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 Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 1:33 pm
Username:Marty kazuka
Character Name:Khaos
Subrace:Oni
Age:Unknown
Appearance:
8 Foot tall.
Clothing:Bullet prof clothing under the heavy cloak with has chain-mail made from
Berilium and Titanium alloy.With a steel wool cover on top of that a protective fire-prof covering. Also his shoes are about the same how ever the are trimmed with Titanium alloy.
Weapons:
A Six Foot Titanium Sword with rune engraved.(Cannot be shattered)
44 Caliber Magnum:Hallow point rounds, Silver Nitrate rounds, and UV rounds.
Personality:Cold hearted and brutal.And Chaotic.
Background Information:A Oni with tremendous power that has the habit of riping his enemies apart with his bare-hands or slicing them up,or blowing their heads off with hallow point rounds with his 44 Caliber Magnum. His history is unknown to even the Elders however he doesn't care how dangerous a job they give is he will take the job and Finnish it without stopping.He is known to be a Swordsmaster as well as a great hand to hand fighter not to mention a great Sharpshooter.He uses a sword style that use one hand, because of his Oni strength
this is possible.This also lets him use his other hand for fire-arms or to grab his enemies neck and break it.((Approved by Kuro Yami))
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 5:44 pm
Username: Kotoko_Sohma
Character Name: Micaela
Subrace: Succubus
Age: 4,006
Appearance: Long flowing hair that changes with the season's elements. Cat Eyes , Fair skin and Ruby lips; but when angered her fair hair streaks with black and the black also engulfs her beautiful eyes.
Clothing: Anything that drapes and is loose on the skin
Weapons: Two steel daggers with black crucifxes as well as a long sword with encrusted Rubies.
Personality: Sadening yet Alluring
Background Information:
Micaela was always in love with nature it and animals were her only friends. She went through many orphanges and knew nothing but them untill the rightful age where she could leave. Upon which she traveled to Ireland inwhich she fell in love with a Horse keeper, but her husband was only out for lust not love. Enraged with her husband and coming home to see him in bed with not one but two of the service help she left running into the snow and on her way discovered a ring with a black onyx crucifix. Once putting it on and tossing her wedding band aside she transformed underneath her blue velvet cloak. Her brittle fading hair lightened and smoothed white. Her then muddy eyes also lightened and turned into white cat's eyes her olive skin turned fair and her chest grew into a fit bodice. From there on she swore to never seek love from anything but nature and animals. She was now a succubus and once finding more of her kind also found a liking to the animalian.Before: 
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2006 11:51 pm
approved by Kuro Username: Victor Vishnoo Character Name: Victor Subrace: Speed Freak Age:100 Years Appearance: Rather tanned skin with black hair and red eyes that can be seen in the dark. Clothing:Black Jacket with a blue shirt under it. I have long black pants with tennis shoes. Weapons: Super Speed and a quick Wit Personality: I love people and love to talk to people. This can be a weakness of mine for I am very trusting. I am the first volunteer for a mission and the first to show up since I can get there faster lol. Not the bravest when it comes to a fight but not a coward either. I won't go rushing into a fight but super speed can be used better than for just running away. Background:The youngest of his 5 brothers and sisters Victor has always been getting into trouble it seems but always seemed to find a way out of it. He spent most of his young years running from the police but even when he was caught his rich father always seemed to bail him out of trouble. His family being so rich Victor didn’t fear anything, so picking on the poor seemed to be such sport for the young boy. When he turned 17 his father took him to Africa for a safari. Victor didn’t want to go and while he was there found it so boring. Even though his father told him not to wander off Victor just ignored the older man. Wandering through the jungle it seemed so fun for the young lad until he came upon a hut in the jungle. Victor decided to venture into the jungle only to find hut filled with treasure. When he moved forward he knocked over a vase which smashed into the floor. Turning around he saw a large African witchdoctor with crazed eyes. The witchdoctor waved his hands and Victor fell into the underworld. Waking up he spent the next 80 years of his life in service to the demon lord. Upon finishing his debt he received his super speed in return for his services again in New York. The demon sent him to aid the other Tainted in New York. This guy with no Stick 
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 4:03 pm
Username: Kosuyen
Character Name: Kerras
Subrace: Fireslinger
Age: 28
Appearance: Kerras has the bearing of a gentleman, standing firmly at 6'1" and weighing in at around 180 pounds. His long black hair is tied neatly into a ponytail, and only a few locks of hair hang in front of his face. He is always seen wearing a monocle, and occasionally can be seen smoking a pipe.
