Name: Daimon
Race: Death Elemental
Age: 783(Looks seventeen)
Height: 5' 2”
Weight: 119lbs
Hair: Dark red, shoulder length, jagged at the bottom, bangs the same length as the rest, and messy, no real part.
Eyes: Green with flecks of gold and silver
Skin: Stark white
Build: Kinda scrawny but not sickly looking. Very flexible.
Extra: Black tattoo around the outside of the left eye. It's in a half circle running around from the top of the brow, past the corner of the eye, down to the cheekbone. There are small runes running along the edges of what looks like a series of Celtic symbols.
The tat looking nothing like this, but the placement is sorta accurate
Clothes: Ankle to wrist skin tight black spandex like material with a very finely made but ragged looking cape attached at the shoulder. The cape is too long and a couple feet of it settle on the ground when he's standing. Solid black cowl, and a vest like configuration of embroidered runic symbols on the chest and back. The runes also run down the outsides of the legs and the backs of the arms across the elbow, and encircle both wrists and ankles. No gloves or shoes, and he keeps the cowl down unless he's hiding.
Accessories: None.
Powers/Skills(If Applicable): Can pull up various weapons out of thin air, can hide and travel in shadows, and can kill with a touch should he choose to. He can fly to a small degree using his own energy. He is highly proficient in all his weapons.
General Personality: Daimon has a very 'don't give a crap' attitude most of the time, however somethings set him off like a deadly gas. He never yells nor even raises his voice outside of an all out battle, but his scheming mind once activated is very hard to stop until it sees it's schemes fulfilled. In battle he seems a little wild and more than a little crazy, a wide grin and maniacal laugh always at the ready. He has a soft spot no one has ever seen before because he hides it so well, but for the most part he only seems to 'come alive' either in battle, or when wronged.
Background: As a child Daimon was very depressed about what he was. When he would travel to the inter elemental mixers with his parents he noticed that for the most part all the other races avoided them. All but the Nothing race, who seem to also not be very popular with the other races, but this seemed more by choice than anything else. His mother was always busy with one thing or another, and by their very nature Death children aren't very social creatures so he never had anyone to spend time with other than his father. However his father's idea of bonding was to teach him how to use his powers, to train him in skills at the time he had very little interest in. But even if he had little interest, he gave his all for it was the only way for him to avoid being utterly alone. Unfortunately on his first trip to the mortal realm his father got in a fight with a Fire elemental and after an intense battle he watched as his father was completely consumed by the flame. Something inside him broke that day and he entered the training program for elite fighters, becoming the best in the school in forty short years. After that he spent most of his time either alone, or picking fights with any elemental that will have him. He's never lost a fight, and often times would make his foes suffer before finally giving them a literal kiss of death.
