Xela-The-Conqueror

Name: Basil. Gender: Male. Appearance: Basil is tall and gaunt, incredibly thin. Most of his body is covered in scars, and he is very pale. He has short black hair and dark brown eyes that have no light in them. He typically wears robes of some sort, making sure to cover his scars. Soul Type: Enlightenment. Homeland: Rondon. Affiliation: None. Likes: Rosalia, Studying Magic, and Travelling. Dislikes: Dark Priests, Pain, and His Broken Body. Equipment: A dagger. Robes. A skin bible of Gro-goroth. Affinity: Gro-goroth: 1. Spells: Necromancy. Rot. Bio: Basil grew up in the 1600s in an orphanage run by a particularly cruel dark priest. During this time, his affinity for magic was noted and he was selected to study it in hopes of becoming a dark priest in the future. However, his life was far from easy. The training was harsh, even by dark priest standards, and his mentor attempted to beata any sense of empathy out of him. This would have worked, if Basil hadn't grown close

Real Name: He Whose Name Sounds Like Corpse Thief But Is Not. Goes by: Baylor. Description: “Baylor” is 6’5”, has very pale skin, has black hair, has red eyes, and has 100 milky white vestigial eyes on his upper back. Personality: He Whose Name Sounds Like Corpse Thief But Is Not is unfailingly polite and respectful. He also gives off a sense of wrongness to anyone who can sense supernatural things. “Baylor” is a tormented demigod who has only ever known sorrow, but he remains a good person all the same. He is conflicted between wanting to die so the world can be free of another monster and wanting to live so he can stand against the very shadows that created him. He secretly wants a worthy opponent, whether that be a friend or an enemy. Backstory: He Whose Name Sounds Like Corpse Thief But Is Not is the child of one of the Old Gods, or at least one of their most powerful servants, but he fights against his dark nature. His grandfather was desperate, completely, and pimped out his

Class VII, Josuke, and Okuyasu made their way through the dark school. Josuke lit the path ahead with a flashlight. The members of Class VII had their weapons at the ready, and they hoped that Josuke and Okuyasu had some way of fighting if they were attacked. "That's a really nice sword," a voice came to their ears that made the people nearly jump from shock. They turned to see a boy with black hair and orange eyes behind them. He wore a school uniform. His finger was pointed at Rean's tachi. "Oh, thanks," Rean said. "But what is a kid like you doing here at this hour?" "I was a student here," the boy stated. "You can call me Hanako-kun." "That doesn't explain why you're here to late at night." A sigh escaped Rean's mouth. "What should we do with him?" Alisa wondered. "We can't just leave him here when there might be a ghost around." "I'm not really afraid of ghosts," Hanako replied. "Even so, we should go back and bring him home. We can come back to the school after that,"