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 Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 12:26 am
The King of Hell just passed away, leaving all of Hell to his son. His son is a pretty dangerous person, but he knows what's what when ruling-Even Hell has to be ruled with justice. However, since he's still a Prince, everyone is after his place on the throne, and holy matrimony!
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 12:29 am
Rules
Follow Gaia's and my ToS or else!
PM me your profiles with the title Marriage Leads to Ruin
Use the profile skeleton i give you
No god moding/power playing/etc
PG 13 ONLY
I can add as many rules as I see fit
You will only receive TWO warnings of breaking the rules before I kick the bucket
GOOD GRAMMAR! BEFORE you post, CHECK your post. One or two grammars is fine, but if there are MORE, I will go crazy. It's alright if you realize the mistake after a post and THEN fix it, but make sure to fix it.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 12:34 am
Profile Skeleton
Username mad :
Name mad :
Age mad : (If you just died and went to hell, tell the age of what you look like in (...), and type-New Born before it)
Race mad : (Demon (If so, regular, animal type, elemental type, etc) Vampire, Werewolf, chimera, etc)
Orientation mad : (Straight, bi, gay, lesb, etc)
Likes mad :
Dislikes mad :
Abilities/Powers mad : (For example, if you are a fire demon, put fire control here. You may have no more than four powers)
Rank in Hell mad : (Warrior, soldier, spy on Earth, royalty, etc)
How you died mad : (State how you died and why you were sent to hell)
Strength mad :
Weakness mad :
Other mad : (Anything else you want to add?)
Bio mad :
Appearance mad :
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 12:50 am
CHARACTERS
XxXxUsername mad : Rikku-Liia
Name mad : Phobia
Age mad : 5762 ( Looks around 18 )
Race mad : Blood Demon
Orientation mad : Gender doesn't really mean much to him. He pretty much thinks he's Asexual. He's never loved anyone before.
Likes mad : Himself.
Dislikes mad : Many, many things. He hates it when people try to suck up to him or trick him, and loathes anyone that gives up when the going gets tough. The tough get going, not give up and get their asses kicked in his opinion.
Abilities/Powers mad : Fire control, enhanced strength, the ability to 'read' people, and a royal family trait that'll be revealed later on. Only Royals are blood demons, and they are a race all their own.
Rank in Hell mad : Last of the Royal Blood-Line.
How you died mad : He was born and raised in hell, so he was never a mortal, thus he has never died.
Strength mad : His family name, his powers, and his extremely dangerous attitude.
Weakness mad : Unknown.
Other mad : He was usually found sitting in his bed thinking. When his father was dying however, he never really slept much anymore, so never went to his room. After his father actually died, he was never the same.
Bio mad : He used to have a younger brother and three elder sisters, but his brother attempted to assassinate him. He was obviously unsuccessful. Phobia intended to force his brother into the way he used to be, but his brother murdered himself before Phobia could ever utter a word. His brother had killed the Queen, and his three sisters. The day was turned into a day of recognition, and was dubbed The Day of Blood.
Appearance mad : 
XxXxUsername mad : Banzai18
Name mad : Keir
Age mad : 3716
Race mad : Demon of Death
Orientation mad : Bi
Likes mad : his sword, getting the job done
Dislikes mad : slacking, people stalling they’re death
Abilities/Powers mad : The ability to take life
Rank in Hell mad : Reaper
How you died mad : Killed himself and in his religion if you kill yourself you get sent to hell. But not catholic. Some weird one.
Strength mad : His sister
Weakness mad : His sister
Other mad :
Bio mad : Keir and his sister, Jetta, killed themselves together because they were going to be separated. Keir was going to become a soldier in their countries military and their parents wouldn’t accept anything less if he came back without honors. (He planned to just let himself die there, but noooo his parents are mean.)
Appearance mad : 
XxXxUsername mad : Banzai18
Name mad : Jetta
Age mad : 3716
Race mad : Demon of Death
Orientation mad : straight
Likes mad : roses, finishing her work
Dislikes mad : not getting something done, people stalling their death, doing things alone
Abilities/Powers mad : The ability to take life
Rank in Hell mad : Reaper
How you died mad : Killed herself and in her religion if you kill yourself you get sent to hell. But not catholic. Some weird one.
Strength mad : Her brother
Weakness mad : Her Brother
Other mad :
Bio mad : Jetta and her brother, Keir, killed themselves at the same time. They couldn’t bear to be separated. Jetta was going to be married in some far off place with no one she knew or could care about. She really didn’t want to be alone.
