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 Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 7:17 am
The Demons are the EXACT opposite of the Angels. They are creatures of the night and only care about there survival. They do not love, they do not like, and they do not care. They will walk right down the street and kill someone on the spot. Demons can have any type of power except wings. They also can not go overboard and start making there rp the most powerful person in this guild. So if you join this race, keep it to a limit. Demons are pure evil, which means they are against heaven. So we all know what that means, HOLY WATER! And a lot of it! But holy water isn't the only thing that can stop these creatures, I'm talking about crosses, pure light all that mombo jombo...and the more evil you are, the more it effects you. They feed on humans and travel in packs.
The Demons are the EXACT opposite of the Angels. They are creatures of the night and only care about there survival. They do not love, they do not like, and they do not care. They will walk right down the street and kill someone on the spot. Demons can have any type of power except wings. They also can not go overboard and start making there rp the most powerful person in this guild. So if you join this race, keep it to a limit. Demons are pure evil, which means they are against heaven. So we all know what that means, HOLY WATER! And a lot of it! But holy water isn't the only thing that can stop these creatures, I'm talking about crosses, pure light all that mombo jombo...and the more evil you are, the more it effects you.
Abilities:
Unlimited
Minus wings and never dieing...
Weaknesses:
Water
Light (Shadow demons only)
Holy Water
Being Ripped apart (They can not regenerate arms, legs, or...heads for that matter...!)
Crosses
Elders: Emute Cahors
Mods: Emute Cahors
The Elders- The most powerful Demons in the race. They Are treated like royalty and control the darkness. Sadly, this class does not fight, but, they are the only class that can turn others into demons. They have unlimited powers. (Note: Only Mods Can Be Elders)
The Hunters- Are the Demons that hunt and feed off of other humans. The mostly gather prisoners and feed them to their pack. There powers usually include fire, claws, teeth, and super hearing, strength, and speed.
The Healers- Are the mages of the race. They ALWAYS have to be female and are the only demons that can cast magics. Their powers usually include magic abilities, healing, chanting, summonings, and super hearing.
The Lost- Are the free-willed demons of the race. They can kill who ever they want and travel alone. They are so dark that the darkness consumed there soul and they usually have a dark past. There powers usually include super strength, super speed, super hearing, fire, a sixth sense, shape-shifting, and are the only demons that appear full human.
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Quote: Name:Emute Cahors Age: 389 Class:Elders Weapons: A sword, in which sluaghters with a slice, and a knife with her name engraved..she has a hawk named Fantasme..that attacks people, her guns are auto's which she can set to fire at a whim. Personality: She is well known as silent killer. She doesnt talk or when she does its a bunch of nonsense jibber jabber. She gets angered easily. so has llittle pateints. Her fights can get agressive when it comes to someone dear Appearance: (Pictures Are Aloud) Demonic Appearance: her with flesh cut the pic at the neck ^^;; best I could doo
her without her flesh
Emute born to a demon and a witch was more of a halfbreed, though her demon form showed up more in her d.n.a, She loved to medle in elements but hated to go by rules, she learned to take control over her demon form and can turn it off and on at an early age. She then grew to be a heartless witch, she hated being alone, but she hated people too. She had a friend a bird Fatasame, and that was all. When she got old enough to understand she became deadly, killing whome ever she pleased. When she was angry she would go out just to sluaghter, happy days she may have enjoyed the blood splashing everywhere. Depending on her mood depended on her killings. She was also very fast and intelligant hiding every move, every kill. She was quick to the touch and made the deaths fast in publcic like a slit or snap of the tail bone. When alone and quiet it would be a slow bleeding painfull death indeed. Her last incounter with someone she loves was a youger demon named Cal. She found him wounded in the woods, while she was on the run for shelter in the mid day. Cal had been wounded and helpless the sun hurting him more and weakening the demonic state his body was murged into. She had brough him with her to safe shelter. Wordlessly healing him ever step of the way. She tought him mostly of killing techniques, but never talked to him except for her nonsense talk.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 12:14 pm
Name: Zahra
Age: 221
Class: Hunter
Weapons: Claws, Teeth, Speed/Agility, White-hot Fire. Strength is unfortunately not one of her good points. Where she lacks in strength, she makes up for in speed.
