Liam "Asher" McCaulson

[Liam McCaulson]

LIAM "ASHER" MCCAULSON
(demon hybrid)

FULL NAME: Asher Xaradar
NICKNAME(S): Liam
AGE: Seventeen
BIRTHPLACE: Los Angeles
CURRENT RESIDENCE: New Orleans
RANK/OCCUPATION: High School Student
AFFILIATION: Humans

LIKES

• Flying
• Danger; he's an adrenaline junkie
• His powers of lust

DISLIKES

• Being hated because of his hybrid status
• The Angels and Demons
• Being controlled

MAGIK: Wings & Flight, Elemental Magik, his father's lust abilities
DIVINE WEAPON: N/A
PHYSICAL AILMENTS: None
WEAKNESSES: The Demon Lords. He's terrified of them and reaches almost a state of paralyzed fear when presented before them.
STRENGTHS: Liam doesn't know when to call it quits and is prone to fights. He's very confident when it comes to standing up to himself and can be considered one of his strengths. 

PERSONALITY:

Liam has been filled with a lot of hatred since he was old enough to understand the world around him. Dropped off at a church only moments after his birth, he'd been transferred from one foster home to the next, with each new family wanting something out of him besides a son to love. He also found himself unable to fit in. As soon as he found out he had wings and the ability to manipulate the elements, be knew he was a Demon child and he became an outcast. He kept his true identity a secret from those he lived around but things like his wing tattoo on his back was one of the things he couldn't hide. He learned not to trust anyone besides himself and used people for his own selfish reasons. As soon as he realized he had the power to manipulate the desires in humans, he began to use it selfishly, to entertain himself. He doesn't care what anyone thinks about him and it'll be a struggle to get him to care about anyone. He enjoys watching people's lives fall down around them when he makes them act on their desires and feels no remorse. Though he feels alone, he hates the Demons and the Angels, especially his father who continues to search for him. He doesn't want to be a part of the war. He just wants to live his own life. He hates having a life laid out for him. He likes to blaze his own trail. 

FATHER: Asmodeus, alive
MOTHER: Unknown
SIBLINGS: 
Axi Xaradar, Alive
Kytara Xaradar, Alive
Drake Xaradar, Alive
Zarek Xaradar, Alive
SPOUSE(S): None
OFFSPRING: None
OTHERS: Erin McCaulson, adoptive mother, alive

HISTORY:

BEFORE BIRTH

"You did what?" Erin hissed, checking over her shoulder at the group of women sitting in the living room and laughing at something. They hadn't seemed to notice her outburst. "Sophie, tell me you're kidding!"

The dark haired woman shook her head, her green eyes filled with excitement and joy. "He was so charming! Took me out to dinner, kept his attention on me and... it just kind of happened! It's kind of like dating a prince!"

Erin growled under her breath and grabbed Sophie's wrist, pulling her away from the group of women in the living room who had started to be interested in their whispering. She let the woman to another room and closed the door, leaning her back against it. "He's a Demon Lord, Sophie! He's supposed to do that! It's called hunting for his prey! And tonight, of all nights, you come here to tell me this?! You realize that's my mother's church group right?"

Sophie sat down on the bed, unfazed by her best friend's ridicule. "Well, not many can claim they'll give birth to a child of a Demon Lord, either."

Erin froze, her face going paper white. Her hand clenched over the doorknob of the room seconds before there was a knock. "Erin, Sophie? Is everything alright in there?"

"It's good, mom, thanks! I'll be out in a minute!" Erin called cheerfully through the door, a stark contrast to the real expression on her face. 

The two girls waited till Erin's mother's footsteps disappeared down the hallway before Erin turned back to Sophie. "You need to get rid of it!" She hissed, hurrying to her desk and searching frantically through her drawers. "Children of Demon Lords are dangerous, Sophie! They'll surely come for him and use him!" She found what she was looking for and handed it to Sophie. "Promise me you'll get rid of it before it grows, Sophie! Promise me!"

Sophie only smiled sadly down at the piece of paper Erin had handed her, her hand resting on her stomach. She had already made up her mind.

BIRTH

The moment her son's cries rang out through the room, Sophie sat up, needing to see him. She had felt him move within her for nine months and her desire to protect him had only grown stronger with each passing day. Erin did not approve of her keeping it but, like any best friend, helped her through everything, even managing to find a demon nurse who Erin trusted enough to keep her mouth shut. As soon as the babe was cleaned off and bundled up, she handed him to Sophie who immediately brought the child close to her breast. At this stage in his life, it was hard to tell who he would take after, considering both she and his father had the same dark hair and his blue eyes had the potential of changing. But, she could see in the shape of his face and the will to survive burning in his eyes that he would take after his father. She smiled down at her son, letting his tiny fingers wrap around hers. "Your father wanted me to call you, Asher." she whispered to him. "And he thinks he's going to come and take you from me. But mommy has other plans."

