The Lord of The Night
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(Hewwy or some other mod, you can go a[/size]head and delete Titus/Bane for wRHG's. This is a new guy. Well, he's actually an evolution from Titus and Bane. My hiatus from Stickpage did not mean I stopped writing. I evolved Titus as a character to an amazing degree in the past couple of months, and I believe he is now ready for combat as Sirius.)
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that he is approximately in his mid-30s
Appearance: His black silky smooth mid-length hair falls shoulder length, going towards the bottom of his neck and just above his upper back as the smooth bangs fall over his piercing green eyes a lot, causing him to brush them away constantly. He usually wears a casual T-shirt, tight around his muscular torso which revealed his toned abs, covered with a plain black hoodie. He usually only puts his hoodie up in places he doesn't know, as he is an outgoing person and likes to show his face. His pants were just regular faded blue jeans, the knees torn up slightly, but he never really cared as his resistance to cold was fairly high. Finally, he adorns on his feet a pair of dark black combat boots, with two spikes at the toes of each boot. The most notable feature about him is the scar on his face. It runs from beside his eye, down to his lower jawline, and is still plainly visible to anyone that was to look.
Personality: Sirius is a very enclosed individual, his demeanor and his personality both telling the story of a scarred man with now evil intentions. He is also very serious in fights, rather dying than
losing a fight, which would probably be one of the only ways he would allow himself to lose. Bane is mostly the same way, with the exception that he is more murderous and evil than even Sirius [/SPOILER]
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Psychological: He will get rather rageful and go into his sociopathic state of mind when one tries to pray to a god, or tries to tell him he isn't one multiple times. This rage is wild, and can be turned into something beneficial to the opponent.
Water: Sirius, with all of his powers, somehow never learned how to swim. Put him in water and he would drown, unless he transforms to Bane. He still can't swim, only float on the surface.[/SPOILER]
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Sirius Nightshade. Top of the food chain. A man who can be considered a sociopath maniac. He believes that he is the god of the world. But, how exactly did the sociopath personality of Sirius Nightshade turn out to be what it was?
Approximately 30 years ago, Sirius Nightshade was born. He was born three weeks premature, and He was a C-section, to his mother, Clarise Nightshade. His father, Lawrence Nightshade, was in the room as she gave birth to the handsome baby boy. Even with his handsome looks, there seemed to be something…emenating from him. A form of evil that could not be explained, making just about anybody uncomfortable within his presence. Realizing the evil that was within this seemingly harmless child, Lawrence bolted shortly after he was born, leaving the mother and her oldest son, Robert Nightshade.
Time went by, and Sirius grew older. By the age of five, his hair had grown to shoulder length in a dark black shade. His black eyes became more evident. He was becoming more and more evil by the day. His older brother kept his distance, but Sirius’ mother loved him more than anything in this world. She would always speak to him at night. She said he would be somebody. That he could make something of this world, and the evil that everybody else saw was simply not there.
Sirius continued to grow under his mother’s cooing and guiding voice. He tried to be a good little boy like his mother and older brother said. He tried to be like the other little children. That ran about the school playgrounds and across the city streets, without a care in the world. The little brats with snot flowing down from their nostrils, their tiny brains lacking any comprehension and common sense. Their lack of any form of intelligence is what agitated the youngling. While being an outsider and a strange child, he was also a complete brainiac. How he obtained such a vast intelligence to have the ability to read and understand college textbooks by the age of five is yet to be known. His parents were of average I.Q., as was his brother.
This great intelligence only increased Sirius’ agitation towards the children of his age. To Sirius, he was superior to them, and even his elementary school teachers. While they taught the children basic math when they were in the Second Grade, Sirius was already past college-level in reading and virtually every other subject known. By the age of eleven, he was deemed the youngest person of that time period to enter a Grade A college. His mother was oh so proud of him and his achievements at such a ripe age. The boy only replied with a snarl. Even in college level classes, he still felt superior to the people several years older than himself. The evil within himself slowly began to invade his thoughts. All of these inferior beings…could be brought under his control with such ease. All it would take is some carefully timed tactics…
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Years would go by. By the time he was fifteen, Sirius was already out of college with a Masters degree. His intelligence continuously grew, along with his underlying insanity. Oh, how these inferior beings should simply kneel to his feet, and beg to be spared of his unforgiving blade into their soft gullets. How good it would feel to have crimson red blood spray all over the ground. Even his dreams began to be filled with these images, and that was when his family would hear laughter in the dark of the night. Robert and Clarise, never had a clue about Sirius’ decreasing stability.
