† The Mundane

Birth Name: Coskun Savas Wotan

Coskun (Turkish) - "Enthusiastic"; Mainly meant to go with his second name, but he also liked the way it sounded. He's been using this name for a few decades now.
Savas (Turkish) - "War"; So we have "enthusiastic war", which Coskun chose because he enjoys fighting for the sake of fighting. He likes to stir up trouble, and he's not ashamed to admit it. So, it's a part of his name.
Wotan (Germanic Mythology) - "inspiration, rage, frenzy"; Obviously chosen for its meaning, but also because it sounded good with the rest of the name. Er, he's a bit vain.

Demonic Identity: Mephisto, Lord of Rage and hot, angry fondue!

Place in the Spheres: Angry, seething postal worker who sorts through your mail with SPITE. And you know, breaks things that say 'FRAGILE' on them. At this point, he feels he has no need for some ridiculous HU-man education and is just taking a mundane job to keep up appearances for his neighbours.

Age: Actual age - 5136; Apparent age - 21

Birthdate/Astrology: August 9, giving him a Leo Sun, Scorpio ascendant and Capricorn moon. We can safely say that this is a man who is not in proper control of his emotions, nor does he quite understand them. He's also scary when he's mad. ;_;

Likes:
Lots of purity: It's a bit of a challenge to convince "pure" individuals to sign over their soul, but it is that much sweeter when Mephisto gets one. People who are Really Really Good seem to fall the hardest, and are the most fun to toy around with. He's mean. ;_;
Dualism: Or maybe things that are Black and White and simple to understand. He likes the idea of Good and Evil, Side A and Side B. A concrete concept like this is easy to understand and work with. Gray area stuff freaks him out, because then there's all this discussion involved that just frustrates him. Definitions of Dualism here just to prove that I know what I'm talking about!
Stompy boots: Being a vain creature, Mephisto is very fond of shitkicking boots that can Hurt Your Face, and has an extensive collection of them. There are platforms with SPIKES, Doc Martens, and army surplus boots galore. Not to mention his more "vintage" collection of boots from the past few hundred years. He takes care of them very well, though many are falling apart regardless.
Bitching: Mephisto loves complaining. It brings him great joy to just go on about how horrible things are, even though he doesn't necessarily think anything is all that horrible. He just likes to act like nothing in the world pleases him. The problem is, he could be bitching about you to your face.
Random likes: industrial and deathmetal, eggs and toast, vinyl records, obscure media in general, when people's lives crumble, rodent-like animals, A Clockwork Orange, museums, disasters (car wrecks, train wrecks, etc), decorative knives, beer

Dislikes:
New-fangled technology: He doesn't like things that baffle him, and technology certainly baffles the dickens out of him. He can barely deal with things like cars and airplanes, nevermind crazy things like calculators or microwaves. This doesn't mean he doesn't use any of these things, but they have all caused him to swear profusely and break things more than twice in the past. This does mean that he does not have a mobile phone.
Being tested: It drives Mephisto up the wall if someone is trying to "figure him out" in any way. It's not that he wants to be misunderstood or something, but he hates being on trial. It's mainly due to the fact that he feels that people should like and accept him without question, because he's just so amazingly great. HAHA.
Oversensitive people: Mephisto is the kind of guy who tells it like it is, and it really annoys him when someone gets all huffy and upset about the things he says. In his mind, people should be able to take the truth and nothing less. If you're wibbling about your hurt feelings, he just won't get it and may possibly laugh at you or just get pissed off that you're such a baby.
Hopeless idealism: You can be as optimistic as you want, but for chrissakes be realistic! Idealism only hurts you in the end, so snap out of your perfect little cookie-cutter world and smell the PILES OF DOO-DOO THAT IS LIFE. Wow, he's so cheerful and accepting!
Random Dislikes: 'classic' novels (they are boring and stupid!), being old, fish and chips, clove cigarettes, liars, white socks with black shoes, tuna, high maintenance women, other people who bitch, hypocrites (get it? HAHA!).

Is Neutral On: The war between the Lords of Darkness and the Angels. Sigh.

