<div class="floatleft">(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0AYuJl9p7-M/UfDarLdC7cI/AAAAAAAAgoA/KQ0by-BASao/s1600/Colin+Wayne_mgi6f5DTJz1qk5bhro1_500.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Abaddon, Dark Prince of Destruction (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=214848.msg10599891#msg10599891)<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Damien Arasi<br/><strong>Where:</strong>ageHa (http://www.ageha.com/equipment/floor.html)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>April 7th,  11ish pm<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>In picture<br/><strong>Inspiration:</strong>My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQ0lE7e3yfk)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>"About as grand a revelation as the Prince of Passion and Beauty liking to make an entrance," his voice wasn't as sarcastic, but it was certainly dry. He knew the games and he know the battle of wits that the others liked to engage in, he personally found both distasteful especially since the latter was never more than a reason to show their respective superiority over the others. Only his annoyance at being intruded upon was keeping him even remotely part of the game at the moment. Honestly, he shouldn't even be annoyed, it should have been expected all things considered.<br/><br/>"Not everyone can be built like a tank," his tone still dry, but amused nevertheless. The man's vanity was legendary and everyone knew the rumors about the expulsion of the less than attractive people within Malachi's realm. Personally, Abaddon was only choosy about looks when it came to looks and then even a certain feature, physical or personality wise, was sometimes still enough to spare Abaddon passing them by. Within his own kingdom, it was weakness that he couldn't abide, though waste was worse. The weak were put to menial jobs, 'bitch work' the mortals called it. Their weakness punished, but their utility never lost, perfect. "Though the gap is quite noticeable, I'll give you that much."<br/><br/>"My ability to throw cars isn't what keeps me from getting drunk," he smirked, it was partially his size, but it was also due to the fire that burned through his system at all times. It burned through it at such an incredible rate that only vast quantities of alcohol or incredibly potent alcohols could really affect him, and if he did, by some miracle, get drunk, it didn't last long. Hangovers were unknown to him too, and other peoples sickness from alcohol amused him. "Though I'm sure if I were drunk enough, I might actually start tossing cars, could be fun. Completely ruins the idea of being subtle, but at least it would be amusing."