Name:
Creed Nazario
 
Age:
Appears to be around 30/ 900 years old
 
Height:
6'0"
 
Species:
Demon hybrid
 
Location:
Rome
 
Occupation:
Hiding
 
Relationship/Interests:
None
 
 
 

Personality:
Creed is a very calm and collected person. He approaches everything in life as a game of chess. This trait of his is what earned him the rank of General in the Warlord Army. It's also what made him the most effective fighter against Elven clans during the Great War.
Even if he's backed into a corner he will keep his composure as he more than likely has a way out, or is planning his way out.
Generally he is kind to everyone even if he doesn't easily trust people. The quickest way to irritate him would be to speak poorly of Mai Ortega, or her family that came before her. He has taken an oath to guarding that woman even if she is more skilled than him.



The Oath:
Ages ago Creed made a promise to someone he considered a mother. Her name was Renee Ortega. He had always done everything he could to keep that woman safe from the day he met her. Then came time for Renee to have a daughter whom she named Mai. Creed had heavy involvement in Mai's childhood, and it gave Renee sometime to herself whenever Creed would watch over the girl.
Then came the day Mai wanted to enlist into the Warlord Army and claim the title of Grandmaster. Renee didn't approve, but Creed gave her his word that Mai wouldn't come to harm.
When the time came for Renee to die she made sure that Creed would keep his word. That no matter what becomes of Mai that he will guard her until he dies. To this day Mai is not aware of this oath.




Appearance:
Creed keeps himself well dressed and well groomed. He prefers being in suits whenever he goes out, but he will be in the occasional jeans and a jacket, or button up shirt. If he is to do any hard labor he will be in a simple tank top and jeans, but that isn't very often.
He stands tall and proud, and he moves with a purpose in his step. Other than these few things he appears to be a regular man in a suit. The only noticeable scarring he has is a circle with a WL burned into the upper right side of his chest. The only way to see this mark is to see him without a shirt. If anyone's hands were to get close to the mark they will begin to hear a faint humming.

Romance:
Creed has only ever been with one woman to whom he had a child with. He doesn't partake in one night stands or any casual flirting. If invited for such activities he will politely decline and attempt to change the subject. If the other individual is persistent then Creed will remove himself from the situation.
As far as having a family again with someone he is unsure. He knows what he must do in life, and he doesn't see himself being a good husband or father in that scenario. He feels his dedication to the safety of Mai Ortega will be the undoing of any romantic relationship.
 
 Equipment & Abilities:
-Warlord Armor-
 
Designed and forged by Chelsea herself. This armor was originally designed for the forest environment. It used to have a green tint to it, but Grandmaster Mai felt some design changes were needed when she took creed to fight in urban environments.
Along with all of the abilities of Warlord armor, Creed's armor has a few extra traits. The armor has been infused with Mai's own blood, and this is the only armor that his it. The purpose is for speed. Creed is a great gunslinger, and an excellent swordsman. She didn't want his talents hindered by speed. Additionally Creed has a self-healing ability, but nothing to the extent of what Mai can do.
Cloaking and teleportation. Both methods to move through the forest as quickly and unnoticed as possible. Obviously he can do this in any environment, making it difficult for opponents to keep an eye on him.
Deflection of enemy attacks. This one came upon Creeds request when he learned the ability. With symbols carved into the arms of his armor Creed will form a green seal in front of him, and it will begin to spin. Any attack directed at this seal will be consumed, passed into the armor while disabling any control the sender may have had, and Creed will send the attack back. This will only work on one attack at a time. He cannot stop two different attacks at the same time. He would have to choose one, or get out of the way.

-.44 Magnum-
A gift from Ashton Ortega when he achieved the rank of General. Placed on each hip is a .44 magnum capable of taking a limb off of any human-sized target. The bullets are crafted with a white diamond material. The gunpowder is imported by demon clans. The guns themselves have been forged out of similar metals that Ashton's guns are made of. Creed can draw these pistols faster than most supernatural beings can approach him.



-Katana-
He once had his own specially crafted sword that was passed through his family, and refined by Ashton, but that sword has been given to Mai Ortega after Creed had disappeared for years. For now he carries a sword gifted to him by Chelsea. Light but strong and crafted by metals used by angles. This is no god killing spear, nor is it his family sword, but he will make do for now.

Threads
1 - Nessie - Pending
2 - Open
3 - Open
 
Threads for Creed are open
 
 
History:
Chapter I
Creed was born human to a simple life. His parents have raised him right, and always taught him to work hard for what he wants. His father had inherited land and began to farm in order to provide for his wife and child. This chapter of Creeds life was normal and peaceful. By the time he enrolled himself into college the Great War had started. Still, he wasn't worried about much. 
Here, he met his soon to be wife, Cassandra.
After they had married, it didn't take them long to have their first child. His daughter Ava was born. It was around the same time that his parents had both passed in an accident. This didn't disturb Creed very much as he understood already that everyone has a set time and day that they will die. No one will escape it.
He took the land, and continued to farm to support his family. His wife happily took to her new lifestyle and continued raising their daughter. He had a happy simple life. He was beginning to consider a second child.
 
