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[Pyro]

I am starting a new RP thread (after What Surprises The Moon Always Holds finishes, because I like to keep myself occupied within the RPing section) and I am looking for profiles. I already have my character and the background to the story set up just throw in anything if you'd like. I'll post character profiles of MINE when i'm ready, I intend on picking names through some kind of system. I already know one or two people who are going to in it because they fit right into my lap. We'll see from their profiles though.

So post your profile here, guns are welcome (not God guns of course), no power up weapons obviously, basically all the standard rules apply. I am giving you a chance to redefine an RP character, and I warn you now... I reserve right to discriminate against those being Godly (being you destroy an enemy with one blow... Sorry but I don't like that when we're in battle and it ends horribly as we've done before). Just thought i'd throw a warning out to you people, making sure to give you time to think up your characters. Right now, i'm about outta here. Adios, and good luck. I'll be checking back and I expect those who like to RP and are looking for something of a storyline to join.

OH! and before I forget. You are required to come up with a symbol, something that represents you. Just make a plain symbol, a little later once I pick the people I'm going to go into more depth but i'm not sure of the people who will join so we'll see. I don't want a lot of people, just enough to keep things interesting. All right? NOW! i'm outta here.

Seven

[Dragon]

and i'll be signing up for this....

My symbol:

My Character Sketch (courtesy pyro):


My Character:

Name: Callahan\Shaun

Clothes: Plate male boots and pants, a sleeveless upper robe with cloth hanging over my right shoulder, Black fingerless gloves that go halfway up my forearm.

Physical Appearance: Brown hair that’s parted down the middle and hangs into my eyes, eyes that are a shade of blue so light that it’s almost white, body is toned and muscled very well, about 5 foot 8 inches.

Weapon of Choice: Sword

History (Bio): I, Callahan Fenton, died at the age of 18 long before a lot of people were born or even before the concept of “18” was thought up. I gave up my life as a sacrifice to save thousands of my people. It was only fitting that I made it into heaven. God made me an Angel to show his gratitude towards me for saving so many of his creations. He also renamed me Shaun which, he told me, means God’s Gift.

I served him for a very long time, more years than I could ever count up to. It is the duty of an angel to act as a medium of God’s power, and to exist to execute God’s will. An angel will reveal himself to individuals in order to announce events, either good or bad, affecting humans. And so that was my job. To do God’s bidding.

But eventually you get tired of it. I know I did, especially after my last assignment under his rule. I was to journey to earth and appear to a sterile earth woman. It was God’s will, initially, that she would have the rebirth of God’s son, Jesus. Yes, I’m talking about the second coming, the apocalypse, the end of the world. As soon as the words were to leave my mouth and I was to tell her that she would have God’s son, she would automatically become pregnant with Jesus.

The problem was, I couldn’t do it. I refused to tell this poor woman that her child would bring about the apocalypse. As I was to appear to her, the image of countless people dieing in the way that god had planned overwhelmed me and I couldn’t do it. I ascended to heaven, knowing that the conversation I was to have with God was NOT a pleasant one.

The end of the argument ended something like this. “Fuck you, God! If it comes to ending so many lives, I refuse to do your bidding!” *sticks up middle finger* … God stares at me… *God gives me the middle finger… then turns it to point down*… *clouds under me open up and I fall through down through space and onto earth*

After I woke up from falling, I found a note attached to me. It was from god. It said

“You will keep your wings and your halo, although it’s broken now. Keep your sword. You are now mortal. Age does not affect you but you can die, same as any other mortal. If you do die, I’ll be waiting at the gates with the final three words of the argument: “Go to Hell.”

So now I, Callahan renamed as Shaun, am destined to live here on earth, to live as a mortal

(that's all i got....)

[Rellik]

Symbol: It's a ying-yang-skull-dragon thing.

Name: Malakai

Position: Assassin

Age: 24

Description: 5'9, 157 lbs, Shoulder legth brown hair, amber-eyes, dressed in black cloak with white sleeves and white hood.

Weapons:
Ceremonial dagger: Given to me by my father. A beautiful dagger, the blade made of adament and the handle plastered in rubys and sapphires. Worth quite a bounty. Sword: If the assassin is unable to deal the mercy blow, the sword may be used to finish the job.
Bow&Arrow: Used for long range killings, the heads made of fine silver and the tips dipped in snake venom.

Bio: I am an assassin. Trained from the age of 5 in the ways of the assassins, I am expertly trained in the art of stealth and quick mercy-killings. Though I am an expert in the ways of stealth, I am constantly hunted by the loved ones of those I have murdered. I have fled from the assassin strong hold "Rorik" in order to protect my friends from those that hunt me. Forced into exile and forever chained to a life of a vagabond. Though, I carry a heavy burden. I am cursed to be plauged by constant attacks of a demon that dwells within me (don't get excited, it's a split personality). I, normally a very silent person and only expressess my emotions when needed and would not kill anyone, unless assigned to, HE is a complete opposite.

Though every bit as silent as me when a mission is presently being executed, he is vicious, savage and primal. All that stand before him fall to his blade and all that flee from him fall to. He feels no mercy no compassion no sympathy for his fellow man.

While I can maintain a certain degree of control over him, he is powerful enough to take me over at will on several occasions. His unsatisfiable hunger for alcohol, money and women constantly drive me toward large cities where a price is on my head, putting me in mortal danger. I travel the country-side, in hopes of finding a way to redeem myself from my sins, and have the gods stare down upon me with approval.

Alas, I am destined for a life alone on the road. Though, I am not entirly alone.

(3 sinfest sigs in a row. cool.)