Clothing: Kerras wears the finest designer brands, though he prefers to wear a suit and tie rather than a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. And of course, all his clothing is black, aside from his tie, which he insists to be red.
Weapons: Kerras carries around nothing more then a simple cane, though none seem to realize that it houses a rather viscious looking sword. The blade can light aflame at his comand, making it a very deadly tool.
Personality: Kerras is rather cheerful actually. he usually greets others with a smile, and is not above welcoming complete strangers into his home. However, on the occasion he has been known to go through fits of rage, usually when his suit or tie have been damaged.
Background Information: Kerras is a very unique fellow. He has no memory what-so-ever, and yet he still functions normally. What he does know, however, is that he was not always in the form he is now.
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 11:58 am
Username: Miralix Character Name: Miralix Tharinix Maziriah Subrace: Succubus Age: 23 Appearance: A young woman, this is the only part that doesn't change about this woman no matter what. However, that is the only part that doesn't. In her normal, human form she is slim and of average height, looks no older than 18 or 19. She has dark black hair, almost purple, in fact. It's a little wild, sometimes. Her skin is pale and also seems tinted slightly blueish, though in the dim light of streetlamps it is often hard to tell. However, this is not her form anymore, though she can take it, she also has a demon form which is truer to her inner self. She bears the marks of Slanesh, she says, and those marks are easy to see. Instead of hair, she has apair of large horns reaching back from her head, the forearm of her left arm is one huge lobster-like claw, purple of course. Her skin is purple, and her eyes are yellow or red, depending on her mood. Clothing: In her human form, this woman likes to wear purple. Purple clothes, jewels and makeup. She often wears purple eyeshadow, sometimes even contacts. She likes leather, too, and anything she wears that isn't purple leather, is black leather or PVC. IN her demon form, she doesn't truly wear any clothes at all. Her right breast is bare for the world to see, with a ring through the n****e. Her Left breast is covered in a plate of metal, which is not tied about her body, but in fact, is hooked into the soft flesh around her breast. On her lower half, she wears a plate that covers her most intimate area, with big hooks fastening it to her, dug into her naval, with a simple leather thong back that also ends in a hook at the base of her spine. Her right arm is in a thin metal gauntlet that ends in a bulky shoulder plate, bearing the mark of her patron demon. Weapons: Claw-Arm, Whip of many Stings (A mildly enchanted whip, which leaves little barbs in the flesh of anyone that is struck by it) And a M1911 Pistol thatshe weilds when in her human form. Personality: She is switch, extremely so. She, at times, is highly sadistic, obsessed with the pain of others for her own pleasure, and at other times she is masochistic, deriving pleasure from her own pain. Either way, she lives for her own bodily desires, often violently and dangerously, for herself and those around her, seeking new thrils of all kinds. Background Information: This woman was, once, just a normal woman, like many others. She was born in the middle ages, in the city in england. She was very fair from an early age, and as she became a teenager, the boys began trying to court her. She eventually accepted the proposition of one man eight years her elder as she approached her 15th year. However, the night after their wedding, she cut him a hundred times and he bled to death on her bed. When asked why, she simply replied, "Because I wanted to" she was eventually declared to be a witch, and burned. However, the fires did not end with the death of her mortal body, for as she was plunged into the depths of hell, she was thrown into a new kind of pain. However, she did not sceam for long, at least, not in pain. As her clothes burned away form her flesh and her fat dripped out, only to be replenished so she could burn forever in Limbo. She screamed out, not in pain, not always, but in pain and in pleasure. She felt it burn through her and she wanted more, the pleasure of the new feeling. Eventually, her screams called to the greater demon known as Slanesh, the lord of sexual pleasure. He took her from her fiery torture, and he gave her his kiss, his gift. Her warped her body to reflect his own, and then cast her back into the mortal plain to do his bidding. This was only a few short months ago, and since then she has been following the dark lords whispers in her ear, all the way to New York. For now, the whispers have subsided, and she misses them dearly, aches for her master's loving commands.  Reference Image, Pretty much, but not exactly, what she looks like. look out boys wink
