Katalogos

Initial Thoughts

Deveor stared down at the crumpled heap of a human body thrown before him. Piercing eyes picked apart the appearance of the unconscious man, a quiet hum escaping his lips as he pressed them into a straight line. The expression only lasted a moment. He had watched from afar as the man had frantically fought against his guards before he was captured. He killed four of them, miraculously. He was subsequently overwhelmed, but the four dead and two others injured elicited some sort of feeling in him. And it wasn’t hatred or anger. He couldn’t help but be impressed with this little human. “Leave us,” his deep voice growled, echoing against the chamber walls. Fading footsteps indicated that the guards had left. He hadn’t looked away from the human. 

The behemoth crouched down, tilting his head. Long, neon green hair cascaded down to the floor as he did. “Where did you come from?” he inquired to himself, seemingly amused. His large hand grabbed the chin of the unconscious man. Angling his head around, he took in the other’s features. “And why?” Deveor didn’t remain crouched for long. An electric shock shot through his wretched heart. He couldn’t help but raise his brows and shake his head, releasing a sigh of sorts before his expression filled with some semblance of malice. A grin. He rolled the human over, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and lifting his limp body from the stone floor. One pair of hands setting themselves on his hips, while the other was occupied by the other man. He was so much smaller than himself, he thought with a short huff of amusement. 

With the dangling human at eye level, Deveor could get a proper look at his visitor. He stared for another moment, before shrugging slightly. He continued to hold him like a scruffed animal as he strolled into another room. It was smaller than the palace entryway, of course. This was a small side room, generally meant for entertaining real visitors. Members of Deveor’s court. He didn’t think anyone would have the gall to say something about bringing the little human here. As he closed the door, his second pair of hands locked it behind him. He didn’t feel the need to turn. He then took his specimen to the table, dropping him there almost carelessly. He was just careful enough to ensure that he didn’t hit his head off of the gold plating. 

And the waiting began.

Deveor didn’t know yet, but the man laying on his table was named Jesper. He could only imagine the reaction that this predicament was going to get out of the man. He continued to smile as he thought about it, a giddy stir in his stomach. He could’ve giggled. It’s been so long since he’s had any interesting visitors. So long since he’s had any unique fighters, at that. Those humans with their guns, their bombs, their pathetic little knives. But oh no, this human had something different! A weapon that relied on a unique set of skills. Deveor quite loved to see that. He wanted to see it again. He left the weapon wrapped around Jesper, hoping that when he came to, he’d decide to use it against him. If he was stupid enough to, anyway. It’d be more amusing if he was stupid. 

“It’d be such a shame to kill off such a pretty little thing,” he mused aloud. “We’ll have to see how smart you are when you wake up, won’t we? Maybe you’ll struggle a little, seeing as you probably are concussed. I didn’t smell your blood, so I’m assured they didn’t bludgeon you when I wasn’t looking. On the other hand, we have some poisons that can cause short comas… I presume that’s what you’ve got running through you now.” 

Deveor leaned back into his suitably massive chair, both sets of arms folding across his torso. “I wonder what your deal is. I think I will let you tell me yourself… No matter how tempting it is to go through your belongings while you’re out of it.” He chuckled again. As he tilted his head down a little, his unruly hair followed. “I’ve been asking the Araze when I’d get some real entertainment. Let us hope that you don’t disappoint me, or them.” He closed his eyes, a rumble of a laugh in his throat. It was silly to talk to someone who couldn’t hear him. It was even sillier that he felt so excited for Jesper to awaken. Oh well. What was one to do besides wait?

