Post by cain on Nov 28, 2010 4:40:40 GMT -5
Missile-Kid | Eighteen | Female | I'm Usually Online | PM
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CALCIFER CAIN
Scorch | 119 | Omni | Chaotic Neutral | HS Senior, Bartender | Stephen Strait[/color][/font]
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I DON'T BELIEVE IN LUCK[/color][/font][/center]
WEAKNESSES Scorch used to be part of the spirit of fire itself, one part of an eternal being, but he was cursed by an angry witch and put into a mortal body.
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[/i][/color][/font]BUT I BELIEVE WE'RE THE ENEMY[/color][/font][/center]
His clothes are generally dark and punkish in nature. He wears a black leather jacket with silver snaps and buckles he doesn’t bother with, and he usually layers faded black and red t-shirts under it. Some are band t-shirts, or ones with some sort of phrase or symbol, but he wears plain t-shirts as well. All of his jeans look very worn, which is because he bought them big and grew into them. So, it’s not a fake worn look, he’s really had them for years. Besides the fact that he dresses in the things (colors) he likes, he doesn’t really care about his look all that much. It’s why all of his stuff looks so old. He also wears black boots with metal lining on the inside of the toe and heel, which is illegal at school, but its not visible so he gets away with it. He also sometimes wears black leather hand guards or wrist warmers with dull silver spikes, or a belt in a similar style.
At his job (in the end, he’s probably going to need a new one at some point) he tries to dress the part just enough not to get fired. Luckily for him, most of the jobs he gets allow him to wear at least black, if not red. Even in a tie, he still looks punkish, though he does sometimes tie his hair back for employment purposes.
PERSONALITY Scorch has a bit of a chip on his shoulder, and has had it for the past 19 years. He’s the dark and mischievously sadistic kind of demon, that is a little hard to figure out. For one thing, he goes to a human high school, has a human job (that he got a fake ID for) and generally has lived his life as a human for all nineteen years he’s been cursed. He stays with his mother, and hasn’t burned her or anything out of the ordinary. For a demon, he’s pretty much figured out the human life right on mark. The only difference is there is no family arguments, that’s about it.
This is because, although Scorch genuinely and obsessively wants to be rid of his mortal existence, he also generally has no complaints about his human existence. He’s even protective of his human mother because he’s realized after nineteen years (the first of which he was a real problem) that she protected him when he was weakest, and he feels he should do the same. Its not an emotional attachment, however, since despite having been born in this human body, he does not possess a human soul. He does lie about that though.
Now about him being mischievously sadistic. He’s not one to just go out and burn down some places or people. He likes to get to know his victims a bit, and his pyromania takes on a tongue-in-cheek sort of feel. The aquarium was once not up to fire code, and he asked why, to which the manager replied that ‘they’re fish, in water, they’re not going to burn.’ And so, when Scorch torched the place, he took the time to catch all the different fishies and roast them, before dropping them back in the water. He also signs his name “Scorch” by burning it into the wall or floor.
At school, he’s a bit different. Well at least now he is. He was held back sophomore year for behavior, and has since then been a little more keen on behaving in class. He usually keeps to himself, and has the reputation of being one of those bad-influence heavy metal sort of guys. He enjoys the fact that he makes people nervous, and sometime will pretend to be getting ready to fight, of only to see the other person freak out over it. I he does actually manage to talk to someone without outright threatening them, it’s usually a girl. With girls he’s overall pretty calm, though it’s usually his intent to embarrass them into leaving. Conversations go from casual, to personal, to sex, to insults, in that order, usually. Girls typically leave somewhere in the middle there.
He handles adversity like any other fire demon - he catches it on fire. When he can’t for whatever reason, he’ll threaten or, in some cases just back down. He usually comes for revenge afterward though. Even though, being a serial arsonist isn’t exactly good, Scorch isn’t evil either. He isn’t about taking over the world, or even getting more things to burn. He’s killed a few people in his fires, but he really doesn’t see the difference between burning down a building and burning down a person.
