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Name: Zexyl
Race: Demon
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Height: 5'8"
Age: 20
Ethnicity: British
Personality: Zexyl is a bit of a brat. He cares little for others, but expects everyone to drop what they're doing to cater to his needs. Zexyl's attitude has gotten him into trouble plenty of times before. The little prince has been left for dead before but still has no interest in changing his ways. Zexyl tends to be lazy and has other do this work for him, then proceeds to throw a little fit if the person refuses. He refers to others as "peasant" or "slave" due to him being more of a princely type male. He also feels that he is above all life forces and expects everyone to follow his demands. Aside from being arrogant, he enjoys playing pranks. He's terrified of women.
History: Zexyl grew up a sheltered life. He knows not how to interact with others and was always taught his race was superior to others. His father never permitted him to play like children did growing up, no matter how much he begged. Zexyl had an abusive childhood, now any sort of affection the boy receives confuses him and he's not sure how to react. Once his father passed away, the boy became very childish finally experiencing the joys his father never allowed him to do. His mother was never in the picture, Zexyl's father always avoided the topic and would tell him she was dead. The thought of his mother never left him, though it's not a major priority of his, he does hope to find her some day. If she is alive.
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Additional information: His hammer is not drawn to scale. ( Obviously I hope. ) The handle is long and thin, while the top part is huge. Almost as big as Zexyl himself. Similar to Korosu's Xo, Zexyl's hammer is also alive. He calls it Vortanto and cherishes the thing.
Writing sample: Confused by the actions of families and strangers he'd see throughout the day, he couldn't decide what was considered normal in this world. He would spend hours mimicking different people, but could never decide what felt right to him. Zexyl would run off deep into a nearby forest to practice. "Now Candice you can't do that ! Think of the shame you'll bring to this family if you don't grow up !" He scolded a nearby tree with a whiny voice. He felt stupid and laughed it off. "I'll never understand these mortals." He flopped down and rubbed his head. "I don't see why I should do this anyway, but it's been proven how I act will get me into troubles. But if I attempt to change am I still considered being myself or just improving my ways ? So many questions and only myself to answer."
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2015 8:57 am
Name: Draugur
Race: Demon/Ghost
Gender: Male
Height: 6'
Age: Appears to be around 25
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Ethnicity: Icelandic
Personality: He's laid back. Draugur can be a bit headstrong when it comes to doing things his way. Other than that he tries to stay out of the way. Draugur spends most of his time trying to finish the mission he's been given, tends to procrastinate and give up often. He's considered living the rest of his life a ghost, but still wishes to return to his human life.
History: He's on a mission to rekindle his life back. Long ago, meaning probably 5 years ago, Draugur lost his life in a fatal accident, memories of said accident has been lost. He had made a deal with Satan himself to regain his life back. The rule was to haunt the world and collect 1,000 souls and his life would be returned. Ever since that day, the poor ghost has been hunting and hunting. During the 5 years as a ghost he has successfully captured 100 souls. Sounds impressive, but much more is expected for the time period. The necklace Draugur wears captures and seals the souls he gains. It glows dimly for now, the brighter it gets, the more souls he has.
Weapon: His huge a** arms, like whoa.
Additional information: Draugur has huge arms that do not connect to his body. They tend to drag on the floor, but he can move them with ease.
Writing sample:"Oh come on you idiot ! How difficult could this be? How foolish were you to even attempt this job. Oh yeah, no problem Mr. Satan, I'll collect 1,000 souls for you ! No problemo ! Idiot. How did you even assume this would be easy ?" Draugur sighed and ran his giant fingers through his hair. He punched a nearby wall, making the building shake a little. He couldn't stand how many times he's accepted doing a job without thinking it through. It seemed simple enough, kill and don't get caught. Sadly he didn't expect the killing part to be hard. People die everyday, every second, why was this so hard for him ? Was it his timing or did Satan set him up for failure ? Countless possibilities raced through Draugur's head everyday. He knew his questions would never be answered, they were just stupid thoughts. Pondering the reasons wouldn't help him get to his goal any faster.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2015 10:13 am
Name: Korosu Mukuro
Race: Elf/Demon
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Demisexual
Height: 5'8"
Age: 19
Ethnicity: American
Personality: Ah, Korosu, my main babycake. She is also my yandere. When she's not stalking her person of interest, she locks herself away in her home. She doesn't enjoy contact with other. Korosu is full of smart responses and can be rather cruel. Her horrid past has changed her from a loving little girl to a scared, distant "monster." Korosu has a strong hate for others and refuses to waste her time with people.
