Name: Tsurani
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Rank: Justicar
Species: Nocte Creatura
Abilities: Bestia Retorcida (transformation)
Race Group/ Rank: Lesser Demon Justicar
Short Description: A being whose appearance is that of a mortal man but with dark red skin and almost always near naked.
Appearance: A foot tall humanod looking male. His eyes are a startling yellow that appear very cat like. His body is chiselled and well toned though his muscles appear to pulse beneath the skin giving it another worldy feel. His nails are sharpened to points and are as hard as steel, whilst from his hands a sharpened bone like substance emerges to a point. He wears a simple loincloth around his waist that is dirty and tattered.
Personality: A vain and very discriminating individual he hates all those he considers lesser beings and only puts up with them for his mistress. He takes pleasure in inflicting pain on others and refuses to admit any being can best him. If his comrades are too weak to protect themself then they deserve to die. He is barely civil to those considered his betters and will do as despite his mutterings.
History: Tsurani the name he was given on creation by one whom he only referred to as master. His early life he was small the size of a human child even though of much wider girth and bestial bone protrusions all over his body. His mind was caged by his masters will so he followed and obeyed.
One day came where his master 'gifted' the demon Tsurani to another. This being was a Vampyre who had little use for the demon and left him to his own musings for dayd and weeks on end. In this time Tsurani learned he could mold his body slowly to a form more appropriate and powerful build. Slowly his body changed into a taller more muscular humanoid male, his master on his returning remarked on this growth in passing but seemed to think nothing of it. Eventually Tsurani had reached a height equal to that of his master his bodies muscle rippled underneath his demonic flesh.
Time passed and his master grew more wearisome of the demon as its cunning began to grow as it no longer needed precise instructions and would sometimes reach a bothersome conclusion. Whereby a collection of specific materials resulted in the death of 3 travellers. The demon had torn them to shred and taken the cloth from their corpses. He decided to lock Tsurani away in a cage unsure of what he was to do with this being.
Months past and Tsurani maybe out of hunger or the need to survived no longer felt compelled to follow his masters will. With surprising strength he tore through the bars which imprisoned him and closed in on his master whom sat shocked and trembled from the sight before him, before he realised what was about to happen it was too late Tsurani had impaled him with his palm bone straight through the neck before ripping his masters head off and feasting. He howled in triumph.
Many more months past and he had discovered other lesser demons who had freed themselves and attended a great meeting before all the races of Nocte Creature. one had attacked the leader demanding to be recognised not as slaves and had met a quick death. Their all the lessers bowed including Tsurani though he let out a silent growl of frustration at bowing to anothers whim.
Years past and Tsurani had proven himself as a powerful force of justice and had risen to tha rank of Justicar dispensing justice as the higher ups called it to all who deserved it. Tsurani didnt care much for those deemed to deserve it or not he just enjoyed the killing and rejoiced after every battle. He was dangerous but effective...
Equipment/Weapons: Steel like nails, Pointed palm bone
Sample post:
Mosko traces his hand along the base of one of the many broken pillars. "So old.... so many memories." he murmured quietly to nobody in particular. Drawing his cloak tighter to himself as an unfavorable wind blew past, his features hidden beneath the confines of his dark cloak.
"Hmmmm" he sighed leaning against this broken pillar and lowering himself to the ground to rest. "I grow tiresome of this place." he mumbled to himself again as his eyes scanned the endless desert watching the wind blow through the dunes whipping up sand it wash a harsh land but one he had called home for centuries.
