General Alexander Dytrol

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Name: General Alexander Dytrol XIII
~Professional Name: General Dytrol
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Breed: Human
Alliance: None
Ranking: Dytrol Officer
Warrior Class: Alchemist, Spellcaster
~Sub-Class: Breeder, Summoner
Elemental Affinity: None

Homeland: Dytrol Prison was founded by Alexander Dytrol I, 13 generations ago. It was once a decent area, no more sinister than any other prison would normally be. Decades of suffering and sin, however, slowly began to change the land itself. Dytrol prison is now a haven for demons and murderers, not to mention the cruelest of holding facilities for prisoners. Screams of tortured and dying men and women echo throughout the halls. Since its founding, the building has transformed from a simple prison into hell on earth.

Physical Description:

General Dytrol has white hair and sunken eyes. He always wears a white coat, showing his "radiance and purity", trimmed with gold, to symbolize how "morally rich" he is. His pants are also white. He has a very thin figure. Dytrol is almost constantly grimacing, except for when the cry of a prisoner causes him to laugh. The badge he wears is his family's crest and the crest of the prison.

Personality: The men of the Dytrol bloodline have always exhibited the same traits: hatred towards life, cruelty towards others, an overall misanthropic attitude. The general treats his prisoners with complete disgust and his enemies with almost humorous cynicism. He does not make friends, as he sees everyone but himself as a blight upon humanity. He has never let a prisoner escape, but refuses to kill; he would much rather place his opponents into custody, so that he can torture them until they beg for death.

History/Background: Alexander Dytrol I was a complete misanthrope and a nihilist, finding no purpose in the world and even less meaning in the people inhabiting it. He saw life as a gateway for sin to enter a perfect world. Free will was a mistake. To punish the population that had embraced evil, he established Dytrol Prison, which was to become "the bastion of justice". After running the prison for several years, however, Dytrol found the men and women he was detaining more disgusting than he had anticipated. These were the worst of the worst, the murderers, thieves, and rapists. These people were the scum of the earth, and Dytrol was offering them food, water, and shelter. His disgust grew so great that he hired a family of demons, the Hegyuryou clan, to take care of the prisoners while he commanded the guard of the prison (Goshiki Hegyuryou, the current commanding officer of Dytrol Prison, came into power by means of this bloodline). After relinquishing control of the prisoners' well-being, Dytrol focused his efforts on destroying what he saw as a "comfortable" setting in the prison. He began torturing and murdering prisoners, condemning them to unusually painful punishments, sometimes even using dark practices to make his prisoners immortal just to take away the possible release of death. To ensure a blood relation with the prison, Dytrol impregnated a prisoner. He named this son after himself, and commanded him to do live as he had throughout his miserable existence.
Alexander Dytrol XIII, thirteen generations later, still lives out the commands of his ancestor. He is the child of a prisoner abused by Dytrol XII, and was born and raised in the prison, just as the First had been. Now, after the death of his father, he has taken control of the prison guard, and is now called General.

RP Sample: Alexander approached the cell of the prisoner who had shouted the insult. He was suprised at the audacity of this one--he obviously had not been here very long. As Alexander walked, he ran his finger along the wall of the narrow hallway. The wall boiled at his touch, familiar with its master's blood. His guards shuffled behind him stupidly, pushing each other aside to get a better view of the encounter.
Alexander stopped in front of the prisoner. The incarcerated idiot was lying on the ground, doubled over in his hunger pains. Goshiki had obviously not fed this boy in some time. Not that Alexander cared--the care of the prisoners was no longer his responsibility. In fact, Alexander had little responsibility at all. The guards took care of the prisoners' discipline, Goshiki their health. Alexander was mearly there as a link to the First, his glorious, genius ancestor. He could do whatever he wanted without consequence.
"You called me a name. Didn't you? Was I mistaken?" Alexander smiled. He ran his hand along the bars of the man's cell. The metal bubbled, and some of the burning liquid metal splashed onto the fallen prisoner's face, offering Alexander a beautiful cry of pain. "Oh did I do that? I apologize. But it does give me a wonderful idea of how to stop this name-calling business." In moments the cell was opened and the prisoner was held on the ground by two guards. They held his mouth shut, facing the ceiling.
"Now... What was it you called me?" Alexander said. He reached out and touched the metal ceiling above the prisoner's head. The metal boiled and dripped onto the man's cheek. Through his clenched teeth the prisoner howled in pain. "Damn!" yelled Alexander with sarcastic disappointment. "I missed! Well, let's try again. Can't have you calling people names like that again, now can we?" Alexander touched the ceiling again and again, heating the metal and dripping it onto the screaming man's face.
This continued for about half an hour until the man's mouth was completely burnt with melted metal; at this point, the man's entire face was unrecognizable. The guards released the prisoner, but he remained lying in the same position, sobbing silently. Alexander winced at how disgusting the man looked now, how disgusting he was. Alexander spat, landing the saliva where the man's eye once was, and briskly walked away, leaving the guards to lock the cell again. Even after this entertaining encounter, Alexander's twisted frown twitched as he passed the frightened, pathetic faces of the other prisoners. Disgusting world. Disgusting world.

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My bumps, my bumps my bumps my bumps, my lovely lady bumps.

(and also i am not a lady)

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boomp

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[Lockheart42]

I think at this point, some mod PMing is required

[Kisuke]

Very good character I just wanted to be clear on some things. You understand that there is a Warden NPC for Dytrol, right? Also, is this character a Secondary [Support] or Primary [Main]?

