Abigor

[abi]

grey skies & light fading ,,


(Before he ended up on this god-forsaken island)

"Lost, not forgotten
Reigning against the odds
Feared and respected
Living among the gods
Leading the empire
Spirit as black as coal
Lost, not forgotten
King of the deathless soul
An epic novel no one's read
Pages torn and faded
The greatest story never told"

THE OOC SECTION
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CHARACTER NAME

Abigor, just Abigor.

CHARACTER DESCRIPTION

Abigor was a demon of mighty stature and power, often depicted as a thin, black-haired demonic figure towering ominously over you. Now, however, the "demonic" - part of him is no more. With the Armageddon and the near eradication of the human race, Abigor was destroyed and His body shattered. His power was taken away from him, and he was thrown away as a poor, albeit good-looking human with no idea of his whereabouts.

After losing his demonic traits, like near infinite power and wings, the only thing he had left was his blade and his clothes. His clothes were elegantly woven, bearing symbols of death and judgement on them. His blade was rather elegant, although it had lost its abilities - like unability to break in a fight, or gaining strength from the blood of his enemies. Nevertheless, it was still sharp as a nail, and deadly in his hands. He had had a dozen lifetimes of experience with it, after all.

CHARACTER PERSONALITY

Once being a mighty demon commanding several armies, and then reduced to a rubble of a man, has left its marks on Abigor. He has little to no trust at all, he never makes friends and his only goal is to destroy everything he can get his hands on to(probably impacted by him suddenly feeling emotions). Perhaps he can still prove himself? Maybe there is still a chance to regain his power? This is what he's rooting for, as desperately as one with a demon's mindset can. His speech is often bizarre, but disrespective; he does not respect others much. He is simply looking for an excuse to fight, and let their skill and strength decide the rest. However, he has recently discovered that even he can feel emotion. Perhaps it was triggered after he lost his power; but nevertheless now he was more vulnerable than ever before.

His personality, in general, is one you should expect from a demon. Disrespectful and cold, albeit often masking his true maning behind words, is not a good trait in such a dangerous world like this. He views himself extremely dangerous too, though - not that a tall, strong and very scary-looking guy with a sword would easily get attacked by some random bandit. Freaks are dangerous.

CHARACTER HISTORY

This demon's real story began right after the Armageddon had begun. The humans had finally gone too far, and the Antichrist was, after a long-drawn battle, slain by a group of heroes. Needless to say, almost immediately after his death hell broke loose... literally. Abigor, Alocer and the other Grand Dukes of Hell appeared, spearheading the demonic invasion of Earth, each leading a set number of legions. Abigor had been their leader; he carried a scepter and a lance, the devices of Hell, and after him strode hundreds of thousands of more. The shattered Earth didn't have time to recover; factories were all destroyed, and gun-production had halted. Ammunition began to ran out everywhere, and even the few fighters that there were left were finally destroyed. And with the world's arms production at halt, there was ultimately nothing they could do to stop the invasion. Most ran away as they saw the demons; some fought back, and some even tried to equip armies to counter them, with little to no success. Abigor indeed had all the time to enjoy the eradication of the human race, but perhaps he took it all too lightly. Antichrist was dead, indeed, but there was still an another person of near god-like power on the planet. The humans called him the "Second Coming", but demons named him not, for his whole existence was blasphemy to them, and they hated him with every cell in their demonic bodies. And, albeit all the armies of Hell amassing against him, the humans alongside the Second Coming destroyed them. Abigor engaged in a duel against the Coming himself, and it lasted a full day: then Abigor was thrown down, his torso torn open by his adversary's vicious sword. As he laid on the ground, the Second Coming had stepped over his near lifeless body, and then, first slowly but then with a fastening pace his body began to melt away.

Then, like a vision or waking up from a dream, he felt as if something had been revealed; and then his vision faded. Maybe he had gone blind? No, soon he saw a dark, foggy landscape about him. Where had only a few minutes ago been a rising sun, was now the full moon, and the fog was all about him; it curled around his feet and up his body, as if fondling him. With a gasp, he noticed that his wings were gone along with his power - a mere human he was now, and shockingly he received the news. Abigor shrugged the mist off about him, standing up on his feet. He felt no pain or guilt. The atmosphere was the exact opposite of what it had been just a while ago; he could feel it. Feel it? As if suddenly realizing something very obvious, wonder grew in his eyes, flickering of white light. He could... feel emotions? It was something extraordinary, he gave it that. A surge of emotion rushed through him, as well as a sudden grasping of that he had just escaped death. For a moment he gasped for air, until he heard a voice speaking about him from the mist. Then, turning around, he saw a figure standing through the fog. Oddly, it didn't surprise him. There had already been enough surprises for him.