Erin appeared at her side, looking around nervously. "How do you feel, Sophie? We need to get moving. He's going to be on his way soon and we need to be long gone."

Sophie nodded, slowly climbing from the bed. She was still in pain and she could feel fresh blood sliding down her inner thighs but her child's safety pushed her further. She wrapped a coat around her shoulders and pulled the hood over her head. All the while, Asher remained silent, staring up at his mother's face was absolutely intensity, as if memorizing every line on her face. While they walked, a tiny black wing escaped the folds of the blanket but the child didn't seemed fazed by it and, with a smile, Sophie tucked it back underneath.

The car waited just outside the door, already idling and the passenger door open. She was going to make it. She was going to hide Asher from his father and the rest of the Demon Lords. Before she made it to the door, however, the nurse's body fell across the doorway, her eyes wide and staring as blood tricked from a gaping hole in her chest. Sophie stopped, pulling Asher close. In the doorway, a towering figure appeared, a sword dripping with blood.

"Asmodeus..." Sophie whispered, clutching Asher closer to her.

The Demon Lord of Lust smiled at her, his eyes on the bundle in her arms. "Deal's a deal, Sophie. I let you carry my child on the agreement that he would be mine upon birth. He's not yours and never will be. Hand him over and I'll let you live."

Sophie shook, tears crawling down her face. In her arms, Asher made a small sound, one lone tear leaking from his eye. He scrunched his face, ready to cry. "I love you." she whispered to him. "I'm sorry..."

Suddenly, there was a flurry of wings and Asmodeus was thrown backwards through the doorway with a grunt. Before her, Erin straightened up, her black wings spread wide and a fire ball blooming in her hand. "Run, Sophie!" She snarled. "Run as fast as you can and don't look back!"

"Erin!" Sophie cried but Erin turned and hurled the fireball at her. Erin screamed and took off running, her heart pounding against her chest. Asher had fallen silent once more, his eyes wide as he sensed his mother's fear.

She didn't know how far she ran, her legs slick with blood and her breathing labored. She had managed to keep Asher from the Demon Lords but this would be the last time she'd be with him. A church came into view and Sophie collapsed on the steps, brushing the hair from her face. This day and age, it was probably cliche' to leave a baby on the steps of the church but Sophie couldn't think of a better place to hide him from Demons. She placed him gently against the wood of the door, smiling down at him through her tears. "I want you to grow strong, like your daddy, but be a good boy, like your mommy. Let's tell the world that there is more to Demons than evil and magik." she coughed, blood splattering onto the cold cement beneath her. "Mommy has to go now, Asher. But always remember that I love you." She let him hold onto her finger for a moment longer before she stood and descended the stairs without looking back, his cries piercing into the night.

EIGHT YEARS OLD

"This is the tattoo I was talking about, Doctor." His foster mom made no point in being gentle when she pulled his shirt up and over his head, revealing the wings tattoo etched into his back from shoulder to hips. "He's eight years old! His mother must have been a crack addict or something! Can you remove it?"

The Doctor looked thoughtfully at the thick black lines. He wasn't about to tell this prude woman about his own tattoos beneath his lab coat and how he admired the work of the child's tattoo. Instead, he frowned. "I think it's possible. It'll cost you though-"

"I don't care about price!" The woman interrupted. "Get that hideous thing off of him!"

Liam glared at his foster mom. He hated this woman more than her own ignorance. If she had been nicer to him, perhaps he would have told her that beneath that tattoo, he harbored large black wings that allowed him to fly around. It was just his luck he'd be fostered by a Jesus loving freak who saw the devil in everything he did. He knew what ever the Doctor was going to do to him was going to be painful, but he'd endure it, just to piss her off.

"I just have to ask a few questions for the paperwork, Mrs. Rienstein. Is that alright?"

The woman waved her head. "Yes, whatever. Get on with it."

The Doctor rustled through some papers then cleared his throat, starting with the first question. "His full name is Liam Smith? Is that right?"

The woman sighed. "It's the name the church gave him at the orphanage. The mother left no mention of the boy's name."

The Doctor nodded before continuing down the list. "Any rash behaviors? Interest in drugs or alcohol?"

The woman looked appalled. "You think I'd let my son anywhere near that devil's craft?" she asked the Doctor. "No drugs, no alcohol but he does have a short temper and I have a hard time controlling him. He's been scolded many times."

Liam clenched his fists. Only because she didn't let him do anything except study passages in the bible. What did she expect? Him not to crawl out the window?

"Alright, the rest is insurance stuff which we can fill out at the front desk. We'll schedule an appointment for the removable and get back to you."

