Toryn Harper Vlaskie (REDUX) :3

Name: Toryn Harper Vlaskie
Nicknames: Tory(only by Alice, common); Harps(uncommon); the Wraith(common);
Species: Half-Angel, Half-Demon. (Erm. Explained more later on.)
Age: Roughly 512. (Appears to be 21)
DOB: Unknown.
Gender: Male.
Good, Evil, Neutral?: All of them. He often changes sides, whatever benifits him and the few he cares about most really.
Appearance:

He has medium length, black shaggy-straight hair, but it isn't seen often because he is usually wearing his hood up. His skin is an average tan-ish white, but it turns a slight grey-ish tint when he is angry or fighting, which usually go hand in hand. His right arm is lined with red scales, so he usually wears a black, elbow high, leather glove on it. His eyes are a piercing ice blue, and the iris of his right eye turns red while the rest goes a deep black when he's using demonic power. His face has pretty sharp features, along with the rest of his body. He is 6' (1.83 m) tall flat, and he weighs about 170 lbs. (77.11 kg) Depending on the mood he's in, Dark, Neutral, Good, Other, his face will be either, Mysterious and have an eerie look, be flat expressioned and average looking, be very appealing and good looking, or have a sense of vulnerability, each of these are respective to the moods of course. (See Personality)

History:

Toryn was born on Earth, shortly after his parents fled from an alternate dimension known as Synairn. His mother, Clora, died giving birth to his younger brother, Drake. His father, Dr. Hall, was discovered on Earth by his old clan, and was forced to return to his home dimension, and recieve punishment for his actions. This happened when Toryn looked, and had the maturity of a 7 year old, so when the un-invited demons came, he picked up a sword twice his size and tried fighting them. He was beaten brutally. He was left for dead, with the same sword he had tried to wield in his back. One of the demons who had come to take Hall back had been an old friend of the doctor's, so after Hall was returned, the demon came back and rescued Toryn. He took him to a hospital and left him in their care. The hospital managed to heal his wounds, but when Toryn awoke, his demon powers emerged for the first time. He tore apart the room, brutally killing everyone in it. Humans were weak to him, even at that age. With blood dripping from re-opened wounds, he fled the carnage, hiding in an alleyway on the ouskirts of the city. He traveled in the shadows, quietly stealing food when he was hungry. He was terrified of himself, his mind haunted by nightmares of the demon within. He didn't want to hurt people, he didn't want to be a muderer, yet it was so easy to kill. He discovered many things about himself, his love for the night, his above average abilities, he even discovered a way to use his dark magic. After two long years of being a loner, he was discovered by a street gang. To them, he looked about 8-9 years old, just a kid wearing dirty clothes, wandering the streets. They followed him to an alley, and attempted to beat him up. He didn't resist. He was held down and punched, brutally, without any mercy whatsoever, the gang totured him by slowly carving an emblem on his back with a rusting knife. A normal human would have passed out from the pain long before the half demon, but Toryn was anything but normal. He felt every bit of it, the agonizing pain of the slow, but precise cuts. When they finished the emblem, they were suprised to find him still breathing. He hadn't made a noise the entire time they totured him, somehow he had managed not to scream. Before leaving, two of the gang members picked him up and threw him into the side of a large metal garbage can, the sound of his bones crunching echoed through the tight space. Even the gang leader cringed at the noise. As the gang prepared to leave, they heard a small noise. They turned to see Toryn with an arm up, reaching out to them. He barely managed to say something so quiet they couldn't tell what it was. Toryn groaned again, this time they could tell what he was saying. "-insert other langauge sounding gibberish here-" (Open the gate to the dark one, let his power reign) He was reciting a spell he had read in a book in the town's library. To the humans, the book was pointless, it was just some author making up fake words to gain popularity, but Toryn knew that what the book had in it was real, and he had stolen it and studied it from front to back. The spell he was using now, was one that was forbidden by many clans in Synairn because the harm it could cause to the user was beyond imagination. As he finished saying it, the street gang were frozen in place. The spell made tiny needles appear around the gang, that very, very, slowly moved into their skin, causing pain that most of them fainted before it finished. After the needles, a shock wave appeared and ripped their bodies to shreds, painting the entire alley crimson red. While the gang was being decimated, Toryn also was going through an extreme change. His right arm, the one he had been reaching out to to the gang, had grown scales, and began burning, but it was unable to turn to ashes. The fire slowly spread to other parts of his body, and finally, after all this time, he lost power over his body, and the demon side of him took over. With newfound strength, he ran and jumped into the water, extinguishing the fire that had scarred his right shoulder now as well. Toryn, even though the demon side was controlling him, could still feel every bit of pain. And while Toryn could feel himself running out of air, as he was still deep underwater, the demon side couldn't and continued to swim deeper. Toryn eventually passed out from lack of air, while his body, being controlled not by himself, broke free of the water and seeked shelter. The demon side killed everyone in sight brutally, continuing to massacre the bodies even after the fragile humans were dead. Finally after he had found a suitable hiding place, he fell asleep, and slept heavily for a long time. Evening the next day, their was a loud scream, as a body was found sprawled across the sidewalk by a young girl. The bodies organs had been removed and laid about in a dark magic circle, the demon side of Toryn had used this to heal himself. Although Toryn still felt soreness throughout his entire body, his wounds had been healed almost fully. He followed the scream to discover a young girl of about the age of 10 staring and screeching at the site of the gore. Toryn, on instinct, jump forward, unaturally fast, and shoved his right arm, the one that now had scales on it, into the girls chest. It penetrated the skin, and as he removed his arm from her body, Toryn realized in horror what he had just done. He had pulled out her heart in one swift movement. The boy that appeared only to be 10 now, fled. He was sick of this way of living. He had seen far too much for someone as young as himself. He wandered aimlessly now, after washing off the blood, and changing into freshly stolen clothes, he looked a little less like a homeless child now. Toryn fled into the forest eventually, he became amazed at how the trees were so tall. Toryn learned how to be happy for the first time, and he explored the forest, living comfortably with enough wild animals as food and friends, and plenty of lakes and rivers that no one had ever found. Many years passed, and Toryn was still living happily, exploring the forest, making a map of the entire thing. He built himself many tree forts, and played with the animals who now welcomed him near them. It was on his birthday(unbeknownst to him of course) that everything went wrong again.

