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Myspace LayoutsI am one of the legendary Old Ones, an original pure demon from the Primordium Age who ruled territory that included modern-day California. I was one of the most feared of all the Old Ones and ruled from my citadel, Vahla ha'nesh, which corresponds to modern-day Los Angeles. However, I was defeated and murdered by my many rivals. As depicted in an illustration of a statue of me in Vahla ha'nesh, my original form was monstrous. I had five tentacles on either side of my torso that I used like arms, which were flexible and dexterous to the point that I could clutch and operate weapons with them. I had two claw-like feet that allowed me to perch, much like an eagle. The rest of my form is obscured by armor, but my humanoid shape suggests that my head and torso are in much the same configuration as a human's. In my true form, standing before my demon army. I was loved and feared as few of the Old Ones were, so much so that I still had followers and acolytes in the modern day arguably millions of years after my reign. When the Old Ones lost their claim over this world, my essence was placed in a stone sarcophagus, my powers drained and placed in jewels embedded on my coffin. My sarcophagus was placed in a mystical graveyard known as The Deeper Well along with the coffins of other Old Ones. A warrior of good and his army were assigned to guard the Deeper Well to prevent anyone from extracting one of the coffins, as Old Ones are capable of resurrection. In the 20th century, the Keeper of the Deeper Well was Drogyn the Battlebrand. Before falling, I planned my resurrection. I hid my temple in a different time plane, rendering it completely intangible, until I could return to open the gateway and enter it. My army was placed there as well, waiting to be raised once again by its leader. However, sometime in the passing centuries, the army was destroyed, leaving only dust in its place. As pre-ordained, my sarcophagus is teleported to the general area of Los Angeles, but due to continental shifting, it ends up outside of the United States of America. Somehow, it is delivered to American soil, but is held up in Customs on its way to Wolfram & Hart. Dr. Sparrow manipulates Charles Gunn into releasing the sarcophagus in exchange for fixing his brain enhancements. Knox, my self-fashioned Qwa'ha Xahn (high priest) and the mastermind behind my resurrection, has the sarcophagus delivered to Fred Burkle at Wolfram & Hart's science lab. Curiosity draws Fred to the sarcophagus, and when she touches one of the coffin's embedded crystals, my essence is released into her body. My spirit acts as an infection that liquefies Fred's organs, hardens her skin, and allegedly consumes her soul. After hours of agony, and despite Angel and Spike traveling to my former prison in an attempt to find a way to draw me out of Fred, Fred's body is completely taken over by me, who also absorbs her memories (which I later likens to "sparks"). With the aid of Knox, I attempt to bring about the destruction of humankind by resurrecting my ancient army. Despite the best efforts of Angel, Spike, and Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, I manages to fight off all three of them and open the portal to where my army is waiting, but soon I discover that it was destroyed long ago. Lost and without purpose, I agree to learn how to adjust to the modern world with Wesley's help, who is drawn to me because I occupy the body of his love. I spend my nights with the oft-drunk Wesley and my days wandering the corridors of Wolfram & Hart. When Wesley mentions to me that Gunn is trapped in a Wolfram & Hart-imposed pseudo-Hell, I open a portal and rescue Gunn without hesitation, later noting the great debt that the group owes to me. In the process of finding Gunn, I destroy eleven torture units, two troop carriers, an ice cream truck, eight "beautifully maintained" lawns, and "rendered useless" dozens of Wolfram & Hart employees, according to Marcus Hamilton. At this point, my pastimes include talking to plants and training with Spike (or, more accurately, beating him up while he tries to ask me how I feel when he hits me and record the details on a clipboard). Although I criticize Spike's adaptability, declaring adaptation to be a compromise, I enjoys beating him up; at one point, I express my desire to keep him as a pet. Eventually, my power becomes extremely unstable. To others, I appear to be going mad. In truth, I was being thrown out of linear progression of the timeline, altering my perspective as my power seeks a way to escape its shell. Initially, I kill Spike, Wesley, Lorne, and Angel in a confrontation, interpreting their actions as an attempt to kill me, but, during my time jumps, I