WORLD OF ENCHANTMENT! (original) (raw)

Name: Del
Age: 158
Contact Info: AIM: enohNO13

Characters Name: Damian “Ami” Nakalair
Characters Journal: damian-nakalair.livejournal.com
Characters Age: The hell if he knows, but obviously longer than 100.
Characters Race: Felid
Characters Class: Scientist, with previous Ninja training

Physical Description: First and foremost, to get it out of the way, he is BLIND. He doesn’t seem like it, but I assure you, he’s blinder than anything that doesn’t have eyes. Which is pretty damn blind. As such, his eyes lack any obvious pupils, as they are sealed up in a color a mere shade lighter than the irises, which happen to be a dark lavender. The whites of his eyes are not black but a bloody crimson which freaks out many.

In cat form, he appears as a large-enough-for-one-grown-adult-and-small-child-to-ride jaguar, with slightly longer and more tapered ears and with russet red markings instead of black. His body is sinewy, powerful and fast and, and lets not even get started on his jaws, which could easily crush three skulls in one bite(as jaguars tend to do).

When in humanoid form, he is surprisingly on the short side, standing at 5’5 upright, with light caramel skin that has faint traces of his markings on his back, arms and neck. He has cat ears peaking out from his long and silky pink hair, which reaches down to his ankles, and a tail, the claws on his feet are retractable, but the claws on his hands, while retractable as well, barely listen to him, mostly to do with nerve damages that only impaired that ability and left a couple of nasty scars on his hands that are thankfully in full mobility, which he often wears gloves over. His hair is usually silky, although not naturally, but if he gets frustrated or it’s more humid than normal, it frizzes like a mother fucker, and let’s not get started on rain. So, he usually has it up in a braid or some other style. But done with his colors and minor details, lets get to his body.

By all means, he is 100% male. No ovaries, a vagina or womb. And yet, by some twist of fate, he was graced with boobs the size of Mt. Rushmore, hips that could put Shakira and Fergie to shame, legs like an Arabian horse rider, and a figure so curvy that hourglasses can only wish they could grow up to be.

But enough with over exaggeration.

Often enough, he is mistaken for a succubus, although when real one is present the differences are clear. He does have a curvy hourglass figure and his breasts are a pretty heavy double D, but he surely has a dick as well. Everything about him looks completely feminine, even when he dresses as a man. He seems to take this in stride, though, and has a habit of cross-dressing constantly, style changing erratically, although for the most part you can see him in gothic Lolita or Victorian fashion, and usually in light colors, a favorite of his being white, just to fuck with people.

Racial Traits: Lessee… Turns into a cat, frizzy hair(when not tamed by dozens of hair products), claws, sharp teeth, cat appendages when human, aura of wrongness and able to use psionics. Yeap, he’s a boreal felid. He’s just not anti-social.

Current Location: Liyaan

Background: WARNING! Very long history.