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 8:18 am
Username: Kareesata Character Name: Akina Svit`kona Subrace: Succubus Age: 17 Appearance:  Clothing: Akina's clothes are covered by a dark cloak which she wears all the time. It is identical to the one in the picture. Weapons: She is skilled with her sword, and seduction skills of a normal succubus. The telepathy is included. Personality: Calm. Quiet. Sometimes sees herself as all alone. Loves to sing. Is very strange. When with others, loves to be included in conversations. Romantic. Loves to fight. Hates to lose. Background Information: Akina was the daughter of two powerful beings. Whom both went missing after a matter of days after Akina's seventeenth birthday. Some how she awoke on a barge heading for New York. The next day, she found herself here.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 8:43 am
Username: faeryl feral Character Name: Uhlsaun Torrahel (Light Dancer) Subrace: Tainted - Animalian Age: Unknown Appearance:  Weapons: She carries many small knives in the pouch on her hip and a whip in her belt, though she prefers hand-to-hand combat. The bottles in her belt hold a variety of miscellaneous liquids from healing potions to deadly poisons. Personality: Uhlsaun Torrahel is fun loving and care-free, she plays the fool and always tries too keep the people around her relaxed and laughing. But she is a very fickle person and it is hard to stay in her favor. She is like her second skin, a black panther. When she wants attention she will not leave you alonw until she gets her fill, but if she wants to be left alone you'd best leave her alone, unless you want to get hurt. She is easily amused for long peroids of time by round or shiny objects. When she has to work she doesn't follow a time line very well, she does what she wants when she wants. Though she will do whatever she is told to, just in unorothodox ways. Approved by Kuro
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 10:14 am
Username: SariaMaru
Character Name: Saria Maru/Lauidas Faye. Unsure of true name or Identity
Subrace: Animalian. Though technically, Saria really doesn't have any idea what she is. She is of Feline origin and is not sure of what exactly she is Capable of. She seems to have an uncanny ability to move stealthily and blend well in shadows as well as change her appearance within a limited range, but she cannot always control this ability at will. So, by all indications, I would say that animalian was her best bet.
Age: Does not know, or remember, but looks to be about seventeen, and guesses that might be here approximate age.
Appearance: Is around 5'7" Tall, With Lightly tanned skin, and slim, yet well proportioned body that is far from unattractive. She has Violet Eyes with a shifting pigment in the middle, yet her eyes seem to change color and hue based on her mood and other unknown factors. She has long black hair that shimmers and shifts color in the light, shifting through shades of purple, and blue, and sometimes even green so that you can't usually pinpoint its exact color. Although, when she wishes, her hair seems to reflect no light at all, but rather be more like a void of shadow.
In Her physically humanoid or mortal seeming form, her only truly unusual physical characteristics are her flawless skin, and unusual pigment with normal, if not slightly mesmerizing pupils, although when stronger, these traits seem much less noticeable, and she seems to become incredibly ordinary, and fairly invisible in a crowd; when weaker, her demon traits sometimes flash through. Her ears may become incrementally more pointed, as well as her teeth and nails, and her Gaze and eyes grow more intense, sometimes flashing slit pupils. This grows worse as she weakens until, instead of slight points and flashing characteristics, the illusion grows continually less, until it shatters. An Immense injury and her illusion will shatter immediately.
Her normal Demon form, she has cat like pupils, and an intensified gaze. She also has velvet, and usually fur tufted, cat ears, that are darker than her hair, but still have the same color changing qualities. She also has sharper more pointed teeth and long nailed claws. Her pigmented qualities also generally become more pronounce. At times in her demon form she also has a long black tail. This trait she only recently discovered.
She is unsure of all the circumstances and reasons, but sometimes, during peaks of energy, her demon traits change, and become in most cases more pronounced. This often includes red streaks or flames in her eyes, her claws becoming longer and sharper, as well as her teeth, and her hair taking on a silver sheen. This form most often presents itself in a more feral manner.
