Post by Div/ Bane on Sept 8, 2008 21:33:18 GMT -8
Name: Div
Most common nickname: prof. 'Squeekums'
Age: Unknown (even to him) His best estiment for his current mind/memories is roughly one hundred and twenty years
subject: Dark arts
race: He was a demon, but he accidently trapped himself in the body of a mouse and can't get out. To quote Alladin's Jeanny, "INFINITE COSMIC POWERS, tiny living space."
Family: His brother was Drell, the psichotic harvester of souls. Luckilly, he was destroyed inbetween MVA and MVAII
Powers: Power over Lightning, Darkness, and (learned from the now-dead BANE) Soul Transfer (evidently only to a certain extent).
Appearance: A small black and white mouse with almost glowing grean eyes.
Personality: Div has grown accustomed to the occasional comments and steps on the head, and has decided that the best way to deal with that would be to be silly rather than depressed as he once was. To put things simply: He has turned another page in the text that is his very, very messed odd life. However, if he needs to be, he can be even more menacing than the mice in the Douglass Adams Novels.
Backstory ("what's up with the mouse?" you might be asking):
The story of Div is a rather long, rather depressing one, so for any readers who glance accross this, I have decided to deliver those facts that are purely fundamental in his life.
Div, a very, very long time ago was the brother of Drell the Harvester, a terribly powerful and vengeful demon; However, in a lightning swift raid by a group of arch-angels, The demon that was Div was taken from Hell, his mind imprizoned in a village elder who wielded the lightning as his weapon. Every time the elder died in battle, he would come back the next day in reincarnated form, and brought with him the demon, Div. Why let the demon live, one may ask? Because he was proffisied to slay Drell, that same monster that was his brother, and plotted to to destroy heavon.
At one point, Div found his way to Mountain View, and it was there that he met the archfiend Drell, his nemesis. It was there he gained mastery over the demon within himself... but only with the help of a girl, his lover: Misty. He also met his younger Sister who he previously hadn't known about: Mortiana. After many hardships, and many a trying battle, Div, Bane, Mortiana, and Echoe (who also died... again) killed the tyranical Drell, rescuing the cosmos.
However, this was not to be the end. Div had been taking Bane's exorcism class, for which the student would do the most difficult, or advanced spell reguarding souls that they could do for their senior Final. Div's spectacular achievement that earned him twenty-five bonus points in adition to his one-hundred grade was to transfer his own soul into the body of a tiny mouse, a creature who's sise was inversely proportional to the scale of the achievement. However, ever since that day Div has not been able to go back into his Demonic body, he himself describes it as "being kind of like squeesing yourself inside of a cabinet only to find out you're too stuck to move your arm and open the door."
As immagined, he has been like this for a very VERY long time (since only a few years after MVAI), and has gotten very thoroughly used to the new form. He particularly enjoyes the way that his magic enables him to more easily acquire food. Another thing he has done is to train tirelessly. No self-respecting establishment would ever concievably hire one so amnormal as he... except for one. From the day he became a mouse, the furry little fellow trained tirelessly to bring about all of the magical potency at his peek in his senior year. Now, he verilly fits the old saying, "Dangerous things come in small packages."
I.C. Sample:
Professor Div in all his tiny glory walked up to the accademy that he had so long wanted to come back and teach at, his bright little green eyes surveying the building and front gate with awe. "Things have really changed here!" He squeeked before turning around to look at the luggage that conveniently floated along behind him. If any living person had seen such a thing they either would have had a heart-attack or died from laughter anyways.
"You've been great companny all these years, BANE, you too Echoe... but It generally makes a better first impression if one enters a job interview on their own." The two briefcases slowly, hesitantly set themselves down. The little mouse squeeked laughter, "No need to look so glum, You two can come visit my office anytime, besides, it might make for a good class presentation!"
Seemingly happy with the idea, the little mamal began walking up to the doors, briefcases following behind atop long black fingers that leapt up from their shadows to support them. When the mouse reached the doors, the heavons darkened and lightning spiked up from him as it shouted in that somehow lightening squeek, "This is Div, I request an audience with the one in charge of employment!"
And so, as the wind rustled back where Div had seemingly talked to the air, and as lightning and darkness haunted the viewer's eyes, The applying proffessor announced himself, hoping for yet another turn of the page...
