"There is a Reaper, whose name is Death. And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between."
Name: Alistair Theirin
Date of Birth: March 16, 500 BC
Human Age: 28
Demonic Age: 2,519
Zodiac Sign: Pieces
Demonic Class: Incubus
Place of Birth: Hell
Residence: Lucius Regnum
Occupations: King of Daemonium
Relationship Status: Taken
Blood Type: B
Eye Color: Solid Black
Tattoos: None Currently
Aesthetic: Classy, Clean
I do not fear death. I had been dead for billions and billions of years before I was born, and had not suffered the slightest inconvenience from it."
Abuse of Power
Talking about his past
"Come with me And you will find What's been trapped Inside my mind..."
Alistair was born in the year 500 BC. He was concieved for a purpose. A destiny that was yet to happen. He spent centuries training. In things like Combat, Mannerisms, the World on the surface, and more. He rarely saw his father and had no knowledge of his mother. Perhaps she died at birth, nor perhaps his father killed her, none the less, Alistair didn't care. He focused on himself all his life. Until one day the his father himself approached him. He was told that he was the next in line for the thrown and simply birthed to take over his father's legacy. His father was a cruel King. He raised a Kingdom of evil spirits. Demons who would follow him to hell and back to scrape the realms for all they are worth.
Alistair was not one to lie. He always told the truth no matter what. It was honestly a trait he prided himself on. He wasn't one to dance around the bullshit and often hurt feelings because of it. He grew up with a cold heart, true to a demons nature. It was a rare sight that he ever showed an ounce of compassion. Truth be told there is not much to his history. He was raised strong, a leader his father wanted for their kingdom.
Alistair is now the King of Daemonium, The largest Kingdom in the Demonic Realm. He'd overthrown his father when he chose to marry an angel, casting a shameful shadow on the Kingdom. A law one was never to break. An act that Alistair was disgusted with. With single blow He ripped his father's human heart out before the council. His father got exactly what he wanted in the end, An heir to lead the Kingdom to glory. Unfortunetly his own downfall was not foretold. Alistair inherited the crown for himself, becoming a stronger king that his father ever was.
Abilities and Attributes
"This...is my curse."
Leathery Wings, the color of Night
"He can force you not to move, along with basic commands, such as to sit down and shut up."
"The ability to temporarily push the target's mind into a desired state."
"Self Explanatory. When he teleports, it appears as if he disappears in a thicket of black smoke."
"The snake stood up for evil in the Garden."
Demon - Lord - Alistair's
Alistair met Raygar on a trip during the coliseum. He is a stubborn boy, quick lipped too, but Alistair likes him none-the-less. He has grows quite fond and possessive of him, the Elemental made Demon showing himself to be a cute and mischievous creature. Do not touch his Sharkie, nor him. Fingers will be lost if you cross this line.