Isaac Ulrich is a man with many secrets, albeit appearing somewhat normal. He is six feet tall, appears to be in better than normal condition than most people, and has a tendency to chatter. His biggest secret, though, is that he isn't a man. He is an alien known as a Reptilian, and as such is just one of many members of his kind that treat humans as inferior creatures. Of course he cannot simply parade himself in his scaly green skin in the open, so he takes on the guise of another normal, caucasian man. This is possible through a holographic chip implanted in a willing Reptilian's hand, shrouding the user in a custom human image. However Isaac despises his costume, and is also ashamed of his holographic face, believing that it is against everything his ancestors, which were dinosaurs known commonly as troodon, lived for. To hide his face he goes to further lengths to disguise himself, as a burn victim. With bandages rapped around his arms and face, Isaac's only distinguishable features are his mouth and his green eyes. On the other hand, he often receives sympathy for his 'burns', which he gladly uses to his advantage should he be hunting for information, or simply out to ruin someone's day. As a Reptilian, Isaac is patriotic to both his home and his people. He is a member of an underground society, made up entirely by others like him, who wish to rule the planet without humans as competition. They see their mission as a righteous one, although they seem to know much better than fight a battle being largely outnumbered. While they scheme, the Reptilians will only have to continue to live among humanity, bidding their time. Isaac, meanwhile, travels all around the country, proving himself to be quite a thorn in many people's side. When it comes to human beings themselves, Isaac would gladly kill any one of them, thinking of them as mere pests that need an exterminator to take care of them soon. As it turns out, as soon as one or more people grow suspicious of him, Isaac mysteriously disappears, only to appear in another town or city. His mission isn't much, he realizes, but enough to give him the kicks and giggles every here and there.
Here's one of my villain's who I'm still trying to improve on. Ulrik, is a 37 year old assassin from a desert nation. Having been trained from an early age, he has reached the highest rank of assassins (still working on a title) that very few live to reach. His skill in espionage and other acts of sabotage are unparalleled as of now. Unlike most assassins who lurk in the shadows for a silent kill, Ulrik also takes to the open field of battle in a Civil War in a bordering Nation. His skill as a warrior are superb, but compares nothing to the general of the army he serves in. It is that inferiority that breeds a hatred between the two and he even plots for the General's demise. Like all assassins from his homeland, he wears thin silk garbs wrapped around his entire body which was used to keep out the sand and block the heat. While most wore white during daytime hours, they changed their clothes to black when undergoing a mission. Ulrik, now far away from the blazing heat of the desert wears his garbs black at all times. Beneath these garbs, he has caramel colored skin and dark brown eyes. His hair is short and caramel colored with streaks of gray in random places. Scars covered his toned body. He was raised under a strict punishment and neglect by his father who was an elite assassin. Only once was the old man proud of Ulrik and that was when the young assassin, only 20, succeeded in murdering his mother and then slaying his father in combat. He was exiled from the desert after committing hundreds of murders (innocents not targeted by the assassin's guild) over the next seventeen years and found refuge as a high ranking soldier in the current Civil War. His cruel acts did not end there. He committed several more war crimes without the approval of his superiors, one account including the massacre of an entire village, most of which was done by his own blade. He captures a young woman from the village in hopes for satisfying his 'hunger' but is brought up short when he is caught by his superiors, who save the woman (who is also a main character) from Ulrik's dark and hungry desires. Now the woman works as a figurehead for the army after being dubbed a goddess and inspires false fervor into the forces. Ulrik still has his hidden desires for her and is currently setting in motion a plan that will crumble the army, make his superiors powerless to stop him, and leave the so called 'goddess' to his will. he's still under work and will probably change. But the idea is he will kill man, woman, child, elderly, or sick with no remorse. He is only interested in satisfying his desires and doesn't care who gets hurt in the process, even if it is an entire country torn by war. He just looks out for number one.
