Dez's bio and character dump

[Dezuel]

Past…. unforgivable past.-.

"Galbrek... Galbrek? What art thou doing? We shalt have to go now." The familiar face of his sister Galliere greeted him, her long blonde hair swaying in the wind.

"Going? Where are we going sister? This place is..." He looked around and saw small wooden houses out on a grassy field, it was summer with the sun shining bright. The clouds were large and plenty along the blue sky, a couple of butterflies flew past and the flowers on the field rocked gently as the wind passed through.

"Hast my dear brother forgotten? It is our birthday today, we've ought to be swift lest he shalt start extinguish all the candles without us!" Galliere gave an amused smile before darting off, she always were physically more impressive. So swift and strong.

Compared to her, he felt inferior. His powers were pitiful and lacking finesse, they were weak and not refined the slightest.

Finally they've made their way to the meeting place, where eight people awaited their arrival, all those gathered were of similar age. In the middle of the gathering, before the cake stood he.

The one he had been unable to forget, but also tried to forget about. But like a haunting ghost followed him everywhere he went, every time he looked at other people, every time he looked into a mirror or the faces of his family. A face who looked very similar to his own, it belonged to the last of the trio. The demon triplets.

His brother. His beloved brother. Galduric. He stood there with his usual cheeky grin, with a slightly too big blue suit and tie, looking as much classy as laid back. His hair slicked backward, reaching down just below his shoulders, with a stripe falling down over his eyes every now and then.

"Hey! Galliere! Galbrek! Did you two snooze off among the sheep or something? We've got guests to look after you know! Oh and any clue when Jilan and his girlfriend will show up? You know these candles won't be lit forever!"

"Uhm.. yes brother, sorry about that. It was Adam's fault. For not being here, I left him at home." Galbrek reassured his brother.

It was then the car arrived which dropped off the last two younglings which soon joined the rest in a gathering.

The red haired half-demon stood up on a chair. "First of all, I would like to thank all of you for coming to our birthday party! Me, my borther and my sister will turn fourteen years today and in a couple of years we shall all be joining the prestigious St.Laurel's school together. Let's have alot of fun up until then! Cheers!"

Galduric raised his glass of sweet soda in a plastic goblet and took a sip. Galbrek and Galliere also raised their own plastic goblets alongside the other young people gathered.

Then the cheery atmosphere was broken by the girl who had arrived recently with the boy Jilan. She walked forwards and pointed her hand shakingly towards the three half-demons. Pointing at them with her fingers.

"No! Don't drink anything! They are not who they say they are!" She began to yell out. The younglings looked at each other, then the girl then to the three half-demons.

"Ehh? Watcha on about? What's wrong with her Jilan?" A boy spoke up whilst another pair began to whisper.

"She might have seen something... she sees things, that's her power you know." A couple of the younglings nodded to each other.

Galduric looked abit troubled and raised both his hands. "Woah! What's the matter?"

"Watch out! He is trying to harm us! He has demon blood in him! I can tell! Ask Jilan! Ask anyone!" The girl began to panic as she tried to convince the other younglings that she was right.

Another girl began to speak up from the crowd. "My dad died to a demon! They are evil all of them!" She was quickly followed by a boy saying out loud. "Where's the proof?! Galduric is our friend! They are our friends, they couldn't be..."

He was soon overpowered by a louder boy who stood abit taller than the rest. "Where's the proof they are not demons? Jilan's girlfriend wouldn't just make things up! Hey! Are you demons?"

The three half-demons stood still and Galliere seemed to want to step forth to say something when their blue clad brother instead did.

"We are half-demons, we are half-humans. Our mother was a demon but our father was a-" The young boy's words were quickly overpowered by an outbreak of yelling and screaming, with their former friends pointing at them and screaming things they never thought they would have heard.

"Monsters!"

"You should all go and die!"

"Evil ones!"

"You don't belong here!"

The tallest and oldest of the boys stepped forwards. "My dad says a good demon is a dead demon, he also said it's okay to kill them because they are not like us and evil..."

Several of the younglings in the gathering began to nod and throw their plastic goblets towards the three half-demons.

"Get lost you freaks! You lied to us!" A girl screamed out and threw a present package she had done straight at Galduric, the boy stumbled over the chair and began to crawl on the ground before standing up.

