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General Information:
Name: Ean Sableheart
Nickname: Hero Eater (former/still used)
Age: 22
Date of birth: Febuary 2nd
Species: Human (At least that's what he claims to be. Everyone else seems to believe him the spawn of satan)
Species Ability/Perk: N/A
Special/Unique Characteristics:
-Burn scar covering his left shoulder and the surrounding bicep, back and pectoral.
-Fangs: All of his teeth are razor sharp. Delve into his history as to why he bears traits similar to demons.
Character Depth:
Personality: Ean's personality is that of a deviant. Even more specifically he's more like a whimsical sadist. Whenever he fancies something he can't help but play with it just to see what happens. During most of the day, Ean's usually a very casual, quiet fellow, frequently taking naps in the middle of the day and lazing around, making him easily forgettable if you aren’t looking for him, or you won’t register him as a threat.
Ean’s the kind of guy who acts based on personal interest rather than right or wrong or some sense of determination. He has no goals or real desires other than to be amused. Morals are boring and doing as you like is more fun, and in an argument it is more ‘moral’ then a devil pretending to be a saint. This can make him a polar opposite of a lot of his guild members because, if he finds them boring, he won't lift a finger for them. The concept of friends and enemies is a little foreign to him, or his version is different from what one could call traditional. He sees things as people he likes/those that amuse him (friends) and those that bother/annoy/get in the way of his fun (enemies). Most people don't seem to recognize these vulgar character traits of his until they've either completely delighted him or completely disgusted him. This means most people see him as a lazy guy who’s occasionally nice. He doesn’t seem evil but on the contrary his very existence can be seen as sinful and deplorable. He is selfish and only caring about himself at the end of the day and he owns that fact.
By all accounts if one was looking for positive traits about him, you'd be hard pressed to find them. They are there though; you just have to read between the lines and look through the black sludge soul of his to see some any sort of light in there. It's not like he bothers others he doesn't step on those who are unfortunate and finds it more entertaining to lift them up, making him seem more saintly then he is when again, it’s for his own personal amusement. That being said he's still not the kind of guy who’s going to help others just because it’s the 'right thing to do'. He is also very calculating and calm, being difficult to truly anger, granted once you start that fire, you aren't putting it out. Overall most positive qualities about him will be made mute by his plethora of negative traits.
In contrast, if one were to bother those that are his 'friends', aka those that are currently amusing him, is a good way to get him volatile and violent; aside from getting in his way and actively antagonizing him. This can make him seem quite hypocritical for helping others for what may seemingly be only because he cares about them but if you take into account that most people who qualify under 'friend' are simply those he is entertained by makes him seem less then heroic. Your just getting in the way of his fun and nobody likes a party pooper. MURDER THE PARTY POOPER!
Take these situations out, he can be a wild set of emotions while in the heat of battle. If your weak he gets bored and may just walk over you or by pass you or he might torture you just for boring him. If your strong he'll more then likely be elated and taunt you while laughing during the fight. That ball of deranged mess that we call a person and a human being really comes out in combat and he prefers one on one combat, tending to ignore what allies may be doing, resulting in him paving through all parties involved.
Likes:
-Boobs: they are amusing to play with and utilize.
-Chaos: When things are crazy there's always something amusing going on. sometimes you gotta make your own entertainment though.
-Politics: Politics is the playing with other peoples lives. It is always so amusing to see what people do when you add a little fuel to the fire. It's also never orderly and a place of pure evil so Ean feels right at home in the political world.
-Fighting: Just like Chaos and Politics. It's always fun. Amusing to fight.
-Games: they are designed to amuse and entertain. This is self explanatory with Ean's goals and overall personality.
Dislikes:
-Alcohol: If your not going to do something stupid sentient why do anything stupid at all you boring Paper doll!
-Preachers: People who talk without acting are boring. People who try to tell people(namely Ean) how he should act are annoying. Maybe he should just slaughter them all? Dead people are much quieter.
-Justice: It's just a personal ideology used to justify a criminal act. OWN YOUR ACTIONS! Those who spew the word justice out of their mouths are nothing more then those who wish to justify killing those they don't agree with or who wronged them. People shout the word like its something glorious and for the greater good when its only for selfish reasons.
-Status Quo Ante: To revert back to a previous state is boring. Even if it seems the previous state was better regression is terribly boring.
Fears:
-Apocalypse: If humanity destroys itself there will be no one to mess with. IT'LL BE SO BORING! AND THERE WON'T BE ANY TIME TO NAP ALL DAY! D:
-Necromancers: Due to his childhood involving being raised by multiple necromancers and later realizing most of them are kind of batshit crazy, yeah they are to be avoided or destroyed on sight depending on who your dealing with, preferably the latter.
-Religious Figures: Yeah again, his background makes them rather disdainful of his existence. Not so much a fear but a discomfort and wariness of their presence. It's always problematic when they're around. Killing them is usually a simple enough task in the worst case scenario.
Motivations/Goals: (3 minimum)
-Amusement: His own personal amusement is the only thing that truly motivates him. He has no set goal or desire and only wishes to be amused by those around him.
-Sustenance: Meeting the basic needs of life. Food, water, shelter, and naps. An occasional conversation to avoid getting bored.
-Rare Artifacts/ancient ruins/archeology: For some reason unknown to anyone but himself. He is always involved when something of the mythological or the ancient is involved. Is he searching for something in particular?