Code words: Do you know the muffin man?
Most common nickname: prof. 'Squeekums'
Age: Unknown (even to him) His best estiment for his current mind/memories is roughly one hundred and twenty years
subject: Dark arts
race: He was a demon, but he accidently trapped himself in the body of a mouse and can't get out. To quote Alladin's Jeanny, "INFINITE COSMIC POWERS, tiny living space."
Family: His brother was Drell, the psichotic harvester of souls. Luckilly, he was destroyed inbetween MVA and MVAII
Powers: Power over Lightning, Darkness, and (learned from the now-dead BANE) Soul Transfer (evidently only to a certain extent).
Appearance: A small black and white mouse with almost glowing grean eyes.
Personality: Div has grown accustomed to the occasional comments and steps on the head, and has decided that the best way to deal with that would be to be silly rather than depressed as he once was. To put things simply: He has turned another page in the text that is his very, very messed odd life. However, if he needs to be, he can be even more menacing than the mice in the Douglass Adams Novels.
Backstory ("what's up with the mouse?" you might be asking):
The story of Div is a rather long, rather depressing one, so for any readers who glance accross this, I have decided to deliver those facts that are purely fundamental in his life.
Div, a very, very long time ago was the brother of Drell the Harvester, a terribly powerful and vengeful demon; However, in a lightning swift raid by a group of arch-angels, The demon that was Div was taken from Hell, his mind imprizoned in a village elder who wielded the lightning as his weapon. Every time the elder died in battle, he would come back the next day in reincarnated form, and brought with him the demon, Div. Why let the demon live, one may ask? Because he was proffisied to slay Drell, that same monster that was his brother, and plotted to to destroy heavon.
At one point, Div found his way to Mountain View, and it was there that he met the archfiend Drell, his nemesis. It was there he gained mastery over the demon within himself... but only with the help of a girl, his lover: Misty. He also met his younger Sister who he previously hadn't known about: Mortiana. After many hardships, and many a trying battle, Div, Bane, Mortiana, and Echoe (who also died... again) killed the tyranical Drell, rescuing the cosmos.
However, this was not to be the end. Div had been taking Bane's exorcism class, for which the student would do the most difficult, or advanced spell reguarding souls that they could do for their senior Final. Div's spectacular achievement that earned him twenty-five bonus points in adition to his one-hundred grade was to transfer his own soul into the body of a tiny mouse, a creature who's sise was inversely proportional to the scale of the achievement. However, ever since that day Div has not been able to go back into his Demonic body, he himself describes it as "being kind of like squeesing yourself inside of a cabinet only to find out you're too stuck to move your arm and open the door."
As immagined, he has been like this for a very VERY long time (since only a few years after MVAI), and has gotten very thoroughly used to the new form. He particularly enjoyes the way that his magic enables him to more easily acquire food. Another thing he has done is to train tirelessly. No self-respecting establishment would ever concievably hire one so amnormal as he... except for one. From the day he became a mouse, the furry little fellow trained tirelessly to bring about all of the magical potency at his peek in his senior year. Now, he verilly fits the old saying, "Dangerous things come in small packages."
I.C. Sample:
Professor Div in all his tiny glory walked up to the accademy that he had so long wanted to come back and teach at, his bright little green eyes surveying the building and front gate with awe. "Things have really changed here!" He squeeked before turning around to look at the luggage that conveniently floated along behind him. If any living person had seen such a thing they either would have had a heart-attack or died from laughter anyways.
"You've been great companny all these years, BANE, you too Echoe... but It generally makes a better first impression if one enters a job interview on their own." The two briefcases slowly, hesitantly set themselves down. The little mouse squeeked laughter, "No need to look so glum, You two can come visit my office anytime, besides, it might make for a good class presentation!"
Seemingly happy with the idea, the little mamal began walking up to the doors, briefcases following behind atop long black fingers that leapt up from their shadows to support them. When the mouse reached the doors, the heavons darkened and lightning spiked up from him as it shouted in that somehow lightening squeek, "This is Div, I request an audience with the one in charge of employment!"
And so, as the wind rustled back where Div had seemingly talked to the air, and as lightning and darkness haunted the viewer's eyes, The applying proffessor announced himself, hoping for yet another turn of the page...
Code words: Do you know the muffin man?