"We never lied to you- we never thought-" His replies were silenced by the other younglings yelling and throwing of all they could find.

Galduric threw a glance back to his siblings. "Run!" Whereof they all did.

They ran and ran through the fields and up to a forested area where there were several steep sloopes. The other teens gave chase however, urged into action by the older and more temperamental ones. Many of them had magical powers which they shot after the trio as they dashed through the covers of the trees.

"Over here! After them! Don't let them get away!" A boy yelled as he threw magical blasts recklessly through the usually calm forested area.

Galduric and Galliere slid down a slope and pressed themselves against it with their backs. Being as quiet as they could, whilst Galbrek had to take another route due to a large tree and ended up further away, still within visible distance and he slid down another slope.

He peeked to the side and saw his two siblings motioning to him to stay there, but that's when he could hear a distance away from him. "Hey! I think I saw that Galbrek asshole go this way..." A boy said as he walked closer to the slope Galbrek was hiding by, his siblings could see this from where they were hiding. Galduric pressed Galliere around the slope out of view.

Lowering his voice he said. "Stay here. A knight doesn't charge in because he wants to, but because he has to. I love you sister."

Galduric grabbed hold of the slope and discreetly slid up, making his way behind a few bushes before yelling. "Over here! I am the one you are looking for!" He yelled, this caused the entire search party to stop what they were doing and started to chase after him out through the forest.

Around the same time, that's when the rain began to fall. A slight rumbling of the sky above and the clouds gathering up as a dark omen. Galbrek slowly began to move towards where his sister were and found her behind some thick roots at the underside of a tree which had crashed down the slope some time the former summer.

"Sister... they are gone... we should hurry up and get out of here..." Galbrek panted heavily but was trying to keep as quiet as possible. They did however wait to catch their breaths and peeked about very cautiously, they didn't know if anyone was still remaining.

"We hast to find our brother!" She replied in a hushed yet swift tone of voice, her attire all muddied up and waterdrops starting to fall on her face and clothes.

The pair of half-demons made it out of the forested area and looked at the fields, but what they saw now was the small houses who had been paid for by their mother were now fully ablaze.

"They fucking put our summer camp home on fire! Those bastards!" Galbrek yelled, without thinking before running out and making his way towards it. Followed by his more cautious sister.

"Careful brother..." She murmured along the way.

The half-demon pair dashed down to to where the birthday party was supposed to have been. It had been trashed. The cake ruined. The chairs broken. The buildings on fire. No sight of the former friends which had done this to them.

But there was something left in the middle of the circular garden in which the tables and chairs had been placed. A makeshift cross made by a wooden pillar for a terass, and nailed on it was a board.

It was lit ablaze, and on that cross was also a body. By the ground next to the burning cross a shoe and a small wrapped package, the shoe they recognized to belong to their dear brother.

Galbrek fell to his knees before the burning wooden cross with the body burning on it. "B-brother..? This can't be...happening...there's just no way!" His eyes widening and his hands grasping the now muddy ground deeply, tears trailing down his face.

"Oh.. Galduric..." Galliere's eyes became watery and she held her mouth to not throw up, her remaining hand reaching out as if trying to decipher if it was all a horrible dream.

The half-demon boy looked up with mud on his face, with his eyebrows twitching, his eyes narrowing. "Why?! Why did he have to die?! Raaaarghhh! Damn them! Damn all of them! Damn all humans to the heavens!"

Galliere tried to place a hand on Galbrek's shoulder. "Brother.. I... It's not because they are humans, evil... grows in many places. I will... see justice done... for certain." She had her hand slapped away quickly by Galbrek.

"Grrr.. I shall make them pay dearly for what they did to him! I shall avenge him by wiping them all out! Every last one of their disgusting kind!" He rose up finally after the burning had seized from the rain, he untied the remains of his brother and laid it down on the ground.

"Crap... It's because of them... if it wasn't for them you would still be..."

"Galbrek! He's gone! He never wanted us to fight against the humans! He wanted us to live in peace!" Galliere yelled with tears in her eyes.

"And look what that got him! Look what they did to him! I will NOT co-exist with them no more. I will bring fire to this world! Join me sister! Together we can work to exterminate all of them!"

"Nay! I shalt not be part of anything that would defile the memory of our dear brother! What thou art planning to do is wrong! That's not justice! That's murder!"

