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	{{CharacterBio \| color = #228B22 \| picture = ~~anonymous~~.png \| name = Demonicor\| age = 28 \| race = Human \| affiliation = Black Ravens \| status = Alive...? \| caption = Sanity is overrated }}		{{CharacterBio \| color = #228B22 \| picture = demon.png \| name = Demonicor\| age = 28 \| race = Human \| affiliation = Black Ravens \| status = Alive...? \| caption = Sanity is overrated }}

	==Appearance==		==Appearance==

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-'''Rabite Forest'''
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-October 11, Year 349
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 seemed, had a sense of humor.  No matter, they would work just fine for what
 he had planned.
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	The miniature genocide within the fountain had proven to be a most useful		The miniature genocide within the fountain had proven to be a most useful

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	'''''Alternate:'''''		'''''Alternate:'''''

	He looks quite rugged, if a little ~~underdressed~~; slade-black sleeveless clamshell armor, loose fit, black pants, a pair of steel-toed boots, and what appears to be black and red skin-tight gloves running partway up his forearms, it is nearly impossible to tell where the gloves end and his flesh begins. His hair is short cropped and platinum white, spiked back away from his face. A small dagger is strapped to his hip, and a small black duffel bag is slung over his shoulder.		He looks quite rugged, if a little under-dressed; slade-black sleeveless clamshell armor, loose fit, black pants, a pair of steel-toed boots, and what appears to be black and red skin-tight gloves running partway up his forearms, it is nearly impossible to tell where the gloves end and his flesh begins. His hair is short cropped and platinum white, spiked back away from his face. A small dagger is strapped to his hip, and a small black duffel bag is slung over his shoulder.

	In either form, his eyes retain a unique quality of madness that is difficult to replicate.		In either form, his eyes retain a unique quality of madness that is difficult to replicate.

	==Personality==		==Personality==
	Somewhat of a mad scientist at heart, he has a tendency to experiment with what magic he has at his disposal; this often leads to either great success or hilarious ~~faliure~~, he has however paid the price a few times for such reckless curiosity. He is much more reserved and stable within the company of others, and less likely to use his powers, often seeming carefree and laid back, if a little philosophical.		Somewhat of a mad scientist at heart, he has a tendency to experiment with what magic he has at his disposal; this often leads to either great success or hilarious failure, he has however paid the price a few times for such reckless curiosity. He is much more reserved and stable within the company of others, and less likely to use his powers, often seeming carefree and laid back, if a little philosophical.

	==Backstory==		==Backstory==
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	Finding a quiet secluded spot wasn't too difficult with the onset of dusk; but drawing runes, arranging everything required, and double-checking it with the help of candlelight was a little more trying. He quietly pronounced each of the words three times as he looked them over before placing himself as the focus of the ritual and beginning to read the chant out loud.		Finding a quiet secluded spot wasn't too difficult with the onset of dusk; but drawing runes, arranging everything required, and double-checking it with the help of candlelight was a little more trying. He quietly pronounced each of the words three times as he looked them over before placing himself as the focus of the ritual and beginning to read the chant out loud.

	It didn't take long before he felt the words reshaping reality, changing him, pulling at the threads of his mind and soul to separate them. He wasn't the only one, an echo of his own voice came ~~spliting throgh~~ his mind like a shout through white noise "-re y-u doi-g -u-e -i-g to kill - both you idiot!" but he ignored it and continued the chant, the air around him beginning to waver as he repeated the words.		It didn't take long before he felt the words reshaping reality, changing him, pulling at the threads of his mind and soul to separate them. He wasn't the only one, an echo of his own voice came splitting through his mind like a shout through white noise "-re y-u doi-g -u-e -i-g to kill - both you idiot!" but he ignored it and continued the chant, the air around him beginning to waver as he repeated the words.

	The spell continued to rend half of his mind from the other, tearing bits of knowledge and supplying others in their stead, his memories for the other, meshing them into a whole new experience and view of his life, blurring his lives at the edges when they slept but retaining most of his own as the air crackled around him like contained energy in a kettle.		The spell continued to rend half of his mind from the other, tearing bits of knowledge and supplying others in their stead, his memories for the other, meshing them into a whole new experience and view of his life, blurring his lives at the edges when they slept but retaining most of his own as the air crackled around him like contained energy in a kettle.
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	==Abilities==		==Abilities==
	'''Enduring soul:''' It is difficult to truly kill the aspect of his soul, as evidenced by it having been partitioned, split, ~~rended~~, drained, stretched, and repaired a few times since his birth. So long as his soul is housed within his body, it will slowly regenerate.		'''Enduring soul:''' It is difficult to truly kill the aspect of his soul, as evidenced by it having been partitioned, split, rent, drained, stretched, and repaired a few times since his birth. So long as his soul is housed within his body, it will slowly regenerate.