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[/i][/color][/font]AGAINST THE SUN - WE'RE THE ENEMY[/color][/font][/center]
Scorch’s story begins in 1891 when he was first lit. It was through a couple of matches and an orphan boy who thought it would be a great way to shake up the perfect lives of the people in his town if he caught part of the forest surrounding it on fire. In short, he was created in the feeling of needing something to burn, to ruin and upset people, and for no reason other than that people shouldn’t be so happy. It was a very uncaring reason, which left a lot of openings. That original fire burned down most of the town and killed three people before he rain and the remaining towns-people could put it out.
For the next hundred years Scorch, of course then he didn’t have a name, set hundreds of fires. It was all under the purpose of ruining someone’s life, which made him a pretty destructive flame. New family business opened up, special place used to get away from it all, a happy town or park; burned. He was very pleased with himself, however, something happened in 1991 that put a damper on his good time. He was attempting to burn down the forest and home of a young witch and her child, whom he saw as people who did not have enough fire in their lives. He began it one evening, while the witch was performing a ritual in the forest surrounding the house; her daughter, of about four years old was inside in her room, sleeping.
The fire started from the hearth, a few embers popping out to light onto the carpet, and then steadily burning through the mostly natural materials that the house was made of. When smoke began to drift over the forest, the witch stopped her ritual and returned to her house, only to see it glowing with the flames inside. She tried to stop the fire with magic, but it was already too far gone for her to stop it right away and she knew she had to get to her child. By the time she was able to fight through the flames to get to her daughters room, however, she was already dead due to smoke inhalation. The witch, full of grief and anger and having known about the myths surrounding wildfires quickly fought her way out of her burning house with her daughter in her arms. She used the ritual materials she already had out and made a circle around her home. She wanted to teach the demon what it was like to be fragile, since he obviously had not value on human life, and so used the ritual to single in on Scorch and curse him with a mortal life.
The flames died within seconds as a bright light engulfed the fire and closed in on Scorch. Not even the witch knew how her magic was going to manifest itself, but she was satisfied that it was done. Scorch had no idea what happened until much later that year… when he was born. He was a demon spirit now locked in the mortal body of an infant, which grew at the same rate as any other mortal child. He didn’t take it well, and for the first few years of his life he was the worst child imaginable. His powers were gone, but the drive to burn and destroy still resided in him. When he was five, his father left him and him mom (because of him, he knew, though never cared), and him mom had to figure out how to raise him on her own.
When he got to school he continued his violent and destructive behavior, until he pissed the wrong group of kids off. They were a few years older than him, and they followed him after school and nearly killed him beating him up. Although he wasn’t sure what would happen when he died, that was the first time he ever had a run in with his own mortality. It was his mother who saved him, when she came looking for him - she was angrier at the boys than he was, and it came as a bit of a shock to him. He thought, a bit amusingly, that if he ever died in a fire, she would be the one going after the fire demon that did it. He was taken out of school that year (this was kinder) to recover, and re-enrolled again the following year. His mother had taken care of him for that time, and since then he tried to be nice to her, or at least not a pain. Of course, that didn’t stop him from lighting those kids’ houses on fire. They didn’t burn to the ground, but it made him feel better.
He didn’t figure out he could still use some of his fire abilities until he was in middle school. He was daydreaming about being fire again, and caught his notebook. After practicing, and experimenting a bit, he found that he could create and throw fire, as well as become it, though with less control. With these new found powers (or old ones resurfacing) he felt it was still his duty to keep lighting up fires. He’s been an arsonist since then, though was only caught once.
His criminal record spiked from that point on. He was arrested twice, one for arson (though it wasn’t one of his major ones) and once for truancy. He was sent to Juvie for six months for the arson bit. He’s been suspended multiple times for setting off fire alarms, stealing, and getting into fights. In his last year of middle school, when he was fourteen, he managed to get a fake ID that said he was sixteen, so he could get a job. He worked at various places, never for too long, and usually used his payments to help out his mom, or but things his mom wouldn’t buy him.