An illegal hunter with a bow and arrow had snuck into the the woods, and was hunting a deer deep within the dark forest of trees. The hunter mistook Toryn(Toryn wasn't the cleanest at the time) for the deer, and shot an arrow into his shoulder. Toryn was outraged at the pain, he hadn't felt it for so long, and with images of his past scarred in his mind, he struck out at the hunter, massacering yet another person. The blood stained the trees, and Toryn's forest friends ran in utter fear of the sight. Toryn regained control of himself, and looked at what he had done. Images of what he had done to the gang once again flashed in his mind, and he ran, crying, through the forest. He tried killing himself numerous times, but each was in vain, he always awoke again, the demon side of himself saving him. He finally gave up, and returned to the cities, becoming a wanderer again. He developed a liking for books, and began to read a lot. He loved the stories that pulled him away from reality, and he lost himself dreaming about a perfect world where everything was as he wanted. But, this newfound happiness wouldn't last, and incident after incident occured. He fled many more blood covered scenes, and was forced to start life over again. One fateful day, when he appeared to be about 13(his age had slowed itself), he fell asleep on a porch in a city, after a week of trying to loose a platoon of angry soldiers he had stolen food from(his face had become known, and he was forced to flee to a faraway city). The man who owned the place found him sleeping, and carried him into his bed. Toryn woke to find himself in a very nice room, with incredibly soft blankets and pillows, a huge bed, lush carpet, beautifully painted walls(it had a large scene of a single warrior taking on hordes of enemies bravely), the man comes in, finding Toryn awake, he sits down on the bed next to him, and explains what happened and who he is. He offers to return Toryn to his parents if he can tell him where they are, but Toryn says he doesn't remember his parents. Toryn begins trusting Roran almost instantly, and Roran gives him the option of taking him to the police to see if they can find his parents, taking him to an orphanage, or letting him stay with him. Toryn goes with the latter, and after a couple days, he opens up to Roran, and tells him his own story, the one he wished he could have lived, with his perfect world, where everything is the way he wants it. He ends it by saying his parents were killed in an accident, and he ran away, scared, and fell asleep on Roran's porch. Roran eventually signs the legal papers and makes Toryn his legal son as the bond between them grows. After many years, Roran begins to notice Toryn's slow aging, he had been with him for 7 years, yet Toryn appeared to only be 15. Roran was able to keep this a secret to the authorities, but his friend's still found out. Many of Roran's friend's became role-models for Toryn, and he strove to be like them everyday. One of them, named Dire, was an expert japanese swordsman, and Toryn became closer to him than any of the others. Dire taught Toryn many sword techniques, and was suprised at how fast Toryn learned. Toryn quickly advanced, and soon became a challenge for Dire to fight. After finally winning against Dire, Toryn decided that he wanted to be a swordsman for a living. Roran and Dire laughed at this, as they said swordsmen were no longer needed these days, and that he'd have to be an instructor. But Toryn still had that memory of the painting on the wall in his mind, of the one man taking on thousands of enemies. He wanted to be that man. "Don't make fun of me!" He yelled at them, "I can do it, somehow, I'll become the best there ever was! I promise you!!" He said. They stopped, and looked in suprise at him, before continuing on with their lives. A week later, Dire died mysteriously, his body was found drifting in a river, and Toryn cried himself to sleep that night. No, I'm better than this. I will protect my friends, I'll become that man, I'll be a warrior like the man in that painting. I'll be the best there ever was! Toryn thought to himself. He enrolled in as many fighting classes as he could fit into his schedule, and became the best at every different type of fighting he could. Many years later, Roran began to grow older, he was already 41(he was about 22 when Toryn first met him), while Toryn still looked 19 and healthy. Toryn went away to college, majoring in history(he had been there for around 100 years), and afterwards found a tutor to teach him the most advanced sword techniques. Toryn mastered the arts of wielding one, two, and three or more swords(juggling), while also training in hand-to-hand combat, and ranged. He was becoming one of the top warriors in the world, although he kept his skills to himself, he didn't want fame. When Roran hit age 46(Toryn still looked 19), an uninvited visitor appeared. Doctor Hall, Toryn's father, broke down the door of their apartment. Toryn came rushing in, prepared to fight off