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Character Information
Basics
Name: Matthew Tuck
LJ screen name: xwakingthedemon
AIM screen name: xLastxFightx
Series: Bullet for My Valentine
Requested Character: [No]
Gender: Male
Age: His human body is 25 but he’s truly ageless.
Species: Christian Mythos Demon
Side: [Evil]
Powers/Advantages: Cresil is a demon of sloth and impurity. He can move through reflective surfaces; mirrors, glass, still bodies of water. The palms of his hands are black with red veins through them and he can deliver different sorts of poisons and impurities through a touch of his pal. He wears fingerless gloves when he doesn’t need to use the power so that he can pass for human and not accidentally infect someone before he’s ready. He can give off an energy that makes others lethargic and calm and when they become pliable and drowsy he feeds off their energy.
Weaknesses/Disadvantages: Matthew doesn’t care for bright lights or the sun, he’ll wear sunglasses or just stay indoors. If he doesn’t feed regularly he himself becomes victim to his powers, becoming torpid and vulnerable. Because of the way his palms look and the pestilence that comes from them he must keep them covered whenever he’s not using his power.
City Life
Occupation: Hanging out on random street corners picking out tunes on his guitar and pretending to panhandle.
Residing Quadrant: [West]
Other
RP Sample:
xlastxfightx
Matthew sat perched on the newspaper vending machine, headlines screaming about war between his dangling legs. He picked a slow tune out on the strings and then thumped his thumb against his guitar a few times as he regarded the scene kid infront of him. "What do you want, puppy? I got no cash, get out of here."
Spookshow Apocalypse
"Wasn't askin’ for money, fucking Christ, man. You always gotta bring it down to its basics. Whatcha want? Whatcha got? Never nice to see ya? Or fuckin' how do-ya-do? Naw, man." Puppy was strung out, eyes blazing and wide and he kept pulling at the strands of his hair like there was something crawling through them.
xlastxfightx
He laughed, threw his head back and howled and didn't give a shit about what people thought as they passed by. "Well, howdy-fuckin-do and what do you want?" He liked the kid, little flea bitten crack head that he was. Wasn't any worse or any better than the rest of them knocking about on the streets and alleys. Matthew strummed the strings hard and fast as he narrowed his eyes. "I ain't got no fucking money for your habit. I ain't got no fucking time for your begging. Suck my dick or get the hell away from me." He growled the words deep and sarcastic to the thrumming and then hopped down off the vending machine. He had a handful of bills in his pocket and a desire for some strong coffee. He flipped the kid the bird and walked off humming random notes in his head.
Spookshow Apocalypse
"Hey! Fuck you, man! You can't sing for shit!" Puppy called after the older man and returned the one finger salute. What a dick. He stuffed his grimy hands into the pockets of his hoodie and took off looking for someone else to get money from, someone that wasn't such a self important douche.
Brief History: Hell wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. Sure there was some sweet music and the orgies were great but he really wasn’t into the whole torture and burn side of it. After a few millennia of it all Cresil was bored out of his mind. He went through all the red tape, Hell was run by bureaucrats of course and after a few years of forms and regulations and wheeling and dealing Cresil got a pass for some Earth bound fun. He slipped into the roll as human easily and took the name Matthew Tuck. Earth was pretty cool, sin and apathy were rampant and the music and sex was just as good as down below. Humans were too easy, they gave in quick and wasn’t even a challenge and he quickly got bored of them. He had a quota to fill of course, souls to damn and all that bullshit and he found that so long as he got those damned spirits to the pits in time he was left alone to do whatever he pleased. So he turned his attention to other creatures, things that could give him a run for his money and put a little excitement in his existence. Cresil enjoys loud music, playing the guitar, wild sex, writing depressing poetry for giggles and drinking 40s. When he’s recently fed and full of energy he’ll hit up bars and shops and move around the City like he belongs there and when he’s tapped out and running low he’ll become lazy just sitting around picking out tunes on his guitar on a random street corner and waiting for his next meal.
Play By: Matthew Tuck