Hobbies:
Convincing people that he is right: It brings Mephisto great joy to convince someone of, well, anything.
Relationships: He's pathetic. As hateful and angry as he tends to be, he is absolutely unable to cope with anything alone. If he's single, he focuses on getting a girlfriend before he's able to do anything else. It's more than a hobby, really, because he's totally dependent on companionship. Perhaps he's a little emo.
Being Mr. Fix-It: He loves working with his hands, and he also thinks he knows everything, so he's always trying to fix the problems in his apartment all by himself. There is generally a 50/50 chance that he will destroy something completely or fix it for a little while.
Screwing with his rat: He has this rat, see, and it's in a glass aquarium cage thing, and he loves to do things that freak it out, like dropping foreign objects behind him or stopping his wheel when he's running on it. It amuses him. He's a simple, simple man. What's sad is that the rat still loves him, because otherwise he still treats it very well. He just likes to crumble his world every once in a while.

Aspirations/Dreams: Get revenge for his brother! He hasn't yet realised that revenge won't actually do anything for him. He also wants another companion like Af, to do stupid things with, like crumbling his rat's world (have I mentioned yet that he's simple?).

NPCs

He is a sexy lone wolf. PFFT. But really, people have come and gone. At present, there is no one important enough to him to note. Except his rat, Snuffles. Snuffles is a grey and white rat, he is a Sagittarius that enjoys long walks on the couch, a full water bottle and his plastic globe that 'Coskun' allows him to walk around the apartment in. He has some social anxiety problems, but he hopes that will not detract from the ladies' opinion of him.

History

Mephisto was the first born of Zahun, angel of scandals and Mtniel, angel of wild beasts. Oh, the irony. Born in the Keep, Mephisto, then known as Hemah, the angel of rage (and a leetle beet of destruction), was a rather sheltered child. Perhaps due to his volatile sphere of power, his parents treated him as though he was heated glass, just waiting to pop and kill everyone. This kind of overbearing parenting was just as frustrating as the authoritative kind, and so Hemah was still prone to temper tantrums throughout his childhood and early adolescence anyhow. And naturally, he was constantly making a horrible scene, if only because his father Zahun invited such behaviour (scandalous! bahaha!).

When he was about fifteen, a brother was born: Af, the angel of resentment (these just get better and better!). Hemah took to him immediately, and to the delight of his parents, calmed down a little with something to put his energy into - helping raise the kid. Okay, so that's a bit of a lie -- Hemah wasn't exactly a good influence, however, being a bit of a shit disturber, and ended up including Af in a lot of his horrid pranks. Yes, it was a typical case of a sheltered child acting out due to some ADD problem or other. Just because he's an angel doesn't mean he's mature! The boys didn't necessarily embody their spheres of power, but they certainly were treated delicately 'just in case'.

As the boys grew older, they became less involved in the Keep community, as it were, preferring to either keep to themselves or snap at someone who was clearly being completely stupid. They went on provoking people (into anger, tears, what have you), loathing how everyone was always walking on eggshells around them rather than being normal. Well, eventually that was Just Fine By Them, because that meant no one would bug them if they just did whatever the hell they wanted, right? So neither brother did any service in the army, and neither one really contributed to society in any other way. They held no position or office that affected anyone, just being... slacker angels. Slacker angels with attitude problems.

Then, things got Kinda Bad for the Keep with the escalating war, and pretty much everyone was forced to go out and fight. And so, even Af and Hemah (yeah, they were totally inseparable) went out to protect the Keep, for what good would it be to make fun of a pile of rubble and dead bodies? It'd be cool to poke them with sticks for a while, but it'd get old pretty fast. They didn't stop to think about the fact that they had no combat training whatsoever, nor did they take into account their lack of any other skills that would be useful in a war. They just kind of haphazardly ran into a fray, and as expected, someone got hurt. And by hurt we mean mortally wounded. Af had neglected to watch himself and was thrust right in the middle of a rather heated battle between a few Dark Lords and Angels, and was sliced up rather badly.

Hemah had thrown some pretty bad temper tantrums in his day by then (he was about 136 by this time, at Keepfall), but this one predictably was his worst. In a blinding rage, he quite simply went nuts on anything that came near him, killing both demons and Angels alike, in the end totaling a few dozen of them. If he had been able to control himself, and even just direct his anger at the demons, he would have been fine. But in the end, he had nothing but hatred in his heart for everything, everyone, woe was he. Then, as any Lord of Hell would have done, one of the surviving demons approached him and persuaded Hemah to join up with their side, convincing him that it was the Angels' fault, because they didn't protect a comrade, blah blah, insert sweet-sounding deal here. You know. And Hemah, being a total idiot, thought this was a great idea and agreed to join so he could have revenge.