"So be it! If that will make us being able to live in peace, I shall murder all of them...." He took hold of the charred remains of his brother and began walking on unsteady feet.

"Galbrek! Galbrek!" His sister yelled after him as they both left the area on weary feet, saddened and vengeful but with clear visions ahead of what they had to do.

[Dezuel]

R.A.V

"Are you sure about this? Fighting them with these weapons?"

"They are not humans. They are monsters."

"Aren't we creating the same here?"

"No. These do not possess the superhuman powers. This is science and human achievements, through gene manipulation and correction."

"So.. was Faerzen- I mean subject nine a success?"

"No. The results came back negative, the strain on the body and the brain turned that one into a bloody mess."

"But that means we'll have to create more of them?"

"Yes, unless..."

"Unless?"

"Rozenfeldt."

"Are you insane?! We cannot let that thing pilot it! Rozenfeldt is too unstable, it will be beyond our reach if that one is doing the piloting. Remember what happened last time?"

"I know that! But we are running out of funds and our sponsors want some results right now. If this keeps up we'll have to start applying for work elsewhere or go pick up dinner from trash bins."

"I hear you... I still don't like the idea of letting that thing pilot it."

"Rozenfeldt has been the only one of them able to survive an entire simulation and past it. We'll just have to make sure we can control what happens."

The scientists conversation was swiftly cut short by a alarm going off.

"Problems!" A man came running into the room the two scientists stood discussing, sweat dripping down his face. "We are under attack! Enemy is unknown! Possibly government agents. Multiple hostiles spotted by main entrance."

"Get the blast doors closed! Activate all the sentries not yet activated! Deploy the mobile drones now!" He screamed into a nearby microphone connected throughout the laboratory.

"Oh.. we are not going to make it. I knew I should have stayed at home."

"Pull yourself together! We are going to blow up the damn facility and make for our escape, our sponsors will understand the worth of secrecy. That way we can get new funding for more test subjects, and without any proof of what we've done here we cannot be sued."

A security guard came running into the room now aswell with a gun drawn. "Sir! Rozenfeldt has escaped from the containment cell block!"

"What?! Capture him at all costs! And get the prototype out of here now!" The guard nodded and ran out a door.

A walkie talkie at the security chief's belt beeped with incoming transmission. "Chief! Come in chief!" followed by some static sounds.

"Report!" The security guard yelled into the walkie talkie with a voice of authority.

"It's Rozenfeldt! Tzzzzzt... in.... the hangar....we cannot..." Alot of screaming in the background made the incoming transmission hard to hear, followed by gunfire from large machineguns and grenade shells. "...tzzz We need reinforcement- GAAAAH!" The signal ended as the security chief looked up at the three scientists present.

"Pack up all you can and take the hidden exit tunnel out, there will be an armored transport there! Hurry up people we are pulling out now!"

The walkie talkie at the belt of the chief began to signal something again which stopped the men in their tracks.

"Hn hn... I remember you told us that we should hate the supernaturals because they act all high and mighty with their accursed power... how is that any different from how you have treated us? It's not... "

The security chief and those present in the room heard the walkie talkie on the other end being dropped before cutting out. The chief yelled quickly to the scientists. "Get down now!" He had just managed to finish his order as a beam of pure energy sliced it's way through the entire complex, slicing it up from the side as one would simply slice a piece of bread. The men threw themselves to the ground, feeling the immense heat of the beam just a little bit above them slicing through the walls as if they were made of paper. Cutting out the electricity and lights in a single go, explosions could be heard throughout the entire complex. The main generator exploding, the computer systems in control of the drones and sentries getting shredded into bits.

The once thick and massive hangar main door crashed down to the ravine below as the mechanical suit propelled itself forwards, like a reaper of the dead, a creation of nightmares. Flames surrounding it's pilot looked out through the large hole the hangar door had been.

The black and grey mechanical suit began to lift from the ground, by means of two large jet thrusters on it's back. Making it appear like a demon or a fallen angel. The pilot, a blonde with shoulderlong hair with bangs hanging out slightly over the black visor with a red line across it.

"Fight or flight, why not both. Rozenfeldt... Rhean Armanent Variable, Taking off!" The pilot gave a pleased grin before taking flight at high speed to whom knows where. Leaving the blazing inferno behind. Knocking some equipment over by the raw force of the thrusters.