Clothing: She awoke in woods style clothing and with various pouches, and a canvas pack generally slung over her shoulder. She had on a brown, gray top that laced up and tied at the top in front, and tight and worn, comfortable dark, brown-gray leather leggings. She was also wearing soft-soled, tan-gray, leather boots that laced up and go up her calf and almost to her knee. She has worn other footwear in her traveling but most often prefers these, soft-soled shoes, boots or barefoot.
She always wears a necklace with a gold chain and pendant hanging from it. The pendant is an oval stone set in a gold frame, about two inches tall and one inch wide, which is most often black, or shifting hues like her hair and eyes, and often what looks like swirling smoke or mist inside. She often wears a similar, yet smaller stone on her forehead.
She was also wearing a colored jacket, like the ones in the matrix, only of a softer and suppler like canvas, soft leather, or maybe some cotton or wool blend. Usually tan-brown or grayish, this jacket also turns shadow hue. It also may transform into different styles such as a cape or cloak, but is most often in this form.
She has and does wear many different things on quest for her identity and past, and struggle for survival, but she usually prefers a similar outfit to this, if not this one. She also often wears faded jeans and sunglasses.
Weapons: Her own demonic abilities, such as strength, speed, catlike reflexes, and the basic demon package, As well as abilities from her own personal animal, and feline traits. She also uses her Claws, a short katana, or word, and her powers as they developed and she discovers and learns how to control her abilities. She also has many throwing knifes hidden on her person, but she is very resourceful, and will use whatever she can get her hands on!
Personality: Often calm and levelheaded if somewhat mysterious, she can have a fierce temper if provoked! Her personality shifts and changes as she journeys on her quest and learns more about her past. But part of her is sometimes like a small and fearful child, all alone and lonely, or a wounded bird searching for herself, but trying to hide it and push it down while searching for who she really is.
Background Information: Less than a year ago Saria woke up in the woods in Maryland, with nothing but her clothes, a few possessions, a couple of weapons, her pack, and the various items therein and in her pouches... And no memory of her past. Driven by both instinct, and the few clues she could find in her belongings; three train tickets to New York, a few quickly scribbled notes in a foreign language, and an alien hand, and the address she has on a slashed Shred of a bloodstained post card, she travels to New York. Little does she know the cold and perilous world that awaits her there. Day by day she discovers more about the dangerous and perilous world she has arrived in as she searches for her hidden past. Will what she finds be worth the journey, or will what she finds cause her to wish she had never wondered, and had never know? Wishing she had just left her past in the shadows, despite her haunting visions and dreams as she struggles to survive in the warring worlds, hidden and cloaked in the darkness and nights of New York.
Updates: She also keeps company with a black cat named Shamas who found her and two kittens, a calico male named Wasabi, and a orange tabby female named Ginger who she rescued from an alley dog after and encounter they had had with some sort of immortal battle. All animals seem to have their own strange powers.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 12:10 pm
Username: Ulric Yukaro
Character Name: Ulrick
Subrace: Fireslinger
Age: 754
Appearance: Other then his armour and weapons, he was rather large man with an arm span of four feet long and about three feet wide. His chest muscles were very large along with the muscles in his legs. Although his stature was that of a large man, he only stood six feet, one inch. Upon his face there were several scars, one that ran the length of his head from the bottom of his chin over through his hair where a long cut could be seen all the way to the back of his neck. The others were smaller, one ran directly next to his right eye while another ran down the left side of his face from his forhead to the side of his chin. There were several other small ones here and there. His eyelids were like slits with two white and blue balls looking through them out into the world, they were filled with sadness and hatred along with lonliness. His mouth also represented a slit which he normally kept shut, he wasnt much of a talker.
Clothing: He normally wore large, heavy, black armour drapped in heavy, blood stained chains that were five inches in width and length between the links that held the chains together. On his arms and hands he wore gauntlets that were spiked on the knuckles and wrists, they ran up his arms stopping only two inches from his shoulder plates that also harbored spikes that were a foot long, they pointed straight into the air to increase ramming power should he decide for a more brutal attack. He also wore greaves made of solid black steel that had spikes on the heels along with spikes that resided on the toes. They ran up to just under his knees and they strapped over the leggings he wore.
