Creator: Karim Decaerto
Name: Ryan Chaos
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Height/Weight: 6'2"/170 lbs.
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Real Name: Ryan Chaos
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Race: Daemon
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Age: Post-mortal.
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Style: Street boxing, and clever usage of anything that can be lifted.
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From: Hell.
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Weapon: His serrated dagger.
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Theme: "Please" by Nine Inch Nails
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Description: The deep red hue of his skin is only surpassed by the texture, which to the touch allows one to recall the feeling of Samsonite luggage--alligator skin refined and stitched together in the latest fashion. Whilst his hair runs awry across his scalp, he still manages a piercing stare from eyes refreshingly devoid of such extraneous pupils. His signature priest`s habit is just two sizes too large, flowing across the floor as if to almost have a certain disregard towards the personal space of those who might be unfortunate enough to be standing near him. With a sly smirk and cocked eyebrow, it`s almost as if he knows just what you do behind closed doors.
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Attitude: Ryan is Chaotic, obviously. Having ressurected from the bowels of hell, he chooses to wreak havoc for no more reason than an obsessive compulsive has for washing his hands that second time--just to make sure.
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Strengths: Chaos is unhumanly fast, his features blurring out of existance when he puts forth the effort.
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Weaknesses: Ryan`s godly speed is also his mortal coil. While he can reach any non-light speed he cares to, his speed, in addition to the duration of it at heightened velocities, are directly correlated to the intensity and length of his sessions of vertigo there after.
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Finishing Move: Removing his dagger from his cloak, he impales his opponent with one trust and licks the blade clean as they fall to the floor.
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Origin: Ryan was the creation of a bored business man with the inner plight of repressed angst growing inside him, allowed to evolve in the petri dish of his otherwise barren personality. Soon creating its own being, the images became shadows, and those became figures, and the figures eventually destroyed the pathetic shell that once was, inhabiting and domineering his mind with child-like ease. Out to destroy the world "just to see what turns up", the repression of his former self soon began to regain control, causing him to ultimately destroy himself, instead. The image before you, this is what turned up.
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