[Rani Lilith]

Edited

Ill just be using my orig. character.

-Rani is 17 years old.
-She is about 5'5
-long brown hair that stops at the middle of her back, with red eyes.

The unique thing about Rani is, she can shift into any animal she wants to. The only way you can tell if its her or not, is her red eyes. Any animal she has seen in real life, books, or tv, she can shift into. Also she has the power to communicate with them, even when she is a human by speaking to them through mind connections. When she was 2 she got lost in the woods once, never to be found agian. Since then she has been living with the animals of the woods. They have helped her survive, and become strong in her shifting skills. Considering the fact that she has lived with animals her whole life, she has had barley any contact with humans. Because of that, she fears people, and will barley say more then five words to someone. Eventually if she stays with a certain person[s] for sometime though, she will learn to trust that person.
Rani is a fierce sword fighter as well. Stealing the sword of a traveler, she has taught herself the ways of the sword, with the help of animals. Soon she became stronger.
At times she is dark and mysterious, and very unpredictable, with a bad temper. She trusts no one. Rani can manipulate any animal she wants to, in order to win a fight. She has a weakness though. If any animal that is within 5 miles of her, she feels that animals pain. Not only feels it, but gets the same injury.
She is basically stays in the woods, the home that she has lived at ever since animals took her in. The one spot that she visists every day though, is a waterfall. The waterfall in which she was rescued by a pack of wolverines [[they never give up//thanx Pyro]], and got to know the animals of the woods.


[[My Pendent--Its not as cool as the others..=[ ]]

[Pyro]

Okay, I was going to wait for everybody, but you know what? fuck it. If this is all I end up gettin' i'm cool with that, the profiles look amazing and i'm sure a few more people will get into it once they get the opportunity. Well, here are my stories, they're about six pages in length each. You don't NEED to read them, but it would help considering i'm not posting the character profiles until later. Here ya go:

Malice Of Demos
Chapter One: Resurrection
“Welcome to life” A familiar voice rang in my head as I sat upwards and shook my head back and forth as my brain seemed to rattle inside of my head. I looked around to see a dark blue tint over the bizarre walls and floor, and a stench that made you wish you had died… This would be the perfect place to do it if you did.

“Is it time already Hades?” I asked him, standing up and cracking my shoulders from my long ‘hibernation’ type nap. “It’s already been fifteen years?”

“The world just FLIES by while you’re sleeping, don’t it?” Hades questioned, playing with a small blue fireball that juggled across his cold deadly hands. He stood tall, very tall at the height of seven foot three inches, and contrary to belief on how he was portrayed in movies or cartoons. His skin was not blue, it was of the normal peach color, and his hair was dark black that dropped like silk past his shoulders. It was the darkest shade of black I had ever seen, and his shoulders were very broad that held a black cloak up around his body. His hood remained down, but of course he kept the entire front zipped up to his throat, adding to the creepy appeal that he always had going for him. His eyes radiated with red whenever he grew angry, but otherwise they just shown in their dark brown form. “So,” he said with a smile. “Spiked Demon is what they called you wasn’t it?” He smiled widely.

“Yes” I said stretching my arms as two large red spikes on the back of my shoulders pulsed in energy. They radiated vibrantly as I titled my neck to each side, hearing the cracking noise echo through the strange hallway of blue tinted walls that stretched upwards to an endless blackened sky. “That is I, the Spiked Demon, The Flame Dancer, and The Graceful Assassin.” I smiled slightly at the last one and looked at the silver cufflinks on my wrists that I used as small blocking weapons. The Graceful Assassin was the oldest alias that I had been given, derived from when I used a sickle… And when I was human.

“So, you know why I’ve brought you back right?” Hades smiled as his smooth voice that rung into my ears yet again. It had been a long time since I had heard anything, sleeping for fifteen years would put your senses on hold just a bit. “The kid’s found out what you did to his father, Squall.” I smiled a large smile; Squall was the most resistant man I’ve ever defeated. He held a gun with a blade on the tip, and he could force energy through his hands into the gun to make the tip large and pulse with angelic energy. I could still feel the scar pulse on my back from his blade; he was the first and the only one to ever scar me with a blade… So far he was still the last.

“Interesting…” I stated with a large smile on my face as I stood up from the slab I lay upon during my sleep. The room seemed much smaller once I had awoken from a fifteen-year slumber; I guess my eyes had to readjust to the light that even the underworld managed to somehow produce. Hades led me through the Valley of the Dead, where we walked past several doors that had rather disturbing words written on them to symbolize the tortures being performed inside. One room that caught my eye was the “Searing Poker” room, and the “Bamboo Chute” room. The tortures inside would be too horrid of a sight for any mortal to see. Fortunately for me I was not mortal and had watched almost every torture performed, but of course it would never be me in there so it had no impact on me what so ever.

Chapter Two: Soul Eater
We approached a door with a lock only used for the most important of rooms; a face stared in my eyes and glared evilly as large spiral horns protruded from its head. Its eyes shone red as I placed my hand into two large holes presented under his head. A sharp object pierced my skin as I felt warm blood slither down my fingers and drop into a pot filled with others blood as well as mine now. The mouth opened and uttered several words in the demon language I could not understand; it must have been the original demon form of speaking as I simply stared forwards into my eyes as I refused to show any pain. Finally the words I had learned so long ago echoed from the demon door’s mouth and a smile etched itself across my face once my hands had pulled from the two holes in the door. “Hello Demos, Welcome Back.” I smiled as the words rang into my head and I entered the room in which Hades dared not to follow into (although I knew he had tried many times to open the vault). The only thing in the endless hallway that appealed to me was the large sword lying upon a stone pedestal that stuck directly up from the ground slightly obnoxiously.

