Aravad the Despoiler

[Aravad]

DOSSIER: RITUALIST


”Tsjetsjenske hvalross puppene.”

BASIC DETAILS

NAME:
"Aravad"

AGE:
32 years old.

GENDER:
Has a junk last he checked, so male.

NATIONALITY:
Norwegian.

BIRTHPLACE:
Oslo, Norway. (Inferis in reality)

BIRTHDATE:
September 19th.

PICTURE:

Spoiler:

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PERSONAL DETAILS

DESCRIPTION:
He is just a guy, who has white hair, or probably blond. Nobody is really sure. He is mysterious like that. Wears a pair of shades, so nobody knows what his eye colors are, even has a pair of shades in his passport, since apparently NOBODY asks him to take off his shades, and that is counted as legit. Most people think he might be blind or something, or maybe a closeted pervert, or a pedophile. He has the whole look that he actually drives a windowless van and watches kids, even though he DOES NOT. People are fuckers like that. Wears a trench coat, a sweater, usually with rolled up sleeves, a pair of pants, and jackboots that overlaps the pants and reaches up to his knees. They are all black. Also wears a pair of gloves, and looks very cool. He has a gaunt face, and a pale disposition. Claims to hate the sun. Has an awesome collection in his coat, keeps loads of things concealed there. Also, very mysterious if that wasn't clear the first time. Also has a huge bulge on his crotch area, like 50 centimeters. He keeps a banana there in case he ever gets hungry for safe keeping so he can smuggle it around, also his genital, which contributes to the space obviously, as in a MAJORITY. His appearance more or less in Inferis is the same, which either says he has a REALLY STRONG willpower to see himself as human, or that his power makes him human, or he is a VERY unimaginative sort of chap, whom cannot envision a stronger version of himself besides the one he embodies. REAL CREATIVE.

PERSONALITY:
Aravad is a weirdo. He is damaged in a way that he is rather empty inside, doesn't really feel a lot which makes him appear mellowed. Having a hard time expressing himself at least by expression as he does not really show it a lot. It feels as if the color of his world has been robbed away, given the experiences he had, which made him rather distanced from his expression. Or maybe deep down inside, he is just really happy and doesn't show it? If so, he is probably the best poker faced player around. On an unrelated note, he actually does swimmingly well in poker, as in he wins A LOT, on unrelated notes. Though despite what strange eccentric light he carries himself in, he has a pride in himself as a practitioner of the ancient arts. Unlike other ritualists, he sees not the potential in possessing demons or making contracts and pacts with them as it is short sighted, but INTELLIGENTLY sees the worth in investing within magic or the power of Inferis itself. REALLY, he doesn't see much worth in it, in fact, he seems rather distanced as a result, but intellectual because of it. Having a lot of time within solitude, he has a lot of time to actually contemplate in a world of assholes and retards, finding himself alone, or more like get shit done, or maybe just have a good old fashioned time. He isn't judging, unless he is. He isn't sure at all, his mind is delusional sometimes, mixed up with messages that are just too weird, like a fracture of glasses stapled together all wrong. Very strange. Actually what the Hell? He gets some VERY disturbing ideas from time to time, and he doesn't seem bothered by it AT ALL. In fact, he is a very strange and demented individual, very weird in every ways considered, or normal on a good day. Blame demonic possessions and the upbringing he went through.

As of recently, he has gained a savvy idea adept at gauging things, and reading people as he has come to remain detached from the world in his own nuanced way. But as a shortcoming, Aravad's recent social cunning was hampered by strange fluctuating of emotions, and harder to evoke mirth, becoming further stoic if not outright apathetic as he has come to feel desensitized to general emotion from within, and empathy as a result of his transition to gain more power that were not of his own doing.