Appearance mad : 
XxXxUsername mad : vampii_001
Name mad : Ishei Thyme (known as both Ishei and Thyme)
Age mad : 4783
Race mad : Soul Demon
Orientation mad : straight
Likes mad : poison, watching people in pain, fighting
Dislikes mad : idiots, weaklings, when people think they're better than her
Abilities/Powers mad : Controls darkness, enhanced speed, can manipulate earth, an excellent fighter in combat
Rank in Hell mad : Assassin, at the royal family's command; a top fighter
How you died mad : Past Unknown
Strength mad : brilliant minded; speed; brute strength; ability to get what she wants
Weakness mad : idk??
Other mad : n/a
Bio mad : past is unknown. when she arrived in Hell, she proved herself and her fighting abilities to the King of Hell, and he appointed her as his assassin, and she made a name for herself and is now a highly feared and honored demon that no one would be smart to cross.
Appearance mad : 
XxXxUsername mad : SoulPeche
Name mad : Joker
Age mad : New Born- 18
Race mad : Vampire
Orientation mad : Straight
Likes mad : Blood
Dislikes mad : Water
Abilities/Powers mad : Vampire powers (enhanced attributes, drinks blood, ect.)
Rank in Hell mad : Spy
How you died mad : Died in a climbing accident
Strength mad : being alone
Weakness mad : being a alone
Other mad :
Bio mad confused ??
Appearance mad : 
Username mad :
Name mad : Chase Darhe
Age mad : 123
Race mad : Fire Demon
Orientation mad : Bisexual. He'll take either in his opinion
Likes mad : Getting booze, and people easy to seduce....If you know what I mean
Dislikes mad : A lot
Abilities/Powers mad : Typical fire demon. Fire, inhuman strength, quick healing-he's incredibly smart
Rank in Hell mad : Warrior
How you died mad : Unknown
Strength mad : His battle skills, and knowledge
Weakness mad : Booze, and people that are hard to seduce
Other mad : He gets rather flirtatious when he's drunk
Bio mad : He's second in command to Hell's Army. Or...He WAS. He sort of has a drinking problem....
Appearance mad : 
Child appearance (He uses this when he's low on energy):
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 6:04 pm
This Role Play is now....OPEN!
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 10:09 pm
"Prince! Prince!"
A small, red skinned boy ran into a large room. In the room, a tall muscular teen stood next to a window looking out into the darkness as thousands of people were filing into the Hell Palace. It was the Day of Blood, and everyone was coming to pay respects before holding the Ball of Sorrow in the largest room of the Palace. His hair was deep, dark red at the roots, and spiked out to the peak of a wondrous bloody red tint. From his spikes, six long braids of blood red hair fell at his sides, capped off with golden talismans. They were ancient heirlooms that every royal had to wear. Another golden talisman was clasped around his neck, almost like a collar,, and he wore no shirt. Only a red silken robe at his hips that flowed to his ankles and was clasped by a a deep gold seal. His skin was surprisingly pale, and strange dark red markings carved his skin, covering his lower torso. His arms showed his physical strength, however his hands were a danger in themselves, for there were more markings, that prolonged into frighteningly sharp claws more than three inches long over his finger tips. They looked able to cut through diamond as if cutting through air. He looked so overpowering that it was hard to believe he was real. His face couldn't be seen clearly through his long bangs of blood. The demon boy took in air, nearly sucked in by this mysterious, lone figure. He was a messenger however, and knew he had to speak to this demon, or be punished. Taking a step forward, he found himself shaking from head to toe. "P..Prince?" He breathed, his eyes as large as saucers. The teenage royal turned majestically. "What is it?" He asked in a deep voice. That was his normal voice?! The boy was terrified....And astounded...."The mourning is over sir. The B-Ball of Sorrow is about to begin." He said, sucking his chest in to look at least a little tough. In Hell, territory and survival was nature. The royal demon stood still for a moment. Then a strange....sly smile reached his lips. "I see. Thank you. You may go now." He said. "I will be down shortly."
The boy nodded vigorously before walking gallantly out of the room. Once out of sight....He ran.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 10:26 pm
Keir lounged in a chair in the royal ballroom, his sister Jetta standing beside his. Both had jet black hair and pale skin. Keir sighed. He hated taking a day off work and letting those poor souls await thier judgment, but this happened every year. Every year it was the same. Just hell's souls coming to pay respects.
