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"How...delightful"
Name: Paris
Age: Unknown [Appears 19]
Birthdate: Unknown
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire [alt. demon]
Orientation: Pansexual
Ranking: Bronze
Magic: Dark
- A Thousand Gates of Dolor [Offense]
Paris opens magical circles of which thorns of poisonous black needles pierce out from above or below the target depending on where Paris chooses the circle to be. The black needles enter the victim's body and drains their life-source from the inside. He can cover the surroundings of his target with magical circles but that would take a lot of energy and power. The poison kicks in after 5min and paralyzes the foe, reducing their speed for 5-10min. Upon using this spell, Paris's defense is reduced by 10%, making it a risky move to use when he's in a group battle. His speed is also reduced by 10% as he is unable to move much while using a large amount of magic. The spell can also be dodged if the foe's speed is higher than Paris and his spell.

- Reaper's Scythe [Offense]
Paris summons a powerful scythe made from his own blood. In order to do this, he uses his fangs to tear open a small cut at his index finger to form a dark blooded scythe. Paris tears a small part of his soul and coats a thin layer onto the blood scythe to enhance the power and stability of the weapon. The soul and remaining blood goes back to Paris after use. He can also morph his blood into other smaller weapons that will help with his everyday life (eg. small dagger). This spell drastically lowers Paris' defense in battle, and he'll need to regenerate blood afterwards to level out the blood loss, which may take up to days.

- Cries of Mortem [Support]
Paris whistles out a hypnotizing tune and summons dark spirits from the shadows to aid him and his allies in battle. The dark spirits are immune to all physical attacks and elements but light as they are made from the shadows and cannot be eliminated by normal attacks unless light touches them. The spirits haunt and blind the foe, causing delusions and darkness to the foe's vision. Some may latch on their targets and drain their blood/energy. The energy flows back to the user but only regains 3/4 of the energy that was taken. This spell only works when it is nightfall as shadows will be immobilized by light. Angels and shadow users (who also have similar spells of summoning shadow-like creatures) are immune to this spell.

Personality
+ Quiet
Paris enjoys being alone. He doesn't usually talk much and tries to avoid people as much as possible. He enjoys the quiet peace around him when he is by himself. But don't let this fool you! On the inside, Paris is actually quite perverted and flirty, always trying to get to the better of one for blood. Not that he's shy, he just chooses not to talk because it's a 'waste of his breath'. Paris doesn't mind rowdy places, but he doesn't prefer to be in them.
+ Modest
Not necessarily modest, but Paris doesn't talk much about himself in general, therefore people assume he is a modest person. When people praise him, he usually disagrees as a polite gesture.
+ Flirtatious
One will only get to see this side of Paris once he feels more comfortable around you, or when he decides to prey on your blood. You may see his playful quiet attitude from time to time when he has one-on-one time with you, as Paris is oblivious to the idea of 'personal space'. Although many will consider this a bad thing, others believe this is how he bonds with people, thus liking his friendly gestures.
- Sarcastic
Paris lives on sarcasm, although this is usually where his humour comes from, he may offend some people from time to time, causing him to get in trouble especially when he's with others that are more powerful than he is.
- Lust
Although Paris holds the appearance of class, on the inside, he's always craving for lust. Occasionally hovering around, picking up female students and playing them for blood is just one of the hobbies he enjoys doing. He wouldn't call himself a womanizer, but he does believe he has some charming perks that'll get the ladies swooning.
- Greed
He's always finding ways to feast on his classmates and students. Paris seems very elegant and peaceful on the outside, but on the inside, he's always up to no good. He always gets that extra drop of blood when he promises you he won't.

Biography
Ah, yes. Flap your glamourous wings they said. Paris used to be so proud. His wings shone out the most in his and many others' opinions and he was proud of them. He'd glide around the towns and villages he guarded and get praised for his grace and elegance as he protected those of many. Life was at its best for innocent Paris. His innocence so white, like a sheet of fresh snow, he knew nothing of the dark side. So young, so precious, it was till he made contact with the humans.

One tranquil afternoon, Paris flew across the towns, that is, until a perishing scream reached his ears. The wail made Paris halt and jolt, and as he panicked, he flew down to check. That was when Paris first witnessed something so strange, so disturbing. A man of twice the girl's age was forcing her to the ground, stripping her of her clothes. Paris was curious, but he was disturbed, he knew that much it wasn't right to hold down a lady. Angered, Paris went to stop the man, leaving him with no bruises, but saving the girl. They flew to the riverbank, and the girl couldn't thank him more. At least, that's what he believed. Oblivious to what humans could accomplish, the girl lead him on, day by day, Paris felt happy spending time with her. He couldn't come to the conclusion why there were so many men after her. He'd found it strange, but never really thought about it. Love blinded his eyes, and he couldn't see what the girl really was. He'd save her from countless assaults but never really pondered why there were so many targeted at her. And one faithful night, Paris stayed with her till dawn at her request. "Stay with me, Paris~ My darling angel~", she stroke his angelic face with her human hands. Blinded by the power of what he thought was love, Paris stayed. He did what he was told, and that night; he committed the sin of giving love to a human. The next morning, he was found lying by the riverbank on his own. The girl was nowhere to be found. Confused and scared, Paris stood up and glided around the nearby towns, only to find the girl with some other man. Betrayed and disgusted, Paris confronted them. "Oh please, I'm a prostitute. It's what I do! Grow up, Paris. I'm making money here", she scoffed at him.