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You mean Goshiki Hegyuryou? I saw that when i was making Dytrol, but he doesn't have any history so I took some liberties with that. It says in my background that Dytrol's ancestor handed over control of the prison to Hegyuryou's clan when he became disgusted with the prisoners. Basically Hegyuryou runs the entire prison system while Dytrol is just a medium between him and the guards. Dytrol basically helps Hegyuryou with security, subordinate to Hegyurou, and his bloodline makes him important to the prison. And he's a primary character. I may be misunderstanding Hegyuryou's position though; he does run the entire prison, right?

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oh boy bumpin it

[Kisuke]

Yes, you are correct. I just wanted some clarification.

Name: General Alexander Dytrol XIII
~Professional Name: General Dytrol
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Breed: Human
Alliance: None
Ranking: Dytrol Officer
Warrior Class: Alchemist, Spellcaster
~Sub-Class: Breeder, Summoner
Elemental Affinity: None

Homeland: Dytrol Prison was founded by Alexander Dytrol I, 13 generations ago. It was once a decent area, no more sinister than any other prison would normally be. Decades of suffering and sin, however, slowly began to change the land itself. Dytrol prison is now a haven for demons and murderers, not to mention the cruelest of holding facilities for prisoners. Screams of tortured and dying men and women echo throughout the halls. Since its founding, the building has transformed from a simple prison into hell on earth.

Physical Description:

General Dytrol has white hair and sunken eyes. He always wears a white coat, showing his "radiance and purity", trimmed with gold, to symbolize how "morally rich" he is. His pants are also white. He has a very thin figure. Dytrol is almost constantly grimacing, except for when the cry of a prisoner causes him to laugh. The badge he wears is his family's crest and the crest of the prison.

Personality: The men of the Dytrol bloodline have always exhibited the same traits: hatred towards life, cruelty towards others, an overall misanthropic attitude. The general treats his prisoners with complete disgust and his enemies with almost humorous cynicism. He does not make friends, as he sees everyone but himself as a blight upon humanity. He has never let a prisoner escape, but refuses to kill; he would much rather place his opponents into custody, so that he can torture them until they beg for death.

History/Background: Alexander Dytrol I was a complete misanthrope and a nihilist, finding no purpose in the world and even less meaning in the people inhabiting it. He saw life as a gateway for sin to enter a perfect world. Free will was a mistake. To punish the population that had embraced evil, he established Dytrol Prison, which was to become "the bastion of justice". After running the prison for several years, however, Dytrol found the men and women he was detaining more disgusting than he had anticipated. These were the worst of the worst, the murderers, thieves, and rapists. These people were the scum of the earth, and Dytrol was offering them food, water, and shelter. His disgust grew so great that he hired a family of demons, the Hegyuryou clan, to take care of the prisoners while he commanded the guard of the prison (Goshiki Hegyuryou, the current commanding officer of Dytrol Prison, came into power by means of this bloodline). After relinquishing control of the prisoners' well-being, Dytrol focused his efforts on destroying what he saw as a "comfortable" setting in the prison. He began torturing and murdering prisoners, condemning them to unusually painful punishments, sometimes even using dark practices to make his prisoners immortal just to take away the possible release of death. To ensure a blood relation with the prison, Dytrol impregnated a prisoner. He named this son after himself, and commanded him to do live as he had throughout his miserable existence.
Alexander Dytrol XIII, thirteen generations later, still lives out the commands of his ancestor. He is the child of a prisoner abused by Dytrol XII, and was born and raised in the prison, just as the First had been. Now, after the death of his father, he has taken control of the prison guard, and is now called General.

RP Sample: Alexander approached the cell of the prisoner who had shouted the insult. He was suprised at the audacity of this one--he obviously had not been here very long. As Alexander walked, he ran his finger along the wall of the narrow hallway. The wall boiled at his touch, familiar with its master's blood. His guards shuffled behind him stupidly, pushing each other aside to get a better view of the encounter.
Alexander stopped in front of the prisoner. The incarcerated idiot was lying on the ground, doubled over in his hunger pains. Goshiki had obviously not fed this boy in some time. Not that Alexander cared--the care of the prisoners was no longer his responsibility. In fact, Alexander had little responsibility at all. The guards took care of the prisoners' discipline, Goshiki their health. Alexander was mearly there as a link to the First, his glorious, genius ancestor. He could do whatever he wanted without consequence.
"You called me a name. Didn't you? Was I mistaken?" Alexander smiled. He ran his hand along the bars of the man's cell. The metal bubbled, and some of the burning liquid metal splashed onto the fallen prisoner's face, offering Alexander a beautiful cry of pain. "Oh did I do that? I apologize. But it does give me a wonderful idea of how to stop this name-calling business." In moments the cell was opened and the prisoner was held on the ground by two guards. They held his mouth shut, facing the ceiling.
"Now... What was it you called me?" Alexander said. He reached out and touched the metal ceiling above the prisoner's head. The metal boiled and dripped onto the man's cheek. Through his clenched teeth the prisoner howled in pain. "Damn!" yelled Alexander with sarcastic disappointment. "I missed! Well, let's try again. Can't have you calling people names like that again, now can we?" Alexander touched the ceiling again and again, heating the metal and dripping it onto the screaming man's face.
This continued for about half an hour until the man's mouth was completely burnt with melted metal; at this point, the man's entire face was unrecognizable. The guards released the prisoner, but he remained lying in the same position, sobbing silently. Alexander winced at how disgusting the man looked now, how disgusting he was. Alexander spat, landing the saliva where the man's eye once was, and briskly walked away, leaving the guards to lock the cell again. Even after this entertaining encounter, Alexander's twisted frown twitched as he passed the frightened, pathetic faces of the other prisoners. Disgusting world. Disgusting world.

Approved.

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Thank you sir

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