Time went on, and Hemah became Mephisto, and Mephisto was extremely bitter, unhappy, and full of anger and resentment (emphasized 'cause you know, his brother's sphere). And he got lonely, because his brother was his bestest-bud companion for nearly his whole life at that point, so he wasn't used to being by himself. He had become dependent on having someone around if only to understand him, and so he began a pattern of 'dating' various women, trying to replace that wangsty emptiness he felt inside. One such relationship was with Beth Avin, in fact, which was one of many to go Horribly Wrong. Unfortunately, I do not yet have the details as I haven't been able to discuss things with Ida, so hopefully I can pretend the information is here and SLIP BY UNNOTICED HAHAHA. I will get it I swear. ;_;

Another relationship to note was one with a human woman in a small, settled village in Lebanon, some time in the early 1200. It lasted a few years, even, as he provided for her and she was fairly tolerant of his ridiculous temper and immaturity. He married the woman, though they were unable to start a family (you know, Mephisto being a demon and all). Things went fairly well this way for a while, and he would travel every once in a while for weeks or months to let out his anger on Angels or whatever else pissed him off, and gathering souls. Of course, no matter what the era, a man can hardly expect a woman to be okay with being left for months on end, and so when he came back one time unannounced and found his wife with someone else, he got kind of upset. And by kind of upset we mean he destroyed the village in an uncontrollable rage, and killed everyone in it, including his wife. OH NOES HE IS A BAD BAD MAN. He didn't even get any souls out of it, because he just ruined everything blindly, without rhyme or reason. So that was something that was added onto the pile of "I feel sorry for me" anger.

Horrible relationships aside, when things were going well for him, Mephisto spent most of his time soul gathering, if only because it brought him great joy. He wasn't particularly interested in helping the efforts of the Lords of Hell, wishing only to be left alone to plot his revenge and ruin other people's lives. Wherever he lived, whatever name he took on, Mephisto was always an angry, miserable fool. He has always done the bare minimum of what he needed to do, as far as his duties to the Parliament go, as he really doesn't care about the war or anything to do with either side. Occasionally, he contributed something or other to the effort, but for the most part he's been lucky enough to slip by and do his own thing. What few contributions he has made generally included killing off a weak Angel or two, and screwing with villages that they wanted for their own territory (as in destroying it and everyone in it. WOOHOO!).

Now, Mephisto has found himself in London, England, working at a post office because it keeps suspicion away, and he can still mess with people's mail. His favourite thing is to change love letters into Horrible Break-Ups. He is bitter okay. ;_;

Personality

Despite many, many years of 'life experience', Mephisto still acts like a selfish little boy. He has stagnated in his emotional development, believing that he doesn't need to progress, as it were, as he is perfectly fine the way he is. In fact, it is his opinion that the problem lies with the rest of the population, as they should accept him the way he is. We will ignore the fact that he can be quite terrifying at times, and therefore quite unacceptable. This attitude is further reinforced by the "scene" in which he resides, being of the goth persuasion. His rivethead-ness adds to his penchant for contrived drama and random acts of stomping.

His anger can be overwhelming, but luckily, he has a rather long fuse. His default mood is apathetic (which is explained more below), just letting things build up into a giant pile until he explodes. He's the kind of guy that would rather not deal with anything, ignoring every little issue and problem in favour of not caring. Even now, it hasn't occurred to him that it may be better to deal with things as they come and let out the steam right away. Perhaps a part of him really likes the outbursts and drama. Either way, after he explodes, he retreats into his Cave, wanting to just simmer by himself. If he was upset by someone in particular, he fully expects the person to come crawling to him with an apology. It's no use asking him what's wrong, though, because the only thing he loathes more than technology is talking about his feelings. He barely understands them, it makes him very uncomfortable, and he doesn't see much of a point in it.

