Post by Demon Gallant on Mar 13, 2010 17:11:18 GMT -5
Alchemist Template
[/i][/u][/color][/size][/center][Character Information]
Name: Demon Gallant
Age: appearance = 16, actually 141
Hometown: Athens, Greece
Class: First Class Alchemist
Likes: Alchemy, Isolation
Dislikes: Ignorant stupid people
Strengths: Alchemy
Weaknesses: Alchemy takes time
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Immortal: Yes
Looks:
Personality: Demon has lived a very long time. And he hates everyone. Nearly every single person he met has proved to him that Human's are selfish, obnoxious, and cocky. Ignorant, too. They miss out on the world around them, merely because they ignore it, or claim it "illogical". What is logic, anyway? Demon has lived for 141 years, and doesn't look a day over 16. Is that logical?
There are some, though, that has gained his trust, or even friendship. These people are very few, however, and it takes a lot to convince Demon that you are even worthy of his time.
His favourite food is apples, because it is quick and easy to find anywhere. His least favourite food is anything unhealthy, because it makes his magic slow and unresponsive.
History: Demon was born in the year 34. His parents died when he was 12, killed by Dracula in front of the public. He drained them of their blood for everyone to see. They were assassins for the military, and were quickly caught by Dracula's heightened senses. Depressed, Demon walked around the city for a while, looking around. Then it started to rain.
The only thing around him that would shelter him was an old, abandoned restaraunt. Looking around, he noticed one thing. The wood was rotten. Falling through the floor, he landed in the cellar in a heap. It was musty, smelling of mold and vermin. Looking around for the stairs, he found another doorway, leading deeper in the basement. It was locked with many, many locks, and was a steel door. He wanted in. Desperately. He started to ram it.
In it's time, it would have stood up against just about anything. It was old, though, and the hinges were rusted, and the doorframe was rotten. The door quickly flew into the darkness. Stumbling around, he discovered the room only had one thing inside of it. A table. On that table, was a leather book bound in chains. Rushing over to it, he looked at it. It looked like a normal book.
And then he saw it. Beside the book was a key. Picking it and the book up, he hesitently inserted it into the lock and turned. The chains crumbled into dust. Opening the book, the first thing he noticed was the ever-changing text. Nothing ever stayed for long. Every word, sentence, paragraph, and page changed. He could still read it though. He could still read it.
Time skip.
Demon quickly discovered what the book was. The book of Abraham. Inside of it's everchanging pages were the secrets of Alchemy. The secrets of Immortality. The secrets of turning base metals into gold. The secrets of life.
Quickly climbing up the ranks of Alchemy, he learned how to enchant, Synthesise, and Transmutate. Then he decided he needed to Teach. Gathering those who would listen, he started off the New age.
The Age of Alchemists.
[Combat Information]
Weapon(s):
Armor: Demon can transmutate his clothes into full armor and back again.
Special Items: Demon carries around three items. The first is the Book of Abraham. The second is his personal Athame, and the third is a leather bag filled with metals and gems, for transmutation.
Enchantments:
1) Demon can make metals lighter/heavier
2) Demon can make objects alight with fire
3) Demon can make objects freeze
4) Demon can make objects shrink and regrow, but not grow and reshink
5) Demon can strengthen/weaken objects
6) Demon can make metals never rust
7) Demon can run electricity through metals stemming from the core, where a jewel is inset
8) Demon can enchant his clothes to filter water, so he can breathe under it with cloth over his mouth.
9) Demon can enchant things to reflect light, turning them invisible.
10) Demon can code in a special word, causing all enchanted with it to self destruct/combust when the word is spoken.
