Salvado, Cryier

REAPER

Name| Cryier Salvado
Height| 5’8
Weight| 180lbs
Age| Looks 16, Actual Age Unknown
Gender| Male


Race|

Reaper

Ability|

Gates: Cryier can literally tear through the dimensional cracks in the world so as to teleport himself or anything that has a physical form, including spells, into a different dimension and open another gate somewhere else to transfer it, or even withhold it within the dimension. However, he must tear through already existing cracks in the dimensional walls, and as such his power is randomized by the existence of the cracks (he cannot determine where anything will pop up). Also, he is unable to see the cracks which mean that he risks being hit, although the existence of cracks in the world is quite prominent, and for the fact that he can test the grounds before he tries for a full rip, since he can adjust the size of how much he wants, as long as he can touch something in the air, he knows it is a crack. Although he is unable to see the cracks though, it is possible to hear them, as they give off a sound that is unheard by most except Cryier himself. There can be an unlimited number of dimensional cracks in the area, although generally all the time, there are only five large enough to open. Just like any other crack, it has to be large enough to tear through otherwise there is no use. The cracks also do not exist just anywhere. Cryier has the secondary ability to draw the cracks nearer to him and thus they appear below him as well as in the different directions of the compass, all at most 1 meter away from him. Also, he has to physically tear them apart, and that means that even if there is a gate behind the opponent, he can’t mentally tear it, which makes this ability even more of a defensive ability than ever. This is a powerful ability which comes with a fatal flaw.

Monster Form|

In his monster form, Cryier grows wings that extend from his back, originating from somewhere below the shoulders. These wings are pitch black, and give off a deathly black aura, which can be seen by anyone, even those who are unable to sense Soul Residue, since it is hyper dense. The wings are shaped like those of a demon, bat-like and have a wingspan of about 2m, allowing for flight. They are covered on the back by scales, which allow the use of them for defence and their tips have sharp, blade like protrusions. Veins run down the wings, since they are a part of him.

His hands turn into claws, completely black, as if made of darkness. The tips of his claws are coated with a poisonous secretion from his body, which can numb the senses and place the person in a state of euphoria, letting Cryier kill his prey while they are in dreamland, part of his sadistic nature. His arms also become sleeker and more muscular, covered in the same darkness that forms his claws, although in a more “fire” sort of way, climbing all the way up to his shoulders and forming a flame that goes backwards, seemingly with no end.

His eyes become more cat-like, and his irises become yellow, while his sclera turns completely black. They seem to draw one in, like a sense of hypnosis, as his darkness reaches into their soul and corrupts it. His facial features do not change much, although his skin becomes much darker, a dark grey in fact and his hair becomes completely pitch black and longer, flowing down to about his shoulders. His body becomes more muscular and his clothing tears off, revealing his top half. His teeth become sharper, increasingly resembling fangs. Most would say he looks like a human, except for the wings, claws, skin color and facial features.

However, he has one more additional feature that is nowhere near human in appearance. His torso, the lower body, has completely lost its human form and is instead a swirling mass of tentacles, somewhat in a typhoon shape. This is made of hundreds of tentacles, each of which are tipped with a powerful poison that acts not only as a paralysis agent but also as an extremely strong aphrodisiac, capable of breaking down neural abilities and overwhelming the victim’s brain.

Enhanced Abilities (in Monster Form)|

In his monster form, Cryier gains an increased amount of physical and mental prowess, as well as the poisons he secretes from his claws and tentacles. These are potent, but the true enhancement comes in the form of his Gate ability, which has become more advanced and definitely more dangerous. Previously, his ability was limited by the already existing cracks in the dimensional fabric, thus being quite random and in the case of offense, being relatively useless.

