HEREAFTER, creed

[Creed Hereafter]

I go by (no one special), and my time zone is (eastern standard). I found this site by (lurking). You can contact me (personal message).

`time to figure, time to sin
your time is done when you begin*

NAME:

Creed Francis Hereafter

AGE:

1,219 (appears 24); born at the beginning of the Viking Age.

GENDER:

Male.

SEXUALITY:

Bisexual; prefers women.

SPECIES:

Demon.

NATIONALITY:

Icelandic-American.

OCCUPATION:

A walking human dictionary and thesaurus.
(Secret government) Scientist & Wizard.

`live for suffer, live for revenge
know your life comes to an end*

APPEARANCE:

Creed is a tall man. He starts at six foot and three inches – call him above average with height. A part of him still feels like he's still growing. Even though he's tall, the man is a slender one – with some defined biceps and abs to help him through day by day. By no means is he really muscular or anything – he claims he has enough to carry what he needs and to get him through the day, and that, to him, just needs some muscles. Unlike most of his family, some recessive genes took hold and he was born with orange-colored hair. Call him a natural redhead. Though that was in the past. Today, he's still a redhead, but he constantly dyes his hair to a chocolate-colored hue. He likes blending in, so being a normal brunette is just perfect. His eyes match his hair in some ways. Red hair and green eyes... Deep, crystal clear viridian eyes. They're the kind of bright green to almost seem unnatural. His skin is a little on the pale side since he prefers to stay indoors, though recently he's been coming outside more and more. Sunlight is healthy and he has a dog to take care of. The man usually has some facial fur – just some peach-fuzz but nothing more than that, really. He mostly keeps himself clean and trimmed. The clothes he wears usually consists of darker attire and loose-fitting. He's the kind of man to wear something that he feels comfortable in, not what looks good or not.

CELEB CLAIM:

Julian Schratter.

`taste the blood, taste your fate
swallow your pride with your hate*

PERSONALITY:

Creed is an arrogant fellow. He is also loves to boast and loves to brag when the situation calls for it. Same with showing off. It just depends if he has done anything worth doing such an act - otherwise, Creed here just minds himself. He's quite the quiet fellow, believe it or not... And quite the bookworm, too. He doesn't really talk much or start conversations. He usually waits for others to initiate things... Usually. Creed here sometimes has a little attitude problem, though more or less the man acts his age - mature. One moment he is being a little nice guy to get what he wants form you, and the next he is calling you names - or his more famous way: no profanity, just dissing you out “intelligently” with some long vocabulary words covered in Webster's dust. Personally, he never swears, but he acts like kid sometimes and so cusses. He says things that he does not mean like, “Oh, you’re beautiful,” when in fact he is being a little sarcastic devil. Basically, a serious joker that does know when in fact to stop. Creed is blunt and honest - to the point of being mean and rude about it. Though yes, he does use sarcasm here and there, but usually, the truth slips out for him.

He is fearless and shows it in either foolish acts or brave ones. Maybe it is over-confidence, maybe not... Nonetheless, Creed is the kind of man to step out from the crowd and do what is right. If someone is in danger, the man will most likely save you; risking his life. Call it the Viking in him. The adrenaline and the feeling of being in a dangerous situation often drives the man on edge. He loves the feeling, and when he succeeds, it brings positive results. The man is a brave one... In most scenarios. Being protective is another attribute that he shows, even more so if you are in his inner-circle or something. The man values people that tell the truth or people that are worth saving. If he trusts you, that is a good thing. The man would protect you with his life. He may seem a little possessive, but it's for a good cause. Usually, he doesn't get attached much for he knows in time you'll die and he'd still be living, but sometimes he falls under his old habits and gets attached, and thus, a little obsessed. Creed is a shield, a sword, and a man of incredible knowledge... With a few kinks in his personality. Sometimes the man doesn't make sense or acts out of his norm, but that's just Creed for you.

LIKES:

Science, chemistry, how things work, evolution, anything science or math related, money, caffeine, unhealthy foods (for they taste good - he's a junk-food guy), working out (to cancel his junk-food habits and to retain his physique), nature, electronics, LED lights compared to the normal ones, when people know when to back down, intelligent people, those whom can hold a conversation with him, exciting movies with things that blow up with every single turn, tea, his dog, his long lost love, shopping for food or for anything, re-reading things.