Once the blade had been ripped from the pedestal in which it stood directly upwards towards the blackened nothing that was considered a roof, a small rumble began to shake the room as the doors behind me closed. Soul Eater hung by my side glinting with some strange aura as it’s magnificent blade pointed diagonally towards the ground but I would never allow it to touch the ground that would dishonor the blade. Bounding from the darkness that was the endless hallway came a large behemoth of a monster; it’s feet stomping into the ground with rage at the fact that the sword had been taken. It’s black paws slammed angrily against the ground as three sets of teeth and three pairs of eyes shown in darkness until it stepped forwards. Standing in front of me was the guardian of hell, Cerberus. As I swung my sword across my body the chain on the end jingled slightly and I now remembered why it was there. The moment I had killed Squall I took the pendant after beheading him, and kept it to disgrace his family that he had not been able to die with his crest with him.

“Hello Cerberus.” I mocked him as my knees bent slightly to accommodate the shift in weight that I would be doing. It was my ‘fighters stance’ if you would, and it hadn’t changed for a hundred years. Cerberus bounded forwards as my blade flew up to met its teeth as it pounced forwards in an attempt to destroy me. With a quick slash its teeth dropped to the ground as the beat ran back into the bowels of the darkened hallway until it would make an attempt at somebody else’s soul. I laughed and simply tossed my blade into the air, catching it behind my back and bringing it around to slide into it’s crystal sheath that hung heavily on my red belt. Behind me the doors swung open violently and crashed against the walls to signal my release from the room.

“Well,” Hades said with a smile appearing on his face. “I see you haven’t lost any of your steam.” I smiled and looked around the underworld. “Bring me to Alistair.”

Chapter Three: The Zanzibar
In an instant Hades snapped his fingers as the underworld sank into the ground around me and a man stood in front of me. He was much shorter than I was, probably around the height of 5’ 9” if you rounded up. He simply looked up into my brown eyes, and began to survey my facial features. My face was smooth unlike my sandpaper-rough hands, and my short black spiky hair swayed slightly as the wind rippled through it. He looked to the large spikes extruding from my shoulders and then looked over my armor marked with dark symbols to grant more power. Crests in my arms, several along the sides of my boots and my legs to make me fast, and they all pulsed golden as I stared down at him. His eyes reverted to the scar diagonally located across my face that was left by Squall as well. A lucky shot with his gun that also was his sword left me unable to get away from it, and I was forced to make the sacrifice of a scar a cross my face to save my life. It was worth it.

I watched as his eyes turned to horror and I smiled widely. His memory was beginning to come back, and as he looked to me I simply winked once he remember exactly who I was. The sweat that dripped down his face as his jaw dropped to its farthest length, his blonde hair waving past his blue eyes that refused to lose contact with my dark brown ones. His jacket, just like his fathers, was black and seemed too small for him with white feathers on the front that billowed slightly and clashed against the lion head releasing a proud roar on his back with a cross stemming from the bottom of it. He wore a plain white undershirt and black leather pants that dropped down to his pitch-black boots that shown in the sunlight around us.

We were located in a bizarre city that was basically only a Zanzibar, and why people lived here was nothing to me. The sunlight that managed to fight it’s way down around us was hardly enough to call sunlight, and the clouds that were produced from smoke stacks were rotten and dark. This was a place where darkness resided, and a place in which gangs fought to claim territory. I could feel all the horrible things as mortals would say happening, and as I looked to my left a man in white lifted his gun and shot a man in all black in the back of the head. He stepped on top of his body and began to drag him through the puddle of blood into the back alleyway in which I could see a red Buick parked and could sense a man in the shadows somewhere back in the alleyway.

“Demos…” Alistair brought my attention back to him as smiled widely. He stared angrily at me as I placed my right hand on my sword which hung on my left side, and rose my left hand ready to use Chakra just incase I needed it. Chakra was a spiritual force in which pulsed through every living being’s body, but some could not find the methods or means to use it. With it you could create fire, swirl wind around you, defy the laws of gravity, or even with enough skill and practice work your spirit into the mind of your enemy to destroy them from the inside out. That was a favorite of mine to do at the last minute to cause them more pain than they could ever imagine, but Soul Eater always claimed their soul in the end.

Chapter Four: Beloved Death
“Yes?” I chuckled and flicked the handle of Soul Eater from its sheath and ripped it through the air and downwards towards Alistair. “Son of Squall.” I told him as his reactions slid the sword from his sheath and clashed with Soul Eater. The sparks erupted as my left hand shot forwards and placed two fingers against his face. With the slightest bit of energy he rolled backwards several meters as his sword clanged against the pavement and slid into the side of the brick building in the alleyway we stood in. “You’ve got a lot to live up to, your father was the only person to ever leave a scar on me, he left two. You won’t be so lucky.”

He reached for his sword but nothing was there as he realized where his sword had gone to on the battlefield. I stood tall and proud as to how easily I was defeating him, and that’s when she entered. Her hair was a luscious red that was short and fell only down to her shoulders, but here eyes were an emerald green color. She wore white armor that shone wildly as she turned and reached for her belt at the sight of me. In her hands she held two Chakrams, gripping them tightly as I noticed the red leather looked worn and weathered after many a harsh battle.

“Zora.” I smiled. “It’s just one big reunion.”

“You know him Zora?” Alistair asked as he clenched his long sword, never taking his eyes from me.

“Aaaw, don’t tell me you didn’t tell him?” I smiled wickedly and spun my blade around to allow it to rest over my right shoulder. “Alistair, Zora is my old apprentice. She left after a minor mishap in killing your father befell her.”

