Appearance ||
You will never find a more perfect human being. I am perfect, therefore, I am all you could ever hope to find on this forsaken planet. Deny my charm, my allure? You cannot. You will not. If you do, I shall strike you do with all your impurities. Worship at my feet and perhaps you may stay, just long enough to provide the constant attention I need. Just don't touch me. Never let your filthy fingers brush against my perfectly tanned skin or the hard-earned contours of my muscles. I shudder at the thought. You are imperfect, impure, and as such, have no right touching a God. Yes, I am a God. Do you not understand that? Look at my height and see how I dwarf you. Rounding in at 6'3", I tower over you. Defy me and my abilities so that I may crush you. I'll wipe your impurities from the earth and it will mean nothing.
Stop staring at my perfect body. Your eyes have not earned the right, and they never will. Lust for it all you want, I will not let you touch it. I've spent years forming this, myself, from weights and training. Your grime will not defile it. Day after day, through the sacrifice of sweat and time, I have sculpted a being so fine, none will compete with me. My bare arms pulse with the definition of such power that is unattainable by normal mortals. But don't you forget now, petty being, I am a God. You will never be able to understand my power or my beauty, for I am the sheer essence of perfection. Abandon your foolish struggle to understand, for it is a lost cause.
My hair was gifted from my father, while my blue eyes from my mother. Even so, I consider my creation as having nothing to do with them. Everything about me screams divinity, yet how can that be so if I was birthed by mortals? This is why I will forever deny my lineage. They are not mine and will never be mine. I have no earthly parents and they never quite understood that. Controlling such an unruly child and later, a vicious teen, was an awful burden. Through their own weakness, they failed to contain me. I do not blame them. Afterall, they are simply human and I, on the other hand, am not.
Personality ||
You will never understand me, so why must I explain? Dull beings that you are, acting as simple playthings of my own, humans offer me little companionship. Some say I am cruel, unnecessarily so, while others believe me to be the most awe-inspiring thing they have ever encountered. Even so, like flies to a bug zapper, you all come in the end. Drawn by my power, my Godly allure, you cannot help yourselves. You'd kill to bask in my glory and I love it.
Ruling my small kingdom, I'll command you at my will. You'll throw your life away for me and that is how it should be. But do I need you to sacrifice your life for me? No. Don't fancy yourself for even a moment that I would think that highly of you. I fight my own battles, draw my own blood, and no one is a match. Why would I need you to die for me? I don't. I want you to die for me. To have complete power over everything, including your decisions, that is my goal. Even if you don't realize it, it's your own goal as well. I am a God, remember? You simply can't forget it. You simply can't ignore it. I'll ask you to take up arms with me and fight and you will.
Holding anyone close to my heart is impossible. I cannot understand how those around me and find any attraction to each other. They are all so impure. Finding the flaws in everyone with my fierce, blue eyes, I can never find anything else. Nothing good rises to the surface and nothing probably ever will. If I won't even let you touch me, what makes you think I could ever love you? Anybody for that matter. You are my servants and you have no right being anywhere near the level of a king, no, a God.
History ||
ONCE AGAIN, WIP. FILLLA. I PROMISE I'LL GET THESE STUPID HISTORIES FILLED IN LATER WITH AN ACTUAL STORY. JUST WANTED TO GET WHAT I HAD POSTED UP. BLAH. BLAH. BLAH. PARENTS ABANDONED HIM AT THE AGE OF 14, WHEN HIS GOD-COMPLEX GOT WAY OUT OF CONTROL. BELIEVES THE ONLY WAY TO HELP PURIFY THE WORLD IS TO GO INTO THE GAMES AND MAKE HISTORY. WILL DOMINATE IN THE ARENA AND SPREAD HIS IDEAS OF BEING A RULER TO EVERYONE ONCE HE HAS REACHED HIS CROWN. HAS NO MERCY OR HEART. LACKS ANY REAL EMOTION BESIDES HATE, ANGER, RAGE, ETC. BELIEVES HIMSELF TO BE EQUAL TO A GOD. NARCISSISTIC TO THE MAX. YADAYAYADAYAYADADADA. BLAH. YUP. LATER. I PROMISE.
Token || A silver crown charm on a silver chain that rests in his pocket. It symbolizes his victory and his reign as the ruler of, well.... everyone.
Skills ||
Nothing is beyond me or my knowledge. Yes, I am a God, therefore, I will not fail. Give me my sword, which always lays neatly in my belt, and I will slay any opponent. Cleansing the earth with the massacre of the impure, I will rise above all else with my power. I will run my blade through those inferior to me and those who refuse to accept my power. No one matches me and no one knows this better than me. Into the arena I shall walk, tearing through the Gamemakers hell and sending all other 23 impure tributes to sleep. My power to wield any weapon, even if I prefer my sword, will give me the edge that I need. This perfect body that has no end to its own energy, will push through the Games until I have my crown. I will not stop, and I cannot fail.
Weaknesses || I have none. I will not waste my time learning first aid or how to gather plants. That knowledge is not needed. But don't you dare claim this as my weakness! For I have none. These skills that others call a necessity are not something I desire. I am a God, and Gods don't bleed. If I have any weakness at all, you would never understand them. My weakness is the impurity so abundant in others. You all drive me crazy, insane, with your impure lives. Why does a God desire so greatly to rule such an impure people? Because through my own reign, I shall cleanse them all.
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