However, in his monster form, Cryier gains the ability to open dimensional cracks of his own, allowing him to use his ability anywhere in the near vicinity, thus not only enhancing his ability but also allowing him to redirect attacks back to the opponent. There is a limit to how much Cryier can absorb though, depending on how strong the opponent is compared to Cryier. Generally, he can absorb attacks up to two times his rank, although that can only be used once. Therefore those that are equal in power to him can have 3 attacks absorbed at once, and vice versa. This only applies to anything that is formed of Spirit Residue. Any material weapons can be absorbed indefinitely, thus only spells are limited, since they are composed completely from Spirit Residue. This also means that buffer spells will be absorbed into the gates. Every time Cryier overshoots his limit though, he must rest for 1 min (2 posts) and there is a decrease in his overall strength (-2 SP) This helps in his offense and defence. Meanwhile, his gates begin to be able to absorb the life energy from the opponent, not only granting Cryier the same power the opponent lost, but also weakening the opponent. Every turn (post), Cryier gains one point on each stat (temporarily) while the opponent loses one. However, Cryier can only gain up to one tenth of the victim’s total power before the ability stops draining the life energy, partially because Cryier does not want to kill his prey as such. This enhancement does not take away the fact that he still must open the rips physically, although it destroys two of the previous limitations: the randomness and the existence, which gives him more control over the power, although the physical element still stays and if the attack is faster than him, he might have some trouble. All in all, this is still a defensive-based attack.


Eye colour| Crimson Red
Hair style| Spiky?
Clothing| Casual
Overall appearance|

Cryier can pass off as an ordinary teenage boy, and most will mistake him for one. However, there are some characteristics that separate him from everyone else, even other Reapers in their human forms. First of all, would be his build. Although he looks rather normal, or perhaps weaker than a normal human, most would be wrong when they assume his actual build. They would be right if Cryier was all he looked on the outside, quite normal and not at all muscular. But then again, nothing is what it seems. Behind this “weak” exterior lies someone who would be easily able to take on 10 martial arts masters and come out victorious, without a single cut. He stands at about 5’7, at a rather average height, perhaps a bit shorter or taller than some, his body build is more based on his naturally being an ecto-meso-morph than his actually structure and for the fact that his metabolism is rather fast. Perhaps it also has something to do with him being a Reaper, although that is highly speculated.

His hair is a snow white, with tints of red and blue here and there, not a very common natural hair color for most, and though some wonder whether that is his true hair color (since he is a Reaper), he insists that is 100% natural and that nothing has been done to it (although this might not be true). It is a rather unusual hair color and Cryier thinks that it makes him special out of those in his race and it mixes well with his eye color and facial features. Under different lighting, such as that of the moonlight, or dim ceiling light, his hair has a slight creamy tone to it, as well as feeling quite smooth although it might look rough. He combs his hair regularly, keeping it in check, since he is quite proud of his hair, and also styles his hair himself, using no gel but water and a comb; therefore he does not require any one to do his hair. His hair is of medium length, covering some of his forehead.

Cryier’s eyes are crimson red, or ruby red, depending on under what lighting it is observed and to various people, since it seems to be a mixture of both. In actuality, he has heterochromia, although it is barely obvious. One of his eyes is a darker shade than the other, so one being crimson red and the other one ruby red. His eyes have a subliminal gaze, so much that Cryier can somewhat convince people into doing what he wants them to just by looking into their eyes. Being a Reaper, his soul is extremely dark. And since the eyes are the window to the soul, this darkness penetrates into the soul of the one he looks at, slowly overwhelming them. His eyes are almond shaped, no difference there, and his irises have a rather blurred look, as if his mind is wandering. Most of the time, Cryier closes his eyes, guiding himself by his sense of direction, avoiding opening his eyes due to their hypnotic influence on feeble human minds.

His thin white eyebrows up his appearance, and are slightly arched, giving him a very cool and calm look, especially when his eyes are closed, so that he will not give off such a deathly aura as other Reapers, in fact seeming more humane than most of the rest of his kind, although he is nonetheless dangerous in every sense of his being. His face is quite smooth, while his cheeks are rather flushed, his skin being relatively tan. His nose is quite small in the sense, and his lips are rather thin. More interesting aspects about him are his headphones, gigantic sized gold-coloured headphones which he almost never takes off, since he loves listening to music. His regular choice of attire is a black sweater with a red rim and a pair of jeans. Inside, he wears a grey undershirt, although this is rarely seen.