The villain I am working on name is Sinclair Arcanus Deorce. He is roughly 6000 years young, although his exact age is unknown. He is around 6 feet. His eye color is purple, and his hair is white. His appearance changes throughout the story (He is a shape-shifter), but he often takes the form of a twenty something year old. From a style perspective, he wears a jacket (which is generally purple, or white) over a shirt (which is generally white, or purple). On both his jacket and shirt are silver marks and symbols. His pants are white (this a constant), and have similar silver marks. Sinclair tends to show a genial, eccentric, relaxed demeanor. He tends to quote numerous individuals to counter other people’s statements. He enjoys talking, and tends to monologue. He rarely feels threatened by others, often seeming to be in control of any situation. He has plans within plans, schemes within schemes. Despite this, he has a habit of work for other villains, often using this as a way to gain power in other villains' camps, allowing him to increase the number of people who work for him. He tends to expose multiple (and sometimes contradicting) philosophies. For example, he is a vegetarian, but shows no problem in taking human life. He was born during the rise of the civilization of Sumer. After that point history becomes sketchy. He seems to have become immortal at about the age of fifteen. He was treated as an outcast by most people (due to his immortality). He left the civilized world, becoming a hermit of sorts. He was later seen traveling with a fellow immortal (but of a different kind), watching the great pyramids being built. He was next seen with a third and fourth companion, near Phoenicia. He fell off the radar for another two millennia, but then re-appeared with his companions in Europe. In the 1400's he started a "family," and in England he eventually became a noble (1500's). He amassed a large amount of wealth and then disappeared (again). He re-appeared in the mid-1900s, but kept a fairly low profile. He started a small computer business in 1981. He soon started a rivalry with Microsoft, becoming the second most important person in the computer industry. In an unspecified accident in 1992, he was severely weakened. He managed to disguise himself as his own son, and went to a school where a dimensional portal to the Demonic Plane was located. He assisted the Demons, in the hopes of regaining his former power.
Najak, the Soulmaster Najak is 5’6 and was considered tall, due to poorer nutrition, his people were shorter back then. His skin is light copper-colored. He has green-brown eyes and dark brown, curly hair. His face is oval, almost a little effeminate, but considered very handsome by most. He is over four hundred years old. Born far from where he was raised, his childhood was marred by his people constantly fleeing from one place to another, as no one welcomed them anywhere. Finally they were forced to trek through the desert where many died of the heat, dehydration, disease, and starvation. To save Najak’s baby sister from one of these deaths, Najak’s father killed her himself. Before everyone died, however, his people found a green valley in the mountains, one filled with food, water, and something worse. The Valley’s Master made a deal. They could live in the valley in return for vowing service to It. Najak’s mother agreed; his father didn’t. His father and others left, but most like Najak stayed. Najak quickly proved his skills as a leader and strategist. For this he was given long-life and the power to control the minds of others, in return for giving his soul to the Valley Master. He has used his powers to infiltrate the pale-faces Empire in order to destroy them from within so that one day his people can reclaim their lost homeland, and eradicate the pale-faces. Torture, murder, and genocide are no problem for Najak. After all, victory favors the ruthless.
Steve Jobs, I have never heard that phrase before. I tend to not care about ages in most of my attempts to write books. I actually scaled him down; originally he was supposed to be 50 million years old (and an alien). I decided to go for the more realistic (relatively) approach. In fact, he is rather young, considering there is a tree that is older than 80,000 and the human species has been around for about 200,000 years. I wanted a character that had been from the beginning of human civilization. What could be a better villain than one who watched the rise of humanity?
The Villain Based sometime on the early 13th century... Tall, broad and rakishly handsome, 30 year old Eric McCormick had no problems with the ladies. In fact, he didn't really have any problems at all! Being the oldest of six brothers and the heir to the clan when his father passes he could take most anything that wasn't freely given. And he often did. With his battle hardened sword and muscular body he rarely found a fight he couldn't win. His weakness? Fiesty females. The fight they put up along with the chase was so addictive! But he had to be careful to do it only outside the clan, he couldn't risk his future position slipping away to one of his younger brothers. For that reason he went on most of his fathers raids and made good use of his time before and after the attacks. He lived for those days of murder and pillage! Nothing was more satisfying to him then knowing you have the complete power to steal life! To hear the begging and pleading of the person he was holding at his mercy! He loved the women best though, he got a kick out of hearing the things they offered in exchange for the life of their loved ones of that of themselves. He always took those things anyway, why not?
