Diego Wessiri Andrea is gonna die to try.
HELLO EVERYONE, MY NAME IS
Diego Wessiri Andrea BUT MOST PEOPLE CALL ME
Wes. I’M
Twenty SevenAND I BELONG TO THE
Good Group. I USED TO LIVE IN
Boston BUT NOW ROAM IN
New York. PEOPLE HAVE TOLD ME I LOOK LIKE
Adam BaldwinBUT I REALLY CAN’T SEE IT MYSELF.
HAIR COLOUR: Short Brown hair
EYE COLOUR: Blue
HEIGHT: 6’4”
WEIGHT: 230 lbs
TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS?: Tattoos that take the shape of sickles down each forearm
ANY DISTINGUISHING FEATURES?:A well chiselled looking man; strong jaw and bone structure give rise to his rugged good looks. His nose also gives off the impression of strength, resting upon the centre of his face, but not to huge in size. He has full, red lips, soft to the touch, lips that are unlike that of most males.He has a strong body in size; he has worked hard to make himself look as good as he does body wise. From his arms to his chest, he is muscle, nothing which he would see as to big as it would be deemed to unattractive in his own eyes if he was a man of rippling meat.
LIKES:- Has an undying fondness for war
- Pizza
- The M-4 Carbine rifle, his preferred weapon of choice on the battle ground as he considers it a classic
- The M-249 SAW, for when he absolutely has to kill everybody in the room
- Long walks at dusk
DISLIKES:- Cowards, they are the bane of the earth
- The United States government for calling him back from duty
- Mushrooms or any other food thing that grows from the ground, potatos included
- Rave music, makes the eardrums bleed
- Ultimately good hero’s, he doesn’t believe in them thus doesn’t like the idea of it
STRENGTHS:- Well trained in most combat forms known to the army, unarmed combat, and ballistic combat
- Focused, able to drown out everything around him to focus on a single goal
- Though he may not act like it, he is actually very good at reading people's emotions
- Has very little fear, so will push his body to the limit
- His observation skills are top class as he had trained his site to its mortal peak out on the battle field.
- He is a strong wind manipulator, using the powers granted to him by the demon trapped within his body.
WEAKNESSES:- Tends to underestimate others, which usually bites him in the ass
- He doesn't know the meaning of planning ahead, preferring to do things on the fly.
- His lack of fear is also one of his greatest personal weaknesses, cause he has no fear he pushes his body further than it can physically handle at times which can cause serious injury
- Struggles to talk with people or get close with people without seeing the images of his fallen comrades
- Suffers severe shell shock at times because of his experience in the war, he finds it very hard to let go. Its this which caused him to commit so many murders but it can also leave him on the floor gasping for breath as if he is being suffocated.
FEARS: His biggest fears include dying before he has a chance to atone for the bad he has done in his life, or being so weak that the demon within him will take over his body and cause even more havoc than he ever did in his life.
HABITS/QUIRKS:Drinks and smokes miles to often for his own good, something that only begun after his “rebirth”
PERSONALITY BREAKDOWN: Before going to war he was an extremely friendly and caring person who just wished to do what was best for his country. He was not a man who is quick to anger, but even if he did get angry that rage eases away very quickly, though he can fight if he chose to cause of his military training, he often tried to find a way to avoid it. Not one to drink often, when he did drink he became overly friendly with everyone to the point that it can make people feel uncomfortable so usually avoids it. Willing to go out of his way to make people feel comfortable.
He took to his education very well, learning everything he could about the world, become more and more curious about this beat up world in which he lived. His greatest talents were with a sword and with languages learning around three or four different languages. In sword fighting he had a keen eye for studying opponents and as such found it an easy talent to pick up. Though he knew how to fight, he refused to use his abilities, always thinking to himself “He whom can fight, stays away from the battlefield…” Though he eventually would go against that very rule when he got a call up from his father who was out at the war requesting him to join the military cause America needed all the good men they could get.
