Post by Sam Aeil on Apr 23, 2020 13:01:25 GMT -6
Sam Aeil
Name: Sam Aeil
Nickname(s): None Yet!
Race: Human
Age: 19 Years on Earth.
Gender: Male
Planet: Earth
Appearance: Usually dressed in a black suit, this character has a smooth skin as his body seems to easily slide into his clothes and out when he is caught by an opponent.
With his outfit made to have hidden pockets for knives around his legs and torso.
His red eyes seem to have a glimmer of blue within when a person stares closely, almost as if he has a dual-colored eye that is overwhelmed by the deep red that is visible.
His Pupil is abnormally small as it often causes him to have issues with adjusting to things that rapidly change distance.
At his left hand, he has a scar of a sixth finger that was removed by an accident, although the damage itself seems to run down the base of his arm, often making it hard to see his palamaris longus which he seems to pride himself on!
Although he does often seem shy about the fact that he is miniscule compared to other people at a child their height, often confused for one.
He often dresses in the same, boring suit as he takes time to get up in the morning, although that doesn't mean that he does not have other outfits!
Especially an outfit he deems 'the ultimate show of fashion' which is a pair of crocs with pink long frilly pants, a black T-shirt that speaks of Dungeon and Dragon's and Diners along with a hairband that is made almost entirely out of glitter when first seen.
Which simply explains how horrid his fashion sense is.
Besides this, he does tend to put a little accessory on his knives, from little pieces of cloth at the end to a few little bands, as he seems to have recognizable names for every single one of his physical knives.
History: Living for centuries, even millennia within the bounds of hell, a demon was busy writing every single detail in his personalized book of 'The fantastic Demon' as he was enjoying himself with a cup of wine.
Ordering weird objects from his peasants, ordering items from his higher-ups, he would ask for anything he could get his hands on and then start to modify them to his own wishes as he stared at the mirror with a brilliant smile~
Yet when he made the ultimate weapon to get revenge on the other demons? He fucked up.
He pleasantly, loyally fucked up as this Demon with a shitty history, with a shitty set of desires of just wanting to be a general evil was cast away to the planet of flesh sacrifices.
'Earth' so to say...
In the body of a newborn child, having to experience his own birth and then trying to escape from his home only to end up back at the home, crying because these new human feelings hurt.
He was a loving son to his family, as he realized he had to practice to regain his magical prowess to get back to hell, as he had to keep practicing and doing his best at school to be able to learn magic.
Only to be faced with the horrid knowledge that his once amazing skill with magic was replaced with martial prowess, and to make matters even worse.
His best attempt of making anything magical happen was even replaced with the production of more of these cursed potions that made him like this human body!
He was a human, bound to a human body, bound to a human family, and whenever he tried to do crime!
IT. ALWAYS. WENT. WRONG!
He tried to steal from his teacher, only to realize that when he dumped the wallet and was counting the money, the director walked in on him and realized that the money WAS too much and he was dealing in illegal drugs and that he saved the school!
When he tried to stab a person in an alleyway, he accidentally stopped a terrorist from executing an office building by blowing it sky-high!
His biggest feature, which gave him the building that he was working at recently, was when his parents died, their loving words stinging against his demonic heart as he would clench their hands softly, realizing that they were poisoned by another bastard.
His biggest fantastical ability to do the crimes, he was shocked how it fell apart when he managed to climb and break through a window.
As he rolled across the ground with the innocent people that laid there, he couldn't help but realize that he was executing enemies of a gang, that he was helping multiple people.
That his daggers that he carried with him, taken from multiple bastards he dealt with in the past...
He just felt incomplete yet at the same time happy when he destroyed all of these people as a person incapable of doing crime without it going completely 'right' in some way.
As a person who has tried every method to become edgy, to become the ultimate demonic person.
Yet, he instead was given his own bar to work at, to share information with to possibly ruin some lives with, only to have his entire experience turned into a mediocre life where he was going to be following the future as a hero...
If only he could join a few friends and do bad... This is the story of our little buddy, Sam.