DISLIKES:

The economy, manipulative people taking advantage on those whom are too blind to see (though he is a hypercrite here), really bad weather such as hurricanes, unexpected storms, angels, history buffs that don't know anything, carrots, being called a carrot-top, his red hair (which is why he dyes it), swimming (he'd rather stay dry), not succeeding in an experiment, getting in trouble with the "higher ups" - his bosses and generals that give him orders, somehow being tricked or schemed, tax season, paying bills, being alone (sometimes... He feels like he needs someone with him), having nothing to do.

SECRETS:

His species for one. Another secret is that he works for an underground portion for the government. Call it a messed up Secret Service portion. He just says he's a Chemist or a Scientist but always fails to mention the government part for that might stir up controversy and all that junk. He'd rather not people know about that.

FEARS:

Death doesn't scare him as much as living, though. As they say: don't be scared of the dead, be scared of the living – they can actually harm you, the dead cannot. Creed is scared of doing something wrong or unjust and the government seizes him or arrests him. Though he works for them, it's still a fear that the Big Brother doesn't like what his ideas are. Another fear is the one of something he doesn't know about. Whether it be ghosts invading his house or a demon that cannot be warded off – Creed is slightly scared of the unknown when he's all alone.

DREAMS:

To maybe, one day... Be well-known. Creed has a few books out but they're not really popular. He hopes to make a real name for himself one day. As in someone says Creed they assume Creed Hereafter. Also the cliché dream of meeting someone like his fiancee and having a normal relationship-life intertwined with his normal one.

STRENGTHS:

Intelligence, strength, photographic memory, strategist, fending for his own, empathy.

WEAKNESSES:

Greasy foods, prideful, greedy, work, experimenting.

`your last breath, your last stance
the last of all in your command*

HISTORY:

Creed was born on a sunny day in the summertime. The clouds were absent in the sky and the sun shined bright as birds tweeted and flew outside of the little building that they lived in. After many years of trying for a child, the couple finally got one. It was a boy and the couple couldn't be happier. The little boy would carry out their genes and legacy later on. They named their son Creed. They debated on calling him Flare due to his orange hair but the couple decided not to. Creed was a quiet baby, almost scared of the world at first, but after some moments, the baby was alive and very bubbly. It was as if Creed accepted life and wanted to grab everything that he saw. Feel it between his fingers, feel and smell what the gods above had given him life to witness. His behavior continued. The boy was every so curious, but yet cautious about things. If it didn't look too safe the kid didn't touch it or anything. Well, except his father's helmet of horns and his dagger. Creed didn't cut himself on it, but he almost did on multiple accounts. To Ivan, he was a warrior – ever so curious about weapons and articles of war. Creed was Ivan's little warrior...

When Creed was but a little boy now, he practiced playing with wooden swords with his father. Sadly, both parents couldn't conceive any more children, so Creed was soon their only child, and thus, given all the attention. Ivan, when he wasn't training his own Viking warriors, helped Ivan with his sword fighting. The little child had spirit and had honor – even as a young boy. When they played, Ivan saw that during different situations, Creed protected his mother from Ivan, while sometimes didn't when she was faking injured. He truly did have a warriors heart. A rough one as in not aiding the injured but fending off the threat, but a warriors heart nonetheless. It wasn't until Creed was fourteen that he became really close-friends with a girl named Juliet. She lived in a wooden hut not too far from him and the two of them often played together. They were born in the same year and though they had a lot of differences, both loved each others company. It was during around that time that year that Genevieve talked to her parents and then to her son. Both had each others blessing and so, they told Ivan about marriage.

It took him about two years to actually... Ask her. Creed was busy training and reading ancient texts about their Norse religion and other journals. What could he say, Creed liked to read and learn as well as train with his father – this time using real swords heavier than one could imagine. It was that year that Creed asked her to marry him. Though as soon as he got the courage and she said yes, he had to leave. Creed got the word when he was on top of a small cave settlement with a large oak tree looking overhead on top. The two were sitting under it and looking at their village at the bottom and looking at the beautiful sunset over the ocean when Creed for the news on horseback from one of the neighbors in the village. He had to go to war. Sixteen and he had to leave his new fiancee. It stunk, but it was his duty as a son of a Viking general. So, the man kissed her, said goodbye, and got dressed up.

