Zarathustra
The Forsaken Offspring of Heaven and Hell
Birth Name: Astrum Novus
Alias: Rain Zarathustra
Age: Unknown
Hair Color: Blonde[Disguise], Black[True form]
Race: Nephilim(Half-Angel, Half-Demon)
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 110(?) lbs.
Astrum's Human Disguise(Hunting)
Astrum's True Form
Orientation: Let's keep it to just bein' friends, girls. As for all you good-lookin' guys out there, how's about we grab a milkshake and chat some time?
Occupation: Demon Hunter, Rock Star Wannabe, Trap, Sex Appeal, Dancer, Thieving Magician
Likes: Strawberry milkshakes, Sushi, Music, Raves, Killing[Demons of course]
Dislikes: Women of the annoying variety, demons who give the rest of us a bad name, debts, being saved by other people, unwanted advances from women, cruel and unusual behaviors, losing his money, people drinking his milkshakes
Hobbies: Playing cards, Street Magic and Performances, Dress up, Rousing other men, Fencing, Brawling, Dancing, Hunting, Playing Guitar
Primary Languages: English, French
Secondary Languages: Celestial, Abyssal, Infernal, Talkin' ****[Yeah. It's a language. Don't like it? Then shut yer yap and keep movin']
Friends: Really? You expect a kid like me to have friends in this kind of a world? You're a lot dumber than I thought you'd be...
Enemies: My only real enemies are the demon I hunt. Otherwise, the humans give me a minor headache.
Personality/History:
You wanna know what I'm like, eh? Well, I usually don't like to brag, but I guess it can' be helped. I'll admit up front, I'm not exactly the nicest kid on the block. Hell, generally, I just don't like anyone in particular. My friends are few, and enemies many. My likes and dislikes are practically the same. I won't lie, the first time we meet, I'll more than likely give you the cold shoulder instead of the usual, "Hey, how's it going?" type of deal. I don't now you, and you don't know me. I'm not your friend, and you're not mine. However, if you're really really nice, and maybe buy me a milkshake or two, I may reconsider it. Hell, if you can REALLY get on my good side, I may even see if you're up for a good time. But don't expect a the whole Cinderella ending where you get the happy ending after all is said and done. If we do it, then that's all it is. Just a fling. Takes a lot to even think of getting me to consider a relationship. All in all, I don't consider myself a decent kid. It really all depends on whether or not you and I can hit it off, that's all..
Now then, on the topic of Demons...I hate their guts. They all need to be dealt with accordingly. Meaning the minute you tell me about them, I'll be sure to hunt them down on the double. Demons annoy the hell outta me. Giving us real demons a bad name. Preying on humans and toying with them like they're such fragile little things that should be roughed up before ending them meaninglessly. Don't get me wrong, humans are incredibly weak. Almost to a pitiful fault. However, unlike the monsters I choose to hunt, I know they have a much more powerful weapon on their side than we ever could. Though, I guess I can't really talk, considering that I'm only half-demon. What? No, no. I'm not half-human either. You wouldn't believe me even if I told you.
What? You still wanna know? Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to at least give you a hint. I've been on my own since my folks died. The two of them having been murdered by those bastards. Unfortunately for them, I had already started to realize my own talents, thus, ending them swiftly and mercilessly. Can't say I can say the same for my mother and father. My dad was the type of guy that no one would ever mess with. He was strong, powerful. A force to be reckoned with all on his own. Once revered by even the Devil himself, by the stories he told me. He was a kind and benevolent warrior who believed in defending all living things, despite his own blood.
As for my mother...dearest, sweetest mother. She was a saintly woman, who was both just as kind as she was beautiful and strong. She was the equivalent, if not so, to that of an angel. She may as well be with a woman like her. I'll never meet anyone else like those two, I'm sure.
So to sum up my existence in a nutshell, I simply leave you with this.
I don't have any hopes for heaven, nor do I want to go to hell. Heaven isn't gonna take me, and they're afraid I'll take over Hell. So forever here I will be, among the living mortals as a blasphemy to both sides...
