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Character Name:
Zegram Ungeist
Nicknames:
N/A
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Asexual
Race:
Demon (Shadow Demon)
Age:
28
Birthdate:  13th April Age 1,262








Likes:
 Suffering: Zegram revels in the suffering of others. It doesn't even need to be the physical suffering, though that is the most delicious kind. Breaking someone's mind and spirit is just as delicious, though takes a bit more effort. 

Puns: It doesn't matter if he is in the matter of a heated battle, or in disguise in "pleasant" company, he can't help himself but make a pun whenever the opportunity presents itself. The more the person agonizes from it, the more he will attempt to make the puns, no matter how forced they are. 

Calm Environments: He likes to enjoy places where he can sit and think. No loud noises, no irritations. Just him, and his thoughts. 

Classical Music: The music that can inspire various emotions and reactions form anyone listening to it. It can been soft and soothing, or big and bombastic. It is all done in perfect order. 

Coffee: He just can't wake up without it. 

Dislikes:
His True Form: All of Zegram's siblings had physical forms that were to be envious of for one reason or another. Zegram however was teased, and bullied by his siblings for his own simple, and weak appearance. He will make them pay.

Dogs: There is no breed of dogs that are agreeable to him. The small dogs are loud, annoying, and not even good enough for a snack, and the big ones are energetic, messing, and can be just as loud.

His siblings: Most of his siblings were a bunch of brutes and cutthroats. The latter is not untrue for himself, but it is hard to like your family when they are always trying to stab you in the back, or send you threw a wall. In the end they are competition. 

Being Used: Even if everyone just uses others for their own ends, Zegram hates it when he is made a tool for others. A partnership is one thing, a tool is something all together different 

Strengths:
Cunning: Zegram is smart, and tries to make his plan as efficient as possible, and always able to cover his own escape. He knows never to poke the bear unless it will get him something.
 
Weaknesses:
Trust Issues: Zegram will not allow himself to trust anyone. He had been stabbed in the back too many times. 

Vices: 
Power: To him power was the one thing that demons truly respected. If he can show dominance over other demons, they will either not mess with him, or follow his commands. Both sound good to him. 

Sadistic: If Zegram is in a position of power over someone else. Either in combat, or in a more social environment, his sadistic side shows through, mostly in combat situations. 

Drinking: Zegram is also very fond of alcohol. He prefers higher class drinks, but will drink anything as long as enough of it will forget his worries. 

Zegram is a man of many faces. For each one that he puts on, he can construct a different personality to go with it, so it is hard for anyone to really pin down his personality, unless Zegram wants to show it. He can be a grumpy old man that thinks society was better back in his day, or a middle ages office worker just wanting to make ends meet, he can even make other's believe he is a stary eyed child wanting to make the world a better place. 

While in his, preferred, human form, Zegram is a very classy and mild mannered man. He likes to sit down and write while listening to classical music, and drink a nice hot cup of coffee. He likes to keep to himself, but he is never one to turn down a conversation or even debate his views. He is gentlemanly, though not flirtatious, almost a nearly perfect middle of the road kind of guy. That isn't to say that he doesn't have a more mischievous side. He uses his sarcasm, snide comments, and maybe just a hint of slight of hand to fuel any growing hostilities just to see the shit show that comes from it.  

Zegram's true personality is that of a manic demon of destruction just wanting to see the world burn around him, and those that care for each other tear each other asunder to survive. He can be seen as wild, but to him it is all calculated. When it is time to fight, he will taunt and tease his victims, and when he gets the upper hand, he can be down right savage. He likes to takes his time, and cause as much pain and damage as he can. The one thing he will never do, if he can help it, is reveal his true form. To him it a form of weakness, something that he cannot show to anyone. Though he relishes in the suffering and destruction of others, he does not seek solely that. He seeks his a peace and order born from his own hands that he can control himself. 




Height: 5'10"
Weight:
160 lbs
Hair Color:
Green
Eye Color:
Yellow
Face Claim Name:
Hazama/Yuuki Terumi
Face Claim Origin:
BlazBlue


Zegram's true form is one that doesn't seem truly fit for combat, but is no doubt still truly terrifying to behold if anyone has the displeasure of seeing it He stands at five foot ten inches tall. His skin is as black as the abyss of space, and in a dark room, no one would have known that he was even there. Zegram is unnaturally thin some demons confusing him for a shadow. It is only when is awake can one see any kind of features at all with him. His black body will glow an eerie green with his ki. His single, left, eye a mere green light on his head. His smile is chilling and wide glowing with red light. His body is also emits a smoke like effect around his body slightly hiding his form.

