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 Posted: Tue Aug 11, 2009 11:45 pm
Username: FateContraMundi Character Name: Nyarlath Naut'shinder Subrace: Oni Age: 961 Appearance:  Clothing: Layered upon by thin leather, and beneath the leather lays a small thin layer of Daemonic armor. It reeks of a corrupted aura and develops to become stronger from every drop of blood spilled upon it from battle. Horns that are also covered by the same armor, it also holds the same aura, but seems to be more alive. Weapons:  L' Uuthli Cryso The blade of Fate, it is of a series of blades that the user can never rid of after gaining the blade. It stays till the user dies or is killed, then it will search for a new owner. It also feeds off the user's life, but grows more powerful and durable as the user progresses. The history of the blade goes back countless years, every owner of the blade was killed in battle, but the blade itself still searches for an owner to fuse with. But the story has yet to be proven.  Gespenst Jager Two cestus-like blades, both imbued with the Aura of the user, and feeds off his life and in exchange, gives him strength and power. But from taking his life, the user also can barely heal himself. Personality: A very quiet person, likes to keep to himself, but stays to the side. Always observing what happens around him, and takes heed of everything that is said and heard. Also hates to talk to anyone but keeps his Honor and respect for this more powerful and the Elders. He fights battles with a warriors pride but despises most with a killing intent. Background Information: He suffered from Amnesia a few years ago and remembers bits and pieces of his past, but seldem ever thinks on it, for he thinks it is a waste of effort. But he remembers that he once was in a way, "Immortal", but he threw it away, feeling that being Immortal is an advantage against his opponents in a fair battle. He fought with honor and pride, and respected his opponents, wether it be to the death, or training. Nyarlath always has a deep respect for those that defeat him and the Elders, for both hold great respect with him. But after a few years, he kept avoiding most after he remembered the rest of his past but started to go on an "Expedition" around the world in search for relics, artifacts and weapons to store in the Sanctum he lives in, even though he has no use for the relics and artifacts, he uses them as a simple decoration, and to mock the Humans and watch as they try finding it on their own.
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 9:04 pm
Username: Marinalla
Character Name: Kara
Subrace: Animalian
Age: 16
Appearance: Human Form: She looks like this but only with red and blue eyes. http://www.quizilla.com/user_images/W/WH/WHI/whitetiger24333/1201381090_normal_026.jpg
Animal Form:
Clothing: She likes to wear kimonos but she also wears skinny jeans and a hoodie when she's not in a kimono.
Weapons: She mainly uses her claws but she also has two razor sharp blades strapped to her back under her hoodie.
Personality: She is very athletic, lazy at times, and even is childish from time to time.
Background Information: When she was five her mother and father were killed by a vampire. She had to go through the other plane without no one to help her. After awhile she found a gang and joined. She grew up in the gang and learned how to fight from them. The leader of the gang grew very close to her but she didn't share his feelings. When she got her chance she went through the veil to the other side. After roaming awhie she came into New York City. There she signed up to go to school so no one would get suspicious of her being in the streets all day. Once she is out of school for the day she tries and locates more Animalians who can help her go against vampires.
She can also make anyone believe anything she says. Though it takes alot of energy to do it so she can only do it once maybe twice a day. Kara has a older brother named Shade. He is a panther. Eariler in her life Kara and her brother witnessed their parents' deaths. Ever since then she had an alternate spirit in her body. This spirit can only come out once every ten years for about a week. There has to be a blue half moon out which only occurs once every ten years.
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 10:29 pm
Username: Ariun_Heart_Breaker
Character Name: Ariun Nastula
Subrace: Incubus
Age: 18 (2191 really though)
Appearance: 5'9" with Medium length black hair and Deep blue. His body is slender but toned. He is good looking with no marks or scars on his body and his skin is a dark tan, like a native Americans skin. Though when he uses his powers at all his hair turns a dark silver and his eye's become a vibrant Yellow and his nails become long and sharp.
