Xytun
Username: Xytun
Foundation Points: 29,480
Foundation Title: --
BACKGROUND
He couldn’t disappear. It was impossible.
James, beat down by the rough edges of the human world, was on the brink of suicide, desperate for the savory nothingness of death. Surely, whatever pain arose after death could not outweigh the torment he has suffered in his mortal years. Alas, attempt after attempt, coincidence prevented him from ever being successful in departing. He had literally lost an arm and a leg in the turmoil. He hated everyone and everything.
And he was perfect fitting for a demon.
Madness had been long imbued into him, but a newfound, deranged and distorted new sort of insanity overtook him, and it was out of control. James recklessly mutilated himself, spilling his blood, slash after slash, scream after scream, laugh after laugh. Demonic stars made of cut marks covered his body. His muscles were weak and his eyesight dim. Each of the toes on his one last foot had been cut clean off. He closed his eyes and fell unconscious, but still, despite a tremendous effort, didn’t achieve his goal of satisfying death.
Babilis had claimed him.
What was left of his tortured spirit fell from his body, away from the world he had loathed. A new body made from the raging fires of hell were made to contain his essence. Rage surges within Xytun, the demon made from the most evil pieces of humankind that had resided within James. All feeling albeit bloodlust had been lost, withered away by the perpetual torture. These feelings were not likely to ever return to his soul.
Now, with newfound power, and a painstakingly burning form, a new ambition arose to his demented mind. He was going to make the humans, no, everyone, pay. He vowed to make the living suffer; human, beastman, and demon alike. Though his new purpose was a sinister one, at least now he had a purpose, and a place to direct his everburning hatred towards: all of the living world.