Creed was away... For years. Nonetheless, Juliet remained faithful and awaited her warrior's return. It took some years but as soon as Creed was twenty-two, he returned. What was some little teenager was now a grown man with muscles that would make you back off. Of course, Creed was the same gentle, but yet loud-mouthed know-it-all that she remembered. The two embraced form his long journey to Britain and all the wars against abbey's and villages. By this point in time, the Viking's reputation was very bad. They were called bloodthirsty beasts, though they necessarily weren't unless provoked. Creed spent the rest of his days with Juliet. Much like his parents, Creed wasn't blessed with a child for the first few months he was there. It took him a little over a year to get her to tell him: I'm pregnant.

Creed wasn't ready to be a father, but he didn't deny the miracle of life. No, he blessed it. And it was decided too – after she gave birth, they would be married. It was a long wait, but it would be worth it and the wedding would be perfect. Though... That never happened. As usual, the couple always went under the old oak tree on top of one of the mountain slopes overlooking the city. It was a few miles to get up there so they didn't hear nor see their village being attacked. When they went on top and sat down, finally looking outside, they soon aw it – their home in flames. Immediately, Creed got up and was going to storm down there to fight, but Juliet clung to his arm and begged him not to go. Those green eyes of his shifted form her to his home... But he made a decision – it was home. It was where they lived, it was where he called home and no one was going to take that away from him. Though as he was about to leave, one of the invaders groups managed to walk up to the 'point' and saw the two of them. Immediately a small fight began.

Of course Creed fought and protected Juliet as much as he could. Though sadly, he wasn't able to defend her as much as he could. She got cut on the stomach as he was defending her. With a swift moment as he took a moment to look at her and the blood, one of the men pushed him into her and the two fell down the mountains rocky cliff-side. The pain was killing him, but unlike Juliet, he managed to survive... Somehow. Call it a freak of nature right there, but Creed survived... Broken bones, bruises, bleeding, but alive... And covered in some bark, wood, and a lot of rocks from the mountain. Creed, as stubborn as he was, crawled to where he saw a hand some feet away. Juliet? Of course... But as he used the rest of the energy and strength that he had left to move some rubble, he noticed that she didn't make the fall... His breathing heightened for a moment and eyes widened before his body finally gave out and he fell back down on the side of her. As the fire form the village of Reykjavik spread to where he was, some people from the main village as well as some 'forest dwellers' ventured towards the mountain side. Some that passed skipped over the scene but a few of them saw Creed and soon managed to help him. They only helped Creed...

Creed was knocked out for about seven days. Some could say it was a very short coma. The people that continuously moved away form the battle scene followed the shore and went to Snæfellsbær. It took them roughly four to five days but the group of people managed. It was an around ninety mile journey away from Reykjavik but it was worth it. Creed was in bed for some days before he awoke. The fist words out of his mouth was “Juliet”. For some moments, Creed was traumatized – shocked, looking for Juliet and looking around at where he was. He was hurting so didn't move his bed and before long, he soon started to cry. Silent tears and looking away form the small fire inside. Noticing he was awake, one of the woman there tried to comfort Creed, but he just jerked her hand away. He was devastated... Reykjavik was destroyed and he lost everything... His family, his fiancee... Everything. He was just too numb right now.

Despite his cold and silent behavior and the treatment he was giving the people that took him in and was healing him, they still treated him, took care of him, and provided him with food, water, shelter, and medicine. The man's wounds on the outside were healing but the ones on the inside, they just couldn't really heal. They tried new remedy's and potions but nothing was working. As Creed was starting to get better he was then starting to get ill. The man lost the will to live. He lost everything and just being in so much pain with so many broken bones in his body... It was a miracle he was alive but he didn't take this chance to live again.