History: Once born, Korosu had an ice demon dwelling within her. It wasn't until she was around 5 when her parents found out about the demon from someone higher up. The fear within her parents, and everyone else who were alerted, had taken control of them. The adults ignored her, the children tormented her. Alas, on her 13th birthday she fell weak and the demon in her took control. It killed everyone and destroyed every building within that town. Once she awoke the next day, she didn't recognize her surroundings. Her hair went from black as night to a blanket of snow. Her left eye changed to an icy blue. Memories of that night still haunt her. Her skin became as cold as ice. She wears over sized clothes and avoids human contact to keep her secret, well, a secret.
Weapon: Scythe/magic
Additional information: Korosu has curse marks throughout her body. They lie on her hands, biceps, and outer thighs. These marks are an icy-like blue eye. She has one on bother of her hands, two on each bicep and one big one on each thigh. Her scarf has a giant silver ball on the end, it is alive. Korosu has named him Xo and he's been with her for countless years serving as her only friend.
Writing sample: She sat on her bed, reading her book of spells. She's read the book at least 3 today. Korosu loved the feel of the pages between her fingers. Korosu never did much, leaving her house was always out of the question. "Why deal with them when I have you ?" She giggled. "You're all I really need, Xo." She smiled, laid her book down, and huggled the little head thing. Korosu turned off her lamp and laid down. "As long as I have you, nothing else will ever be needed."
Personality: Krolik is a bit timid at times due to his race being scarce. When in battle, he's a ruthless man. He'll stop at nothing until the victory has been claimed. He has excellent hearing makes him not easy to sneak up on. His hearing rang reigns from a mile away. He's never experienced love and isn't quite sure what it is. Though it's not a main priority of his, he knows it'll help when it comes to repopulating his species.
History: Krolik spent his childhood in hiding from hunters. This process started way before Krolik was born. Once he grew older, the elders of his race were planning a revolt against these hunters. His mother and him enlisted and endured tough training for what was to come. As the day of the attack approached, everyone was in position. As they saw the savages on the horizon, each Taguel transformed into their beastly bunny form and charged to attack. In all, it was a devastating victory. Krolik's race won, but not many survived, including his mother. All the remaining Taguels dispersed trying to repopulate in different areas of the world to help their race to grow again,
Weapon: He transforms into a giant bunny. Whoa.
Additional information: He has two scars. One across his nose and the other on his chest. His left ear is torn at the bottom.
Writing sample: The bunny glanced around the battlefield. Some savages managed to escape, but badly injured. Those bastards won't make it far before bleeding out. Krolik had cuts on his body, it wasn't anything major. He'd heal in no time. He did gain scars diagonally across his chest and across the bridge of his nose. The bunny stayed by his dying mother's side, his eyes watering. "I know you said for me to be strong, but you never could've prepared me for the day I lose you. A tear rolled down his cheek and his mother gave him a weak smile. She told him that it would've happened sooner or later, she'd always be with him no matter where he was. With the little energy his mother had left, she took the broken necklace she always wore and tucked it into her son's hand. From that day on, the gem that was attached to it would forever lie on his right glove, in memory of her.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2015 5:33 pm
*Important Note: If Orja is chosen, 99.9% chance Valadar will be with him. Name: Orja
Race: Demon
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Height: 5'8"
Age: Appears to be 22
Ethnicity: Finnish
Personality: Orja is my sadomasochist. He enjoys the torture his master can dish out. This little cutie is rather sweet towards others, and can be very loving. He usually bothers Valadar, his master, but when he's not around Orja can be a social butterfly.
History: COMING SOON TO A THEATER NEAR YOU !
Weapon: v u v Another transforming bby.
Additional information: Orja is considered blind. Though he has one eye left after a little incident, he only uses his eye in combat. It's a pale purple and once the eye hits sunlight it glows and Orja gets all beastly.
Writing sample: Orja awoke to the chirping of birds outside the window. His hair a mess and no trace of his master still in the bed. Orja laid back down, not quite ready to get up yet. He pulled his hair out of his ponytail and ruffled the little ball of mess that laid upon his head. "Hmph, I guess Master's already up. I didn't get my morning cuddles." The boy sighed, still lying down. The little slave always loved waking up before Valadar, that way he could force his Master to give him some sort of affection before the day truly started. Most of the time Orja sleeps in and usually misses his chance.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2015 5:34 pm
Name: Valadar
Race: Incubus
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Height: 6'
Age: Appears to be 28
Ethnicity: Romanian
Personality: Valadar is a sadist due to events of his past. Valadar likes to believe he is above everyone else. He enjoys spiting others, it's considered a past time for him. Valadar can be surprisingly nice when he chooses to be. He gets angry easily, and usually resorts to violence.
