"Don't act like you know me. I am not like you, I will never be like you."
A mysterious and intimidating person, Carver presents himself with an unwavering aura of confidence and cold indifference. As stoic as a brick wall, as unreadable as a closed book.
He is rather aloof and reclusive, preferring to keep to himself. Being easily irritated, he dislikes company, as he finds most people to be irksome and odious. When he does interact with others, he tends to be cold, condescending, and brutally blunt. He is very distrusting, never letting anyone get close to him. Getting attached is a weakness.
Sharp-witted and analytical. He remains detached and pragmatic in the way he approaches situations, sometimes to an extent that could be seen as callous and insensitive. He is ever guided by logic and reason, not allowing feelings to cloud his judgement. Emotion is a weakness.
With his level-headed and impassive attitude, he usually seems very calm and collected, very sure of himself. Perhaps to the point of seeming arrogant and conceited. But this is in fact far from the truth, he is not nearly as confident as he seems, and not quite as inhuman as he may like to pretend he is. Internally, he is self-criticising and self-loathing. He feels inadequate, and constantly berates himself for not being "good enough". Sets himself to an unreasonably high standard, always striving for perfection, supressing the weakness.
He almost never lets down the mask. He has almost forgotten who he is without it. But he wasn't always this way...
Tradition. A word Carver quickly learned to hate. A concept that controlled his life, haunting every step he took. From the moment he was born, his fate had been decided for him. He came from a family of Demon Hunters, and it was his destiny to follow in the footsteps of his ancestors, to carry on that tradition. It was a path Carver had never truly felt devoted to, but no one ever cared to ask what he wanted, he was never given a choice, he always felt pressured to conform. Being all but forced into a fate he had never wanted... he hated it so much.
At first he played along, silently obeying as he trained alongside his brother, Eden. The two had been so close when they were younger, but there had always been an underlying feeling of jealousy. Eden had always been better than him - stronger, more skilled, and so eager to become a demon hunter. It was painfully obvious who the favourite child was. Carver felt hopeless, never able to live up to their father's high expectations, and overshadowed by the brother he could never equal. As he cracked under the pressure to do better, he began to grow withdrawn, putting up a barrier between himself and his family. He hardly spoke to Eden at all anymore.
But he wasn’t completely alone, because it was around that time that he met Kedron, and although Carver had never really been one to desire companionship, the two grew to be close friends. Kedron provided him a safe space where he was able to be himself, without pressure or judgement, and Carver appreciated having someone he could confide in.
The only problem... Kedron was a demon. Their friendship had to be kept secret, it was traitorous for them to even be talking. If his family found out, they would both be in danger. And yet, Carver didn't care. He wouldn't leave his only friend, and certainly wouldn't kill him.
Not all demons were evil, he realised this now. He realised they were people, not monsters. The code of the demon hunters had never felt right to him, but with this new perspective, he was beginning to realise just how deeply wrong his family's so-called "righteous cause" was. His father and brother, blinded by their closed-minded bigotry, were taking innocent lives. This wasn't noble. This was murder! This was genocide!
It was a horrifying reality to confront. The sheer disgust he felt toward his family's actions. How could he ever look at them the same way again? No longer was it merely a rebellious desire to fight back against fate, Carver refused to play a part in this any longer.
The barrier became a deep wedge. Much to his father's disappointment, Carver ceased his training. In fact, he ceased to speak to his family much at all. He was hardly around anymore, and even when he was, he was closed off and distant. He could not stand to be in that household, it was not his home anymore. Eventually the others began to notice something was amiss. Sometimes Eden tried talking to him, but was always pushed away. But their father - it was too much! Always scalding and berating him, it was as if he was trying to rip down that barrier and throw Carver onto the “right path” - and oh he hated it. How dare someone try to choose his fate? How dare someone try to tell him who to be!? He didn’t care if God himself had laid this path out for him. He was sick of hiding. He just wanted to be the person he was. He just wanted to get away from that damned “destiny”.
Eventually he couldn't take it anymore. After a particularly heated argument, he stormed out of that house in a fit of rage. He ran until he found Kedron, and he vented out all his frustration and anger and hate while his friend listened, calm and nonjudgmental as ever. When he had finally finished, Kedron gave him an offer - Carver could join him, sell his soul to become a demon.
At first it seemed crazy, it was blasphemous, but... This was the freedom he wanted. This was his chance to get away from everything, his family, his fate. He could choose who he was and take control of his own life. And with perhaps a little spiteful irony... It was perfect.
And so Carver accepted.
After the ritual to become a demon was complete, Carver left his old life behind, abandoning human society. With Kedron's help, he learned to live among demons in their world, learning their ways. He had no purpose or direction, but he enjoyed that freedom. He felt more at home than he ever had in his previous life. Finally he felt a sense of belonging, like this was where he was truly meant to be.
Occasionally he wondered about what his family was up to. What did they think had happened to him after his sudden disappearance? But he pushed away those thoughts as quickly as they came. He did not want to think about them, he hated them, and he let that hate fester into a smoldering rage.
He expected never to see them again. Until one day when he sought out Kedron, simply wishing to visit his friend, and found his bleeding, semiconscious body instead. Even as he lay dying Kedron laughed. How pathetic to be killed by not an angel, but two humans, the youngest of which wielding the divine weapon that dealt the fatal strike. The description Kedron gave confirmed without a doubt what Carver feared - those two demon hunters were his father and his brother.
And as his friend died in his arms, that hate and rage began to drown out everything.
Carver had vowed he would not kill innocents, but some people were far from innocent. Some people’s hands were stained with the blood of the innocent... and so they must pay in blood.
Some people deserved to die.
Starting with those damned demon hunters...
"You've stared at the sun for so long you've gone blind. Have you ever looked in the mirror and seen the blood on your own hands?"
[Brother] - Carver's older brother. Once, a long time ago, they were friends. But the close bond they shared in their early years was fractured as jealous rivalry and conflicting morals drove them apart, and destroyed completely when Eden murdered Kedron. Now Carver feels nothing but hate for the person he once called his brother... and a desire for revenge.
[Father] - Carver's Father. They never saw eye to eye, and so they argued a lot. Carver resented the way he was always putting so much pressure and expectations on him, always trying to make him into something he wasn't.
[Friend] - The first and only real friend Carver ever had. They had a lot of trust and mutual respect for each other, Kedron was the one person Carver ever felt safe to be himself around.
[Nephew] - Eden's wayward son. Carver is the one who turned Josh into a demon and thus owns his soul, therefore he feels a sort of obligation to watch out for him, even though he finds his nephew to be incredibly irritating.
[Enemy] - The leader of the demon hunters. Carver hates everything she stands for. The feeling is mutual.
"You may call us monsters, but you are the one who is evil."