Though his stomping is usually limited to the silly dance of the gawth-ick masses, if he gets pissed off it may be Your Face underneath His Foot (you know, before he retreats). He is very immature and still has not learned a better method for dealing with his problems or anger. Resorting to violence is very easy for him, because he is also an impatient man and fighting is an effective quick fix. He's too impulsive to think ahead to the consequences, nor is he particularly concerned about them (He's a Dark Lord, he is INVINCIBLE!). On top of that, he's completely unconcerned with the person he involves in his bouts of rage, not caring at all whether he hurts him or her. Oddly enough, he still has friends; he's nice to people he depends on, and those he depends on are people who bitch with him, and generally won't leave him all by himself but won't bug him about why he's upset when he's... er. Being himself.

There are points where he is not so overwhelmingly high strung, and perhaps a little more bearable. His other state is one of apathy, just going through the motions and not caring one way or another about anything. Perhaps motivated by his loneliness and loss of his brother, he feels at times that there is no point to feel much of anything, because he is, at the core, afraid of losing things he holds dear. At the moment, this includes mostly material things, like the bar he frequents or his collection of boots, so he wouldn't be too broken up about that, but he's apprehensive about forming relationships with people. He's in a bit of a tough spot with this, however, because he also depends on relationships with others, barely able to function without at least one person to share his life with. So every once in a while, he ventures out and gives the whole 'relationship' thing another try, but fails miserably when his own vanity and pride push people away.

Mephisto is very good at acting mopey and withdrawn, just the way a good goth boy should. He has always been this way, of course, but the whole "goth" scene appealed to him because it requires him to be this way. This way meaning a melodramatic, self-imposed outcast of society. He picks fights, he starts arguments, he gossips, he steals ex-girlfriends, the whole lot. And he does it with a skill that can only come from hundreds of years of doing the same old thing.

When he's not pitting the rivethead crowd against itself (mainly to get back at someone that pissed him off, of course. He never does these things unprovoked), he's bitching to them about society and how much better he is than "them." Naturally, they assume "I" means "we," and so they nod seriously in agreement. Granted, he's not a very good liar (ie: he CAN'T), so if he's making something up it's quite obvious. Luckily, when it comes to the places he hangs out at, the drama is thick in the air and he has plenty of material to work with. Mephisto has always been a rather vengeful person, and it's an automatic defense mechanism to get back at whoever hurts him right away. His moral code is a bit on the messed up side, believing that revenge is a perfectly satisfactory way of dealing with things.

Most of his topics of conversation include how much everyone else sucks, and how much better he is, and how everyone is always wronging him despite all the nice things he does for them. His tendency to exaggerate himself isn't exactly lying, either, because he firmly believes that he is better than everyone else, and therefore it is not a lie in his mind. And no matter what terrible things he does to others, he never sees past the little, nice things he's done. Really, his "acts of kindness" hardly count as nice, as in the end what he does is always self-serving. If he buys you a CD you've been coveting for-EVER, it makes you more likely to do him a favour in the future, yes? Therein lies his motivation for the few good deeds he performs.

Mephisto's vanity is certainly one of his more prevalent flaws, as it causes him to have this delicate pride issue, and it makes him take longer than a teenage girl in the bathroom. He likes to look amazing. Every hair must be in place, every piece of clothing must be devoid of lint, every inch of boot must be shiny and unscathed. He is also very sensitive about his appearance, easily pushed to a defensive mood when someone criticises or insults him. His vanity isn't only limited to his physical appearance either, as his overt behaviour is very deliberately Angry Goth Man, to get praise from the group of people he hangs out with. This isn't to say that he isn't that way naturally (which I'm sure you've understood by now), but he exaggerates certain aspects of his behaviour to fit in a little more. He is basically someone who feels that he should be accepted as he is (let's ignore the fact that he is adding on some personality traits to be more acceptable!), and he wants Everyone to Love him. He doesn't want to be harassed about anything, but he wants someone around all the time. If one points out a flaw of his, he either doesn't understand it at all - unable or unwilling to see the error in his ways, or he gets defensive and starts pointing out all the horrible things about the person who 'started it', as it were.

It's really rather sad how much he hates being alone, despite it all. If you thought he was negative thusfar, just put this man in solitary confinement - he will cease to function all together. He needs someone around to be his motivation, his support, and his Warm Cuddly Body. This isn't to say that he needs someone to tell him to get out of bed in the morning, but it's that he doesn't want to get out of bed if he's alone. Having someone around makes him feel more energized, ready to take on the world, and a lot more confident in general. He gets a little less apathetic when he's got a support system, because Someone Cares, and that's all that matters. He still likes things to go his way, and he's still a childish, temperamental bastard, but he's much happier when there's a woman on his arm.