Zegram doesn't like anyone to know his true form, so he had perused shape-shifting to hide it, so no one could use it against him. While these form change drastically upon a situation, he has one that he prefers while he is on earth. His human form the same height as his true form, and still very lean, but well within what would be common for humans. His hair was green, and his eyes yellow. He usually wore a smug smile that would make used care sales men cringe. He wears a white dress shirt over his pale skin, and a black suit jacket over that with a nice tie. Black dress pants, and a black fedora on top of his head, and black steel toed boots at his feet. 

He is willing to change his appearance to anything that is required to fit his current objective. He is not above appearing as a poor lost child crying for his mommy and daddy, or change his form into a very appealing young woman looking to have some fun. It all depended on the target. He could also turn himself into various different animals as well. Usually he would incorporate the emerald green color of his ki into the design somehow. Even if he has to be a bit creative to do it, and make it believable, or not just to screw with people. 






Family: 
Father: Solador Ungeist
Mother: Xillia Ungeist
Siblings of Note: Derathor, Killia, Slane, Veirna

Home world:
Makai
Starting planet:
Earth
Home Town: Satan City

Zegram Ungeist was born on the demon world of Makai. The planet of demons was a place of chaos even during the most peaceful of times in the universe, so there was no shortage of strife, struggle, strength, and sabotage. Zegram's father was a minor lord among the demon kind. Strong in comparison to many, but by no means a name known by the demons. In Zegram's family, power was everything. You either got the best of everything, and trampled all in your way, or you stayed out of the way and picked through the scraps left behind. It was a life full of struggle, but to Solador, it was trial by fire. If their children couldn't survive the family, then they couldn't even hope to make it alone. Solador and Xillia were not picky about who was in the family. They would often adopt demons with potential accepting them as much as their blood children. With four blood relatives of notable strength, and many other adopted siblings of varying strength Zegram had a lot of competition.

Zegram was the youngest born to the Ungeist name, and by far the weakest. His father never gave him much attention, thinking that he would be killed by any of his numerous siblings, and that would be natural selection at work. Though a combination of cunning, a bit of strength, and sheer determination, Zegram managed to survive and grow, though still not nearly as strong compared to his blood siblings. Derethor was the oldest, and strongest. No doubt set to be the next head of the family if anything happened to their parents. Him, his brother Slane, and sisters Killia, and Veirna would toy, and use Zegram for their own ends thinking he could never be a threat himself. Still every task he completed for them made him stronger, every beating he took he was tougher. The more he ran and hid, the faster and smarter he became. 

One day he fell into a trap that could have cost him everything. His blood siblings brought him out away from the compound to a secluded cliff. Zegram was not naive enough to fully trust them. He was wary of any attacks they might pull, but was curios to see what they had in store for him. A sphere of energy encased the young demon and nothing that Zegram could do was going to get him free. He didn't even know what kind of technique or technology this was. With a cocky wave good bye, Derathor sent his youngest full brother into the depths of space. With any luck to burn in a star or just freeze in the vacuum. 

When Zegram came too, he was in a field of green grass under a blue sky. He checked his body and couldn't believe that he was alive. This was not a time to celebrate through. He had to figure out where he was, and what his siblings did, and get back to Makai. He would remember his mother's lessons in shape shifting and transform into a small bird. Something that he can move freely with. He would fly to the closest human city and slowly start to learn the customs and rules of human society. He would even practice his own human form until he had just the right he liked. Now it was time to gather his strength, and strike back against his so called family. 






Demon's Soul:

The nature of a Demon can vary, just as it does with any other race. And their nature can also cause their powers to manifest in a slightly different manner. In the case of a Demon with good intentions, they become faster; whereas a Demon with evil in their heart will become more powerful.

[Add x1 to Transformations dependent on Alignment. Good = +x1 Speed, Evil = +x1 Power

Example on Final Transformation:

Good: x74/x75 - Evil: x75/x74]

Demonic Shapeshifting:

While Shape shifting is a power most races have to train for years to master, demons - Especially those residing in Makai, are naturally gifted in this field of trickery. More than just a natural gift, those with this racial are granted a free evasion Technique that can use 70% of one's power level in exchange for taking 80 points of Ki once mastered!