When he was a sophomore in high school he was continuously tardy or absent, and seemed to always get into some sort of fight with someone. After multiple suspensions, he was eventually told he was going to be held back a year. He hadn’t been aware that could happen, but figured he would just drop out once he was eighteen anyway. His mother took it pretty hard though, and he found out that she never finished high school. Finally, he decided that he might as well finish, since it didn’t matter anyway. He’s been generally on his “best” behavior in school since then.
The original fake ID he got (which bares the name Evan Cade), now that he’s nineteen, is now good for saying he’s 21. He used it to get alcohol for himself, and then eventually to get a job as a bartender at an old shady bar. It deals in cash to keep off tax, which works well for him. So at this point in his life, he’s trying to finally graduate, while working at a bar, starting fires, and generally being a no-good kid.
CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT Well, before anyone realizes he's a demon, he'll probably cause the most conflict in school. Whether it's an actual fight or just Scorch thinking it would be fun to lead some good guys over to the dark side of being a teen, he's just the kind of bad influence that makes for good character development. Once his arson picks up, though it'll probably need some investigating. As a villian, Scorch is minor, due to his mortality, and common sense way of stopping him. Fire extinguisher anyone? Hopefully he can lie his way into not getting killed, though things happen.[/SIZE]
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Six Years | None | Fire Demon
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE GOES HERE - Calcifer sat up in a large tree, silently picking off the dried leaves and burning them to ashes in the palm of his hand. His dark eyes were trained on a large house, with lights and preppy music bursting from every window. A party. One of those, “your parents are out of town, and left you with the house because no way their little angel would ever do anything like that” sort of thing, complete with alcohol, sex, and drugs. Well, didn’t that look fun? Too bad he wasn’t invited. The black clad teen laughed a bit at that. He actually didn’t know what he would do if he was actually invited to a party. He wouldn’t be able to crash it, so he’d probably be bored out of his mind (or drunk out of his mind, whichever). Once it was passed midnight, he jumped down from the tree. This would be the best time for it, since by now all the guest had shown up and had probably gotten adequately high and or drunk for this to go over well.
He walked right up to the house and went in. There where people every where. A few people gave him odd looks, and he flicked them off before finding his way into the kitchen. ‘The best breeding grounds for any homemade fire.’ He thought, though he frowned sadly at the thought that even as a human he hadn’t been able to create any more fire demons through his arson - he supposed he wasn’t human enough. He turned the gas on, and then, as an after thought, shoved a few forks into the microwave and turned it onto HIGH for five minutes. That was going to be fun.
No sooner had he thought that then the party-girl herself came downstairs, in a frilly pink dress that started too low and ended too high. He stood corrected, now it was going to be fun. She spotted him and he waved. “What are you doing here?” She said, crossing her arms and just trying to look as menacing as possible.
He grinned, hoping he could pull this off well enough. “I guess that means your not glad to see me?” He moved closer to her, grasping her hips before she jerked away. “Aw, how sad. And here I was thinking my invitation got lost in the mail.”
She started on a little tirade about how she hated him, and there was no way she’s invite a loser, blah blah blibbity blah. He was really just trying to see how long it took her to notice her dress was on fire. Someone else figured it out for her. She screamed like a fricking banshee and immediately began padding at it with her purse. Like that was going to work. Her purse caught too, and she threw it down, other people began trying to help, but in the end, all their buzzed minds could think of was ripping the dress off. Wow, she was not wearing much under that thing.
On cue, the microwave exploded, setting the fire alarm off, and sending debris flying. The whole house panicked and began running out, half-naked girl included. As the last of the kids ran out, his gas caught on the embers and lit the place up. Luckily, his curse wasn’t sadistic enough to allow him to die in a fire. He quickly exited the house out the back and left, not bothering to check to see if his fun had any victims tonight. All he could think about was, “I wonder how Miss Priss is going to explain that one.” Before laughing and running over to were he hid his car. He hated being human, but he had to say, some things were just more fun. Being able to see what happens when news gets around school was one of them. [/color]