drag an earlier version of Angel into the present, revealing what just took place before I detonate, potentially causing enough destruction to wipe out the continent. Fortunately, the explosion sends Angel backwards in time to shortly before I killed the others, allowing Angel to use his new foreknowledge of their deaths to save his friends and calm me down. Before I can detonate again, Wesley uses a Mutari generator to extract a large portion of my power, effectively ending the threat. As a result of the Mutari generator, I was stripped of much of my super-strength, as well as my abilities to alter time and talk to plants. I grow bitter and withdrawn after the loss of my powers, which I consider a significant defeat. My primary emotional connection is with Wesley, who continues to help me adjust to the world. After recognizing Wesley's feelings for the "shell" (Fred), I wish to explore her relationship with Wesley in a more sexual or romantic direction; however, he rejects any possibility of accepting me in Fred's form. I also develop a connection with Spike, who can relate to my newfound situation and treats me with acceptance and dignity, communicating easily with me and helping me venture into the world. I was brutally beaten and humiliated by Hamilton, which fuels my extreme anger and motivates me to join the final battle against the Senior Partners. Me, Spike, Wesley, Gunn, Lorne, Lindsey McDonald, and Angel each fight separate groups of demons from the Circle of the Black Thorn. After killing my demon victims, promising to "make trophies from their spines," I seek out Wesley and find him dying. Perceiving his imminent death, I comfort Wesley in Fred's form. Filled with unexpected and uncontrollable grief, I violently dispatch his murderer, Cyvus Vail, shattering his head with a single punch -- an action that does not begin to assuage my grief and leaves me with a strong desire to "do more violence." My wish is granted when the Senior Partners send their army against us; I join Angel, Gunn, and Spike in the final battle against the Senior Partners. I defend Spike, whom I refer to as my pet, when Angel attempts to attack him. I later battle Angel and his trained dragon. I was assisting in the rescue of innocent humans from the hell-infested city of Los Angeles. While Spike said he is the Lord of the area, it is I who acts as the Lord of Beverly Hills, ensuring protection to the city, from the fact that the other Lords are too scared to attack me. I appear to have regained some of my former powers, as time became erratic during my fight with Angel and when Spider and Spike were talking Spike informs Angel that something is "wrong" with me and hoped that he could help me. What exactly is wrong with me is revealed with me transforming into Fred when I see Wesley. Fred and me have both been active in the same body since the advent of L.A. being sent to hell; it is later explained that seeing a face she cared about causes the Fred persona to become dominant, while dangerous situations will cause her to revert to me. When the group returns to the Hyperion, I reveal to the others that Angel is no longer a vampire. Restrained by Nina at the Hyperion in the Fred persona, bearing witness to the rooftop battle between Angel's dragon and Gwen, I assumed the Illyria form and make my way to the scene of the fight. Arriving after the fray, I find Gunn (now a vampire working under the direction of visions from the Senior Partners) whose expression of desperate sadness having become a vampire is sufficient to see me revert back to Fred. Capitalizing on this moment, Gunn ceases to feign crying and shoots Fred with a crossbow, wounding her. When I finally admit that the manifestations of Fred had always been me, wishing to be Fred myself, I was able to revert back to my original, primordial form. Gunn attempts to convince me to rewind time so that the Fall of Los Angeles will not occur, but I, desperate and frustrated at my inability to create order and having what I want, instead vows to destroy time itself. I rampage through Los Angeles, and Angel resolves to stop me. Once telepath George informs him that I'm doing it in Fred's name because I believe it's what Fred would want, he instructs George to fill my mind with Wesley and Spike's memories of Fred so that I can understand the person Fred really was. Momentarily stunned, the Senior Partners' army capitalizes on the opportunity and bring me down. When the world goes back right before the fall, I regain my human body and continue to fight along the team. I realize that I was the cause of the downfall of Wesley because I took the one thing he loved, Fred. And mourns that Wesley is now gone forever. Spike describes my new comportement as human.A Whole New World - Sweet 202
