Post by Skizz0rz on Aug 8, 2009 3:51:59 GMT -6
"And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And his name that sat on him was Death
And Hell followed with him."
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And his name that sat on him was Death
And Hell followed with him."
Name: Mephisto Sekhmet
Known as: White Demon
Age: 78 dog years
Gender: Male
Race: Domestic Dog
Sub-race: Demon x Undead
Breed: Chocolate Dalmatian
Theme: When The Man Comes Around - Johnny Cash
Appearance:
Strong and sturdy, Mephisto leans toward the more muscular side of the spectrum. His height, however, is pretty average. Teeth are unique in that they are made completely of razor-sharp ivory, and will never break or chip. Claws, too, are interesting. They are different in that they are made out of pure iron, and are retractable. When he chooses to unsheathe them, they extend a good 4 inches, and cut anything that gets in their way.
At first, one might think that Mephisto doesn't have any eyes, but this is untrue. They are black, and do not reflect light. This is useful for hunting particularly at night. The eyes seem to not reflect emotions either. They are the eyes of a hardened criminal. They have seen hundreds of scenes of death, rape, and torture. They are a taboo in and of themselves. As for his pelt, he lacks a little more spots than an average Dalmatian would. You could try and get close enough to count just exactly how many he has, but you yourself would probably go belly-up before you could finish. He knows how many he has, and he'll get the rest of them back, too.
Personality:
Long since has the loving and caring disposition been banished from his soul. Mephisto views everything as a target, a statistic, a murder. But his own flesh still bleeds, and his own mortality still exists: He knows to be smart about it. He doesn't do it in public. And even when not in public, he'll drag out the process as long as possible. Tortured screams are like music to his ears.
Naturally, he's a loner. He has a strange, wheezy laugh that some find daunting. Irony and sarcasm are often found in his vocabulary, if he ever takes the time to speak to you. He wouldn't know what to do with himself when confronted with a much stronger opponent. He is quite used to picking on the easy targets. The weak, the very young, the sick, the old. He most certainly would not risk his own life to destroy one more powerful than he. Sometimes when he's alone he can be heard singing. It's the only thing he does simply for his own enjoyment, and does it often. Most often those who get to hear his raspy voice don't live very long.
Biography: A long time ago, this dalmatian was a just and honest canine, seeking love and truth and engaging in the pursuit of happiness. His name was never originally Mephisto, either. The name has since been forgotten. It was, once again, a long time ago.
However, he was never a normal canine. From birth he grew to become a hero among those who knew him. He was fearless and bold; he defended the innocent or weak at all costs. He was foolish. He didn't know that "all costs" included his own life, until one special night. He came across a demon in the act of attempting to rape an innocent, and naturally he stood in the way. The demon, Pythos, was far more powerful than he, and slaughtered him instantly. He then dragged his mangled corpse back with him to the gates of hell.
For his own amusement, the demon used whatever powers he possessed to assemble Mephisto back together, and gave him a sort of half-life. Pythos was disgusted by his good deeds and untarnished soul he had kept during his mortal life, and decided to play a cruel game. With a swift rake of his claws, all of Mephisto's spots vanished, and he woke up in hell.
He then proceeded to tell Mephisto that he would be sent back to earth, and could get all 200 of his spots back one by one, for every horrible deed he committed, and would be sent into heaven. Naturally, Mephisto protested this, but the clever Pythos swayed him. Pythos murdered thousands almost daily, just for fun, and if Mephisto managed to get his 200 spots back, Pythos himself would cease to exist. What was worth more? The millions Pythos would slaughter? Or the measly 200 Mephisto had to?
Grudgingly, Mephisto broke down and obliged, tears rolling down his bone white face. He was sent back to earth, just as the demon promised, but was given certain demonic attributes to aid him in killing. Fangs of ivory, long, retractable claws of iron. It was then that his name was changed to Mephisto, the devil incarnate. He then set out to start his killing spree. He could see no other way out of it.
Strangely, as only the minds of serial killers know, manslaughter rips a souls morals apart. It grinds and twists them into something almost unrecognizable. One cannot simply murder 200 for a good cause, and come out of it the same. Mephisto was no exception.
He handled his first death quite well. The second and third even. But soon they started to change him. He no longer heeded to their cries for mercy. He started letting them suffer more. His mind grew less and less compassionate. Murder changed him. Forever.
Though he hasn't forgotten his deal with the devil, he has completely forgotten his original motives. Now he works only to destroy the demon that [grrr]ed up his life. He cares not for the millions he will be saving in the process; he thinks not of them. Long years of endless slaughter hardened him into a killing machine, and he's out for revenge.
