~Cresil~
“The beautifully macabre is not for the faint of heart, my dear.”
Nickname(s):
Cres - Not Many Are Close Enough To Call Him By This
Bastard - For Those Damned In His Debt (Or Just Those Who Have Spent Five Minutes With Him)
Gender:
Male/Masculine
Pronouns:
He/Him (Preferred)They/Them (Also Works)
Age:
A True Gentleman Never Reveals - (Though he appears to possibly be somewhere in his late twenties or early thirties in his human form)
Sexuality:
Incapable of loving, yet attracted to anyone he deems ‘appealing’ to the eye, or anyone he would find entertaining to corrupt
God of:
Hate -while hatred is the general umbrella term, Cresil could also be notably associated with chaos, corruption, and impurity
Appearance:
Devastatingly enticing is what this entity appears to be, as Cresil has lavished in the form of quite the masculine looker. Every aspect of Cresil threatens most onlookers with a subtle temptation, though he possesses just a few attributes that would suggest his godly beauty is in fact just that - a beauty unfit to be harbored by any mundane mortal. With a face structured like that to imitate a well-chiseled diamond, naturally his features are the utmost defined, yet possessing a softness that strips the man of appearing gruff or rugged by any means. The most unsettling, as well as captivating feature of this man, is the nearly translucent ice blue his eyes are: it almost appears as if there’s no color at all. What they lack in pigment though, they make up for in eerie displays of expression. Amusement - a twisted kind- is usually to be seen flourishing in his gaze, if not shrouded by faux emotions he uses to cement his manipulations on individuals unlucky enough to be caught in his fixation. The man’s lashes are a long, onyx-pointed display, complimented by thinly arched brows throned above his eyes. This man’s hair is an absolute model of neat perfection - his locks taking the hue of something akin to the dark side of the moon, being a shimmering display of pure silver highlights threaded into a more sleek, midnight base color. It’s long enough to tease at the nape of his neck, and is always combed back into a fashion worthy of admiration and envy. Catch Cresil’s hair disheveled or untame? Never. It is, perhaps, the single aspect of this entity that is not tainted by his chaotic inner workings and aura.
Cresil towers over most at the formidable height of 6’4 in his human form - there is such a thing as too tall ladies and gentlemen, and Cresil regards that height as being above his own. This man’s build is that of a more rectangular, graceful lithe figure. Slender, yet not scrawny. Toned, yet not overbearingly muscled. It could be said he appears to be a nimbler creature, which would be a proper observation. Cresil’s complexion is that of a milkier tone, not being light enough to convey a sickly tint, but possessing no trace of warmth either. In addition to this light complexion, there are no stains of any kind visibly cratering this entity with imperfection, something he would not stand for even on his worst day. All things considered, he appears to be a man who embodies what it truly means to be in one’s prime.
As for godly appearance, seldom does Cresil indulge himself in such a form unless he’s attempting to intimidate, or is in a severe fit of volatility. Having no distinct form per se, it is a sight that betrays a mortal understanding of what any entity should look like. Notably, his form is comprised of mists that match the color of his mortal hair scheme, serpentine tendrils of darkness that writhe in agitation that dwell in the mists, and what could only be perceived as fiery, crimson flames for eyes that embody the definition of seething hatred. If the primary makeup of his daunting figure can be considered skin, then Cresil’s bodily form is an ever-changing swirl of shadows and flames that burn an unearthly hue of red. Jagged spikes protrude from what can appear to be shoulders, down the length of what could be considered his spine, and taper down together to form the sinister display of a barbed tail. If there was any sight that could capture the unholy vision of the distinct essence of animosity and the fall of goodwill, it would be that of Cresil’s godly form.
Personality:
A deity embodying the concepts of impurity, corruption, utter chaos, and ultimately hatred. ‘Foul demon’ some aware of his less than benevolent divinity would revere him as. ‘Lord of Enmity’ those more ancient would have whispered. ‘The End of All Things Holy’ those far older would declare. Many faces Cresil has worn, and many names he has gone by, though the waves of ruin and annihilation that echo behind each step he takes on the mortal plane have never ceased to change. He would be the kind of creature to stand joyously in the ashes of crumbled civilizations, relish in bathing in the blood of those he’s set out to watch fall, and ultimately would flock to any scene where chaos and disarray are sure to blossom. And should this individual so decide, Cresil will intervene in certain affairs in various manners to derive pleasure from aiding in manifesting an explosive result.
In simple terms, Cresil is entirely malicious. Utterly vile, and vindictive. Not to mention spiteful and disgustingly arrogant with all that he does. There are truly no good qualities harboring within the makeup of this deity - unless one could count on the fact that he’s proficiently good in terms of being the absolute worst entity alive. He inflicts misery and misfortune onto those both innocent and non for the fun of it, and so one could imagine the things he’d be willing to enact when it comes to waging war against an enemy. Regardless of his victim, Cresil displays a streak of cunning that should very well be envied by the masses. His careful deceits and beautifully crafted manipulations are almost impressive, if not for how cruel and malevolent his tactics are.
Finding oneself in the debt of Cresil, though, is a horrible predicament. More often than not Cresil will go out of his way to work people into owing him various favors by one means or another. Very few times, however, will Cresil adhere to his end of any bargain in the way he may lead his victims to believe. Anyone with a decent wit about them would know just how entirely untrustworthy Cresil is, regardless of the wonders he promises, and how capable he actually is of fulfilling them. It would be an entirely impossible feat for him to pass up any opportunity that even remotely hints at the possibility of manifesting some kind of mayhem or misfortune onto another. Although when the tables turn on him, Cresil does not take kindly to be on the receiving end of the very things he inflicts onto everyone and everything around him.
“It’s not my fault I find unnecessary happiness so repulsive, it’s simply in my nature to destroy it.”
