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EDIT: some things had to change, no snow allowed yet.

12 hours put into the picture and its my best one yet, lets add some more time thinking up bio information...

◊ Name: Anzu
(Total xp so far - 1900)
◊ Age: 287 (if oldest demon was 4500 i guess hes kinda young?)

◊ Gender: Male.

◊ Height: right at that nice even 6 foot marker.

◊ Kingdom: Acedia (Sloth)

◊ Element: Water (Snow hopefully)

◊ Rank: Lesser so far.

◊ Occupation: Wanderer/Ranger/Scout i guess? Often out walking in the wilderness perfectly capable of hunting for his own food.

◊ Abilities:
Bestial Combat - After spending most of his time out in the wilds of Acedia surviving harsh conditions and multiple encounters with "monstrous" wild Demons he has gotten in touch with the more primal aspects of his heritage. He is very capable fighting unarmed and has absolutely no qualms about ripping someones throat out and painting his beloved white snow with the bright red of fresh blood.

◊ Personality: Very Quiet, to the point where he almost never talks he is like winter itself, cold and uncaring about most of the things that living creatures are worried about, fasion, ambition, and companionship are useless and unneeded distractions. Though very intelligent he tends to think more deeply and slowly than most, making him awkward and clumsy in the fast paced hustle and bustle of city life. Though normally calm and aloof, when he is angered he becomes as an avalanche, Exceedingly fast, destroying anything that gets in his way without mercy.

S T A T S:
Lust: ◆ ◆ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇
Gluttony: ◆ ◆ ◆ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇
Greed: ◆ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇
Sloth: ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◇
Wrath: ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇
Envy: ◆ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇
Pride: ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

◊ History: (a lot of thought went into this... so please let me know what you think)
A small hand waved unnoticed out from the blankets of the crib in the corner of the small secluded cabin. All was quiet, snow piling up outside the window, steady breathing coming from the large bed where two bundled forms slept unaware of danger close by. Some fifty feet away, standing in quickly melting snow a large hudled shape sniffed the air. It could smell smoke, wonderous smoke, another sign of heat in this cold unforgiving landscape. It had been following the smell for the past couple minutes noting the small signs of habitation close at hand, a packed snow trail down to the nearby stream, a small woodshed filled to the brim with carefully stacked logs, and the shadowy outlines of a couple of small buildings showing through pale moonlit night. He stalked closer, the packed snow making it easy to climb over the outlying fence that sat between him and his prey, the wood where he touched it smoked and cracked from intense heat. The smell of Damp Fur, Hay, and leather pooled around the small barn to the left of the cabin, livestock... If all went well tonight he wouldnt need to hunt for a week. He Stalked Closer, moving silently along the side of the cabin he brushed one finger across the wall, the wood began to burn. It was time, this was his favorite part, fangs parted in anticipation and long strings of saliva dripped down steaming as they hit the ground. He called upon his magic, letting it slowly build in him, loving the slow heat as it warmed his chilled bones. He reached out...

The larger of the two bodies in the bed stirred restlessly. Elias opened his bleary sleep filled eyes and wondered what might have woken him, he worked long hard days and it was not often that he would wake in the middle of the night. Looking around all seemed normal, his wife, love of his life, the other half of his world, was curled up close to his body. All was quiet. Carefully moving blankets aside he slid out of bed and shivering wrapped a fur lined cloak around himself. Noting the muffled sounds coming from the corner he turned and walked quietly over the crib he had made for Rhana and the child. It did not surprise him that the child was awake, it hardly ever slept at all. He chuckled quietly as he looked down at his son, so small... and of course, he had kicked off all of his blankets again. At first he had worried the boy would catch cold, but that fear soon disapeared as the child rolled around and explored the snow covered grounds surrounding the house showing no signs that it affected him at all. Elias looked up once more, again searching for what could have woke him. The fire had burned low in the fireplace smoke trailing lazily up the chimney. He took a deep breath and turned back towards the bed. He froze, the smell of woodsmoke was too strong, the fire was nearly out there shouldnt be this much smoke. A small glow started to show through the windows followed by a huge explosion.

