, tiara wearing, pink adoring girl. The tantrum he threw that day! And consequent days! Tears and fists and even the odd cuss he got a good lashing for. He did not want some snooty, bawling crybaby girl. How could he wrestle with a girl? How could he build a tree fort with a girl? He remembered when he first saw her. She was but a young one, maybe 2 or 3, and the first time he laid eyes on her he scowled. Turning away from her and marching right back inside. He would not care about her. Maybe then, maybe then they would send her back from where she came from! Maybe then, they would give him what he wanted. Not some girl with boogers sticking out her nose.

But no matter what he did, she would just not leave. He would pinch her until she cried before marching off with his chubby little legs. Take her toy and toss it into the other room. Yell at her. Scowl at her. Ignore her. And yet everytime he looked back, there she was staring at him with big eyes and a bubbling laugh. It was so annoying. She was so annoying. Why could she not just leave him alone? Then it happened. He did not remember how old he was, did not remember what had lead up to it, but he remembered the thing had been whispering to him all night. Had been whispering the lies and the deceit and the negatives until he was crying into his pillow. Crying into it. The door opened, a peak of light from the hallway illuminating the room and her little form wobbled in. She said something, he didn't know what, but before he knew it his memory flashed and she was crawled into her bed and offering him her favorite stuffed animal.

She sang, whispered a melody that was completely off key but it allowed him to shut everything out. Shut the thing out. Even his breathing. And fall asleep. From that moment on, they were a team. Nothing would come between them. He judged every boy she met, and stood up for her against every bully she ran into that teased her for her..oddities. And she? Well his little sister..his best friend was the only one that seemed to be able to keep him…Sane.

Demon Information

The ability to very slowly, very meticulously, drive another sentient insane is a delicious, and wonderful thing. Don't you believe? To create a situation where someone will do the complete opposite of their nature, just to satisfy an unseen entity?

Fucking. Marvelous. The thing has never been seen, it lives within Matteo - So it is unknown if it will truly ever become apparent. Sometimes there may be a slight darkening shadow that can be seen out of the corner of one's eye, but it vanishes just as quickly as it can be seen. The ability to drive his host insane, slowly make him lose his grip on reality, is not just for fun. Everything slowly gets broken down, and when he can finally gain full access he has the ability to take control over his host, at which time he then mmmm gets to feed on whomever and whatever he can find. Gets to play. Gets to dance. Gets to have fun. He is insanity. He falls in love with absolutely everyone who looks at him. Obsessives over them. Believes they are soulmates. But. He does not understand what any of that means. He is evil, but he is innocent in all aspects of the world. Thinking everything is simply there for his enjoyment.

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