Racials: Creativity - Due to their quick thinking and resourcefulness, Earthlings are quick to master and innovate. Gain one Mastery Point every 10,000 PL instead of every 15,000.
In a Pinch - Due to their resourcefulness, Humans can activate a transformation if their TM gauge has 90% of the TM gauge minimum rather than 100%. They also may one per thread push their TM gauge to -10% to maintain a transformation longer.
Techniques: [ST-1] - Stihellto - Throwing a single dagger with extra strength, this technique is known for deadly efficiency in rescuing people and destroying villains.
Something that he has done first with the shoe of a fair maiden, before being beaten out of the club by her bag for breaking her heels...
[SP] - Hell's Bells and Whistles - Without mechanical effect, this ability is used to manifest small strings of energy from the fingertips of the user, or their palm, depending on how they wish to use it, this allows their weapons to hit with a bit of extra range.
Mostly used for improving his dagger style combat fighting.
[SP] - Cat-o'-Cocktails - Being able to brew any drink to a perfect quantity using the magical energy that he obtained from his lineage in the nether realms, there was nothing that a person could predict that he can create flavour potions with strange effects for jokes!
Although these will do nothing in physical combat and do not grant any benefits unless a running gag has been made between members.
Example Solo: As Sam was sitting in his Bar, slowly spinning on the chair with the seventh case of somebody complaining about his height with the raised back of the bar section, reducing the number of bottles he could place beneath the bar itself.
He would walk around before taking a soft count at the heads inside today, remembering each of their names as their bodies were coated in scars, damage, and vicious brutality while he himself had gone clean for most of his errors... Besides a 'small' wound on his wrist down to arm...
"Oy, Boss, Got a bit of information?" A stranger would say, while Sam would sigh, knowing that people like this always liked a little bit of a play today, before taking a bottle of Cognac from the shelf, starting to slowly pop the bottle.
"Aged at one hundred and eighteen years, this bottle is made in the distance of West city" As he started to pour it in a circular motion before then stopping at where he would indicate where the north was, the man shuffling awkwardly before taking out a note as Sam couldn't help but sigh...
"Do not show the others the note of codes, please." He spoke before the man looked shocked and then quickly read it before asking.
"One hundred? Not two hundred?" Which gave sam a pleasant surprise, as he would raise an eyebrow.
"You mean to say, that one hundred isn't enough anymore?"
"No, It seems that the Rose desires a cognac aged two hundred or above, for something is going to happen soon in these days."
Sam would lean backward, stumbling for a moment as he had his eyes widen, speaking in an alien tongue that he once used to hide messages himself with before then fixing his posture and gaze.
"Okay, fuck the code words!" As he grasped the man by his neck, keeping him pinned before slamming a knife through his necktie to keep him bound to the table. "What do you mean there is going to be a crusade!? Who in the fucking hell is trying to eliminate the black market and trying to eliminate all loose ends?!"
Before every person in the bar would rise up from their seats, almost as if an organized training had been done for months to prepare for this moment as their weapons were starting to be drawn.
'Glocks, Machineguns, One guy even brought a shotgun along, what a fucking hero!' Sam thought to himself before then the smile on the person he pinned his face was enough for him to realize what was happening before using two strings from his fingertips to hook onto bottles and throwing them into the crowd to shower them in alcohol and glass shards as he threw two daggers.
Yet it wasn't enough as a rampaging amount of bullets started to become visible smashing into the bottles that he held so dear to himself.
Each and every drink which had a story was being torn to shreds as he sat there on the ground, clenching his fist painfully before realizing that he had to do ANOTHER good deed by eliminating all of these fuckers as the man raised his hand while freeing his body from the table, spinning the dagger around as he soon clenched it, checking for the bleeding body of Sam.
"Don't worry guys! I got his fuckin' knife and now to drive it straight into his body." The guy spoke, cocky and full of himself before sam clutched a small bundle of glass shards while seeing his face appear.
Shock and Awe were visible at first before a smile crossed before he threw these shards into his face.