Personality: Zahra is typically quiet even amongst her brethren, but surprisingly kind at heart for the job she does. She can be found reading about life in the human world in small candle-lit rooms of the hide out and occasionally day dreaming with a small smirk on her face. She takes a while to find trust in others, but once the trust is formed... it can never be broken. This is the main reason of her allegiance to the demons. No matter how much pleasure she finds in dreaming of being normal once again, she will never forget the gift given to her while in the face of death.
Appearance: (Picture Pending) Zahra is around 5'8" and albino. She found it a curse in her the generation of her birth where the albino were cast into dark holes of society to be forgotten. She shaved her head from frustration of the white fuzz that was not only unmanageable, but also a good way to get too many looks from others. With it shaved, she can at least pass as someone with bleached hair when she wears sunglasses.
She looks around 22, but has the innocent face of someone not yet 12. Her musculature is well defined and looks almost unnatural on her figure. She might remind someone of a European mixed with an Amazon. Her fingers are long, and often carry a slender piece of graphite along with a small carelessly bound sketch book. Most of her brethren wonder if she really is capable of killing so many people. Her eyes are almost piercing from the pale redish-pink tones, and change when provoked to demon form...
Demonic Appearance: (Picture Pending) Zahra's demon form is much longer and willowy than her human form. Her skin turns a harsh sullen purple like that of a corpse, and turns rough like leather. Her eyes bleed into complete red with no white in them, and her hair grows out into long spindrels whipping around her head. She often takes time to tie them before going on the hunt. The hair is the color of ash, and she leaves behind the faintest markings of white powder from an attack.She has a small tail that looks like the bony equivalent of a pit bull or similar dog.
Her claws are thin and long and look like black ivory. Her teeth are all pointed like the mouth of a lion, and she has small black ivory spikes trailing down both sides of her back from her shoulder blades to her tail.
Background story[Be detailed!]: Zahra was born to a small wealthy family in 18th century France during the reign of Marie Antoinette... Her family didn't take her presence well. The sight of her white skin and frail body repulsed them, and they locked her into a dank tower on a rarely used wing of their home. She would spend her days looking through the curtains, hiding from the sun. The sun had the power to poison her almost instantly. She would draw the people and their smiles. Their faces. She once saw Marie Antoinette herself ride down in a magnificent carriage.
One night, she decided to escape. It was easy, she stayed inside not knowing what was out there. She climbed out of the window and down a vine-covered arbor into the courtyard below. A small creature that looked to be a cat or something similar looked towards her and scampered away. Intrigued by it's appearance, she followed with haste. She was led to a brier filled patch of land far from the center of town, and she wondered if she should really be so lost as she was. She saw the creature flash by her, and before she knew it a bunch of briers had caught her ankle, she tripped, she fell into a hidden cavern down, down, down. Scratched and bruised, and barely alive from the fall. No light in sight. Nothing at all. She laid there, knowing she was going to dye. More alone than she ever was. Away from anyone. Even the ones that never knew she existed. She began to close her eyes and give in to the pain when she saw a small glowing light. Red. From the corner of the cavern. As she passed out, she saw a shadowy figure coming towards her.