It is important to note that he has changed very little since the happier times before the Holy War, being far too stubborn to feel the need to grow up. And so, he never really put on a "public face." Not that he has to nowadays, what with an underground scene just overflowing with stomp-y, bitter individuals. The point being, it doesn't really occur to him to be something he is not, as it is easy for him to go from manipulating a person to being a docile and relatively pleasant person (and by that I mean mostly unresponsive). Therefore, not only is he unwilling to see his flaws, he doesn't learn from his mistakes, either. He is quite simply stuck. I REPEAT TO REINFORCE.

Appearance

Facade
Hair: Mephisto's hair is cut into a slightly shaggy, pretty-boy sort of style. There are bangs at different lengths around his face, most parted to the right side, and towards the back it's a little longer around the base of his neck. He's considered dying it black, but for now it stays its natural dull mint green.
Eyes: Angled up slightly at the corners, Mephisto's eyes are generally narrowed in dissatisfaction or anger and thickly lashed. They are a rather bland dark, greyed brown, though their colour lends itself to intensely Unhappy Looks.
Face: Very angled, with a large, slightly hooked nose with a little bump on the bridge, high and sharp cheekbones. He has a sharp cupid's bow upper lip with a slightly larger lower lip, but overall his lips are an average size. His chin has a bit of a cleft in it, but it's rather covered by the stubble on it. The stubble is above his upper lip, going down to his chin an along his jawline to his sideburns. It is sexy. His complexion is slightly darker, on the warm olive side, showing a more Mesopotamian heritage (we are going for Turkish here).
Build: Mephisto is not a slight man, but he's not particularly built, either. He's more of a average body type, being neither lanky nor particularly squishy. He doesn't work out on a regular basis, but he takes care of himself enough to keep healthy. There is nothing more to really describe about him, because he's just... average.
Attire: Black! Seriously now, Mephisto's entire wardrobe consists of worn out, ruined or otherwise aged black clothing. Styles range from Outdated to Slightly Modern, mostly with long-sleeved sweaters and shirts, pants (bondage, dressy, jeans, etc), and the occasional fishnet-y accessory if he's going out for the night. He needs a woman to buy him new things. ~_~
Voice: A slight Turkish accent mixed in with a slight British accent due to the amount of time he's spent in certain areas over the years, one may actually find him difficult to place. His voice is in the lower range of tenor, bordering on baritone, perhaps. We're thinking along the lines of Goliath from Gargoyles.
Body Modification: Recently, Mephisto decided to get into body modification, yay! He has a barbell in his left eyebrow, a hoop and cuff in his left ear, and a hoop, industrial and tragus in his right, a barbell in his tongue, and three tribal-style tattoos (one on his inner right arm, one on his left wrist, and a large one on his chest).

True Form
Mephisto is recognizable in his true form, to an extent, but overall his form is twisted (DUHR) into something a little scarier due to the hatred in his heart blah blah insert horribly weepy story here. His face is mostly the same, but it's perpetually angry-looking, with his eyebrows narrowed and teeth (that have grown longer and sharper!) bared, and his eyes are pupil-and-iris-less. There are two large, curled horns coming from his forehead, coloured like stained ivory. His body becomes more muscular and fit, a little more imposing and wide-set. His legs lengthen and get a second joint, set like gargoyle legs complete with three clawed toes, the claws coloured the same as his horns. His skin changes colour to a medium-dark, very greyed out red. An image (without colour) is linked below in the Voile section.

Abilities

Languages: Ah, the ability of nearly anyone with more than the standard human lifespan. Turkish, ancient Aramaic, Arabic, Lebanese, basically any language in the Middle Eastern areas over the past few thousand years. Yay for dead languages! He's a bit rusty on that Aramaic, though.
Lie Detector: Mephisto's pretty good at spotting a lie, and he will always call someone on it. He is able to pick up on body language, like eye movements and things, which tells him if a person is being dishonest with him. He hates being lied to, so it helps him filter out insincerity. Please ignore the fact that he tends to exaggerate at times, move along, nothing to see but hypocrasy!
Penny-pinching: Though Mephisto lives in a crappy apartment with a less-than-glamourous job, he does it because he wants to. He's actually rather good at saving his money, and in fact has saved up a hefty sum over the years, not only in currency but in gold and jewelry. It's not enough to warrant a Swiss bank account, but he has a few safety deposit boxes. There are pretty things for girls there!
Fondue: He makes a mean fondue, man. With Gruyere and Schabzieger cheeses. He's got the proper cookware and everything. You love it. Hot, angry cheese!
That Mr. Fix-It thing: In most respects, Mephisto is a rather stubborn learner. But when it comes to doing things with his hands, such as fixing a plumbing problem or putting up drywall, Mephisto is like Bob Vila. He likes to read up on how to fix things, and he likes to fix things, so it's only natural that he's good at it!

