Post by Daimon on Nov 15, 2009 1:27:51 GMT -5
Black rose & radio fire
It's so contagious
Such something changing my mind
I'm gonna take what's evil
N A M E;
Daimon Angealon (angel)
A G E;
24
S E X;
Male
E Y E S;
His eyes are Unique, normally when he speaks he speaks with a nonchallent voice that seems to carry the weight of the world on the tip of his sarcastic tongue. His eyes at these moments are always silver, always a dull metallic color that seems to peirce through the souls of those he looks at.
However these eyes change upon being exposed to mako, or material his eyes seem to turn a crimson color. Normally the eyes of Soldiers glow intensely because of being exposed to Mako, however Daimon's eyes change into a crimson violent color. He does not know why and it appears to be a simple physical change, rather then a mental change or a change in power.
H A I R;
Daimons silver hair is one of his greatest aspects and hes rather vain about his regal appearance. His hair is always neatly combed, falling directly in front of his eyes in a manner that suits him perfectly. It is medium length and always shiny, letting the light shine off of it in a royal manner.
H E I G H T;
5,11
W E I G H T;
160lbs
S P E C I A L F E A T U R E S;
Daimon has a strange number on the back of his neck. It is a tattoo and it reads 000. There is also the tattoo of Shinra Soldier on his upper arm.
Your cover melting inside
With wide eyes you tremble
Kissing over & over again
Your god knows his faithful
Daimon is everything that a soldier should be. He is very effective in the way that he handles missions and he is extremely good at what he does. What Daimon does is kill. Daimon is known for neither brutality or mercy, he follows the book in almost everything he does. He is often rather sarcastic and is known for smarting off to those lower then him, however he respects rank and those few above him who have earned his respect are indeed entitled to it.
Daimon is creative and enjoys many luxuries outside of battle
He is often known to play chess, to practice his sword play
and to write poetry. Daimon is also not afraid of death, in fact
he has been known to have a death wish. He is the type that
fights without remorse for anyone other then his mission. He
cares not if he dies in the process so long as he succeeds.
He believes strongly in Honor, valor and duty to ones
country. Shinra is his government, they are those who
will build a new world. With their electricity they will rebuild.
They will survive. His loyalty toward Shinra is a strange thing because Shinra killed his father- a traitor to the company-,
and its been speculated that he is a spy. However Daimon
killed the man who spoke those words and those around him
see him as a hero. He is known to be the 2nd Sephiroth of his age. From a young age he idolized Sephiroth, though he never met him. He wished to become strong, and he still seeks power, he believes that without power those around us that we love
are destined to die. He loves his people, his family and he has
so much to fight for. Without them what would he be after all?
He is however not without a heart and it at times tears him to see people suffer. He will kill though he prefers not to. He also does not let people know that he cares for the well being of the people around him. He is often the type that says nothing unless its an insult, he makes fun of the weak because they are weak. He hates them... He hates men who can not stand. His body has taken so much agony for those around him, so he could become strong and he hates to thing that men can have another existence. They should fight, and so he believes that he is destined to die in battle.
I try - to digest my pride
But passions grip i fear
When I climb - into shallow vats of wine
I think I almost hear - but it's not clear
R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S;
Single
L I G H T O R D A R K;
Neutral
L I K E S;
1. Swordplay
2. Chess
3. War
4. Tactics
5. Beauty
D I S L I K E S;
1. The weak
2. Cowards
3. Fools
4. Ignorance
5. Traitors
D R E A M S;
1. To become strong like his hero sephiroth.
2. To ensure the world strives
3. To find someone he loves, and to hold her close and protect her.
N I G H T M A R E S;
1. Dieing alone.
2. Becoming weak
3. Becoming corrupted.
S T R E N G T H S;
1. Amazing with a blade, so good that he rivals sephiroth when he was In Soldier.
2. Quite fast
W E A K N E S S E S;
1. Not superhuman strong
2. Rather bad at using material.
H A B I T S;
1. Biting his lip when hes nervous
2. Sarcasm, and insults.
You are the one
You'll never be alone again
You're more than in my head - you're more
M O T H E R;
Mercy Tenshi Angealon
F A T H E R;
Gladius Angealon
S I B L I N G S;
Syron Angealon
H E R O;
Sephiroth
P E T S;
A black raven known as Talon. Talon is Daimons eyes in the sky and when it notices an enemy ambush it lets him know by perching on his shoulder and running its beak down his cheek, scratching him slightly. It also is extremely loyal to him.
B E S T M E M O R Y;
Daimons best memory is the one of his mother. She was a wonderful person. She was a flower lady, and though they were always poor he remembers his mother holding him, she smelled of lilacs.
W O R S T M E M O R Y;
When his Father and mother were killed by the crows.
F A V O R I T E P L A C E;
Seventh heaven was his favorite bar as a teenager.
F A V O R I T E F O O D;
Ramen
H O B B I E S;
1. Chess
2. Swordplay.
3. walking outside in nature.