	'''Hellfire Gloves:''' His hands and a portion of his arms are permanently blackened and scarred by hellfire, caused when he stupidly reached through a portal to try grabbing an escaping lesser-demon, giving the effected skin a blackish-red leathery hue. Effects (if any beyond visual) are unknown.		'''Hellfire Gloves:''' His hands and a portion of his arms are permanently blackened and scarred by hellfire, caused when he stupidly reached through a portal to try grabbing an escaping lesser-demon, giving the effected skin a blackish-red leathery hue. Effects (if any beyond visual) are unknown.
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	*'''Fleshcraft:''' Requiring a substantial amount of energy, and a fully dead corpse (no reanimation), he can reshape the materials within a body into a new form: bones, organs, and flesh.		*'''Fleshcraft:''' Requiring a substantial amount of energy, and a fully dead corpse (no reanimation), he can reshape the materials within a body into a new form: bones, organs, and flesh.

	*'''Soul Extraction:''' Using a mixture of his energy and the energy of a dying creature, he can rip their souls from their body to store within a soul gem (note: at current skill, the soul is ~~rended~~ into tatters. While this makes it very malleable, there is not much left of the former creature)		*'''Soul Extraction:''' Using a mixture of his energy and the energy of a dying creature, he can rip their souls from their body to store within a soul gem (note: at current skill, the soul is rent into tatters. While this makes it very malleable, there is not much left of the former creature)

	==Relationships==		==Relationships==

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	He befriended an older mage, somewhat seedier and less reputable than most at the court, but the man didn't ask many questions if he was being paid. It was something between a friendship and a business relationship, building trust between each other, until a year later he finally asked about seperating a portion of a person's soul.		He befriended an older mage, somewhat seedier and less reputable than most at the court, but the man didn't ask many questions if he was being paid. It was something between a friendship and a business relationship, building trust between each other, until a year later he finally asked about seperating a portion of a person's soul.

	Things became unsteady fast, and devolved into an argument, but he extracted a promise to help. They didn't see much of each other for awhile, and he buried himself in arms training, shying away from acquaintences at the court.

	Things became unsteady fast, and devolved into an argument, but he extracted a promise to help. They didn't see much of each other for awhile, and he buried himself in arms training, shying away from acquaintences at the court.		Things became unsteady fast, and devolved into an argument, but he extracted a promise to help. They didn't see much of each other for awhile, and he buried himself in arms training, shying away from acquaintences at the court.

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	==World Notes==		==World Notes==
	====Genocide====		===Genocide===

	'''Rabite Forest'''		'''Rabite Forest'''

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	He was in essence a child in a body nearing adulthood, and children learn quickly; not only about what they can do, but what they desire. It soon became as day and night for the two; both literally and figuratively as they developed a cycle. He cared little for political power, and within two years time instead fell into the world of daily pleasure, sharing time with his original personality only when he needed to rest.		He was in essence a child in a body nearing adulthood, and children learn quickly; not only about what they can do, but what they desire. It soon became as day and night for the two; both literally and figuratively as they developed a cycle. He cared little for political power, and within two years time instead fell into the world of daily pleasure, sharing time with his original personality only when he needed to rest.

	By his 15th year, he had ~~commited~~ his first murder, and reveled in it, opening up with it a gate to a new world of possibilities. And as one grew more ~~despondant~~, the other grew more worried, for while they slept, the other's world was little more than a hazy dream, and one was turning into a nightmare.		By his 15th year, he had committed his first murder, and reveled in it, opening up with it a gate to a new world of possibilities. And as one grew more despondent, the other grew more worried, for while they slept, the other's world was little more than a hazy dream, and one was turning into a nightmare.

	Using his family's connections, he barely managed to escape most of the suspicion and lived the semi-normal life of a noble apart from his shadow, but by the age of 18, it was getting harder to hide all the evidence. More people asked more questions ~~evey~~ time, so he began to get in touch with contacts his darker-side shied away from.		Using his family's connections, he barely managed to escape most of the suspicion and lived the semi-normal life of a noble apart from his shadow, but by the age of 18, it was getting harder to hide all the evidence. More people asked more questions every time, so he began to get in touch with contacts his darker-side shied away from.

	He befriended an older mage, somewhat seedier and less reputable than most at the court, but the man didn't ask many questions if he was being paid. It was something between a friendship and a business relationship, building trust between each other, until a year later he finally asked about ~~seperating~~ a portion of a person's soul.		He befriended an older mage, somewhat seedier and less reputable than most at the court, but the man didn't ask many questions if he was being paid. It was something between a friendship and a business relationship, building trust between each other, until a year later he finally asked about separating a portion of a person's soul.

	Things became unsteady fast, and devolved into an argument, but he extracted a promise to help. They didn't see much of each other for awhile, and he buried himself in arms training, shying away from ~~acquaintences~~ at the court.		Things became unsteady fast, and devolved into an argument, but he extracted a promise to help. They didn't see much of each other for awhile, and he buried himself in arms training, shying away from acquaintances at the court.

