Carcaroth

Name: Carcaroth (Last name never mentioned)/ Kerel (Demon form)

Age: 19

Race: Human/Demon

Sex: Male

Hair: (Human form)Black, mid-long, covering his eyes/ (Demon form) Red, spiky hair

Eyes: Light blue, coldly/Yellow, evil eyes

Weight: 138 pounds

Height: 5'9''

Weapon: A single one-handed sword, along with two long knives/A double-bladed sword.

Strengths: Excels at sword-fighting. Extremely dangerous with a sword in his hands, as he is really fast, as well. Sharp reflexes. (As same for his demon form)

Weaknesses: Not so strong without his sword. Also, he doesn't know how to do magic. Has no armor.

Appearance: A long, black coat with a grey torso under. Black pants and boots. Sword-sheathe at his back. A scar crosses his right eye./Dark red armor with shoulderpads and a red cape. Dark tattoos cover his body.

Personality: Silent person, respective to those who deserves it. Not pessimistic, nor optimistic. Never picks a fight. Very hard to tick off. Calm as hell./Very aggressive, easy to taunt. Arrogant.

Biography: Carcaroth grew up in a small town with his two brothers and his father, as the mother had died of illness. There he was trained to become a swordsman. He began the training when he was strong enough to lift a sword, which was in an age of eleven years old. During his years of training, his father was suddenly killed. The killer managed to escape the town, so Carcaroth left his two brothers to pursue him.

Carcaroth came upon an abandoned village during his hunt. He decided to search it, as the killer may have hidden there. While entering a house, he was attacked from behind. Carcaroth managed to defend himself so that he was not killed, but dropped his sword in the upcoming confusion. He was captured by a bunch of human-like creatures, which brought him to their own hideout. There, he was put before their chief. He demanded Carcaroth to be sacrifised to the mighty gods.

Carcaroth tried to struggle, but for no use. The creatures tied him up at a stone-table, and the time for his sacrifise was drawing close. It was then that Carcaroth heard a voice in his head.

"I can help you."

He knew no who it was, but he was too frightened to think over it twice. He asked:

"Who are you?"

"I am a friend. I can help you. All you have to do, is to agree upon what I say."

Carcaroth knew already then that there was something wrong. But the will to live was stronger than his suspicion.

"Alright. What do you want?"

"You must share your body with me. Let me use you as a host."

Carcaroth wanted to deny, but the executioner then lifted his axe.

"Alright! Fine! Just get me outta here!"

And so, Carcaroth was suddenly unable to move. Someone had taken over his body. It wasn't even his bdoy any longer.

A demon now lied at the stone-table. He ripped the ropes away, laughing in a most evil way. He grabbed the executioner's axe, and used it to plow through the crowd of raging monsters, which all tried to bring him down. Carcaroth could merely watch from his own eyes as his hands killed monster after monster. As he walked towards the chieftain who had ordered his sacrification, he could see the fear in his eyes.

'What have I done?' Carcaroth thought.

Not bad for a first time.

*Approvedeth*