Weapons: Hell Master~ This sword is one of a kind. It was forged in the deepest sactum in the feiry pits of hell by Lucifer himself back in the days when demons ran free across mortal soil. This not only offers great strength and durability but can also increase the power of darkness within its weilder causing death to most unless they have already been tainted to a high degree with the shadows of the abyss. This sword weighs in at about five hundred pounds.
Shadow Lance: Although this was not described in the earlier description "Clothing", This lance is also one a kind. It has the power to become a sword which is called "Holy". Ulric is only able to weild it in this position due to the handle being shrouded with shadow allowing him to not only weild the blade but he can also harness small amount of holy energy as long as he is able to channel it through the blade itself. The lance, however, is best used as a stabing weapon from semi-long distance to prevent from being hit with the edge of a sword. When hit, the darkness from its tip can cause a devastating aftermath to the victims body like internal bleeding from the heart, corruption which turns into into a slave of darkness, and Ulric has the power to manipulate the part of his opponents body that has been struck.
Personality: Ulrick has a very cold personality although he is quite calm. He has a very harsh temper if angered but it normally takes alot to bring this upon someone.
Background Information: Ulric was born into a family of gaurdians during a time of war. His village was originally located in a valley just outside the pass that led into the northern mountains at the top edge of the world. When the war started his village was the first to undergo a vicious attack due to Ulric's father, Lynx Yukaro who was known for his almost impossible victory against an entire legion of demons in the first war about thirty-three years back. The village fell rather quickly due to Lynxs' absence whilst he was training in the mountains. At this time Ulric was only seven at the time and only had basic knowledge of how to weild a sword therefore he was unable to fight against the strength of the demon invaders. Lynx had returned to the village just in time to rescue Ulric and a few surviving villagers who had taken refuge in a building close to the pass on the otherside of the village away from the horde that was ravaging the buildings near the front entrance. Although he found Ulric, He was unsuccessful in finding his wife, Laurel, for she was killed when assualting the demons. She was struck in the back with a rusty battle axe directly after she slew several of the demons. She was ripped apart and consumed therefore leaving no evidence of her being. After the rescue, They fled through the mountains and came across a shrine where Lynx had been training until the screams from the village reached his ears. They were safe here for now.
Several years had past now and the war continued to rage across the world with the armies of the surface realm on the verge of defeat. Ulric was not thirteen and had dedicated the last six years of his life to learning how to weild a sword to the best of his abilities, he had grown quite powerful over the years. During one of the days when he was training with his father, Lynx had received a message stating that the militia had received information about a very specific demon warlord known as Lucifer. As quickly as the message had came, he was off towards the next town where he would meet with his squadron which would lead him to where he was supposed to go. He had left Ulric to fend for the village with a few fighters who had stopped in the village while making their way through the mountains to rest and gather supplies.
Five years past with no word of his father's victory. Just as he was begginning to lose hope, a messenger showed up in the village with news that would change his life for both better and for worse. It turned out that his father had been killed while attempting to infiltrate the portal that led to Lucifers black citidal. He was taken down by decapitation when one of their seige weapons were blown up and one of the thick wires that allowed it to launch its artillery was flung across the battle only to fly through the back of his neck as he was slicing his way through the horde of demons that gaurded the portal. After hearing this news, Ulric was outraged and quickly gathered his gear and appointed a new town gaurd.
He was then off through the pass heading south towards the town his father had went years before. It took him three days to arrive at his destination. Upon entering town, he came across a small lounge named "Kitty Lounge" It peaked his interest and he stepped inside only to meet a few people, one was named Kat and the other Hisoka. He befriended both of them and was then named L-chan. He met a few others but not to long afterwards the lounge was closed down causing them to migrate to another place named "Zhaos Hangout". Three years later when he was twenty-one, he started a practice which is now called demon hunting. Everything went well for him until he began to hear rumors of a portal only one-hundred and twenty miles west of town. He took off once more towards the portal to get his revenge for his father's death. It took him only two weeks to locate it. Upon arriving, he was attacked by several weaker demons which he crippled with ease using only a few quick slashes with his sword. After disposing the gaurds he stepped onto the pedastool where the portal stood. He examined the markings that ran around the outsides of the portal before stepping through the rift. As he stepped through, he was thrown into an abyss of shadow for a few minutes before appearing upon a large dead hill that overlooked a long bridge that crossed over a lake of fire. On the otherside of the bridge sat a large black castle, demons were making their way through the entrance, dozens upon dozens at a time.