History: Being born into slavery, Valadar worked hard as one since the day he was 8. He had the strictest master, everything had to be perfect. When something was amiss, Valadar would be beaten senseless, sometimes 'til the point he was almost lifeless. Once in a blue moon, his master wouldn't beat him as badly, but he would still be badly wounded. Once he started to become weak and ill-suited for work his Master wanted nothing to do with him. He stopped feeding Valadar and took away everything the man needed to survive. His Master wanted him to suffer. Any slave ill-suited for the simplest jobs was not permitted to take another breath. He wanted Valadar dead, it was his main priority.
His Master was a man close to his sixties with not much hair on his head and a big unkempt beard. His stomach was large, like his appetite and he would often "poke fun" at all those around him. He considered himself higher than anyone, even those of a deity. His Master never cared unless it was to benefit him. This man had many wives, whom also worked as slaves for this man. They weren't pushed as far as Valadar was because they still needed strength to bear his child. Sadly for those who were barren, they were executed as soon as possible.
Valadar knew how his Master felt, but there was still so much the man could still do. He was trying his best to stay strong even with the revoking of important necessities for his survival. He managed to hold on for another few years. His recovery was slow, but soon his Master began granting back all he had took away, except in smaller portions. He used to feed Valadar a bowl of food, now he was lucky enough to get a spoonful. He used to have a bed, it wasn't the best bed in the world, but it was better than what he was given now. The teenager only had a pillow and small blanket. His Master had told him to be grateful he even granted Valadar with that much. In the winter Valadar had suffered frostbite, but it was never to the point it was considered terminal. During the summer he would suffer from heat stroke and his Master wouldn't care. He still demanded such tasks from the child.
It wasn't until Valadar fell deathly ill again that his Master had revoked everything granted back to the incubus. The wives of this man would take care of Valadar in secret, providing him with food they managed to steal and would even offer their own bed to the child. This was how Valadar was able to recover and still keep his life without his Master being suspicious. It went on for 5 years, until Valadar was 14, that his Master was beginning to catch on. He noticed food was beginning to disappear and witnessed one of his many wives stealing. Of course she was punished. She lost her right hand and was threatened with death if she didn't confess the thought behind her actions.
She was never heard from again.
Fear laid within the hearts of these girls but still they continued to look after the incubus in his time of need. Another 5 years had passed until his Master finally discovered what was going on. The wives were sent to be punished along with Valadar. It was sentenced to be the last time they were to see the light of day. They were all taken to different cells; the wives in one, him in another. They couldn't see each other, all they could hear was the blood curdling screams of one another.
His Master had walked into his cell one night to finish him off. Of course Valadar knew it was coming, he had a plan ready to be sprung. The night before Valadar figured a way to get his cuffs undone. It was his time now to finish this tyranny once and for all. Awaiting for his Master to approach close enough, he broke free from his chains and attacked. Valadar gripped the fat b*****d by his neck and repeatedly bashed it into the cell gates and on the hard floor until he was no more. With the key still being in the cell door he grabbed them and released the ladies before the guards noticed what had happened.
The wives were now widows and free. They begged Valadar to stay with them, but he was set on leaving and starting anew. There was no changing his mind. With their new freedom the ladies started up an orphanage where they would care for those abandoned as if they were their own with the riches they received from their dead husband. Valadar had much respect for these women and for what they’ve done.
The now free incubus traveled far from the country of Romania. With no set destination, he made his way to Finland by age 20. There he stumbled upon a mansion where he met a slave like him, one with an abusive master as well. Valadar didn’t know he was crossing on private property until a man with red hair came running up to him to warn him. This slave had the brightest purple eyes Valadar had ever seen. They were so full of hope even through the pain this man had been through. He had learned the name of this slave, it was Orja.
He visited this slave at the same time everyday, when the slave was forced to do the yard work. They would talk in the time it would take him to complete his chores. They would laugh and have a good time together. When Valadar would see the slave had a new wound or bruise, he would hold Orja close for a few minutes so his Master wouldn't become suspicious. He deeply care for this man. It wasn't until a few months later that Orja just stopped showing up. Valadar would come same time everyday, but there was still no sign of the slave.
Growing worried of what happened to the red haired man, Valadar decided to do some snooping of his own. Making sure to be stealthy and quiet, he looked into different windows before finally finding Orja. Something was different about him; he had a blood stained blindfold on and bandage wrapping on his chest. Unsure how to feel, Valadar left for the day. He had planning to do.
The next day had come, it was early in the morning. He could see Orja opening the curtain of what he assumed to be the bedroom. Luckily there were vines running down the wall under the balcony connecting to the room Orja was currently in. Quickly and carefully he climbed until he reached the balcony. The door was open wide enough for Valadar to sneak in. The incubus couldn’t stand to see another defenseless demon be tormented. There was no sight of Orja’s Master, but there was motion in the bathroom. Orja was running the bath and little chuckling was heard coming from the same room. Slowly sneaking in he saw a woman in the bathroom. It didn’t take much effort of his to end her life, it was rather simple and gave him such a rush. He immediately took Orja with him, saving him from that personal hell.
