Last Updated: 20/02/07 (Update still in progress.)
Given Name: Ceratrol DeVries
Other Name(s): "Le Coup D'ombrage"
Birthdate: October 30th
Species/Race: Human or Heretic (explaination at the bottom of the profile)
Kinsey Score: 4
Character Details - Human Ceratrol (full costume)
Height: 185 centimeters
Weight: 85 kilograms
Build: Buff, verging on musclebound.
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Pale blue-grey
Occupation / Class: Assassin and soldier-of-fortune.
Clothing/Armor: Leather. Tight. Metal clasps. When he's out on the job, he also wears some protective plates on his shoulders, and knee-high metal shit-kicker greaves. A red RPG-badass cape is optional in his attire; it's fire-retardant.
Unique Markings: The palms of Ceratrol's hands both appear to have identical knots burned into them, like a slavemaster's brand. He also has a large and elaborate tattoo of a stylized hypposauromachy which covers his back.
A two-inch long scar extends from the right corner of his mouth to the edge of his right cheek, disfiguring his otherwise flawless face. It sometimes causes him to whistle a bit when he speaks. This is the first occasion in which Ceratrol hasn't had a scar to his face removed, which may suggest he's getting a bit less vain.
Pets: Ceratrol became the owner of one small, ruby-armoured lizard. It seems to have no particular ability, although it eats anything he gives to it, and it hasn't died yet. He is still trying to figure out it there's a way he could get the rubies without injuring the lizard, or if he'll just have to wait until it sheds its skin.
Ceratrol was given a black-furred female kitten by his current employer, Prince Orias, and his friend Candide. The kitten is one of the bastard offspring of Orias purebred devil cat Rahaar, and a regular cat; she is regular sized with fluffy fur and a double-tipped tail, and possesses no unusual abilities. Ceratrol has named her 'Malowa', after an old companion of his.
Ceratrol was given a female eyelash viper by a snake enchantress. He has named her "Daena", after an apocryphal angeless of religion and self-reflection. According to her donor, she will understand basic orders from Ceratrol and won't bite anyone unless commanded, although Ceratrol doesn't plan on performing any stick-ups using her as a weapon.
Strengths: Very strong and agile; he's toeing the line between human and super-human, owing to a lifetime of training and a little magic augmentation. However, there's nothing godlike about his power; he's still limited by the fact that he's just a human.
Weaknesses: Having been educated with heresay and peasant tales, Ceratrol is quite superstitious- however, he's not naive, so this is a complicated weakness to try and exploit. For reasons connected to his curse, he suffers terribly from "light/holy" magic and any techniques that involve probing or shifting the soul.
Although not particularly important in most situations, Ceratrol has almost no experience travelling by any means other than foot. He doesn't know how to ride a horse, fears cars and other motor vehicles, and is terribly prone to seasickness.
Also not dire, but still to be noted, is Ceratrol's ailurophobia- his deep-rooted fear of cats. While on his own as a child, he came to live on the streets in a city with rampant infestations of stray cats, and had numerous unpleasant and disturbing experiences revolving around them (killing cats to eat out of desperation, seeing dead cats in various states of decay, being attacked/bitten/swarmed by cats). He doesn't exactly faint or scream at the sight of cats, but does experience marked anxiety in their presence and tries to avoid them- particularly the larger cousins of cats, such as panthers and tigers. He is currently undergoing 'treatment' for this phobia (as it were) with kittens.
Character Details - Heretic Ceratrol
Height: 180 centimeters (excluding horns)
Weight: 120 kilograms
Build: Appears emaciated.
Occupation / Class: Demon-slave of the old gods.
Fur/Skin Color(s): Shaggy, dark-grey fur on his arms and legs. His face and neck are leathery and deep roan red, and his waist has the appearance of a length of a snake's body, patterned, with a yellow underbelly. Protrusions of bony growth cover his chest and abdomen.
Eye Color(s): The colour of pus.
Clothing (armor): He wears a decorative "dragonfly" helmet, a casque with attatched plates that hang down over his midriff, greaves and gauntlets when he's on the job. Otherwise, he runs around naked.
