[attr="class","likedotitle2"]king umbra neves

[attr="class","likedosub"]General

NICKNAMES: little king | the able | nev.
RACE: human.
GENDER: male.
AGE: very old.
SEXUALITY: demisexual.
RANK: s-rank.
ALIGNMENT: drackenstein.
THEME: ASHES.

[attr="class","likedosub"]Appearance

HEIGHT: 5'4" | 162 cm.
WEIGHT: 52 kg | 115 lbs.

APPEARANCE DESCRIPTION:
beginning with the strands which hang somewhat messily down the crown, take on the shade of evident night. when reflected against the light however, that tone changes into one that is of a royal blue. to the front of his features, bangs hang downward messily, resting against the bridge of the nose whilst the pairing to either side of his temples-- spanning just to the centre of the cheekbones is cut diagonally. some particular fragments of hair poke upward in an almost messy and unkept manner, though it would appear they are unable to be flattened downward apparently. the entirety of his locks reaches just past the shoulders to the centre of his back, it is almost always contained in an elastic just to the side in order to not get in his way.

features are slender and unscathed, retaining a rather youthful appearance despite the evidence of aged knowledge. though youth is not the only thing which confines his being, but rather a slight effeminate appeal due to the size of the nose and the large blue eyes-- oddly captivating. depending on the mood it appears that they can vary, leaning towards a pale grey, then back towards the skies of clarity.

the frame is of a slender build, toned along the arms, back and practically everywhere else. though not loaded with muscle, he is most surely in shape-- despite not being one for so freely tossing about those facts of personal structure. flesh is of a healthy pale, hidden places scarred over from past encounters within the harshness of battle. the right of the arm, along the inside just next to the wrist is the strangest of places. at first it may imply the marking of former times, though pulsates with an unusual white bloom-- veins surged as if that area is irritated, leading all into the centre of a small luminous crystal. this section is regularly veiled by cloth, even when already covered in the wear of outstretched sleeves.

VOICE: (x)
a smooth yet harshly toned voice, one of which spews cynical and sharp words more than often. it holds many qualities, varying in pitch depending on his mood. though in most cases he speaks with a certain causality regardless if the situation is dire. because of his often callous choice of vocabulary, it is difficult to wonder wether or not he truly means what he says. those whom know of his speech well seem nearly frightened when that of an aggravated resonance lingers past his lips.

[attr="class","likedosub"]Persona

PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION:
certainly kingly, even for one of royal blood there is many things that sets him aside from the rest-- uncivil and heartless. the list could go onward, though those are the two traits that seem to best describe umbra. in a history of confusion, there would seem a time that he was once a charitable individual, wanting nothing more than peace and to protect his people. in the blink of an eye that aspect to the public was altered quickly after his pursuit of taking out neighbouring kingdoms. he'd act upon things swiftly and without hesitation. the body of which the soul it contained did not matter to him-- they'd return again someday in the journey of reincarnation. umbra did not care and still does not care to this day about the consequences of his actions, because in the his eyes, everything that is done is within a good reason-- others beg to differ of course.

genuine kindness is rarely shown, if anything the king enjoys jesting with others for his own amusement. observing how they react and then mocking them shortly after. he is selfish and hardly forgiving, if giving those a chance is brought forth, it is for his own personal reasons. when he does decide to expose good will, it is mainly because he is interested in you-- he looks into the future of distant plans and decides you might be beneficial. do not mistake this as a sincerity within the grace of possible friendship, truthfully the king does not seem to ever hold the presence of companionship nor appear entirely keen on the idea. if he presents you with such a title, he'll be quick to unmask it as a complete joke.

brutally liberating of the unnecessary-- if you are weak, you mean nothing to him. on the other hand it is your abilities and knowledge in particular things that would likely catch his attention. umbra is a very keen individual; though it is not as if he is a completely heartless individual. some parts of him, though it may not seem like it, do care. the traumas he had encountered through such early stages of his life have shaped him into somebody at which most would identify as cruel. he has lost the ability to feel pity for others and to understand them in a way that would have been possible if he grew up differently.

LIKES:
» drinking
» festivities
» jewels
» power/control
» embarrassing others
» humiliating others
» being right
» clear days
» the colour blue
» the overly kind-hearted
» watching those feel helpless

DISLIKES:
» daeva
» being degraded
» being confronted
» demons
» therionites
» elves
» unsanitary places
» being unsanitary
» the ignorant
» the weak
» asura

MOTIVATIONS:
» killing all demons
» killing asura
» destroying the book of osiris
» to protect the future
» protecting his wife
» growing stronger

FEARS:
» having to repeat his life again
» feeling helpless/powerless
» needles
» going deaf or blind
» losing his wife


HISTORY:
in the future there is nothing but chaos-- the skies have been clouded over, void-less of light while the demons ravage the innocent, soaking the earth in blood. the species of human-kind that once flourished in this world is scarce and non-existent. it is there in the few remaining which lay hidden in mountainous lands, that the time of youth is where umbra rests. after the loss of his parents, he was discovered wandering by his lonesome, tainted in blood and silent in fear of the recent situation. despite the safety of being in a place where the demons could no longer touch him, those that had granted him such an opportunity also had other plans in mind for their apparent idea of freedom.