The Damned The complete polar opposite to another character of mine, Orderly. While Orderly heals the sick, Damned kills those only weaker than himself. His clothes are ragged but baggy over his extremely spindly body, his forearms almost fully covered by huge red gauntlets. His eyes can only be seen through his hood, and they are blood red, piercing through the hood. He enters our Dimension froma nexus realm and spends his days searching for victims weaker than himself to prey upon, and while he does come across those who wish to oppose his sick sense of justic, he rarely stays for a full conflict. (More later, have to go)
Babble George Aaron Babel, A.K.A "Babble" is a forty-three year old recluse. He tips the scales weighing in at around two hundred forty five pounds, although he has never stepped on a scale to know this himself nor has he been to a doctor's office in nearly four decades. White Fruit-of-the-Loom t-shirts are his mainstay wardrobe coupled with various brown or blue Dickies workpants. Babble keeps his shirts tucked in tightly allowing his massive stomach to extend from his frame like an ostrich egg on steroids. His sparse hair is slicked back from his forehead and held in place with a more than generous portion of styling gel giving the image of poorly kempt garden. Fat and gelenous legs give way to oversized clown-like feet housed normally in beatup dirty and blood-crusted workboots. George recieved his nomanclature of "Babble" due to a mild form of Turrets Syndrome that he adopted late in life by way of his dillusional paranoia that everyone is talking about him. He has secluded himself within his own mind and refuses to talk to anyone directly. If he is confronted with a direct question, he will look away and reply in a voice that he has concocted that sounds eerily child-like. If he is not engaged in conversation, but is within any kind of company that may be talking without his direct involvement needed, he will mumble almost uncontrollably, hence "Babble". Whenever faced with a situation that will cause his blood pressure to excalate, Babble's vision get clouded ever with a dark maroon to near black color and conscious thought is subdued. He calls this state "the reds", and allows "the reds" to consume him and handle the given situation. This allows him forgiveness for any misdeed he may have committed while angered. A recent instance of "the reds" taking over was when a Jack Russell terrier escaped its yard next door and made its way into George's backyard and tore through the scattered trash bags littering Babble's lawn. George just happened to catch the animal in the act when he glanced out his kitchen window and immediately felt the "reds" coming on. Quickly grabbing a length of pipe he kept by the kitchen door he snuck his way outside and while the stupid dog rumaged through the trash buffet, Babble slammed the pipe down into it's spine. When the hapless terrier squirted hot urine all over George's boots involuntarily, the "reds" really took over and Babble continued slamming the dog with pipe repeatedly even after the animal had expired. Finally, after sever merciless swipes of the weapon, the "reds" subsided and George sat down heavily beside the mangled mass of bone, blood and fur and tried to console the dead dog in a near-fatherly voice. He explained to the pile of ickor that it should not have invaded his yard and next time the dog ought to think better of it.
Sometime in the 1950s. Xue Cheng (46) is the Zha Lei (triad) Overseer of the Xujiahui district of Shanghai. He stands a less than impressive five feet nine inches tall, though his naturally powerful physique makes up for it. He looks significantly younger then he his, as there is no hint of gray thus far in his short black hair. He is driven by a lust for power and tremendous ambition. He has attained his post by destroying anyone and everyone who has stood in the way of his career progression, having the previous overseer killed, then discrediting other candidates for the position. Cheng is not known for his charming personality, indeed, men have known to have suffered from frostbite during conversations with him. The only thing he cares about more than his job is his life, and even that preference is debated by some. Not much is known of his past, save that he began in the Zha Lei as an enforcer, quickly gaining a reputation. He advanced through the ranks until he became overseer of the Xujiahui district, the highest attainable rank apart from Supreme Overseer, a rank which Cheng is known to have been chasing since his appointment as district overseer six years ago. Not that good, but I've only very recently started on this novel.
