Post by Secernia on Jun 20, 2011 13:04:58 GMT -8
Name:
Baltasar Al-Ashqar,
Also known in life as ‘Diamond of Damascus’,
later ‘Demon of Damascus’,
shortened with time to ‘Daidamus’
Age:[/b]
2,090 years old.
Baltasar was born to a poor farming family who lived outside the city of Damascus, Syria in the year 79 BC. In the year 64 BC, when Baltasar was nearing his 15th year, the Romans invaded Syria and made it a roman province. During this time the roman soldiers wanted to punish those who were conspiring against them in the city of Damascus, and wanted control. Baltasar saw opportunity in this and sold out many families for his own greed, gaining coins whenever he found ‘information‘.
Slowly his own family, his wife and three sons, became wealthier. He started to invent elaborate plots to frame and discover ‘evidence’ of others working against the romans so that he could get money out of it and provide for a better life for his family. He continued to farm as well, but was looking for ways to enlarge and to afford larger healthier herds.
He grew to be more involved socially, and tried to get on the good sides of many roman officials- He pretended to have gained a huge amount of wealth in jewelry trading so they didn‘t know he was a farmer. He only dabbled in jewelry, but was a nervous liar, and they, because of his incessant ramblings on jewels, called him the ‘diamond of Damascus‘ in a teasing way. While selling his produce on the street stalls however, he heard talk of the ‘Demon of Damascus’ who would get people killed by his greed, though no one knew who it was at the time.
He gradually became more and more manic and nervous as the talk of the ‘Demon’ continued, and people’s aggression towards the mysterious figure became more evident. He couldn’t stop setting people up because it would mean his family wouldn’t be able to afford the property they now lived on, or the food for their animals. Gradually, Baltasar became insane and developed an intense paranoia. This paranoia was so great that one day he killed his wife and first son when they saw him framing someone, and then killed himself afterwards because he didn’t want to face up to the deed, setting to blame on his other two sons.
But his misery didn’t end there. Oh no, his misery hadn’t even started yet.
Baltasar found himself in the depths of a dark and scorching place. His flesh, no matter how often it burned, always healed with remarkable quickness in the afterlife, though he could feel all the pain of it, both burning and scarring, scabbing, breaking, growing.
Then after 100 years of burning, came the minor demons to step up his misery to a new level. Beings of torment came to him, and they tore his flesh and ripped him apart, piece by piece, stretched him, carved images into his flesh. Days later he would be fine, but the pain would never end.
400 years of this, and they moved on once again. By this stage he was tired of his suffering, but could do nothing to escape it, as wherever he went, the demons would follow. You’d think he’d get used to it, but this was not the case, as they continuously brought in new methods to inflict pain to him… but that wasn’t enough. This pain was felt on the physical level, but he was yet to feel the inner turmoil.
He would try forever to reason with them, knowing why he was brought here he would cry to them and say that he would never, as long as his soul remained eternal, would he ever betray those he loved again. And for the first time in 500 years, they spoke to him. They said.
“No. No you won’t.”
The hands of the demons then changed colours, as if developed, evolved from the cracking iced hands used before. Now they turned gold. The golden hands then did numerous things to him. Including the following:
-Piercing his eyes with needles of gold, and allowing golden fire ants to crawl into them and devour them slowly.
-Slice his lips again and again and holding his mouth closed by force. Every time they healed, they would form together a little more until eventually his lips were but one solid mass of flesh.
- breaking his vocal cords by hand, by ripping open his throat, doing the deed and then sewing the throat up again.
- and other unpleasant things.
Eventually, Daidamus became a demon himself, now unable to express any emotion at all, but at least he had his thoughts.
Of course they had ways of dealing with this, by speaking every secret ever told into his ears. This would be his last punishment here. He would next be assigned a task. Well, more a person to wait upon. It seemed a girl on earth had summoned him with many other demons, and decided to attack him to her family line. All he had to do was wait, and eventually, he would obtain one of her children’s children’s bodies.
His human to be attached to was Secernia. He was with her throughout her life. She summoned him into visible form when she was a girl, and he granted her a power through an agreement. Read her history for more details on what happened then.
He doesn’t want any more hassle, he’s had enough. He just wants to take it easy and live out this girl’s life as long as possible. The longer he’s here, the less he has to be anywhere else, so he prefers earth to be sure. He knows everything that has ever happened, and everything that people are thinking, everything that isn’t said aloud, and things that are between the lines. However, with him having no mouth or eyes to convey his reactions to this, all he can really do if he doesn’t like where things are going, is act through Secernia’s body, which he has been known to do. Most of the time, he doesn’t bother, unless he learns of a serious threat. He’s also a little fucked up in the head, in that he has a jerking stutter, and tends to be very rude. He doesn’t really care about other people, only himself, and branching from that, Secernia. Though, if he could have a body without her, he would without a second thought.
“She thought she heard the word 'Daidamus', but then, even that was the faintest muffled whisper. It only alerted her to look up.
The Demon had arrived. It had been with her her entire life. His body was tall, 7' in fact, and his fingertips rest on his knees when he stood upright. He had no eyes. It was not that he had empty sockets, but more that there was no place for them on his face. Nor mouth, as though it was covered up with flesh and filled with blood. His nose was small, and he breathed through this with huge intakes of breath, as he had no other way to breathe, not that he needed to. His ears were also quite large...
Despite his lack of eyes, it was as if Daidamus could see her, and turned his face in her direction....
For a moment the demonic creature just sat there, his black hair matted down his back with blood...."