He began his travel down the hill rather cautiously in case there were demons lurking about the darkness that filled the air around him, he also had his broad sword drawn for protection. Upon reaching the end of the bridge, he was quickly engaged by a few basic shadow demons as they made their way down the winding pass that ran along side the hill. Although they were strong, Ulrick cut them down before any strike was made on her person with only a few quick slashes at their necks. Upon disposing of them, he turned around to take one long gaze up at the black castle that stood before him. He resheathed his sword figuring that the demons that once stood outside the large black gates that they had all gone into the castle.
He once again began his walk this time heading straight towards the gates by crossing the long black bridge that stood before him. Upon reaching the gate, he stared up at the long spikes that hung low over his head. Realizing that the gate was probably shut tight by some unknown force from the inside, he would have to make due by climbing the side wall towards a small opening just above the gate door. He would step over to the right side of the gate where the side of the wall looked as though he would be able to somewhat climb it up to the top to atleast get to the opening. He would begin his ascent up the wall and climb all the way to the top where he would look through the hole. On the otherside, he noticed a long hall that went in the oposite direction, it was lined with tall torches lit with a black and purple flame. There were statues that also lined both sides of the wall that stood between each of the torches, they were in the shapes of what seemed like high demon lords. Noticing that the hall was empty, he would fling his legs into the hole and drop down onto the floor underneath. To a normal human, this kind of fall would have broken their legs but for Ulrick, this wouldnt have even phased him due to the abnormal blood that ran through his veins that gave him more strength then that of a normal human.
He would begin to walk down the hallway slowly, taking in the sights that surrounded him, he was very intrigued but he would not allow this to dull his senses. There were many doors that stood behind the statues but they did not seem to go where he was wanting to go therefore he ignored them and continued walking down the hall. Once reaching the end, he came across a bigger statue, this one reached all the way to the top of the hall. He guessed that maybe this was the one who he was seeking out within this castle. As soon as he turned his head to the left, the door in front of him burst open and several demons rushed from the doors, there had to be atleast five of them, each brandishing blunt and rusted weapons such as axes and broadswords. Ulrick would unsheath his sword and stand his ground as the demons rushed in a very predictable way. When the first one reached him, it swung its sword at him in a rushed attack which would allow Ulrick to dodge quite easily which he did and when he was out of its blade's way, he would swing his own, slicing it right in half. The other four attacked in the same fashion and each one was taken down without much effort on Ulrick's part. Once he was finished with them, he stepped over to the doorway which they had come from, he could hear grunts comming from a doorway on the otherside. He began to walk down the hall, his eyes peeled for any demons that may come his way. Upon reaching the door, he would peer inside and notice a few more demons all grunting to eachother about something but he could not understand what it was they were saying. They all stopped grunting and began to stare his way as though they had smelt him standing there. They all began to pick up their weapopns and rush his way in an attempt to skewer him on the end of their lances and swords.
He would kick the door open all the way and rush inside slicing the first one in half with one quick slash at its abdomen. The others would begin to back away as Ulrick rushed at them, decapitating the closest one with a horizontal slash at the left side of its neck. The others quickly turned around and took off running down a hallway at the otherside of the room. He resheathed his sword and followed them down the hallway which lead to yet another door with a long staircase that lead downwards into the ground, the smell of rotting flesh filled the air around him and he descended down the stairs that seemed to go on forever.
Upon reaching the bottom, he seen that there wasnt nearly as many demons within the stronghold then he would have thought. He took a look back up to the top of the staircase which was visible due to the open ceiling above him. He turned his head to the heavy metal door above him and reached out his right hand towards the handle which was in the shape of a skull. He would grasp the handle firmly with his right hand and turn the knob, the handle was very hot to the touch. Upon opening it, he was staring at a very large pit filled with flame, bodies were seen hanging above the flames, this had explained where the smell of rotting flesh had come from. On the otherside of the flame, he spotted the demon he had been hunting for so long.