34 Year old Raine(sounds like rain) is medium built, but a little on the skinny side. She has long Auburn hair and slanted ice-blue eyes. She wears long purple robes that comes down to her ankles. She's rather collected, and is obsessive whenever she falls in love with someone, though that's only happened once. She carries along, slender sword Raine is an expert in Hypnamancy (My little name for Hypnotizing.), and Emoitionmancy( Magic of the emotions) When She was 14, a mass murder was on the loose, killing friends and family. Scared for her life, she fled to another realm, where she was safe. At the age of 17, she fell in love with a young man named Blade. Already a good Hypnamantist, and used that and her emotiomancy to make him fall in love with her, where they were happy for three years. At 20, she became pregant with a son, Seyicer. From there, things went down. Blade's unconcious has been gathering strength the entire captivity. Three days after pregnacy was annoced, Blade broke free of the magic. Enraged, Blade alomst killed Raine, slicing her back into almost two. Blade then left to Raine's hometown to remain with Raine's sister, Miriam, who he really did love. Blade got Miriam pregant with two children, a brother and sister. After giving birth to her own son, Raine was now completly pissed. Leaving her son at a day-care, she went back to her old realm. Blade, having been close to Raine for so long, caught her magic scent, and ordered Miriam to flee, Blade close behind. Raine quickly caught up to Miriam, who passed the children to Blade. Without bothering to kill her sister she pursued Blade. At a dead end, Blade used his last amout of magic to teleport His Son, Riku, his home Realm, and the Girl, Valereie, to Miriams. Raine, in her stide, stabbed Blade when he was finished.
Lane Beckerman, 17 (four months shy of 18). She's five foot four and bitter. Her main objective, get Robert back, adn if she can't do that, destroy his relationship with Gimmy, is constantly hindered by her best friend Jaime. She's a two-faced kind of girl, always nice until she percieves she has been scorned. If Robert had simply broken up with her, she'd be his best friend like before, but she knew he left her for somebody else, and she's going to get her back. "Her" is a him, Gimmy, and that's what really pissed her off. She sees a lot of herself in Robert and will be damned if she "allows" him to "turn" gay. She's a very one-minded person who will do anything to achieve her goals, and she still intends to marry Robert one day. She's studious, effective, and borderline crazy about her goals. She has no tangible weapons. only her determination, spite and "feminely wiles."
Hayate Sekkei Hayate Sekkei is 26 years old and is known as Strategy (translated directed from Japanese ethnic name.) He is Japanese, from the Okinawa region. *Transferred schools to America at age 18. Speaks fluent English and Japanese; no other known languages. Father was a Cram school teacher for English and learned from an early age because of this. Mother was a house-wife. Sekkei is 5’8 feet and weighing 120 pounds; slightly underweight. Has black hair grown out slightly and neatly trimmed fringe at forehead and black eyes. He wears a black government-issue uniform dress jacket (one that one would wear with a suit) and slacks with sensible work shoes and a white dress shirt. Sekkei (Strategy) lived in a partially sheltered life mostly because of his mother, who babied him as he was born 3 weeks prematurely. Although he was not particularly athletic and talkative, he was very popular at school throughout Elementary and Middle school. He was elected class president 3 consecutive times. Sekkei was also competitive, but never made this known and tried to keep calm, soothing demeanor. But after ranking 2nd in school exams, he began to bear a grudge towards the new transfer student from the countryside, Oshiro Yaru. Instead of confronting him about it later on, he decided to bide his time for the right moment. And when the graduation project came for High School, he used it to his advantage. Asking for a relatively innocent subject on high school rankings, he asked Yaru to assist him to make a documentary about his real project: Japanese High School Suicide Cases. Yaru was reluctant because he disliked Sekkei, but was beguiled into agreeing, becoming the camera-man for the movie. As the movie progressed Yaru became less suspicious and closer to Sekkei, thinking his earlier impressions about Sekkei was probably wrong. Until the live interview with Matsumoto Shinobu’s mother; a high school student who jumped in front of the subway train due to exam stress. Sekkei was very polite and charismatic, charming the mother quite easily. However, he soon ended up tormenting her about her son, convincing her that she was the one who subconsciously suggested that is her son didn’t succeed, she would rather seen to it that he died. After being angrily kicked out of the house, close to being attacked, Yaru turned to Sekkei in concern, as he assumed that he was trembling in guilt. But as he patted his back consolingly, it was soon apparent that he was laughing hysterically instead. “Did-did you see?” he laughed, “Did you see the look on her FACE?! Oh god, that was PRICELESS!” After graduating high school, he moved to America and requested from the government to set up a special branch to deal with the capture and punishment of criminals. At first, his idea was automatically rejected and laughed at. However, Congress changed their minds very quickly after a string of apparently unrelated chain of serial murders that happened shortly after this meeting. He does have a preference for weapons or objects of violence, but is ernest in finding ways to influence other people; "human beings are...unpredictable in nature. Controlling, or influencing a person, despite intelligence and such, is apparently impossible. That, is what most people would say."