The war itself was what changed him. He got through his training very quickly and became adept in warfare much quicker than his father had anticipated and he had joined him out on the battle field. For the first few months of his tour he managed to keep a hold on whom he was, keep the personality that he had before entering the services. He watched out for his comrades and even went as far as to protect as many civilians as he possible could.
That all changed after he was asked to do a mission by his father, something that he knew inside him was very much morally wrong but knew without performing it they would have no chance to win this war without causing more civilian casualties. His personality and his moral code would not allow him to perform the task so he got rid of it, spent nights preparing himself to discard the conscience that he had lived with throughout his life to that point, he discarded the goodness inside of him and convinced himself he was evil so that he wouldn’t have to deal with the guilt of what he had to do.
After he had done his mission, he never let go of the darkness that had tainted his heart and as such began to perform evil deeds. He had little regard for his comrades and just wanted to take every kill for himself. His eyes seemed to darken with hate, blood lust and anger to the point he was eventually sent home but he could never let go, it was his war, he should be out their fighting it, he should be killing and maiming everyone. As such, when he arrived back he kept it up, he kept killing people and felt no guilt for it cause in his mind he was evil, pure evil.
NAME OF RELATIVE | Maya Andrea | AGE |27| RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR CHARACTER |Mother| WHAT DOES YOUR CHARACTER THINK OF THEM? She died giving birth to him and his twin, so he didn’t know her.
NAME OF RELATIVE | Jacen Andrea | AGE |54| RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR CHARACTER |Father| WHAT DOES YOUR CHARACTER THINK OF THEM? Hates his father, but believes him to be dead.
NAME OF RELATIVE |Jaina Andrea| AGE |unknown| RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR CHARACTER |Twin Sister| WHAT DOES YOUR CHARACTER THINK OF THEM? He believes her to of died at the same time of his birth, along with his mother.
OVERALL HISTORY: To say his life started out fair and perfect would be somewhat of an overstatement. His mother was meant to be given birth to twins, himself and a sister. After he had been birthed, his mother had one more child to give birth to, but there was a complication and both Diego’s (who at this point was going by the name Toby) mother and twin sister died, or so he believed, right there on the operating table leaving him a completely alone with his father. The next few months where tough on his father more than they where on him, being to young to actually comprehend what had actually happened on the day of his birth. His father however always seemed to hold some form of resentment for him and ended up leaving him with his aunt when he had got called back up to active duty with the military.
His aunt and uncle where both good caring people who had taken him in happily after being told that there would be no way for his aunt to conceive a child. From there they both stepped in as the young boys parents, but at no point did they hide the fact of who his actual father was, nor who his mother had been taken as much time as they could to remind him of what his real mother was like, how wonderful a person she had been in her life and how she may not of deserved the fate she suffered she would not of had it any other way.
He was a boy whom loved school, and with the money his mother had left him he was able to go to a private school. He took up many different extra curricular activities such as fencing and other sports like soccer and hockey. As such he was generally quite athletic and well built even in his youth. He excelled in languages but for some reason his skills in mathematics always seemed to hold him back from getting the highest yearly grade in school. By the time he was 12 he could speak three languages fluently to the point he often decided to talk in them over the English language because it made him feel like he had a space all to himself or to a very select group of people.
After graduating he got a call from his father request he joined the military so he could truly make something of himself. Haven so rarely met his father he agreed with the hope he would get the chance to spend time with the man whom was of his own genetics and blood. Again he did well in the academy graduating as a top a soldier within three years. He was ready to be sent out to war, but he did not in anyway look forward to it. He didn’t think he had it in him to take someones life. He didn’t believe he could be the judge or jury of any man, woman or child… He didn’t think he had the right.
So there he was, in his early twenties and standing on a battle field but at least he managed to meet his father. He did not like taking lives so spent his time protecting and backing up his comrades and protecting any civilians who had managed to find themselves stuck in the middle of the battlefield, he couldn’t live with himself if innocents got caught up in this war. He may not want to be there, but he wouldn’t let others be dragged into it if he could help it. Despite everything though, he didn’t hate his father for dragging him out there, or for essentially blanking his existence now that he was there.
