Aimovio, Sinner's Bane

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Name: Aimovio

Gender: male

Appearence: Standing seven feet tall, with long limbs, that are wide at the top, but thin out near the bottom, nearly coming to a point. His hands, nay, hands they are not, they are claws, no finger, no nail, just long black bone jutting forth from his hands. His skin is a reddish black color, in the dark it appears deep ebony. The rest of him that is visible is more human (relatively) than his claws and limbs, but, then again, very little of him is visible. A bronze mask covers his face (like the one above, but without the spaces between the tentacles, and in the eyeholes no eyes can be seen, only empty black space, but in battle they glow red). A long, gray duster coat covers the rest of his slender frame, bandages are wrapped around his hands, with ends that trail off behind him as he walks, and his feet are adorned in black boots with pointed heels. His shoulders slant downwards, instead of straight out like a normal human’s, so two leather belts hold his clothes in place. Under his coat lie a catholic priest’s shirt with a white collar, and a pair of dirty, ragged dress pants, extended by being stitched to the bottoms of a pair of jeans (because they were too short) and stuffed into his boots. For all who come near him, there is an instant feeling of dread, and yet curiosity, terror, yet excitement (of many different kinds if you catch my meaning). The rest of his head is concealed by an extensive veil of greasy, cherry-red hair that flows down to his shoulders. His voice is like a whisper, hoarse, and deep. If you can imagine, forming words by scraping a jagged, rusty knife on a stone, then you can imagine his voice.
Personallity: He is very sentimental, this is the sort of clown you’d expect to sweetly sing a ballad, or recite a poem before he tore out your heart, but would laugh cruelly like a demon as he eats it, then save your skull as a loving piece of memorabilia. He always has something to say, and it is almost always biting, cold, and dripping with sarcasm. When he is not on the hunt, he is actually rather business-like.

Likes: Tempting the innocent into sin

Dislikes: People assuming he is unintelligent, simply because he is a murderer, and often behaves like an animal.

Love interest: None

History: The young Ophelia would steal a young girl away each night, and kill her, eating her soul, each night, her madness would grow, and on the night of her final “midnight snack” her body and mind became like that of a demon-goddess, she became a kishin egg embodying lust. From a change such as this, there will always be repercussions. As throwing a pebble in a pond makes ripples, the surge of madness she created caused a spark, which grew into a flame, and this demon this flame was Aimovio. A new, and confused creature was born, and in the rush of new life, and under the bright full , moon, he tore through the forrest near the orphanage Ophelia had just left, broke down the back wall, and he tore open ever staff member, every child, and fed on their still-beating hearts. As the sun rose, he descended into the cellar, and slept like a puppy with a full tummy. Upon hearing the screams, and seeing the wreckage, the priest of the local village came down to investigate the scene. The rain was heavy as he walked into the building in his full uniform. He took off his duster coat and hung it by the door, as he took a look around, seeing the bodies, and the blood. Any good priest would have turned away, and alerted the authorities, but not this man. From his satchel, he produced a bronze horned mask, and placed it on his face. He began drinking the blood of these poor children in an attempt to take their youth through some foul and evil ritual, he was a man of god, but he felt god just wasn’t working fast enough for him. Hearing the rites, and incantations made by the foolish hypocrite priest above, Aimov stirred, and awoke quite annoyed, and very hungry…

Abilities:

Blind rage: A beam of black energy is fired at the enemy, blinding them for the next turn
Claw slash: Rakes at the enemy’s chest three times, basic move, basic damage
Flash step: Becomes invisible for several seconds, and reappears somewhere a short distance away
Roar of terror: He unleashes a mighty roar, causing his weaker enemies to run in terror
Heartstring pluck: Simply put, he tears your heart out, only a finishing move, and can only be used once the enemy is sufficiently weakened
Burning passion: When he is near, all being who are capable of lust feel like the need to act on their desires.

Miscellaneous: Prefers the dark, almost never travels during the day, he walks like a man, but when he runs he gets down on all fours like a beast.

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