Vereor Obscurum

PLEASE NOTE~! THIS IS NOT TO BE ACCEPTED. IT IS MERELY BRAGGIN ABOUT HOW AWESOME I AM!

Nah, just kidding. I just want to show Frost how badass this dood is.

Name: Vereor Obscurum

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Personality: Vereor is the apostle of evil. Anything dark, abysmal, or just generally bad is his favorite thing. He is a major fan of rape, drinking, smoking, heavy metal, and anything that society deems as evil. Especially arson. Also, he is completely cannibalistic, due to this, and eats just about every being he can get his hands on. Rumor has it he ate his own parents but that has never been confirmed. Whenever asked, he merely picks his teeth with a sharp claw.

Speaking of claws, he ritualistically sharpens them on the bones of the innocent. If he doesn't, he feels incomplete and will be depressed for weeks. When depressed, Vereor goes on a destruction rampage and tries to destroy the most beautiful thing in the area. Actually, when Vereor is feeling just about ANY emotion he is like this. If he doesn't sharpen his claws, he absolutely MUST be chewing on something. This could be from gum, to candy, to the organs of a small child. Whatever he can get into his mouth, he will chew.

Mainly, Vereor wants to kill everything. If not everything is destroyed by the time he is finished fighting or maiming, he will go on a bloodrage and not be calmed until SOMEONE dies, even if it is he. He doesn't hate everyone, except for a few people. He hates EVERYONE. If he had children, it would only be through rape. There is no possible way for ANYONE to do anything to earn his respect or compassion.

The sounds of little children screaming.. the sounds of adults begging for life.. These are Vereor's favorite sounds. Torture would be his number one method of murder. He can use just about anything to torture someone, and even managed to kill three people using only sea shells and duct tape. Joyous times...

One thing that he actually prides himself on is his intelligence. It may not be genius, but his strategic and incredible sense of when and who (and how) to kill is catastrophic. He uses this intelligence in conjunction with his torture to make sure his victim stays along while he destroys their soul and body. Not necessarily in that order.

Appearance: Vereor is roughly 6'2, and incredibly lanky. His skin is incredibly pale, due to his love for darkness. His jet black hair is long and some would say greasy, though it is merely shiny, and stops at around neck level in the back, and cascades up to cheek level in the front. His eyes are normally green, and piercingly so. His long teeth are jagged or serrated on the back, and fill his mouth. He weighs roughly 210 lbs, and has numerous scars on his back.

He wears only four things. The first is a black wife-beater, muscle shirt, tank top, whatever you want to call it. The second are his baggy pants, black with many pockets, and a chain for a belt. The third are his trademark shoes, which look like normal, black sneakers. Finally, he wears a long black trench coat, traveling from his neck (the collar) to his toes. This is usually unbuttoned, and many flaps and straps whip in the wind.

Origin of Power: Vereor was born in a catholic family. He was baptized very quickly after birth.

Unfortunately, there was a hollow battle a few nights before that. After the hollow had been slain, the sick and twisted shinigami that killed it bottled the blood. Using his special powers, he could keep it in cyrogenesis while he transported it to his lab. Unfortunately, the hollow's friends showed up and killed the Shinigami. The bottle fell from his hand and landed in a very peculiar crate. This crate was on it's way to the local church. The items inside the crate? Vials containing the substances used to make holy water, a bible, and a vial of demon blood.

Mixing the substances together, the minister had no idea what he had done. After baptizing Vereor, the blood tainted his soul. He was forever changed, forever blessed and cursed to be the vessel for The Darkness.

Special Abilities: Vereor has the ability to know instantly when someone is lying, and where the nearest resource of darkness is, be it either shade, a large group of people with dark hearts, etc.

Powers First Stage: The first stage of Vereor's powers allow for him to create a tentacle ejecting from the palm of his hands. These tentacles are made completely of darkness. He can control these tentacles completely, and (by making it shorter) reshape the tip to be spiked, bulbous, or any shape he wants (as long as the size allows). The tentacles are only 25 feet long, and two inches thick.

Powers Second Stage: The first power of his second stage is his eyes turning red. Completely red, including the scelera. Then, darkness bleeds from his eyes and covers his hands. This darkness hardens into a substance equal to or stronger then diamonds. This substance covers his hands sleekly and sharply, giving him incredibly sharp claws.