Daine Daine MacHallow knew who she was and knew how to use it. From the way her exaggerated curves swayed and rolled with her sexed up saunter, to the way her nutty brown curls poured over her collarbones and fell in a perfect way that drew your eyes straight to her clevage, which without fail always spilled a bit too much out of her slinky tops. Long legs flicked out like those of a dancer when she approached, always seeming to come right to you with importance. Catty brown eyes always searching your body first, man or woman, rising to meet your own floored stare before tearing away and coming back again, screaming "Come have me now!". She hardly had to work her natural assets anymore than they did themselves so her sensality was intolerably over the top, yet still none looked away,something glowing from within, something dragging you and making you ashamed of your own existance. A sweet scent, a drugging air, something none could explain except the few that knew her kind. She was Daine MacHallow, Daine of the Hallows. It wasn't a family name, a clan name, it was the keeper of the hallows. That pull, her siren's song that made her irresistable, nothing more than the best of glamours, many saw the real beast behind the perfection, the definition of sexuality that enslaved men and even women. Those many though, never saw anything else again before she drained their soul and youth away, taking their life without remorse to ensure her own. THe lives of humans mattered none, they would die anyway would they not? Should they not give themselves for she who could live forever? They would only have a 100 years if they were among the lucky, she was already at 1795 and counting, but never revealing it. SHe passed perfectly despite it in a 21st century. Never revealing the monster beneath the magic with black hollows for eyes, lifeless, and skin like crepe paper the color of a bad bruise, heavy creases streaking across her features. The figure sunk in, breasts nonexistant, the only thing consistant with her facaid was the grace with which the fae moved. The ability for her heavy glamour was all that mattered for now though. She was simply waiting, waiting for the fae heir to step into her sights, for which she would soon, she could feel it. There were not many of her race left alive, she was the one who needed to revive her kind, with the blood and life of her queen. It was conviant, wasn't it? She was next in line for the throne.
Josef Fillmore, a tan skinny old man with thinning gray greasy hair. He is a psychopath that plays mind games with his victims before killing them. He is a hard core scientist who has created super soldiers for the military.
Wohn This villain, named Wohn, is from the last century. Wohn, 21. Born in Southampton, England, but currently living in London. He is 1m86, wide of shoulders and has long legs, compared to most people. He has been bald ever since he was born, and so he doesn't need to go to the hairdresser's. Since he was 9 years of age, he has trained in various martial arts, including Judo, Karate, Kung-fu, Hapkido and others. He has been for 3 years now employed as a bodyguard for a very rich woman from Saudi Arabia. He is a serious man, that very rarely smiles, and never laughs. He sometimes says a good, intelligent joke, but he doesn't laugh at it. He in fact started training Judo because his father told him to do some sport, and he thought that this one would be useful for if he ever got attacked. After a few years, however, he started with Karate and Hapkido, now practically training for a few hours every day. He never used these martial arts against anybody, until a guy from his college started threatening him. Once this guy, called Kay (for reference to future stories) withdrew a knife and threatened Wohn with it, he was forced to use what he had learnt through the years to defend himself. He was astonished at what he had done, for this Kay had been totally overwhelmed and overpowered by Wohn, that was smaller and lighter, and didn't have a weapon. Another high-grade student, Josh, that was fat and rich, and got hit and insulted all the time, saw him, and thus decided to hire him as a 'bodyguard' to defend him. This was how Wohn started doing his job. He liked it, because he won every fight, and earnt money with it. He liked the martial arts, and so he could do what he liked whilst earning a living. He thought that what he did was right, to protect people that were weaker from others that were stronger, and that getting payed for it was OK. But in fact it wasn't. Employing bodyguards at that time was strictly forbidden, and so both he and Josh were sent to jail after having to pay a very large fine. This occured when he was 16. After getting out of jail, when he was 19, he decided to fake justice and law, and to be employed as a bodyguard for some important people, since he had learnt in jail that it payed well. His goals are to earn the maximum amount of money possible in the shortest time, and to win the Annual Mixed Martial Arts Contest of San Francisco. He usually wears a military torso, and short black trousers, as well as black socks and trekking boots. He is very musculous, for he has trained for 13 years now, and he has a small beard, that doesn't bother him whilst working. He normally uses a very expensive Porsche with high security, in which he has installed a computer from where he can access all his data. He wears a ring in the little finger of the left hand (he is right-handed) that shows a small silver skull holding a bright red rose. He has a tattoo that occupies all of his back, that shows a big 'yin and yang' symbol. Now that I've made this, probably I'll do some sort of story or novel...