The demon stood what looked like eight feet tall and it brandished a large sword which would later be known as "Hell Master". His physical appearance was astonishing for he had two very long and curved horns at the top of its head, its eyes were covered by a thick veil of shadow, its mouth was fuming with a red fog that filled the air around it. It wore large thick heavy armour covered in chains with long spikes on the shoulders. This was the armour that Ulrick would be seen wearing later on once this endeavor would be complete.
Ulrick quickly ran around the pit, slashing away the horde of demons that surrounded the pit, this had explained why there werent as many demons within the castle itself. Upon reaching the demon lord, he quickly jumped at it just to be quickly flung aside with one swing of its giant sword. It jumped down from its throne and picked Ulrick up by his neck but just when it was about to slash its sword at his midsection, Ulrick built up the strength to slash his own sword at its arm just between the area between the shoulder plates and the guantlets causing its arm to be sliced right off. The demon dropped him quickly in reflex and backed away just as Ulrick jumped towards him with one quick slash at its neck and because the demon had been preoccu[ied with its arm, it was an easy hit. Its head was chopped clean off causing it to fall down into the pit of fire in which they had been fighting next too. As soon as its flesh touched the fire, the darkness within it began to pour out into the air. Ulrick quickly fell to his knees as a wound he had sustained from being thrown the first time back onto a spike that had been sticking out of the wall he hit, the shadows that surrounded him began to enter his lungs which quickly began to spread through his bloodstream, thus beginning his long term corruption.
Once regaining his strength and unaware of his current condition, he would begin his ascend up the staircase. As the corruption filled his mind, he would begin to feel intense pain within his brain which would cause him to blackout upon reaching the gates of the castle.
He would wake up not to long after. Not realizing what happened, he would make his wqay back to the portal that lead to the mortal world. Once he was back in his own realm, he would start on his way back to Val. The courrption growing in his mind, stronger and stronger every day thus years later, he would become something he would never have dreamed of, Lord of the abyss and then hundreds of years after that, nothing but a mere wanderer and it was during these wandering years that he came across New York city and so, the story shall continue in his life.
(I am sorry if that ending was dull but I think I have typed out WAY too much on this bio ))
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 12:07 pm
Username: Amaryllis Rose
Character Name: Malus
Subrace: Succubus
Age: 1296 (Looks 19)
Appearance: Malus is tall and thin, and is more beautiful than any model. Her long dark red hair hangs in a low ponytail most of the time, but every now and then she lets it fall to the small of her back. Her green eyes usually radiate a sort of harmless yet seductive, playful look about them. However, every now and then they betray the cruelty that lies within her heart. When she is in full Succubus form the only difference is her large black bat wings.
Clothing: She usually wears any color, so long at it matches her hair and is of the darker look. She's always wearing a pair of heels, and has even mastered fighting in them if need be. Her favorite outfits are usually tight, seductive tops and short skirts.
Weapons: A number of them, her favorite being a summonable scythe with Hellfire emanating from it. Others include her "Ice Queen" knife, a foot long dirk that was a gift from her brother (Named by him too), and her trusty enchanted Desert Eagle .50 that fires silver rounds cursed to explode when entering someone. This one was aptly nicknamed the "Bolt Pistol" from a fireslinger who played too much Warhammer 40k.
Personality: Conniving, selfish, manipulative, and cold-hearted are some of the nicer words used to describe her. She has been known to seduce and actually kill mortals after months of pretending to be their lover, sometimes for sport, other times for a good reason. There are a few redeeming qualities about her however, the greatest being that she is fiercely loyal to and very protective of her twin brother. Another one being that she is also loyal to those who consider friends, but this is mainly so she can continue to manipulate them at her whim.