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Anticoagulant

A growl ripped from Deveor’s throat as he felt cold steel attempt to slash through his back. His hair, he thought angrily, would be messed up by that stupid blade. He opened his mouth, his upper right hand swiping into his cheek and digging his nails in. He could taste his own blood, witness the viscous black liquid underneath his nails before he swung backwards to lash at the person who had attempted to harm him. He felt his hand make harsh contact. Their body crumbled under his strength. He whipped around to hem up the fallen body, his lower set of arms grabbing both of theirs. He lifted them, baring his teeth in a savage grin. He looked at the cuts that now spanned from their forehead to their chin, in the shape of his nails. Blood welled from the wounds, dribbling out steadily. They wouldn’t stop bleeding now, he knew that. His own blood had mixed with theirs, after all. Bringing soaked fingers to his lips, he dragged his tongue across the blood before he began to talk. “Pathetic attempt,” the behemoth lambasted. “Utterly disappointing.”

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Nerve Agent 

Deveor looked down at the fallen king before him. Another reign he brought to an end by his own hands. “Please,” the man begged. “You need not kill me-” 

“I do,” Deveor replied dryly, wiping his forehead with the palm of his hand. The warm air felt cool against the liquid that he had just swiped away. Without any warning, his mammoth palm was pressed onto the king’s face. He squeezed the royal’s head, his hand slipping down to wipe across the man’s neck before releasing him. Deveor watched as the king’s eyes watered, his face twitching uncontrollably with the contact. He attempted to speak, but a hefty wheeze was all that escaped. The human’s hands clawed at quickly perspiring skin, trembling. “That looks like it hurts,” Deveor teased, lolling his head to the side. “Mmm, what a sad, sad way to die.”

He watched the human writhe, observing the effects of the liquid. He’s seen it hundreds of times. But he likes to watch. His 12’6 frame crouched, folding his top pair of hands together as the king scrambled and convulsed on the ground. “I wonder if there will ever be a time that this bores me,” he thought aloud. As the man before him screamed, gripping for nothing, fighting to break free from the pain and sporadic movements forced upon him by his own muscles, Deveor shook his head. “No, no I don’t think there will.” The lower pair of arms folded over his abdomen. He listened to the choked sobs of his adversary, noting how he appeared to truly be struggling to breathe now. “There’s always space in my heart for the suffering of others,” he tittered.

Nickname(s): Helzer (He introduces himself by his last name. Always-)

Age: 28

Gender: Male (amab)

Sexuality: Whore/j (Demiromantic omnisexual)

Height: 5’11

Weight: 179lbs

Body type: Relatively athletic build, uhh maybe inverted triangle if I were to label it

Hair color: #d63e0c (burnt orange)

Hair style: Relatively long hair, pretty straight, almost always in a high ponytail

Skin color: #d6a06f (sand?? Color, subject to change)

Skin descriptors: Cold to the touch. Almost like he’s dead, despite him definitely being very much alive. Has spatterings of scars on his hands and arms, but that’s about it. Freckles. 

Eye color: #a70b10 (deep crimson)

Eye descriptors: You could swear you thought his eyes were yellow… They change day by day, don’t worry about all that. Not a singular shine of joy in those eyes until he’s doing something violent or that he finds really amusing. Sharp, they’re somewhat angular and quite unfriendly. 

Face shape: Heart shaped face, which means a relatively sharp chin, strongish cheekbones, and a fairly equal distribution of facial features. 

Other physical features of note: 

Constant scowl. 

Scars on his knuckles

Almost always clean shaven. 

Strong hands. 

Long ass eyelashes. 

A fairly straight nose. 

Tattoos, which are present on his left arm and right leg (they also happen to match, they’re like… half sleeves.) 

Outfit styles: Consist of a lot of #9f1200 (red) and #4b0800 (dark af red) colors. 

Family members: Has a fraternal twin brother, they also have queer parents. His brother is a bit smaller than him, much nicer. Their parents are VERY much a mix between intimidating and friendly seeming, though they are certainly somewhat malicious and can be expected to scare humans. 

Other important character relations: I’d say he has friends but let’s be honest, he pushes most people FAR away before they can ever get to that point.

