Name : Eli Devine
Age : 17
Gender : MaleMan
Appearance : Eli has medium length, shaggy blonde hair that falls over his pale face that always seems to have a smile plastered on it. Standing at a height of six feet six inches Eli stands above most of the people he meets. The infinite blue jewels in his skull are adorned with what seem to be constant bags under them, probably from the late nights of meditation. Eli's body resembles that of someone who engages in daily work out sessions, a strong body ties into a strong mind ya know! Eli never seems to wear normal clothes, Eli's clothing resembles that of a monk though he always has the top half open. In his Bezerker Form Eli becomes a being of pure rage. Four monsterous arms sprout from his back and his eyes glow white with power. It's quite the sight to see, when in this form anger seems to radiate from Eli's very being.
EliBezerker FormSide : Considered to be a Villain though he truthfully is unaffiliated
Species : Spiritually Enhanced/Cursed Human
Powers : Rage empowerment, Eli becomes stronger the angrier he is. With his rage empowerment comes super strength, super human endurance, crushing presence, and his Bezerker Form.
Super Stregnth: Eli becomes strong enough that he could easily lift a semi truck and then some, becomes stronger as he gets angrier.
Super Human Endurance: When enraged Eli can easily withstand blows that would break regular humans and even at times metahumans (Bezerker Form usually)
Crushing Presence: Eli's presence when enraged is so powerful it's a physical embodiment of it's own crushing the will of the weak around him and making those of a stronger will uneasy.
Bezerker Form: This power Eli cannot control, it happens very rarely. When Eli is in an extreme state of emotional distress (near death, mind shattered, great emotional trauma, etc) the spirit within him erupts with a burst of power that turns Eli into the true definition of a monster. All of his abilities are enhanced to their limits though only for a short time.
Weaknesses: Eli's main weakness is that he has no control over his curse, whenever he becomes angry it just happens so he has no way of controlling it meaning that not only is he a danger to himself but others. If Eli can be knocked out before he becomes enraged it'll be as though nothing were about to happen. When not enraged Eli is like any normal human teenager so bullets, cars, poison, etcetc will hurt him though that's a fast way to bring out his demon. In his Bezerker form Eli's rage is so caustic it hurts his body meaning if he stays in it for any longer then fifteen minutes he can risk serious injury or even death. A coma is also another likely outcome. When Eli comes down from his outbursts he is usually extremely exhausted and hungry, and left open. Eli's outbursts also last for varying degrees of time meaning there's always the danger he'll come down when a car is flying at him. Magical abilites seem to be an effective way to hurt Eli in his rage form, while he does have meta endurance the usual human weakness apply to him on a lower scale. He can be poisoned, zapped, burned, etc.
History : Eli's tale is a long and sad one full of tragedy, ups and downs, life changing events, everything that has made him the man he is today. So let's begin.
It was under the light of a second blue moon, a rarity in this small world of our's. A woman of unearthly beauty was giving birth to the child of her late husband, a world renown adventurer and enterpenure who died at the hands of a metahuman who wasn't too fond of his exploits. Interesting fact, the soon to be mother was also quite adventureous so it could be said this is all her fault. Back to the story, the woman had been traveling India when she had felt her birth pains, the baby was coming. Luckily she was near a monastery where it was said the monks were quite welcoming of outsiders, though she knew nothing lf their study. The monastery happily welcomed the soon to be mother and tended to her with the utmost care. Wether it be fate or pure chance the woman died giving birth to the baby boy, under that second blue moon. The monks saw this as an omen, good or bad they did not know but their elder would be able to discern some of this mystery. Unknown to them a spirit of pure rage embodied the child, it's name was Asura a demon in Hindu mythology that sought power, and vengeance for the binding of his race subsequently called Asuras. The demon of rage saw potential in the child, his pure heart would lead Asura to the power he craved, to bring the world into complete and utter chaos.