Writing sample: As level headed as he could be, Cass could never resist the luxuries of yarn. Excitedly, he became close to the ground and pounced on the ball. It was a big ball at that, big enough to be a rubber ball children often play with. As he rolled around in it, he became tangled in it. "Uh.. Damnit. A little help ? I'm stuck.." He struggled within it, just getting more tangled in it. Cass sighed as he was freed from the mess. "As fun as it is, it's not hard for me to get tangled. Heh, once I had to walk around covered in it until I found some scissors. I should really buy a pair." He rambled on as he cleaned up the now cut ball of yarn.
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Posted: Sun May 24, 2015 5:36 pm
Art by Eroth Name: Kyuugi
Race: Wolf
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Height: 5'9"
Age: 24
Ethnicity: Japanese
Personality: Kyuugi is a courteous man, but it won't stop him from being honest. He's generally a risk taker, it's exciting for him. Kyuugi can be ambitious when it comes to things he's passionate about. He's not much of a curious man, he sticks to the things he knows. It works better for him in the long run. Kyuugi is considered loyal and trustworthy to others, it would seem he doesn't have a bad bone in his body. Occasionally the wolf can be affectionate, he enjoys some pets here and there. He's not big on romance, it doesn't seem to interest him so much.
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2015 8:59 pm
Name: Jynx
Race: Witch/Human
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Questioning
Height: 5'4"
Age: 18
Ethnicity: American
Personality: Jynx can be a serious one. She can come off as rude, but once she opens up she can be very caring. She's known for zapping people with lightning when they anger her. Jynx can be a bit of an attention seeker when it comes to certain people. She'll try anything to get their attention, even setting them on fire. Did I mention she can be a bit violent ?
History: Growing up Jynx was the only supernatural being in her town. Her mother had taught her to conceal her magic in fear of the reactions of others. Jynx kept up the act for awhile, she blended in for years. No one suspected a thing, it went well. Until one horrid day. A couple of kids approached her, one by one, taking turns beating her. Many were crowded around and watching as the child was getting attacked. Unable to conceal it anymore, she struck them with lightning. The faces around her stared in shock but then soon enough, disgust. Since that day, she earned the name "Jynx," taking it with pride even though it was meant as an insult. The little witch can't remember her real name whatsoever. She learned of the place of Janhall and just had to see it for herself. She felt like she'd belong there, and moved their not long ago.
Weapon: Tome, yo
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Writing sample: Jynx puffed out her cheeks. These streets were confusing, she couldn't find anything. The little witch was lost. Looking around, practically walking in circles. "Hey ! Excuse me, sir-" She was growing annoyed, and everyone she asked ignored her. She took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on her surroundings. There was too many people to even see the stores around. She sighed and just continued walking straight ahead. Jynx came across a little dinner and decided she was a bit hungry. Jynx checked her pockets, she sighed when she realized she didn't have any money. Her stomach growled loudly, but she sadly had to ignore it and carry on. "Just great. Hopefully i can get home soon, I gotta have some food there. I mean, I should."
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2015 9:03 pm
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Name: Zeit
Race: Demon
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Demisexual
Height: 6'3"
Age: Appears to be 24
Ethnicity: German (No accent)
Personality: Zeit is kind of a reserved man. He suffers from resting b***h-face, but is usually pissed off at the world as well.He doesn't talk that much, but mostly everything he says is a witty smartass remark. Zeit doesn't enjoy friends, he considers himself a lone wolf and pushes everyone away. Zeit doesn't allow others to get close to him, it's rare for him to get attached to others.
History: Zeit had a normal life growing up, nothing to really complain about. He had his group of friends like everyone else. Zeit grew close to a girl named Tera. She was a good friend and thought of him as a big brother. He would protect her and comfort her whenever she needed it. One day their town was raided by savages, many lives were lost. He lost his arms in combat, but was saved by a spell cast on him by an old friend before her passing. Dealing with a great loss, Zeit grew cold and distant. He didn't want to go through the pain of losing another friend. He didn't want that pain to resurface, he forever missed Tera. Zeit didn't want to relive the feelings he and Tera shared, he considered her family. With her passing he vowed to never get close to another being again. The burden was too much for him to bear, it was like his heart shut off.
Weapon: Knives
Additional information: His arms are nonexistent, unless he applies clothing.
Writing sample: As he walked the streets, he avoided eye contact with every face passing him by. Children asking their parents what was up with his arms, but not knowing the answer themselves. Hush little children. You wouldn't understand, you're too young to understand.. Hopefully you will never have to endure the pain I have. He thought, sighing silently to himself. Zeit continued on his way, picking up his speed a little. He wasn't ashamed of what he looked like, he considered it a gift, but it also served as a grim reminder.
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