Touching the front door with his two gnarled hands the demon outside let all of his magic loose. A great explosion ripped through the night air as the front of the cabin blew apart. He howled to the sky ripping debri out of his way and moving into the remains of the smouldering building. Moving through the thick smoke he Found his first victim. a man it seemed, Large splinters of wood sticking out of his heaving chest, he coughed and choking on the blood filling his throat rasped out "Rh..RHana.." he started to slowly pull himself towards what appeared to be a large bed. The fire was spreading, Consuming wood, blankets, furs, rugs, and anything else in its path. The Demon Laughed and reaching down caught a hold of the man by the throat, he could feel the slowly fading beat of his heart against his fingers. The man screamed, the smell of burning flesh filled the air as the skin around the demons fingers began to boil. A small form rose from the bed and let out a heartrenching scream, in the next instant the demon was hit with a veritable avalanche of snow that lifted him and sent him flying from the man. He hit the cold ground some 20 feet from the remains of the cabin, the air knocked out of his lungs. He looked up in time to see a flash of long white hair then he knew no more.

Rhana Stood looking down at the red blotch of snow that had been the demon. She was broken, her mind completely empty, a shell of her former self. Seeing Elias, blood soaked and screaming in the hands of that monster had awoken something in her. The great power that had swept over her and taken control of her body slowly seeped out of her now weak limbs. She sank to the snow, tears streaming down her face. she sat there in the cold for hours, the wailing of a small child going on unnoticed behind her.

Anzu was obviously the child in the crib, the rest of his history is mostly "unknown" but for you folks who are interested im imagining that the Marchosias of Acedia stumbled across this scene on one of his Patrols. He found what looked like the remains of three unknown demons and a small child. One of the deceased was a man who suffered from severe burns and multiple puncture wounds, another a woman who appeared to have lost the will to live and died next to the last, a large blotch of bloodied snow that looked to be in the general shape of a third demon. Collecting the child his patrol returned through the fangs of acedia back to the Demon Kingdom.

◊ Likes / dislikes: Likes - Freshly fallen snow, the crackle of ice underfoot, peace and quiet. Dislikes - Enclosed Areas, Being Stuffy and Warm, Loud or Boisterous Creatures.

◊ Additional Information: Even though you cant see it here he does have a bushy fox like tail. (he is loosely based on an arctic fox)

Anzu Belongs to Me.

Description

EDIT: some things had to change, no snow allowed yet.

12 hours put into the picture and its my best one yet, lets add some more time thinking up bio information...

◊ Name: Anzu
(Total xp so far - 1900)
◊ Age: 287 (if oldest demon was 4500 i guess hes kinda young?)

◊ Gender: Male.

◊ Height: right at that nice even 6 foot marker.

◊ Kingdom: Acedia (Sloth)

◊ Element: Water (Snow hopefully)

◊ Rank: Lesser so far.

◊ Occupation: Wanderer/Ranger/Scout i guess? Often out walking in the wilderness perfectly capable of hunting for his own food.

◊ Abilities:
Bestial Combat - After spending most of his time out in the wilds of Acedia surviving harsh conditions and multiple encounters with "monstrous" wild Demons he has gotten in touch with the more primal aspects of his heritage. He is very capable fighting unarmed and has absolutely no qualms about ripping someones throat out and painting his beloved white snow with the bright red of fresh blood.

◊ Personality: Very Quiet, to the point where he almost never talks he is like winter itself, cold and uncaring about most of the things that living creatures are worried about, fasion, ambition, and companionship are useless and unneeded distractions. Though very intelligent he tends to think more deeply and slowly than most, making him awkward and clumsy in the fast paced hustle and bustle of city life. Though normally calm and aloof, when he is angered he becomes as an avalanche, Exceedingly fast, destroying anything that gets in his way without mercy.

S T A T S:
Lust: ◆ ◆ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇
Gluttony: ◆ ◆ ◆ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇
Greed: ◆ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇
Sloth: ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◇
Wrath: ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇
Envy: ◆ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇
Pride: ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◆ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