Lazaretto Anverville who’s moniker was in remembrance of a now forgotten uncle had only the distinctive name. His 5’ 11” inch height frame held his average 196 pounds of mostly lean muscle adequately. Though his emaciated general practitioner told him he should only weigh 172 for his height, he dismissed her diatribe as soon as he left her office after his last annual physical. “A man of 25 should fill out and carry more weight then the 170 lbs I weighed as a teen” he thought to himself. His caucasian skin tone was slightly darker then you would expect on the body that rarely was caressed by the light of day. Slight eye sensitivity to the sun and a pure love of air conditioning kept Laz inside when ever he had a choice in the matter. His plain nondescript features with proportioned chin and average forehead made him look like one of the other faces that are ignored in a Where is Waldo Picture. His crop of thick black hair now starting to show the first spouts of premature graying was always maintained high and tight, the way his mother had always instructor the barber to cut it since he was knee high to a grass hopper. But he had taken to maintaining his own hair since the untimely accident of his mom. Growing himself had become almost a morning ritual, first sharpening the straight razor with the baber's chair razor strap, both items he had found digging through his grandfathers possessions when he came home that day from the funeral. The first time he cut it he used a baseball cap instead of a bowl, and removed anything south of the rim. He then used an electric trimmer and made a two inch length border all the way around of hair no longer then the fuzz on the outside of a tennis ball. The very top was finished with whatever scissors he could find, hacking and hardly even looking at how even the length might be. It didn’t really matter since he rarely took off the hat. But if you happened to see what he laughing called coma top to himself, because it reminded him of the way a pineapple top shoots here and there, sort of like Bert of Sesame Street but a bit longer and wilder. If you unfortunately happened to see it you would not be laughing though. Lazaretto was a computer savant. With no formal training and hardly any reference books he would feel his way through the code. Though he did not know it at first, he had an ability to sense electron formations. The ability made him a carbon based electron microscope. Similar to how traditional microscopes sense electron’s to allow normal humans to indirectly see extremely small particles, Laz could project the formations in his mind then interpret what was there. Once he realized he could do this he started out slowly, first by playing the computer game mind field, the one you reveal numbered blocks to detect the mines location. On his fifth attempt at playing the game he simply identified and marked each block that he sensed might have a mine under it. Revealing the board he verified he had correctly determined where each of the 20 mines were with no miscalls. He tingled with that new found power and knew life was now going to be different. Anything that electronically linked anything else was his for the exploration and eventual owning. Sitting on the pier using a calculator and cell phone he was able to hack into Onstar Navigation. Hitchhiking down the net at the speed of light he quickly found the skinny little practitioner he was hunting. He instructed her car’s navigation to direct her to the forth street that parallels the reservoir. Taking control of her cars abs system and cruise control he caused it to turn left through the field and accelerate to over 100 miles an hour. From his view on the dock he saw the car launch itself out about 75 feet and come crashing down nose first into the water. He made sure her airbag deployed but kept her doors locked so she could not escape her water taxi to the bottom. Taking his hat off and bowing at the direction of her vehicle he mockingly spoke the last words the anorexic busy body would ever hear. “Can you see me doc over here on the pier, I would swim out and save your skinny butt but I am too fat and might have a heart attack” came crackling over her Onstar speaker. Pushing the airbag down she strained to see who was standing on the pier, all she could make out was a figure with a strange sprout of hair that looked like a tuft on the top of a carrot.