Clothing: He normally wears a pair of black jeans and a matching black shirt that forms to his body and shows it off. His jeans though are loose enough to hide a few weapons.
Weapons: One 12 in. blade, six 3 in. blades, and one black and silver 9mm gun with two extra clips
Personality: Neutral - Lives mostly for himself and anyone he 'cares' about
Background Information: Ariun has always been a bit of a nice guy on the outside, but he's had to deal with some less fortunate company and in the end, he learned to protect himself. Having been in the humans world he acted out his fantasies that he could reach out for and grasp. He found humans Intriguing in their own respect. So he spends his time watching them as they play their games without reading their minds to get a better Idea of how they work. He also spends some of it watching the Werewolves and Vampires and how much like humans they are, yet how far away. This is one of his pleasures here. The other is finding a nice man to keep him company through the night... though maybe he could find one for many?
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 7:29 pm
Username:
Shinigami of the Dark
Character Name:
Shinigami
Subrace:
Oni
Age:
Unknown
Appearance:
Clothing:
Shinigami's attire consists of black cloth wrapped around his entire body, save for his right shoulder where a tattoo lies. The black cloth is kept on his body by straps that appear around his body. He also has a pair of black wings, which feel extremely cold to the touch. He wears a mask over his mouth, which is used to pump an unknown gas into his system, which puts him in a calmer state of mind, keeping him in his half human form, preventing him from turning into his true demonic form, which is in turn capable of destroying buildings with ease. Think of it a sort of a suppressor for his power.
Weapons:
Katana of Karlifax
Shinigami's only weapon is the Katana of Karlifax, which he forged from the deepest pit of shadows in Abrasax, an immeasurable time ago. It is carried on him, and there is a price for forging such a sword: you may not be separated from it. The sword thrives on the blackened souls of those it kills. It is connected to Shinigami, and it is impossible to separate him from the sword, because of their deep, dark connection. If indeed taken away from Shinigami, even 3 feet away from him, it simply dissolves into a cloud of shadow, reappearing strapped to Veroen’s left side, or in his right hand. It has yet another special effect: It absorbs a small fraction of a person's soul whenever it touches them. It completely absorbs their soul whenever they die by the hand of this sword. He is a Master of the Katana of Karlifax, and has no equal in his skill with it.
Shinigami also has a tattoo on his right shoulder, which gives him a connection to the shadow, as well as his sword, allowing him to appear and disappear as he pleases. He may manipulate all shadow that is near him, as well as absorbing the shadow for other purposes such as conjuring different creatures among many other things. He can also make the shadow around him in whatever shape he so desires. He may also use this effect as a weapon, if he so desires it, giving him quite the advantage in the dark. He may even use his own shadow as a shield, and as a weapon.
Personality:
Silent, and observant, does not take kindly to threats and hostility towards himself. He keeps control of himself, but he is yet very powerful, which earns him the respect of others. He likes to keep to himself and not converse often with others besides his superiors in Hell, unless necessary.
Background Information:
Shinigami is ageless. He has no father or mother. He has been around in another world for countless ages, serving as the personal assistant of Lucifer. He was an angel who was cast down, along with Lucifer, from heaven, though records do not show this. Once this happened, he transformed from his angelic form into something else, something powerful, something uncontrollable by anyone except Lucifer. Lucifer then made something, something for Shinigami, to suppress his powers. Now Shinigami wears a gas mask looking item, which pumps a gas created in hell, into his body, keeping him in a stable form.
Shinigami is what a lot of people call, The Grim Reaper, in Japan. He is Lucifer's personal assistant, carrying out the will of his dark lord accordingly as the ages passed. He is here, now in New York, to make sure that certain other demon's carry out what their purposes intend.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 12:57 pm
Please note: This profile has been sent to Black Cat Godess for approval but in the meantime I wish to roleplay. I will make any changes I am asked to.