an intruder, and gasped when he saw it was his father. The father and son stared at eachother for a long time, before Hall spoke. He explained what had happened to himself, and why it took him so long to arrive at where he was. He also said that the clan had charged him with removing any signs of the clan's existence on Earth, and that Roran was a descendant of Toryn's younger brother, Drake. After this, Hall explained that he had to kill Roran, and that Toryn could accompany him back to Synairn. Hall moved so quickly, even Toryn couldn't stop him, and Roran's face was a look of shock as a knife came out of nowhere and drove itself into his heart. Hall had his back turned to Toryn, so the half-demon boy drew his own blade and ran it through his father, then pulled it out, and shoved it back in. He did this numerous times, leaving a twisted mess where Hall's body used to be. When Toryn realized he had done this all out of his own will, he once again became terrified of himself, nightmares of before once again came back to haunt him, and he ran, once again. After a few days of hiding, and thinking through all that had happened, Toryn realized something: Many humans are innocent, yet they died because of his father, himself, and his family. Toryn decided that he would hunt down and kill the rest of the Vlaskies', and then, find someone strong enough to kill himself. He set out, attempting to rid the world of his family. As he came across his brother's sons and daughters, he slayed each one, one by one. He realized that many of them had lived similar lives to himself, pitiful children who killed on instinct, and then hid away, scared. He hated it. He realized another reason to kill them, he was putting them out of the misery of having to do what he himself was doing. It was going 'smoothly', if you could call what he was doing 'smoothly', until he came across certain branch of his family. It was the last remaining, and the youngest. It was a family of four, the parents lived happily together, while the son was struggling with his powers at the early age of 4. They also had recently giving birth to a daughter, who Toryn watched for the first months as she grew and opened her eyes. He had been waiting for the perfect moment, it was difficult to judge perfection, but he knew he had to leave absolutely no trace. The perfect moment came, and Toryn struck. He killed the family as they had a happy holiday evening(new years), the boy was so excited, he had been waiting all year for this day, and had marveled at all the snow, as it had snowed much more than the last couple years. They died instantly, as Toryn quickly and quietly assassinated them. Just as the bodies slumped to the floor, he heard the young girl crying in her crib. She was barely 5 months now. Toryn approached the small crib, he raised his knife, ready to bring it down into the baby girls body, but just before he did, she opened her eyes and looked straight up at him. He gasped, he had always thought of babies as ugly little people that were disgusting, but when she looked at him, he got an entire different sense. He couldn't kill her. He just couldn't. It would be far too cruel. He could tell she would become one of the most beautiful girls he would know, and that she would lead a good, happy life. Like the one he had always wanted. He dropped the blade on the floor. And left the room silently. He ran, he didn't know where to, he just ran. He fled Europe, and ran into the wilderness where he lived alone for years, before finally returning to civilization. When he returned, he entered the city he had lived with Roran when Hall had come, as he walked the streets, a girl that looked like the one he had killed(by removing her heart, remember?) long ago ran by, carrying a small bag. She had a smile on her face, as she ran happily along the sidewalk. A thug stepped out of an alleyway in front of her, and she ran into his large legs. He yelled at her and took a step menacingly forward as she crouched in fear. Toryn ran forward and called out, the thug turned it's attention to him. He asked him if he knew the girl, and Toryn said yes, he claimed she was his daughter. He then told the girl to run on home to mommy, and that he would apoligize to the the large man. The girl smiled at him, gave him a hug, and whispered thank you in his ear before running off. Toryn stood back up and looked at the thug. Toryn taunted the thug into a fight in the alleyway, claiming 'his muscle could use a little warm up'. The thug agreed with a snicker, and they turned down an alleyway together. As they approached the end, Toryn turned and zipped up his hoodie. The thug smirked, and assumed a fighting stance, while Toryn just stood there casually. The thug ran and punched at him, while Toryn easily dodged all his attacks with a light twitch of his body. The thug started to get angry, and drew a curved dagger, attempting to stab Toryn many times, each strike being dodged easily by the half-demon. Finally, Toryn fought back, with a single punch to