Robert Elijah Green (40) (The younger child of Dr Thomas J. Green and his pleasant wife Marjory Jane, he'd always been a bit of a handful. It soon became apparent he wasn't like other children, and as he grew into a violent, obsessive teenager, both his father and his sister Anne, realised that he could be a real problem. His father tried to get him put away, and it was on the delivery of that news which led Robert to experience the euphoria and power in the death, as he pushed his father down the stairs and watched as he died.) Robert isn't a particularly tall man, nor has he an imposing build, but what he lacks in physical appearance, he makes up for in his volatile and cruel words and actions. He has steel grey eyes, and short light brown hair. There are only three people who can even influence him once he gets an idea into his head: his sister, Anne, his mentor, Karl, and his daughter Angelica, but even then, they are aware there are limits. He doesn't just want power and respect, he expects it, and will go to great lengths to sort out anyone who does not give him this courtesy. He has spent too long building up his business to let anyone cross him. People believe he is incapable of real emotion and this may be true, but Robert has his own definition of love, and he had been in love once. Of all the people he had killed, from his own father to an errant colleague in the trade, he had only regretted his actions once, when he was forced to kill the woman he loved to prevent her from leaving him. When everything is going well, Robert is just about stable, but should even a small incident occur, he will obsess and rage over it for days, and shortly, he'll find out what happens when one person comes along and takes everything away from him. That's as far as I've got. He gets far more unstable after the Big Incident, but that's the sort of set up I've got for him so far.
Name: (Undecided, needs to be something evil sounding but has a meaning to fit him) Gender: Male Age: Unknown, but is likely very old in human years Race: Demon (cat) Appearance: (human form)Well-built, thin-faced, "king-like" in general, has long platinum-blonde hair, slightly long nails, dark green eyes with a slit pupil, paleish complexion, (demon form)A giant black cat roughly the height of two tigers stacked on top of each other at the shoulder Reason for being evil: In the beginning he was not as evil and cruel as he is now. It was only after he could no longer stand the way humans treated his race that he began to look down on them cruelly. The only human he didn't look down on was his human mate, but after she bore him an heir to the Demon King throne, his mate began to see the subtle changes the years of conflict and warfare between humans and demons was causing him to go through and she became fearful of him. He felt betrayed by this and so devised to rid of her and raise his son to hate humans and teach him how to artfully kill them, but his mate stole their son and herself away before he could put that plan in motion. He is now unredeemably embittered towards the human race and also looks at half-demons as being inferior not only for being partially human, but also for being weaker than full demons as half-demons aren't born with the ability to shapeshift into their animalistic representation therefore making them useless in demon battles. He seeks to wipe the human race from his world and create a world where demons are the dominant race and half-demons are slaves and servants to the demons in higher power. Special skills: Other than his demon form, he has the ability to manipulate a person's mind to his will often without the other person knowing he's doing it. Being a full demon, he is much faster than humans and half-demons and more physically powerful too. His stamina is also exceptionally high and all those stats, minus his stamina double in strength when he shapeshifts into his demonic form.
Bazie His name is Bazie. Dont know what for a last name yet. (help with getting last names??) appearance: A tad cubby, but with muscle. Stout. He has stubble. (very important to remember lol) attitude: Likes power and doest beleive that he is going to get where he wants to go by following. He wants to be a leader but cant. specialty: Premonitions age: 19 hair colour if any: Black, longish, not well kept. male height: 5'8"-5'9" He is initially part of the Oracles. He hates the fact that he has to answer to someone younger than him. He is a womanizer and has... well... naughty thouhgts about his team members. He hates the world. He wants power. He wants power and a higher possition in the Oracles so he turns in his team leader in hopes of gaining respect. He was born and raise in Alaska. Havent got a city yet. Maybe Barrow. He figured out that he had a special power when he woke up crying one night at 4:43 am, knowing that his grandpa had died. He later found out that 4:44 am was grandpa's exact time of death. He met up with the rest of his group in the old book shop. He is the first of his group to die. He is actually brutally slaughtered for his tainted, black heart. He wants to, one day, rule the Oracles and have his team leader, Jolon, locked up forever. Well, he lives in Alaska so heavy coats, usually home made by his mother. Dark eyes and a round face. He isnt very smart and doesnt care about anything. He likes to whine and complain and torment people 5 years younger then him. Well, looking back, he isnt perfect but he is one of my more favorite charachters. Its fun to make him sad.
Jonathan "Bloc" Blockenheimer Bloc had always sought power and wealth. Even when he befriended James and Jessica Burroughs and became their trusted companion he wanted more. Thus, he persuades James to give him full power over Burroughs International's vast wealth should anything happen to him and Jessica. The boating accident was suppose to kill them as well as their parents, the only other heirs to the multi-billion dollar corporation. Attending a charity event at the last moment, Jessica avoided being murdered as well. Pregnant with quadtuplets, the tramatized Jessica miscarried. Bloc stepped in immediately as the friend she needs. As her death now would raise suspiction, Bloc hires a "therapist" help Jessica deal with her loss. When he learns Jessica has a form of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, an intense desire to have children, he has the doctor secretly enhance the the illness instead of treating it. With her distracted by her search for children, he can seize even more power.