“Alistair… I didn’t know.” Her voice was light and carried through the air unlike the two other harsh voices that seemed to travel still as it felt like all of time had stopped. Her eyes swelled with tears before they transformed from their green form into their white rage colored eyes that I had seen so many times. She hurled her Chakrams forwards, but with a simple flick of my left hand they stopped dead in their tracks and shot backwards at her. As she caught them a gasp escaped her mouth and Alistair fell silent as he stared in her eyes.

“Good-bye Zora.” I said as Soul Eater began to drink the blood from the wound in her stomach. I watched the end of my blade sticking through her stomach as the blood that would drip down it was pulled into the sword to give it more power, and as her body dropped limp to the ground I pulled the sword from her stomach and turned to see Alistair’s face twisted in sheer terror. “Too bad for her, she was cute.” In a matter of seconds Alistair’s face twisted from horror to nothing but anger and hatred for me and everything I stood for. It was obvious he wanted me dead, and I knew that rage would fuel him to either fight better or sloppier; I guess we’d find out soon enough. “So,” I mocked Alistair with a large smile. “Angry yet?” Soon I discovered that Alistair had much of the angelic strength that is father had, able to summon the energy of angels that so conveniently given him that strength at that particular time period. He raised his sword as it stretched outwards with pink and blue energy the pulsed crazily. It made my shoulder ache, where my demon energy was concentrated, and my head burn slightly. Angelic energy was the one thing I knew could leave a scare across my skin, and my hatred for it never stopped.

“I’ll see you in hell!” Alistair screamed as he dove forwards meeting Soul Eater’s demonic aura now burning brighter as it seemingly leached off the angelic energy.

“Been there, done that,” I laughed at him before pushing him backwards with chakra from my left hand. “Say hello to Zora when you get down there though.” I couldn’t help but to throw in another insult, it felt almost required considering the circumstances.

We danced around the alleys of the Zanzibar; using all advantages we could to better our positions. Whether it was sneak attacks from around corners, or pinning the other’s blade against the ground between objects, we did everything; until we had finally managed to reach a dead end that allowed us to move forwards no farther.

Our blades clashed in a frenzy emitting sparks that burned against the sky as they gently fizzed out to nothing seemingly miles away from the ground for them. Alistair was just as clueless as his father when it came to fighting those with more power. His footing could have easily been used to his advantage, and the true potential of my power was hardly being utilized.

“It seems we’ll be locked in this struggle between good and evil for all eternity, doesn’t it?” I laughed spinning Soul Eater around my hands and then throwing it onto my shoulder with a very large smile. He panted heavily trying to catch his breath as the air whistles aggressively through the cracks the lead to the outside world. Right now it felt as if we were the only two left and we’d be trapped here until judgment day fighting.

“No, it doesn’t.” Alistair replied. “Because I’ll be killing you now.” He ran forwards and heaved his sword above his head, kicking himself into the air. The angelic energy slid through the air ripping it in two as the pink and blue streaks mingled behind it a slight ways. His blade headed directly down my forehead and would cut my directly in half until Soul Eater slid over my head with a small toss of my shoulder. I tilted the blade slightly to my right as his sword clashed against it and slid down into the ground. My left hand flew up and my fist backhanded across his face. He dropped to the ground, raising his sword before it dropped from his hand and clanged upon the ground, the sword’s angelic energy disappearing into nothingness.

Soul Eater made its way against Alistair’s neck before I knew it and as it pushed into his throat slightly a small simmer of blood dripped out that Soul Eater enjoyed drinking. It craved for more, but I pulled it away and slid it back into its sheath. I wanted a better battle than this, and I refused to allow it to end this quickly. A small clashing noise entered my ears as his sword flew to his hands, and instantly I realized he’d discovered his Chakra. The blade flew up and the angelic energy pulsed through it, breaking my armor and entering my stomach. I dropped to my knees after that, it was the worst feeling in the world… To be devoured inside out with the force of the one thing you despise more than anything else in the universe. The underworld slipped back into my vision, Soul Eater was gone… I lost.

Hades met me with a very happy look on his face, telling me exactly what he thought of me as I was dragged to a room with hot pokers. “Now you’ve heard my story, and before I hear this proposition of yours I’d like you to tell me yours.”

The man sitting across from me was in a large backed chair, he had ventured into the underworld for some reason and requested a meeting with me. How he ever made Hades consider it, even approve it was beyond me. Hades had been looking forwards to torturing my soul for a very long time, and to hear that somebody needed to meet with me was bizarre. His chair swiveled around, the large back revealing blonde hair that fell far past his back. It reached around his knees and he wore armor, golden armor that fit him flawlessly, daggers wrapped around his legs, and in his hand he fiddled with a small ball of darkness. It wasn’t unheard of to bend darkness to your will, but it took power to do it. His eyes were a vibrant shade of green, unlike that of any of which I had seen. He smiled a large toothy smile and cupped his hands together.

“Very well then,” He stated with his eyes staring directly into mine. “My name is Seven."

Hope you liked it, and here's the rival story:
Lucky Number Seven

Chapter One: The Gates
My mind raced as I brushed the blonde hair from my eyes and quickly looked around the area for some kind of sign of the man I was awaiting. I had been in some sleazy bizarre type place where the markets where half poor and people scurried the city in rags. I wore my battle armor considering where I was to be heading. Personalized plate mail that was designed to fit my body perfectly, it moved amazingly across my chest and my arms with large spikes from the back of my shoulders, to represent the one that I longed to see yet again. My pants were nothing but those used by that of the army except they had been customized through a variety of connections that I utilized to make them bullet proof, heat proof, and could deflect electricity. For the minions I would face would utilize all of these skills.