Likes|
Torture: Cryier, although he looks rather subtle and seems to treat others more kindly than normal Reapers, is actually more sadistic than most, delving into torture when he battles against his prey.
Breaking Minds: Cryier loves to do this in the most literal sense, using his skills to break into the minds of humans and play with them until they break apart, after that they are no longer fun.
Observation: Cryier loves to observe the situation and make reflections on this situation. In this, he is impartial and well informed, to the point that he has been called a genius in the field. However, this ties in with his sadistic nature and even when people beg for mercy or help, he is apathetic and merely wants to observe their reactions before he finishes them off.
Literature: He finds all forms of literature, including music, very soothing for the soul, strange because of his personality, but he seems to have no grudges against nature and language as he does against humans.

Dislikes|
Humans: The creatures are not worthy to inhabit the Earth and Cryier will make sure that they suffer.
Hunters: They are just more hardy versions of the humans. And they are still unfit to inhabit the Earth. Who allowed humans to evolve and adapt to situations anyways?
Existing: Who said living forever is fun?
Disharmony: Cryier finds that things in disharmony, especially humans, are more annoying than they are when in harmony and as such, he despises disharmony.

Goals|
Genocide: Cryier’s main goal is to make sure that one day, humans no longer inhabit the world. However, for that to happen he needs to control more power. So his goal intersects with a yearning for more power. He wants to crush not only their bodies, but their souls and minds. And the exhilarating feeling of doing so… is euphoric.
Immortality: Cryier wants to gain the ability of immortality so that he can freely control this game of life, and he will never have to worry of death ruining his fun.
Fears|
Autophobia: Cryier has a subtle fear of being alone in the world, which is his reason for torturing humans, so that when he needs to, he can always have company in the form of dead minds.
Personality|

Cryier is a rather silent individual, choosing to indulge in his own devices instead of having a proper conversation with others and that he rather accomplish something that spend time talking about it for hours and hours without rest, like some humans do. It is also because he hates that he speaks the same language as humans, which makes him refrain from speaking, since he sounds like a human himself and sounding like something you hate from the bottom of your heart is really annoying, to many extremes. Obviously, being a Reaper, he couldn’t be bothered by offending others with his words, but conversations are usually pointless, as they get nowhere. He not only finds Reapers who talk a lot to be annoying, but also strange, since they are using the exact same language as the humans they think of as trash. It seems rather ironic to Cryier, frowning upon trash but using trash talk. Cryier hates any form of noise, although he loves music, due to his feelings for nature itself and that he seeks harmony in what he does. He knows that there is more to the world than meets the eye and he wants to find it out.

Being a Reaper, Cryier is naturally evil. He has evil thoughts, evil actions and even an evil jingle on his mobile phone. However, the true extent of his evil is his sadistic personality, which gives him a rather crazed appearance when he enters it. He loves to torment the guilty and corrupt the innocent, since he hates that he is the only one filled with darkness, he wants to smudge out the light and hope in the world. After all, most of it is produced by humans. And trash light is worse than no light. His personality makes it so that he is highly manipulative, using words of deceit and sowing a web of lies. He knows how to get into the human psyche and loves it when he is able to make people do what he wants, and they want to do it as well. The pleasure of knowing someone is in your control is comparable to fulfilling the most carnal desires of one’s heart. He has no conscience whatsoever, and as such can be considered pure evil in a sense. But the best part is when they are downcast, and want to be consoled, Cryier will step in and consol them, making them trust him as a pillar of support and slowly he can warp their minds until they finally break and become loyal to him.