He was found as a baby somewhere in the woods or the like by a secluded elderly Nyn couple, who were part of a side branch of the Ninja Clans, although retired. Of course, they knew exactly what he was but didn’t mind, something that confounds him to this very day. As expected of a boreal, he was more troublesome than you’d usually expect a child to be, but his nature, in general, was obedient to those with power, if not very ill-minded and mannered. Occasionally, he would disregard warnings or orders by his parents as he grew up to train as a ninja, a secret to even the clans, considering that the couple was well hidden and were practically hermits. There was no hiding the fact that he had womanly features despite being male, and had a habit of dressing as a woman, first for the sake of practicing disguise, then out of enjoyment. Eventually, he found himself paying attention to fashion and looks, and then boys. What annoyed him more than him becoming feminine was the fact that his parents didn’t mind at all.
One day, a few years before he would strike puberty, he decided to disobey his ‘father’s’ warning not to go to the city alone and went anyway. On his way back, however, he was ambushed by thieves, and while the battle was long, he eventually fell to their mercy. Figures these thieves were Nyn. They recognized him as a boreal and tortured him some as ‘punishment’ for simply being alive. To this day, he never trusts or even associates with Nyn, no matter what. The two tortures that would remain with him for as long as he lived would be when they stabbed his hands together into a tree with a holy blade and electrocuted the said metal, leaving him with lasting scars and the nerves in his hands messed up to the point of being unable to retract his claws at will, and then when they blinded him with fierce light and fire. He was saved, however, by his ‘parents’ swooping down to his rescue, and healed him to the best of their ability. However, they could not save his eyes or fully repair the nerve endings in his hands, but erased most of the scars, especially the ones around his eyes.
He was lightly scolded for disobeying, but by now he had come to the mind that his ‘parents’ knew what the fuck they were doing, so it’d be his best interest to listen to them. As such, even when they had passed away, he still follows their ‘orders’, and to others, they would be what many would mistake as morals, something unheard of in a Boreal.
But when they DID die, he took all he needed and sold off the rest- Although cremated them, as was their ‘orders’, with an item they treasured, and burned the house afterwards… After he stripped it of things he could use/make a profit off of. So in the end, all he kept were standard supplies exclusive to ninjas, a pack, and clothes. Even blind, he found that he had a sixth sense, of sort, or perhaps intuition, on what was around him, colors and the like. It got to the point where people don’t really even believe he’s blind, and he enjoys fucking with people’s heads.
And then he was caught by another group of Nyns somewhere in his sixties. He’s still not sure who or what that group was and did, but they locked him somewhere in a dungeon, occasionally dropping by to feed him, and generally torment him verbally. They never touched him, though, perhaps mistaking him for a woman, and kept him in that dungeon until he was sold into a rich Undine family. The situation barely changed, with the exception that they also came to collect blood samples and they figured out he was male. He had better accommodations, though, so he didn’t complain too much, however, being confined literally drove him crazy. No, seriously, it did.
So crazy, in fact, that he now sees the world as a story, or perhaps game, anything, that is controlled by a writer or player, his life simply a means of sadistic pleasures for whoever came up with him. He believes this to the point where he thinks even the goddess is just another piece of the game, but self preservation kept him from stating this, as many people would accuse him of blasphemy and hunt him down.
And Ami was sure he would be stuck in that damn room for eternity; until the door was opened by a young girl and her friend and let him go. Blood was everywhere, but he left and never came back, so he’s not sure what happened there. All he knows is that he was free, and that was that. So, after becoming free, he decided to learn some science. Why? Well, to blow shit up, of course! He found he had a love of explosions, the sounds they made in the distance was amazing, and it was what he had intended to do before he was sold into slavery.
So become a scientist he did, chemistry something he liked far more than he should’ve, and often enjoyed blowing up small kittens and the like, simply because he could. He still follows the orders of his parents to the end, though, and often finds himself doing good deeds, which is why people mistake him as a ‘good’ boreal. He’s not. Just obedient.

Personality: Deceptively cheery and polite speaking, if not for his complete wrongness for an aura, one would mistake him as a ‘Fairy Godmother’ sort of fey. He even has an umbrella and the whole help in need thing going on, even if helping only to further his own ends. He is vain about his appearance and loves to fuck with people’s heads. He believes in the fourth wall, and occasionally would look in a direction or speak to no one that is there, as if someone were watching it all. He would drop you as soon as he picked you up if his ‘orders’ didn’t come into play concerning you, and would most likely blow you up. He’s become rather adept to finding the loop holes in the said orders, so don’t expect too much from him.

Powers and/or Abilities:
Basics Psionics- Telepathy, levitation and regeneration
Elemental Psionics- Fire

Sexual Preferance: He’ll fuck whoever the hell he has to fuck, dammit.

Anything else we should know? If you haven’t actually done something for him, say, save his life or such, never completely trust his words and always leave room for doubt. Otherwise, his word is as good as gold, if not better.