I had been playing with a blade that was strapped around my leg when I noticed the cloth wrapped around my left hand to protect the most precious item I owned was becoming dull and ragged. The blade slid back into it’s placing with the others before I reached over and slipped a cloth away from a merchant. He would never notice, nor did I think he would care considering that I only took the cloth, and not his life. Once removing the old ragged cloth I replaced it with the new one, only catching a glimpse of the diamond shaped ruby in the center of my palm before I wrapped it up and wished I could never see it again.

“Mr. Seven sir?” I heard behind me in an Indian accent as I turned to see a shell of a man standing straight up, very skinny, looked like he could hardly lift a paper cup as well as fend for himself.

“Ishmael?” I questioned as he nodded. “Very good, but you’re late. Now, take me to the Gates.” He nodded in acceptance before he turned and began to lead me to whichever alleyway contained the gates. I still find it ridiculous that the Gates are in such a… Rundown place. Although he HAS always loved torment and pity.

We walked for about an hour as my feet began to become irritated in the combat boots I wore. I left my right hand on the short sword that hung by my side, and finally whence we stopped I clenched the handle tightly before Ishmael turned around and looked up into my green eyes with sheer and utter fear on his face.

“My payment sir.” He said holding out his hand. A sneer crept along my face before I reached to my pocket and drew a small pouch of coins and threw them into the man’s hands.

“I give you my word it’s all there, all 500 of it.” This mission had cost me a pretty little penny, and I intended on making it worth every dollar of it. Ishmael nodded not daring contest my word before he placed his hand on the wall and uttered in some language that I could not understand. Its syllables were almost impossible to connect to any kind of language, and now as I stood there the strangest sight I had ever seen sparked into my vision. The bricks from the wall disintegrated as Ishmael stepped back several feet and a chasm of dark blue appeared before us before steps ripped from the ground and stopped right were we were standing. “Thank you Ishmael,” I muttered drawing my short sword and slipping it across his neck before taking the money back. “You’ve done wonders for me.” His body convulsed and tightened as he fell to his knees clenching his throat. After his attempt to mutter a few words failed he looked up to me as I placed my foot on his shoulder and kicked him down the steps of the opening that had just appeared. I followed, meeting his body half way down the stairs spread wide across three or four steps.

I knelt down and reached into his pockets, taking every single cent I could find which really wasn’t much. All in all he was a complete waste of life, and nobody would miss him… Except maybe if he had a family. I’d make sure when I had the time that they were properly reunited. His body was cast over the steps by my hand into the flame and my mind pulsed with the energy that I now knew exactly why Hades enjoyed what he did so much. The feeling of casting a soul, or to forsaken somebody to a horrible fate had given me something of a rush. I knew how God felt when he created me right then and there.

Chapter two: The Forsaken
It had taken me quite a while to reach the layers of the Underworld, and once I had entered the Valley of the Dead Hades himself met me. He Stood tall and towered over me, his black hair glistening by the very faint lights that were emitted here, blue flame torches lit along a path way so you wouldn’t get lost should you not be one of the damned.

“Ah, and who might we have here?” Hades chuckled crossing his arms across his chest. His black cloak was zipped to the top, and it shown just as his black hair. “Hey… Have I damned you before?”

“No,” I scowled at Hades setting him back a bit. “Somebody you and I both hate took the liberty to do that.” He stood slightly taller, letting his hands fall to his sides before he even dared to continue.

“You’re a Forsaken One?” He asked.

“I’m number Seven to be exact.” I told him.

“Seven… You’re the final one.” He began to smile widely, knowing the fate that lay before me before I even began to tell him anything. “You’re the one here for Him aren’t you?”

“That would be why I came here, yes.” I replied simply before Hades turned to a flat pallet that was empty.

“As you can see, he has awoken. Gone to slay the son of Squall as his own destiny has told him he must do.” Hades had accounted the tale of Him before he lead me to a large backed chair, a desk and a smaller chair. Hades sat in the smaller of chairs and allowed me to sit down in the larger one, of course allowing a guest such as myself command the respect. It was an odd side for Hades, but even he himself knew not to mess with the Forsaken ones.

“Well, that will give me time to prove to you that I am indeed the Seventh Forsaken One.” I told him, leaning over the desk in front of me.

“And you knew this how?” Hades questioned me.

“I’ve done my research Hades,” I replied simply. “You must test all of the Forsaken ones, well… The ones that have managed to REACH the Gates of Hell, to assure we are the real thing. I will be glad to show you,” I stopped before unwrapping the cloth I had stole from my left hand and revealed the ruby engraved in my hand. He smiled widely before I covered it back up and wrapped it tightly.

Chapter Three: surprise, surprise
“So you know your battle right? Considering you’re ‘Lucky Number Seven’?” Hades said. I had no idea of my battle, considering the rest of the Forsaken had passed away years and years ago.

“No…” I said simply looking at him with small signs of confusion dancing across my face.

“Number Seven of the Forsaken… He,” Hades began to tell me. “Is to fight Cerberus, the Guardian Of Hell.” My jaw fell open slightly as my mind connected the problem that stood before me. I would have to fight Cerberus, and considering I was not a hundred feet tall and I wasn’t a dog with three head… It would be much more difficult for me than I would have hoped.

“Fine, lets do it.” I said, standing up in my chair.