Background Information: Almost 1300 years ago, Malus was a human known as Lia Kiervan who lived in England. Her twin brother Liam Kiervan and her were inseperatable and faithful to their family and friends. They were the pride of their village of 200. Lia, beautiful and talented in many different areas of expertise, not to mention friendly and caring. Liam, strong and sure with a kind and noble heart. One day, Lia discovered a hidden ability of her's, she was extremely talented at alchemy and herbalism. For three years she hid this talent, helping those who needed it using arts that would have been considered witchcraft back them, and only Liam knew. One day the village elder was sick with a deadly fever, and no one could help him but her. She mixed a healing potion for him and gave it to him. Within the week he was better...And then it happened. He accused Lia of consorting with the devil to create potions and poisons to kill animals and even creating one for the fever he suffered. Soon a mob was formed and advanced upon the family hut. Lia begged her family to retreat with her to another village where they would be safe. Instead, her father knocked her out, and when she awoke she was being tied at the stake. She looked at the cheering crowd and began to curse the village and cry out to anyone to help her or svae her, and no one did. Her eyes fell upon her brother, who was glaring at her with an intense coldness and hatred. At first she felt betrayed, and then she recognized it for what it was, he was feeling those for everyone around him. And when they lit the pyre, she cursed the village and the very ground that it was built on. She was then burnt alive, looking dead on at Liam as she died, who just nodded and glared. That night, Liam butchered the entire village with his lumber axe, starting with the very people that betrayed Lia...their family. And then as he finished and stabbed himself with a dirk, he swore his soul to wherever Lia was. They both wound up in Hell, serving the demonic forces. Her as a Succubus, and he as an Oni.
Soon after their fall, they adopted their true name. Lia became known as Malus (Pronouced Malice), while Liam became Kalus (Pronouced Callous). They worked together for over 1000 years, doing whatever needed to be done in Hell's name. Kalus' old dirk that he killed himself with he gave to Malus and named it the "Ice Queen" after the way she would deal with many situations. And for loyal service she earned her Hellfire Scythe. It is said that it was her that seduced the popes John XII and Benedict IX. She was also known for seducing a number of inquisitors, only to kill them afterwards with a cold glee. After a long period of time of being active, she retreated back in to Hell to watch the world fall. And then, her brother went missing on the surface. She felt like she had no choice but to return, and she called upon a firestarter to create a weapon that would fit in today's era, and that's where she got her "Bolt Pistol". Now she has tracked Kalus down to New York, and she has taken up residence there with the local Tainted population in her search for him.
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 7:31 pm
Approved by Kuro
Username: Rashaziekeil
Character Name: Rashaziekeil, or Rash-Road Rash, and anything anyone else likes to call him.
Subrace: Speed Freak.
Age: Last time he checked it was 998,535,017
Appearance: 6'4", 143 pounds, athletically lean-noticable layer of muscle. Electric blue eyes with a slight listlessness to them and an almost eerily white smile, his canines are slightly longer then normal. His hair is a shock of emerald green, oddly his eyebrows match too.
Clothing: Usually-Black combat boots, urban camo cargo pants with a matching vest and belt. A white t-shirt, black fingerless gloves, and a silver necklace.
Weapons: Dual 9mm Glock pistol (model 1, and a single black XM21 Sniper rifle. A 9' long metal chain, and a hunting knife. His gloves have metal plates along the knuckles.
Personality: Mildly caring, though very jaded. He seems to be calm, but thats only because he knows little in the world could move fast enough to effect him without his wanting it to. A dry sense of humour and wry smile are what most know when around him, as well as an odd interest in extreme sports and danger.
Background Information: Most of Rashaziekeils life is a blur of the same old routines day in and day out. Most of his time went to studying the different cultures an customes of the human race. He has taken a likeing to the 'military' ideas of humans, and anything to do with weapons, since it seems to be there main form of defense and offense. Anything from theivery, or stealth, to assassinations and culinary arts, Rash has a vast knowledge of. Rash rarely talks as it is hard for him to stay slow enough for his words to be understood, if he is speaking the correct language. The only time that still bugs Rash is the time it takes the spring in a clip to push the next round up for him to fire.
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Posted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 1:42 pm
Username: Dain_the_weapons_master
Character Name: rashyn
Subrace: speed freak
Age: 19
Appearance: rashyn
Clothing: same as in the picture but black
Weapons: spear
Personality: cold, merciless, quick, and witty
Background Information: an orphan he was left at an orphan-age. there he learned about his abilities. he then ran away and has lived on the street ever since.
accepted by kuro.
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