The second power for second stage is the enhancements. By taking in darkness, he can use it to move oxygen towards his muscles faster and more efficiently, increasing his physical attributes. This does nothing for his reflexes, however.

The third power for second stage are the tentacles. Instead of tiny, and from his palm, six massive tentacles burst from his back. Massive applies to thickness, not length. They are only 15 feet in length, but nearly a foot in width, and sentient on their own. The top two actually end in snake-like heads with a mouth full of vicious teeth and eyes that can alert him of danger with a loud screech. Every single tentacle is made of the same material as his hands (minus the ones from his palms for First stage powers), and cannot be broken except for materials of equal strength or more.

Powers Third Stage: His final power is the Aura. Darkness surrounds Vereor completely, like a sock or glove. This darkness acts as echolocation, and alerts him of incoming attacks or movement. It spreads out to a 5 meter cubed area around him. Also, every technique from second stage powers activates at this time as well. Also, he now has COMPLETE control over the tentacles on his back, and can fuse them together to form wings, which allow for flight.

Please note, all of Vereor's powers require darkness. Not shadow, but darkness. The darkness in his own heart can be used for some of his powers, but he is most strongest, say, at night, or under the shade of a tree. When light isn't present, he can truly rock. The Darkness can be taken from even within a person's heart. This doesn't make them kinder, by any means. In fact, it is merely a copy-paste type effect, and has no real effect on that person.

History/Background: Raised in a catholic family, Vereor was the black sheep. He grew up reading bibles, then burning them. He enjoyed flipping crosses upside down in churches, and throwing rocks through the windows, watching the painted glass fall with a crash. The sounds of his parents screaming, of the ministers crying, and the therapists trying to sympathize brought a smile to his lips. And this was all when he was six.

His parents constantly wondered what could have caused this. Why was he so dark? Was their an outside influence? Was it their brother, Uncle Jackie Estacado? Was he possessed? They were only half-right. It was the Darkness.

The Darkness had always been a presence in Vereor's life. It constantly sniggered in the sidelines, laughing at his attempts at life. It always mocked him, teased him, hurt him. Yes, hurt him. When he was asleep, The Darkness twisted his dreams. He lost a lot of sleep in his younger years. Then, when he turned 12, he gave in. He allowed the Darkness full reign.

'Nuff said. Vereor spent the next three years in juvy. What did he do? He had murdered three boys and a cat. Not a nice murder either. I won't go into much detail, but it involved sea shells and duct tape. Lot's of duct tape.

What his parents and the police didn't know was during that time in Juvy, he got to know the darkness. He learned everything about it. It hadn't a voice, it couldn't speak. Instead, it stole his. It emerged as a split personality.. then as his personality. Over time, the two fused and became one.

Then, when he was 17, he broke free from the prison. It was quite easy. He merely waited for the night, when he was most powerful, and used his palm-tentacles to swing over the fences. It was so fun, he broke back INTO jail to break back out.

After a few years of living on his own (eating people and stealing what he needed) Vereor has become bored. It should also be noted it was during this time he converted to cannibalism, and his body adjusting to these changes (thanks to The Darkness) without any harsh drawbacks, minus never being able to eat real food again. What does one, whom enjoys nothing more then sheer chaos, do when they are bored? We are about to find out.

RP Sample: Crack. Snap. Slurp. Crunch. These were the sounds bones made as they were ripped from a body, broken open, had the marrow inside sucked out, and eaten. Why were these sounds so prominent? Vereor was feeding. He had grabbed a young boy from a park with his palm-tentacles, and scurried off into the night with the boy. Bringing him back to his temporary hide-out, a small factory that was abandoned, Vereor cracked him open and ate his insides like it were candy. Wiping the grizzle from his face, he smiled in satisfaction.

Another job well done. Disposing the body was simple enough. What he didn't eat, he chucked into the furnace. When it was finished burning and the smell of burning corpse left the air around him, he went in with a sledge hammer and smashed the bones. Ah, the life he led was wonderful. Sighing, he was full. He hated wasting good food, but hiding a corpse was much harder then hiding a moose. Especially when eating Moose was socially acceptable. Going through his usual routine to cover up evidence, Vereor smiled widely as the smell of corpse burning filled the air. Taking a deep whiff, he reveled in the fact that this boy's parents would Never See Their Child Again.

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