“I regret to inform you that Cerberus has recently lost some teeth, so you’re in luck.” Hades said. “He had his way on him.” I nodded as Hades led me through the Valley of the Dead yet again, except making a few more turns after we had crossed it. In the distance was a large arena type place, but across a boat ride. I stood in the boat, staring at the arena that I would be facing Cerberus in refused to take my eyes from it.

“Do you think you’re ready?” Hades asked me as I looked down into the pool of what I thought was water around us. I looked back to him slightly over my shoulder and only closed my eyes with a sigh for the moment.

“I do what I must.” I replied as Hades let out a slight laugh. The boat began to shake slightly as I spread my feet to keep my balance and drew the short sword by my side. It spun in my hand as I twirled my wrist and with little effort I began to realize exactly what was around us. Dead souls ripped from the muck in an attempt to flip the boat, which was the only thing separating us from them. Hades took the large pole from the water and began to swing it around at the dead souls that were hell bound on capsizing us. I cut through hands that fell back into the water with the small blade I held, before soon it stopped. Hades just continued to move the gondola along, but I refused to keep my eyes off the muck of souls and kept my short sword drawn at all times.

“I apologize for that little mess back there. They’re all oh so rowdy.” Hades smiled with a hand on my shoulder before walking forwards and throwing open the doors to the arena. In the center stood Cerberus and it was obvious that something was wrong because at the presence of me, he quivered slightly. The Guardian of Hell stood before a Forsaken One and quivered in fear, oh how I found that hilarious. Stepping up to the arena boundaries the minute my being passed it a seal appeared around the large ring, shooting up as a barrier appeared. Hades wanted to be assured I wouldn’t run, but this was what I needed to do and I would never turn away from it.

Cerberus instantly bounded forwards, the middle head missing teeth, and attempted to chomp at me. My hand flew up as a wall of black energy appeared, repelling the large beast. His back cracked as it hit the ground, very loudly, but instantly he rolled over and growled very angrily. He let out a loud roar the shook the entire dome before his large paw rammed into my chest, knocking me heavily against the barrier that kept me from flying into the empty audience stands. In retrospect, it would have been much less painful to hit a stone than stop with that speed that abruptly into a wall.

Finally I stood back up to see Cerberus pounding towards me, my left hand flying up to stop the beast with the large shield of darkness that I had pulled in front of me at the last second. He slid backwards slightly, raising his three heads and beginning to go over the small shield that I had created. The darkness fell to the ground and as I grabbed my blade I sunk into the ground, bursting out of darkness behind him and sheathing my sword.

I could feel the eyes of Hades on me, wondering what my next move was and curious to see exactly how I would fight my way out of this predicament. The darkness that lay upon the ground, even the shadow of Cerberus, gathered to my hands, a large serrated blade emerging from my right arm that I fought to keep hold of. It’s form sustained as I ran forwards, kicking myself from the ground and grasping onto Cerberus’ leg. Using my blade I climbed upward, Cerberus flailing as I climbed from the pain of the blade ripping through his skin. I had reached the back of his neck, jumping down from his back I cut through two of his heads, leaving only one remaining on his body. The barrier dropped as Cerberus turned and Hades appeared in a tower of fire that soon disappeared.

“That was very, VERY impressive,” He said grinning slightly. “That blade trick? Didn’t see that coming AT ALL.” I allowed the darkness to slide back to the ground before I stepped up to Cerberus’ heads that fell to the ground. They lay there, gigantic teeth showing as if they were just ready to rip through a new piece of meat.

“Time for my prize.” I said, holding my left hand up and removing the wrapping that covered my palm. The ruby shown brilliantly as Cerberus’ teeth disappeared in a flash of red light, and I began to wrap it back up.

“What did you do?” Hades asked as I turned around, tying the small knot to keep the cloth wrapped around my hand. I didn’t say a word, rather than that I raised my hands out to the sides as they began to shake violently. My arms stiffened as two large, white chakrams appeared. A chain glimmered into sight that connected them before I dropped my hands and then looked up to Hades.

“Chakrams, forged from the teeth of the Guardian of Hell.” I laughed slightly. “I just took a small piece of the teeth, converted them into chains, and bound the chakrams together. It’s my prize for defeating Cerberus.” Hades nodded as he crossed his arms over his chest as I had first seen him.

“Very well, I shall take you back. Demos should be arriving soon enough.” Hades said. The chakrams disappeared as I walked out of the arena and stepped into the boat, and this time we weren’t attacked by souls in the muck.

Chapter four: the proposition
“Now imagine my surprise to hear that you were defeated, none the less killed BY Alistair?” I said to Demos as he cringed slightly. He had been stripped from his armor, and the spikes on his back were gone. They were severed off whence Hades brought him back to hell. “Now, my proposition.”

“Hades would never allow it.” Demos interrupted, seeming slightly angry.

“Hades is no at problem.” I said to him simply. “Hades is twisted around my finger, for I am a Forsaken One.” Demos’ eyes twitched slightly as he stare down at the desk in front of him. “Yes, I am Lucky Number Seven.”

His face was priceless at that moment. I would have had the image engraved and mounted if I could have right on the walls of the Underworld. I had made a demon; born at the beginning of time fear my very name.

“I am forsaken by God, to take your soul.” I told him. He looked up at me, the muscles around his eyes hardening just as his brow followed. “I am doomed to live for the rest of eternity, with you. If I do not, I will end farther down here than you can ever imagine, nor have you ever seen.”

“So why am I going to do this?” He asked me, rather confused to my thoughts.