HISTORY:
Aravad's story starts at school, where he was the normal guy, who is minding his own business. As it happens, there was this other boy named Timmy, that began having hallucinations and nightmares over demons, and over some other crap like turning his head around 360 degrees, which was perfectly normal to Aravad. He wasn't really disturbed or anything, just did his homework, dated his girlfriend, and had a jolly fun time in high school. He wasn't a mentally retard who picks up a fight with EVERY SINGLE person in high school. Anyways, life was all good and that till HE started getting nightmares for SOME reason, AS WELL as nocturnal emissions. Some dream over a succubus that wants in his pants, only to find out that she is in fact fat, which horrified him so much to awaken. He doesn't know what came over him, but everyday his dreams were getting worse and worse, to a point he couldn't sleep. He learnt that Timmy wasn't getting nightmares anymore, apparently from his retard prattle, he made some sort of pact as he bragged to everyone that to make another person's life miserable that he hated with nightmares.

Realizing without a second thought what that entailed as that little traitorous douche sold him out somehow, Aravad got FURIOUS, and went there and BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF TIMMY. Kicked his ass, smashed his face on several desks, then left school the very next day. Apparently his parents deemed him insane, especially considering the volume of nocturnal emissions he has been guzzling whenever he wakes up, and reasoned something must be very wrong with his brain. Not even considering the merits of his past, he was merely placed in a mental hospital. Apparently the damage he made on Timmy was so much that he had to be hospitalized, and for some WEAK ASS REASON, he was placed there to avoid getting sued, and Timmy apparently was happy for that as he convinced his Norwegian parents otherwise. Years passed as Aravad's nightmares got weirder and more like LSD, that he started to enjoy them, but somehow he felt more bleak every time. As if the color in his world was sapped and he found his emotions harder and harder to evoke naturally, that he had to emulate them. Losing empathy as time goes, learning after some years his girlfriend dumped him for Timmy, which actually evoked a natural response of RAGE while he was in the mental asylum. From that rage was born fire, that he was capable of spewing out. From that skill, for some reason, he had set fire to his room as if it was an extension of himself. He heard sweet whispers about getting powers like never imagined, but he was TOO PISSED to even notice.

While amidst the fire spawned from his room, he managed to run out after the wards ran in to put it out, set fire to everything else, and eventually escaped by setting fire to pretty much the whole mental asylum, where everyone was evacuated by the firemen that arrived to the scene. He took that opportunity to strip off of his mental patient's gown, and run in his skivvies in winter time, and it was COLD AS FUCK. Knowing Norway from the back of his hand as he used to go past this road a lot for mountain hiking with his parents, whom were avid hikers, he ran in sheer fury, not tiring as his heart was pumped with adrenaline, for the past 30 kilometers, to Timmy's house, where he got his final revenge by beating the SHIT OUT OF TIMMY, and setting him on fire. He also killed Timmy's parents, and felt nothing about it but RAGE. Till it died down, and he felt at peace with himself, till he realized how much of a trouble he MAY find himself in if he actually stays around so... he actually took the clothes from the armoire, put on his trademark stuff, robbed the cash, set the house on fire and left. On the road ever since never to look back as the years went by where he was just a wayward traveler who made money off of wizard tricks and all that jazz. Coming across a lot of misadventures, while mastering his skills in the later years as he ignored most temptations the talking voices tried to offer, since it was pretty stupid, and he OFTEN knew that these entities were a lot like lawyers, they would fuck him out of his cash. POINT BEING, he awakened his abilities from some mysterious infernal circumstances, got shit done, got away, and probably the cops think it is an arson case since he attacked them in the dead of night where there were no witnesses. And made sure to sneak away likewise. He had a lot of misadventures in Europe, going all around, as he made sure to steal his passport and through some lucky circumstances, actually come across a Polish guy whom he accused of being a forgery expert, whom said Polish guy accused him of being racist, where the Norwegian Arvard just called him a criminal anyways, and he should do his forgery, where the Polish guy cracked under pressure, and decided to give him a fake passport pro bono, off of a guy who looks a lot similar like him in Norway, except he doesn't travel a lot. TALK ABOUT LUCKY. It is as if the fates itself had aligned into being one convenient basket right after Aravad's inconvenient suffering and supposed insanity as his parents reasoned earlier ALSO because he explained that there are voices in his head plaguing his nightmares.