Mrs. Rienstein nodded and roughly grabbed Liam's hand, yanking him off the table. "Let's go, Liam. I have a hair appointment in an hour and I hate being late."

THIRTEEN YEARS OLD

This part of the industrial district had remained abandoned for years and most of the buildings were skeletons, allowing mother nature to reclaim them. It was here he was going to make himself fly. He had known he'd had wings from a very young age but he still couldn't fly. It wasn't like he had the chance to practice. The Angels and Demons were hated among humans and he couldn't imagine what would happen to him if his foster family found out he was one of them. He climbed the rickety steps to the sixth floor of an abandoned warehouse, windows broken out and glass littering the bare floor. The only thing that had been here in years, were the rats that scudded away from him. He found a bare window frame and pulled himself up onto the sill, pulling his shirt up and over his head, letting it fall to the ground far below. From the tattoo on his back, black wings appeared, the feathers catching the glint of the sunlight like pieces of obsidian. He stretched them and flapped them a few times before taking a deep breath, his heart pounding with fear and excitement. He'd been stretching his wings for awhile now, hoping to get them strong enough to allow him to fly. There was no time to back down now. With a quick breath, he braced his legs and jumped. He soared, at first, covering ground faster than an arrow but as soon as he began to lose altitude, he pumped his wings as he'd practiced.

But nothing happened. He continued to fall and he felt a stab of terror. "Fly, damn it!" He shouted back at his wings, spread out above him like a kite. A bird crossed his path before him and he watched the movement of their wings as if he was in slow motion. All of a sudden, seeing the angle of the bird's wings, everything clicked into place for Liam and he mimicked the bird's wings. Instantly, he shot back into the air, taking him by surprise. He almost collided with the next warehouse and he his body moved on instinct, directing him away with a simple tilt of his wings. Adrenaline rushed through him and he felt himself smiling as he rose far above the buildings. He let out a shout of joy and laughter, feeling more alive than anything ever had.

SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD

The music was near deafening and mixed with the hallucinogens he'd ingested and what he was smoking, he could swear the walls were moving. He sat on the edge of a bed, clad in only a pair of jeans, as the girl across the room pulled on her own clothes. He finished his smoke and set the empty butt in the ash tray before she tackled him from behind, running her finger along the lines of his wing tattoo. Each line had a deep set scar, that could be easily noticed. She girl frowned at them, laying her head against his shoulder. "There's a rumor at school that your crack momma did this to you when you were a baby." she whispered. "Is that why there's such a deep scar."

He twisted in her arms so he was facing her, a smirk on his face. "No, one of my foster moms tried to have it removed. But it didn't work. You should see her face. Kicked me out of her house, after that, calling me a devil child. Do you believe that, Stephanie? Do you think I'm a devil child?"

She grinned at him, crawling onto his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck. "I think you're a God." she purred, twinning her fingers through his hair, a look of pure lust on her face. "And you can make anyone do anything with just a simple look."

Well, she was partially right. Ever since he was little, he quickly came to realize he had the ability to make anyone give into their desires. Lustful desires were the easiest but desires were deep and they ranged in multiple forms including a desire for revenge, a desire to be free and desires for things you otherwise can't have. Stephanie was gorgeous and nobody was able to have her But, all it had taken was a simple conversation and he'd had her hooked. He leaned in to kiss her again when suddenly, the door to the room busted open and Adrian appeared, eyes wild. "There's been a murder in the bathroom and this whole place is going up in flames! Get the Hell outta here!"

Stephanie screamed and, terrified, Liam grabbed her hand and rushed from the room. They fell in with the rest of the crowd outside, coughing up smoke as the house went up in flames that roared into the night. Police and paramedics were already at the scene and Liam hadn't worried about himself until he was roughly thrown on the ground and handcuffed. "What the fuck?!" He cried, holding back the urge to set the police officer up in flames with a fireball.

"Liam Smith, you're under arrest for murder, arson and possession of drugs."

He spent the next week sitting in a jail cell, refusing meals and screaming at anyone who got near his bars. It wasn't until a woman appeared before his door that he looked up. The best way to describe her was a biker chick, tattooed and piercings. She had a hard look on her face and had the body of a woman who knew how to put a man into a coma.

"Get up." Her voice cracked at him like a whip. "Paid your bail and made a deal with the judge. I'm going to adopt you and you're going to stay out of trouble. Got it? From this moment on, you're mine."

He found out his new mom was named Erin McCaulson and she was a parole officer at the women's prison in New Orleans. He'd spend his entire parole sentence with her and avoid juvi. He hated her till the moment they were driving away from the police station and she handed him a beer with a smile.

ALIAS: Leto
YEARS ROLEPLAYED: Fourteen
WHERE DID YOU FIND US: Creator

[Leto]