“Because to do so, I need you to be alive, and I need to kill you, thus my proposition. I will find a body for you to inhabit, one that will sustain… For one year you will be able to maintain your full power, and I will help you hunt down Alistair and avenge you. Soul Eater will be yours again.” Demos’ eyes lit up with the brightness seen only in four year olds who get the present they desire on Christmas morning. “You’ll be able to live on earth until the end of time, or until somebody comes and kills you.”

“You being that person.” He said.

“I’m sure as hell going to try.” I said to him, with a grin spreading from ear to ear. “Now, do we have a deal?” I asked him, standing up and holding out my hand. He looked at it, and a few moments of a considerate look to his face paused his decision. He reached his hand out and grasped mine; shaking it up and down with a grip few could survive from. “Deal.”

[Cel]

((As the yang to Pyro's yin, I'm not even going to post a backstory. Take that, fuckers.))

Name: “Arc”
Height/Weight: 5’ 7”/147 lbs.

Powers: Arc's power varies with night and day. Arc strengthens in the sun, and weakens in the darkness. Arc's blade is concentrated light. Arc, himself, contains concentrated light within his body. It is his core. If he touches concentrated darkness, he'll explode, as will the concentrated darkness. Concentrated darkness is Arc's kryptonite, and vice versa. **This applies to Seven's darkness realm, and Shade's blade**

--Ethreal blade that eminates from his left wrist. This blade is made of light. Concentrated light and heat, that can cut through most things.
--Can teleport within a hundred foot radius. The teleport is instantaneous, and, also, requires concentration, and *can only be done in sunlight*

Weapon: Aforementioned ethreal sword.

Symbol:

Appearance: Italian male. Wears a red shirt, with black pants, and a black cloak (is that a cloak? I dunno...) Long, wavy, black hair. Brown eyes. His muscles are lean, so, while he does not look like a bodybuilder, he has a decent amount of strength.


Bio: None.

[Pyro]

POSTPONEMENT!

Okay, I was expecting to be done with work by now but they need me to work next week so I won't be able to start for about another week. Plus, my RP style seems to have been kinda fucked up recently... I'm hyped up, but block has gotten to me when it comes time to write. So expect a little delay on it okay? Thanks

Seven

[Skid]

I too, am not going to make a back story... Gonna use what little creativity I have too post in the Second Cleansing.

Name: Skid (Sorry Pyro, your name was impossible to remember.)
Height: 6'0
Build: Muscular but built for athletics.
Powers: Smoke and destruction. Can turn his body to a smoke for stealth and seeping through cracks into the next room. Destruction in the idea that he can channel pure energy into a object to give it more destructive properties.
Weapon: Katana... oldie but a goodie.
Symbol: Elvish Love pendant... I don't feel like explaining why I choose this.
Features: Never found without black shades, or a head band. He also is mute... Meaning he cannot talk.
Clothing: I'm gonna be lazy and go with black combat fatigues.
Bio: He... He... He's quiet. And reserved. And learned sign language from... someone.

[Ryu-gemini]

:D.... Uh..?

Name: Ryu (-chan) She hates her last name, and always keeps it "tip-top secret". ((Yeah. Excuses for my not-creative-ness))

Age: In this Rp she'll be just turning 18

Height: around 5ft 2inches..maybe 1inch. Shaddup.

Weight:..you should never ask a lady that.
but she's about 96-98 pounds. She's petite!

Hair colour: Dark brown, semi-long, it stops just below her shoulders, and is sorta wavy when worn down due to it always being pulled up in a loose pony-tail. It's usually very straight.

Eyes: Also dark brown, people say, despite her personality, she has eyes that should belong to a murdurer...

Build: She's short...and small.. People tend to under-estimate her because of this. She hates being called short any form of beging teased about her height really ticks her off.

Personality- She's usually a very bubbly person, being a positive person is her passion, other than getting to get new guns. As much as she is a good person, she can be sharp-tounged and a smart-ass. Her constant mood swings tend to annoy people, but she doesn't care. She's big on "other people's needs first, then mine" and will do anything for the one's close to her. Ryu is easily flustered and blushes real easy, mainly because she doesn't ever date, most guys find her to wild to control, they tend to keep their distance, when it comes to the opposite sex, Ryu doesn't have a clue. Ryu tends to stay away from most men anyway, she doesn't trust them enough, mainly because of one night when she was strolling through the town, she was attacked by two men and well...you-know. This trama is responsible for her spastic nature, her way of covering up her humilitation. She'll open up to her friends, will will remain very misterious about most of her life.


Bio: ((..Uh.. Not much to say after that)) Ryu comes from far far away, she's running, fleeing her past mistakes and her past foes. She did something horrible, something she's regreted ever since she did it. She killed. 2 men. It's not like they didn't deserve it, but Ryu is to foolish to realise that it wasn't her fault. She's running from the police, a gang the two men were in and many other people she believe she's wronged. Now she's here, attempting to start a new life, as free as she'll let herself be.

Weapons: Guns. Two hand-held old style revolvers, they're names are Sunrise (right hand) and Nightfall (left hand) She seems to have connections with an amo shop, so she gets tons of free ammo. when she does eventually run out of ammo she's pretty good at kicking and jumping, she has lots of leg strength, but hardly any arm strength.

Clothes of choice: Since Ryu tends to keep to herself nd lurk about in the shadows, she wears a lot of dark clothing. Her favorite shirts are button up. Dark red, Dark blue Dark Green and Black. And all her pants are black or Dark blue, all are tight along her thighs, but losen up at her shins. Oh, and she's never seen without her hat, it's a black Musketteer hat, with one long balck feather.
She wears a silver ankle braclet with a small silver moon and star charm. She has two brown belts that cross her hips, each holding her gun holsters.