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headlamps making patterns on the wall ,,

THE IC SECTION
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"Hello there. You've just arrived in the Distorted World. Why don't you tell me your name, and the first thought going through your head right now?"

"Distorted World? Do you mean that this is a part of Hell? Have I been here before? Who are you?" His words were cast aside, as if a distortion had caught them hanging in the air and shattered them like wind shatters leaves. He felt as if he had to answer the voice's questions. "My name is....Abigor." With an effort, he said his own name, as if it had a foul taste."..And my first thought? I don't think that I am obliged to answer to that."

"That's certainly interesting... forgive me if I don't know what to say to that. So tell me, where are you from?"

"I'm from Hell."

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"Then what is this place? Tell me that!"Again, he was interrupted by more questions. He found himself unable to resist answering to them; somehow they felt important to him. "I spread death around myself. I like the smell of blood and battles, as well as fighting in them myself. I enjoy slaying worthless beings. I dislike you, for instance, for being such an idiot to not answer to me. I would encourage you to answer very quickly, for your life may depend on that."

"Ah, that's amazing! And not only do we have some things in common, you're quite the looker, too, aren't you?"

"I find it extremely disturbing that we have something in common. Perhaps you could show yourself so that I could see you too?"

"There's no need to be shy. They always say, if you've got it, flaunt it, right? Anyway, enough about that. Who are you allied with?"

"I only have one ally; and that is Death. I think that you will find it out soon anyways, if you won't stop your questioning."

"I'm sure you have your reasons... Oh, on another note, how tall are you?"

7'0"

"Drat! Just four inches too tall. Although... hmm, would you mind if I asked you on a date? Don't worry, I'll buy."

He seriously thinks that I care..? "I don't care about sexuality."

"Finding a venue might be a bit difficult, anyway, since I have no idea where we are... tell me where this is, again?"

"I thought that this happens in Hell, but you proved me wrong. You tell me instead!" (Let's say that this happens on the Isle of Man.)

"Ah, how could I forget? I'd love to vacation here someday, when it's not so foggy... It's scenic, you know?"

Ah, now he's becoming ever crazier. Perhaps I will like him after all. Crazy people are so random... and yet so right."You are quite right. I love the watching tortured children to cry from their heart's content too."(Only my character, not me.)

"Well, thank you for the lovely conversation! I'm afraid I'll have to be leaving you, though, since I'm going to explode in about three seconds anyway. Buh-bye now!"

"Death has always been my good ally."

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uptown it's dead now but ,,

THE ROLEPLAYER SECTION
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ROLEPLAYER NAME

Abi/Michael if you prefer my real name.

ROLEPLAYER AGE

19.

EXPERIENCE

Two years

PASSWORD

Curaja!

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out here no one seems to care at all ,,

THE RP SAMPLE SECTION
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RP SAMPLE

They stood on a platform, looking down upon a number of frozen figures, whose heads were being eaten by monsters. Aside Abigor there stood a man. "Who are those frozen people down there?", the man asked him. Abigor pondered his answer for a second or two. "They are those who have sinned the most." The man nodded, glancing down as if he had spotted something unusual. "But there's one empty spot. Who is it for?", he asked, for it had caught his attention pretty quickly. Abigor turned his gaze at the man. "That spot there...is for you, Johnny. Have you not betrayed your kin when you decided to turn tail and join forces with the demons? Do they not lust for your death? But I, as a friend, say to you: go willingly. Otherwise there might be far more painful punishments in store for you than this one." Playing games with mortals had always been entertaining.
Johnny gasped for air. Stairs appeared in front of him, leading down to where the frozen figures were at. He took the first step carefully, followed by more. Each step he took was more confident than the one before, and soon he was strolling casually down. Abigor had to admit it, the man had some nerves. But nevertheless he had sinned, far beyond what could be still forgiven. There was no alternative. A judgement had to be final and unforgiving, like a verdict declared by the judge. How carefully and well the humans had constructed their laws! Almost like a work of art, but still they lacked something. Abigor had completed this system, putting himself at the head of it; he was the judge, and everybody else were to be judged by him only.

Abigor resumed from his thoughts. He saw that Johnny had managed it down and was now standing near the spot reserved for him, as if undecided whether or not go in there. Why could humans never accept their deaths intelligently? Behavior like this was always so irritating. But then Johnny fell forwards in the frozen hole, and then it closed on him. But through the ice, on the ground, Abigor could see something red. He fixed his gaze on the spot. What was it? The man couldn't have suicided? What weapon could he have hid in his clothes? Abigor grasped it, but immediately began to laugh. What an idiot! For the one time he had me for a fool, he decided to walk down and kill himself. What a shame that he had so few time for some little entertainment; even now he was needed elsewhere. But after all, he didn't regret it that much - there would always be enough humans to slay and enough spirits to bend.