Feb 28, 2022 15:45:03 GMT -5
Post by Saint 'Ziminar' Vitus on Feb 28, 2022 15:45:03 GMT -5
Name: 'Saint' Vitus Ziminar.
Name Explanation: Saint Vitus wasn't an actual saint but he was considered to be the 'patron saint' of dancing and partying. And more importantly, during the middle ages there was a sudden case of 'dancing mania'-people dancing widlly on the streets, numbering in the hundreds to thousands, till they collapsed from exhaustion or damn died. And it was called St. Vitus's disease. Ziminar's one of the theological demons in the "Key to Solomon" Grimoire. He stated to be one of the four kings of hell.
I picked Saint Vitus Ziminar because:
- It's odd and misleading, if you didn't know better you'd think it wasn't a demon, or at least not a bad guy. Which suits a trickster demon.
- The fact that his name references partying and dancing until you literally die against your will is a morbid reference to his personality. Ziminar's a funny guy and he loves to terrify and torment people for his amusement; he's a total agent of chaos.
- He's a prideful son-of-a-bitch so calling himself 'King' works.
Age: At least hundreds of years old. "Honestly, I've long but forgotten!"
Starting Planet: Earth.
Race: Demon.
Transformation Path: Demon Path.
Racial Traits: Interdimensional Transition, Looters, Makyo Powers.
Items: None.
Fighting Style: Balanced Fighter.
Sexuality: "Wouldn't you like to know?" Pansexual.
Appearance: Vitus Ziminar is a very strange looking demon, having only vaguely humanoid features. By default, the demon appears to be a large, black-and-purplish poltergeist, with no facial features other than a very animated set of eyes and a mouth, with a neat little hat to round off his cartoonish appearance. However, Vitus possesses some shapeshifting capabilities-while not able to change the colour of his body, he can bend and stretch in ways that defy physics, and can transform his simple body into a mass of flailing tentacles if need be. Consider it an 'octopus' form! Vitus's size depends on his mood (he is a shapeshifter), but he is pretty damn big; at most, a few times greater than cars.
Reference Pictures: Here.
Goals:
- Find all the dragon balls so that he can revive his friends
- Figure out what to do next! The universe is boiling over, now's the time to act.
- Cause mayhem across the universe with beans and a smile.
Personality Traits:
- Arrogant: Saint Vitus Ziminar, like any good warrior, is rather proud of his ability to fight and, more importantly, entertain! He isn't stupid, though; Ziminar knows when he's lost and when he's out of his element. If he didn't, then the demon realm would've made short work of him.
- Mischievous: Like practically all demons before him, Ziminar is naughty before all else. Messing with the natural order of things is second nature for him, to the point where he's incorporated his trickiness into most aspects of his life-even in combat, he focuses on exploiting and messing with his enemies in any ways he can. Sometimes, this mischief is expressed in pranks and cruel jokes; otherwise, he uses it to mercilessly torment those in his way.
- Light-hearted: He has a shockingly high aptitude for entertaining people in any situation, even if it's life or death! Even in his most serious moments it can be difficult to take him 100% seriously, and he tends to use humour like a swiss-army knife; it could hurt and it can help.
- Chaotic: It's immensely difficult to get a read on Ziminar, from combat to social life to simply tracking the flow of a conversation. His devilishly inventive and mischievous mind doesn't help, either; additionally, Ziminar considers his uncertainty "another part of the charm"!
- Flamboyant: Last but not least, Ziminar is a ridiculously dramatic and over-the-top demon, and he can easily drive people to insanity through nothing but casual conversation and bad jokes. Even when engaged in combat, he's no less flashy; Ziminar is a hard person to forget.
Quirks:
- Oddly polite, in his own ridiculous, inconsistent manner. Ziminar hates to break promises he's made, so he doesn't make any.
- While not outright 'kind' or 'sympathetic', holds quite a bit more compassion than most people realize, and even has lines that he wouldn't cross for a joke (even if those lines are zig-zaggy).