The grandmaster of the monks looked upon the new born child that had been gifted to the monastery, there was such a thing in their ancient texts of this event. Exactly what the texts said had been obscured with age but what the Grandmaster saw was a child without mother would come to their monastery and become possessed with a great spirit of rage, even though he saw this the grandmaster thought he could curb the child for the better.The child was to be raised at the monastery, to be a warrior of the righteousness, a man that would stand up for others when they could not! Unfortunately on that night a spirit of great anger had embodied the child and would not reveal itself for years to come. Eli was raised to be a noble and righteous man of peace, the monks had allowed him to name himself due to their lack of English. Day in and day out Eli trained with the monks at the monastery, his body, mind, and spirit would reach the peak of human ability as the years went by. The boy showed great promise but the grandmaster looked upon him with disdain, there was an evil in the boy but not his own.
It was just another day for Eli, though this day was special. It was his fourteenth birthday! Not even that pleasantry got you out of much at the monastery, Eli still had to wake up before dawn have a quick breakfast of rice noddles and bread and then tend to the gardens. After that it was physical and mental training till three in the afternoon, lastly a meditation session until dinner was served at nine. During that meditation session the grandmaster walked to Eli, his face was grim. Eli looked upon the ancient man, his face the sun itself as always as he watched the elder approach It broke his heart to speak with Eli about this matter.
Eli stood and embraced the elder in a hug, tears streaming down his face. Today was the day they were going to exercise the spirit from Eli, it was a painful, invasive, and long process. That night Eli skipped dinner to further his meditation but something was wrong. A feeling boiled on the inside Elk, something that just felt... Evil. It shook the boy terribly. Eli fell sick that night but even so the exorcism had to commence. The elder looked upon Eli with such pity, he thought of the boy as his own. Eli found himself standing on a featureless, white expanse. Nothing was in the snow white sky or the completely flat reflective white ground. It was his inner sanctum, his soul. Eli had to find and combat this evil that sullied his being. The exorcism had started and the only one able to stop or was Eli. The boy traveled the plane for what seemed like ages, nothing was in sight. After what seemed like a millennium Eli finally found something, the thing he dreaded. That vile spirit had been waiting ever so long to finally make his move and now was the time. "
Welcome... Brother." Those words were soaked in the purest of evil as they escaped the spirits nonexistent mouth. Eli looked upon the being with the most seething of hate before he sat, as did the spirit. "Brother..." Eli had to meditate on this, as did the spirit. Truthfully it was a struggle of power to see who would come out the dominate spirit.
Eli lost. The spirit completely crushed the will of the young boy, all of the training he had was for naught against a beast of such power. The story from here is tragic. "Asura! Asura!" The monks of the monastery screamed in the purest of terror, their beloved Eli was on a killing rampage! No one was safe from his wrath, the elder was the first to die. Torn limb from limb and adorned across the wall were their great statue of Buddah used to lay, now shattered and desecrated. Eli completely destroyed the monastery in just and hour, there were no survivors.
"Good work... Brother." The spirit within Eli spoke with such dominance, such arrogance over his victory in controlling the young boy. "Asura. You are Asura." The spirit, now named Asura laughed. Their journey was long, Eli traveled for three years before he found out about his origins as the son of two adventurers who died under such strange circumstances. Over those years Eli became a man of much renown, a holy man that traveled the land helping however he could. Though some of his fame came from his infamy as "The embodiment of Asura." Some feared him, others revered him. Eli could not stand it anymore so he made a pilgrimage to The Unite States of America. Ever since then Eli has settled down in the penthouse his parents used to own, it had been kept by close cousins ever since the disappearance of the woman who was heavy with child, the last trace of the adventurer . When a boy that resembled the spitting image of the young adventurer showed up at their borrowed door a new life began. Eli now lives in New York with his older cousins Jackie (21) and Dez (23) women who though born two years apart look exactly alike, the penthouse had been passed down on the family and it had fallen on them when they were no more then teenagers,
Now Eli has settled in New York, learning the strange almost hedonistic ways of America and indulging in his true self. An energetic and intelligent boy bordering on arrogance. Asura as the spirit has been named craves the battlefield and in this place of heroes and villains he has found his heaven.