Strengths: Although his body appears emaciated and fragile, he is extremely tough and can withstand attacks that would crush or dismember a human. Superhuman strength, speed, endurance, and all-around physical fortitude are afforded to him by the transformation to hereticism; he also has the latent elemental strengths of "fire" and "dark/evil", and can sink into shadows or physical surfaces to hide and travel unseen. His blood and flesh is extremely poisonous, and exudes a terrible smell when exposed to the air.
When he needs to travel long distances, he can manifest a pair of ghostly black wings to aid him in magical flight; they never appear at any other time.
Because his soul is anchored by a higher power, Ceratrol is effectively immortal- his body can be scattered to the four winds, but in time his soul will manifest a new vessel in the living earth. "Fatal" attacks will only kill his body.
Weaknesses: Being an elementally-enchanted demon can have its drawbacks, and Ceratrol is very vulnerable to "light/holy" and "water/ice" spells. Although contact with regular water doesn't harm him, he is incapable of swimming and can drown. His body, while several times more resiliant than a human's, will eventually succumb to physical damage and all magics except for "fire" and "dark/evil".
Special Effects: Ceratrol reeks of ashes and brimstone, and carries with him an aura of extreme heat- like standing before an open blaze. His shaggy fur intermittently produces clouds of smoke.
Constant Character Attributes of Ceratrol
Technical Abilities: Ceratrol is an extremely skilled swordsman, and also has the skills you'd expect from a self-taught professional murderer- he's an expert thief, lockpick, and spy, and is good at sneaking around undetected in spite of his large frame. He can employ slight-of-hand to quickly draw small hidden weapons and objects.
Affiliations: Ceratrol has many personal affiliations back home, but his only aquaintances of any present significance are Bric-brac Madley, who is working against him, and Malowa Ténébreux, whose motives are as yet unknown.
Currently, Ceratrol is employed by the demon prince Orias Rofocale, and generally hangs around with Orias and his other vassals. He is close friends with two of his co-workers, Candide D'Ys and Dracaena, who he cares for like they were his own siblings.
Accessories: His primary weapons are long blade resembling a katana, and a curious gun called a "horn rifle" that fires short crossbow bolts; both weapons are enchanted to inflict energy damage beyond their physical heft (in other words, they can dole out a little punishment against etherial creatures). To supplement his arsenel, Ceratrol uses small throwing knives, and he usually has one or more murder weapons (think along the lines of a stiletto or a switchblade) concealed on his person; being an assassin and not a duelist, he feels bound by no sissy codes of conduct, and almost always tips his auxiliary blades with poison, ricin and curare being his preferred anointments.
Ceratrol has his forearms bound in enchanted "Negative Space" wrappings, under which he hides several stacks of throwing daggers, a 10-inch switchblade, some prepared poison-tipped knives, and most of his apothecary. He recently aquired a SIG-Sauer P220 handgun to bolster his arsenel.
His current selection of potions and poisons is as follows:
Curare- Mundane derivative of a tropical vine. Causes muscle paralysis and, in sufficient doses, death.
Ricin- Mundane derivative of the castor bean. Causes sickening and, in sufficient doses, death.
Night Maiden- Enchanted potion derived mainly from belladonna berries. Causes unconciousness.
Shadow Drops- Enchanted ointment. Causes magically-induced sleep.
Aconite- Mundane derivative of aconite root. Causes delerium, sickening, pain, and death.
Muscarine- Mundane derivative of amanitas mushrooms. Slows the heart and nerves, resulting in death.
Croton Oil- Mundane derivative of croton seeds. Causes extreme pain and irritation.
Upas Teiute- Mundane derivative of a tropical vine. Causes convulsions and heart faliure.
He also carries around a few small charms and amulets that afford him some protection against potential dangers:
Jade Spirit Knot (Given to Dracaena- NO LONGER IN CERATROL'S POSSESSION)- Counteracts poisoning and purges the body of any toxins.
