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Name
⚫ Neeko Dawnstar.
Age
⚫ Nineteen.
Gender
⚫ Male.
Species
⚫ Demon, (Tier Two).
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⚫ At his behest, Neeko can summon forth his hellish weapon, as much a part of his being as the boy’s essence itself.
⚫ Neeko's sword is yet to develop any notable features. However, being a supernatural weapon, it does treat otherwise immortal foes and ethereal beings as entirely mortal and tangible. With time, his Regalia will grow stronger and develop different passive effects. It has proven to deal devastating damage to planar beings, such as Demons and Angels.
⚫ Similarly, Neeko can coat himself in an armor of ornate, black steel. While wearing this armor, his strength and speed are further enhanced, and his resilience is tremendously increased, even against heavenly forces. However, donning this armor leaves Neeko exhausted and he can only maintain it for ten seconds a day.
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⚫ Despite his scrawny appearance, Neeko’s physical aptitude is on a supernatural level, allowing for otherwise impossible feats of strength and grace fitting such an otherworldly presence.
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⚫ Neeko’s body is incredibly durable due to his nature, a frame of hellish heritage.
Price Of The Sword
🔻 Neeko is physically unable to wield other weapons. He is restricted to using his Regalia, and deviating from this has proven to be impossible. Claws or blade is his only option, and whether it is a supernatural compulsion or a demonic restriction is yet unknown.
Price Of Brimstone
🔻 Adhering to his parentage, powers of a divine and holy nature have proven to be devastating against him.
🔻 He is uncomfortable in the presence of religious symbols tied to Abrahamic religions, and he cannot enter places of worship without being invited.
🔻 Holy water burns his skin, psalms cause him to feel incredible headaches, and spells tied to Demonology affect him, for better or worse. Often worse.
Price of Eternity
🔻 Fallen angels as parents has led to Neeko inheriting their biology, rendering him ageless, which in a world of humans and mortals has brought a sense of melancholy solitude. Additionally, unlike his fallen celestial creators, he cannot alter his shape, rendering him eternally shackled to a spindly vessel one wouldn’t expect to see in the company of heroes, as his physical progression forever halted upon maturity. Many demons lean towards this ability, shifting their bodies into intimidating and horrifying gestalts, a power Neeko evidently lacks.
Juvenile Demon
🔻 Though with time the boy’s strength and resilience will reach the same level as his ancient, ageless kindred, Neeko is still merely nineteen years old. Due to this, his powers are far from fully developed. He can withstand most mundane means of harm, and does wield what one would consider super strength, but powers, magic, and more can significantly harm him, if at a reduced rate.
🔻 Neeko is physically unable to wield other weapons. He is restricted to using his Regalia, and deviating from this has proven to be impossible. Claws or blade is his only option, and whether it is a supernatural compulsion or a demonic restriction is yet unknown.
Price Of Brimstone
🔻 Adhering to his parentage, powers of a divine and holy nature have proven to be devastating against him.
🔻 He is uncomfortable in the presence of religious symbols tied to Abrahamic religions, and he cannot enter places of worship without being invited.
🔻 Holy water burns his skin, psalms cause him to feel incredible headaches, and spells tied to Demonology affect him, for better or worse. Often worse.
Price of Eternity
🔻 Fallen angels as parents has led to Neeko inheriting their biology, rendering him ageless, which in a world of humans and mortals has brought a sense of melancholy solitude. Additionally, unlike his fallen celestial creators, he cannot alter his shape, rendering him eternally shackled to a spindly vessel one wouldn’t expect to see in the company of heroes, as his physical progression forever halted upon maturity. Many demons lean towards this ability, shifting their bodies into intimidating and horrifying gestalts, a power Neeko evidently lacks.
Juvenile Demon
🔻 Though with time the boy’s strength and resilience will reach the same level as his ancient, ageless kindred, Neeko is still merely nineteen years old. Due to this, his powers are far from fully developed. He can withstand most mundane means of harm, and does wield what one would consider super strength, but powers, magic, and more can significantly harm him, if at a reduced rate.
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Reckless Hero
⚫ A knight belongs on the battlefield, with blade in hand and stalwart resolution in full swing. Neeko might not be a formal cavalier, but he certainly embodies the ideals presented when the subject of knighthood reaches the forefront. Always first to charge in, oftentimes without consideration or a plan in the works, he tends to think with his heart more so than his head. Neeko means well, truly, and his actions reveal this in spades, but there are times where carefully laid out tactics triumph over ambition. He has much to learn, and though the boy raises his blade without a second thought, nigh immune to the effects of fear and anxiety, he would do well to take a breath and stock of the situation.
⚫ No matter how often he finds himself beaten down and struggling to take his next step, Neeko does not give up. He is stubborn, almost stupidly so, but few could hope to stifle the inferno burning within this young demon’s heart.
