NAME:
Serith Omega

TITLE:
... ... Mortal ears dissolve upon hearing such a title.

AGE:
MEANINGLESS.

GENDER:
Male

WEIGHT:
I should care why?

HEIGHT:
8 1/2 foot or what I want it to be.

BLOOD TYPE:
Only raw power runs through me!!

WEAPONS:
ANYTHING I use is a weapon. Although I do prefer very long swords and very spiked maces. And, of course, my little finger (A conflux of paradoxic energy that just happens to be my little finger). And my cloak acts as a portal to the deepest, darkest, evilest parts of my mind (I'm evil incarnate my mind is so complex it's crated its own reality where only pain and suffering exsist to all I trap there).

TRAINING METHODS:
Training is for wimps. You gotta go in unprepared to test your true power.

FIGHTING STYLE:
Big, heavy, over-powered hits.

STRENGTHS:
Can take a lot of heavy hits and deal out heavier. Fluent in all forms of magic, theres nothing I can't do. I have a major flow of raw power at my disposal... Even though it is constantly leeched off me... Still, those stealing it give me some sport.

WEAKNESSES:
?? What are they?

FAMILY:
... ... Family?

LOCATION:
In the UK while in this plane of reality.

APPEARANCE:
Humanoid. I Wear heavy plate armor wich is spikey (For close combat) and black (No light escapes it's sufase) and also my cloak.

FAVORITE SPORT:
Physically and mentally torturing people and things that feel pain

FAVORITE GAMES:
Main Final fantasy series (excluding XI and XIV), Dissida and Dissidia 012, and I LOVE R.T.S. (makes me feel like a god... Wait... I AM A GOD!!) Command and Conquer, Supream Commander and outhers.

ALLIES:
Why should I bother myself with pointless weaklings.

ENEMIES:
Already dead. And those that can't die? Look up favorite sport.