Though unknown to him, his REAL parents were in fact a ritualist and a Succubus that consummated in Inferis to bring about a union in which Aravad was born. The father killed on the spot and the human child's fate consigned to Earth and rejected from Inferis by his mother, spurred by a sense pity rather than mercy if anything, and also hate over the weak. He was adopted in Norway, and that is how he has come to be bonded unwillingly with his mother. Aravad is not aware, but they share a symbiosis, and a telepathic connection albeit very abstract.

Aravad's recent activity extended to something that would invite him into the Fireflies if he were to infiltrate and take part in a recent Ritualist raid on the Vatican. Aravad had acted out in mysterious ways as he has sabotaged the whole thing, so not to allow the Ritualists an advantage, at least those that AREN'T the Fireflies, and to steal some Templar tech as well as compile some dossier towards the staff of the Vatican City. Although they are not Templars, no doubt they can give physical descriptions when kidnapped, or potentially act as pointers giving out names. Whichever the case, the actual capture of a Templar led to releasing valuable tech, as well as information to the Fireflies as Aravad also flew away with a helicopter. To iterate TWO Templars were captured, as well as their effects, and their distinctive helicopter as well. The Fireflies have gotten that edge, and Aravad has gained membership within the secretive organization as part of their inner party. Being trained and given new assignments as he acts out his part as an enigmatic agent. But even then, he looks out striving to fulfill an agenda that remains unknown to even his employers.

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FACTION:
Westboro Baptist Church. He joined for the annual parties they throw, and he won't argue about free tequilas.
Fireflies

SKILLS:
- Really fast reflexes and speed.
- Great strength and resilience.
- Awesome dexterity.
- Sharp senses.
- Knows how to fight and is PRETTY good at it.
- Can predict what may occur based on movement and nuances.
- Unparalleled accuracy.
- Trained to shoot firearms.
- Heightened reflexes.
- He is a red belt in jujitsu, as per his training in the fireflies, with basic in CQC, although his experience makes up for it.

WEAKNESSES:
- Not really secretive about his magic powers.
- Lights up like a beacon in demonic presence due to being an empty host with great potential, at least to their eye sights.
- So sexy, he is almost raped on an annual basis by fat women. It doesn't count as rape around hot chicks.
- Allergic to pickles.
- Is not tech savvy, hence cannot use computers.
- Fearful of strong women, as in deathly afraid.
- Easily seduced.
- Sucker for the ladies.
- Gets dizzy around mayonnaise.
- Really paranoid.
- Personality is harder to evoke as time goes by, and he has to get twice as much mirth just to arouse such feelings.
- Banned in Bhutan for crimes against poultry.
- Not allowed to drive a car in China, EVER.
- Cannot and ever will be able to drive a car for SOME REASON. He has a hex placed on him that SPECIFICALLY impairs his abilities to drive, which always ends in disaster.
- Distinct aura gives the impression something is just WRONG around Aravad. Although what IS wrong is hard to tell, typically it's just something that gives a feeling of uncanny valley with him.
- Emotions fluctuate as of this point, as he grows far more eccentric.

COLOURS:
Speaks Norwegian, English, and Demonic. Recently can now speak Latin and Spanish.

TRIVIA:

- Nobody has ever seen him take off his shades.
- Nobody knows his true name.
- Can kill a goldfish in a span of a second, so beware.
- Has had over 50 subpeonas in Bhutan, never appeared in a single one of them.
- He is known as the Silver Bastard in Bhutan.
- The government of Bhutan considers him enemy of the state.
- Joined the Fireflies as of recently, his true allegiance revealed, but his shadowy agenda remains veiled.

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USER DETAILS

ALIAS:
DOUG.

OTHER CHARACTERS:
Agent Bob, Belial.

ROLEPLAY HISTORY:
Same as the other two.

FACECLAIM:

Code:

[b]BLACK LAGOON[/b] :: [b]LOTTON THE WIZARD[/b]

CUSTOM RANK:
LVL 99 WIZARD

[Lazarus Carter]

This done?

[Aravad]

Yerp.

[Jinhong Jangmi]

I DEEM YOUUUUUU....


















... Approved. :)

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Archive date is August 24th.

[Aravad]

Alright finished. Bumpity bump.

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