Still don't get it yet? Heh. Well then, thta's just too bad, now isn't it?
Alias: Rain Zarathustra
Age: Unknown
Hair Color: Blonde[Disguise], Black[True form]
Race: Nephilim(Half-Angel, Half-Demon)
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 110(?) lbs.
Astrum's Human Disguise(Hunting)
Astrum's True Form
Orientation: Let's keep it to just bein' friends, girls. As for all you good-lookin' guys out there, how's about we grab a milkshake and chat some time?
Occupation: Demon Hunter, Rock Star Wannabe, Trap, Sex Appeal, Dancer, Thieving Magician
Likes: Strawberry milkshakes, Sushi, Music, Raves, Killing[Demons of course]
Dislikes: Women of the annoying variety, demons who give the rest of us a bad name, debts, being saved by other people, unwanted advances from women, cruel and unusual behaviors, losing his money, people drinking his milkshakes
Hobbies: Playing cards, Street Magic and Performances, Dress up, Rousing other men, Fencing, Brawling, Dancing, Hunting, Playing Guitar
Primary Languages: English, French
Secondary Languages: Celestial, Abyssal, Infernal, Talkin' ****[Yeah. It's a language. Don't like it? Then shut yer yap and keep movin']
Friends: Really? You expect a kid like me to have friends in this kind of a world? You're a lot dumber than I thought you'd be...
Enemies: My only real enemies are the demon I hunt. Otherwise, the humans give me a minor headache.
Personality/History:
You wanna know what I'm like, eh? Well, I usually don't like to brag, but I guess it can' be helped. I'll admit up front, I'm not exactly the nicest kid on the block. Hell, generally, I just don't like anyone in particular. My friends are few, and enemies many. My likes and dislikes are practically the same. I won't lie, the first time we meet, I'll more than likely give you the cold shoulder instead of the usual, "Hey, how's it going?" type of deal. I don't now you, and you don't know me. I'm not your friend, and you're not mine. However, if you're really really nice, and maybe buy me a milkshake or two, I may reconsider it. Hell, if you can REALLY get on my good side, I may even see if you're up for a good time. But don't expect a the whole Cinderella ending where you get the happy ending after all is said and done. If we do it, then that's all it is. Just a fling. Takes a lot to even think of getting me to consider a relationship. All in all, I don't consider myself a decent kid. It really all depends on whether or not you and I can hit it off, that's all..
Now then, on the topic of Demons...I hate their guts. They all need to be dealt with accordingly. Meaning the minute you tell me about them, I'll be sure to hunt them down on the double. Demons annoy the hell outta me. Giving us real demons a bad name. Preying on humans and toying with them like they're such fragile little things that should be roughed up before ending them meaninglessly. Don't get me wrong, humans are incredibly weak. Almost to a pitiful fault. However, unlike the monsters I choose to hunt, I know they have a much more powerful weapon on their side than we ever could. Though, I guess I can't really talk, considering that I'm only half-demon. What? No, no. I'm not half-human either. You wouldn't believe me even if I told you.
What? You still wanna know? Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to at least give you a hint. I've been on my own since my folks died. The two of them having been murdered by those bastards. Unfortunately for them, I had already started to realize my own talents, thus, ending them swiftly and mercilessly. Can't say I can say the same for my mother and father. My dad was the type of guy that no one would ever mess with. He was strong, powerful. A force to be reckoned with all on his own. Once revered by even the Devil himself, by the stories he told me. He was a kind and benevolent warrior who believed in defending all living things, despite his own blood.
As for my mother...dearest, sweetest mother. She was a saintly woman, who was both just as kind as she was beautiful and strong. She was the equivalent, if not so, to that of an angel. She may as well be with a woman like her. I'll never meet anyone else like those two, I'm sure.
So to sum up my existence in a nutshell, I simply leave you with this.
I don't have any hopes for heaven, nor do I want to go to hell. Heaven isn't gonna take me, and they're afraid I'll take over Hell. So forever here I will be, among the living mortals as a blasphemy to both sides...
Still don't get it yet? Heh. Well then, thta's just too bad, now isn't it?