Each and every fragment cutting into his face as he was knocked upwards for a second before the midget vaulted his way over the counter and with the body in his hand towards the ground floor, driving his head face-first into the planks, burying his face first down as he dashed away.
"John, Oliver" He spoke with a happy voice as the two pointed their colts down at the ground, unloading two shots before soon hearing an awkward noise as they dropped their guns, sighing painfully before they were also planted into the ground.
Making his way through bodies, Constantly eliminating person after person as he kept his pace going, the only thing that they all heard as they weren't fully prepared to go to war with this man, but more so forced by other gangs...
It hurt Sam to be eliminating the people that he was using to build up a track record of villainy!
To build up a record of crimes! of evil things he did!
"Clover, Ricard, Ayumu, Micheal, Gorp, Flooflepoof, Ratatouille, Morgana..." The names went on and on and on.
Yet, when he walked out of the building, with the cops starting to take notice of what had happened, he clenched his teeth as he plugged his ears wanting to not hear it, bleeding from his knuckles and his palms from the amount of glass he had been using before then hearing that fucking officer shout once again.
"Look at it again everybody!" Randy spoke, His voice booming into sam his head as usual... "Sam the fucking man has saved the night once again with his bar populated by criminals and he has buried them all! Bummer that the bar went down though!" As he laughed, slamming his palm onto the back of the little guy his body before the heat was felt suddenly along with the sound of glass shattering...
Cops starting to rush in to take bodies that were knocked out away from the building as a single figure was seen standing at the top of a building, dressed entirely in black before stating a soft quote that he could read from his lips...
"The black lotus shall bring death to the ends." As he would simply lean backward in agony, crying tears about how edgy that was, about how they had every reason to kill people but he was stuck being a fucking goody two shoes as he made a final choice.
"Fine! If that is how it is, I will take matters in my own hand!" as the officer looked confused before then nodding as he would believe him to do good.
Not to know that Mike was about to deliver the most interesting package of information about a new upcoming group called the black lotus planning to kill every gangster and the black market itself~!
Time to go visit the Hope family itself!
Nickname(s): None Yet!
Race: Human
Age: 19 Years on Earth.
Gender: Male
Planet: Earth
Appearance: Usually dressed in a black suit, this character has a smooth skin as his body seems to easily slide into his clothes and out when he is caught by an opponent.
With his outfit made to have hidden pockets for knives around his legs and torso.
His red eyes seem to have a glimmer of blue within when a person stares closely, almost as if he has a dual-colored eye that is overwhelmed by the deep red that is visible.
His Pupil is abnormally small as it often causes him to have issues with adjusting to things that rapidly change distance.
At his left hand, he has a scar of a sixth finger that was removed by an accident, although the damage itself seems to run down the base of his arm, often making it hard to see his palamaris longus which he seems to pride himself on!
Although he does often seem shy about the fact that he is miniscule compared to other people at a child their height, often confused for one.
He often dresses in the same, boring suit as he takes time to get up in the morning, although that doesn't mean that he does not have other outfits!
Especially an outfit he deems 'the ultimate show of fashion' which is a pair of crocs with pink long frilly pants, a black T-shirt that speaks of Dungeon and Dragon's and Diners along with a hairband that is made almost entirely out of glitter when first seen.
Which simply explains how horrid his fashion sense is.
Besides this, he does tend to put a little accessory on his knives, from little pieces of cloth at the end to a few little bands, as he seems to have recognizable names for every single one of his physical knives.
History: Living for centuries, even millennia within the bounds of hell, a demon was busy writing every single detail in his personalized book of 'The fantastic Demon' as he was enjoying himself with a cup of wine.
Ordering weird objects from his peasants, ordering items from his higher-ups, he would ask for anything he could get his hands on and then start to modify them to his own wishes as he stared at the mirror with a brilliant smile~
Yet when he made the ultimate weapon to get revenge on the other demons? He fucked up.
He pleasantly, loyally fucked up as this Demon with a shitty history, with a shitty set of desires of just wanting to be a general evil was cast away to the planet of flesh sacrifices.