though friendly, behind those masks lay desperation for the possibility that the youth which settled amongst them could benefit the future. that they could somehow change it. oblivious to what he had considered as saviours-- were now planning-- umbra began to wonder why his friends gradually dwindled away until he realized for himself once forced into the situation. the blood of ashva and daeva, forced into his bloodstream, though he was but a mere child at the time, it was easy for him to comprehend the reasoning behind their actions. his cries of help fell upon deaf ears, upon those that watched in hope or in a sickening amusement.

no matter how much he struggled, the metal restraints which forced him to stay pinned across the hard surface of a worn table did not shift in meaning that they would break. his chance at escaping was incredibly bare as the foreign substance of blood flared like flames within the roots of his body-- everything a complete blur. umbra could feel his body rejecting what had been unwillingly placed within him, though there was nothing it could do as the light gradually weakened; the light of his soul withering away like a flower that had been trampled across. he took his final breath before the observers as they lowered their heads in disappointment.


they'd face the table-- the spotlight-- umbra coughing and wheezing for air as those approached in an attempt to coax him back into a state of leisure. though their previous aim had not been achieved, they had gained an entirely different motive after the discovery of umbra's rare case of resistance. especially against the influence of demons. the torturing ensued, umbra no longer having the capability to grasp onto his freedom anymore as further tests were conducted. because of the blood which surged throughout his veins, they were able to grant others a slight immunity towards the effect which demons once had on the few remaining people whom were still alive. still, umbra was used, trained and helplessly used as if he was never human in the first place. some part of him thought that being on the outskirts at mercy before the demons, would be better than being here.

few years later onto his fifteenth birthday, they had finally resolved the structure of their time machine, and with only one subject in their holding, they decided to send umbra onto a mission at which he would never be able to escape. they transplanted a device into the left of his wrist-- like a repeat button, every time he failed his mission in the past, he'd be taken back to the beginning. it appeared to umbra that the people of his present time did not care if they died, or if the world around them currently was swallowed whole by the dark, what mattered was that they could change the future. that their selves of another time would live in peace-- that they would stand a chance. umbra, still young and scarred, the weight on his shoulders heavy, departed into the elapsed.


he'd tumble and turn against the rugged surface of earth, the skies were clear-- like a dream daylight existed before his eyes though the crimson stained the floors in evidence of his injuries. the middle of nowhere in the terrain of mountainous land, he traversed into thick brambles in search of civilization. thankfully to his luck-- which seemed bare and non-existance-- umbra stumbled upon a pathway which was linked towards various towns and the capital of drackenstein. he begun to pursue his mission with confidence, attempting to convince people that the daeva were incredibly dangerous towards the world and that the king held the book of osiris in his hands-- another addition to the chaos which would befall them all.

but-- nobody would listen. when you stood before the thousands as a child, seemingly naive to the world, seemingly unimportant-- nobody would care for your desperate assumptions. this left him surprised, and then eventually he accepted it as merely reality. no matter what umbra said, they would never listen to him unless he took matters into his own hands. wielding a worn knife he'd take to the first location of where one of the many daeva settled. those that towered in age easily knocked him to the side, in the end it was merely he that was beaten to the ground-- the taste of iron pooling into his mouth.

he'd watch as those scenes repeated, as the devils ascended from the gates of hell and devoured the once dream-like world of peace. as the blue skies faded away into a familiarity of which he was so used to seeing. the nightmare kept repeating itself yet he couldn't do a single thing about it. he couldn't accept it-- he couldn't turn back and run into the present of his own. that option was no longer available. it seemed the only thing that was left, was merely death. if closing his eyes and fading into the darkness for all eternity was better than this hellish life, he'd step off the sides of stony cliff and plummet into the jagged ones that greeted him below. it would be over-- and it was over. umbra no longer felt anything, though he could make out his body which floated, he could not tell if he were in the heavens or within the very earth itself.

it was quiet, void-less of sound or matter-- then a voice whispered to him. a shape took itself upon the empty space and guided umbra onto solid ground. he was frightened of the creature that loomed before him, its body a dark light which spewed outward as if flickering from some essence of wind. its eyes flared white, though appeared empty alongside the crooked grin in wore. its name. . . was alloken. the fallen demon-- the demon of light. such a title seemed odd for something that was supposed to be evil of nature. despite the desperation of wanting to escape, the demon spoke to him in a tone that was gentle, its voice consuming the entirety of this strange realm. umbra had sworn that he had died.


because he had known of death, was how the lost demon found him. though it never made sense to him as to why alloken chose him. in what felt like days, years had passed, though his state had not changed. umbra slept soundly as the power of alloken flowed into his form, a painful experience, one that was not easy for a mere human being. he rejected it, over and over again. as much as he thought that he could accept such a hefty amount of force, his body told him otherwise as it shoved it back out. but-- this was the price for wanting to live. for gaining power and in turn, gaining immortality. though it could not save him from the gravest of wounds, it could allow him to watch over the world and its balance. some part of him though, wished that somebody else could've taken this burden upon their shoulders.

