Species: Daemos
Age: 192 yrs old – slightly over 18 in daemos terms.
Sex: Male
Height: 6’
Hair: Shaggy black with dark blue low lights, thick, a little shaggy, not long
Eyes: Black with a starburst of electric blue for pupils. No whites showing.
Attire: Bright silver collar very tight around his neck, it glows & burns when the Master summons or punishes him. Wears black leather pants, chain mail over a black leather tunic, designed so his wings are unfettered.
Description: His wings are black. His skin is blue. He has dark blue, purple-ish scars crisscrossing his entire body from being whipped. He is long and lean, very young in appearance, sharp almost gaunt features, sharp cheek bones, sharp chin. Full lips. Short black horns, black sharp claws with a single smeared line of blue down the center of each nail. Black and electric blue scales down his spine alone his jutting spine ridges. Long jagged scar down his left cheek, from cheek bone to jawline that is pure white. He is lean yet ripped, more a honed down whipcord strength. Honed like a blade over ages of war and slavery.
“The Daemos and DownCast gathered under the command of their leader, Shatter, a blue and black demon, the most feared in the Verge, the one who served the Darkness and fought to escape to the Mortal Realm of Earth for his Master. Mordecai could see him, his black wings curled around him, his eyes dark in a sharp face, as he stood at the head of his army, waiting with a patience that could only be born and shaped by war.” – Angel’s Gate
“They beat him to his knees and he looked up into the bright pupiled black eyes of the Daemos Shatter. They’d crossed swords before, but this time it would not end in a draw. The demon’s pale blue skin was stained with the red of angels blood. It was splashed like war paint across his face and his sword ran wet with it.” – Angel’s Gate
“She opened her eyes slowly and looked up at him. He was tall, not as tall as her angels, but he was tall, with a sharp honed body that spoke of hard strength, marred with scars she somehow knew he’d won. His face was sharp, chin, cheekbones, angular with a surprisingly attractive mouth. It was a strangely young face. But what struck her most though were the eyes. They were black, black all around, no whites, with the brightest starburst of blue for pupils. The wings that rose up from behind his shoulders were black, thin delicate membranes stretched over a frame work of slender bones. These lifted up and back and in the next instant vanished completely behind his back. Those oddly colored eyes scanned her from head to toe as she lay still on her side, body shaking as the phobia subsided, leaving her weak and nearly giddy in relief.” – Angel’s Gate
“He faced the Angel, a young Daemos with black wings and pale blue skin. His pupils, a starburst of vivid deep blue, glowed, his sword resting easily in hand. He was a creature born of war, suckled on the horrors of death and blood. Honed and sharpened by battle, by ages locked in a desperate act of survival. He faced the Angel unafraid of death. He would have in fact welcomed it. There was only one thing he feared and it was not this Angel. He had killed hundreds of Powers and this angel could not compare to the brutal savagery of those Dark Guardians. He trusted his skills and could not turn away from his duty, the collar around his neck made sure of that.” – Guardian Angel
“He held him for a moment, letting his eyes trace the lines of that sharp face. In repose he could see the child, somewhere beneath the sharp high cheekbones and pointing chin. It was there in the soft, full lips, the fan of black lashes. A child buried beneath the harsh, sharp edges of the weapon he had been raised to be.” – Guardian Angel
“Beneath the moonlight she could see the daemos walking towards them. He was long and lean, his skin strangely blue, his wings still stretched out, black and wicked. His eyes were dark, yet somehow glowed, a bright, hot blue. The face was thin and sharp with a jagged scar bright white from cheek bone to jaw. She knew him. She had seen him, fought with him, killed him once before in the Verge.” – Guardian Angel
Scars & Markings:
- He has dark blue, purple-ish scars crisscrossing his entire body from being whipped. He has scars EVERYWHERE. Small ones, large ones. Ranging in color from dark purple, pale blue and white. They are on his face, chest, back, sides, everywhere.
- Long jagged scar down his left cheek, from cheek bone to jawline that is pure white.
- He is scarred under and around the collar he wears.
Misc:
- He is left handed.
- Sharp fangs and sharp looking teeth.
- He was born after the Fall. He is still young, his aging stopped by the Master’s collar around his neck. He has not reached full maturity so he cannot Shift or use Glamour.
- Shatter is the leader of the Daemos in the Verge.
- Though naturally he is gentle and kind, he is a ruthless and highly skilled warrior.
- The Master chose him because he was so skilled in battle.
- He was born into war, abandoned and forced to fight from his earliest memories.
- When the Master first enslaved him it was with the promise that he would eventually be freed to earth.
- The collar prevents him from taking his own life and when he is seriously wounded it flashes him back to the Master to be healed.
- He was abandoned by his mother as an infant and found and raised almost feral by SE in the Verge. He was forced to kill and fight for his survival.
- He smells like wild forests and stormy skies.
Meet Shatter along with other Forgotten in “Angel’s Gate” available now.
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