	He awoke one night months later in his bed, covered in blood, with two women, dead on either side of him. A note was left on top of him and he read it with shaking hands "You plan to get rid of me, and you thought I wouldn't find out about it? ~~Heres~~ a riddle for you then smart boy. How are you going to get out of this one? Ta ta!"		He awoke one night months later in his bed, covered in blood, with two women, dead on either side of him. A note was left on top of him and he read it with shaking hands "You plan to get rid of me, and you thought I wouldn't find out about it? Here's a riddle for you then smart boy. How are you going to get out of this one? Ta ta!"

	He was quickly out of bed and in the bathroom, washing with cold ~~washwater~~ and not bothering to hide anything. If his plot was known, that meant his friend found ~~somehing~~. Dressing and grabbing a dagger, he locked his bedroom on the way out; he would have to hope he had enough time before the guard were informed, but he needed to disappear soon.		He was quickly out of bed and in the bathroom, washing with cold wash-water and not bothering to hide anything. If his plot was known, that meant his friend found something. Dressing and grabbing a dagger, he locked his bedroom on the way out; he would have to hope he had enough time before the guard were informed, but he needed to disappear soon.

	He found his friend slumped over a desk in his home, the light of life gone from his eyes, a pen hanging limp in one hand, and a note clenched in the other. He took the note and looked it over, giving a sigh as he closed his eyes and began to gather what he needed, tucking a pair of gold beneath his friend's tongue as an afterthought. "I pay for your passage..." he waited there a moment before rushing out into the streets and making his way out of town.		He found his friend slumped over a desk in his home, the light of life gone from his eyes, a pen hanging limp in one hand, and a note clenched in the other. He took the note and looked it over, giving a sigh as he closed his eyes and began to gather what he needed, tucking a pair of gold beneath his friend's tongue as an afterthought. "I pay for your passage..." he waited there a moment before rushing out into the streets and making his way out of town.
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	Finding a quiet secluded spot wasn't too difficult with the onset of dusk; but drawing runes, arranging everything required, and double-checking it with the help of candlelight was a little more trying. He quietly pronounced each of the words three times as he looked them over before placing himself as the focus of the ritual and beginning to read the chant out loud.		Finding a quiet secluded spot wasn't too difficult with the onset of dusk; but drawing runes, arranging everything required, and double-checking it with the help of candlelight was a little more trying. He quietly pronounced each of the words three times as he looked them over before placing himself as the focus of the ritual and beginning to read the chant out loud.

	It didn't take long before he felt the words reshaping reality, changing him, pulling at the threads of his mind and soul to ~~seperate~~ them. He wasn't the only one, an echo of his own voice came spliting throgh his mind like a shout through white noise "-re y-u doi-g -u-e -i-g to kill - both you idiot!" but he ~~igbored~~ it and continued the chant, the air around him beginning to waver as he repeated the words.		It didn't take long before he felt the words reshaping reality, changing him, pulling at the threads of his mind and soul to separate them. He wasn't the only one, an echo of his own voice came spliting throgh his mind like a shout through white noise "-re y-u doi-g -u-e -i-g to kill - both you idiot!" but he ignored it and continued the chant, the air around him beginning to waver as he repeated the words.

	The spell continued to rend half of his mind from the other, tearing bits of knowledge and supplying others in their stead, his memories for the other, meshing them into a whole new experience and view of his life, blurring his lives at the edges when they slept but retaining most of his own as the air crackled around him like contained energy in a kettle.		The spell continued to rend half of his mind from the other, tearing bits of knowledge and supplying others in their stead, his memories for the other, meshing them into a whole new experience and view of his life, blurring his lives at the edges when they slept but retaining most of his own as the air crackled around him like contained energy in a kettle.
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	With one last forced repetition, he released the spell to finish itself, glancing at the small page, now lit by the crackling energy swirling around him, he could see half the chant was written in a weaker hand "Ah, you old bastard...." as the words left his mouth, the sphere of energy around him crackled one last time, and swallowed him whole.		With one last forced repetition, he released the spell to finish itself, glancing at the small page, now lit by the crackling energy swirling around him, he could see half the chant was written in a weaker hand "Ah, you old bastard...." as the words left his mouth, the sphere of energy around him crackled one last time, and swallowed him whole.

	Falling through the nothingness, ~~inbetween~~ reality, his body splitting now too as his mind already had. He ~~seperated~~, agonizingly becoming two creatures; himself, and.... himself. Exact copies down to the clothes on their back.		Falling through the nothingness, in-between reality, his body splitting now too as his mind already had. He separated, agonizingly becoming two creatures; himself, and.... himself. Exact copies down to the clothes on their back.

	The nothing began to waver as some semblance of reality tried to interpose, and they both landed with a thump in an area not dissimilar from which they left, small imps darting away from their appearance as the men warily dragged themselves to their feet, one drawing a dagger and the other following suit.		The nothing began to waver as some semblance of reality tried to interpose, and they both landed with a thump in an area not dissimilar from which they left, small imps darting away from their appearance as the men warily dragged themselves to their feet, one drawing a dagger and the other following suit.