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The Golden Tether

The Pixion

Belial

smoldering

" There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them f a l l a w a y
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting "

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enchanting, smoldering creature scented of smoke and ashe; belial engulfs the room with dread, forcing the darkness to plague all around him. by touch, he alleviates or by malice, he ignites. for he is the nightmare haunting dreams and the fire that torches flesh. crafty sprite, he conjures those beyond the plane for the enjoyment for none other than his own.

☾ height
6'10"

☾ weight
278lbs

☾ body type
mesomorph

☾ complexion
sleek, black panther-like with hints of light grays.

☾ hair
white-ashen strands, matted with partial dreadlocks, and braids. head shaved along the sides.

☾ perfume
smells of ash and campfire, with hints of cinnamon and hickory

☾ eyes
red in color, pupils are a deep navy that are outlined in gold/orange

☾ stone
red fox agate

☾ voice
thranduil

☾ play by
jord liddell

☾ noteable items
gold bird and rat skull necklace, jade/gold forehead accessories.

☾ wardrobe
loose, airy fabrics normally dark within color and hemmed in gold in a desert dweller fashion.

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a design -- this was what the pixion were. bred for wars to never come, nor squabbles to squash; nonetheless, belial was created for those instances, even if they never came. birthed of the finest, more desired sire, belial took hold his wondrous features: strong build, gem stone similar, but his power was the true inheritance. his mother, sweet thing -- how he took hold of her wild spirit, wild just as the ashen locks, but more so, her learned skills of the dark arts. belial was the darkness sought, placed within training since the boy could walk; years of his life wasted away through combat and skilled training for resourcefulness. a keen eye, caught through observation, belial was pulled to serve the king's young son, francis. the boy violent, which was the reasoning for selection; belial was a constant companion for the boy, still a young himself, partaking in every activity with the young prince. as the pair matured, it was to the king's surprise that his created slave developed wings, dark in nature; this had been the downfall, as his dust effected the prince, unbeknownst to those around. the prince's nature had become twisted, frantic, burdened down with crippling mental anguish. the boy more violent, beat his companion for the feeling of dread, as a release. belial had onlookers convinced that it was he, a savior, as he could alleviate the boys symptoms with a simple touch. his effect on francis turned violent against a precious soul, of his own kin, forcing belial to act out in order to spare her. in that moment, his full force had awakened to all those within his proximity -- his farce was unveiled. he paid for his sins in blood. francis had been the one to order his wings be removed, but by his father and aunt's hand, belial's wings had been saved, yet torn. belial was removed from the palace to serve his new mistress. there, he was used for his gifts within the occult and the main attraction at her lavish parties. a pedestal, he was placed upon, and doted as if he was a mediocre debutante. belial had communed with the dead, unfortunate enough to have a spirit attached to him; he used the spirit, offering false readings for personal gain, which lead to a death of a well known elite. to his surprise, his mother had been brought forth to check the integrity of his reading; she hexed the young man, warning him with a branding upon his chest, geode in appearance of the stones both she and the sire combined, permanently attached the apparition (as punishment) to her son, but left those with a lie that he spoke the truth. not long after, the king met his end, and belial was forced out during the liquidation, sold for precious coin.

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☾ facade
cool demeanor, often cold, yet alluring. his voice smooth, yet dripping with an underlining venom. though within enslavement, belial still holds his head proudly, and uses forced, open behavior to lure hapless victims toward him. though, alone, quieted being left to his vices and solace. only around those trusted, belial allows small pleasures of comfort and contentment seep through the cold cracks. under influence of vices, belial becomes impish and boisterous, seeking life in the center.

☾ physical
brooding and tall, his might matches his size in a leaner fashion. under flesh, despite being well fed or malnourished, belial's musculature is a prized physique he maintains. hair wild, mixed of dreadlocks, loose strands, and numerous braids; although a mixture of textures, it remains elegantly barbaric.

☾ mental
a strong resolve and will without the collar, hindering his full abilities; belial remains a stonewall phsyically, but immersed into the cold black, left with his demons to gnawl at him. a test for the ages, maintaining calm collective while combating his inner dread. without the collar, there is normalcy, but with it attached, he endures.

☾ downfall
mental psyche taken a toll, he seeks to numb himself. narcissism and vanity, only with a daily dose of opiodes or what is available, chased behind a few shots of favored poison. once for recreation, now a daily fiend; he maintains control, or so he says, but does not take more than what he needs to maintain a normalcy.

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