'Earth' so to say...
In the body of a newborn child, having to experience his own birth and then trying to escape from his home only to end up back at the home, crying because these new human feelings hurt.
He was a loving son to his family, as he realized he had to practice to regain his magical prowess to get back to hell, as he had to keep practicing and doing his best at school to be able to learn magic.
Only to be faced with the horrid knowledge that his once amazing skill with magic was replaced with martial prowess, and to make matters even worse.
His best attempt of making anything magical happen was even replaced with the production of more of these cursed potions that made him like this human body!
He was a human, bound to a human body, bound to a human family, and whenever he tried to do crime!
IT. ALWAYS. WENT. WRONG!
He tried to steal from his teacher, only to realize that when he dumped the wallet and was counting the money, the director walked in on him and realized that the money WAS too much and he was dealing in illegal drugs and that he saved the school!
When he tried to stab a person in an alleyway, he accidentally stopped a terrorist from executing an office building by blowing it sky-high!
His biggest feature, which gave him the building that he was working at recently, was when his parents died, their loving words stinging against his demonic heart as he would clench their hands softly, realizing that they were poisoned by another bastard.
His biggest fantastical ability to do the crimes, he was shocked how it fell apart when he managed to climb and break through a window.
As he rolled across the ground with the innocent people that laid there, he couldn't help but realize that he was executing enemies of a gang, that he was helping multiple people.
That his daggers that he carried with him, taken from multiple bastards he dealt with in the past...
He just felt incomplete yet at the same time happy when he destroyed all of these people as a person incapable of doing crime without it going completely 'right' in some way.
As a person who has tried every method to become edgy, to become the ultimate demonic person.
Yet, he instead was given his own bar to work at, to share information with to possibly ruin some lives with, only to have his entire experience turned into a mediocre life where he was going to be following the future as a hero...
If only he could join a few friends and do bad... This is the story of our little buddy, Sam.
Racials: Creativity - Due to their quick thinking and resourcefulness, Earthlings are quick to master and innovate. Gain one Mastery Point every 10,000 PL instead of every 15,000.
In a Pinch - Due to their resourcefulness, Humans can activate a transformation if their TM gauge has 90% of the TM gauge minimum rather than 100%. They also may one per thread push their TM gauge to -10% to maintain a transformation longer.
Techniques: [ST-1] - Stihellto - Throwing a single dagger with extra strength, this technique is known for deadly efficiency in rescuing people and destroying villains.
Something that he has done first with the shoe of a fair maiden, before being beaten out of the club by her bag for breaking her heels...
[SP] - Hell's Bells and Whistles - Without mechanical effect, this ability is used to manifest small strings of energy from the fingertips of the user, or their palm, depending on how they wish to use it, this allows their weapons to hit with a bit of extra range.
Mostly used for improving his dagger style combat fighting.
[SP] - Cat-o'-Cocktails - Being able to brew any drink to a perfect quantity using the magical energy that he obtained from his lineage in the nether realms, there was nothing that a person could predict that he can create flavour potions with strange effects for jokes!
Although these will do nothing in physical combat and do not grant any benefits unless a running gag has been made between members.
Example Solo: As Sam was sitting in his Bar, slowly spinning on the chair with the seventh case of somebody complaining about his height with the raised back of the bar section, reducing the number of bottles he could place beneath the bar itself.
He would walk around before taking a soft count at the heads inside today, remembering each of their names as their bodies were coated in scars, damage, and vicious brutality while he himself had gone clean for most of his errors... Besides a 'small' wound on his wrist down to arm...
"Oy, Boss, Got a bit of information?" A stranger would say, while Sam would sigh, knowing that people like this always liked a little bit of a play today, before taking a bottle of Cognac from the shelf, starting to slowly pop the bottle.
"Aged at one hundred and eighteen years, this bottle is made in the distance of West city" As he started to pour it in a circular motion before then stopping at where he would indicate where the north was, the man shuffling awkwardly before taking out a note as Sam couldn't help but sigh...