F R I E N D S;
Other members of Soldier
E N E M I E S;
Traitors to Shinra, because they are trying to build a empire.
You so believe your own lies
on my skin your fingers
runaway until the last time
were gonna lose forever
Twenty four years ago.
A child came into this world at the crack of midnight on a cold day in October. His eyes opened, a soft silver color that seemed to resonate and look up into the eyes of his mother with a soft and tender affection. The baby looked to his father and instead of crying it watched them with intrigue. The baby boys mother held him in her arms and looked to the boys father.
"Syron my love... what shall we name him?" She asked her voice filled with joy and a sense of tiredness from just giving birth. "Daimon... Daimon, after his grandfather, Daimon." The man spoke with a voice as strong as Steel and looked at his new son.
Time is a funny thing after all. Time is that which limits our perspective on reality and Daimons father knew this. Daimons father Syron, walked over to his boy and picked him up. Their eyes met for a moment. "There is wisdom in the child's eyes. The boy seems to know more then he should." Syron was known for his humor and his strength. The women laying in bed merely looked up at the two of them.
This is how Daimon came to be, how he was created.
How he was born. His birth was a simple birth, in a bed in a hospital in Midgar. His mothers strength Inspired daimons childhood character.
[i]Time progresses.
As a young child Daimon was so interested in swords.
His fathers blade in particular caught his eye. The instrument the man held on his back. Daimons father was a Soldier, a Soldier 2nd class and was on his way to becoming a 1st Class Soldier. However all men have their downfalls. Syrons down fall was his alcoholic gambling problem. The man simply never knew how to stay out of debt.
Syron and his wife Mercy fell deep into debt. Their Five year old son Daimon knew nothing of the problems that his parents faced but he remembers them holding each other crying with him laying on the couch. He would watch them cry every night. They spoke of such strange things, such strange men. Money meant nothing to him because in his infinite wisdom he knew that It was simply coin.
Daimons father however because of one simple night owed a group of men known as the Crows a large sum of gill. he owed them more money then he had ever seen, ever earned or ever would earn in his entire life. Why had he betrayed his family? Alcohol... the silent killer had clouded his judgement and had made him a fool. The men made Daimons father quite Soldier and instead join the Crows. Syron did so, and he did so in complete and total anguish.
He worked for them to pay off his debt. He did shady work and Daimon never truly knew what his father did. He wondered why his daddy was no longer a Soldier. He was so proud of his Daddy when he was a member of Soldier. Now his daddy did something new. Syron was an assassin.
Time Goes on.
Daimon was now a boy of Twelve and the world though shady seemed to make a little more sense to him. He knew his dad was a good man no matter who he hurt, no matter what woman he killed, no matter what child he beheaded. He knew his father did this work because he had seen him slaughter a woman for leaving her husband, who was a member of the assassin crows. Daimon did not care, all he knew was that he was happy his father and mother were Ok now. They were not in so much debt anymore and the Crows took care of them.
One can not live like this though, one can not find happiness in the corrupt shadows of murder. Syron's father failed a mission one night. If a Crow fails he is to cut out his own heart or the Crows will hunt him and kill him, and his family. However instead of dieing with honor the man instead fled to his home and fell at the knees of his wife. "My love... we must... we must flee." He cried softly, tears flowed down his cheek, blood dripped down his arms. He was wounded.
"We must flee, I have failed you and Daimon... we must flee... or they will kill us all!" He cried. She tried to sooth his insanity and pulled him close to her and hugged him. "It is ok.." She whispered in his ear. Daimon watched them and pulled everything he could into a back pack. They left their home and burnt it to ground leaving no evidence behind them. They took off toward Midgars exit. His father had a pass that would allow them out of Midgar.
However they were met by 28 crows, all wore black robes and black hoods and they all carried guns. Daimons father drew his sword and pushed his wife and son behind him. His sword came up honorably. "Kill me but leave my wife and son." He bid them. Their leader laughed, the man was silver haired and his eyes and face were hidden by the hood. He looked up at them, the darkness hid his features. "Spare... Them?" He laughed horribly, his laugh sunk into Daimon's heart and made him want to run.
They raised their rifles toward Daimons father and all of them shot.
Bullets peirced syron and he fell forward. They took Daimons mother and she screamed as they bound her taking her from him. He cried falling to the ground as the crows leader approached him, blade in hand. Syron was down on his knees. "Leave them alone." He cried, blood dripped flowed down his body and onto the grass.
The man approached syron, blade in hand and Daimon just watched. "Well Syron. You were a coward, I truly hate cowards." The silver haired leader laughed. "NO! HES not a coward!" Daimon screamed, his voice louder and colder then his age. The man turned and he knew the man was smiling though he could not see his lips. Then he heard a horrible cruel laughter. "You got balls kid... You live... and look me up one of these days boy." The man removed his hood. Long silver hair and dark violet eyes. The silver haired man was a friend of his fathers who had been in Soldier. "No..." Daimon looked at him as the man thrust his blade through Syrons chest. "Daimon remember me... I am lucian..." He laughed. "Lucian valentine." He spoke lightly as he turned his back.