Villian Balthazar (age unknown) rose to Emperor of the Imperium through a bloody civil war. He was not an Imperial (person of Imperium origin), in fact, he was an Arcanian. Alongside Marcus Robertson, he was a distinguished captain of the Army. He has brown eyes which strikes fear into any opponent of his. His hair is long and jet black, invisible to the naked eye at night. He talks with conviction. His command is rarely questioned. If one questions him, it usually leads to his or her's death. He presents himself as a man with purpose and confidence. He also exerts fear to those who oppose him. Only the bravest of the brave dare to fight him. He is also a wise ruler, although the state of the Imperium might argue that. Always besides him is Tyrfing, a sword tainted with death to those who touch its blade. This silver blade, black hilt sword relies on the strength of the wielder. It will turn on those who are weak, both physically and mentally. Its history is one no normal human would be proud of. It has been the desire of men to wield this sword by any means. With this sword, Balthazar seems unstoppable. However, within his heart lies his former self, trying to fight the evil which has consumed him, for it was not free will which made him turn his back on his former Kingdom. It is only the power of the sword and his warped mind which keeps his former self at bay. He is also skilled in the magical arts. He prefers fire over the other elements. He rarely uses magic on its own. He combines magic with Tyrfing, an example would be engulfing the sword with fire. Note: The reasons for him being evil is a central part of the overall plot of the trilogy, so not everything has been revealed.
Villain Character :3 Name: Kalon Halibarmos (ex best friend of Noah Calvert) Appearance: Short, blonde hair. She wears it up in a red ribbon which has steel inside of it. The ribbon camouflages the steel. She takes the ribbon out of her hair to beat her slaves and she uses it in battle as a weapon. She wears a white, small dress that is only straps on the shoulders and a small frilly skirt that goes down to the middle of the beginning of her thighs (confusing, isn't it?). She always has a smile on her face and keeps her blue eyes full, meek and kind so as to trick everyone later. She has pale white skin and wears a golden cross with a black string tied around her neck. Her chest is flat and when people remind her of this, she has them buried alive. Attitude: Sadist. She is definitely a full blown sadist. She gets joy out of hurting others and is thrilled when she kills her enemies. She yells at the dead bodies of her slaves and kicks them because she believes it will hurt them in the afterlife. She piles up dead slaves and lights them on fire so that they will not live in the afterlife if they have done poor jobs as slaves. Some are lucky and they are cremated to have Kalon feed them to her other slaves later for a meal. She's basically cruel, maniacal, mean, bossy, and what kills Noah inside is that she's only doing all of this out of boredom. Specialty: Telling others what to do. Age: 13 Hair color: Blonde Gender: Female Height: 5' 3" Description: She has no reason to be in despair at all. Her life was perfect until she started becoming bored too easily. She noticed she could manipulate others with her words because they were so mean and cruel. She made her sister beg for forgiveness just for calling her mean. She disabled and almost killed her father several times and beat and shunned her mother with her steel ribbon. Her parents gave up on her after that and wanted her to leave and never come back because she was "the devil in the body of a child." Needless to say, she laughed while she killed them all and had her brother drink the blood that came out.Her brother took to her every need and stayed by her side, and thus she spared his life and took him with her. Why a villain: Boredom. Biography: She met Noah when she was around 3 years old. Noah and her would play together all the time and when Noah bugged her about her new ribbon countless times, Kalon took it out of her hair and whipped Noah with it. This is when Noah noticed unusual signs in Kalon and attempted to stay away from her. Then she heard the news that her mother, father and sister "died in a car crash." She knew then that it wasn't a car, but Kalon herself that killed them. Time line: She lives in the modern time of an alternate universe. Goals: To enslave everyone in her country and then move on from there. Clothing? I already explained. Weapons? If so, what weapons and why are they used? A steel red ribbon to kill her enemies and slaves with. Characteristics: Sadist, Miserable, Lonely, Mean, Cruel, Sarcastic, Bossy, Arrogant, Bored, Dissatisfied, Greedy, Merciless, Hateful, Malicious, Surprisingly mature.