Occupation/title: The ‘owner’ of a cafe, which is genuinely just a money laundering thing because his family is explicitly doing illegal ass things. Of course, he couldn’t care less, he just lets his brother cook his favorite foods to sell to people- (all they sell are pastries of certain kinds and one breakfast sandwich type. That’s it.) This is generally what he spends his days doing. 

Abilities: 

Incredibly high pain tolerance

Which is coupled with a decent tolerance to physical extremes. Heat and cold? They’re jokes to him. 

Control of the subconscious mind 

It works best when the victim is asleep. He can control their dreams and influence the thoughts and feelings that they may have going on in there. This can cause changes in their behavior when awake. 

He can also sway anyone weaker willed than himself when they’re awake and in front of him, but it’s more charm than forceful change like his other ability.

Heat manipulation 

This means changing the temperature of an area around him, with the maximum size of about 40 square feet before it loses its concentration. 

Maximum heat change would probably be by about 60 degrees (F) in the biggest area he could make

Which means when it’s smaller, he can make it… much hotter. Think about 5 degrees for each square foot he doesn’t use. This gives you a maximum temperature change of about 240 degrees in a 4 square feet area. 

This does come with drawbacks, because he honestly does have an energy limit despite how aggressively he denies it. So, he could sustain that heat for MAYBE 30 minutes if he’s lucky, otherwise we’re thinking closer to 17 minutes. Long enough for him to incapacitate or harm a human with ease, but not so much so that a fight with another supernatural would be easily won.

Anyway his hands are like hot plates and they’re also the only part of him that’s actively warm at all times.

Energy absorption

Requires him to be able to touch whoever he’s taking from.

He could probably kill someone with this, but where’s the fun in that? 

Technical immortality

As in, he won’t die of old age. You have to kill him-

Annnd obviously enhanced physical abilities, strength and perception especially. 

Skills: 

Money management

Boxing

Gun handling

Skateboarding

Project management

Woodworking

Good liar

General planning

Keeping a relatively level head (in the face of business) 

Identifying things that irritate others (and subsequently using that information to bother the FUCK out of them)

Butchering things (literally.)

Personality description: 

Known troublemaker. A bit domineering with people he dislikes, and rude as almost a default. Prone to attitude. He’s very capable, but he hates people who he considers less responsible or capable than himself. He doesn’t like being made to pick up slack for others, buuut that doesn’t mean that he won’t take jobs from people because he doesn’t like how they’re doing it. (As in, he’ll literally shove people out of the way/out of rooms over it.) He’s kind of shit at verbal affirmation of any kind, and any sort of fond feelings from him come out in silent gift giving or physical affection that he’ll bitch someone out over if they mention it or ask why he’s doing it. 

He’s got a good grasp on self control, and while he may seem like a loose cannon, he’s not. He keeps his patience, he just doesn’t pull back on his punches. I’d call him pretty violent, because the moment he perceives a threat, he’s absolutely confrontational and willing to throw down. He has a level of protectiveness over the people he cares about, namely his family, and especially his brother. He’s almost gotten into trouble with the law for his previous actions that follow certain confrontations, but he’s never been caught and plans to keep it that way. 

He’s got the energy of a whore and the stage presence of one too. But, he actually hates relations with others, and no matter how much he flirts with someone, he very rarely has any semblance of interest in them. It’s not really that he intends to lead people on, it’s a… family thing. Runs in the family. 

Extra notes:

Cat personality for sure

Favorite food is literally just any sort of sweet he can get his damn hands on

Has a very high metabolism, he eats frequently or he needs to eat huge meals. 

His blood is a viscous black liquid, which probably is a little unsettling to see

Dude’s got tungsten knuckles that he carries around. Because brass knuckles are a bit impractical for his abilities, and tungsten is incredibly heat resistant and very dense. Strong. 

He hates loud noises, but is also prone to making a lot of them. It’s a bit more circumstantial. If he needs quiet time, he’ll flip out over a slightly too loud noise. But if he’s feeling fine, then he’s going to be the reason there’s no semblance of calmness in his vicinity.

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Halorin

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