Username: BieXom
Character Name: Medb
Subrace: Succubus/Oni
Age: Lost to Time
Appearance: Her appearance varies seeing as she loves accessorizing quite a bit. Being a succubus, Medb has a beautiful body that surpasses that of any human or vampiric contender. She is very athletic and her pale complexion often has onlookers mistaking her as a vampire though long ago it used to be a lot darker. She stands at a short 5’4’’ with either pure black, silver or pure white hair and intense pale cyan eyes that are a few shades lighter than the sky’s blue. Her body is adorned with various Atlantean brandings, having been through the system quite a few times. All are exceptionally beautiful, strange and intricate.
Clothing: Refer to photo of her or posts for otherwise specified wear.
Weapons: Scythe) This scythe’s age has been lost to time just as Medb’s has been. However, recently it has undergone some modifications and has been reconfigured to appear at first as a simple metal baton. Upon her aura transferring into it, though, she is able to weild it as a scythe in which case it elongates and gains a blade. The weapon is black in colour and engraved with intricate carvings that glow the entire colour spectrum of blue through green.
Chain) This chain when imbued with Medb’s demonic aura, seemingly has a life of its own. It is horridly easy for her to manipulate it and it can also invariably grow in length. At the ends of the chain are sharpened heads of pure diamond sharpened to pefection. To be stabbed by these ends is almost certainly to suffer a puncture clean through your body. This chain is purely black in colour but for the diamond attachments.
Blade) The blade which she weilds in the picture is a semi-modern weapon for her. It is made of a very sturdy steel and can be tipped with specialized substances if she feels the need.
Personality: While she can come off rather charming, pixie-like and even puerile due to her succubus side, she is not someone you would want to underestimate or cross. In a fight she is as deadly as they come with her supreme strength and her wonderful ability to captivate due to her succubus side. Though she enjoys coming off as naieve and speaking in riddles she is really anything but. Medb enjoys toying with her prey simply for enjoyment, mingling in their lives and drawing people in only to crush them. Underneath the childish demeanor she truly is a conniving monster that is incapable of empathy or remorse. She is a rather independent individual though she does take the time to draw the foolish ones in and if she is impatient she will simply destroy someone where they stand. Medb is really erratic and never really seems to have a plan or destination of any sort, however, if you rub her the right way and earn her respect you will discover she is a rather intelligent, complex being.
Background Information: Medb’s origins stem from the fabled city of Atlantis herself. Once an extravagant city of masterfully constructed buildings of pure marble as well as countless items of advanced technology, Atlantis had been an absolutely wonderful place to reside. That was, until war was waged upon it and the Gods themselves, in their jealousy, were willing to destroy Atlantis. Those who survived are few but there are a few who roam the globe, though.
Demons were Atlantean’s slaves in essence and Medb’s fate had been no different. Thus as one of the demons who proved a minority within the vast city, she was made a slave and served the family which she was to protect until their final moments provided the story played out that way.
In Atlantis, demons were treated akin to dogs and used for their strength and abilities to intimidate and fight, nothing more. Some were bred for the sole entertainment of observing them fight in a ring as dogs in dogfights would and it would be a bloody battle to the death. Luckily for Medb, she was never entered in one of these fights because her middle class family was not exceptionally horrible to her seeing as they had the means to get by just fine.
The children actually played with her quite a bit and taught her quite a few things. She was taught how to read and how to speak, everything she needed to know to set out on her own and establish herself as more than a pet but seeing as she’d grown to love her family she decided to stay instead of venturing out on her own. Her life had been easy and the family had provided her with everything she required so at first she saw no reason to leave the safety of their household.
Eventually, though, curiousity began to get the better of her and she began exploring the vast expanse of Atlantis on her own and like a stray dog without a lisence she was quickly impounded. Instead of bothering to find out whom she belonged to they pawned her off and soon enough she began realizing the harsh realities of the world. She was made to work for an important lord and her job became that of a monster, to kill. She was taught by the lord’s finest instructors, killers and was equipped with all the weapons she required to do away with whomever threatened the lord’s status. Being an obedient dog and developing a lust for blood, Medb willingly slaughtered whomever her master asked her to slay with pleasure.