The next thing she knew, she awoke in a small cabin with a small beam of light focusing on a bundle of papers. The captain was there. She looked, and tried to hide her face. He laughed, and said that from then on out... everything would be fine. The demon had saved her and brought her to a knew place. She resided in the thick of the forests of Austria for years till she and her small family of demons caught wind of an exciting new land. Yet to be taken by the wretched humans they lived with. Soon, she was on her way to America... And then years upon years of constant moving. They finally found a larger brotherhood of demons in LA where her creator left her. She said she had to go... And this is where she stayed.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 4:45 pm
Name: Cal Age: 273 years old Class: A Lost Weapons: Super Strength, Super Speed, Super Hearing, Fire, a sixth sense, shape-shifting. Personality: Cal speaks his mind, is quiet most of the time though. He’s not afraid to speak though. A loner, like all lost. Though a demon, he is kind to most people. I know, surprising. His short and quick temper often gets the best of him. Cal strongly believes in common sense, and will not hesitate to smack someone over the head, or worse, for their lack of common sense. Cal likes to walk, and if often just pacing the streets, or riding the subway. He likes to be underground, and therefore is there basically all mid-day, when the light is there. He can appear in the light, but, it feels a little like sunburn; Not very nice… Appearance:  (minus the daylight, this is pretty much Cal) Around 5’6”. Dark brown hair that covers his eyes, which is purposeful. His eyes are dark greenish grey, mostly grey. They never reflect his mood and are often empty and hard to define. Small and thin, but well built. Looks around the age of seventeen. Cal carries around a small book , covered in leather. His clothing remsembles that of a suit someone would wear in the mid 1700s. (Pictures Are Aloud) Demonic Appearance:  Grey, almost black eyes, rimmed in crimson. Cal gets slightly taller in this state, and has a bigger build (not as big as a personal trainer, etc. Pale, pale skin. More like a normal sized guy... But, size makes no difference in his case. His senses are jacked up even more, and he frequently gets rushes of adrenaline. Cal can not stay in his demonic state long, as it wears him out. After coming out of this state, he will appear exhausted, and probably is. He tries not to be in this appearance very long, if ever. Because of that, Cal often comes off of lazy, but it really is his size.
(Pictures Are Aloud) Background story [Be detailed!]: Cal was born in London, England in 1734. He doesn’t recall what date. He lived with his father until he was seventeen. They never got along, and, as you can tell, Cal had no mother. To this day, he doesn’t know were she is, or went. He distinctly remembers a young woman with dark eyes holding his hand in the busy streets of London. Cal remembers his angry father being upset and abusive all the time. Cal would hide, and run away from his father, but always had a sense that told him to come back. Cal’s father seemed to be afraid of Cal, but would still fight with him, yell, and even strike him with various things. Cal put up with it until he was fifteen. At that age he began fighting back. He would become as angry as his father, his guardian whom he loathed so much. During one fight, Cal felt a surge of anger pelt through him. This one was more powerful. He could feel himself getting stronger. After a few moments, the feeling left. Cal felt drained… His limbs were numb, and the new bruises from his father pained more than ever. He could feel a cut running down his cheek bone near his ear dripping blood onto his shirt. His father gave him a few more kicks, and left the house. Cal eventually felt strength to stand, and did so. The next time he had an intense brawl with his father, this came again. He was seventeen. The fight was brought on by his drunken father, who had needed someone to take his drunken rage out on. The two fought, and that powerful feeling came back. This time, Cal could feel his limbs actually growing; he dropped to the floor, screaming in pain. His father froze, frightened at was what happening. The pain receded, and Cal stood, looking up. His father’s face looked stunned, and afraid. He backed up. Cal blacked out at that point. He didn’t faint, because when he awoke, he was standing against a wall, his forehead leaned against it. He was confused. Cal looked at himself…His front side, and hands, were covered in blood. He could feel himself shaking, and looked around hurriedly. He saw his father on the floor, dead. Cal didn’t break down, as you would imagine. He stood there… He quickly changed his clothes, not wanting to liquid on him. He fled. As he was leaving, pacing down an alley, a small pack in his hands, that feeling came. His strength left him, and he dropped. He could feel his face hit the hard cobblestone street.. That was it. When he awoke it was night, and he felt tired, drained, like before. He stood shakily, gathering his bag and running through the streets again. He could hear the tapping of horse’s hooves on the street behind him, but he continued faster. He made it too the docks, and snuck on to a ship…He awoke in a forest, his bag of provisions gone. He was confused, and felt freezing…Colder than ever before… He stood slowly, seeing a small book bound in leather before him. Cal bent slowly to pick it up. He opened it to the first page, which was covered with beautiful, curved script. It read-