They took Daimons mother with them though Daimon tried to stop them. They knocked the boy out, and he never saw her again.
~~~~~~
The rest of his young life was filled with trauma he was constantly getting into trouble though he took many small jobs so he could at least live. He would clean peoples homes and polish their weapons, take apart their rifles, do their errands. It paid enough so that he could live. Eventually he joined Shinra. Shinra saw his potential and he enlisted at the age of Sixteen as a Soldier Third class.
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Soldier Third Class
As a member of Soldier his life was incredibly interesting.
He learned the rules, not to take Civilian life which he agreed with unless it was essential to the mission. He had always knew of Sephiroth but he never met the man personally even though he was a member of Soldier while Sephiroth was a 1st Class Soldier. Though he saw very few battles the ones that he did see he made a difference in and his superiors took note of this.
He was often seen leading slaughters of hundreds upon hundreds of the Wutai, Shinras enemy at the time. He also fought against Avalanche had a great success at stopping them at two reactors. Though he killed very few of their members he was successful in protecting the reactors. He was so well known in his ability in swordsmanship that it was said he was Shinras newest and brightest Soldier 3rd class.
Time passed and he was promoted at the age of 18.
However by this time Sephiroth had already left Shinra, and had not been seen for a long time. He wondered how a hero like sephiroth could just leave but he knew the war was over. He never learned of what sephiroth did, he never learned that sephiroth destroyed an entire villlage of people. That city was rebuilt and very few ever knew what happened. Shinra paid so no one knew.
Daimon wished that he could have known the great war hero before he left. He left them and they seeked a new hero. They begged for one, though no one could take his place. Daimon struggled to become stronger and stronger and his skill with a blade became greater then any other Soldiers.
He was finally granted the title of 1st class Soldier at the age of 21. He has been a 1st class Soldier ever since. He is often compared to Sephiroth in his terms of skill with a blade. Although he wields two swords, a longsword which goes behind his back, horizontally, just over his lower back and a broadsword which hangs on his back with the handle just over his shoulder. He is skilled in both blades and can use both at once, swinging them as if they weigh nothing.
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Spin faster shouting out loud
You can't steal whats paid for
Such something hurting again
Murder son she's painful
The darkness was upon the silver haired Soldier as he walked. The moonlight was his only source of light. He was outside of edge in the forest. He walked and walked and walked. He just felt like he needed to get out. He felt like the whole world was counting on him. He knew that he would have a mission coming up very very soon. He would be required to hunt down Cloud and kill him. He did not look forward to it. Hunting cloud down meant that he would have to fight the guy, he personally respected cloud though the man could never even make it to Soldier at the time. He knew of cloud because he read a report that he was a guard for Sephiroth and that he should be taken very seriously. He also worked with Avalanche and fought against Shinra not to long ago. Though the man seemed to be notorious for his exploits in Junon and presidents Rufus's admiration of him.
He did not exactly have to fight and kill cloud.
He had to persuade him. If Cloud refused then he would have to kill him. He knew... Cloud would refuse. Cloud did not seem like the type of guy who just gave up and helped Shinra, though he would have his life if he did refuse.
Cloud and him were brothers after all. In order to become a Member of Soldier one must have the Jenova cells injected into their physical body. It's a prerequisite of becoming a 3rd class Soldier. Cloud was kept in a chamber along with another soldier and both were injected with the Jenova cells. "Zack." he mused. That was the other soldiers name. The soldier who died for Cloud. How interesting this would be.
He was also to speak to Tifa, perhaps she could convince Cloud.
Perhaps he should speak to her first. To tell her that they need him. They need them to co-operate now. They could co-operate, there was a way in which Cloud could serve his people, his friends and protect them just like Daimon wanted to protect his own people.
Daimon walked now slowing to a halt as he saw a man with black hair leaning against a tree. "Strange to be out in the middle of the night in the forest." Daimon mused. "yes, it is, I was collecting herbs, whats your excuse?" The black haired man asked, his eyes were as a cold as night. Daimon smiled softly running his hand through his hair. "I'm walking, or did you not catch that?" He asked. The black haired man walked toward him.
"Your A member of Shinra arent you?" The man asked interpreting him, his eyes rather cold.
"A member of Soldier." stated Daimon. Daimon ran his hand through his hair moving it out of his silver eyes. The two of them were only 3 feet away. The mans eyes lit up at this. "Shinra... the destroyers of the planet..." As the man ended his sentence Daimon sliced through him slicing him in half. "The company who saved the planet." Corrected Daimon as one would correct a child. He wiped the blood off of his cheek and turned his back on the corpse continuing his midnight walk.
When you try - don't try to say you won't
Try to crawl into my head
When you cry - cause it's all built up inside
Your tears already said - already said