Silver Pierce (x2)- Helps the mind resist the effects of magic illusion and offers immunity to any embarassing glamours inflicted on the wearer.
Amber Figurine- Limited resistance to elemental magic.
Crux Argentium- Pendant given to Ceratrol by Ryan. No known enchantments.
And, last but not least...
Peace Treaty Ring (Chat Only)- A simple band engraved with an oath of peaceh between gods and mortals; protects the bearer from the attacks of any avatar who out powers them to a ridiculous level so long as he or she does not attack violently. Verbal combat is permitted. Should the wearer break this trust, they will become vulnerable to the horrifyingly strong for two hours from the last blow. This effect does not apply to damage from other equal powered avatars.
Personality: Ceratrol usually appears aloof, and perhaps even complacent; he has a high opinion of himself, and little regard for anybody else. Although he's not very well-educated, he's no fool, and is mature enough at this point in his life that it's not easy to pique his temper. A man of few morals, he'll take just about any job, although he can drive a hard bargain. As a human, he is also extremely vain. Pompous, cruel, and self-absorbed, Ceratrol is "bastard" to a tee, and refuses to let a serious grudge or a goal fall to the wayside. He enjoys living dangerously and does so in spades, to the point of pressing his luck and coming through alive with uncanny frequency- mind you, he isn't utterly foolhardy, and doesn't go out of his way to invite danger on himself. He has no illusions about his job or his mortality, and makes his way through life by any means possible.
Every heart has holes in it, and underneath his frosty exterior, Ceratrol has his own share of them. Even twenty-six years later, he still feels deeply traumatized by memories of the violent death of his family. Being forced to struggle for survival on his own at a young age has also taken its toll on him, and he's pretty leery about everybody he comes across- it takes a lot to earn his trust.
His voice is deep and lazy-sounding, and he speaks with a harsh provincial accent (think Quebequois-french as opposed to Parisian-french).
Brief History: Born to a poor family in the provinces of his realm-of-origin, Ceratrol lost his parents and siblings to war at the age of nine, and learned to fend for himself the hard way, scrounging and stealing in the crowded streets and back-alleys of the city to fend off starvation. To keep himself from drowning in sorrow, and to limit his appearance of vulnerability, he cultivated an unfeeling exterior to hide his pain, and eventually managed to disassociate himself from it to a certain extent.
He never set any lofty goals of seeking revenge on the powers that left him an orphan; the invading forces that murdered his kin were slaughtered to a man, their prince drawn and quartered for his mischiefs. However, over time became acutely aware of how bitter the disparity between the miserable countrymen and their decadent overlords was, and for all his aspirations to impartiality, he is latently sympathetic to the lower classes, and he loathes members of the nobility.
Career-wise, he's very much a self-made man, and is on his way to achieving legendary status in the ranks of professional killers; he lacks a hereditary title or a background of nobility, but has earned a fearful reputation among even the petty lords and princes of Midgaard.
Roughly two years before he first came to the dream, he and two accomplices took up a contract against a mystic of some ill-repute, all looking for some personal gain in power.
They were rewarded for the kill with a terrible curse: When unto them death comes, they will be revived as slave demons- Heretics- to the mystic's people, and bound to do their will without the possible respite of mortality. So far, only one of the cursed three has died (or rather, been killed, when he came after Ceratrol in a fit of vengeance,) and undergone this change, but Ceratrol has done some research and knows that his own days as a human are numbered. The markings burned into his hands are a constant reminder of this.
A brief and character revealing answer to the question, "What is your ambition?": "Pay me enough, and it will be whatever you wish."
Recent Developments: Ceratrol's Status
After several developments over the past year, Ceratrol has reverted to what appears, under normal circumstances, to be a human form. Mage-sight, auras and spiritual resonance will still reveal him to be a demon. His blood is green and poisonous to most creatures; it is also highly flammable, and Ceratrol himself can cause spilled quantities of it to ignite at will. He is also capable of breathing fire, although it's not strong enough to do much more than light cigarettes and campfires.
When sufficiently agitated in combat, he may temporarily shift over to his heretic form. He can't transform voluntarily.