the thug's face, he knocked the stranger out cold. Another man lowered himself from the rooftops. The man was wearing all black, and looked like he was a ninja out of a fairytale. The ninjaman challenged Toryn to a fight, as he had watched Toryn defeat the thug. Toryn agreed and the ninja threw Toryn one of his two katanas. They fought, with Toryn being the easy victor. The ninjaman with his back against the wall and Toryn's katana against his neck, quietly whispered, "Who are you?". Toryn, without a change in expression replied, "I'm the one who will be the best." Toryn lowered the katana, and the ninjaman, after removing his mask, smiled, and asked Toryn if he was intrested in killing people for a living. Toryn realized that this is what he had done his entire life, and felt that it's what he belonged doing, so he agreed, and thus, became a member of Fallen Talon. Toryn quickly rose in ranks, becoming an elite member within a year of employment, and trained hard when he wasn't putting his training to use. Fallen Talon was a brutal place, everyone carried out their jobs quietly with little excitement, and when you finished something with flying colors, you weren't given any "Nice Work" or "Congratulations" of any kind, but when you made even the slightest mistake, you were brutally beaten. Toryn served under Fallen Talon for over a hundred years(the leadership had realized he lived long within just a couple years after his first mission with them), and saw the place evolve into more of a hideout for outcasts then battle-hardened assassins. It became a place for those with killing skill who had no other place in the world, and was a lot less strict then it had been previously. It went from being a large group of great warriors, to a ragtag group of unique assassins, each who was amazing at what they did, but with their own unique personality and touch. Toryn actaully made friends with many of them, as the Fallen Talon had dropped to about 30 members now. Unfortunetly, they all died off, bit by bit, from mistakes, or unability to fight because of their age, and Fallen Talon once again returned to it's large strict style again. Toryn was finally sick of it, after being with Fallen Talon for over 150 years, he was done with their kind, and set out as a sellsword who would work for anyone if the price was right. He had already gained a name with the world, civilians knew him as the Wraith. Few people saw him when he was on the job, but it was enough to give people spooks at night, and "The Wraith is gonna get you" became a way to tease children. His name continued to grow, and his profits continued to skyrocket. He was now a very rich person that had any earthly thing he wanted. He pretty much threw away money, as it didn't mean anything to him. Many a time, when in casual appearance, he asked girls out on dates, and took them to outrageously expensive restaraunts. He thought about trying to make a normal life with many of the girls he asked out, but he knew it would only bring them suffering in the end, and had to end relationships with them all(usually by just "moving away"). Continueing on through life, when a memory sparked in him. It was of that little girl he hadn't killed in the crib. He realized the Vlaskie tree might have grown much larger because of her, and he knew he would have to return to his hunt for their blood because of that mistake he made of not killing the baby so long ago. He began research, and once again hunted down and killed his long family line. This time however, he made sure they died of what appeared to be natural causes. When he finally came across the last part of the family, it was a single mother, whose husband had died in a car crash, and her 3 year old daughter named Alison Vlaskie Liberia(the last name had changed in the family line). It had to be a little girl Toryn thought, cursing himself for letting that baby live so long ago. He prepared himself, and went in. He used food poisening to kill the mother, and he would kill the baby with a knife, the way he should have so long ago. He drew the knife and held it ready as he stood before Alison's bedside. He began to bring the knife down when he saw the girl shift in her sleep. Toryn had a flashback of his mother, holding him and singing. Toryn tried to bring himself to kill the girl again, but his body wouldn't move. He couldn't do it. Once again, he couldn't kill one with innocent blood. He sheathed his knife, and picked up the girl as she slept. He carried her out of the house, and walked down the streets. As he held her, in her sleep, she grabbed onto him and hugged him. Toryn knew he couldn't let this girl die, she was too precious, and he vowed then and there to protect her as long as she lived, he would protect her with his life. He knocked on an orphanage, the door was opened, and he handed the girl to the lady that opened it, before turning and running before the lady could talk to him. He didn't want her be able to remember his face. Toryn ran through the streets with no aim.