"Do not show the others the note of codes, please." He spoke before the man looked shocked and then quickly read it before asking.
"One hundred? Not two hundred?" Which gave sam a pleasant surprise, as he would raise an eyebrow.
"You mean to say, that one hundred isn't enough anymore?"
"No, It seems that the Rose desires a cognac aged two hundred or above, for something is going to happen soon in these days."
Sam would lean backward, stumbling for a moment as he had his eyes widen, speaking in an alien tongue that he once used to hide messages himself with before then fixing his posture and gaze.
"Okay, fuck the code words!" As he grasped the man by his neck, keeping him pinned before slamming a knife through his necktie to keep him bound to the table. "What do you mean there is going to be a crusade!? Who in the fucking hell is trying to eliminate the black market and trying to eliminate all loose ends?!"
Before every person in the bar would rise up from their seats, almost as if an organized training had been done for months to prepare for this moment as their weapons were starting to be drawn.
'Glocks, Machineguns, One guy even brought a shotgun along, what a fucking hero!' Sam thought to himself before then the smile on the person he pinned his face was enough for him to realize what was happening before using two strings from his fingertips to hook onto bottles and throwing them into the crowd to shower them in alcohol and glass shards as he threw two daggers.
Yet it wasn't enough as a rampaging amount of bullets started to become visible smashing into the bottles that he held so dear to himself.
Each and every drink which had a story was being torn to shreds as he sat there on the ground, clenching his fist painfully before realizing that he had to do ANOTHER good deed by eliminating all of these fuckers as the man raised his hand while freeing his body from the table, spinning the dagger around as he soon clenched it, checking for the bleeding body of Sam.
"Don't worry guys! I got his fuckin' knife and now to drive it straight into his body." The guy spoke, cocky and full of himself before sam clutched a small bundle of glass shards while seeing his face appear.
Shock and Awe were visible at first before a smile crossed before he threw these shards into his face.
Each and every fragment cutting into his face as he was knocked upwards for a second before the midget vaulted his way over the counter and with the body in his hand towards the ground floor, driving his head face-first into the planks, burying his face first down as he dashed away.
"John, Oliver" He spoke with a happy voice as the two pointed their colts down at the ground, unloading two shots before soon hearing an awkward noise as they dropped their guns, sighing painfully before they were also planted into the ground.
Making his way through bodies, Constantly eliminating person after person as he kept his pace going, the only thing that they all heard as they weren't fully prepared to go to war with this man, but more so forced by other gangs...
It hurt Sam to be eliminating the people that he was using to build up a track record of villainy!
To build up a record of crimes! of evil things he did!
"Clover, Ricard, Ayumu, Micheal, Gorp, Flooflepoof, Ratatouille, Morgana..." The names went on and on and on.
Yet, when he walked out of the building, with the cops starting to take notice of what had happened, he clenched his teeth as he plugged his ears wanting to not hear it, bleeding from his knuckles and his palms from the amount of glass he had been using before then hearing that fucking officer shout once again.
"Look at it again everybody!" Randy spoke, His voice booming into sam his head as usual... "Sam the fucking man has saved the night once again with his bar populated by criminals and he has buried them all! Bummer that the bar went down though!" As he laughed, slamming his palm onto the back of the little guy his body before the heat was felt suddenly along with the sound of glass shattering...
Cops starting to rush in to take bodies that were knocked out away from the building as a single figure was seen standing at the top of a building, dressed entirely in black before stating a soft quote that he could read from his lips...
"The black lotus shall bring death to the ends." As he would simply lean backward in agony, crying tears about how edgy that was, about how they had every reason to kill people but he was stuck being a fucking goody two shoes as he made a final choice.
"Fine! If that is how it is, I will take matters in my own hand!" as the officer looked confused before then nodding as he would believe him to do good.
Not to know that Mike was about to deliver the most interesting package of information about a new upcoming group called the black lotus planning to kill every gangster and the black market itself~!
Time to go visit the Hope family itself!
