Name: Ezekiel Balrog
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Occupation: Criminal/Future Sun King
Contract:
Hades 666: Ezekiel’s contract is one that would cause people to believe he is the devil incarnate. An eerie, demon-like energy flows through his body. He can manipulate that energy freely. Creating objects out of that energy or firing it off like a Kamehameha. He can use it to shield himself from attacks or to allow himself to fly. As a side product, he is cold to the touch and you can almost feel the energy he has touching you as though cold fingers were examining your body. Lastly, he as the ability to use his demonic energy like an aura to either break your will into fear or bind you into a contract that you must fulfill, with consequences varying from death to other things.
History:
Ezekiel was born rather privileged. Both of this parents were accomplished members of their districts with his mother being a financial guru of Xide while his father was a high semi-high ranking member of Sarkose. Due to the duties of his parents, Ezekiel rarely spent time with his parents. Seeing either one of them seemed like a holiday and when both were there, it was like a miracle. To everyone but Ezekiel.
You see, Ezekiel was a child that never really felt like he belonged. He felt like he was confined and caged up. This was not a metaphor relating to living in the Stahlwelt but, was him feeling like he was meant to do more than he was already doing. Going to school to learn about financial matters or getting self-defense lessons every day was all cool in his mind but, he did not want to grow up JUST to inherit a business from his mother or to join the rank UNDER his father’s lead until Col. Balrog died or retired. In his mind, his destiny was his to choose and his existence eclipsed all others that lived. Ezekiel, in his mind, only wanted one thing in his life…to become the Sun King himself. However, his dream would not be realized until he got rid of the barriers preventing him from moving on.
It was his birthday and he was finally tasked with the decision of choosing the path of finance or a life of a military man. His parents both showed up and showed him tons of affection, in which he returned to them. He did not hate his parents at all in fact, he was very thankful to them for providing him with so much knowledge and training with their money and fame. They threw a grand party with many people that Ezekiel knew and had never seen before being present. Some of his classmates came because their parents were friends with his own but none of them were really friends.
The next day, his parents invited him into a room where they stood on either end and only asked one question “Choose”. He looked over to his mom and then his dad. There was a choice that needed to be made. Ezekiel looked over to them both one more time before looking straight ahead and smiling, “I already made up my mind before came yesterday.” Ezekiel then turned his head to his mother. “I’m sorry mom.” He turned towards his father and headed towards his pops. Col. Balrog stood there with his arms open with a father’s joy pouring from his kool-aid smile that only showed itself when a parent is proud of their child. The two shared a warm embrace for a moment. Ezekiel had made his mind up as a man and was ready to take his next step in life.
“I’m also sorry dad.”
Everything went black for the Col. There was a hole where his vital organs used to be that lead through the door causing uproar due to the sound of the blast. As his father fell to the ground, he summoned a hand that grabbed his mother and crushed her body. All of her bones were broken and she could do nothing but look around and cry. Ezekiel walked over slowly to her and sat down. He held her in his arms as she cried hysterically from both emotional and physical pain. Her world was shattering right in front of her and her son was the wrecking ball who was doing it.
She looked up at him as he held her tightly, looked back at her husband and then back at him and asked “Why??” with the weakest voice one could muster. Ezekiel looked at her and smiled and responded, “Because your purpose for living has been completed. You gave birth to me and gave me all of the tools I needed to succeed in life. All you can do now is get in my way. So rest eternally and may God keep your soul.” With that he pulls out a gun and pulls the trigger. That was the first time his contract was released.
Needless to say, he was arrested and charged with the crime he committed. There he laid in wait for the time for when he would be able to make his escape. The time where he would begin his march towards his destiny. Good thing the Sun Brigade decided to recruit from anyone and anybody and he had been an angel while in prison so he was granted freedom while under strict supervision to ensure Ezekiel does not break the terms of his release. The government took every measure to ensure they could foil any plans of Balrog. Or was he the one manipulating them? Who knows cause this was poorly written.
Skills:
Instinct [2]
Prince Charming[4]
Elemental Magic (Fire)[5]
Weapon Proficiency(Swords)(Guns)[2][2]
Reality Marble(Real Hell)[15]: This reality marble is a world where it feels like hell. Fire and brimstone spurt about everywhere. The sound of souls screaming are heard everywhere and demons fly about. In this word, the person who enters this place is set on fire and tortured as if they were sent to hell. You are constantly burning over and over. This world was not created to kill a person but to break them down through pain and suffering.
High Speed Aria[Free]
Weapon: who give an ex con a special weapon?
Inventory: who gives an ex con anything but clothes and food? Who even does that?
Cassandra is a battle android developed as something of a supervisor for criminals who were released on behalf of recruitment by the military academy for the Sun Brigade. While there are multiple androids that are similar to Cassandra, she herself had been assigned to you, the prisoner, and as such, she is pretty much your personal warrior, who will fight to protect you and provide a sense of companionship, especially in an environment where it can be assumed you will be incredibly isolated.
But she’s also programmed to execute you should you break your contract, so be careful with what you order her to do.
Theme: [Because I need to find the right one]