Chapter II
The war was raging on. There were several losses at this point for humanity. The news would constantly report another city or state lost. He was worried, and getting ready to leave the farm before the war would catch up with him. Just a few more days, and they would be leaving to go deeper into the mainland.
He never saw a point to the war. He felt as though both sides were acting as children, and now hundreds of thousands of lives have been lost for it. It was a pointless fight that could be settled with one document. He wasn't going to fight in the war though. It wasn't his calling. 
That day as he was outside with Ava. Cassandra was indoors preparing one last meal before they began their move.
It was then that a large shadow passed over Creed and Ava. He looks into the sky with fear as he sees a dragon pass over him, and stop right above his home. He yells for his daughter to run deeper into the forest as he runs to the home for Cassandra. He screamed for her to get out, but as he was running to the door a blast of flames flung him back. His back hit a tree that was in front of the house and shattered. He was paralyzed.
He began hearing the screams of his daughter, but he couldn't do anything about them. All he could see was the burning home. After a few minutes there was silence. Tears began to run down his cheeks as the realization of his family dying began to settle. Death couldn't come soon enough for him.

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Paragraph, Multi-Para, Novella


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Fantasy, Romance, Violence, Rated R, 18+, Comedy, Action, Adventure


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  • "I mean I'm--" Too fast. There wasn't a thought there to indicate that he would do it. The shapeshifter, the one nearly shitting himself and standing there with his hands up. A sweat bead the size of a bullet running down his face. It didn't make it an inch more before the trigger pulled, and he felt the bullets impact on his head. Silver? Was it? Would he live? He didn't know. Nes didn't know, she only knew that she failed. "NO!" Her voice was echoed around the sound of the crack as the bullet's impact went through the air. Too late.

    Fuck the gun, fuck that he aimed it at her after. She was down on the ground just as the other three bullets made a home in the shifter's body. She attempted to shield it as though that was going to help He was already dead, Nes. You can't save them all. Still, she tried and hoped to hope that maybe he wasn't gone. The last few beats of pulse pumped his heart before he went still. It was then that her head rose, the air buzzing around her. Anger was the worst emotion for her to control because it was like a hot fire, it went after everything. "May? In nine months!" She croaked at him, overcome with a sense of loss. The second part of whatever he said breezed past her mind. 

    Gone. He was gone. Didn't even get to cash the chips.

    The shooter went still though, and Nes felt something strong in his mind. She was taught well enough to through up barriers of her own. Just as she had been taught. Diamond walls. Thick, heavy, foggy. Impenetrable. You are the wall. Your mind a temple. Let nothing touch it, Neseva. So she did good and made herself gone. Not physically, but mentally to anyone around. Even the man, who was currently under attack," was not going to see her. No one here as she all but made herself invisible to the eye and let the big and bads duke it out. What was once a scrawny teen weeping over a body wasn't even a shadow anymore.

    It was clear from one thing, that whatever she stepped in here was a bit over her caliber. While Nes was a hunter, this was some serious shit that she was not apart of. Nope. right after this, she was going to just walk away. The other telepath caught her attention. Could she be taught? Was there something even Nes didn't--dead. Fucking awesome. Maybe the last person nes truly knew that had that kind of power and gone in the blink of an eye. Shot. This man was a killer. He was waiting for someone. Some Mai, flashes of mint, he was seeking her out, excited for it almost, waiting. Trained. He was trained and waiting for her. The CIA here wouldn't stand a chance against him. Nes, so new and high headed, would not stand a chance. 

    Sliced went another. Where the hell did the sword come from? And why wasn't she fuckin' running yet?

    Regardless, his thoughts went back to Nes again, enabling herself to be seen if he even noticed that she was gone in the first place of it. Her mouth was in a frown. Golden eyes steady and nearly frightful of him as they bore into him. She wouldn't show it though. She wasn't scared. Angry to al hell, but not scared of him. She should be though. He wasn't human and he wasn't going to go down without a fight; that was clearly shown by how fast he dispatched the friggin' CIA of all things. Special unit to boot.

    "I'm nineteen, thanks though." Damn, what was with people getting her age wrong? Did she have to wear a neon sign and dance the nakey hokey pokey or something? "And no, I'm not here for you. I was here for him. And you killed him." Talking in his head wasn't going to do him much good here. He could throw up walls, sure. but she could become those walls. Become diamond, become smoke. Be the person. Though, like a child she frowned, ready to pout. It was easy to assume who someone was going to be because it made the guilty conscious of the other person feel better about it. His death still hurt her, but as her Secret Teacher would tell her, she had to move on. 

    "You don't know that. He could have changed for the better and you didn't give him that chance because of your snappy intuition about it." Hormones on high, she stood fluidly. Her limbs were still a little weak, stumbling just a little. She didn't let that give away weakness though, let her come off as clumsy, not physically weak. "And I don't want to be demanding. My job doesn't count for demanding, it counts for living, not ice-cold killing." Maybe he was sorry, she didn't know for sure yet. She stood though, and as he starts walking she was right there with him whether he wanted her to be or not. "I should though, report you to my guys, my real guys for killing that special unit." Would he be scared of that? Or would he turn all macho man on her? Be ready for that, Nes. "I mean, the bodies are gonna be found, are you really gonna leave them there for witnesses? That's a lot of damning evidence right there. Are you sure no one saw you?"

    She could fall in step with him easily, long legs after all.  Almost as tall as him, too. "So," it begins. "Who's Mai? Why did you kill those people back there? What are you? Why did they come after you in the first place? Are you a criminal?" She quickly got over that so it seemed. And now she found a new toy. A shiny one, too.

  • // Good evening, thanks for accepting my request. I hope to plot with you soon :)

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