Ezikel Knight

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Ezikel Knight

Full Name: Ezikel Knight
Preferred Name or Nickname: Zeke
Original/Canon: Original
Age: 2068
Date of Birth: June 85 BC
Main Character Classification: Demon
Character Type: Black Eyed Demon
Power(s): Enhanced strength, reflexes and stamina, superhuman speed, telekinesis
Sexuality: Gay
Side: Evil
Hometown: Hell
Current Residence: Earth




Eye Color:His meat suit has blue
Hair Color:Meat suit has dark brown
Height:6’3
Body Type: muscular
Distinguishing Marks:N/A
Tattoos and Piercings:N/A
Vehicle (if you wish):

Personal Style (write a short paragraph): Usually wearing a suit. Prada. Shined shoes. On off days might be caught in skinny jeans and a v-neck, but he has a taste for men, so can you blame him? But mostly just the suit, he doesn’t have much down time lately. Busy. People to main, and people to kill.






Likes (3 at least):fancy clothes, young men around 19-21, the color red, cupcakes
Dislikes (3 at least):hunters, salt, holy water, being stabbed, ruined clothes, crying babies.
Strengths (3 at least):strong willed, quick witted, deception , honest face
Weaknesses (3 at least):chocolate, prideful, salt, holy water, devils traps, vain
Fears:being locked in a room full of devils traps with screaming babies
Biggest Secret(s):He will have is fun now that he is out of the pit.

Personality (write a decent paragraph): Ezikel is always looking out for number one. He doesn’t work well with others, and he likes to have his fun. Blood, torture, sex. The works. He is more attached to his meat suit than most, for the simple fact that since he is wearing him, just like the suits he wears, he wants to look good. But hes good at what he does. Being very prideful, its hard for him not to take on any task. Big or small. His wits help him, get out of even the most stickiest of situations, while his deception keeps him alive.





Family and Friends: It’s been so long they no longer have faces or names.
Alistair- Mentor


Enemies and Rivals: Every Hunter that exists.

History:
There isn’t a time that he can remember from when he was alive, from when he was human. There is only the time that he spent in hell, the time that they spent molding him into the perfect demon. It was only once. One time of being taken off the rack to be tortured, cut into, and then when the offer came for him to do it to others, in his place, he jumped at the opportunity. There was no going back for him. He was working on the table. Hour after hour, minute after minute, spent cutting into others. Blood of the guilty on his hands, and the worst part was that he absolutely loved it.
He worked harder to get better, and better. Alistair took a real shine to him. They got along great, and they would spend some time down in the pit, just talking about the different ways to inflict the most amount of pain for the least amount of work. It was like he was born to do this. Ezikel smiled as he started to offer those on the rack the opportunity to take the knife from him. It was like any other job. But it was fun. To see that spark of interest, the lust for the kill in which they sold the last of their humanity.
Before long Ezikel was going topside, spending little to no time getting used to life above ground. It was then that he found his meat suit, young Timothy Jackson. He was the all American jock. Nice kid. Helped out with the special needs children at school, and was starting line on the football team. That was well, until Ezikel took over him. After that it was a drop in the grades, loss of the friends, quit football, and barely graduated.

Ezikel liked the kid enough to eat and drink regularly. He didn’t want this suit to run out of power, and he slept most nights for a while. That was until he got bored. Then he started with the blood and gore again. He had the kid while his parents were at work, slit his brothers and sisters throats. Then he pulled a chair over, and sat in it until mom and dad got home. He then tied them up, and cut into them, slowly. Digging the knife in slowly, tearing into the flesh, and the muscle.
Once he was done carving up the family members, Ezikel let the kid back in charge for a little bit. All Timothy did was cry and cry. Once Ezikel took charge of the body again, He cracked his neck, looked at the mess he created, smiled, and then walked out the door.
Now he does what he wants, who he wants, whenever he wants. He is Ezikel and he will bring the world to its knees.








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RP Sample (required):
Ezikel stepped out into the crisp cold night air. He took a deep breath, and smiled. The young boy had run from the bar and into the alleyway. Ezikel smirked and calmly walked into the darkness of the alley. ”Come out come out, wherever you are..” He could hear the panting of the young man he was trying to pick up.
The clatter of his shoes hitting the water on the ground was immensely loud. It was rather quite in the alley and every sound was able to be heard. The rustingling of animals in the garbage cans, the squeak in his new prada shoes. He looked down as he stepped on a rat, and squished it like he would a bug. Its head popped off and he gave a slight giggle, and then continued walking, focusing on the matter at hand.
”I promise I won’t bite…Hard.” he taunted the kid trying to hide from him. He loved when they ran.. Got them all hot and sweaty, and he didn’t even have to get his hands dirty. He took a few more steps and from behind the garbage can the kid took off trying to get from the alleyway. With a snap of his fingers, the kid flew into the wall and was held up by and invisible force.
”Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Ezikel walked in front of him and shook his finger. ”You know, it isn’t very nice to run away from someone that’s trying to give you a present.” He walked up to him, and lowered him a few inches down and gave him a hard kiss. The kid squirmed, and then spat in Ezikel’s face.
Zeke took a few steps back, and wiped the spit from his face. ”That. Is in NO WAY how you treat someone that wants to kiss you. Guess you will have to be taught a lesson kiddo.”
His normal blue eyes changed to full black, and he tilted his head. ”Lesson Number one. Manners.” and with a sharp look, the kids head exploded. His eyes went back to their normal blue, and he flicked part of the boy that had just flown onto his shoulder. He shook his head and walked out of the alley.
”What a damn waste.”

I, (Ezikel Knight), have read the SITE PLOT and RULES and hereby agree to follow them, and stay true to the guidelines set by the site staff and to the ideals set in Supernatural.




Your name/alias:Nick
RP Experience:8 years
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