† The Infernal

Color: Main: Yolk (Hex #FFE600); Accents: Overcooked yolk (Hex #8E8E38), Angry red (Hex #EE0000).

Symbol: A triangle angled towards the upper left with a short tail on the bottom right-hand corner. Image here. It represents Ares, the god of aggression, violence, war and devastation.

Voile: Starting around his neck and wrapping around his torso a few times is a thick, iron chain, that does not appear to have any kind of lock to remove it. Underneath is a yolk yellow shirt with a high collar and red trim, the sleeves slightly poofed up due to there being iron bands on his biceps. The shirt is meant to be fancy, mainly due to this statement I found on a site talking about Mephistopheles, in Faust: "He is also ider~tifled[? o_O] with the devil; thus, in accordance with old German tradition, he is dressed as a nobleman, all in red, with a little cape of stiff silk, a cocks feather in his hat, and a long pointed sword." Of course, I changed a few things, but the main thing is the 'nobleman' shirt. The 'overcooked' yolk-coloured pants are somewhat in the style of "bondage" pants, having a few straps on the thigh that can be tightened, and would have gone down to the ankles if the pants weren't ripped up. There is an iron chain around his right thigh, also with no way of removing it, and he has iron shackles on his wrists and ankles, broken chains hanging from all four limbs. Overall, rather simple, but symbolic of how he is bound to his rage. Yes. He still retains his wings, though they have been rather twisted up: they are dripping, molten metal, stylized in a stained glass frame sort of way (without the glass), glowing so hot that flames come from them.

Weapon: A 9 section chain whip, a weapon used by Shaolin monks: "Regarded by some as one of the primary weapons of China, small enough to easily conceal but deadly when unleashed." Relevance? Mephisto used to be Hemah, angel of wrath and destruction, and according to the Dictionary of Angels, he was "forged out of chains of black and fire." I was reading too deeply into the chain part, you see. This also justifies his wings. IT DOES. The fire part, you see.

Henshin: POOF!

Gifts

Rage-a-holic: Mephisto feeds off of "rage" level of his opponents, his power and level of arousal increasing as others' levels rise. The more people there are in a state of arousal, the faster his own level rises, and it gives him strength. A drawback of this is the fact that it feeds into his second attack, which makes him lose control. Stoics or calm types render him rather useless, as they tend to draw out his energy to make him more subdued.
Random telekinesis: A much lesser version of his first power, this is something Mephisto doesn't have any conscious control over. When Mephisto gets upset, sometimes he has these bursts of power that cause things to go boom. For example, when he's working on fixing the sink and he hurts himself, he'd go "SHIT!" and boom! The pipe bursts again. Again, it's something he has absolutely no control over, but it tends to be directed at whatever he is focused on. Meaning, the pipe went boom because he was concentrating on fixing the pipe, and then got frustrated. He isn't trying to make the pipe go boom, and he can't redirect the energy.
Extreme Body Heat: While in his true form, Mephisto's body is so hot (with RAGE!) that one would get burned if one were to touch him. It makes one appreciate his facade all the more. This is part of the reason why his wings are molten metal - otherwise, they'd just be metal frames. Oh yeah, he is hot with rage.
Intimidation: It's kind of a natural side effect of his big, scary wings and sharp pointy teeth and being HUGE and all. He's a little less likely to get messed with when he's in his true form, so it's rather useful when he's fighting someone. It almost takes attention away from the fight that he is not a very skilled fighter.