Angered and furious, he stumbled upon a rowdy place that night. Lonely and sad, he craved for some attention and noise. Anything. Just, anything would do. Still with innocent ideas, until he barged inside, to which he found himself a bar, full of drunk smelly men and what seemed to be many with jobs just like who he loved. "Welcome to our bar, may I offer you a drink~?". He stared at the girl in front of him, she was so nice...little did he know that was only her job. Paris was terrible with interacting with others in general.
"A drink..?", he looked at her, "Sure..". Upon agreeing, not long later, a huge slam could be heard that shook the bar. The innocent angel, innocent no more as he slammed his hand on the bar table, "More!", he demanded, drunk. Paris was drinking his life away. With one, no, two, no, countless women under his arm. He was enjoying himself believe it or not. He lusted for their attention and love. That was until next morning...

"Paris! How dare you! Committing so many sins in one night. Do you still consider yourself worthy to be an angel?" The gods were furious. They stripped Paris from his place as an angel in the heavens. They tore his wings from his body, Paris shrieked in pain and agony, begging for forgiveness. "If you love humans so much, you might as well be with them. No, you will be even lower. I will send you to the depths of hell and the darkest parts of earth" The gods bellowed angrily at him. Paris became a vampire. A vampire who indeed, lingered in the shadows of the cities and streets, and as centuries went by, he would lead innocent girls on with his elegant and quiet attitude, only to suck the life force out of them once he got the chance. This was how he lived his life. Until he got enrolled into St Reverie...

Likes:
+ Books
+ Blood
+ Mirrors
+ Devious people [finds them rather amusing to be with]

Dislikes:
- Angels
- People too loud/obnoxious [he believes they're 'a pain to the ears']
- Shy people [who he considers a 'waste of time' when trying to talk to them when they're too shy]

Additional Information
- Secretly craves for attention among the ones he love
- Has piercings on the left side of his ear
- Paris' tears are red
- His skin is extremely pale - white

More of this bby:

Description
pls excuse messy lines ///x///)/

"How...delightful"
Name: Paris
Age: Unknown [Appears 19]
Birthdate: Unknown
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire [alt. demon]
Orientation: Pansexual
Ranking: Bronze
Magic: Dark
- A Thousand Gates of Dolor [Offense]
Paris opens magical circles of which thorns of poisonous black needles pierce out from above or below the target depending on where Paris chooses the circle to be. The black needles enter the victim's body and drains their life-source from the inside. He can cover the surroundings of his target with magical circles but that would take a lot of energy and power. The poison kicks in after 5min and paralyzes the foe, reducing their speed for 5-10min. Upon using this spell, Paris's defense is reduced by 10%, making it a risky move to use when he's in a group battle. His speed is also reduced by 10% as he is unable to move much while using a large amount of magic. The spell can also be dodged if the foe's speed is higher than Paris and his spell.

- Reaper's Scythe [Offense]
Paris summons a powerful scythe made from his own blood. In order to do this, he uses his fangs to tear open a small cut at his index finger to form a dark blooded scythe. Paris tears a small part of his soul and coats a thin layer onto the blood scythe to enhance the power and stability of the weapon. The soul and remaining blood goes back to Paris after use. He can also morph his blood into other smaller weapons that will help with his everyday life (eg. small dagger). This spell drastically lowers Paris' defense in battle, and he'll need to regenerate blood afterwards to level out the blood loss, which may take up to days.

- Cries of Mortem [Support]
Paris whistles out a hypnotizing tune and summons dark spirits from the shadows to aid him and his allies in battle. The dark spirits are immune to all physical attacks and elements but light as they are made from the shadows and cannot be eliminated by normal attacks unless light touches them. The spirits haunt and blind the foe, causing delusions and darkness to the foe's vision. Some may latch on their targets and drain their blood/energy. The energy flows back to the user but only regains 3/4 of the energy that was taken. This spell only works when it is nightfall as shadows will be immobilized by light. Angels and shadow users (who also have similar spells of summoning shadow-like creatures) are immune to this spell.