◊ History: (a lot of thought went into this... so please let me know what you think)
A small hand waved unnoticed out from the blankets of the crib in the corner of the small secluded cabin. All was quiet, snow piling up outside the window, steady breathing coming from the large bed where two bundled forms slept unaware of danger close by. Some fifty feet away, standing in quickly melting snow a large hudled shape sniffed the air. It could smell smoke, wonderous smoke, another sign of heat in this cold unforgiving landscape. It had been following the smell for the past couple minutes noting the small signs of habitation close at hand, a packed snow trail down to the nearby stream, a small woodshed filled to the brim with carefully stacked logs, and the shadowy outlines of a couple of small buildings showing through pale moonlit night. He stalked closer, the packed snow making it easy to climb over the outlying fence that sat between him and his prey, the wood where he touched it smoked and cracked from intense heat. The smell of Damp Fur, Hay, and leather pooled around the small barn to the left of the cabin, livestock... If all went well tonight he wouldnt need to hunt for a week. He Stalked Closer, moving silently along the side of the cabin he brushed one finger across the wall, the wood began to burn. It was time, this was his favorite part, fangs parted in anticipation and long strings of saliva dripped down steaming as they hit the ground. He called upon his magic, letting it slowly build in him, loving the slow heat as it warmed his chilled bones. He reached out...

The larger of the two bodies in the bed stirred restlessly. Elias opened his bleary sleep filled eyes and wondered what might have woken him, he worked long hard days and it was not often that he would wake in the middle of the night. Looking around all seemed normal, his wife, love of his life, the other half of his world, was curled up close to his body. All was quiet. Carefully moving blankets aside he slid out of bed and shivering wrapped a fur lined cloak around himself. Noting the muffled sounds coming from the corner he turned and walked quietly over the crib he had made for Rhana and the child. It did not surprise him that the child was awake, it hardly ever slept at all. He chuckled quietly as he looked down at his son, so small... and of course, he had kicked off all of his blankets again. At first he had worried the boy would catch cold, but that fear soon disapeared as the child rolled around and explored the snow covered grounds surrounding the house showing no signs that it affected him at all. Elias looked up once more, again searching for what could have woke him. The fire had burned low in the fireplace smoke trailing lazily up the chimney. He took a deep breath and turned back towards the bed. He froze, the smell of woodsmoke was too strong, the fire was nearly out there shouldnt be this much smoke. A small glow started to show through the windows followed by a huge explosion.

Touching the front door with his two gnarled hands the demon outside let all of his magic loose. A great explosion ripped through the night air as the front of the cabin blew apart. He howled to the sky ripping debri out of his way and moving into the remains of the smouldering building. Moving through the thick smoke he Found his first victim. a man it seemed, Large splinters of wood sticking out of his heaving chest, he coughed and choking on the blood filling his throat rasped out "Rh..RHana.." he started to slowly pull himself towards what appeared to be a large bed. The fire was spreading, Consuming wood, blankets, furs, rugs, and anything else in its path. The Demon Laughed and reaching down caught a hold of the man by the throat, he could feel the slowly fading beat of his heart against his fingers. The man screamed, the smell of burning flesh filled the air as the skin around the demons fingers began to boil. A small form rose from the bed and let out a heartrenching scream, in the next instant the demon was hit with a veritable avalanche of snow that lifted him and sent him flying from the man. He hit the cold ground some 20 feet from the remains of the cabin, the air knocked out of his lungs. He looked up in time to see a flash of long white hair then he knew no more.

Rhana Stood looking down at the red blotch of snow that had been the demon. She was broken, her mind completely empty, a shell of her former self. Seeing Elias, blood soaked and screaming in the hands of that monster had awoken something in her. The great power that had swept over her and taken control of her body slowly seeped out of her now weak limbs. She sank to the snow, tears streaming down her face. she sat there in the cold for hours, the wailing of a small child going on unnoticed behind her.

Anzu was obviously the child in the crib, the rest of his history is mostly "unknown" but for you folks who are interested im imagining that the Marchosias of Acedia stumbled across this scene on one of his Patrols. He found what looked like the remains of three unknown demons and a small child. One of the deceased was a man who suffered from severe burns and multiple puncture wounds, another a woman who appeared to have lost the will to live and died next to the last, a large blotch of bloodied snow that looked to be in the general shape of a third demon. Collecting the child his patrol returned through the fangs of acedia back to the Demon Kingdom.

◊ Likes / dislikes: Likes - Freshly fallen snow, the crackle of ice underfoot, peace and quiet. Dislikes - Enclosed Areas, Being Stuffy and Warm, Loud or Boisterous Creatures.

◊ Additional Information: Even though you cant see it here he does have a bushy fox like tail. (he is loosely based on an arctic fox)

Anzu Belongs to Me.