- Isn't a big fan of the U.S.D. or the P.T.O.
Fatal Flaw: His identity, without a shadow of doubt. He loathes and hates the demon realm, yet he's so much like them. He thinks that demons are pitiful garbage, yet his best friends were all demonic. Ziminar has no idea where his allegiance lies or where he should be headed-and he's going to find out, even if it kills you.
Loves: Above all else, Ziminar cherishes his long-lost Marauders, and his experiences with them are what shape him to this day.
Hates: Ziminar can't put into words how much he hates the demon realm-yet there's more to him than that. For as half-cruel and mischievous as he can be, Ziminar always makes sure to have some sort of limit to his trickery. He's a jester, not a bully. Sometimes.
History: "I lived, then my friends died, then I escaped. The end! No need for that pesky detail!"
"...you're very nosy, you know?"
The demon realm. An infernal hellhole from your worst nightmares, it a never-ending bloodbath of despotism and cruelty. Even with a universe as vast as ours, you'd be damned to find a place that was worse; many preferred the delightful feeling of cold, dead space. Amidst the eternal anarchy of the realm was it's single, sacred rule: kill or be killed! And Ziminar knew this lesson all too well; merely a week after he was born, his parents lives were ended in a fight. And that was just the start!
As if his luck couldn't get any worse, it turned out that Ziminar was pitifully weak by the standards of demons, and was relegated to the nonstop role of being entertainment. Greater demons practically gorged themselves on tormenting Ziminar; not a day passed without them creating a new form of torture. You'd think after a few decades that they would get bored, but what saved Ziminar wasn't time, but the key to surviving in the demon realm: buddying up!
The Marauders were a charade of demons that, while weak on their own, could put up quite a fight together, and Ziminar latched unto them like glue. While there were many such factions in the depths of the demon realm, the Marauders were very distinct-they actually liked each other enough to not breakup as fast as they formed! Of course, they weren't perfect-Amaymon was a humourless sob, Corson was obsessed with perfecting magic, and Gaap wasn't much nicer than their adversaries-but Ziminar couldn't imagine asking for a better crew.
Eventually though, the Marauders grew sick of the demon realm. Sure, they could survive, but they were pretty sure literally anywhere was a better place than their home, and Corson was beginning to master interdimensional travel! The Marauders plan, unfortunately, didn't account for the fact that demons were fond of their subjects-it wasn't any fun to rule a kingdom with nobody in it-and thus, their attempts to travel in-between realms was met with a party far stronger than their own. And sure, they could just cut it and run, survive another day, but they were done surviving, and decided to fight. And at the end of the day, while the portal was made, only Ziminar was alive to go through it. All that work to get here, but his friends were dead anyways...
It's been more than a century since Ziminar had made it to the mortal realm. Despite all that he had suffered in the demon realm, his favorite habit was still terrorizing and bothering those weaker than him, all for his own morbid pleasures-yet he was still different. For all the trouble that he'd go on to cause, his antics were far less malevolent than the typical demon's. Hell, every once in a while he'd do something kind, all while mumbling about some weirdos named Ama, Cor and Gaap. Life was so much funnier up there than it was in the demon realm, and yet Ziminar still felt like it was lacking. With that, he decided on a new goal of his; to figure out what to do next! Only so long you can torment humans before it gets boring, you know?
Techniques: Vitus's techniques are tricky, ridiculous and so very him. He makes excellent use of his mystical talents, with a majority of his techniques being spells that boggle the senses and break down the body! The demon also takes advantage of his unique physiology in battle, using his powers of stretching, compressing and even shapeshifting to great effect. Expect things to get weird. 6/6 TP.
[ST] Flight: Apart from transforming into an avian creature, Ziminar can take to the skies using the combined powers of ki and magic! The demon realm's a big place-you wouldn't want to travel on foot.
[ST] Ki Sense: Ziminar can detect the life forces of almost any individual simply by focusing a little. Quite useful for sneaking around places.