Personality
+ Quiet
Paris enjoys being alone. He doesn't usually talk much and tries to avoid people as much as possible. He enjoys the quiet peace around him when he is by himself. But don't let this fool you! On the inside, Paris is actually quite perverted and flirty, always trying to get to the better of one for blood. Not that he's shy, he just chooses not to talk because it's a 'waste of his breath'. Paris doesn't mind rowdy places, but he doesn't prefer to be in them.
+ Modest
Not necessarily modest, but Paris doesn't talk much about himself in general, therefore people assume he is a modest person. When people praise him, he usually disagrees as a polite gesture.
+ Flirtatious
One will only get to see this side of Paris once he feels more comfortable around you, or when he decides to prey on your blood. You may see his playful quiet attitude from time to time when he has one-on-one time with you, as Paris is oblivious to the idea of 'personal space'. Although many will consider this a bad thing, others believe this is how he bonds with people, thus liking his friendly gestures.
- Sarcastic
Paris lives on sarcasm, although this is usually where his humour comes from, he may offend some people from time to time, causing him to get in trouble especially when he's with others that are more powerful than he is.
- Lust
Although Paris holds the appearance of class, on the inside, he's always craving for lust. Occasionally hovering around, picking up female students and playing them for blood is just one of the hobbies he enjoys doing. He wouldn't call himself a womanizer, but he does believe he has some charming perks that'll get the ladies swooning.
- Greed
He's always finding ways to feast on his classmates and students. Paris seems very elegant and peaceful on the outside, but on the inside, he's always up to no good. He always gets that extra drop of blood when he promises you he won't.

Biography
Ah, yes. Flap your glamourous wings they said. Paris used to be so proud. His wings shone out the most in his and many others' opinions and he was proud of them. He'd glide around the towns and villages he guarded and get praised for his grace and elegance as he protected those of many. Life was at its best for innocent Paris. His innocence so white, like a sheet of fresh snow, he knew nothing of the dark side. So young, so precious, it was till he made contact with the humans.

One tranquil afternoon, Paris flew across the towns, that is, until a perishing scream reached his ears. The wail made Paris halt and jolt, and as he panicked, he flew down to check. That was when Paris first witnessed something so strange, so disturbing. A man of twice the girl's age was forcing her to the ground, stripping her of her clothes. Paris was curious, but he was disturbed, he knew that much it wasn't right to hold down a lady. Angered, Paris went to stop the man, leaving him with no bruises, but saving the girl. They flew to the riverbank, and the girl couldn't thank him more. At least, that's what he believed. Oblivious to what humans could accomplish, the girl lead him on, day by day, Paris felt happy spending time with her. He couldn't come to the conclusion why there were so many men after her. He'd found it strange, but never really thought about it. Love blinded his eyes, and he couldn't see what the girl really was. He'd save her from countless assaults but never really pondered why there were so many targeted at her. And one faithful night, Paris stayed with her till dawn at her request. "Stay with me, Paris~ My darling angel~", she stroke his angelic face with her human hands. Blinded by the power of what he thought was love, Paris stayed. He did what he was told, and that night; he committed the sin of giving love to a human. The next morning, he was found lying by the riverbank on his own. The girl was nowhere to be found. Confused and scared, Paris stood up and glided around the nearby towns, only to find the girl with some other man. Betrayed and disgusted, Paris confronted them. "Oh please, I'm a prostitute. It's what I do! Grow up, Paris. I'm making money here", she scoffed at him.

Angered and furious, he stumbled upon a rowdy place that night. Lonely and sad, he craved for some attention and noise. Anything. Just, anything would do. Still with innocent ideas, until he barged inside, to which he found himself a bar, full of drunk smelly men and what seemed to be many with jobs just like who he loved. "Welcome to our bar, may I offer you a drink~?". He stared at the girl in front of him, she was so nice...little did he know that was only her job. Paris was terrible with interacting with others in general.
"A drink..?", he looked at her, "Sure..". Upon agreeing, not long later, a huge slam could be heard that shook the bar. The innocent angel, innocent no more as he slammed his hand on the bar table, "More!", he demanded, drunk. Paris was drinking his life away. With one, no, two, no, countless women under his arm. He was enjoying himself believe it or not. He lusted for their attention and love. That was until next morning...

"Paris! How dare you! Committing so many sins in one night. Do you still consider yourself worthy to be an angel?" The gods were furious. They stripped Paris from his place as an angel in the heavens. They tore his wings from his body, Paris shrieked in pain and agony, begging for forgiveness. "If you love humans so much, you might as well be with them. No, you will be even lower. I will send you to the depths of hell and the darkest parts of earth" The gods bellowed angrily at him. Paris became a vampire. A vampire who indeed, lingered in the shadows of the cities and streets, and as centuries went by, he would lead innocent girls on with his elegant and quiet attitude, only to suck the life force out of them once he got the chance. This was how he lived his life. Until he got enrolled into St Reverie...

Likes:
+ Books
+ Blood
+ Mirrors
+ Devious people [finds them rather amusing to be with]

Dislikes:
- Angels
- People too loud/obnoxious [he believes they're 'a pain to the ears']
- Shy people [who he considers a 'waste of time' when trying to talk to them when they're too shy]

Additional Information
- Secretly craves for attention among the ones he love
- Has piercings on the left side of his ear
- Paris' tears are red
- His skin is extremely pale - white

More of this bby: