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 Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 10:46 pm
Kyuzo enters the human world and starts looking for the hollow that he was sent to kill.He starts to look after the hollow feeling the fiends aura getting closer.At a given point he finds the hollow running after a human soul.
Kyuzo jumps after the hollow and cuts off his arm and looks at the hollow that starts to scream because of the caused pain.Kyuzo runs underneath the hollows and cuts him in half.
After finishing off the hollow Kyuzo hits the human soul's forhead with the hilt of his sword thus sending him into the soul world.He goes back to Soul Society after a long walk.
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 12:39 pm
@Turnabout: I am going to say yes in our Captain's absence, I think she would say the same. Welcome to the Squad!
@Hotaru: For you I am going to wait and ask for Yuki's judgment, I hope that is not too much trouble sweatdrop
One a separate note, who did that art for you?
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2009 2:16 pm
Cool. I'll work on a profile ASAP.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 10:18 pm
Akiaki was patroling the city of Kyoto from anything unusual that might happen that night. He was ontop of an electricity pole when he heard a man scream.
Jumping from building to building, Akiaki reached the screaming man with in thirty seconds, and what he saw gave him a little amusement: the man was fending off a hollow with a mere stick. Akiaki decided to intervine before the man got hurt, he jumped from his perched building towards the hollow swinging his zanpkuto in a downward left angle, slicing the hollow in half from mid torso.
The man was flaberghasted, and when Akiaki turned around to face him, the man shrieked like a girl. Akiaki couldn't hold back a smile, and took the hilt of his zanpakuto and hit it on the shaken guy, sending him to soul society.
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Posted: Mon Jul 20, 2009 7:49 pm
Hmmm.. I like your style of RPing, it seems like something a little different from what I've been seeing lately.
Darth: Approved.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 6:07 pm
COV requesting character change from Eguchi Fukuda to Tezuka Matsushima.
Name:
Tezuka Matsushima (Teh-Zoo-Kah Maht-Soo-She-Mah)
Themes:
Bloodlust/Unleashed Psychosis/Battle Ready Mood - The Faceless - An Autopsy
Normal/Relaxed/Quirky Mood - the GazettE - Gentle Lie
Age:
Physical Age: Appears to be in his mid to late twenties, possibly around 26 or 27 depending.
Real age: N/A (Like he really remembers!)
Aliases/ Nicknames:
"The Bloodsport Shinigami" Less Affectionately as: "Captain Bonkers"
Ranks Held:
None
Physical Description:
153lbs, standing in at a minimal 5’10” of pure muscle, Tezuka looks rather scrawny for a guy his age and weight-class. Short black hair that never really saw the touch of a hairbrush, just ruffled to perfection with his hands. Somewhat of a tan, but all natural. Brilliant blue eyes. For some reason his right eye is a little lighter. It is a little duller shade of blue, but the subtly of its color makes it hard to recognize immediately unless you looked deep into his eyes for an extended period of time. A small mole can be seen clearly under his left eye. He has his ears gauged, being the only major piercing seen on his body aside from the dual piercings (2 piercings place one in front of the other a 1/4 inch apart) on his tongue..
Tezuka's usual attire is that akin to a member of the Gotei 13. The hakama over his kimono are worn umanori-style with the legs divided at the artficial inseam like pants. The kimono is opened nearly to the bottom of his abs, but closed around the waist.
Special Accessories:
Tezuka has a pair of Double 0-gauge, midnight Pyrex glass, custom, flesh tunnels. If you look closely at the gauges you can see what appear to be little white speckles inside that resemble stars in a galaxy. The tongue piercings are flattened stainless-steel studs. Tezuka also has a Victorian-era pendent which he wears at all times in conjunction with a ring of similar style on his right ring finger.
Personality:
Tezuka has a very rebellious streak to him, always disobeying or arguing with authoritarian figures that can’t physically put him in his place. He is usually seen as the person that doesn’t care, but he secretly is quite conscious of the things going on around him and the consequences of most of his actions. He enjoys a good laugh, but whenever a person senior to him makes a comment similar to his he always says it ruins his status. He has an odd habit of lightly scratching the tip of his nose when he’s annoyed, accompanied with a slight smirk and sigh.
During battles though, he becomes quite enamored with trying to kill his opponent in ways as flashy as possible, usually seen laughing and taunting even if he is on the defensive and losing ground. His majority style is coupled around psychologically rattling his opponents, making them doubt themselves at every turn possible. Very flexible in most combat situations, both physically and psychologically, but very maniacal at times.
Biography/History:
Tezuka was born into a world that was torn by political reform and war as tradtion and the new age clashed head on in an attempted to hold sway over the control of the country. This was about 10 years after the first outsiders were allowed to come to their shores and tensions both politically and racially were very open and vocal.
Tezuka was the youngest child of a family of 5 and born to a mother that was not of the same culture as his father. Indeed his father had fallen for a member outside of their race and conceived several children with her. Growing he was teased and bullied, namely being made fun of and called "Half-blood" or "Dirty-blood" by the other children who had heard from their parents about his mother's other worldly lineage. It was hard, but he stuck through it because his father always trusted he would be destined for greatness and paid extra money for him to be able to attend the same class as the other children so he could grow up to be a successful man.
The years rolled by, but racial biogtry and strife between the government and the warring factions trying to keep the old world in power started to become a countrywide dilema as attacks against people of unpure heritage were seen as targets and murdered on a weekly basis, even within the capitol city. Tezuka's father and mother were scared for their children's sake and quickly set about having them scattered throughput the mountainous regions in the north with relatives who still loved them dearly.
The transaction was to be during the day, as the murders occured strictly at night when large numbers of people were not roaming the streets and it was easy to pick off the "Dirty-bloods". Tezuka found himself staring down a packed marketplace as he weeded his way through to get to a horse salesman that was gracious enough to sell him a steed so he could make his escape into the mountains. It was extremly hard to navigate within the noisy, jam-packed area, but slowly he made his way to the man's stall. Their transaction of goods was short and to the point, the two about to reach a settlement on the price of a particularly wonderful beast when Tezuka felt the cold sting of a blade pierce his body.
Eyes wandered to and fro as he tried to figure out what the hell was going on when a small smirk appeared on the horse salesman's face, the man still holding onto his hand as the blade was extracted and withdrawn out f sight. His lips moved, "It's only business, boy."
Tezuka found himself unable to grip the reality of being dead, rebelling against several shinigami that came to send him safely into the afterlife. Eventually, this act became old and he submitted to their will, but not for long. After being freed of his soul chain, Tezuka fled and hid out in the outskirts of the Rukongai District, fending for himself by way of fighting. It was all he had and knew.
Eventually members of the Soul Society found him and persuaded him to come to the Academy, sensing the potential in his spiritual abilities after accidentally running into him and having to fend him off when they were making their rounds in that district of Rukongai. He was always apprehensive of the idea, but they promised him he would become even more powerful than he was now, and that alone was enough to compel him to join.
It was odd; conforming into a group again after so much turmoil raked his life a giant blur. Things went by as they always did though. He couldn’t get along with many of the instructors, often not performing the lessons taught or skipping to go do his own thing. He was a gifted student nonetheless, especially with his sparring teachers, getting high marks with them every time and building a decent reputation as a reputable student among their classes even though he was usually never to be seen in other classes. His education in the ways of becoming a shinigami were not hindered though as he was always seen practicing late into the night the lessons that were to be taught the next day for the classes he skipped out on. Somehow he managed to even graduate a whole year earlier than people thought he would, gaining access to a position within Squad 1.
Skills/Powers:
Constitution: Tezuka has an extremely high constitution. He can take multiple deep tissue wounds without even blinking an eye and can even stay on the offensive and moving with mulitple fractures. This is a skill that comes with a mjor fault as he goes into a state of numbness that can be life-threatening if sustained for too long with heavy injury.
Jian Mastery:
Considered the “Gentleman of Weapons”, it is one of the four great weapons of Chinese folklore. Being a straight-short sword it is quite odd to handle for the inexperienced wielder. Tezuka seems to have a knack for bringing out the oddities and turning them into a beautiful dance of chaotic malice and tenacity.
Zanjustu:
Tezuka’s style stems from a mixture of Xingyiquan and Chen style- Tai Chi Chuan, holding the fluid motions of both forms as well as the explosive nature behind Xingyiquan to make him a rather deadly opponent when coupled with his shikai.
Hakudou:
His style of Hakudou is purely lower body based, complimenting his use of bladed weapons. An odd combination of Capoeira and Savate, he is usually seen moving about in an oddly timed dance as he fights.
Shunpo Mastery: Considering he usually is only seen using shunpo in a state of battle-mindedness he has come to see it as a temporal transcedence into "Light Speed". His entire existence within shunpo is rather accelerated seeing as his style of fighting is done at extremly high rates of speed at all times. He isn't the most stellar user of this technique, nor is he the fastes, but he is well versed in the ways of Shunpo.
-Senka (Flash Blossom): a flash step combined with a spin to quickly move behind the enemy, followed by a strike aimed to destroy the saketsu chain and the hakusui soul sleep with a combination of two quick thrusts.
-Utsusemi (Cicada): Allows a person to move out of harms way by creating another image of themselves.
Kido:
Hado:
-1. Thrust (sho) — Pushes the target away from the caster.
-4. White Lightning (byakurai)— Fires a concentrated bolt of lightning from the caster's forefinger.
Bakudo:
-1. Restrain (sai)— Locks a target's arms in place behind their back.
-4. Crawling Rope (hainawa) — An energy rope entangles a target's arms.
-8. Repulse (seki) - Creates a round shield that seems to temporarily paralyze and repel whatever strikes it.
-9. Hit (geki) — Engulfs a target in red light, completely paralyzing them.
*Incantation: Disintegrate, you black dog of Rondanini! Look upon yourself with horror and then claw out your own throat!
Other:
Zanpakuto:
Totorokyoki (Weeping Troll)
Zanpaku-to Blade Type: Knife
Sealed Form:
Totoro's sealed form resembles a black, tri-bladed knife with matching handle. It is small, measuring in full length at only 7 ¾”. There is a special ring on the end so Tezuka can pull it out of its obi sheath into a reverse grip in seconds.
Zanpaku-to Spirit:
Totoro is a formless being, or at least for now, not being a totally matured spirit. Living in a realm of mirrors he is trapped and unable to take form, merely resembling shadows with deep, dark red eyes that pierce the soul with hatred. Humanoid to an extent long, finger-like protrusions extending from the hands that even a mere homoscapian would turn their head to. He stands almost two and a half heads taller than Tezuka when he is by one of these mirrors.
Personality:
Totoro is a restless spirit, always plotting and planning things to the point of scheming against Tezuka at times when things are hard. He wishes for power, but freedom is the means to his end as he wishes to roam freely just once in his miserable existence. Although he despises Tezuka a majority of the time, outside of battle, he is always willing to lend a hand when questions are thrown his way, believing any information divulged would help further his chances of finally maturing and becoming whole once more.
Inner World:
Totoro's inner world is a sea of mirrors centering around a chair and side table with a lamp upon it. As the image of the chair is mirrored in the the walls Totoro is able to sit upon it as well as project himself into the actual chair if only for reasons of Tezuka's comfortability. Totoro is usually seen reading when he is not discussing with Tezuka, and can often spend hours on end reading the same chapter over and over as he decodes hidden meanings within.Call-out Phrase:
"Release the shackles and take form, Totorokyoki!"
[MORE WILL BE ADDED LATER.]
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Posted: Wed Sep 02, 2009 9:17 pm
This is going to be a very, very large post. Mainly because It will showcase a number of various Roleplay Samples, dictating my Maximum Potential, my Minimum Potential, and my Average Posting ability. For the sake of reading through it all, I'll spare the flashy posting 'Formats'. They're dead, all dead. Not a single one of them will be left alive. Our horde will overrun them and another petty human resistance will be squashed out of existence. Everything is going according to plan. From another rock face that he managed to perch himself on to overview the battle from a fairly safe vantage point, he looked out over the battlefield, admiring his work. His first strike had disoriented a great many of them, throwing into a slight state of adrenaline-induced focus as they saw a member of their little 'clique' squashed out like the insignificant little pest that they are. It was oddly satisying, knowingly being able to watch over his own lieel battlefield and see his beasts tear through the men and women trying to hold their own against the beasts of hell. It was almost depressing to see the humans feebly fight back, despite having no real and honest hope of winning. Yet at the same time it was intensely gratifying.
Then came the shot. It rang out over the battle, as if a clear shot all its own, or perhaps that sound was only meant for Cedric himself as no one seemed to stop, no one seemed to move. In fact, the sound that bellowed forth from the shot of the Sniper Rifle in the hands of that crazed maniac Grey, seemed only to affect Cedric. Crack! went the shot as it rang through his ears, no, his mind. It was as if a pulse was sent out as Cedric barely shifted, wholly unfazed by the bullet that had penetrated his skin just above his left pectoral muscle, embedding itself into the tissue found there. It was honestly strange, how could a bullet such as this cause such a strange sensation. It felt exactly like pain, but...Pain? From a mortal instrument? How? There was no possible way that this bullet could inflict so much pain unto his body. After all, he was immortal, a Fallen Angel! A Demon. A Grigori. How on this unholy Earth could a mortal harm him like this. To do so with a simple bullet was unthinkable. Yet even as these thoughts ran through his head pain was shooting through his body, his mind slowing everything down so it could process everything, images appearing in his head as his thoughts were sorted at an inhuman-like speed. It was strange, as if watching his life pass by in choppy stages, the shot from Grey pulling him back into reality as the Holy Water infused into the bullet slowly began to dissolve away at the tissue in his torso.
The first image materialized extremely slowly, which was expected as it had been an image that was so far away now it was unlikely he would be able to re-call it as vividly as he had. It was an image of a young Angel, a Guardian Angel in training, the Angel of Lightning to be exact. He held his blade out in front of him, steady, the blade facing upwards as it seemed to divide his upper half in two with solid steel, standing almost as if a colored statue. He was young then, alive, a vision of perfection in God's eyes, as he had meant for all angels to be created. It was definitely different, seeing himself back then, seeing himself as he was back when he was an angel. He stood stoically, heroically, his hair a bright yellow, falling low over his shoulders, gallantly, almost with a herculean radiance about him. He was young, reckless back then, and seemingly unfit to truly defend anyone with all of his soul and life, with the gift that God presented him. But, in millennium or two that would all change, and he would receive his first order for protection. It would be then that he would discover his true calling in the lives of mortals and immortals alike. Shortly after he had time to study and reflect on the first image, it reminded him that he was still below God, and thus prone to damage, prone to death by any means capable, including divinely enchanted bullets.
The second image materialized after a pulse of radiant, holy, white light vibrated from the first image. The picture left was of, relatively, the same man, although he looked barely older, slightly more experienced, yet now the blade was rotated down so the tip of the blade was touching the cement and numerous bright yellow lines traveled awkwardly down the blade, the focus of his powers, if you will, allowing him to transfer his own Angelic Energy down the blade, his holy instrument, and increase it up towards tenfold. His golden yellow hair now traveled down to his waistline, his body carrying a, well, almost a silver tunic, exposing the center line of his chest, and, thinking back, this was only a short time before he had fallen from the graces of God and followed Lucifer deep into the s**t-hole he called Hell. It was strange, now that he looked back, it seemed as though being an Angelic Guardian would be the perfect job for him, and even better it was as though that the woman he had chosen, personally, to protect, would be the one he would follow to the rest of her days, but alas, it wouldn't be so. The world was cruel, harsh, yet real. In due time, he would learn that the world was not for Heroic Guardians.
A third image would appear in the 'Ocean' of his mind, as a light yellow pulse sparked from the center of the second image, spreading darkly over to the edges such that when it reached it was now a dark black. Shirtless, the third image of Cedric formed, showing a darkly tanned and incredibly honed body of muscle, and yet, it was still so tainted, so corrupt. His hair a dark black now, cut incredibly short around his head, just barely hanging in front of his eyes, and even his blade reflected the taint and corruption with a darkened, almost blackened blade, the yellow lines of electrical energy now glowing a dark red, representing the lack of control in his abilities. It was...Strange. Very strange, really. And yet it was still so...Well...Right, at least in his eyes. A Master, yet a Novice, a Recruit, yet a General. The irony of it. Perfect.
The fourth image now, he could almost predict what it was. Had he predicted, he would have been right, as it was an image of himself and his own well-being as he saw his current body slowly materialize, half-decayed, half-strong and well-built, and yet the blade had now found a balance between the light and the darkness and, well, it was strange in the way that his body had seemingly mastered a Grey area. On the one hand, he still had the leadership and ability gotten from his many, many years spent as an Angel, and on the other hand, he was still ruthless, demanding of his beasts to do his every last bidding. It was almost shameful to see how far he had fallen, yet it was gratifying all the same to see how far he had come. Right where the bullet wound was back in reality, it slowly began to materialize and appear, a red liquid slowly trickling from the wound. In his mind, he knew it was true. He had been wounded, simply enough to say, by a mortal, even if he almost refused to believe it he knew it was true nonetheless. Another 'pulse' brought him back to reality.
Only one second had passed, yet it felt like a century.
Another moment passed, this time another bullet had struck him, inches upwards from the first, fired off a re-coil effect and this time the pain was real as it shot through his chest, the Grigori General letting out a loud growl, pointing his blade to the darkened sky, a bolt of blue and red lightning sparking down to his blade, the blade glowing a dim purplish color at the moment. With a sudden step forwards he unleashed a random lightning bolt at the crowd, more a diversion tactic if anything, although he was sure to take down a human as the bolt struck a young woman, perhaps twenty-two years old as far as he could tell from that range, flinging her back into the ocean and frying her at the same time as a loud Boom! was heard as the lightning shot particles this way and that to get to its target. Letting out an incredibly loud roar, his battle cry, it was his turn to rend mortals from their precious flesh. Sprinting forwards he made his way to the front lines, determined to take whomever would get in his way, sprinting and dodging through the larger, hulking beasts in front, including Lucifer's personal death hounds, his small, yet agile body making an incredibly difficult, yet high-priority target for the humans. The General of the Black Vanguard had joined the fight. His movements were swift, unseen, like Lightning dodging in and out of the battlefield. Even in the midst of carnage and blood he never lost the grace of a Grigori, carrying with him at every step.This is from an 'Apocalypse-On-Earth' type of Roleplay, however this was done a few months ago when I was at, what could be called my Prime. This was my 'Average' in that Roleplay, however it should be noted that this roleplay was done with patient Roleplayers where the story could go anywhere from 24 to 48 hours without a Completed post being made, however it was roughly the prime of my 'Literate' Roleplay Ventures. This next post involves the same group of people, however at the time the 'Interaction' was more 'One on One'. Cedric felt a light, barely noticeable shiver run up his spine at Adriana's touch. "You know I can't call in, Adriana. But I promise, I'll come back in one piece, alright?" He spoke almost idly, knowing that one day that would be a promise he wouldn't be able to keep as he replaced the book to its place on the shelf. A light sigh escaped his lips, albeit momentarily. He knew he couldn't promise her he'd stay together forever, but he knew for a fact that he would promise to her that he would try. Beyond all else, he would try. The Military wasn't a safe project, however it was a necessary one, and it was a way for him to provide for himself and Adriana, as well as give back to the community what he had sinned as a Convict. Smiling gently, he rotated around after a few seconds of Adriana nuzzling into his back. "And Yes Babe, I saw the Music Box by our bed...It's very nice. Sounds beautiful, really. You did a wonderful job on it." He draped his arms around her neck, leaning down and kissing her on the lips. He honestly hoped that something would happen between the two of them to really 'Seal' the relationship, either before or after he had done his work time today. At the sound of a loud rapping at the door, he knew it certainly wasn't going to happen before. Knowing his luck, it wasn't likely to happen after either.
Adriana and Cedric had met on fairly shaky terms, and they had been dating for about Six Months now. Actually, their Six Months was...What? Four days ago? Three? He couldn't remember. He wondered if they'd get a moment alone to themselves, just a little bit of time, maybe an hour or two just to be together, awake, nothing to do. No interruptions, no breaks. But alas, such time was rarely found in the vaults, especially with their erratic work schedules. Cedric usually got home a few hours before Adriana would leave for work, and she'd usually arrive home an hour or so before he had to leave off. But still, five or six hours together a day was better than nothing, although he had often wished she would just find something better, well, not better per se, but to find a job that took a few less hours out of the day for the two of them to be together. Or at least -awake- together. But still, he loved her like any boyfriend would, even moreso if you thought about it. In fact, if the time and problem came, he would probably give up his life for her. ...Or...Maybe that was his soul talking......
As the rapping at the door continued on he was brought slowly back to reality, caught gazing into Adriana's eyes despite the noise coming from the visitor outside the door. Leaning slowly in, he touched his lips to hers gently, holding it for a few seconds seemingly out of a 'trance' so to speak, before smiling and finally talking again. "I'll go see who that is." He went to turn before stopping, just for a second. A flash of yellow light burned past his eyes...No...Not his eyes, his mind. Blinding. Flashbacks? But of what? ...He continued on, letting go of Adriana and heading for the door, blinking a few times on his way there. What the hell was that? Shifting open the latch on the door, he looked through the window on the vault, before closing it again, one of his Military buddies. Eh, better than the police finally catching up to him. Moving a hand to the heavy vault lever he pulled down on it, slowly pulling back the door as the air escaped, looking to the man ahead of him, nodding once. "So, what're you doin' around here Chris?...?"
It was a pretty generic question, for a fairly out-of-the-way Visit. He wondered what the hell the guy was doing here. After all, his shift wasn't for another hour or...Two, maybe even three. He had -hoped- to get to cuddle with Adriana a bit more before he had to inevitably go off to a dangerous job where no one's life was assured, and yet here he was, possibly having to entertain a visitor. But he smiled regardless, sure he was frustrated, but he wasn't necessarily unhappy. After all, Chris was another Military Man like him, and one with the same goals, albeit for different reasons. He knew how Chris liked to get flirty all the time, he just hoped he wouldn't be doing it with Adriana. Cedric had a habit of getting just a bit jealous when guys flirted with Adriana in front of him, but for some reason he was okay with Adriana being a dancer at some strip club somewhere. Anyway, he had no idea what Chris was here for, unless it was to persuade him to go into work early.That last one was from a Post-Apocalyptic, but more 'Fallout 3' type of Roleplay. This is, by far, the most I've ever written in a normal Roleplay, however it was in response to two other roleplayers, and I had to stretch for it a bit, but this would be that 'Maximum' I was speaking of earlier.Cedric looked over towards Lucifer, Rashiel, and Cyrus. A soft smirk played across his lips as he watched them. Out of the many, many elder demons that were around, there were only -three- that he respected with any real meaning. Lucifer, his father, his protectorate. He who brought him down from the failing ashes that would soon be the Lord's Realm, bringing him down to where he can serve his true meaning and purpose for all eternity. Lucifer had done so much for the boy. He had caught him when he fell from God's grasp, he had taught him that everything he had known was a lie, an insult to himself and to his nature. And most importantly, it was he who inspired Cedric to be that all he could be, and to demolish anyone foolish enough to stand in his way on his route to power. His gaze then idly rolled over the figure of Reficul, or Refiki as a few of the other Elders had called him.
Refiki was another who had garnered Cedric's respect. He was no doubt one of the older demons here, but still lacking the age and experience that Cedric had as an elder demon under his Lord Lucifer. He was somewhat wise for his years, if not rash and prone to fighting on instinct, as well as tentatively. It was strange, seeing him as he was now, but it was not without its own perks. Refiki, one of the Grigori under his father's will, and one that had gained much respect from the Elder Demon. Finally, his eyes wandered over the sleek and young figure of the Prince. No, not Prince Mikael, but Prince Seir, Rashiel.
Rashiel. The youngest of the Grigori, and yet still he had qualities that Cedric found very respectful to him as a person. He knew life's ins and outs, and he knew them well. He was wise far beyond his years, if prone to the stupid decisions that the young ones so often make. To him it was almost as though he was the baby brother of Cedric himself, well, to an extent. An Overseer in the Armies he was of great use to them all, and his personality showed it. He knew when he was an asset to them, and he did not flaunt like, say, Mikael would. Finally his eyes, glanced down to the Demoness in his arms, who was still curled against his body. He scoffed mentally before his gaze rose back up towards Cyrus.
As for all the other demons? Well. He had no use for them aside from the ones that he deemed vicious, skilled, and lethal enough to make it into his personal Battalion. In fact, only those that could hold their own, those that were the elite among the lesser demons, and even some of the elite among the greater demons were allowed into the Black Vanguard. His forces, almost constantly fighting amongst each other, would seem at first glance to be a disorganized clash of demons. However, when his senior officers took up the reigns, his army became one of the most disciplined within the Demon Armies. Cedric did not believe in training or keeping discipline. There was a very simple reason for this. If you weren't good enough to be within the Black Vanguard, you would find yourself dead within hours of making it in. And if you caused trouble? Well. Cedric would end your life personally with his bare hands, however this did not happen too often. When the time came for battle, his troops listened without hesitation and followed his orders to the dot.
As for those who didn't get into his battalion, they were worthless. No, they were BEYOND worthless. They were of no use to anyone and deserved to die a miserable death. They existed only to serve those who could take control of them and no one else. For instance, the demoness in his arms. Had she been in his battalion she would be at least making moves on him instead of curled up in her pathetic little ball of fear and nervousness. Had her body not been able to make up for it, he may have just killed her on the spot for how much she reeked of fear. It made him sick to his stomach, but he would deal with it. After all, when this was done she would be of no use to him, thrown aside after she was used to satisfy his personal libido. The demoness glanced up to him as his thoughts finished, as if she could read them. Cedric gave her a soft, re-assuring smile, and she looked back to Lucifer and the rest of the group. Pathetic. Truly Pathetic.
He let a soft chuckle drift from his mouth as he watched over Cyrus. He was a traitor to their kind, but forgiven so easily. Perhaps his father, Lucifer, was much more kind than God was. After all, he had cared for him after he fell, had he not? He had shown him the way. And look where he stood now? God would have had no use for an Angel like Cedric beside pairing him with those damned humans. Those damned humans that he had to protect with his life. Humans who let you love them. Who let you latch on. And humans who break your heart. They all deserve to die or serve. They have no other purpose. There will no longer be a free Humanity. I will personally enslave them all if I must. Every. Last. One. The demoness in his grip gave out a soft whimper as Cedric's arms seemed to crush her out of sub-conscious anger. He looked down to her, immediately easing up upon realizing it, smiling to her, that re-assuring smile of his.
His gaze then lingered to her, before slowly making its way back up to his father. His voice was soft, much more tame than it had been when he suggested to let Cyrus go free back to the humans. "...Father...When shall I give the signal to march to Ashemark? ...If necessary I can have the preparations for the Black Vanguard to move out in only a few minutes. ...We could overtake the human settlement there with relative ease if you wish." He stopped talking for a minute before a door opened to his left, followed by a number of roars from Demons back in the Central Plaza. Someone was stirring up trouble. And that meant that someone was about to die. In fact, someone was about to die VERY soon if they did not stop stirring up the damned demons.
Those around him could feel his anger flare somewhat as his thoughts raced. This time, however, he was careful not to allow his mental anger flow into his Physical Actions. Idiot Demons. They can't even hold still for two damned seconds? I swear if I get out there and they aren't calm...I'll decimate the lot of them, as well as whoever was foolish enough to disturb them. And if it was one of our human servants? So help me Father, I will remove them from existence... He idly and lazily glanced back towards the entrance to the Prison, before shaking his head and sighing, turning back to the group, his face virtually emotionless aside from the anger that flared in his eyes.