Code words: I will walk to mordor
Baltasar Al-Ashqar,
Also known in life as ‘Diamond of Damascus’,
later ‘Demon of Damascus’,
shortened with time to ‘Daidamus’
Age:[/b]
2,090 years old.
History:
[/b][/size]Baltasar was born to a poor farming family who lived outside the city of Damascus, Syria in the year 79 BC. In the year 64 BC, when Baltasar was nearing his 15th year, the Romans invaded Syria and made it a roman province. During this time the roman soldiers wanted to punish those who were conspiring against them in the city of Damascus, and wanted control. Baltasar saw opportunity in this and sold out many families for his own greed, gaining coins whenever he found ‘information‘.
Slowly his own family, his wife and three sons, became wealthier. He started to invent elaborate plots to frame and discover ‘evidence’ of others working against the romans so that he could get money out of it and provide for a better life for his family. He continued to farm as well, but was looking for ways to enlarge and to afford larger healthier herds.
He grew to be more involved socially, and tried to get on the good sides of many roman officials- He pretended to have gained a huge amount of wealth in jewelry trading so they didn‘t know he was a farmer. He only dabbled in jewelry, but was a nervous liar, and they, because of his incessant ramblings on jewels, called him the ‘diamond of Damascus‘ in a teasing way. While selling his produce on the street stalls however, he heard talk of the ‘Demon of Damascus’ who would get people killed by his greed, though no one knew who it was at the time.
He gradually became more and more manic and nervous as the talk of the ‘Demon’ continued, and people’s aggression towards the mysterious figure became more evident. He couldn’t stop setting people up because it would mean his family wouldn’t be able to afford the property they now lived on, or the food for their animals. Gradually, Baltasar became insane and developed an intense paranoia. This paranoia was so great that one day he killed his wife and first son when they saw him framing someone, and then killed himself afterwards because he didn’t want to face up to the deed, setting to blame on his other two sons.
But his misery didn’t end there. Oh no, his misery hadn’t even started yet.
Baltasar found himself in the depths of a dark and scorching place. His flesh, no matter how often it burned, always healed with remarkable quickness in the afterlife, though he could feel all the pain of it, both burning and scarring, scabbing, breaking, growing.
Then after 100 years of burning, came the minor demons to step up his misery to a new level. Beings of torment came to him, and they tore his flesh and ripped him apart, piece by piece, stretched him, carved images into his flesh. Days later he would be fine, but the pain would never end.
400 years of this, and they moved on once again. By this stage he was tired of his suffering, but could do nothing to escape it, as wherever he went, the demons would follow. You’d think he’d get used to it, but this was not the case, as they continuously brought in new methods to inflict pain to him… but that wasn’t enough. This pain was felt on the physical level, but he was yet to feel the inner turmoil.
He would try forever to reason with them, knowing why he was brought here he would cry to them and say that he would never, as long as his soul remained eternal, would he ever betray those he loved again. And for the first time in 500 years, they spoke to him. They said.
“No. No you won’t.”
The hands of the demons then changed colours, as if developed, evolved from the cracking iced hands used before. Now they turned gold. The golden hands then did numerous things to him. Including the following:
-Piercing his eyes with needles of gold, and allowing golden fire ants to crawl into them and devour them slowly.
-Slice his lips again and again and holding his mouth closed by force. Every time they healed, they would form together a little more until eventually his lips were but one solid mass of flesh.
- breaking his vocal cords by hand, by ripping open his throat, doing the deed and then sewing the throat up again.
- and other unpleasant things.
Eventually, Daidamus became a demon himself, now unable to express any emotion at all, but at least he had his thoughts.
Of course they had ways of dealing with this, by speaking every secret ever told into his ears. This would be his last punishment here. He would next be assigned a task. Well, more a person to wait upon. It seemed a girl on earth had summoned him with many other demons, and decided to attack him to her family line. All he had to do was wait, and eventually, he would obtain one of her children’s children’s bodies.
His human to be attached to was Secernia. He was with her throughout her life. She summoned him into visible form when she was a girl, and he granted her a power through an agreement. Read her history for more details on what happened then.
Personality:
[/b] He doesn’t want any more hassle, he’s had enough. He just wants to take it easy and live out this girl’s life as long as possible. The longer he’s here, the less he has to be anywhere else, so he prefers earth to be sure. He knows everything that has ever happened, and everything that people are thinking, everything that isn’t said aloud, and things that are between the lines. However, with him having no mouth or eyes to convey his reactions to this, all he can really do if he doesn’t like where things are going, is act through Secernia’s body, which he has been known to do. Most of the time, he doesn’t bother, unless he learns of a serious threat. He’s also a little fucked up in the head, in that he has a jerking stutter, and tends to be very rude. He doesn’t really care about other people, only himself, and branching from that, Secernia. Though, if he could have a body without her, he would without a second thought.
Appearance:
[/b][/center]“She thought she heard the word 'Daidamus', but then, even that was the faintest muffled whisper. It only alerted her to look up.
The Demon had arrived. It had been with her her entire life. His body was tall, 7' in fact, and his fingertips rest on his knees when he stood upright. He had no eyes. It was not that he had empty sockets, but more that there was no place for them on his face. Nor mouth, as though it was covered up with flesh and filled with blood. His nose was small, and he breathed through this with huge intakes of breath, as he had no other way to breathe, not that he needed to. His ears were also quite large...
Despite his lack of eyes, it was as if Daidamus could see her, and turned his face in her direction....
For a moment the demonic creature just sat there, his black hair matted down his back with blood...."
Code words: I will walk to mordor