1. Do not go out in daylight. Ever. Avoid it at all costs.
2. Avoid anything associated with heaven (This includes the Bible, church, crosses, Holy water, etc.)
3. Don’t waste energy with petty things.
4. Avoid humans.
Cal remembers walking and walking through the wood. He lost track of days, months, years… Cal remembered crying and feeling misery, seeing his father again. He was scared, and hallucinating for years on end.. He didn’t age, didn’t eat…. He could feel himself falling, and blacking out….Cal could feel his long healed scar, imprinted in his skin by his father, bleeding once more… Then strong arms surrounded him, pulling him out of his suffering. Emute Cahor had found him, crumpled in a heap near the outskirts of L.A. Once Cal awoke, he felt revived. He was stronger, but still distraught. Emute stuck with him for some time, wordlessly helping him get better…
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 3:29 pm
Name: Shou Age: 500 Class: The lost Weapons: Katana Personality: Appearance:  Demonic Appearance:  Background story[Be detailed!]: Ever since Shou died he had no heart, he had no emotions, only hate. He lived most his life as a trained mercanary, but he got mixed with the wrong people, the devil. Now, he's been turned into a demon for hundreds of years.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 3:39 pm
Name: Jaken (JAH-ken) Tora Akurei ((Nicknames: JT, Jake, Tigger, Pumkin, The Footer)) Age: 1,755 yrs old (or 17 1/2 in his opinion) Class: The Lost Weapons: Hand-to-Hand combat, his magic skills Personality: Bisexual, Happy-Go-Lucky, very laid-back, a bit secretive, loud, optimistic, energenic, perverted, determined, stubborn, at times he can be a bit apathetic, can be selfish, if some situations do not involve his interests he doesn't care, can be very cruel, had MSD (multiple soul disorder), kind, loving, caring, family man, very proud, has deep self-issues (a bit mentally unbalanced), accepting, picky with people he sleeps with, stands up for what he believes in (mainly friends.), curious, spontanious Appearance:    Background story[Be detailed!]: His demon mother Shinsei was a Tiger demon along with his father Safaia. When Jaken was born, he was cursed with another soul inside him that was an ancient Beast said to be created by Lucifer himself. When his mother had saw the markings on Jakens body indicating the Beast, she was immediately repulsed and had sent Jaken away, abandoning him. Jakens eldest brother Verulam had raised him. Being with Verulam Jaken studied alot, training himself to fight, how to use magic, and also improving his smarts. Jaken also used to have a long period of when he slept with just about anyone, until the time he had found out for about fifty years he had been sleeping with his own sister. Not only did he have twin boys, but he didnt sleep with another woman for twenty years--- causing him to have his bisexual streak. Jaken had also slept with an angel master to retrieve what was called a ShiTenshi, or Angel of Death, so he could use it to kill himself. Jakens demon father had a special regeneration gene, making him extremely quick to healing, and very hard to die.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 1:58 pm
Name: Wilhemina Davenport( AKA Wil or Mina) Age: ancient. She used to be a senior angel in heaven. Class: The Healers(even if she doesn't do much healings wink Weapons: empathy(leftover from her angelic life. Her favorite use of it is to enrage a person, and then feed off of their anger), a broadsword, Wingslice, which is mostly a weapon of the angels, but can kill any type of creature. When wielded, it has a set of phantom wings, that can only be seen by the intended victim. claws, fangs, the usual. She can also shapeshift, but only to the point of changing her human features. No animals. Personality: She is vengeful and angry, and she doesn't like anybody. She can barely tolerate other demons. SHe absolutely hates angels with an almost impossible passion. Appearance:  Demonic Appearance: Background story: She used to be an angel. Then she was caught with her friend, Sameth Angellus, drinking in heaven. God cast them both out, and while Sam continued to work for Good, Wil became an evil and sadistic demon. She has no compassion. She'd sooner kill a kid than look at it. She hates Sameth above all others. She never understood how he could still believe in good after they were treated so unfairly. Now her only goal in life is to kill her old friend, and send as many others with him as she can. Now, when she's not out, you know, doing... demon stuff.... she runs a bar/diner thing in the city. It's known as Wil's Satanic Bar and Grille, and she totally cashes in on the mortal need for a dangerous thrill, while still serving the immortal patrons. While she does have an incredible bias against the angels and other such forces of good, she holds a stict no tolerance policy for violence inside the building. There's a pen out back for that kind of thing.