In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one stood.
Burned by the embers of armageddon, his soul blistered by the fires of Hell and tainted beyond ascension, he chose the path of perpetual torment.

In his ravenous hatred he found no peace; and with boiling blood he socoured the Umbral Plains seeking vengeance against the Dark Lords who had wronged him.

He wore the crown of the Night Sentinels, and those that tasted the bite of his sword named him...

the Doom Slayer.

William Joseph "Wil" Blazkowicz III
The Doom Slayer
The Marine, The Unchained Predator, The Hell Walker

United Nations Space Marine
Sole survivor

King of Hell's Kadingir Sanctum

Age: 41
Species: Demigod
Nationality: American
Descent: Polish Jew
Born: Mesquite, Texas, USA, Earth.
Current Location: Mars + Hell

Gender: Doomguy (he/him/his)
Sexuality: Angry
Relationship Status: Slightly Less Angry
His partner is asexual.
He is not, but he respects it entirely and will beat anyone who makes jokes about his husband up so badly they'll pray for death.
The Other Light of his Life: Daisy II (RIP Daisy I)

Hair: Blond
Eyes: Brown
Scars: So Many.
Brands: A Lot.
Mood: Perpetually Pissed, needs a nap

Height: 6'0"
Height With Suit: 6'5"
Body Weight: 245 lbs
Weight With Praetor Suit: 745 lbs
Weight Fully Loaded: 1204 lbs
Average Speed (With Suit): 49.6 mph
Max Speed (With Suit): 90 mph

 

Lineage:

William Joseph "BJ" Blazkowicz [great-grandfather]
aka Terror-Billy
World War 2 hero, slayer of Nazis, scourge of Germany.

Arthur Kenneth "Blaze" Blazkowicz [grandfather]
aka Arthur Blaze
Beloved television personality.

William Joseph "Billy Blaze" Blazkowicz II [father]
aka Billy Blaze, Commander Keen
Adventurer, children's book author, United Nations Space Marine.
Died in the first invasion.

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Tempered by the fires of hell, his iron will remained steadfast through the passage that preys upon the weak. For he alone was the Hell Walker, the Unchained Predator, who sought retribution in all quarters, dark and light, fire and ice, in the beginning and the end. And he hunted the slaves of Doom with barbarous cruelty; for he passed through the divide as none but demon had before.

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Alternate Settings:
Present Day
World War II
Open to more.

 In the grand tradition of Id and Machine Games, Wil is my personal Doom Slayer, meaning that his appearance, life, and personality are my creations, stemming from the base lore. The crossover of the Valiant Universe and Doom I write with Fick is our creation, along with the Doom/Prey crossover and the other pieces that come into play within it.

Do not copy our work, especially when it's going to be obvious you don't know what you're actually talking about and are just doing it for the sake of doing it.

It's not flattering.

It's annoying as piss.

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  • Earth. Someone place she has spent all her life on and now, now she was dimension hopping.  Going to other worlds to satisfy the overwhelming bloodlust for vengeance that the spirit inside of her, craved.  It wasn’t just enough to kill humans who reeked of sin, she had to destroy anything remotely evil or an endanger to humanity and humanity’s soul. 

    That was why she got the pull to head to Mars. Where she felt something  was off. Aliens maybe? Demons? Something on Mars that could prove to be a threat to humanity and their existence. It was not something she was going to sit idely by for and killing some demons and monsters sounded like a very therapeutic means of coping with her anger and bloodlust.  She used her hellfire chains to open a porta to Mars and there she went. 

    In her full Ghost rider form, she has no need for sustinence,  no need for air, no need for rest. She would be a one woman killing machine as her hellcycle sped across the Martian Landscape.  She also had no need for armor or a spacesuit. Things like oceanic and space atmospheric pressures had no effect on a being like her and pressurization was not something she had to worry about.  The monsters on Mars were going to get a rude awakening the moment she got her chains on them.  Her cycle roared like a demon in rage as she raced across the landscape to head to the spot the demonic activity felt the strongest. 

  • Of course, Would you like to write?

  • / You're welcome. Would you like to write?

  • She was about to say she was here to speak with someone but she paused in her steps. She took a good look first of the surroundings and the ..... people.. within. Trying to get a lay of the land and feel of the atmosphere before proceeding. Her eyes would take note of the man who appeared to be in charge. The scar on the neck was something she took a particular note of. She wondered if he could vocally commonitate or if she would have to resort to pen and paper. Hell, at this moment, she thought about acting like the human Milleninals. Giving this man a cellphone so she could text the guy, give if she was standing within line of sight and ear shot of the guy. “Well. I’ll jist get right to it. I am Demona. One of Hell’s princesses. Father, a Hell angel. One of nobility or whatever passes for that down here. I have come to seek an audience with the new head honcho in town or this particular slice of hellish paradise? I have come to collect data on who is in charge here and what is going on. You could say I’m something of an information broker. Now. If you can not verbally communicate. We could try telepathically or as human teenagers like to do. Use a cellphone and text away. Using emojis and other obscured silly pictures to get the messages across. If there is some other prefer form of communication, we can attempt that then.” That was all she had to say at the moment.

  • Rustic brown eyes looked up at the man as he held out the candy bar for her to munch on, though at first she wasn't so sure if she should eat it or not, but after a moment, she leaned forward and sniff the weird treat lightly, wagging her tail a bit as she licked the candy bar before trying to chew on it with her teeth, at least it wasn't peanut butter or anything like that cause that would have been a very weird issue trying to eat peanut, getting stuck on gum on her teeth and trying to eat it....it just looked weird and humans found laughter in it, why she never understood.

  • In many ways, Aza is like a cat. One that can either purr up a storm while showing rare displays of affection or claw your eyes out just for the sake of his own sick entertainment. It takes him just a couple minutes or less to decide whether he likes someone or not, and right now, he has come to the conclusion that yes, he likes this dude.  Probably because of the fact that he's willing to go with whatever the demon has told him. That, however, can change at any given time. It doesn't take much for Aza to change sides. He's that much of a backstabbing fucker.

    He throws himself forward like a baseball player on his way to first base, more than likely hurting himself in the process because there's nothing for him to reach for. He's still grinning, however, and dusts himself off as he stands straight. With a whistle he makes his way inside the pizza place, as causal as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened. As if he and his companion weren't about to comit murder after dinner.

  • "I appreciate you hanging out with me. It's not like you really have to, but I appreciate it all the same. 'Cause usually people get bored or tired of me quickly so it's hard to make friends. And the ones I do make always get bored of me later on. And it sucks, 'cause I'm lonely and don't know what I do wrong, you know?"

    Aw. How...pathetic.

    "I'm lonely. And I miss having people touch me or hug me, like I think the last person who even hugged me was my mom when I lost the arm. And that was years ago."

  • *me with this profile*

  • The entrance was easily open but the Marine’s presence did not go unnoticed.  The skeletal demons had felt him close by. They would look up at each other and took a moment of silence before speaking in unison.

    ”The Maleficium must be protected at all costs.”

    with that said they began to prepare for the grand entrance of the Marine. But something strange occurred, a tapping can be heard around  Wil.  “Gonna go full out and go in guns blazing my boy?” A voice can be heard behind the Marine and when he turns he would notice none other than Mephistopheles. He was leaning against a metal wall with a wide grin on his face.  Wearing a red suit and tie and his hair combed back.

     

    ”Don’t mind me I won’t stop you, I can’t any way right now I am just a visitor.”

  • SPACE!

    ROBOTS IN SPACE!

     

    EXPLOSIONS IN SPACE! (don't ask me how but-

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