Awkward Chivalry
⚫ They say that it’s the thought that counts, and truly, the thoughts are there. Neeko is anything but suave and charming, unless one finds the innocent ramblings of a battle hardened dreamer charming. He doesn’t weave pretty words written in novels, and he doesn’t know how he would go about sweeping a prince off his feet, but a sharp toothed smile and resolute determination has gotten him this far.
⚫ He is in every regard a modern individual, one who attempts to inject a long since dead notion of ‘chivalry’ into every aspect of his life. Luckily, most people tend to appreciate action more so than whispered, sweet nothings.
Relentless Dreamer
⚫ ‘Hope never fades,’ a powerful statement uttered in earnest, and one Neeko often repeats. ‘Hope continues to live with your every breath. Wield it with your sword, and sharpen it with your spirit.’ It is quite the task to rid Neeko of his warrior’s soul. One might consider him naive, and truly, that isn’t far from the truth. However, it is foolishness to believe that once Neeko has set his mind to something, that he will let go of that dream; that mission.
Adventure Junkie
⚫ Though Neeko is driven by a sense of self-proclaimed duty, it would be a lie to claim that there wasn't another reason behind his constant, ever-lasting pursuit of excitement and heroism; it is fun. Whether it is with sword in hand or claws held high, the rush of battle, the thought of adventure, and the image of supernatural splendor brings to Neeko's face a smile unlike any other. Almost an addiction, everyone has a drive, and rushing headfirst into certain danger is simply in the boy's nature.
Inner Demon
⚫ Indeed, his nature, something one cannot ignore. Beneath all of that knightly splendor resides a demon. Neeko is, at his core, an infernal entity. His addiction to chaos, his constant pursuit of combat, and his nigh obsession with whatever his heart most desires; they are all aspects of a demon's passion. Though he has yet to lose himself in this endless flame, the risk will always be there, and whether it be rage or glee, a demon is a slave to its emotions, and Neeko is no different.
Fighting Style
⚫ Neeko is a superb melee combatant, blending otherworldly strength and finesse into bladed, or clawed movements. Whether with sword or claws, he belongs on the front lines. With each strike blending into the next with a dazzling display of swordplay or demon claws, it is clear that the lad has been subjected to formal training.
🔻 Versatility is a virtue, and Neeko lacks its touch. Unable to participate in ranged combat, and limited to his blade, the boy can be forced into a severe disadvantage. His overall inexperience and reckless behavior also expose him to more experienced fighters.
Neeko’s (self imposed) Code of Honor
⚫ I will be a blade and a shield for those in need.
⚫ I will act, fight, and conduct myself with honor.
⚫️ I will respect my opponent.
⚫️ I will be merciful.
⚫️ I will stay true to myself.
⚫️ I will not skulk about like a thief.
⚫️ I will not become my father.
⚫ Neeko is a superb melee combatant, blending otherworldly strength and finesse into bladed, or clawed movements. Whether with sword or claws, he belongs on the front lines. With each strike blending into the next with a dazzling display of swordplay or demon claws, it is clear that the lad has been subjected to formal training.
🔻 Versatility is a virtue, and Neeko lacks its touch. Unable to participate in ranged combat, and limited to his blade, the boy can be forced into a severe disadvantage. His overall inexperience and reckless behavior also expose him to more experienced fighters.
Neeko’s (self imposed) Code of Honor
⚫ I will be a blade and a shield for those in need.
⚫ I will act, fight, and conduct myself with honor.
⚫️ I will respect my opponent.
⚫️ I will be merciful.
⚫️ I will stay true to myself.
⚫️ I will not skulk about like a thief.
⚫️ I will not become my father.
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Body
⚫ What stands before you is a lithe entity, indeed. Spindly, scrawny, raggedy; whatever one might find best describes the boy who carries himself with a prideful sense of determination. With skin grey as rock, there is an unmistakable glimmer shrouding him when draped in shadow. As if a star in the night, Neeko's demonic flesh glitters and shines, albeit faintly, a gentle expression which makes itself known once sunlight absconds. His slender limbs would proceed to fool an onlooker, not a strand of muscle in sight. It truly attests to his infernal blood, the monochrome lad living up to the supernatural presence of those he calls kin. A voice touched by ethereal echoes trickles past his lips, denoting his hellish heritage with every word, something one might find alluring or disturbing; or both.
⚫ Though he is a humanoid by all respects, Neeko's digits afford a curious display. He appears to lack traditional fingers, but rather extends pointed claws, as if a dragon's talons. Though they prove to be a useful weapon in battle, both fingers and toes, he claims that a modern society with touch screens makes life difficult. Akin to obsidian wrapped in silk, his claws, natural weapons, are smooth to the touch, almost comfortably so. Was one to properly analyze the boy, findings would likely indicate that they are part of his skeleton. Maintaining a monochrome color scheme, Neeko's blood, organs, and bones all resonate with the color of night. Similarly, this extends to his teeth, a row of shark-like razor spikes presenting themselves in perfect white alongside a black mouth and tongue.