a piercing pain-- it tore through the flesh of his heart. he couldn't breath, he couldn't speak. the endless black floors begun to crack and fracture as if made of glass. he could hear the voice of alloken within his mind, telling him goodbye. and then-- the light consumed the dark. umbra awoke in the same place that he had fallen, his body unscathed though his mind aching with the overwhelming sensation of power. the skies were clear, vivid as the tone of blue blanketed over, voices reached past the ringing within his ears. surprisingly passing travellers had noted the body off the cliffside and offered him help as they started off towards the capital. it seemed despite the awakening, his thousand-year slumber had tired him greatly.


the capital was here again, he bid thanks to the those that had gotten him here, and vanished into the crowds. umbra had only one mission in mind-- the king. if anything he could deal with the daeva later on, the book of osiris was a matter at which needed to be dealt with. though there were many guards, they all appeared at ease, after all there never seemed to be a soul that wished to murder their peace-loving ruler. he was a man with a big-heart, though he lacked intelligence. umbra never pondered over the emotion of guilt, it was then that he realized, as the king drank from poisoned waters, that he found joy that things were finally going his way. as he appeared, claiming his relation to the king that not lay dead, the crown of drackenstein was adorned across his head.

now his plans could finally go the way he wanted them to from the very beginning, with a new sensation of power, able to influence the entirety of drackenstein-- the slaughter begun. known daeva were forced out and killed in-front of thousands of people, he had even grown daring enough to strike neighbouring kingdoms, pushing them into the oblivion in order to rid of the daeva that they had hidden away. as time passed him by, many grew to know that the kingdom of drackenstein was a truly hateful place, destroying it of its once peaceful name and into one that those knew they should fear. after several attempts at trying to destroy the book of osiris, umbra had decided to keep it hidden deep within the castle, in a place that only he himself knew of.


marriage had come, a symbol of peace towards the kingdom that had been brought about in the form of a young and beautiful queen. hesitant on the idea at first, umbra saw this woman as something that would help him in the future, though in the end as time passed him by, the king realized he had fallen in love. for awhile his plans of destroying the daeva faded away into an ease that the amount that were still hidden would no longer be a threat towards the future. umbra and his wife were gifted with a child, a beautiful little girl that admired and loved her parents quite strongly. around this time, the kingdom of madiya had been discovered, sparking an idea of change as the king decided to befriend their distant neighbours.

everything was going smoothly, they came to the great meeting and discussed matters civilly. but, it seemed that things could never go the way he saw them-- the princess grew gravely ill after the madiya royalty departed, alongside the disappearance of the book. war started against the two kingdoms instead of peace, though the king persisted for his knights to retrieve the book, the madiya warriors fought back in equal terms of strength. twenty years passed by, the princess lay sick within her bed as umbra and his wife settled at her side, watching her slowly fade away, the light disappearing from her eyes. at the same time her death had come, when the book of osiris let forth thousands of demons. a plague across the land of earth.

the quiet days of drackenstein were long gone, many had lost their homes and the kingdom became a place for those to find refuge, though they were not entirely welcoming. umbra's heart grew cold-- an empty place that only had room for his wife-- even then it had faded with the passing of their daughter. he decided then that love had no meaning for him, if in the end they were only to leave him behind. preparations started, for the long and harsh beginning of another war to end the life of the demon king. and to rid the world of the demon filth which now tainted its lands. perhaps this would be the final stretch of misery.

[attr="class","likedosub"]Magic

NAME: fallen demon slayer.
TYPE: caster.
PRIMARY OR SECONDARY: primary.
DESCRIPTION: a holy form of demon slaying magic, absorbing all energy from almost any form of light-- natural and of magic essence. it is made up mainly of supportive and offensive spells, a means at which is used to rid of darkness and every substance of demons. though the user himself is not of a seemingly caring figure, his magic speaks otherwise as in addition, it is also able to heal every living thing around the effects of his magical power; bringing those away from near death but never from its grasp. it also seems to have some leverage on time and dimensions given he'd been in a coma for a thousand years.

NAME: command t.
TYPE: caster.
PRIMARY OR SECONDARY: secondary.
DESCRIPTION: the ability to alter mass-- reduction and expansion-- of all objects, living or not. umbra is able to alter the size of things unless those of the same rank, or higher are up against him, having absolute no ability to alter with the size of their form. he can also alter the shape of his own form, able to shift into a titanic figure, or something as small as a mouse. generally physical contact is not needed when casting his manipulation of command t onto others/objects. weaponry also goes in addition with this magic, able to change a small dagger into something like a deadly sword. command t is also incredibly helpful towards the recovery of wounds, shrinking them into something that looks as if it never existed in the first place. the powerful option aside the other.

[attr="class","likedosub"]OOC

OOC NAME: RETRO.
FACE CLAIM: vanitas | vanitas no carte.
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: yes.
OTHER CHARACTERS: none at the moment.