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NAME | daibous
ALIAS | n/a
HEIGHT | eight feet eleven inches [9ft 11in / usually stands on hind-legs]
WEIGHT | three-hundred fifty-seven pounds [457lbs]
BLOODTYPE | o positive
BASE FORM | vasto lorde

APPARENT AGE | you can tell the age of a beast?
REAL AGE | two-hundred fifty-three years [253yrs]
RESIDENCE | las noches
LOCATION | hueco mundo
ALIGNMENT | himself
DIFFICULTY | hard

BEHAVIOR | Gluttonous. This word easily describes the ghoulish image of Baaltazar, which was that of some gruesome ghostly spectre with a sadistic outlook on life. He lives to torment and inflict suffering on anyone he can, and pridefully boasts of his powers. He is very melancholy in his misery, mostly speechless except when something's funny. Baaltazar loves a good laugh and can quickly go hysterical, but his demeanor in battle reflects a different aspect of his personality.

Battle isn't something Baaltazar willingly takes part in; he prefers taking stragglers and making their last moments living hell before giving them his mercy. He prefers fighting with dirty tricks, often using himself as a distraction or taking advantage of distractions in turn. All he wants to do is rip out something's soul and slowly break it, awed at the sight of suffering innocence. Why, it is the only thing he lives to do, besides enjoying life.

Part of the reason he wants so many souls is because of his hunger; Baaltazar is only an adjuchas and suffers from an insatiable hunger. The hunger compels him to view everything as a potential meal, though he shows some restraint in that aspect. If you aren't an ally, you are a supper waiting to be hooked, and Baaltazar is something of an expert in hooking. The chains comprising his body are also something he takes great pride in gloating about, while he drags victims back to him and his soul-snaring lantern.

APPEARANCE | Baaltazar is an incredibly tall adjuchas, reaching close to ten feet in height. His body is incredibly slender and lithe, giving him an unsettling predisposition. Torrquemanda doesn't actually have a head; what is shown is a projection of what would have been his mask. Baaltazar is a headless revenant with a spectral disembodied voice, raspy and wicked. What little of his body remains is obscured by a fine cloth cloak. Many chains wrap around his body, criss-crossed over his chest and intertwining with his hook-scythe and lantern. There seems to be an endless expanse of chain to pull on, making its reach near indefinite.

A mint green tinge of reiatsu perpetuates his form, slightly luminescent and the lantern as well glows a very similar hue. The lantern is a peculiar piece, as it is often seen siphoning the souls of the dead instead of him ingesting them. Sometimes the lamp burns savagely and a wailing can be heard, which Baaltazar finds hysterical. The color of his skin is the same as his reiatsu, and oddly reminiscent of the egyptian god of death Osiris. Chains draw out from two skull furnaces at either side of his waist, fel fire burning brightly as more chain is pulled.

LAUGHTER IN THE NIGHT

In life, Baaltazar Torrquemanda was a lord's justice, and as such it was his duty to carry out any and all executions. This employment forced him to kill many men in cruel and demented ways, often at the lord's behest. The lord was a vile and cunning man, who condemned many to suffer ironic fates. It was the last straw when a fool made a bad jape about the lord and upset him. Many had taken to laughing, but none so loud as the fool. At the lord's command, Baaltazar was summoned to kill him through laughter. Torrquemanda took the man and had intended to take him somewhere privately, but the lord bid him do it in front of his audience. So Baaltazar obeyed, and had the man secured. With a feather he tickled the man incessantly, 'til he cried for him to stop and begged death of him. But the lord would have none of it, and so they watched as the fool die miserably after so much laughter. It wasn't until dawn the morning after that he finally passed from the ordeal. From then on, the lord had been ever so awry, and when they engineered their own guillotine, he thought it fit that the old executioner be executed by the new, and so Baaltazar lost his head. Quite literally.

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