Soon enough she rose through the ranks and managed to prove to her master that she was the deadliest at her trade and the most worthy of his trust. Both weapons she bears today are from these troubled times when she was not at her finest moments. One day, though, she was brought some perspective when one of the children from her initial family, grown up now had become one of her targets. Medb hadn’t even recognized the child but the child had recognized Medb, who she worked for and asked her why she was doing what she was. Medb responded and they reached a realization that at one point in time they’d been the greatest of friends and now they were enemies.
Medb refused to kill her childhood friend, which in turn outraged her master and wound up costing her all of her priveledges. She was thrown into the dungeon where she was to waste and rot away but for the tradgedy that befell Atlantis. The Gods freed the demons and encouraged them to assist in wreaking havoc upon Atlantis with promises of great reward if they joined the Gods’ cause. Naturally Medb felt she had nothing to lose and joined the cause until she realized the Gods were intending to destroy every essence of Atlantis, demon or otherwise.
Quickly she managed to escape her fate by fleeing the battle scenes amidst the carnage to which she was desensitized and simply made her way to a new life. While she lost everything, she does not bother herself with pitying herself for losing all those in the city who had been dear to her. Instead she decided to move on and be thankful that her soul had not been claimed like the countless others’ souls which had been.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 6:50 pm
Username: Giro Teh Goo Character Name: Taiko Baterist'a Subrace: "Fireslinger" Age: 17 Appearance:Taiko Baterist`aClothing: This little demon's a joker, wearing a Jester hat, some baggy clothes, and ofcourse the bells. Can't forget the bells. xD And to add to that, the colors change, depending on his mood. Yellow, red and jet black are the varying colors. Weapons: Actually, his main ability being to control temperature is accessed by him through sound. He uses his Taiko drum to call forth flames, and uses the bells on his socks, hat, and maybe even in his pocket from some unlucky dude who got robbed, summons the cold. Personality: Usually a fairly easy going guy, despite the fact his dad kicked him off onto the streets and his sister robbed him periodically. A past of true horror and pain (he's a demon though, big surprise) makes it hard for Taiko to communicate all the time. Rather solemn, and yet relaxed. Background Information:Derived from a forest fire, Taiko wanders the lands, bringing fall and spring to these parts in hope to restore his name, demon or no. He travels by the sun, returns by the moon. ---- On a misty night however, he spotted some people. Now he's seen people before, but these were... weird people. Not like him, not like humans, but like animal. Passing the idea of it just being a Animalians, when he finds himself in New York City, following these creatures into central park....
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 8:05 pm
Username:The_Black_Armed_Death_God Character Name biggrin orian Cross Subrace: Fireslinger Age:24 years human spent 1 year earth time in hell(equivalent to 4,000 earth years compressed into just one) Appearance:  5"foot 11inches, long red hair, Wiry build(Thin but ripped), and one Flaming red eye and one Ice blue Clothing:Black leather trench coat and pants, rarely wears a shirt, and always wears sun glasses And for good reason Weapons:I.R.A. training, knowledge of Chemical compounds and explosives, loves handguns but also loves the raw power of shotguns, he carries a .45 USP with him at all times and a small kit he uses to build make shift bombs and incendiary devices. Personality:Strange, near Machiavellian, unpredictable Background Information:In his years before hell Nathanial Cross top of his class at the police academy, most well set people in New York...He was also an ex-member of the I.R.A. and known Arsonist. When the F.B.I. finally found him and led a raid on his home they set off several fire traps that engulfed him and half the raid team with him.Then started his long endeavor in hell. being trapped in a rift between the 6th and 7th layers of hell taught him many things. Being trapped in the Chaos between the domains of fire and ice seared his soul and froze his heart. Leaving his soul in the same chaos as the rift it self. When a group of teenagers experimenting with witch craft tore a temporary hole in the rift he made his escape. Now home once again he is starting a new life, taking the name Dorian in reference of the tale of Dorian Grey but keeping his last name,who knows what may happen and what changes the rift has caused in him.
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