"Every book tells a story... But some stories can haunt your life forever!"
Age-- 29 but originally his demon years is around 600
Real Name-- Zindroth
Eye Color-- Dark brown, but normally orange
Personality-- Loyal towards others, Chris can be very calm, silent, kind and quite the charmer. But most likely he's a very mysterious indevidual, with an aggersive and dark side to him which he keeps hidden inside.
Occupation-- Once a gaurdian of Silver Lake Cemetery and mischeivious soul collector. Chris started to get into a human life/job being a police officer.
Skills/Ability's-- Detect undead souls, night vision, swordmastery, marksmanship, unarmed combat, as well as being a escape artist. Super Streagth, agility, hightened senses, and duribility. Excellent hunter and tracker in both human/Hellhound form. Shadow/Fire manupilation, parkour, Illusion caster, and teleportaion.
Vehicel-- Toyota MR2= https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e7/1994_MkII_MR2_nbvolks.jpg
Weapons-- Handgun, long Scythe, teeth and claws.
Likes-- Quite places, darkness, and loves to go for late night walks. Hunting, warm fresh blood, his job. Horror movies, fast cars, woman, animal lover.
Dislikes-- Assholes, people who get in his way or try to provoke him. Being in a cage, vampires, other undead creaters. Obnixious people, and hospitals/Labs.
Lovers-- None unable to fall for a woman. Without trying to eat their flesh like an undead zombie.
May look like a normal black dog, but once you come across it more then once. It will change into a deadly gruesome monster.
- Unable to drain blood for five day's will, make the host grow weak.
- Holy objects, holy water, will burn.
- Gold will prevent the host to shift into demon form
- Mirror's and glass cast the hosts true form, even it's shadow.
- Using to much Dark magic, and illusions. Will make the caster get very weak and disorianted.
- Can only enter someone's home if their invited by the owner. If it is a church, the demon must proceed with caution.
Faceclaim-- Joseph Oda From Evil Within--And some cosplay pics, and drawings. However they are not mine, they belong to their respectful owners.
Things you need to know about RPing with me
I will not always be online, since my life is really hectic. I do have some problems with becoming depressed on here or not feeling the time to RP. However I do not like people who go out and start drama or becoming a complete judging jerk. If my rp isn't that great then oh well nobody is perfect, I just haven't rped about a year or so. I'm just here to have fun, and rp nothing more. I can wing my RP's but plotting is one of my downfalls, but I can try writing one.
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(Story is a little stale but I'm trying my best to create one.
Forged into becoming the reaper's soul collector and deadly servant. Zindroth's blazing fire had caused fear upon humans who tread deeper into the forest. Some of them didn't make it out alive, being scorched or becoming drained before their body's were ripped apart. In the 1600's no one had dared to move into the forest and as well going towards the gloomy cemetery of Silver Creek. The demon Zindroth gaurded the tombs, & claimed souls for all eternity. Until a monsterous holy creature of hunters The Reavers had came through The hellhound's territory. Quickly decapitating Zindroth's master (Reaper). Burning with fury with a mixture of pure anger. The hellhound had took human form, taking his master's Scythe (Chaosbane). Before the unholy Reaver could react into dodging the curved blade. The hard cold steel had sliced through it's body cutting it in half. Before long the Reaver monster came down with a thud. Blinded by the holy light of the hunter's assassin. The hellhound Zindroth started to go back to his duty, still holding the scythe in his posession.
When blood turns into true terror, in 1997 Zindroth started to leave the old ruins of Silver Creek Cemetery. And head into the human world able to learn more about their survival. Even making new friends/police at a coffee shop in Manhatten, Zindroth decided to lay low with his lust for blood in the daytime. He started to claim a weak mortal name Chris Blake, and went to move onto becoming a police officer. When taking in the badge after graduating the police academy, Chris's hellhound instincts had kicked in. Catching at night the lone idoit criminals, while they had their back's turned. He easily killed them to collect souls or just tear through their jugglar. Savoring the flow of red blood, between his sharp jaggared teeth. Chris has also caused so much terror into human's quickly dispatching them while in the shadows. No one had seen who killed all of the people in the forest or streets of NY. Still living unnoticed by humans in the night, even his friends at the precinct.