Appearance:
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Skin Tone: Pale
Height: 5'7
Weight: 110 lbs.
Overall Appearances: Ean looks as arrogant as he may seem, with an aura brimming with confidence. A sinister sneer or smirk is always across his face showing how confident he is in his own abilities. His attire from the bottom up consists of black buckle boots, a pair of loose blue pants, and a white short sleeve shirt. Over his shirt he typically wears a black long coat laced in white fur. His attitude shows in his demeanor and his hands are frequently seen in his pockets and he will slouch if its not a formal occasion. Even if its a formal occasion he has a casual sense of not caring about what's going on. If he's asserting himself however he's upright and his obnoxious punk look can seem like a look that demands authority.
Other:
Rank: D-rank
Guild: Sabertooth {Formerly Animus Sin}
Guild Tattoo Upper left part of his back right below the shoulder. Purple.
Rp sample: Ean roamed the battlefield with his hands in his pockets. Piles of corpses, comrade and enemy alike lay splattered in various different positions alongside their weapons. They were the weak. They were boring. It was only natural not to worry about them and step over them. The dead were dead, as they should be Ean said as the momentary silence let Ean’s mind wander to the corrupted teachings of his father. The necromantic psychopath and his apocalyptic message still rang in Ean’s head whenever he was left alone with dead bodies. It’s why he preferred not killing anyone, or if he had to, to destroy everything entirely.
It wasn’t really silent. Flames burned, steel clashed, and warriors who still weren’t dead shouted; however the area Sableheart was in had nothing going on, aside from Ean listening in. Why was this? Well anyone who was here was dead. He had killed them, most of them at least. Enemy or Comrade, it didn’t matter to much to him. He barely registered any of his allies as actual allies and if they got in the he plowed through them like he was a knife in butter. Was he a traitor for such an act? He had never made the oaths they had taken and had made it very clear he didn’t care whether they took over the world or anything. What was he after? What did he want? Was he just bored with nothing better to do then kill everything he saw? Most certainly not. Ean wanted something, but he didn’t know exactly what that what was. Everything was a complete mystery to him. Just as everything about him was a complete mystery to everybody. His very existence was that of a mystery. Perhaps that’s what made him so interesting.
Ean heard some shouting close in on him from behind as he stopped and turned around with a bored expression on his face. Five armed men charged at him with a warriors roar. Three were mostly the same height, about five foot eleven inches to six foot one inch. The other two were more Sableheart’s size at about five foot six inches. More or less it was just an estimation in the end and one that would prove pointless. They were all nothing more than foot soldiers. Ants charging at a Lion and not enough to even be a nuisance. Ean sighed. “Boring,” he muttered under his breath as they reached him, their preparatory movements indicating how they were going to swing their blades. They didn’t even get a chance to swing their swords, as black blades sprung out of the ground Ean stood upon as if they were bursts of water springing from a geyser or a tidal wave in their direction, impaling and ripping their lives away along with their flesh. Blood spattered everywhere as one coughed up blood onto Ean’s coat before having the last of his life snuffed out. Ean spat with irritation. “Damn it, ruined my favorite coat.” Nonetheless they were nothing more than more dead fathers, more widowed mothers, more orphaned children; well that’s war for you.
Ean let out another sigh as he started walking the direction in which the soldiers came. Was there any reason for him being here? Maybe it would just be better to leave and go take a nap. That was what Ean thought. There was no point to being here. Was there any point to being in this guild? It was Pointless, meaningless, whatever synonym you picked it was all the same regardless of your eloquence. Ean was tired of not getting any closer to what he wanted. He still didn’t even know what exactly it was he wanted. What he had to do to make sure that an abominable legacy would never attain the fruits of labor. Perhaps he was that legacy. However he didn’t feel like dying. Dead people can’t do anything but rot away and feed the worms.
Ean walked across the clearing and gazed at the burning blaze before him. Something was coming in the horizon. There was a flag and a wave of people coming across the horizon of what was almost essentially corpses. The white flag bearing a gold insignia flashed a moment of brilliance as the wave of warriors, no, the wave of mages started to come into view. It seems the guilds have finally decided to get involved, Ean thought as a smirk finally grew across his face. Finally something a little interesting, Sableheart thought. The kiddy gloves were coming off so they had better be at least a little amusing.
Ean’s purple magical aura intensified and shook around him before shooting into the sky in a sort of pillar of webbing shape. “COME ON NOW FALSE PREDATORS” Ean shouted threw sadistic smile and bared fangs. “I AM THE ONE YOU GLORIFIED KITTENS CALL THE HERO EATER! I AM EAN SABLEHEART OF ANIMUS SIN! NOW WHO’S READY TO DIE!?” Ean shouted before propelling himself from his perch with great force only for a destructive pillar of black steel to erupt from beneath the mass of sabertooth mages. Thus was the end. Thus was the beginning. Announcing his presence from above only for his attack to come from below and reappear above from the top of the black pillar about fifty feet above the ground to look down at the bewildered flies. “Metal devils rose,” Ean muttered as multiple blades thrust themselves from the pillar, injuring the weak and leaving only the strong to fend for themselves in the surprise counter attack. Weaklings weren’t amusing, only the strong were worth taking on. If the strong were destroyed the weak would scatter anyways. Thus what remained was few. The glaring eyes of the remaining sabertooth members firmly on him as he descended to the ground with a smirk on his face. Finally, some entertainment.
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