Chiaki
(#47786414)
Level 1 Coatl
Familiar
Spellwrought Ambassador
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Coatl
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
8.23 m
Wingspan
9.44 m
Weight
980.37 kg
Genetics
Shadow
Skink
Skink
Wine
Shimmer
Shimmer
Flaxen
Glimmer
Glimmer
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Coatl
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
7
DEF
6
QCK
7
INT
7
VIT
5
MND
6
Lineage
Parents
Offspring
Biography
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Chiaki || A thousand bright autumns
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OCCUPATION
Bloodmage || Serial killer || Butcher/Cook || Fallen Angel
TRAITS
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Personality ______ Chiaki us quite nonchalant for someone who murders others in his spare time. Primarily calm and collected, not completely faking his sincerity and compassion. He does care to a certain extent or else he would've have started killing scum in the first place. He can just be kind of be a real jerk. He does still have a job to run and an identity to hide so professionalism is still needed. That and he isn't totally unhinged. ______ With a more realistic if not complete nihilistic outlook now. Part of him still holds onto his hopefulness and weary optimism, but he doesn't relay on it. Those are flukes at best and completely unreliable. After all, luck did stick him in a sick sack of flesh the second time around. His grim sense of humor is probably the sole best thing about him. Never failing to make someone laugh and hurt inside at the same time. Chiaki thinks it would be the best kind of black magic, if it was magic at all. Nothing quite like being able to somber an entire room with just one crack about the world or another dark crap that comes to mind. Not exactly the brightest, but he's getting there. Though there is that psychotic part of him, the part that enjoys seeing terror in the eyes of others. The part that enjoy the way flesh sounds when it's ripped from bone. With a laugh than instill uneasiness just as much as it can just as easily be contagious. Unpredictable and unforgiving, barely managing to now skin bystanders on a whim. Their blood chilling screams never failing to priss him off.
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Gender: Agender Pronouns: He/Him Attraction: Bi Mate: Meh Age: ∞ Height: 5'11" Voice: link 
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Syptoms: - Internal Hemorrhaging - Acid reflex - Ulcers - Heart Murmur - Atrial fibrillation - Vomiting - Lack of Appetite - Fainting - Low blood pressure ╰━━━━━━━━╯
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"Demons are angels too, sweetheart." ╰━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━╯ Backstory Chiaki was born as normal and moral as any other, naively believing the good in the world. That things would get better when times were;t the best and usually they did. Chiaki was a bland as they come, perusing a career as a butcher, going against most everyone's view of an ideal life. Over all, his life wasn't all that bad. He even fed meat scraps to strays on occasion. His first life ended when he was mugged and stabbed 7 times in his chest and stomach, left to bleed out in the street. The lonely light of a street lamp to be his only companion in death. He said he gave that the most benefit of the doubt and carried on with his next life. Laughing when he was born into a sick body. Lungs hemorrhaging, ulcers and heartburn that made eating neigh impossible. Ever breath was suffering, and then came the heart issues, oh how fun. Not a single doctor was able to due a thing besides give him medicine, a pace maker and rack up more bills. The peptic ulcers killed him the second time, his stomach finally rupturing and donce again left to bleed out in an agonizing death. Hope and optimism can only be spread so thin before they begin to slip up. It took three life times before Chiaki's finally lost all traction. A tire spinning through mud, until he finally snapped and the sound was deafening. It was the bruises, a young woman, maybe 22. Her right eye covered in a sickly purple bruise and unable to see out of it. Her frame was stiff yet trembled and flinched with every slight noise or motion. Her only good eye remained adamant locked on her spouse. After three lifetimes of standing idly by as the world cruelly cranked on around him, something in Chiaki finally gave out. Disgust boiled into his throat, bitter and burning. Reality fanning his rage until it had no here left to go but out. The young butcher politely asked the man how he could be of service, faking politeness until the abuser got close enough for him to strike. Yet he knew as soon as he picked up his knife, he'd fallen from grace. Turning his back on complacent light, selling his soul to the eternal darkness of his new proactive life. Dirty work can't be seen or else it won't get done and it doesn't come cheap. The ginger coatl was more than surprised with how easy it was to slice though the truckers fore arm. Then again people these days don't use their bodies for much, less muscle to cut through with bones that shatter like glass. Naturally the injured man wailed like a wee baby, confused, scared maybe even angry at this sudden betrayal. "It's not like you need them, woman beater." Chiaki said while trying to stifle a laugh. It seemed the man was more terrified of being found out than of death itself, how interesting. Was the though of jail really that powerful a motivator? More than the finality of death? Chiaki certainly didn't think so, there was no excuse for people like him. The ginger laughed once he saw the look on the poor woman's face whom had been the real victim for who knows how long. There was no sorrow, no remorse. Nothing. The damage was done and she wasn't going to stop her husband from getting what he had given her. God it was hysterical, thrilling even. Some sick form of justice at it's finest and Chiaki let her leave, knowing full well she wouldn't be telling anyone that the man who hurt her for so long was gutted and bled out like all the other pigs that went to the butcher. Packaged and fed to unsuspecting scum and so a serial killer was born. Targeting the scum of the Earth, carving them up and selling their most valuable remains to the black market. Making sure to feed their meat to the scum down their as well, while keeping their souls for himself. A butcher of the damned as he's been named, at least it's a good alias name. Practicing less physically intensive ways of murder, mainly by molding the blood of others to his will. Altering chemical compounds to make a body explode is child's play. Rupturing organs and bones with blood-cicles, no sweat. Make it hurt, so they can feel some of the pain they caused other people. He also works as a cook for his wife's Hilbert Hotel, impressed that such a thing could exist. Infinite room for infinite guests, it's a marvel the thing has an ounce of order in it. Chiaki mentally questions his wife's true origin as the hotel hasn't switch owners very often as far as he knows. Only the stars know how old the dam thing actually is or how it jumps from location to location. Since his introduction to the 'real' world, the demon has discovered many things that mortal eyes are seldom graced with. As long as the guests don't find out about some of the ingredients in their food, most of it is no mind to him. Plus, it tends to bring the awful ones right to him. |
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