Attacks

BACK OFF!: Mephisto spreads himself in a bracing stance, his arms flexed and bent, and his hands in tight fists. He lets out a very angry, prolonged yell that gets gradually louder for its duration. When he prepares himself to yell, he begins to glow with a drab yolk-coloured and distorted aura (distorted mainly because it makes it look like he's behind bumpy glass), which begins to expand in waves when he starts yelling, like a three-dimensional water ripple. The aura also weakens the further it goes out, and dissipates entirely when it is about twenty feet away from him on any side. This can go on for a few seconds, up to a few minutes. Dark Lords have expanded lung power, you know.

It's like going Super Saiya-jin, a huge blast of aura as he screams that knocks anyone within a 100-metre radius away from him, rather violently. The only way this will actually harm someone, however, is if he or she is on a collision course with another object or entity. Tends to use this out of frustration to just get people away from him, usually as an escape tactic.

Attack #2: This isn't so much an attack as much as a bout of blinding rage in which Mephisto will pummel whatever is closest to him. This can include mailboxes, people, a building, you get the point. When he's all full of CRAZY he doesn't really discriminate. There's no name for it because it's not something he has direct control over. He's able to calm himself down if he concentrates, and after he loses it, but the meter must first go EXPLODING through the roof. It tends to happen when there's not enough going on and he feels ignored/underestimated/whatever, or when he's getting beaten down which makes him rather upset (if he hasn't used his 'back off' trick yet).

Obviously, this is the sort of thing one can easily dodge, if only because Mephisto is completely out of control and therefore not focused on any particular target. That in itself is a weakness, as he is not capable of directing himself anywhere in particular, but he also leaves himself open to a lot of counter-attacks because he's not on the defensive, and therefore wouldn't notice if anyone is approaching him. It's just difficult to get near him, since he's like a wild animal, you see. There isn't much of a visual climax to the attack, as it is basically an internal overload of emotions. It goes along with his 'Rage-a-holic' ability, where it's as though the meter has overloaded and exploded beyond all reason. The visual part truly begins when he's blindly pummeling, and that's an image easily brought to mind.

Brass Knuckles: Mephisto says this phrase (or yells it. You know.), and immediately both hands ball into fists, and he doubles over in pain. His knuckles begin to grow out a bit into points, and get a bit shiny and almost metallic, fading into the skin as though the brass knuckles were underneath the flesh. The pain fades when the short process is complete, and then he is ready to punch you REALLY HARD.

A note: Mephisto is a physical fighter, so he tends to use his powers as a last resort (though he uses his Brass Knuckles more often than the others). He'd rather just kick people in the face than rely on magic sparklies to help him. Which isn't to say he's a good fighter (I hope I've emphasized this enough! XD), but he's a fighter nonetheless. He uses his whip a lot, too, but he's not very skilled with it, so it's easily out-maneuvered.

Soul Removal: Depending on his mood, Mephisto will do one of two things: he will go through the long and taxing process of convincing someone to 'sign over' his or her soul to him, promising them rewards up the wazoo. This goes along with the idea of Mephisto from 'Faust', as the man signed over his soul with the purpose of having the Devil serve him. So he'll generally try to offer the person's greatest desire in exchange for a soul. He neglects to mention the fact that he doesn't actually have the means to fulfill most of these promises, and that the removal of your soul generally involves the loss of your life. His second method for removing a human's soul is when he loses patience with him or her. He'll angrily punch the person in the chest, hard enough to knock the wind - and soul - out of the person. Yay!

Demense

While Mephisto likes a certain amount of order and cleanliness to himself, his apartment is another story all together. It's a cruddy little flat on the lower East side of the city, rather unkempt and constantly in need of repair somewhere. It's liveable enough, but it's still rather nasty to look at, with stains on the carpets, week-old coke bottles, forgotten magazines, you get the picture. It's really just a modest little bachelor pad, only having the three essential rooms: a bathroom, kitchen and a main room that is also where he sleeps.

The building itself is one that is ideal for criminals, as the tenants pay no mind to each other or any unfamiliar faces, preferring to stay out of any business lest it be of the nasty variety. The rest of the block is much of the same, a breeding ground for Bad People, and a very poorly kept area. There is graffiti, garbage, a bum or two, the whole bit. There also happens to be a goth bar in the area, one that Mephisto frequents er, frequently. It is a bar that caters to a rougher crowd as well, playing only the hardest and most obscure industrial music, and if you walk in wearing a corset or something else velvet-y like that, you'll likely get stabbed in the face.