[OT2] Wicked Whirlwind: With a storm of darkness swirling around him, Vitus swallows his foes in flames and fury, ideally to reduce them to cinders.
[OT1] Will of the Wisps: He can use his magical capabilities to create intense, blue fires from seemingly nothing! While most of the time these wisps are simply normal embers, Ziminar can infuse them with large amounts of ki before hurling them at his foes!
[DT] Unholy Shield: While Ziminar doesn't like being on the defensive, he knows better than to avoid it. He can use his shape-shfiting powers to temporarily create a shield of swirling black and purple around him, reducing the damage he receives.
"God, I was gonna kill someone if that call continued!"
Floating next to a phone booth with a complete ignorance of his surroundings was a delighted-looking Ziminar, whose 'tail' waved through the nearby North City road, single-handedly drawing traffic to a stop while he talked on the phone. Next to the demon was a pale and elderly little lady, one that stood patiently behind Ziminar by the phone booth. "Damn those bureaucratic brats and their ludicrous questions!" cried out a furious, spinning Ziminar, whose voice radiated with an otherworldly echo that made his voice part extravagant, part handsome and part devilish. " 'What's your age?' 'What's your sexuality?' 'What's your history?' And they want me for TOMORROW's meeting! These character applications are a crime, I say-well goodness, I'm sorry."
Interrupted?! Ziminar pondered with a scowl on his face, nearly knocking over a car or two as he turned around and dashed away to find the rude mortal. To the demon, he was simply looking for the source of his annoyance; to the citizens of North City, this was the start of an apocalypse, a great, big, shadow thing screaming in oddly human terms while (somewhat) accidentally causing havoc. It took Ziminar several seconds of searching before he realized that the source of annoyance was literally right next to him...
"Oh, I'm so sorry dear—troubles with the door?" She asked in a kind and calm manner towards the raging demon, standing patiently in front of him while the rest of the road fled. Ziminar—Ziminar's mind came to an abrupt stop while he tried to figure out what to make of this woman. Was she holding back her power, hence the confidence that she brought? 'Come on, she's an ancient woman!' Was she totally insane and just thought he was a weirdly shaped dog? 'How'd a mortal survive decades THAT crazy?' Was she just half-blind and half-death?
IS she just half-blind and half-deaf...?
Ziminar began to frantically wave his hellish appendages, taking note of her reactions-or rather, the lack of them. A gigantic, shadowy poltergeist spinning around the air would've been enough to scare the best of us, but the old lady just chuckled a little, drawing an exasperated sigh from the demon. Yes, she literally couldn't see him, but that was no excuse to not be afraid! "The door? I've got greater bones to pick than a damned entrance, and so do yo-"
"Good luck with your dog's bone," she suggested softly while cutting off the demon, before turning away from the door and walking away, infuriating Vitus in a way that he didn't know possible. But just as he was about to take flight, to complain somewhere else about the madness of bureaucracy, he thought about something for a moment. Say this lady was blind enough to barely see him-how would she fare in traffic?
Who cares? Vitus thought to himself with a scowl as he divebombed the road to try and save the lady.
Turns out, the sudden manifestation of a demon threw the road into a frenzied panic, a panic that wouldn't care for a little lady like that-but for some inexplicable reason, Ziminar swooped and swerved through dozens of cars in an attempt to save the annoying git. Protect the lady without shocking her to death, get rid of traffic without getting rid of people, do all of that before he was late for the next application-days like this made hell look like heaven! However, armed with rage, determination and a lot of old-lady luck, Ziminar managed to pull it off, saving her with only minor chaos!
"Oh, t-thank you for the assistance, dear," she complimented with a curt cough, not at all aware of what had really happened. "Please, what is your name?" she asked kindly, but before he could even respond, the old lady pulled out her purse and (attempted) to give a wordless Ziminar a dollar. "You're a saint. Good luck with those applications!"
"Rrrright."
Vitus looked at the dollar, then the distant lady, then the dollar again, and promptly burnt his compensation to cinders. "This planet's a joke-and I'm the punchline, aren't I?"