The woman that was there was at Creed's side for days, trying her best to convince him otherwise. After a few weeks, she managed to convince him to live on. Live 'for' her. Dying a non-honorable death like he was wishing for was cowardly and Valhalla would not be reached. So, Creed begged her to help him live. What she did next was something he didn't expect. He was soon dragged to another house and placed in a circle with his arms and legs spread out. Creed's heart was racing but he didn't flinch or move – as instructed. He stayed in the circle and stayed completely still, afraid of making a mistake by moving. The woman from before got four more friends to gather around him. Creed didn't comprehend with what was happening. They made him drink a very nasty drink and they all chanted and mumbled before a blade was struck down in his heart. Witchcraft... They practiced it to a dangerous level. As Creed's life ended, he was reborn right then and there and his new life began. Creed was no angel with what he believed in and what he did for years so the black ritual made him a demon – killing him and letting his soul determine what he'd be in the afterlife. A demon... Was what he was.

At first he was scared and exited the circle that they created. The man backed up in a corner in a ball. His hearing, his sense of smell, and that almost mind-reading 'sixth sense' hit him right in the face. He was scared and it showed... The women in the circle approached Creed and soon explained everything to him. The man, however, didn't believe for some moments, even days. Though given less than a week, he soon started to believe. He wasn't granted Valhalla. He was granted something else, something he just couldn't explain. He was a demon of fire. Flames, sparks, embers, lava... Whatever that was of fire-base, he controlled. At first it was wild and uncontrolled, but given some years, he managed to control it very well.

Feeling heartbroken and still feeling regret, Creed went down to Reykjavik to see his village and the place where his fiancee was last saw. Of course, there was still a lot of rubble there by the mountainside, but his village was being reborn. It wasn't the same, however... Saying goodbye to the spot that he dubbed the last place they were together and headed back up north with Calypso – the woman that saved him and helped revive him into a new being. Together the two of them returned back up to Snæfellsbær, where Creed spent some years living there, saving his money and after his few years stay he moved up to Ísafjörður, Iceland, where he started a new life. Though much like before, he was around Vikings. Old habits soon died hard and after some months after settling there, he soon left all of his things to one of his neighbors that sowed him the most concern and generosity and went on a ship – sword in one arm, shield in another, and with his horned helmet and fur attire, boarded up a ship and headed out.

For years, he fought and killed thousands. During his conquest (okay, not 'his', but others that he tagged along with) he saw new sights, new religions, new people, new beliefs, new clothes, new everything... Nonetheless, though Creed picked up his older habits of reading and learning, the man still fought as his main occupation. He did this for years upon years upon years. Traveling all around Iceland and neighboring patches of land around the island. Until the 11th or 12th century... The Viking age ended, and so did Creed. The man dropped his sword as one of the last Viking's and moved on with his life.

Still looking twenty-four, Creed knew that he couldn't stay in the same place for so long. Ten to twenty years at the most, then he must move on before he was noticed as some unaging demon (which he technically was) and cast off to death. He lived in Britain for a while. Moving from Manchester to Birminham, Northampton to London. He didn't stay around for so long. The man wasn't one to stay in one place so long for he knew that he shouldn't for he would be noticed. The man's main possession with him was books and paperwork. He read a lot of articles and written works everywhere he went. Creed made homes everywhere before moving around. Soon enough he went over seas once more. He went to the Netherlands for a handful of years. He went to Belgium and soon to Germany and other parts of the world. Different books and languages the man picked up as he traveled. Even more so – the man picked up ancient dark arts, like the ones that were used against him. He picked it up and read about that too.

Soon enough, Creed found himself in Mongolia. He stayed there for about fifty years before moving down south and living in the China-region for a hundred or so years. He picked up different medicine techniques as well as other things. Personally, he loved the Asian regions more than anything else. They had... something different. Different beliefs and ideologies. Creed lived close by the Silk Road and helped traded and learned more about the passing travelers that bought his clothing that he made with some other people he helped to work with and lived with. He wasn't one to depend on others or get help from others but it was a completely different society and he just stuck around them. Soon enough, he learned the languages that were accustomed to the Silk Road and traveled back to the west. About a hundred years he traveled to the desert regions of Egypt. He lived around there, Israel, and Lebanon for a while before moving back to Britain – due to news of them finding the new world. Creed managed to be really rich from all the trades on the Silk Road and so, getting on one of those boats didn't cost that much to him. The man took everything he owned – a lot of books, some clothes, and of course; his father's sword.