Abilities:
Primary Abilities:
Curses; Cresil is more than capable of inflicting curses on individuals and communities alike, most often pertaining to corrupting someone with unbridled animosity or manifesting an aura of misfortune of varying degrees. There is a decent variety to the extent and types of curses he can inflict on his target(s), and if he himself is not the one to break the curses attachment, or if it doesn’t break after it runs its course, there are few things capable of disbanding them. A miraculously gifted healer, or even a stronger power that can cancel out his own are a couple of things that can override him.
Psychological Influence; Most often, Cresil uses this ability to inflict intense psychological and emotional distress. It can become rather debilitating depending on how focused and driven he is to cause any level of suffering, though in the case of the extremes he has been capable of descending individuals into a state of complete and utter madness. Cresil also has the means to haunt individuals by using their own fear and insecurities against them, exploiting vulnerability most often for his own gain, and occasionally amusement. Of course, an individual who has an applaudably strong mental will can defy his psychological influence, perhaps not completely, but to a great degree depending on the person. The most dangerous aspect of overcoming Cresil’s direct power though is the potential he may become intrigued, and by association, potentially obsessed with why and how someone was capable of defying him.
Manifestations of Hatred; The creation of dark, twisted entities that are composed of hatred and sinister energy alone, Cresil gives these creatures a sentience dictated by his will. They tend to be his agents of destruction when it comes to him desiring lesser things to do his bidding for him, or to serve him in some self-serving scheme. They are by no definition ‘perfect’ beings, and because most of these creatures have parts of his own life force weaved into their sentience, direct harm to them can be felt by Cresil, which can put him at a mild disadvantage.
Minor Abilities:
Immortality; Very self-explanatory
Hostility Aura; Cresil’s presence alone, more so on the mortal plane, is enough to breed hostility and animosity in the immediate vicinity. While his presence doesn’t always promise a chaotic disruption to the area surrounding him, it is intense enough to be difficult to defy at the very least a sense of mild agitation if he does not suppress how strong he comes off.
Sacrificial Gain; Sacrifices made in his name or in the spirit of the concepts he’s both associated with and have reign over benefit him in the sense that they grant him more potent power, though only through a mortal’s voluntary choice to make a sacrifice versus being compelled to do something in his favor through his direct intervention.
Strengths:
Manipulation; Cresil has never needed godly power to manipulate everything and everyone around him, and through cunning and wit, finds it very appealing and easily done to maneuver things around to better serve him or his godly aspirations
Stamina; Cresil is an individual who is very capable of operating at maximum for an extended period of time, being very acutely aware of his boundaries and limitations for both power and what he can endure
Intelligent; Cresil’s sheer intellect is a dangerous thing to trifle with. There is little he does without a semblance of complex thought behind it, and even fewer are things he finds difficult to comprehend.
Calculated; Nearly every action, word, and breath Cresil takes is carefully planned and executed with near-absolute precision. He’s naturally aligned to analyzing both situations and people alike thoroughly, preferring to distinguish the risks and benefits of whatever he may involve himself with, and keeping a variety of contingency plans in place in his back pocket. While he prefers to be several steps ahead of everyone around him, Cresil also finds value and thrill to some degree of spontaneity and acting on impulse if need be to create an unpredictable illusion of his operations.
Weaknesses:
Balance; As much as Cresil thrives on disarray, even his godliness becomes threatened when the delicate balance that keeps the gears moving around him begins to come undone. While he is more attuned to taking advantage of a major disruption in balance, it is also in his own best interest to ensure there is at least some effort on his part to maintain equilibrium.
Inability to Love; However he came into existence, there is no part of Cresil capable of feeling or harboring a genuine love for anyone or anything. He considers satisfaction and pleasure to be what love feels like, but he is wholly incapable of experiencing the real thing.
Apathetic; Emotions are something that rarely - if ever - sway Cresil if he takes the time to consider them at all. He simply sees less value in catering to emotion when logic or opportunity is often the more pragmatic approach to better serve his needs and desires. This isn’t to say he doesn’t consider them when necessary, or for the select few whose feelings he may be more mindful of, but typically Cresil only sees the value of emotions if they serve him and his interests.
Obsessive; When Cresil becomes fixated on an idea, goal, vision, -or more concerningly- a person, he has the potential to become engrossed in a full-fledged obsession to a very unhealthy degree. While having an obsessive drive serves his ambitions well, when it comes to personal matters and relations, it becomes a dangerous and relentless pursuit.
Likes:
Chaos; Anything that pertains to orchestrating mass madnessSuffering; Cresil absolutely feasts off of others’ misery whether he had a hand in it or not
Himself; To an unhealthy degree, Cresil has manifested a narcissism that grossly redefines the label of what it means to truly be a ‘narcissist’
Storms; If only to idly sit back and enjoy the kind of ruin and mass destruction storms are capable of
Mind Games; He thoroughly enjoys playing with the heads of most he comes to be in the presence of
Dislikes:
Being Challenged; Anyone who challenges his superiority complex is not going to be met with a considerate entity
His time being wasted; with a passion for sparking disarray, naturally, he loathes anyone or anything taking up too much of his time when there’s potential for him to be creating chaos elsewhere
Peace; It’s very simple, long interludes of no action to thrive off of bores him to death, and his survival instincts will kick in to get the ball rolling in disturbing any tranquil scene
Restlessness; The sensation of feeling antsy bothers him to his core, therefore idle hands are something he is rarely afflicted by
Filth; despite being an embodiment of disorder, at the very least when it comes to his appearance, Cresil maintains a pristine image and highly prefers his more frequented spaces to adhere to his standards of cleanliness
Affiliations:
Open, PM me!
Other:
Let me know if there’s anything I should tweak, I’m more than willing to make a few alterations!