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Rick Genest Preferred Name: Orias Full Name: Orias Abraxus Nicknames: Oris [If you get permission to call him this,count yourself VERY special] and Picasso [Only Apollyon] Gender: Male Age of Appearance: Mid thirties Real age: Four thousand Date of Birth: October thirty first Relationship Status: Taken Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Species: Demon Race: Archdemon Homeland: Tartarus [Hell] Special abilities: ~Shadow control ~Healing abilities ~Dissipate Think Cheshire cat ~Telepathy ~Can summon wraiths ~Minor fire control ~ Knowledge of magic Abilities: ~Can deduct things about someone. ~Tracking ~Finding out someone's fears ~Dancing ~Finding information on someone ~Killing ~Covering his tracks Alternate forms: He does have a demon form Height: Six foot two Weight: Two hundred Hair color: He is bald Eye Color: Golden hazel that will sometimes take on a crimson or dark purple hue. Skin color: From what you can actually see among the tattoos...pale. Piercings: Bridge of his nose and between his nostrils. Tattoos: Several intricate tattoos that cover just about all of his body. Scars: A few that are hidden by his ink Marks: Unknown. Personality: With Orias,what you see is what you get. This man is every bit the intimidating and fearful man his appearance hints at. He is cold and calculating,using people to whatever ends he can before throwing them aside. Because of this,most believe him to be a cold hearted man and that pretty much sums him up. Not entirely though as there are times you will see his more....compassionate side though it will take A LOT to get him to show it. Orias isn't a man who feels any kind of sympathy or empathy towards anyone. It's not that he can't but that he just doesn't give enough of a shit to actually feel it. To him most people are just puzzle pieces in this awkward and fucked up puzzle that is know as life. And they are tools for his amusement,he doesn't respect that many people. Respect is huge in his book,don't show him the proper respect and your life may be on the line for it. Earning respect from him,however,can be a difficult feat indeed. Orias certainly has excellent control over his emotions and wont show an inch of any emotion he does not wish you to see. Though there are subtle clues to when he is REALLY pissed. His eyes take on a lavender purple hue right before he snaps. And if you should see that then best you make a quick run for it. Seeing this man snap is a very frightening thing as someones going to end up dying,if not more then one person. There are times it takes a lot to really set him off but then there are times he has a hair trigger on his temper and it wont take much at all. So watch your step and never challenge him unless its to the death. That is all he knows,kill or be killed. This man is in possession of a sarcastic,dark and witty sense of humor and certainly will pick on someone. That is one clue he actually likes you. Contrary to popular belief,Orias does have rare moments where you will see a genuine and warm smile on his lips where he is calm and easy to talk to. Where can see part of who he is but a part he keeps very well hidden. Then there are other times where he will do whatever pops into his ever working mind,not minding if his life or someone elses may be in danger. Favorites: -Hard liquor -Sex -Orange juice with mango -Cooking [Secretly] Likes: + The night + Moon and stars + Spicy foods + Well cooked meat + The smell of cinnamon + Red and black + Tattoos + Some pain + Causing pain + Strong people + Those with a quick wit/feisty + Those with something about themselves + Bubble baths [Very secretly] + Chocolate chip muffins + Roses Dislikes: - Whining - Weak willed - Clingy - Whimpy - Bitter foods - Seafood - Super peppy and cheerful stuff - Bright colors - His time being wasted - Strong,overly sweet scents - Trying to hard - Disrespect - To innocent Strengths: + Loyalty if you earn it + Quick thinker + Good under stress + Self control + Reading people Weaknesses: - His temper - Unwillingness to feel some emotions - Holy water - To much bright light - Being forced into situations he hates Family: ~ Christian Abraxus [Father/Deceased] ~ Elliana Abraxus [Mother/Deceased] ~ Amara Abraxus [Sister/Unknown] - Aodhan Roarke [Second in command] - Apollyon [Second in command] - Liroc Vaughn [Third in command] - Ryven Casan [Weapons] - Branagh Marren [Technical] Occupation: Leader of a demonic clan History: Orias can only say one thing about his parents,they took care of him. That's about all as the only good he can remember from his childhood is his sister. And she went missing when she was just a few years old. Orias,then,was to young to find her but by time that he could walk and such,they threw him into training. Training to become the ruthless killer he is today. And that was the last time he saw his parents. They never came to visit him but parent's never did when the males went into that 'camp' as they wanted to call it. They were broken down by torture and built back up to be killers. And at first Orias showed he was strong enough to resist but