Virginia is where they landed and was where he made his new home. For years upon years he lived there – moving more upstate when the time came to move. Doing a U-turn he went back down south and soon enough to the states that were made. Creed spent most of his time with metals. Making guns, making ships, and mainly doing labor. He did some science-y things but most of his jobs involved making things with his hands. Once again, he regained his muscle mass from before that he lost from his easier life in Egypt.

When the Gold Rush came, Creed soon followed suit. Though he didn't find any gold, Creed took this opportunity to become an entrepreneur. He made quite a lot of money this way and soon, likt the stereotype happened – Creed became a cowboy. Gun in his pocket and the smarts of the draw, the man soon became Sheriff after some years of being on 'the force' in one of the desert towns back in the Nevada-region. Though he was a Sheriff, Creed helped out with the ranch out back with the little Jackson kids for a while before there was a raid in the small town. Soon enough... That town was burned to the ground. Creed was defending the people but it was no use. The last thing he saw was the end of a gun and everything went black. Creed was knocked out, looted, and left to die by the fires that they created on the wooden buildings. His powers of fire managed to help prevent him from burning too bad so the worst he got was just some bruises. In the morning and out of the rubble, Creed woke up to a ghost town with everything he had, now gone. Once again, Creed started his life all over again.

Now entering the 1900's, Creed was intelligent and very alert. Alongside his library job and writing, the man worked with some other chemists and the two worked on different potions and conjunctions. That was until World War I came up to par. Creed, of course, took up arms and went to fight. When the war ended, Creed worked in the factory until World War II came around, Creed did the same and picked up arms. After the war, however, the man went into law enforcement. Now this job pained quite well than all his others and soon enough, he could have his own little basement full of 'ingredients' to experiment on. Creed loved science and loved to experiment on different things and see their reactions and whatnot.

Though his experiments didn't go unnoticed. Eyes were everywhere, even back then. Creed was being watched and soon was apprehended and taken in. At first they thought he was an alien due to his unaging and all that - so they began their own testing on him. It was vile and Creed highly disapproved of such behavior. Nonetheless, after some time, the people soon came to realize that Creed was some unaging monster - a demon, like in the books. He claimed to be a demon and soon the people believed him. Creed was set free from his entrapment, but under one condition – he worked for the government and listened to whatever they said. Creed agreed if they allowed him free identity (for he needed paperwork now to prove that he was real, which was difficult) as well as good pay and protection. So Creed worked with the government for quite a handful of years. Ever since Roswell up to the 2000's. Though he lost his policing job, Creed stayed with the government as their personal scientist and soon picked up his old habits of witchcraft.

Moving to New York, Creed stayed there for twenty or so years, until he moved down south a bit to Essex, New Jersey. Living in a two-story home with a rather large basement, Creed settled down. He was starting to get sick of moving all the time, but was just grinning and baring with it. In 2008 in the beginning of it, he saw a puppy in the street and soon took the guy in. Usually Creed wouldn't care. It was life, it was rough, but Creed felt some empathy and sympathy for the poor little puppy and took him in. Instead of using magic, which he was tempted to do, the man just nursed the malnourished puppy back to health. Soon enough he was a energetic, loyal, and proud dog. The dog soon learned commands in English as well as other languages and was the most loyal creature that Creed has ever seen. Pistachio (who he named him that due to his coat color) and Creed became the closest friends and roommates. Still, Creed hasn't really found his purpose in life... Something to live for. Though it doesn't matter now. He was at least living in memory of her. That was all that should matter. Juliet should be proud.

FAMILY LIFE:

Genevieve, mother, dead.
Ivan, father, dead.
Juliet, fiancee, dead.
Pistachio, Golden Retriever, alive.

OTHER:

Creed has the ability to control, harness, and manipulate fire - most of the time it's on his own and other times, it's from a source already there. If he creates his own, it uses more of his energy and sanity. The more he uses at one time without pause, the more "relaxed" or "weak" he becomes. So though he could burn a whole block down, he'd probably feel like crap for a while, and that is a feeling he wishes not to have.

Another power he has, besides sixth sense, heightened scenes, and sensing the paranormal, the man has a healing rate that would stump any human. He heals abnormally fast but not fast as to be noticed. His healing is like one of those "colorized" pictures - it slowly changes from red to orange to yellow to green and before you know it, the painting is blue.

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