Albel Nox

Real Name: Albel Nox
Alignment: Neutral
Age: 16 (frozen)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Hair: Red
Eyes: Light Blue
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 138 lbs

Costume Description/Image:
Albel is usually seen wearing a black shirt with extremely faint dark red markings all over it, dark blue jeans and black shoes. He also wears above-the-wrist length gloves coloured red with black markings on the edges. The markings look foreign but not something familiar.

Personality:
Albel is not very easy to read as he often tries to manipulate people and situations to suit his agenda(s). He can be selfish but wouldn't say no to helping someone (if it meant getting a benefit of some sort, even if it's just the other person owing him a debt.) Albel is more often than not quite rash in everything he does. He works on impulsion and it can land him into trouble, sometimes trouble bigger than he can handle (though he would never admit that.) He is also capable of working as part of a group or a team, if again, he sees the benefit of his participation. Albel doesn't help for free. He doesn't give his trust easily, if ever. He can make you believe that he trusts you, because he enjoys the company of others, especially other boys. Speaking of, he is not shy when it comes to socializing. Mostly because he doesn't even mean anything he says, or speaks in half-truths. His age also plays a part in the way he interacts with others. As a side effect of gaining his powers, Albel's age has been frozen in time. He is not an immortal in the sense that he can't be killed, but in the sense that he never ages. Both physically and mentally. As a result, he often comes across as a bit immature in certain situations.

History:
I hate weakness. I absolutely, definitely, hate it.

You can imagine my rage when I quickly realised that despite my hatred of weaknesses, I ended up being bullied. Severely. At school, it was bad. After school, it was worse. Now, I know what you're thinking... but no, my parents, bless them, they were nice enough for me to keep my sanity. They were loving but tough, strict but fair.

After school, I mean, the bullying continued. I remember once they stripped me of all my clothes, hit me with some sort of spiky plant thing that was like a whip. It hurt. Bad. I had tears crawling down my face but I wasn't crying. I never gave them that satisfaction. It was just a reaction of pain.

I remember this stuff lasting for about a few years. It started when I was ten. Or was it nine? I can't really remember when exactly. But what I can remember is the day I found a way to stop them. The day I found strength. Well, strength found me...

Almost like in a fairytale, I found a book one day. Don't remember where exactly. I want to say my attic. That's what comes to mind the most. The book. It had weird markings on it. I thought that it was strange. And even though I was 16, I still didn't think to get a proper research done on it before opening it and reading the first words on the first page.

Something happened. I felt warm and cold at the same time. I felt sick and a sense of euphoria take over me and I could feel it... inside... Like it was changing me. I saw the book light up strangely, and burn, I think it burnt, as it crumbled to pieces and ash on the floor. It felt like a dream.

I then discovered what the book had done to me. I want to say it was something magical, though I can't be sure, but, it gave me abilities. Well, more like powers. Nothing that could end the world or even save it, but definitely could help me not be weak anymore. Never.

I confronted my bullies, made them pay, heard their screams, I smiled and laughed as I caused them pain, even though a part of me pitied them. I thought I was evil, but that little nibbling thought put me in doubt. It always does.

People were not pleased with me. My parents, as loving as they were, couldn't recognise me anymore. For them, their son disappeared from the moment I returned the hits I received and then some. I could tell they still cared for me, but I also knew there was no way I could go on living like that. So I left.

I thought I was going to die of hunger, or from the bitter cold, that I was going to end up like those old homeless guys on the street with no hope at all.

I was wrong. Well. Mostly. I did feel the hunger, and nearly died from it. But fate stepped in and I was able to get some money from helping some people out. That solved the bitter cold issue as well. As for the getting old part... Hm... not sure about that one. I am 16. I always am 16. I don't know why.

I try not to think about it. I know I can get hurt, I can bleed, and I certainly can die. Not that I've tested that last part but I don't think I could survive without food and water. I don't actually care to test it. But what I do know is that I'm not weak anymore.

And that's pretty awesome!


Powers:
Albel's powers are based on magic. He obtained his powers from a book that faded into his soul and transformed his insides to be able to cast spells. But the thing is, his spells are more offensive than defensive. The powers reflect his desire to fight back instead of just taking the hits. His powers manifest through magical bolts that can be activated through his hands to attack his enemies. When he is in an intense emotional state, he can sustain a cone of magical energy to attack his enemy. Though this can eat up his stamina real quick. The other effect of his power is that he also has fighting skills in hand to hand combat. Kind of like martial arts. He also has the ability to fly.

Power Grid:
STR: 2
SPD: 3
END: 3
INT: 3
EP: 5
FS: 4

Power Grid colours: Black and Red.

Character Image:
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Roleplay Sample:
"What do you mean you're out of strawberry cream chocolate?!" asked Albel in obvious disbelief.

The shopkeeper could only shrug his shoulders and offer a pitiful excuse: they sold out and they were not getting anymore until next week. That made Albel fume. He was craving that particular type of chocolate. It's his favourite. But alas, the fates were against him.

"Maybe if I really wish it hard in my head, it will appear infront of me!" Albel exclaimed, wanting to see if he could use his power to conjure chocolate!

The shopkeeper looked puzzled, his hand reaching underneath the counter, just in case he was talking to a nutcase. He watched as Albel frowned and concentrated hard.

Nothing.

"Dissapointment!" Albel sighed, vanquished. "It would've been such a cool thing, mister. You wouldn't have believed your eyes." Albel paused as he looked at the shelves filled with chocolate behind the shopkeeper. "It's so lame. I could make puree out of all of that with just a flick of my hand and yet... I can't make strawberry cream chocolate! Why? WHY?!"

Albel buried his head in his hands on the counter. You'd think he was throwing a tantrum or something. The shopkeeper laughed with unease as his finger was close to pressing on the 'security alert' button. But at the last moment, he stopped as he noticed Albel standing up straight again.

"Oh well then, I'll have the white chocolate bar!" The boy grinned as he placed his money on the counter.

The shopkeeper smiled back, feeling a bit more comfortable now, as he took the money and gave Albel the chocolate.

"Now, give me all your money," Albel said with a dead serious face.

The shopkeeper gasped.

"Just kidding!" Albel grinned, followed by some giggles as he unwrap his chocolate bar and munched on it on his way out of the store.

The shopkeeper's eyes rolled as he fell to the floor, exhausted by the stress the boy had caused him.

The last time Albel came into the store, half of it got destroyed due to the lack of strawberry cream chocolate. The shopkeeper had been too scared to put a complaint in to the police. But today, the boy was fine, joyful.

"What a strange little boy," the shopkeeper mumbled to himself as he used his hand to vent his face.

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