Speaking of which, he has sworn no loyalty to anyone, working with other Reapers only for a common goal, which is to extinguish human kind. Of course, this means that if at any point he feels that they are of no use, they will be disposed of. It ties in with his sadistic nature that he does not destroy them physically, but emotionally and then finally breaking the minds and tainting their souls until they are just like him, if not worse. He is evil to the extent that he will corrupt even his own kind, seeing it all as a game. And when the game is no longer fun, there is nothing left to do but to reinvent it to make it fun, and thus Cryier will recreate them in his own twisted image. He has no honour at all, and follows no moral code. The only thing he hates is disharmony and as such, if everyone can become like him, then the world will be in peace and harmony, although in a state where the words have been twisted beyond belief. And to Cryier, a phenomenon such as that will be intoxicating.


Family| What family?
History|

Cryier just existed. He was never born. The first moment he opened his eyes, he existed. There were no parents involved in the equation. He didn’t even think there was a creator. He just existed. He wasn’t even sure whether he truly existed or was merely a phenomenon. But from the beginning, he knew that he was there. There was no doubt about that. It was a fact that he was living and breathing. And there was the stench of humans around him. By the time, he was already mentally mature. And his personality etched into his mind and soul. And how twisted they could be was a measure beyond measure. For at the sight of the first person he saw, he took whatever nearest object he could find. At the time, his body was that of a toddler. And he smiled evilly. Hours later, the police found the body of the man. His body had been torn apart, as if some strong animal had done it and on his smile was a creepy smile, as if he had enjoyed dying.

Cryier licked the blood off his fingers. So far, his body was still immature, and he had little control over his powers. He could not enter his monster form, but was still stronger than an average human being and held in his eyes the hypnotic influence that would allow his prey to become subdued. In his heart was a great darkness and hatred. Hatred for the human race ran through him. There was no reason for this hatred. It existed as he did. He hated, therefore he was. Cryier felt that if this hatred were to be removed, he would be a meaningless existence. And that fuelled his hatred even further. He was already sadistic beyond help and psychopathic as well. Nothing could curb his hunger for the spilled blood of humans. And it tasted so good. Cryier sat there, in the alley. No one suspected anything of the innocent looking toddler, as long as he smiled and his eyes were closed, he looked just like any other usual toddler; except he knew that he was very different from any human toddler. Cryier was in every sense sick and perverted mind, a twisted existence in the world, seeing everything as just a fun game that he could program and then reprogram as he wished. He was like something out of a horror flick.

As his body aged, and his mind became sharper, he wondered about his existence and his origins. He had to come from somewhere. There had to be parents of him. He could never exist upon himself. He was not God. He could be hurt. He knew. He had tried. Scars healed themselves quickly, but he was able to be cut. He was not immortal or invulnerable. That ruined the game for him a bit, but that meant that he had more power than an average player. He was a game master, not an administrator, nor a coder. But he could manipulate the program if he wished. Not externally, but internally. He would do to this world what his twisted mentality wanted to. It should have been easy for the leading psychiatrists and psychologists to get into his head. But he had planned firewalls in his mind that worked like a supercomputer. His intellect was only surpassed by his personality. And the few that managed to slip past his firewalls found themselves locked up in the asylum. No one could enter that state of mind and be sane. Cryier was definitely not sane. He would seem so… but in truth his mind was like that of a psychopath, apathetic of everything he did. He wanted to find his parental units, so that he could inflict the most torture he had. Meanwhile, the authorities tried to find the perpetrator who had took so many lives in the vilest of ways. And they would never know where to look.

Cryier had the body of a teenager when he found his birth parents. By then, he had committed so many murders and corrupted so many minds, ravished so many people that his entire past was stained with the blood of the innocent. His heart was an eternal darkness. No one would go there and survive. By now, he was much stronger than before, had grasped the experience of the world as well as his powers, the Gate ability and his own hypnotic influence. However, he still had yet to unlock his full potential: his monster form. Cryier knew that there was still a bit of humanity attached to his soul, something that would hinder him from becoming a real monster. And he was about to eradicate that hindrance. He found his parents, and his birth sister, a teenage girl, perhaps a bit younger than him; a happy family. He smiled at the thought that he would completely change this. He planned it step by step. First, he tracked down the family’s whereabouts in the day. Then he made friends with his sister, who had no idea of his identity. They became fast friends and she decided to bring him home. Her parents cordially invited him into their house, not knowing what kind of monster they had brought him. And when the time was ripe… he took action.