He arrived at a coffee cafe near the edge of town. He went in and oredered a chocolate muffin with chocolate chips and a hot chocalate(Toryn doesn't drink much coffee), and sat down by a window to eat his food. The door to the cafe sung open again, and a man carrying with a large backpack walked in, and ordered a large coffee. Toryn watched the man carefully, he knew the man had come in with the intention of talking to Toryn, but he wasn't sure why. The man lugged his pack over to Toryn's seat and sat down across from him without saying a word. He store at the table for a second, and then glanced up. "We... have need of your services again... Wraith." Toryn agreed to work for Fallen Talon again, but refused official employment. He would only do jobs for them as a freelancer. After another 14 years as an assassin, Toryn decided it was time to return to his protection of Alice.


Family Tree:

-Father: Doctor Hall Wealyis Vlaskie (Deceased. Killed by Toryn himself.)
-Mother: Clora Greyhem Vlaskie (Deceased. Died giving birth to Drake.)
-Younger Brother: Drake Anigo Vlaskie (Unknown. {Half-Demon, Half-Angel.})[Married to Ashlin Wind Vlaskie.(Deceased. Killed by Toryn.){Human.}]
-Nephew: Terrace Hall Vlaskie (Deceased. Killed by Toryn. {Half-Demon, Half-Human.})
-Niece: Tara Wendy Rygar (Deceased. Died of natural causes. {Half-Angel, Half Human.})[Married to Jason Healsen Rygar.(Died of natural causes){Human.}]
-Great Nephew: Eshin Anigo Vlaskie (Deceased. Killed by Toryn. {{1/3-Demon, 2/3-Human})[Married Ana Roran Vlaskie.(Died of natural causes.){Human.}]
-Great Great Nephew: Terrace Wendlin Vlaskie (Deceased. Died of natural causes. {1/4-Demon, 3/4-Human})
-Great Great Nephew(2): Roran Anigo Vlaskie (Deceased. Killed by Hall. {Human})
-Great Great Niece: Lina Racken Vlaskie (Deceased. Died of natural causes. {1/4-Angel, 1/4-Demon, Half-Human})
The rest lived short lives, and were killed by Toryn or died of other means. ...Except one.