Transmutations:
1) Convert solids to Liquids (Vice Versa)
2) Convert Liquids to Gasses (Vice Versa)
3) Convert Gasses to Plasma's (Vice Versa)
4) Convert Plasma's to Solids (Vice Versa)
5) Create larger objects if appropriate materials are around (EG: Dagger to a sword if more metal is around)
6) Naturally grow things faster if more of it is around (Take grass and grow grass, or Heal using flesh from another body or elsewhere)
7) Convert One object to another if elements are the same/around
8) Stop the transmutating process halfway through, destroying an object
9) Reshape objects (As long as Mass doesn't change)
10) Reduce object to base materials
[RP Sample]
Demon stood, unswaying, in the face of a Lycan. Seeing one was rare. Seeing one alone was even rarer. As it came nearer, Demon shouted. "What do you want?!" It stopped, before shifting back into human. "The book..." He merely said, the stench of meat filling the air. The wind around them whipped across the buildings surrounding them, sifting through their hair. Then he shifted again. He wasn't human long enough for Demon to get a good look at his physical attributes.
Then he lunged, arms outstretched towards Demon. Stepping backwards, he placed his hands on the ground. Pouring magic into it, he willed the grass under their feet to grow. Suddenly, a wall sprung up in front of him, vines and flowers peppered through it. The Lycan became entangled in the grass and leaves, it slowing him down. Walking over, he placed his hands on it again, and pressed. Hard. Instantly, from the base, concrete started to creep up the grass, encasing it in solid concrete.
Now what to do? He couldn't leave a pillar of concreted grass in the middle of the city. There was only one thing he could do. By now, the Lycan was dead, deprived of oxygen. Demon briefly wondered what it was like, trapped inside of there with grass and flowers poking into him, completely turned into concrete. Sighing he took out his Athame. flicking open the bottom, he pulled out a chunck of chalk. Drawing several alchemic symbols onto it, he swiped his blood across the symbols, and stepped back.
Suddenly, the concrete began to melt. Then it got faster. Stepping back a bit more, he watched as the pillar of concrete pooled around his feet like water, stretching across the earth before them. Then, it turned back into grass. It was like nothing happened. Even the Lycan had been turned to liquid, and then grass and flowers, becoming part of the landscape, like fertelizer.
It was like Nothing happened. The Lycan was gone. The grass and concrete was back to normal. Even the air no longer smelled like meat, though that was probably just from the wind. He was tired now. Transmutating that much really sucked his energy. He needed to find some way to increase his magical stamina and Aura.
Walking away from the scene, he wondered if that Lycan was from a pack. Probably not, but you never know. He needed some shelter. He needed time to pore through the book again. Crossing the busy street, he entered a quaint little cafe. It was dark, and a fog machine was placed on the ceiling, releasing fog throughout the building. At one end was a stage set up for poetry readings, etc, which was actually what was going on now.
Ordering a drink, he took it to a table in the back, and opened his book. Sifting through the ever changing text on the pages, he looked. And Looked. And looked. He didn't even know what for. He just knew to look. The ever changing text held secrets that one couldn't imagine. It showed the locations to the necronomicon. It showed spells that could help the world flourish.
It held the secrets to life. Once a month, during the full moon, Demon merely had to turn to page Seven, and read the recipe that was written on the page. The recipe was for the philosophers stone.
The same night, on page 14, it gave the secrets on how to turn coal into diamonds, and lead into gold. It helped him live leisurely, forever.
Certain potions inside of it let him become faster. Certain pages told him how to create homunculi. And certain pages told him how to destroy the world. He never looked there though. The only thing he needed right now was the blank page. The blank page was a page that he could rip out and would reform. He could then turn the paper into whatever he wanted to. Well.. Whatever he could.
Ripping it out, he turned it into pulp. The voice of the poet rang out as he continued his experiment. Turning the pulp into a new type of fruit, he carved a few sigils into it. Taking a deep breath, he dropped it in the drink, never sipping it once. Standing up, he backed out of the building before punching a hole in the window. The poet stopped reading, and everyone turned to look at him. Smiling, he waved a farewell, before muttering Ignus. Stepping back...
...The building exploded.
