Reaver

Name: Talic Omar Highsmith (He goes by “Reaver”, more on why later)
Age: -Unknown-
Race: Demon (usually stays in human form)
Sex: male

Human form
Hair: dark brown, short so that it doesn’t get in his eyes
Eyes: Hazel with a dark red tinge, the color changes mildly depending on his mood
Weight: 200 lbs
Height: 6’0”

Demon form
Hair: none
Eyes: a glowing, iridescent, crimson
Weight: -Unknown-
Height: 8’6”


Weapons: when human: a double-edged katana, when demon: natural weapons (claws, mainly) (more to be added later as Reaver gains ranks)
Armor: Nothing beyond the natural toughness and resilience of a demon

Strengths: Harming his physical body won’t do much, he can’t feel much before extreme pain
Weakness: Holy weapons and spells, anything that hampers movement
Skills/Magic: Moves in-humanly fast, has a pure demon form (nullifies physical weapons but, extremely vulnerable to holy attacks, vulnerable to magic/energy too. Also moves at normal speed.).

Personality: Very cold and distant, trusts nothing and no one unless they have proven their merit, regrets his past choices and hopes to redeem himself somehow.
Appearance (when human): His face and body appear to be chiseled from cold, smooth stone. He walks smoothly and the silver hem of his obsidian trench coat sways behind him. The black, knee-high, leather boots he wears are scuffed and worn. A katana’s hilt pokes out from the folds of the ankle length coat, shifting the belt’s unadorned, silver buckle. His shirt and pants are made of dark sturdy, cloth. The trench coat’s arms are cut to the elbow and finished in silver. From the end of the sleeves his arms are bare and many white scars crisscross his tanned caucasian skin. The wide, flat brim of a well-used leather hat shades his face and his unruly hair pokes out from beneath.
Appearance (when demon): Very much like a shadow (like a shadow in D&D), except solid.
Or
Dark, bluish gray(almost black) with arms that hang down to his knees (his legs look stretched too) with a thin human-like torso and chest but stripped of muscle and looks to be absent of bones. His hands have five fingers, each tapered into a curved pointed claw, and his face is featureless except for eyes and a pointed nose.

History: Note: Talic’s life up until he entered into service for The Void (hell that is) is mainly inconsequential to his character.
Talic entered into service for The Void when he was 25 years old because he seeked power for revenge against those who destroyed his family in a single brutal attack. The Void granted his request and transformed him to full demon. With that came the name Reaver and a commitment to serve his new master. With The Void’s power he was nearly unstoppable in battle and completed all the assignments he was presented with easily. His missions ranged from being a simple courier at the beginning to attacks against rogue demons as well as freeing imprisoned minions of the void from strongholds of light at the end of his service. Until innumerable years later when he received an assignment he could not bring himself to complete. The mission sounded like many of the assassinations he had carried out in the past but when he entered the suburban home when it was dinnertime and he froze. The scene he saw triggered the memory of what he had come home to so many years ago, his family slaughtered. The family turned to find what had opened the door to their house and saw nothing. He returned to The Void and yelled, “I will not play the butcher!” he raged. “How could you ask such a thing of me!?”
“You have forsaken you charge! No longer shall you serve me, you worm!” The Void’s booming voice howled in return. “Your pitiful weakness sickens me! Be gone from here before I consume you! My power shall not leave with you! So you shall be cast out, weak and worthless as you truly are!”
And so Reaver fled, and left his service to The Void behind forever. He knew his former master would send another to complete the task he had failed at and so he went again to the house, even though he lacked the power he once had. This time the door was ripped away and its frame still smoking. Reaver’s sword came out and light flashed off its length.
“This can not be”, he thought as he moved through the door. “My blade was stained black from my victims blood”. His replacement shambled nearer to the family, its black gnarled form hunched over, casting a long shadow. Its breathing was ragged and guttural. The family members sat frozen quivering in their seats, eyes wide with fear. A second later Reaver struck. His katana sank in up to the guard and the beast reared up, throwing Reaver from its back. Then an explosion of white light and ash filled the room. The ash settled and his replacement was gone. Reaver’s katana lay fallen where the monster had been. He picked it up, sheathed it and left. "At least this family is safe" he though, for the void would not send another. Trench coat swishing behind him Reaver disappeared into the night.

Seems just a little strong. Either add to the weaknesses or take away from the strengths.

Ok, I edited it.

Anything else that needs changing?

Alrighty then. *Approved*

Thank you! *bows to the great BA council member*