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Cannibal


The Custom Riftborn Lasirus
Owner: Froslass

Age: 15 years, 4 months, 3 weeks

Born: December 12th, 2008

Adopted: 15 years, 4 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)

Adopted: December 12th, 2008 (Legacy)

Statistics


  • Level: 5
     
  • Strength: 11
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 12
     
  • HP: 12/12
     
  • Intelligence: 1
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


Cannibal
"A sip of tea and a slab of meat for dinner never hurt anyone...Although, it might of hurt the person I cut it from."





Name: Cannibal
Gender: Male
Race/Species:
Demon | Were Bat
Age: Timeless
Orientation: Pansexual
Status: Single Crushing
Occupation: Bounty Hunter, Skin Collector
Rp Status: Open



Personality Traits:
|Cunning|Irritating|Unlawful|
Traits Towards Evadrel:
|Protective|Collective|Caring|



Batty...

That eye... the darkness of a hollowed socket gave way to the eerie glow of red in the back of his skull, or at least it appeared that way. Medium strands of soft snow white hair came from the crown of this demon's skull, stopping about shoulder length. Each ear bore links, chains, studs and rings. A scar of gray tattooed around his neck made the sign of once being in the hands of a dark master; enslavement bounds being held secretly still by the same creature, Itzaakh the Necromancer whom brought him back from the grave centuries past.

A thin haired tail came from the base of the tail bone ending in a snowy tuft of hair; its flexibility often made it a useful weapon for tripping opponents. Lilith framed, Cannibal had never really been one to build muscle; he never needed it. Herculean Strength pulsed through the blood works of this once living Oni, a species of demon indigenous to Japan, offering the ability to move large objects with little exertion. A weapon's master, Cannibal had lived long enough to pick up almost any weapon and know how to use it, from sword to long spear, he knew how to kill.

Normally found dressed in a pair of sandals that strapped tightly to his feet, as to not risk speed lose, with a pair of white Japanese socks. A pair of denim tight fitting pants was what he wore, hugging firmly to the waist but belling out towards mid calf slightly. Also, fishnet shirt made of unknown materials to make it sturdy covered his chest. Over top that mesh was stomach exposing top of a red color. Around his neck was a necklace. It appeared to serve no purpose except for him to fiddle with while he pondered.

Am I?
Personality:
Arrogant
Disability:
Werebat, he has no control over the transformation at the new moon. Most of the time the day before the new moon he goes missing, hiding himself away to work out the night's transformation and return exhausted the next morning.
Facial Expressions:
Expressive, Canni tends to be a trickster so most of his expressions deal with the genre "Anime Like". But when faced with a serious situation those expressions shift to that of a more mild mannered, serious creature.
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Overlay: Necolasa
1st Overlay = ThePaperNinja
Art: Draw Me?
Potion Info:
Drank The Blood of The Tainted: 12/12/08
Thank You User not found: quezy ♥️!

Lacuna Coul: Spellbound
[Verse]
Burning here in my room
Feeling that
The walls are moving closer
Sight and seen
The dark takes me
Leads me to
The ending of another day
I'm haunted

[Chorus]
Tell me who you are
I am spellbound
You cannot have this control on me
Everywhere I go
I am spellbound
I will break the spell you put on me

[Verse]
Velvet drapes, glowing candles
Silent whispers
Of words inside of my head
The nighttime comes
It waits for me
Leads me to
The ending of another day
I'm haunted

[Chorus]

Break the spell...
[Solo]

[Chorus]

Everywhere I go
I am spellbound [x3]
I will break the spell you put on me.
Story
[Cannibal's place of birth is a mystery to most besides the select few who worked hard to bring his remains too life. His former master did not reveal the unnecessary details of his death and then rebirth for his subject to remain ignorant of his own past.]

In a perfect world one would not need to steal the power of others in order to survive. In the times of before one would say; "Break the man to take his courage, kill the man to steal his strength."

Originally the Tama Youkaiko came from Hokkaidō, Japan's second largest island. Roughly translated their species name would mean; "Spirit Thief". This of course was given to them for their ritualistic thievery of power from those they bested in battle. This strong urge to collect power to better themselves came from the long bred ideals of a better tomorrow, the one that managed to become the strongest would take control and end the madnes and yet for so long they had plagued the country like wave of pests.

Kane Nagikashi was no different. He hunted the strongest of the Emperor's Generals and taking their lives to gain their strength. The deomn even bested various other species presumed better than he to obtain their powers of various kinds. Along his life span it was heard that Kane's combined chi held multiple abilities; including but not limited to the ability to teleport to various places in one thought.

This path of destruction only lead to disaster, a disaster most unknown. Information had been sent through the networks Kane had managed to establish in his early years leading Kane to a being that possessed beyond perfect hearing. This perfection had to be obtained, and obtained it was but with a price. In the last throes of death his target's curse was transferred. The Curse of The Werbat.

In his youth, Kane traveled the world. This traveling allowed him to not only get a larger view of the lives lived around him, but to meet a being known by the name Kath and the title "King of Shadows". A Shadowmancer was he and a powerful one at that. For once, Kane did not wish to defeat this being, but merely serve to the being's cause; whatever that may have been.

During The King of Shadow's march an argument broke out between Kath and Kane, an argument that left Kane most disgruntled; little is known about their argument, but what is known is they disagreed, making Kane betray. The betrayal weighed, sending Kath on a hunt that ended in Kane's traitorous death, buried in an unmarked shallow grave at the foot of a gnarled tree in shame.

For what seemed like forever, Kane's soul laid trapped in that grave along with the slowly rotting corpse of its mortal body until the light from the moon shined above him, the face of an unfamiliar man appeared before him with an almost pitying smile. "Tonight marks the raising of Demon. Oh how I've waited to find your body but for what purpose; more enslavement? The gnarled tree had done its work to the body of Kane Nagikashi, from the grave rose a new being, Cannibal, enslaved by Itzaakh, the Necromancer.

[This is all the information that could be gathered by word of mouth. Some do not believe in Kane's return, but simply a shell of the former terror.]

Pet Treasure


Cave Bat

Creepy Rictus

Cave Bat

Bloodred Pearl

Pink Bottled Butterfly

Balrak

Baticus

Spiked Bat

Bahnty

Bartholomew

Bloodlust

Bloodred Lasirus Plushie

Morostide Lasirus Plushie

Bewitched Pumpkin Bat

Snuggly Silver Bat Plushie

Batwing

Batty Bonbon

Battart

Bloodred Voodoo Doll

Grape Snobat

Lasirus Wing

Tiny Lasirus Lolly

Cream Covered Bat on a Stick

Pet Friends


Lady Aurora
Your atempt at a joke is a ghost of humor at best, My Lady Aurora.