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⚫ Standing at five feet and five inches, Neeko claims a status of 'below average' in height, which alongside his already unimposing frame affords little in terms of provokation. Behind him sways that long, slender tail; mimicking his emotional state at every venue. One needs only spare the appendage a single glance to note Neeko's excitement, mellow relaxation, or disappointed sigh. Upon his soft features a smile finds home, one often lingering upon his face, bridging across thin lips. They are dotted by two, unnaturally large, black eyes, which are in turn accentuated by the silken horns peeking through midnight strands. Beneath thick, oftentimes messy black hair, the boy's most iconic demonic mark makes itself known to the world, and two pointed ears complete a somewhat familiar approach to the fiery hells.
Apparel
⚫ Neeko is quite the simple boy, one without grand plans or ambitions beyond a title to cement chivalrous deeds. This is reflected in clothes and body language, both indicating a humble upbringing. From hoodies draped across his spindly shape to casual dress shirts with sleeves rolled towards his elbows, Neeko is oftentimes spotted in a pair of lightly ripped jeans alongside the ever so popular 'converse' branded footwear. He tends towards reds and blacks which he claims suits his own color scheme, or lack thereof.
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Hellbound Escape
⚫ What brings forth the union of fallen angels? Conquest. The very strife born of division and war forges allegiances sometimes unexpected, and other times natural. In the vast stretches of the infinite multiverse, crusades rage, and from them sparks of life are snuffed out, but they also bloom. It is a tale uttered for the young demon, one he recalled from early childhood. The conjoining of mother and father, allies in battle, warriors upon an ever present battlefield. A story of love blossoming amongst chaos soon shifted onto dour shores, however, for love forged in hellfire came to shatter in the creation of life. Such is the nature of Hell, a realm of constant chaos ever shifting, a realm of suffering. A realm of deceit.
⚫ It is said that fallen angels long to return to the heavens, that their banishment to the fiery abyss below has been an eternal punishment by now repaid. In truth, the stories Neeko was afforded oftentimes clashed. However, one might find it understandable, considering the countless years between that angelic fall and Neeko's eventual birth. The one change in an infinite swirl of hellish torment resurrecting memories of a once pristine palace bathed in light. What is it, truly, that causes the most pain? An angel stripped of their wings may, after millennia of repeating the same pointless struggle, turn towards the absolute stasis of their existence. It was upon her realization of pregnancy, the fallen angel Gloria Dawnstar, that a decision found itself made. She required a way out of hell.
⚫ After countless lifetimes of adhering to the nature prescribed to them, the evil they had been branded by, Gloria Dawnstar was met by something she had long ago forgotten was precious; life. It was what grew within her, an unexpected development, yet one that forever changed her path. It was what conjured memories of a past nearly faded, memories of brilliance and blinding wings. Amongst death had bloomed life. Raising a child in hell spoke for itself, adding yet another soul to the endless cycle of darkness and pain, and it was unacceptable to an angel once fallen, with eyes now opened to grace slowly returning.
⚫ Though measures existed for a means out of the brimstone inferno known as Hell, Gloria was forced to rely on one last contract, one last deal; something demons were all too well known for. Gloria was not the only parent involved in Neeko's conception, however. There was another who once claimed the title of Angel, a demon who like his mother was a Knight of Hell. Neeko's father had not shared his wife's epiphany, a man fully embraced by his fall. Thus, Gloria Dawnstar's escape from the fiery abyss proceeded in secret. A deal with a sorcerer, one final agreement written in sanguine wine. A one way trip out of hell in return for a sorcerer's request.
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Angel in Demon's Clothing
⚫ It is rare, if not entirely unheard of for a demon to never have witnessed his ancestral home, but such was the case for Neeko Dawnstar, the boy who reawakened his mother's memories of a blessed existence once embraced by the divines, now draped in a son's love. He knew a humble life, one spent a distance from civilization. A life full of stories, tales, and legends, one of dragons and cavaliers drawn upon parchment and tongue. Legends brought to life with hands gripping a blade, trained beneath a mother's sword.
⚫ "Mom, what's a knight, really?" Was a question often posed, one a previous knight of hell found difficulties answering. The question conjured images of slaughter, warfare, and chaos. Gloria had wielded her blade for every purpose but that of which large, curious eyes of obsidian black innocently peered. It would take a while before she could finally afford her son a proper response, the boy who had wielded his own demonic weapon more than once in practice against his mother, and at the time unbeknownst to him, his savior.
⚫ Practice evolved into training, which in turn proceeded into proper sparring, and eventually, the actions of an aspiring hero. An angel clad in demonic skin, the spawn of a fallen divinity whose eyes once more turned towards the heavens. "A knight is one who illuminates the darkest despair with bravery, and courage," she had her answer.
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Journey to Krakoa
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