Thats typically noir's mental response to most stimuli. The devilboy is viciouis, capricious, indulgent, voracious, and above all self-serving. Noir's been caged in his creators head for going on 2 years now. He's not exactly what the current world of eka's is used to. I like to liken him to glob of chaos. a time stamp of what I used to be at the time of when I created him. a pompus, self-absorbed jackass with an absolute disregard for his own personal injury. thinks he's invincible and whats more, in this world he kinda seems to be such.
He's a blatent womanizer... though granted he will not hessitate to snog a cute girly boy. Noir stands apart from caligator as being he's the yang to his yin. trim, athletic, brash & confident. whats worse is however, that with my growth as a person, noir's personality and wit has sharpened to a somewhat dramatic degree. granted, he's still a petty son of a bitch at time-- He's certainly one to boast a magnetic personality despite the mountain of flaws I see in this aspect.
MOTHERFUCKING STORY TIME BITCHES
Being as it is, you can assume that noir stands as a great and mighty exiled devil of Dante-inspired hell. He was a mighty general, blah blah blah. Really his greatest acclaim was that he was the Abbyssal who was responsible for the running of the grand city of Dis. for those of you on the up & up for your judeo-christian mythology, he's built to be a snug fit with things. Jesus is not his homeboy, though Marbas certainly is, as are Buer and Ipos.
the main difference in this fiction is however, that hell is more of a prison world--
Ol' Lou stands as warden in the pit, and demons are the guards. Lou has participated in the grand act of making himself a boogeyman to mankind while still working for the hoss upstairs. its a shitty job, but lou aint no bitch to puss out. sadly, the native abbyssals have been press-ganged into this charade. Abbyssals are essentially things like imps, gheists, and shades, as well as devils and the various flora and fauna of the underworld. A lot of this is drawn up from artistic impressions put forth by people like wayne barlowe and others.
SO YEA, noirs this big time devil, pure blood at that. demons are considered actually less powerful in comparison to abbyssal blooded beings-- this is because they stand as disconnected from their usual divine source of ju-ju and have to use & abuse the ambiant power of the underworld to make their power work. lets just say it doesnt agree with their guts and gears. this does make for a handy point of mention, that religious artifacts do not, in fact, harm demons typically. instead its better put used against abbyssals in that they are the polar energy opposites.
Classical Fantasy Version for Wonderland
FUCK YOU I'M WORKING ON REWRITING WONDERLAND STILL >:C JUST KNOW THAT NOIR IS THE CHESHIRE CAT AND HE'S A PRICK. HE ALSO USED TO BANG UGLIES WITH Chains SO HE CAN CLAIM HE HIT THAT AND MEAN IT. BAM.
Evil Bandit King Noir, the great and mighty Dark Saint of the burning pits, devourer of maidens and princesses, the great corrupter.
Noir was once a great and feared Patriarchal Devil in the underworld, the dark saint of bandits. Well until he had the bad luck to have a run in with Chains. The psychotic mage somehow was able to fight him and boot the devil's astral projection in this world into a near by marble statue of a young man. The very statue being a relic of some elven kingdom, magicks etched into the stone from head to toe. Noir fought against it as best he could but the statue was already bound to whatever part he was touching.
Soon the Evil King was trapped, imprisoned, in an enchanted statue. It took him a few days but he finally worked out how to make the body move. Fortunately the statue was at least of a moderately attractive young man. Unfortunately on the other hand, unbenounced to Noir, chains decided she'd like the statue in Wonderland. (the world that exists within her mind and belly.)
So while Noir was still working out how to even open his eyes, chains greedily gobbled the statue up, depositing Noir into Wonderland. Now this once mighty king only stands as the glorified Cheshire Cat in nightmarish wonderland. Damned to wandering kingdom to kingdom, partaking of the sweet morsels in the Queen of Heart's enemy kingdoms princesses.
a right assassin for the most part, he glides in and out of reality just as easy as the storybook character.
personality wise there isn't much difference in this version of Noir other then the fact that he wears much nicer clothes (usually) and is Queenie's pet and Chains' lover.
oh and lets not forget the fact that he has quite the impressive collection of royal bracelets collected from his 'snacks' as souvenirs on his thin spade tipped tail.
FUN FACTS!
Favorite Color(s): Red and Gold
Favorite Book: The Portrait of Dorian Grey
Favorite Film: Pulp Fiction
Favorite Snack: Strawberry Palleta (mexican fruit juice popsicle)
His flavor will shift DAILY, but it will always be something sweet (eg Apple Pie, Banana, White Chocolate, ect...)
Has a pet bomb squig named Squiggy!
Just wants to be loved
Is classified as a Devilboy and not a daemon
Is still hell-spawned however
Has a JSRF style set of headphones that are almost always blaringly loud.
Is a gentleman = u=
Personal Philosophy: 'Enjoy life for what it is and do your best to indulge one's self in the hope of experiencing it all!'
Loves: receiving noms, cute humanoids, movies, vidya games, and Red Bull
Hates: being denied noms, elitists, milk, and for some reason The Spice Girls
Reluctantly Admits: He can tolerate the existence of you people.
ORDINANCE
Noir's body structure is for the most part composed of enchanted stone, so in that respect his body is considered a weapon. most of the time he will form from his body armored claws to fight with, but he can hurl fireballs too. one also has to note the little bastard a bit of an affinity for shotguns. His body also allows him to incorporate small stores of ammunition and/or guns in his body for later use. He's still working on perfecting shooting a bullet out his arm though. he can create a barrel out of his shoulder but it hurts like hell for him to fire things outta him and its damn inaccurate. Oh and also the little psycho has a claymore mine he 'found' as a just in case sort of thing stored in his chest fleshstone like an inner breastplate. The stone has a nasty habit of eating through alot of things. In particular any weapons stabbing into him stand a good chance of being broken down to sand. The scamp is rather hard to fight with bladed weapons and such due to his liquidous state. most wounds he can glance off and close up. although let it be noted that he doesn't feel pain in the same way a solid living being does. for him cuts are just another sensation. Unpleasant yes, but not debilitating. severing limbs might be a better idea than stabbing him. he'll reform together sure, but at current it takes a good deal of concentration.
SO IN SUMMERY
-He's made of enchanted stone
-He fights hand to hand with claws
-He's damn good with a shotgun
-Stores spare ammunition in his body
-capable of weapon integration with his body
-has a claymore mine buried in his chest as armor and last ditch ordinance.
-Is a weapon and armor eater!
-cutting has little to no effect. BLUNT TRAUMA OR MAGIC NEEDED TO HARM PROPERLY