A year or so into the tour, he can’t truly remember when it was; he was assigned to a solo mission to blow up a military compound. As it was his father who had asked him directly he had accepted before he had even had a chance to look at the specs of the mission itself. He was almost physically sick when he realized that the compound was smack in the middle of a highly populated civilian town and any action to destroy it would cause deaths of hundreds or thousands of civilians who had nothing to do with the war, who where innocents. Knowing he couldn’t go through the mission because of the guilt he would feel he asked be taken off of it but they refused saying that if he refused to perform the mission then he would be court marshalled.
Knowing with the personality he had he could never go through with it but the other option was something he could not go through with, he spent a week locked up in the compound where he worked to rid himself of the emotions he had in his body and tried to turn himself, making himself different, something that wouldn’t care about causing so much death. He had discovered he had succeeded when the news of the bombing that he had orchestrated hit the news the day after him leaving the compound. He was a killer, his eyes filled with a blood lust that he couldn’t satisfy. But he couldn’t return to who he was, his lust just seemed to build and build until he was eventually let go by the army and sent home.
Find himself home and alone, he found he couldn’t let go of the war, couldn’t let go with the blood lust that had filled him with so much energy and found himself killing people back in his home land of America. He blamed the American government for not being able to be out there and fighting in the war, a war that he should be involved in and erasing lives in. He made no effort to hide himself though after his killings and ended up being given the death sentence for it.
His life would change once again while in prison where he would meet the man who would warp and change his destiny once again. Within the prison he shared a room with a warlock, though for the first few years of his sentence he did not know that. It wasn’t until the days till his death that the warlock finally revealed himself to Diego, using his power to show Diego what his days in hell would be like unless he done something to change himself. Diego said of how he only had days to live but the warlock reassured him that it wouldn’t be an issue if he wanted to change.
The day of his sentence came, and he sat there in the electric chair awaiting something that would save him, some revelation that would free him of the predicament that was his death. By the time the toggle was switched on and he felt the volts charge through his body, he had given up all hope of redemption… That was until he awoke within his coffin. It took him just under an hour to dig himself out of the grave. As he felt the sun hit his face he broke into hysteric laughter looking downwards towards his hands where he saw the two sickle tattoos… He was reborn as Diego, a demon vessel for the Babylonian king of the demons of the wind, Pazuzu. The demon trapped in him to seal the demon king, and to grant Diego his second chance.
DESIRED MEMBER TITLE:ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: As he stood outside the prison that he had spent years of his life he felt a soft zephyr of a breeze whisper across his cheek. A warm inviting smile formed across his features. He was alive, how? He didn’t know, but did he even care? His breath was there, and it felt so sweet as the oxygen left his slightly parted lips. It felt good to be alive. Now he just needed to find a way to make sure it remained just like that for him. At the very least until he had found a way to clean up his name at least a little. He didn’t want the fate he had been shown, the nightmare that would be his afterlife if he did nothing about it. But how could he change the horrors of the past that he had once committed.
And what is this damn itching in my wrist? He looked towards the dark tattoo’s that had been etched across his wrists. They where shaped like what seemed to be a pair of scythes. Did this happen while he was in prison? No he would have remembered getting a tattoo wouldn’t he? His hand rose to slide gently through his hair. Taking in another deep breath through his nose before choking on it as he heard something but it didn’t sound like it came from anywhere around him. Inside him perhaps? It sounded like a voice, something mumbling to him. The voice was deep, frightening but hard to make out.
“What did that bastard do to me?” Was all he could say before his world went black. His eyes where closed and he was unconscious well before his body ever hit the concrete.
What am I? NAME OR ALIAS: Craigie
AGE: 25
GUY OR GIRLIE: Guy
CONTACT INFO: neo_detarnlix@hotmail.com
OTHER CHARACTERS: none as of yet
HOW DID YOU FIND US?I found you hiding under the toaster in my office
&Janan
Diego Wessiri Andrea, Demon Vessel/Human
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