then he began to enjoy what they were 'teaching' and let it happen. A small part of him didn't give in but killing was just something that felt good to him. And he quickly rose through the ranks. When he was old enough,Orias was quickly thrown into what was considered an army but really it was a group of mercenaries for hire. They were well known and he soon made a name for himself. For many,many,many years he stayed with them. Doing this and that under there that fully cemented what they made him up to be in that so called camp. Until one day he didn't want to take orders anymore. And in order to leave you had to kill or be killed. So one night he slaughtered them all. There was nothing keeping him in Hell so he came to earth. And learned that his sister was up here somewhere. So he came searching and on the journey,they advertised for a 'freak show' circus and he stepped inside. Walking around hidden among the shadows,he made it to the back. And where he witnessed something that even shook him to his core. There was a snow leopard cowering in a corner near death with silver shackles around him,burning into his skin. The handlers sported bite and claw marks,evidence of the animals attempt to fight back. They continued to whip him and throw their own kicks and punches despite the nearly lifeless body not moving. Barely audible whimpers fell from the animal before going silent. This enraged the male,for reasons he still does not understand, and he moved to kill them all. Then moved to free the animal and sensed he was a shifter and had demonic blood in him. With that,he scooped him up and escaped from there before anyone else came. Though moving slowly until the creature was able to shift back. And saw the broken body of a male. Slowly he helped him get on his feet and learned of his aptitude for technology but Branagh refused to reveal how he had gotten into that place to begin with. And one night he showed he was almost as ruthless a killer as Orias when someone tried to sneak up on him. Though it was clear that Bran didn't enjoy it. So after that he was never pushed to. The two traveled together and formed what most would call a brotherly connection. Orias just felt that with the male for a reason he cannot name. Orias's reputation seemed to have followed him on earth and he was contacted to take a contract. One to kill a dark phoenix that was being kept in the Asian kingdoms. Not one to turn away such a bounty,he agreed and with Bran's help they made it there. It was difficult to find out exactly where the male was being kept but soon they found it. And saw what they were trying to do. Harness the dark,constantly burning fire from him. And they did everything to piss him off and get it. Not realizing that he was also part arch demon. A fact Orias picked up upon instantly but a job was a job. He waited until the guards changed shifts before he acted and managed to free the male and get him out before the new guards came in. Though the moment fresh air was hit,the phoenix hybrid woke up and the two got into a rough fight. Bran kept his distance as he watched. The longer the fight wore on,the more Orias saw what the male was capable of. Once they were both worn out,the male came up with an idea to have his own clan. Both males instantly agreed and they traveled together once all were healed enough to move. They took odd jobs here and there and Orias managed the money well enough that they were soon well off and didn't want for anything. Until one job in particular came along that was....unique. To kill a fae hound who was also a demon. Saying it would be easy and paid handsomely. Both Liroc and Orias felt iffy on it but Ori took it. When they arrived,they saw a unique looking creature tied down with iron. And clearly in pain and Orias instantly was on alert. Having learned nothing was this easy and had to be a trap. And sure enough when they got close they were jumped by several different types of Fae. All wanting to kill him. The fight that ensued lasted into the next day and left them all weakened before finally being captured. They were held for many days in a dark cell,none of them liking it. Until light poured in and spotted the hound from before. It seemed he was thrashed for not doing a good enough job doing whatever,not even he knew,and he dcided to release them when he was able to. Grateful for this,Orias let him come along but he was put through tests before allowing to join. And soon got use to the grumpy hound They formed a nice little family from then on,travelling around before finally putting down roots. Finding a home that was shrouded in spells to keep it from being seen by the wrong people. And soon they added in a Angel to the ranks,not everyone quickly took to him but soon Apollyon was made a member and second in command. And recently they had a couple of new members join with a Skinwalker named Alixander was found snooping throug his office and turned into a member after being held prisoners. And Orias recently ran into a old friend of his,a Fae king that he had gotten along with him and soon had him join and become the second person that was his right hand man. |