Known as: White Demon
Age: 78 dog years
Gender: Male
Race: Domestic Dog
Sub-race: Demon x Undead
Breed: Chocolate Dalmatian
Theme: When The Man Comes Around - Johnny Cash
Appearance:
Strong and sturdy, Mephisto leans toward the more muscular side of the spectrum. His height, however, is pretty average. Teeth are unique in that they are made completely of razor-sharp ivory, and will never break or chip. Claws, too, are interesting. They are different in that they are made out of pure iron, and are retractable. When he chooses to unsheathe them, they extend a good 4 inches, and cut anything that gets in their way.
At first, one might think that Mephisto doesn't have any eyes, but this is untrue. They are black, and do not reflect light. This is useful for hunting particularly at night. The eyes seem to not reflect emotions either. They are the eyes of a hardened criminal. They have seen hundreds of scenes of death, rape, and torture. They are a taboo in and of themselves. As for his pelt, he lacks a little more spots than an average Dalmatian would. You could try and get close enough to count just exactly how many he has, but you yourself would probably go belly-up before you could finish. He knows how many he has, and he'll get the rest of them back, too.
Personality:
Long since has the loving and caring disposition been banished from his soul. Mephisto views everything as a target, a statistic, a murder. But his own flesh still bleeds, and his own mortality still exists: He knows to be smart about it. He doesn't do it in public. And even when not in public, he'll drag out the process as long as possible. Tortured screams are like music to his ears.
Naturally, he's a loner. He has a strange, wheezy laugh that some find daunting. Irony and sarcasm are often found in his vocabulary, if he ever takes the time to speak to you. He wouldn't know what to do with himself when confronted with a much stronger opponent. He is quite used to picking on the easy targets. The weak, the very young, the sick, the old. He most certainly would not risk his own life to destroy one more powerful than he. Sometimes when he's alone he can be heard singing. It's the only thing he does simply for his own enjoyment, and does it often. Most often those who get to hear his raspy voice don't live very long.
Biography: A long time ago, this dalmatian was a just and honest canine, seeking love and truth and engaging in the pursuit of happiness. His name was never originally Mephisto, either. The name has since been forgotten. It was, once again, a long time ago.
However, he was never a normal canine. From birth he grew to become a hero among those who knew him. He was fearless and bold; he defended the innocent or weak at all costs. He was foolish. He didn't know that "all costs" included his own life, until one special night. He came across a demon in the act of attempting to rape an innocent, and naturally he stood in the way. The demon, Pythos, was far more powerful than he, and slaughtered him instantly. He then dragged his mangled corpse back with him to the gates of hell.
For his own amusement, the demon used whatever powers he possessed to assemble Mephisto back together, and gave him a sort of half-life. Pythos was disgusted by his good deeds and untarnished soul he had kept during his mortal life, and decided to play a cruel game. With a swift rake of his claws, all of Mephisto's spots vanished, and he woke up in hell.
He then proceeded to tell Mephisto that he would be sent back to earth, and could get all 200 of his spots back one by one, for every horrible deed he committed, and would be sent into heaven. Naturally, Mephisto protested this, but the clever Pythos swayed him. Pythos murdered thousands almost daily, just for fun, and if Mephisto managed to get his 200 spots back, Pythos himself would cease to exist. What was worth more? The millions Pythos would slaughter? Or the measly 200 Mephisto had to?
Grudgingly, Mephisto broke down and obliged, tears rolling down his bone white face. He was sent back to earth, just as the demon promised, but was given certain demonic attributes to aid him in killing. Fangs of ivory, long, retractable claws of iron. It was then that his name was changed to Mephisto, the devil incarnate. He then set out to start his killing spree. He could see no other way out of it.
Strangely, as only the minds of serial killers know, manslaughter rips a souls morals apart. It grinds and twists them into something almost unrecognizable. One cannot simply murder 200 for a good cause, and come out of it the same. Mephisto was no exception.
He handled his first death quite well. The second and third even. But soon they started to change him. He no longer heeded to their cries for mercy. He started letting them suffer more. His mind grew less and less compassionate. Murder changed him. Forever.
Though he hasn't forgotten his deal with the devil, he has completely forgotten his original motives. Now he works only to destroy the demon that [grrr]ed up his life. He cares not for the millions he will be saving in the process; he thinks not of them. Long years of endless slaughter hardened him into a killing machine, and he's out for revenge.
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