Well, here we go. My character presented to you all, for great justice!
Forevergrey
Aka: Lt. Paul Jasper
Height: 5’8
Weight: 60 kilograms
Eyes: Grey
Hair: Black
Race: Demon (Former human)
Appearance: Thin, with piercing grey eyes, and black hair slicked back and cut to length at the nape of the neck, Forevergrey is typically dressed in a black business suit with a dark red undershirt and thin black tie. Typically his grey eyes, from where he earned the nickname he uses instead of the demonic name he was given are hidden under thin rimmed black sunglasses.
Equipment: Sig p288 handgun, SLR 7.62mm rifle, a small mobile phone and a pocket laptop.
Personnel: A platoon, hand picked by Forevergrey for not just strength and experience, but obedience and intelligence, characteristics usually lost in the conversion process. Platoon strength stands at 40 Demonic humans, 6 Demonic snipers, 4 Shadow-Kahn and 2 Rad troop bodyguards.
Forevergrey is not impressively tall and is abnormally thin. This immediately sets him apart, as normally demons take a size and form more fitting of their power. A former human, twisted and reshaped into demon form by Fal’Ki himself, he serves his master in the A.F.L as a platoon commander, the same role he filled out before his death as a human.
Forevergrey was not particularly stable when he was known as Paul Jasper. Underlying motivations, desires and emotions were suppressed with drive and ambition. The conversion process brought those latent issues to the surface, and left him bitter, cynical and sardonic. Despite this, he still maintains a veneer of calm and control under which lies his true unempathic nature.
He does not regard himself as evil, nor see himself as a demon, to which he takes offence at being called. He, as far as he is concerned is just a normal person with more-that-normal abilities working in extraordinary circumstances. Despite how he views himself, do-gooders, warriors of ‘light’, ect find him abhorrent, having slain both innocents (Not without reason, civilian casualties are inevitable) and tortured his enemies (Fuck ‘em. I needed the information)
Background: Earth itself is a world existing in a dimension ruled almost entirely by science, its deities find the world to be boring and unexciting in its mono-race culture and lack of magic, rarely paying attention to the masses that pray to them. Other entities find the world lackluster as well; the few times Earth is graced with their presence tabloids press another tale of the barely believable paranormal.
But the bloody deaths of over 1000 people will occasionally get noticed. A small horde of A.F.L felt the slight disturbance in the realm they were passing through, caused by the waves of spiritual trauma from the bloodshed and slaughter of innocents. Away they sped. To Earth, to feast.
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“Bumpy ride, eh?”
“Yes sir”
Lt. Jasper sat in the back of the APC as it carved a swathe through the jungle. The humidity caused sweat to form under the Kevlar helmet perched on his head. The radio crackled to life and barked out a few orders into Jasper’s headset.
“Alright diggers, here’s the deal, we’ve been scrambled along with some other units to an area inside the red zone. The yanks spotted something with their recon flight and it looks pretty nasty, looks like the rebels had lined up a whole village and shot em at a mass gravesite. Remember, we’re working on the U.N payroll, don’t shoot unless fired upon, we’re to try and detain them until back up arrives. Personally I don’t think that’s going to happen. Be ready, if you hear a shot, even if they raise their weapons, start brassing them up, understood?”
“Yes sir!” came the shouted reply from his men. Jasper knew in the other three APC’s his NCOs were giving similar speeches to the men. As they reached the deployment zone, Jasper gripped his Styer and screamed out “Go! Go! Go!” as the back dropped out of the APC and his men scrambled out. Racing out himself, Jasper ran around to the front of the APC... and stopped still.
Neat lines of corpse, men women and children were arranged in front of a huge pit. That, Jasper had expected. What he had not expected were the scattered and strewn about body parts of South American guerrillas. What he had not expected were giant horned monstrosities, toothy parodies of mankind feasting on those blood-drenched, mutilated remains.
They turned and charged at his men. Jasper began to shout out an order but there was no need. A torrent of fire erupted from both his men and the 50.cal guns on the APC. The creatures began to fall, the hail of lead cracking then punching through the armor like hides of the beasts but their numbers were too great, surging forward, they began to rip men apart. Those with enough presence of mind scrambled back into the APCs, whose machine guns were able to better dispatch the demons.
Jasper blew a charging demon to gory shreds, empting out his clip and began to run to the nearest APC when a claw came out of nowhere, slashing at his leg and cutting deep. Jasper cried out in pain as he collapsed, twisting as he landed heavily on the ground, and fired his grenade launcher attachment into the demon as it pounced on him. The 40mm grenade punched a hole through the creature’s chest and lodged itself inside the demon, not exploding due to the distance. The demon screeched and collapsed upon him, black ichor pouring out over him. As Jasper began to pass out, he heard the roar of the APC’s as they sped away, the roar of 50.cal machineguns fading in the distance.
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“Wake up, little mortal”
“mmphza…wha?”
“I’m rather impressed, sacrificing yourself to save your men”
“Hazza… FUCK!”
Jasper took in his situation. A huge, towering creature of armored muscle stood over him. His leg pulsed as his blood still ran out. Jasper was pretty certain he was stuffed.
“Who the hell are you?”
“I am Fal’Ki. I have lost a surprising number of soldiers on what I was told would just be a simple feeding, thanks to you”
“You give me… too much credit”
“Really?”
The brief conversation was time enough for slip a magazine into his Styer. Quickly cocking it, then aiming upwards, he burnt off the entire clip at the immense figure, screaming defiance. After the roar of the gunfire, and the final tinkling of the brass casing, a single drop of ichor fell on Jaspers forehead. The figure laughed heartily, then knelt down and placed an enormous hand on Jaspers face, smothering his entire head.
“You will do well”
Cold blades of steel carved through Jasper’s mind, and he was Jasper no more.
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