--insert lots of 'greats' here- Niece: Alison Vlaskie Liberia (Alive. {3/4-Angel, 1/4-Human})

Key:
Family Posistion: Name (Alive/Unknown/Dead. Cause of Death {Race})[Name of Spouse. (Alive/Unknown/Dead for Spouse. Cause of Death for Spouse){Race of Spouse}]

Explanation of Toryn's Mother being an Angel, and the Story of Hall:

His mother, Clora Greyhem, fell from the sky into the dimension Synairn. Hall found her and, being a doctor, mended her wounds. Hall and her became very close, and Hall knew he would be banished if he brought an outsider like her back to his clan, so he went to a friend of his who was skilled with a paticular type of magic, he had the friend transport him into another dimension in order to keep the clan from other finding them. Clora became pregnant shortly after they arrived on Earth. Hall's old clan found out what happened from the demon who had transported them, and they forced him to send more demons demons after Hall to bring him back. Hall was forced to come back, and Clora had died shortly before, giving birth to Drake. Hall, while he was back in Synairn, was charged with destroying the Vlaskie family on Earth, and bringing Toryn back to his 'rightful' dimension. Drake would have to be killed as he had too many ties to the Earth dimension. Hall attempted to do as he was told, and succeeded in killing a couple of the Vlaskie tree, including Roran, but was defeated by Toryn shortly afterward.

Powers:

Toryn, being a half-demon, has the obvious enhanced strength, speed, agility, etc. He has some dark magic, but he uses it more for defense and healing than attacking. Example, if he is being shot by a machine gun, he obviously can't block all the bullets with his sword, so he would put up an invisible field around his body to keep them from penetrating his skin, although each one still hurts as much as a bee sting. When the demon half of himself takes over, he gains extreme strength and speed, and is able to resist all pain and keep fighting until he is 100% dead. His right arm is scaled, and his hand has large claws on it, which allows him to use his arm as a weapon in itself, although, he usually has a glove on it. White magic, he can heal himself using the angel part of himself, but he doesn't know enough about it to do much more, intentionally that is. Sometimes the light in him will take over and he will do something even he himself believed impossible. Maybe he'll even get to use both the light and the dark magic at the same time in the end. :>

Personality:

Dark. He comes off as a bit of a cold character to some, but this can all be blamed on his past. He doesn't really talk unnessascarily, unless he's in a good mood. The best way to describe his personality is in moods. If he's in a dark mood, he won't talk to without real reason, he just kinda shrugs off everything. This is also the time he is most potent when in control of himself, as he's entirely focused on the job. He can kill pretty much anyone without second thought in this mood. Neutral mood, he's pretty much silent and stands in a relaxed position. This is also the time he would save somebody if they were being mugged. In his Good mood, he actually opens up to people, and will talk fairly regularly. This is the time when he will actually hang out with people for pure entertainment, and actually occasionally make a joke and laugh. Then there's his 'Other' mood. It's when he's with paticular people alone. He kind of, opens up his weaknesses to them. It's when he shows them what he's really like deep inside, the vulnerable side that's buried deep, deep down. It's kind of a, seeking for comfort moment, also one of the few things that keeps him going, gives him a bit of a boost.