Jetter and Keir had already done that though. They lived in Hell's Palace because of they're job as reapers and taking people to Hell. They'd gotten used to the evil down here after living here for almost 4000 years.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 10:41 pm
A man came to the throne of the Ball Room. "I may announce with honor that the Prince of Hell has arrived." He said with a bow. His long nose and ironed suit made him look like a definite money grabber. Walking away, he joined the crowd. Everyone was excited. No one ever saw a Royal, because they had a private section in the palace, and only on holidays was one allowed to visit those areas. For most of the people in the room, this would be their first time.
There was a pause.....Where was the Prince?
"Thank you for coming." Came a deep voice. From behind curtains near the throne, a tall demon with blood red hair, and golden talismans walked to stand in front of the throne. "As it is the Day of Blood, I ask that you don't give too much of your sorrow to this Ball. This Ball was made to remind people that life is vital, and not something to be flitted away." His voice sent chills down the demons spines, and though he didn't really seem to care much for the Ball, his appearance made up for his lack of interest in this event. "Please enjoy yourselves to your full content." He said, before sitting down on the large, golden throne. It had been the King's, and seeing the Prince sit in it sent a sense of finalization through the crowd. The King was really dead. And he would not be coming back. Even Hell's creatures died. Their souls were recycled into new bodies. Even the Royalty could not escape death. As he sat, the buzz of chatter and laughter suddenly filled the large room, overwhelming and making everything all the more festive as one began to dance. Everyone looked to dance. The Prince did not. Though his face was half hidden, that may have been a good thing, for he had a glare most terrifying on his face, and fire had settled in his eyes...
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 10:52 pm
Keir almost scoffed. Of course life shoudn't be flitted away! As a reaper he would know. So would Jetta.
"Shall we dance?" Jetta outstretched a delicate hand towards her brother, her nails sparkling.
"Yes." Keir stood, taking her hand and leading her to the dance floor.
As they danced, Jetta and Keir, as well as everyone else, could feel the heated glare of the Prince of Hell
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 10:58 pm
After a while, the Prince sighed. His old servant man was coming over......With some stupid giggling harpies. Strutting their wings, and showing off their jewels, all the she-birds stopped, breathless in front of the throne.
Why me. He thought.
The man came up, giving a small cough. "Prince, these young ladies wanted to ask you to dance."He said in his majestic voice. He was sort of like the butler of the house. He knew how much the Prince would NOT want to dance, but he loved how he couldn't say no to things he usually could to at events like this. Which is why he TOLD the Harpies to ask to dance with him.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 11:12 pm
As Jetta danced with her brother, she wondered what her life would have been like if she hadn't killed herself. Of course, she wouldn't want to be somewhere alone with someone she couldn't trust, but she still wondered. She knew that if Keir ever knew these thoughts, he would be upset and feel discusted with himself that he'd made her kill herself for him. It wasn't all for him, though.
She was able to get a glance over at the prince, but scene was not as pretty as sight as he himself was. There were harpies. They were escorted by the butler, asking for the prince to dance with the "ladies". Golddiggers, she scowled, but then remembered her brother could see her. She relaxed her face again.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 11:30 pm
Sighing to himself, he stood up. The harpies gasped some more. Walking down the four stairs to the dance floor, everyone went silent. Grabbing some random harpie's hand, and started for the dance floor. The harpie melted in his firm grip, and looked up dreamily into his...bangs. Dancing, soon woman were lining up, tearing each others faces apart to dance with the Prince.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 11:40 pm
The siblings broke away from eachother as she prince seemed to glid across the floor. All the lady demons wanted to dance with thier prince. Truth be told Jetta was afraid to go line up. She wanted to but... would she be disrespecting him. He really didn't look like he wanted to dance.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 11:56 pm
After what seemed like hours of dancing, the old servant man bid the girls to let the Prince rest. Nodding, drooling, the girls stopped. As the Prince left towards his throne, he paused seeing Keir and Jetta. Walking over, he said "You two must be Keir and Jetta. I heard you two were doing a good job in your range." He said. For once everyone else in the dance hall had forgotten about the Prince to continue dancing with themselves and he was free to wander.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 11:59 pm
"Thank you, your highness." Jetta curtsied. Keir said nothing, but bowed.
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