Cryier had a blade in his right hand and as his father shot a bullet at him, he tore through the dimensional crack in front of him. The bullet went through and disappeared as the rip closed. All of them stared in astonishment. His father shot again and again but the bullets when into the dimensional rip and never reappeared. He was a monster. But the limit came when he licked his sister on the ear, and started to touch her in places no one had touched her before. The angered father rushed towards him. But he was stronger, much stronger. And before long, he was drowning the poor man in the basin, bubbles coming out… then blood. And the man stopped struggling and fell limp on the floor. His wife went into shock, but then recovered and tried to attack her husband’s murderer. But seconds later, a metal pipe was tied around her neck as she suffocated to death. Only the teenage girl was left with her brother. And after seeing him take the lives of his parents, she was set on escaping. But her legs were rooted to the ground in fear. And then he stared into her eyes. They went expressionless, as if her soul had been captured. And when he whispered her name, she knew exactly what to do. She stripped herself of any clothing she had, and was soon wearing her birthday suit. But it wasn’t enough for Cryier. He wanted her to suffer. “Beg for it” he said. He wanted to corrupt his sister, turn her into a being as twisted as he was. She kneeled to the ground and begged for him to satisfy her. And he did. In front of his dead parents, Cryier raped his own baby sister, who was moaning, completely under his control. And then with the blade, he sliced her neck. Oh how glorious was that moment for him. Satisfied, he put on his clothes, walked out of the house, smiled to the neighbours and left the bodies in the freezer for the cops to find.

Year after year passed, and those who tried to find him never succeeded. The technology and knowledge back then was primitive. But he knew that somewhere he could find beings just as intelligent as him, if not more. Hopefully he could find someone that could be his match. But he wondered whether it would be possible for that to happen. After all, no one had seemed to be able to retaliate against him. Then a few more years passed. More murders happened, and for a hundred years, no one was able to comprehend the existence of the Psychopath, a name they had given Cryier, a name he was proud of. It was a title, something that meant he was known by the people and feared. There was no pattern to his killings. He did it for fun. But when he did it, he planned ahead. The only thing that was a pattern was how sadistic the murders were, and how when the people died, they were all smiling. After taking so many lives, Cryier had finally obtained his monster form. There was no lingering attachment to this world anymore. He killed men and raped women, and then killed their children. Men he found boring. Women were more fun. Especially those whose minds he had broken. They were like zombies. Their bodies could be used for play. The only things they felt were pleasure and pain. Nothing else mattered to them but to serve their master.

About a century after he had murdered his entire family, he found the existence of his kind, the Reapers. It seemed that they too had abilities, although some not as strong as him. He was able to track them down, and by that time, his powers had matured quite a bit. He was able to defeat a few members and get himself some recognition in the Reapers. After that, he merely killed more humans and learnt better methods to enter their minds and destroy them from the inside out. By the present time, he had taken so many lives that his past was bloodier than any of the other Reapers. And after rebelling against Susanoo, it got more interesting. All the other Reapers hated humans as well, which meant good for Cryier, since he had support on one issue. Hopefully if he could lead them down his path, they would understand his goals to create a new world. And as he stared down at the Academy, he wondered what he should do next.

Astounding. Absolutely astounding. Everything here is amazing and near perfect. However, I would like a little more information on his powers. I see the heavy limitations you've put on, but they're more or less "hollow" limitations. How exactly are you/we to determine when and where these cracks exist, and how many? How powerful of an attack can you absorb with this technique, how many of them, and what toll does it take on your mana/stats?

Updated. Added the limitations and what not that you suggested.

Hmm... everything appears to be in working order here. I'll Pre-approve it, but since we lack a Reaper Mod ATM, I'll send in the other Admin to check behind me.

And sorry for the absence. I think my computer has a virus, which is heavily impeding my web surfing.

Accepted.