Saint Seiya: Blood, Love, and War (Ebonique and I)

[Masquerade]

Name: Gertrude

Age: Unknown

Gender: Male

Race: God?

Alliance: Himself

Rank: Leader (Aka. The Big Bad)

Armor?: The Manticore

Appearance:



Personality: Saying he's crazy would be an understatement. He is someone that you would truly not want to meet...EVER! Gertrude has a taste for flesh and spirit alike. He could care less who he kills, or how it's done, just so long as his hunger gets satisfied. Another thing he has been known to do is flirt with his victims, particularly the males, before killing and then devouring them. The only ones that are safe...well...safe-ish...are those that follow him. However, he often times still draws blood from them. After all, a little blood loss never hurt anyone, right?

Abilities/Powers: Gertrude's main focus is on poisons, mostly the really deadly kind. He also dabbles in acids, blood draining, and soul snatching. This particular person often attacks first and asks questions later, if his prey is still among the living. Also, he rarely ever shows mercy. In fact, his idea of mercy is rather twisted.

History: Ugh...Masquerade is to lazy for this. D:

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Was Gertrude truly a god? His appearance would suggest that he was more of a demon than a god but his power alone was enough to rival even Hades and the Twin Gods. He was also, perhaps, far more cruel and crazy than all three of them combined. Gertrude was feared and he knew it. That was how things should be.

He had just finished a meal. It was just some unlucky person he had seduced. The God had not only devoured the person's body but their soul, as well. It was unfortunate that the people he ate never got the chance to move on. However, Gertrude didn't care in the least. Those souls helped to make him just a tad bit stronger. The problem, however, was the clean up after his meals were over. He licked the blood from his hands and claws as he stood up. Gertrude liked blood but he didn't like it when he was covered in it.

"Jyan!" he called, having finished cleaning the blood from his hands and claws. Gertrude had also wiped his face off and then licked that from his hands as well. Now he had to wait for his second-in-command and, if the other wasn't quick about arriving, then Gertrude would have to punish him. A devilish smirk came to his face at the thought of punishing the handsome male.

He had recently devised a plan that involved attacking the Sanctuary but he had yet to put it into action. The time to do so was almost near. It shouldn't be very hard at all. Like taking candy from a baby to Gertrude who could rival the Gods.

[Ebonique]

Name: Jyan

Age: Unknown

Gender: Male

Race: Unknown/Demi-God?

Alliance: With Gertrude

Rank: Second in Command

Armor: The Chimera

Appearance:

Personality: Though not quite as twisted and slightly less insane than his Boss, Jyan could still possibly call a pysch-ward home. A cruel fighter and a level-headed thinker, Jyan is an expert when it comes to battle strategy. Usually calm and unfazed by very much going on around him, he easily tolerates his Master's psychotic ways. It's quite amusing, really.

Powers/Skills: Stealth, infiltration, combat planning, sword technique, and insta-healing.

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Just like the ever-faithful second in command that he was, Jyan always stuck close to his leader. He stood silently outside the door while Gertrude had his was with his dinner. Jyan, personally, preferred the taste of the meat from beasts, lizards in particular. He found humans far too revolting to ingest. How in the world could you tell where those things might have been? Gertrude enjoyed them immensely, however.

To each his own, he supposed.

When his superior called to him, Jyan entered the room without delay and approached the annoyed man before him. He shut his eyes and gave a repectful bow. "Yes? What can I do for you?" he asked in his usual soft-spoken manner. This was a dangerous question, to say the least.

Still, Jyan's sadistic side couldn't help be extremely curious.

[Masquerade]

Gertrude frowned slightly when Jyan appeared rather quickly. That meant he wouldn't be able to punish him. However his smile soon returned. The smiles that Gertrude wore always portrayed his crazed nature. He let out a crazed giggle when the other bowed before him and asked his question. Jyan was such a good and loyal dog. It made Gertrude want to break him but he would take his time with that. Breaking such a fine toy would be fun, to say the least.

"Be a good dog and dispose of this, would you?" he asked, gesturing to what remained of his meal.

The crazed God then walked up to Jyan and wrapped his arms around the other's neck and leaned in to whisper into the other's ear. His voice was rather seductive when he wanted it to be and this was one of those times. No wonder he could lure humans to their death with very little problems at all.

"If you continue to be a good dog then I'll give you a treat," he whispered before releasing Jyan.

He then watched Jyan with his strange eyes as he waited for the other to move to dispose of the body.

[Ebonique]

Having reopened his eyes after bowing, Jyan became momentarily confused when he saw the look of displeasure on Gertrude's face. Hadn't he reported in a timely manner? He mentally shrugged, deciding to let the subject drop. No one possessed the talent of being able to tell what the insane man was thinking, not even he. Jyan's only goal every single day was to stay on his Boss' good side, or something there of. He knew that Gertrude could kill him on a whim and there was probabaly very little he could do about it. The best he would probably be able to do was escape, though the chances of that were very slim, as well.