Mephisto isn't particularly territorial about his area, but it's not exactly a place that just anyone would like to stroll into. As far as Lords of Hell go, he doesn't give a crap where they are, as long as they don't bother him or screw with the bar.

Past Lives

Mephisto has spent most of his time gallivanting about the Middle East, having an affinity for the cultures there in general, though he's traveled to Africa and Asia as well. He has never seen the New World, and has no interest in it, even at present. Personas have included... nothing. Apart from using different names, he's always been his stupid angry self, involving himself only in individual lives to ruin them one by one. He's mostly stayed on the outskirts of war because he's a gimpy fighter, and really it's better for him to just feed the people anger and rage on either side to escalate the fighting. Ya know? He got into battles and fights every once in a while just for the hell of it, of course.

† Writing Sample

Nearly everyone in the club was on the dance floor, each dancing to his or her own beat, and in a completely different style. It was the kind of display a people-watcher lived for, with each individual in his or her own world. Coskun was leaning against the wall, not interested in people-watching, but one woman in particular. She was typical of the goth scene, a pale girl with waist-length black hair, a multitude of piercings, a corset, fishnet stockings, giant boots, the whole bit. Her thick, black eyeliner was smudged around her eyes in a way that made her look trashy, and as though she had been up for days without a shower or, well anything.

There was a debate going on in Coskun's mind. He was rather attracted to the woman, who called herself Delirium, but she was involved with a man named Jason. Jason wasn't a particularly close friend of Coskun's, but they were well acquainted, which could pose a problem. The couple hadn't even been involved for very long,. Hell, in Coskun's opinion, their relationship wasn't even all that great. But he knew situations like this had to be treated delicately. He had to become friends with Delirium if he wanted her, become the comforting friend she would run to if Jason broke her heart.

Or, he could just punch Jason in the face and tell Delirium that he was cheating on her. Well, he was, so that made things easy - he didn't have to try to lie. He was sure she would thank him for protecting her and run into his arms that way too. It was a more attractive option, at least. It was more immediate, and wouldn't require a few months of planning. He already had a few other long-term projects going on, and he needed someone to help him relax, not another drawn out task.

He decided to go with the easier option, scanning the place for Jason as he pushed himself away from the wall. The man in question was at the bar counter across the room, drinking a pint of beer. For a moment, Coskun remained at the counter, nodding to those that greeted him, biding his time for a few minutes while Jason sat and drank his beer, completely unaware of what the green-haired man was planning. Eventually, however, he'd have to make a move, if he was going to do it at all. The longer he let their relationship go on, the further Delirium slipped away from him.

The opportunity presented itself when Jason finished his beer and turned to Coskun, giving a slight wave to him. How this was an opportunity was anyone's guess, but one can never say that Coskun's mind worked the same way as anyone else's. He nodded to Jason in response to his wave, and proceeded to walk over to him, leaning his elbow on the bar counter.

"So, who's that other girl you're seeing that ain't Del?" Coskun gave a slight smile, one that would seem completely natural to one that didn't know his intentions.

Jason ducked his head as he nearly spit up his beer, having been in mid-gulp when Coskun approached him. He wiped his mouth, "Shite, man, d'ye got to say it so loud?"

Coskun simply smiled, "So it's true? Okay." And he brought his right arm back, made a fist, and swung forward as hard as he could, cracking Jason squarely in the jaw. Immediately, there was a crowd around them, a mass of people wanting to see a fight. This drew Delirium's attention to the pair as well, though she didn't immediately know what was going on. Coskun simply stood, knowing that the blow had, at the very least, disoriented Jason enough so that he was having a hard time standing. He waited for Delirium, knowing that the story would make him seem like a hero, punching a man for cheating on his girlfriend. It was wonderful being himself.

† Resume

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† Your Thoughts

A lot of the inspiration for Mephisto was drawn from the character Mephistopheles in Faust, mainly because there wasn't very much information on Mephisto otherwise. So there are elements of that throughout, like his whole thing about dualism and pure souls, and how he obtains them. Wee, I am a dork! I decided to stay away from the associations with Satan and the Devil and all that, mainly because I liked the idea of Mephisto being an inept, low-ranking Lord of Hell rather than practically running the whole thing. Information on Mephistopheles of Faust taken from wikipedia.