((About time I got this taken care of...my time has been somewhat limited as of late. Anyway, here's my char. I'll leave it to you to introduce him...he should probably be stumbling through the woods, cloaked, not entirely sure of where he is.))
Name: Viktor A. Ramirez
Sex: Male
Age: 23
Height: 5ft9
Weight: 168lbs
Description: A blacksmith whose village laid in the path of a rampaging demon, he was able to form a resistance built of the most able-bodied men from his and a couple surrounding towns. He led the charge against the demon, and the band he had gathered was able to defeat the hellbeast. In the backlash from the creature's fiery demise, the remaining members of the party were slain, his own life spared only by the corpses of his comrades protecting him from the brunt of the energy shockwave. The departing spirit of the demon was drawn to him as the only surviving man in the near vicinity, and the creature's astral form took root in his left arm. It turned the flesh of his arm a dark grey, and a shadowy simulacrum of the demon's arm overlaid his own. With the possession of his arm, Viktor knew that he could not return to his village and risk the lives of his family and lifelong friends, so he set off on his own into an exile of his own choosing.
Appearance: Of average height and a sturdy build, Viktor has shoulderlength black hair that he keeps pulled into a ponytail and dark brown eyes. A relatively handsome man of Hispanic appearance, his days of smithing have sculpted his body to have impressive strength without being superhuman.
Personality: Normally a good-natured family man, Viktor's life drastically changed when the demon began rampaging around the lands near his village...and his personality did as well. He's now a much quieter, less outgoing person than he once was, as the sorrow of his curse and exile grips his soul as tightly as the presence which grips his arm. By no means malevolent, Viktor's heart is true but the creature that possesses his arm influences him in many ways. He has discovered within himself a rather short fuse, and rises to anger much more quickly than he once did. The mind that once devised new ways of crafting steel that made his creations the best in his native valley succumbs more often to blind rage in which more than just his arm is driven by the demon within. His inability to control himself at times has led him into a deeper loathing for himself and the creature he shares his body with, and there's not a whole lot left of the kindly father and husband he once was.
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Name: val'Kishtar (VAHL-ksh-TAHR)
Sex: Male
Age: countless centuries, exact age unknown
Height: 14ft8
Weight: 837lbs
Length: 23ft6 from tip of horns to tip of tailblade
Wingspan: 18ft
Core Temperature: 740 degrees Fahrenheit
Description: The demon residing within Viktor's arm, its name is actually the root word from which the Draconian word for "wrath" originated. A very old demon, its incarnations have terrorized the vast mountain range around Viktor's village for centuries. When living, the beast would thrash and char everything it came into contact with, driven by a mad lust for destruction. When eventually slain, it would take root within the flesh of whatever mortal was nearest to it at its time of demise. Once it had feasted enough upon the soul of its host, it would warp the flesh within which it was contained, twisting it into its own vile image and assuming full control, the mind of the host a prisoner in its own flesh until the time which the demon was slain again and the host's soul could find peace in the afterlife.
Appearance: While its true form is a twisted gnarl of carapace and horns (in a general shape reminescent of the Balrog in the LotR movies), val'Kishtar's current form is that of a shadowy overlay upon Viktor's own left arm. The bestial limb has little substance in its resting state, and can even disappear inside of his arm altogether, but it can manifest as a more solid appendage and be directed to do various tasks.
Personality: Ravenous and vengeful, val'Kishtar rages against the confines of Viktor's body desperately seeking freedom. Viktor must fight with the will of val'Kishtar constantly, as the demon is very cunning. If Viktor allows his guard to drop for a moment, the beast will sieze control of his arm and do whatever acts of violence he wishes. With each kill enacted by the phantom arm, val'Kishtar grows slightly stronger. Eventually Viktor's flesh itself will start to twist into a form similar to that of the beast, and when there is little left of Viktor's original appearance, the demon will be born once more. val'Kishtar anxiously awaits this day, and until then he plays games with his host's mind, sometimes tranquil and pacified, others fighting ferociously against Viktor's will. He hopes to wear down his host and hasten the transfer of full control.