[See Canon Techniques List for more info]

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Keira stood upon one of her giant, purple, reiatsu generated hands, craning her neck up to the large tower behind the asylum she called a laboratory. The tower stood over thirty feet above the roof of the asylum. With the patch work frame holding the large dish structure on top. The dish was pointed in the direction of the moon. There was no particular reason for this, she just wanted to test the rift generator in a space least likely to cause noticeable damage to herself, her lab, or the town itself. After hours of thinking where to open the first rift, why not in the place that has the most available open space, the sky! Sure there were planes, and what not that could be affected, but they were acceptable losses.



Keira stood tall despite her short, thin, frame swelling with pride. One could say that she was glowing a bit brighter from it. She didn't care. It was almost time. She moved her hand up the asylum walls, and over the roof to inspect the structure one more time. Her critical, bright, pink eyes scanned the structure from top to bottom pushing on the supports slightly to make sure they were sturdy. The thing didn't budge. Good. With a final nod, she returned to her place in the front of the asylum. With the large, dry, fountain at her back, and the flimsy, iron, gate beyond that, she was sure that she was alone. She didn't want this to damage the town, that would just bring trouble.



She held two cables in each hand. Once she put them together, the rift should open. She was almost drooling at the prospects that lay beyond their own world. She had been visited by many spiritual beings throughout her career. Shinigami, the so called, protectors of peace. Feral, and most importantly hungry, hollows wanting to devour her, and many other types drawn to her for one reason or another. She had data on them all, but none of it was close to completion. Mod Souls were few and far between to properly experiment on. Any race of hellish origins were just as rare, if not more so. Even shinigami just came one at a time. If she studied their hives, maybe she could gain further insight on them.



Keira shook her head, strands of long, pink, hair falling in front of her eyes. Now wasn't the time for day dreaming. Now was the time for action! She slammed the two cords together, which sparked and crackled with electricity. The whining of power increasing, and the grinding of gears turning were music to her ears. The dish started to glow a ghostly, green, glow in the night. As time ticked by, more power was gathered. She kept track of everything on a little laptop beside her. Everything needed to be carefully monitored. One wrong move, and she might just open a black whole dooming the entire world. She figured there was only a ten percent chance of that.



After three minutes, the generator was fully charged, and a beam of green energy was shot out to the sky. The beam stopped a couple hundred feet above her head. Keira had to move back farther to clearly see what was happening. The black rift, in the center of the green vortex, was only a small thing at first. Only the size of a marble. Well that just won't do. No sir. She increased the power output getting it to increase in size yet again. Now the whole was big enough to fit maybe an arm through. Still not enough. More and more power was given to the machine. The whole would only grow a little at a time. More power, need more power! With a press of a satisfyingly large, red button, she tapped into the city's power grid for more energy. Who would get fussed over a little black out? Now she was getting somewhere.



The rift was now able to fit her easily, with room to spare. Yes! She did it! She cheer like she never could since her childhood. She was finally getting somewhere. But now the biggest question was emerging from her every working mind. Was it now time to test the rift itself? That was the hardest thing to test now. How would she do it? She always could try going through herself, but that was her last resort. She wondered if pushing someone through with a cord would work. Possible, and maybe a funny story for her if successful or not. Keep mental note. She giggled softly quickly composing herself despite no one being around. She wasn't done yet.



A series of beeps from her computer, made the small woman jump slightly looking down. Her eyes widened when the display showed that the power output was growing unstable. "No,no,no,no!" She muttered trying to regulate the flow, and increase powers to the stabilizers. "It was going so good. Why now!?" Unable to fully stabilize the rift, it wobbled, and shifted, like a mirage in the middle of a desert. All the proud scientist could do was watch it shrink back into itself and collapse. Keira covered her ears for some kind of energy discharge, but there was nothing. After a few seconds, she moved her hands from her ears with a sigh.



Sparks started flying from the power generators and several loud bangs could be heard. Luckily nothing exploded on her, but things were going wrong. Sparks flew from the structure and more bangs followed. A small explosion lit up the top of the structure leaving smoke to billow into the darkness of the night sky. The strain was too much for the city's grid as well. The entire town was plunged into darkness. Several pinpricks of light could be seen as transformers blew, and maybe a power plant or two was going haywire. "oops." was the only thing she said. Well if her experiment didn't alert everyone with any energy sense or working eye balls, the black out would have. Now wasn't the time to dismantle and ponder date. Now was the time to be alert, and on the defensive.





Password: Sword of Hope