Ah, his eyes. A wonderful mixture of blue and gold, swirling with his emotions as they mimicked the actions of Lightning, sparking through the Irises. It was an amazing sight for anyone to see up close. He glanced right, and then left, to the cages that held various other demonic prisoners. He had no idea what Lucifer had planned for them, but not a single one of them were even worth his input on the manner, and thus, unless asked personally by Lucifer, he would give no opinion on the screeches and howls of all manners of Prisoners. Pitiful. Every Last one of them.
He then turned his head to the door that opened up on his left as one of the less known Demons managed to pop her way into the fray of the group. Most likely a spy, his eyes told him, from her figure and her physique. She was pretty, true enough, and she had a certain quality about her that made him think only slightly more of her than he did of the other demons, but still, that wasn't much compared to what you had to do to gain his full and total respect. Still...She was one hell of a better candidate to be his than the demoness in his arms. Even if she WAS dressed a tad more properly. A small smirk crept over his face as he looked to her, the one known as Setsuka. He didn't know her well, but he knew her well enough, as he did with most of the demons in the demon armies, especially the ones that currently resided on Earth.
Overhead, a large, booming thunderstorm continued to rage on, lightning and thunder crashing down with onslaughts upon onslaughts of rain. And for once, he hadn't created it. He had forgotten how easy it was just to manipulate natural storms than create his own. But that was for another time, right now he had other things to concentrate on now. He let out a small yawn as his gaze drifted back to Lucifer. Had Lucifer been watching his eyes he would be able to note from Cedric that, even behind his hair, he was more than ready to fight. More than ready to tear apart his next foe. Out of all the demons he was the one who had perhaps been waiting for this the longest, having fallen to the Darkness due to the insincerity of a human, he wanted this to happen. He wanted them to die, to be his slaves. He had been waiting for far too long.
His face was still emotionless, still waiting, still silent and patient. With his eyes half-open he watched Lucifer, glancing every few seconds to the rest of the Grigori, but always going back to Lucifer. The Blue and Yellow lines flickered across his eyes. A flash of lightning struck down once in the Plaza, instantly decimating the poor, idiotic demon standing there. It hit square in the center. He was ready.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 12:44 pm
@ Lucard: Accepted, by far.
@ COV: I'm not quite sure what you're applying for....
And yes, I have the authority to say that.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 12:46 pm
Fef, are you taking captaincy of the squad? And COV is more or less re-applying to the squad with a differant character.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 1:15 pm
Thanks for the clarification. COV is accepted then.
Yep. I'll be moving in here as soon as the announcement goes up.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 1:30 pm
No problem. I'll be awaiting the announcement.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 6:31 pm
As the clouds moved over the moon. It became darker than the blackest blacks. We slowly made me through the forbidden woods. As last, we have made it to the demons castle. We began the attack on the castle, they have archers? We pulled back and tried to go a round to the back of the castle. They didn't think we would do that, so there army was mostly at the front of the castle so we had no trouble getting in the back.
Now we are in the castle. We have to find the demon king. We looked around someone saw a staircase, so my and half of the army went up the stairs. It took thee minutes to make it to the top. At last we mad it and there he is the dark demon king, now its time to free the people. We charged him and attack, he was strong but we had numbers. The battle went on for hours but at last it is done, the demon king is dead. At took all of our lives but now the people are free.
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2009 11:18 pm
It's... eh...
I'm rather torn, because now that the full thing is there, I'm getting a bit clearer picture of your RPing, but at the same time, I don't like the picture. I mean, the spelling and grammar is good, but your usage isn't at all. A good 3/4ths of your sentences could cave been linked together with a comma or otherwise separated better, and on top of that, I don't know where the 'we' is coming from in all of this, because this is, for one, third person RPing in the guild, and for two, puppeting of whatever other person or people you're with. You also speedhacked with all the amounts of time in there, not to mention all the actions you took. On top of all that, I never figured out what your character's name was, because you didn't mention it.
I'll give you seat ten, because though I want to put you higher, I can't justify doing so.
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2009 11:00 am
I will not let you down, I will continue to get better I swear on my soul! This is my fest RP guilds, so I can and will do better in time.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 11:05 am
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