All this aside, Jyan didn't exactly mind serving underneath his twisted Master. He had nothing better to do and Gertrude's base beneath the sea was extremely comfortable. He doubted that he would be able to live this good roaming the land as a loner. Jyan merely knew that he had to tred lightly. Do that, he things would be just fine.

His narrow, golden eyes darted to the mostly-eaten body laying not too far away and he gave a single nod when Gertrude told him to get rid of it. This wasn't anything new to him, so it was no problem. He remained where he stood as the other man approached and embraced him, unmoving.

Gertrude's words caused his lips to curl upwards into a small smirk. Anytime a reward from his Master was up for grabs, it was usually worth the effort it took to get it. Another nod. "I will take care of it right away," Jyan said as his Leader stepped back. He then began with his given task.

[Masquerade]

The crazed God smiled his insane smile when the other replied to him and then went about the task that he was given. He couldn't help but think that Jyan really was such a good dog and a toy worth keeping around until he finally broke him one day. Gertrude began to think about what kind of reward to give his loyal pet. Perhaps he could leave it up to the pet himself to decide on what he wants to recieve from his master?

Gertrude walked over to his throne and took a seat as he watched Jyan clean up what was let of his meal. His clothes were dirtied with human blood but he could deal with it for a little while. He would first wait to see what it was that Jyan wished for before changing into something a little less blood-stained.

"Does the dog want something in particular as a reward?" he asked, continueing to watch Jyan with his strange eyes.

[Ebonique]

Jyan was far from squeamish so dealing with a dead, blood, and partially eaten body was nothing for him. He bent to pick up the remains, trying to keep as much blood from getting on him as possible. He didn't feel like detailing his armor that night. The corpse in hand, he turned and walked to the very rear of Gertrude's chambers. He opened the door and disappeared into the hallway.

The second in command returned several minutes later. He'd placed the body into one the base's many launch tubes and had ejected it out into the cold sea waters for the sharks to finish off.

Just as he re-entered the room, Jyan heard his Master pose the question about his reward. The man swallowed thickly but silently. Yet another dangerous situation. He looked off in a random direction before answering. "Whatever you wish to give me," he stated honestly. "I will accept it."

[Masquerade]

He shook his head.

"Tsk. Tsk. That reply just wont do. I think it's just fair of me to give you something that you wish for. I always choose the rewards. It's your turn now, my sweet pet," he replied.

"Now, tell me what you desire," he told Jyan, drumming his fingers on the arm of his chair.

Gertrude had to resist the urge to punish the other male for that answer. After all, he had asked a specific question and he had wanted a specific answer in return. Gertrude now waited again for the male to reply. He wasn't going to let Jyan off that easy. Gertrude was the type to do just about anything if he found the thought of it interesting and possibly fun.

[Ebonique]

Gertrude's dissatisfaction with his answer made Jyan want to roll his eyes, though he refrained from doing so. If he had, it would have certainly ended badly for him. His Master would have taken it as a brash display of disrespect. No, that simply could not happen.

He sighed and thought for a moment. "Well, then..." he murmured as he racked his brain for something he could ask for. Honestly, his life was pretty good. He didn't have many rules he had to follow and he had control over almost all of Gertrude's other underlings. He could go where he wanted, do almost anything he wanted... so what else was left?

It was then that something finally came to him. Thank goodness.

Jyan lifted his eyes so that he could look directly at his superior before voicing his request. "I would like to kiss you," he stated evenly, waiting for Gertrude's reaction.

[Masquerade]

Gertrude was becoming increasingly impatient as he waited for Jyan to reply. He was just about take back the promise of a reward and punish his pet instead when the other finally replied. It was just in time, too. A wide, toothy smirk came to his face as he looked upon Jyan after hearing the request for a kiss. He nodded.

"Very well. Come here and claim your reward, then," he told his pet, not moving.

He'd let Jyan come to him rather than himself going to the other in this instance. This was very interesting indeed. Gertrude was no stranger to intimacy between males. He often seduced and flirted with his prey, both male and female. However, he prefered to flirt with the males he targeted.

[Ebonique]

Jyan gave another singular nod as he was given permission to approach Gertrude's throne. It took only nine steps for him to reach the elaborate chair from where he stood. He came to a stop on the platform just in front of Gertrude. The handsome servant spoke no words as he stared at his leader for several seconds.

He moved in at last, leaning forward slowly. Jyan closed his eyes at the last moment, just as his lips touched Gertrude's.

The kiss started out feather soft. It's firmness grew almost instantly, however. Jyan counted the passing seconds, wondering if Gertrude would stop him or complain.