Vora, Andre

{{• Ability
Special Ability/Gift: Andre has mastered so far the ability to shift between his full human and full beast form at will. As a human, the only bestial part of him that he can manifest are his bat wings.
Weapon: Wields no weapon as a human. In his true bestial form, Manticores traditionally use their scorpion tails to inject quick-acting poison into their targets.

{{• Appearance
Physical Looks: Andre stands at a height of 5'11, nearly six feet if his slightly unruly red hair is taken into account. Despite his face seeming gaunt and his complexion a sickly pale, his build is rather stocky, with lean but muscular limbs. His unkempt red hair is usually grown long, with his bangs frequently covering his yellow eyes which also hide behind thin-framed glasses. He is normally dressed in a casual polo shirt, jeans and sneakers.

{{• Personality
General Attitude/Personality:
As Andre has lived most of his life in isolation and operated always as a lone hunter, he is in effect a seemingly very shy, quiet, and awkward young man. Despite his few years in his human form, he has still not gotten quite used to it, so he can also be very clumsy. The fact that he also has a fascination with reading and learning does not really help his image much, making him seem like some sort of nerdy geek - however, Andre could really care less about how the world sees him. His main focus, after all, is to continue to exist, no matter what happens around him.

The fact that he is "the last Manticore" has greatly affected Andre's disposition. For one, he is greatly afraid -- to the point of paranoid -- of anyone finding him out for what he really is. After all, since he IS the last, what would happen if he should come across unscrupulous beast hunters? If he was already anti-social before, this fact makes him withdraw even deeper into his shell, making it difficult for him to be trusting of anyone. Although he is more than capable of holding his own in a battle, he despises conflict, because he is afraid of having to use his only means of fighting, his scorpion tail which he can only use as a beast.

Andre is struggling to understand the concepts of a human world, but secretly enjoys the learning process. Because of this he can be rather naîve and/or clueless with most social occasions, preferring to watch and learn rather than to get involved. This can either make him seem extremely slow on the pickup, maybe seemingly a slightly annoying wallflower, or an adorable lost puppy.
Goals: To merely be able to live.
Likes: Living and anything to do with the natural world; reading and learning.
Dislikes: Intense hunger spells, not having anything available to eat.
Bad Habits: Fiddling with his glasses, picking at his teeth with his tiny finger.
Fears: Failing his "Test" and suffering the consequences.
Other: Andre wears glasses, but there is no proof to say that he actually needs them. He uses them more as an excuse for the unusual color of his eyes, should anyone be inquisitive enough. Also, if he is too close to a human or is extremely hungry, his fanged teeth manifest on their own and his eyes return to their bloodred color (and if he is not fed, he will be forced into his beast form on instinct).

{{• Et Cetera
Parents: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Other family: Unknown, most likely all deceased
History:
For how long he has existed upon the earth, Andre does not know. In fact, his own name only came to be several years after he was discovered. Manticores, after all, were creatures of myth and lore -- their legends were passed down from generation to generation, their concept was used to frighten little children. But despite all the stories, no one had truly believed in these "creatures of myth" -- and how wrong they were not to.

They were many, once. After all, being creatures of myth, they had the cloud of doubt on their side -- there were many opportunities to hide, many opportunities of escape, just because no one believed, or wanted to believe that they existed. For a while man and beast peacefully co-existed...well, as peacefully as they possibly could. Manticores would feed on man, and man would continue to be blind to their existence, and all would be well at that until the next time the Manticore would strike again.

Then it happened. His brethren were disappearing, one by one. How was it happening? Unfortunately, being an animal, the Manticore did not care. He was merely happy to have human flesh to feed on, and the less of his kind meant the more prey for him. He was so absorbed in his selfishness that he did not realize how fortunate he truly was -- because there soon came the time that he was the only Manticore left in existence.

It was an existence too good to last for long. One fateful day, the Manticore was faced by a human -- although there was something... 'not right' about the man before him. The human introduced himself as a Sorcerer, who had long been studying the mythical beasts and, in an effort to save mankind, was now here to banish the Manticore from existence. After all, the Manticore was a myth -- did that not mean he was not meant to live, that he was not meant to roam the same earth with the human race?

As the Sorcerer raised his staff in preparation of killing the Manticore, the mighty beast threw itself at the human's feet and did something it never had done before -- pleaded for its life. It loved its existence, it loved to breathe and to travel the world freely and to see how nature blossomed in every part of the world. He did not wish to merely be banished, to simply 'not be', to never experience again the wind in his fur and the sunlight before his eyes, the beauty of flight and the thrill of the hunt. The beast pleaded desperately with the Sorcerer -- never before had the mage seen a beast so enamored with its own life.

So the Sorcerer decided to give the Manticore another chance -- a "Test", he called it, and under his conditions. If the Manticore was to continue existing, it would have to 'live' -- in other words, learn to live on the same world that the humans roamed. If it wanted to coexist with humans, it must live amongst them, and not kill or devour them. If the Manticore should lose control and kill a human, the Sorcerer would return and banish him from existence.

In his desperation, the Manticore agreed, and the Sorcerer cast his spell. The Sorcerer renamed the creature and sent him to an environment where not too many humans would exist, at least for the time being, for the creature to be able to train himself. Thus now the last Manticore lives among the humans, in an eternal battle between his love for life and his true nature.

Who did you PM?: Sakurai

{Manticore would be considered a type of demon, correct?}