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 3:19 am
b]Name: elizabeth aka liz Age: 19 but really more in her 50's Class: the healer Weapons: she can heal control the elements earth and water, super hearing, can use other maigc just doesent know it yet  the gun can release her magic through and still shoot someone like a regular gun, she does not use it as often since she is very kind. Personality: kind, caring, very generous, and if she considers you a friend over protective, she does have a mischieves side which she tries to hide from others, for she is afraid to hurt them. Appearance: (Pictures Are Aloud)  without the wings, i just needed a picture that showed her eyes and hair change too Demonic Appearance: (Pictures Are Aloud) (Pictures Are Aloud)  she is the one with the purple hair Background story[Be detailed!]: liz, watched her whole entire family get killed before her, because she refused to use her powers against them. after that she was put in a dungeon so she could die there, that when the castle was under attack and she was able to escape, since then she has been living in L.A watching the shadows carefully, trying to help humans and other creatures that cant defend themselves.
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Posted: Sun Sep 16, 2007 7:11 pm
Name: Xagetta Blackthorn Age: Human::20 Demon:200 Class: The Lost. Weapons: Inchanted fire blades ( Hellforge,Infernos) Which take the form of 2, 3" long swords, Claws, and Fangs ((Demon Form)) and a powerfull 5ft." long broadsword, with a blood redblade, and rubies incrested int the handle, (CrimsonBlaze). ((New,)) Personality: A full-blood demon at birth, this fugitive from hell, is a powerfull ally and an even more powerfull foe. Evil and Ruthless, this demon will stop at nothing to complete his goal, His inchanted twin fire blades, combined with his control over fire, make for a deadly combination. Twisted, Vengefull and Cruel, he will torture his victoms, only to see them squirm in pain, Proud, Cocky, Sadistic and alittle Sarcastic, he respects few, and fears even less, those who earn his respect are bound to him for life, the mear mention of his name summons him, His pholisiphy is: Those who do not earn there strength, Do not deserve it. His powers were sealed long ago, after the battle of Heaven's Gate. ((recently broken)) Appearance:  Demonic Appearance:  Background story[Be detailed!]:Once, the General of Hell's army, he lead the demonic rebelion against the gates of Heaven. Though, the battle was fearce, his victory was denied. For his failier Diablo, King of Demons, striped him of his title, and his powers. His mighty blades HellForge, The Scurge of Heaven, and Infernos, The Sword of The Angel of Death, were to be locked away for all of eternity. Xagetta was then sent to the darkest pits of hell, where he would remain for all time, or so they thought. Before they could cast him into the darkness, he escaped his captors, re-claimed his swords, and flead to the mortal world. Upon his wake, he relized his apperince was altered, his demonic form, changed by the gates of Hell. "Curse you, Diablo. Does your treachery know no end?" Said Xagetta, discusted by his human form. He looked at his blades and to his surprise they also had changed as well, his once proud firery blades apperared as 3ft." long swords, and it was clear to him, the portal was designed to hide demonic magic. "Verry well, If I am to live as a human, then so be it!" Said Xagetta, as he rose from the ground. "I will regain my power, and when I do, Diablo, the glory of hell WILL be mine. But first I must learn how to break this spell, and obtain my glorious former self." And with that he set out on his venture, for power, and VENGENCE!!!
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