Hobbies: Reading, Training, Music, Working, Drawing, Writing Short Stories.
Job: Sellsword.
Relations (Family): All dead, 'cept for Alice. And Drake's whereabouts, or life status, is unknown.
Relations (Spouses): None. He's been in relationships before, but his living style would cause them to suffer, so they are always cut short.
Best Friends: All dead, but he may have some later on... maybe.
Pets: None.
Accent: None. But he can have one if he wants.
Clothes:
-Casual
He wears a slightly tight solid black zipper hoodie with no designs. You can see a bit of a plain white T-shirt underneath, as he doesn't zipper the hoodie up quite all the way. On his legs, he wears plain grey-ish blue jeans that show signs of wear. He also has a long black belt, with a silver latch; the belt has a lot of excess space, so there's a bit that hangs off of it. You'll sometimes see him with earbuds or headphones in, or hanging around his neck. His shoes are black and white chucks, that look like they've been through a lot.
-On the Job
He wears all black clothes when on the job, wrapped a bit like a ninja getup, but looser. A hood is attached to the clothes, and it is almost always up when he's on the job. Sometimes he'll put on a full black cloak with no armholes to hide all his sheaths and holsters. On his feet he usually wears combat boots, or ninja tabi.


Distinguishing Features: His right arm is covered in scales, but you don't see it much, he keeps a elbow glove on it. His eyes are pretty bright, and when the right one turns black and red, it's a sure give-away that it's him.
Special Abilites: Erm. Well. He can jump really high. And through the use of magic, he can pretty much move so fast you can't see him, but this wears him out quite a bit.
Likes: Books. Having a mission go smoothly. Recently, he's started playing games, and watching movies. Oh, he also really likes Music.
Dislikes: Icky Food. Annoying people. His past.
Fears: Himself. That he'll one day lose control forever, that is.
Habits: Erm. Killing? When he loses control, the demon side of himself takes over and he just kinda destroys everything. He has a weakness for girls, and innocent people, he has a hard time killing them when he's not in a dark mood. He likes doing stuff with his hands, it's hard for him to sit idly, although he of course can do it if it's nessascary.

Where does your character live?: Various. Usually Europe.
How was your character brought up?: Erm. Read History.
Where does your character come from?: Well, he was born in Earth, but his parents are from dimension 45565, Synairn.

Sample RP Post:

Toryn stood before the man he had been hired to kill. The man was called Richard Thomas, and he was a cruel political leader that enjoyed torturing people with pointless rules and regulations. He was cowering in the corner, scared out of his mind, but he had good reason. Toryn looked rather frightening in the shadows, with his hood up, and his right eye shining a deep red. The scales on his right arm began growing slowly, and soon large spikes were protruding out through his black leather gloved he used to keep it hidden. He clenched his fist, and slightly opened his mouth, a small growl escaping. A split second later, Richard Thomas' body was ripped into three pieces, and crimson red stained the room. After the deed was finished, Toryn walked out through the doorway, leaving red footsteps behind. Toryn's hair shifted slightly, as he returned from the darkness within himself. As this happened, he turned slightly, and walked right into a window, breaking through it easily. He landed softly on the ground, and ran into the lush green forest next to the steel building he had just exited.

ooc// The Sample RP Post probably took the least time out of the entire Bio, as I didn't bother making it extravagant, you already know I can RP, at least, kinda... -_-

Well, It's finished. I actually gave him a plot and a goal, so, we'll see how it turns out.

Erm. Didn't need extra space... Meh.

Godgodgod.
Long History.
WHY ALWAYS LONG HISTORIES?!
I didn't read through the whole thing, because I'm going to have to go. I'll let Ally accept.

Why long histories? Well. Cuz I'm like that. >.<

Anyway, I plan to turn the entirety of the history into a more RP style type and post it in writing when I can find the time in between school, kingdom hearts, and final fantasy.

Finish FF first, then we'll talk.
At least, that's my opinion.