Being out of college and having nothing better to do seeing as his superiority complex left him with very little friends, the teenage Sirius began to partake in ungodly things. He would tell his mother that he was going to hang out with some friends of his, when in reality he was going to a secluded area to partake in dark magic. Eventually, continuous use of his dark magics resulted in him inadvertently calling forth a greatly powerful demon. He would only go by the name of Bane. Once a leader of hundreds of legions of demons, and a decorated Admiral. However, his uncontrollable drinking habits eventually lead him to be stripped of his stature, and left to roam about the demon world. In roaming, he sobered up due to nobody giving him any form of alcohol. When he was called to the earth by Sirius, Bane only looked him over at first glance. A very strange character. Upon first glance, he only looked like your average suicidal teenager. But he simply oozed evil, and it made the demon gleeful. The demon eventually decided to reside within the teenager’s body, forcing himself within the male’s mind and eventually stagnating there. This new guest sharing his mind only fueled Sirius’ sociopathiccc tendencies, resulting in the male rapidly spiraling out of control. He continued to delve into the dark magic, where Sirius began to obtain knowledge of shadow manipulation. Gradually, he continued to hone in that skill until he could finally master it many years later.
Clarise Nightshade was finally beginning to worry about her beloved son by the time he reached the age of 16. He did not have a job, no friends that stuck around for more than a day, and he was beginning to return home in the A.M. hours after leaving just when the sun began to hide between the mountaintops. The line was drawn when one night, Sirius had taken the knife given to him on his eighth birthday as a gift left by his father when he abandoned the family, and went up to his room. Slowly, painfully and methodically, Sirius stabbed the sharpened knife only an inch beside his right eye. He carefully created a clean cut, all the way down from that particular spot to his lower jaw. He did not scream in pain, or even whimper. He only laughed, as he stared at himself in the mirror, crimson blood completely covering the right portion of his face, dripping onto the hardwood floor of his room and forming a puddle. Yet, through all of this, he still felt that something was missing. Something was stopping him from reaching his full potential. When he returned downstairs that morning, his untreated wound had miraculously not become infected, and the pain had stopped. However, dry blood covered his face. He didn’t even bother to wash the knife until that afternoon. Her mother could not believe what she saw when he came downstairs. Immediately, she called her oldest son to look at the cut. Sirius made the argument that he had accidentally fallen. While his family was not nearly as smart as he was, they were not completely asinine either. The cut was too clean to simply be from a bad fall or scrape. His mother proceeded to scream profanities at him, slapping him across the bad side of his face.
“How could you do this to me?!” She would scream, “You’re such a smart man, and yet you act like an asinine teenager!”
Another, much harder slap to the face, and she stomped away, tears welling up in her eyes. Robert only gave Sirius an angry glare before walking away as well.
Sirius took a moment to stand in the room that they had angrily stomped out of. He allowed his hand to lift up, and feel his throbbing cheek, where he had been slapped. He was not upset, sad, or disappointed with himself. His face was filled with curiosity. His mother had never screamed at him before, much less slapped him across the face. His curiosity eventually spiraled into deep anger. How dare she touch him like that! How dare his older brother even LOOK at him in that manner! They had absolutely no right to do such a thing. They were…They were…
Inferior to him.
That was it. That was what was stopping him. Why had he not seen it before?! He was within a family filled with asinine idiots, who did not deserve to live under the same roof as him. Robert was 28 now, and he was only working at some fast food joint. He dropped out of college as a freshman there, and never returned. His mother was in her early 50s, crows feet and wrinkles invading her once soft and precious and face. She was on the verge of retirement. Sirius was young. He was full of life. He was athletic and had power in his body and in his brains. He had everything that those two didn’t have. He finally understood what was holding him back from reaching his full potential.
He had to kill them.
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He didn’t need to plot their deaths all that much. He wasn’t going to try to hide anything, really. Nobody would suspect it to be him, and the police would only think he was dead somewhere as well since he was planning on falling off the grid as soon as the deaths occurred. It only took him a minute to figure that part out.
As he rapidly began to formulate the plan in his mind, a smile on his face formed, growing wider and wider with each passing moment. His knife was fastened to his belt tucked safely away in it’s sheath. His hand slowly rested upon the sheath. The invasive thoughts continue to swirl through his head. Before long, he was not even in control of his ow