[Dezuel]

Name: Nidgardt (True name unknown)



Age: 18

Grade: 3rd year student.

Biography:

Nidgardt was born from the union of a dragon and a demoness, his father sought powerful offspring and thus experimented with a co-worker.

Despite his nature, Nidgardt is not ashamed of his heritage, nor does he flaunt or act with a high and mighty attitude because of it. He accepted early on what he was, but decided to not let his half-breed status stop him from having a life normal to that of humans and others. His father had much expectations of him however, his mother was never in the picture or offered him anything. She was to Nidgardt 'just the woman who gave birth to me'. He was trained from an early age to make use of his strange racial powers, some whom not even his father could have predicted would fall into his hands.

Whilst he would never be able to turn into a true dragon like his father, he possessed draconic wings, claws and a single horn at the right side of his head, whereof the horn had been due to his draconic or demonic side is unknown.

Nidgardt's skin is naturally resistant to many forms of injuries, mainly slashing kinds. His bloodline also gives him resistance towards fire and demonic energy, but at the same time weakness towards holy magic and magic specialized for fighting with dragons. He also is more vulnerable to piercing attacks than any other. While he may not suffer the full effects a pureblood would, it is still enough to be felt would he be hit by either.

Amongst the abilites that was granted to him early on due to his nature, such as winged flight, immense strength and durability, the ability to use flame breath, he also were granted a number of demonic powers at his disposal which he has inherited from his mother. His skills with them has made him a very variable combatant, even if his main strength lies in fighting opponents up close using his oversized demonic left arm or his demonic sword in his right hand.

When spoken to he is generally quite laid back and not very judgemental on first glance, he has come to understand people need time to accept oneanother, same goes for respect to which he thinks is important. Thus if engaged or challenged, he will gladly oblige and fight. Would he win or lose, he still think that it would have had it's purpose of gaining mutual respect for oneanother.

In the school, Nidgardt is working hard to gather a strong team in order to take on the Rhean schools in privately funded tournaments. At such he is interested in both bettering himself, but also his companions. He believes that teamwork is the key to everything, since he is a halfbreed he believes that mixing tactics and people in one same group is a good idea to achieve a variety of skills and ideas. He may upon first glance look quite intimidating, due to his oversized arm and claw, aswell as those large draconic wings on his back. Not to mention his attire, with him wearing a black visor almost all the time.

Powers:

Core: Aspects of the demondragon:

The best of two worlds, Nidgardt has been granted many gifts from his mixed heritage. Such as draconic wings usable for flight or attacking with, an oversized clawed left arm, a oddly shaped horn upon his head and the ability to spew fire in a cone shape. He is also resistant to physical damage, fire, demonic powers, mental control and has immense physical strength.

But all these gifts also come with it's flaws, his dualblooded nature means he has a weakness to holy magic and weapons, aswell as anything regarding causing harm to dragons do affect him aswell. Not to the full degree it would to a pureblood, but good enough to cause alot of damage. His body is also weak towards physical piercing attacks, as they pierce the near invisible to the eye scales which decorate his body.

1: Energy absorption: Nidgardt may create a small shield of dark energy to absorb magical attacks, such as projectiles, beams and anything which comes into contact with his hands/claws. Holy magic bypasses this, and so does physical projectiles, physical weapons and matter which are non-magical in nature or from a non-energy source.

2: Balor blade: This is a magical dark-purple blade which manifests in his right hand, it assumes solid form and may be used as a viable melee weapon for stabbing and slicing attacks, it can also hurl wave-like projectiles towards opponents, in both vertical and horizontal manners. He uses this as one of his main weapons and usually in conjunction with his oversized left arm and claw.

3: Demonheart: Nidgardt can attune himself more to his demonic side, creating a massive explosion from himself, sending whomever standing near him back in a violent fashion. Unless ofcourse they are too heavy, or if warded by some form of shield or barrier and capable of keeping their footing. The knockback effect is however not the main part of this power, it is that it empowers his strength and overall energy output, making his balor blade bigger, aswell as the projectiles used by it. His energy absorbtion also instead envelops him in a bubble, but he needs to lower it before being able to use his own magic.

Relationships:

To be added.