Symbol:

Even though I wrote this..whatever. I will be posting in first person. As usuall. ...I've never gone that deep into Ryu's personality and background :/

[evilkitty902]

Weeeelll, here I go:

Name: Ek
What: Female
Age: 16
Height: 5'0
Weight: 95 lbs.
Build: Small with long limbs; skinny and limber
Powers: Very fast and flexible; can contol fire but is required to use a small amount of her own blood. Used rarely.
Weapon: Anything she can get her hands on, from garbage can lids to bottle caps; swords to a handfull of sand, but carries a gun with her used only when needed.
Amatuer hacker.
Symbol: A "lucky" silver bullet with 'KK' engraved in it on a chain (used to display her status).
Features: Long orange hair (past her waist with long bangs), black eyes, orange cat ears and scars along her backside.
Slight accent (i.e.: for = fer, your/you're = yer, don't = dun) and likes to cuss.
Clothing: Usually a simple pair of faded jeans and a t-shirt - for this, see incomplete and slightly awkward ref. pic :D
Bio: Compulsive, stubborn, aggressive and quick-temepered. Mischevious, easily amused and always out to have fun, whether by climbing a mountain, fighting a good fight, or making a crude joke.
She's been a trained fighter all her life, trained by her mother, who was the one to give Ek her gun (among other weapons) and by her ever present partner (until now), Dk, who helps to run a well-known and powerful gang in thier home city (The Double K, or KK). Skid is her right hand man.

[Pyro]

And there's the cut off, if anybody else wants to join message me and i'll consider it, but otherwise that's all okay? Thanks

[Pyro]

Starting with the biggest and the baddest of them all:
Standard Character Spreadsheet. I've designed them to counteract a few of your abilites except a few... Here are your counterpart's numbers in order:
1. Seven
2. Cel
3. Relik
4. Skid
5. Rani
6. EK
7. Dragon
8. Ryu
9. Demos

Name: Unknown
Alias: Demos
Age: Unkown
Race (if needed): Demon
Powers/Skills: spatial sense, chakra, heightened senses, master of the blade, speed, strength
Weapons: Soul Eater. Stolen from a man he killed it took a diffrent shape once he claimed it as his own. Soul Eater drinks the blood of those it kills and absorbs a percentage of their strength, giving it to the weilder. He hangs the pendants of his victims from the handle of his sword to disgrace them, not allowing them to be burried with their family crest.

Appearance:

Personality: Does not care for anything but himself, will sacrafice all others before him. Cocky and arrogant he loves a good battle and seemingly does not give up until completely slaughtered. Has only three scars throughout all of time.

History: Born at the begining of time, he trained his ability to weild a sword over his years to keep him at an advantage. Learned how to control the energy within him, and is now currently inhabiting a body after he was slain by Alistair, son of Squall.

Name: Roaslin McGorran
Alias: Shade
Age: 18
Race (if needed): Human
Powers/skills: Can bend darkness to her will
Weapons: A blade forged of darkness that emitts from her right arm at will, two pistols kept in shoulder holsters, and an armlet with spikes designed to parry attacks
Appearance:
Personality: Very fun loving, likes to toy with her opponents before finishing them.
History: Died just recently, killed by Seven. Was killed in a surprise attack after Seven errupted from the darkness and slit her throat.


Name: Ryan Turnstead
Alias: Rako
Age: 19
Race (if needed): Human
Powers/skills: None
Weapons: Sword
Appearance:
Personality: Arrogant when it comes to other's emotions, thrives on being the "tough guy'
History: Killed by Seven at 19 in a guild tournament

Name: Thomas Rycule
Alias: Slate
Age: 21
Race (if needed): Human
Powers/skills: None
Weapons: Siais
Appearance:
Personality: Show no emotion or feeling except for pain and determination
History: Decided to prove himself as a worthy bandit general and fought Seven... Killed

Name: Tony Cullen
Alias: Striker
Age: 17
Race (if needed): Human
Powers/skills: Controls lightning
Weapons: Single pistol
Appearance:
Personality: Quiet and keeps to himself, very intense when battling. Cares very much about his appearance and loves to keep himself looking good at all times
History: Destroyed just recently in a guild battle by Seven

Name: Zora Stilts
Alias: Zora, White Warrior
Age: 18
Race (if needed): Human
Powers/skills: When running into battle, white armor appears around her and eyes blaze green
Weapons: Katar
Appearance:
Personality: Very bubbly, likes to keep herself pampered
History: Killed by Demos when heading after Alistair, was once his apprentice

Name: Jacob Nerokia
Alias: Nero
Age: Unknown
Race (if needed): Demon
Powers/skills: Can surge demonic energy through his hand crafted blades
Weapons: Blades crafted from the forges of hell
Appearance:
Personality: Dark, normally depressed due to the things he's seen in hell
History: Lusting to get to heaven after being kicked out of Hell by Hades. He wants to turn Heaven's legions on Hell's gates knowing all their strategies and weaknesses. Formed a pack with Demos

Name: Young Qiaoson
Alias: Qiao
Age: 32
Race (if needed): Human
Powers/skills: Technologist, Solar bender
Weapons: Anything he can reach
Appearance:
Personality: Quiet and keeps to himself
History: Decided to keep himself swarmed in his work to assure he wouldn't get attached to anybody, killed by Seven due to assassination

AND FINALLY! Seven

Name: Memphis Rebellion
Alias: Seven
Age: 20
Race (if needed): Human/Forsaken
Powers/skills: Bending darkness
Weapons: short sword, small daggers, Chakrams created from the teeth of Cerberus bound by the chains of hell meant to hold him there forever
Appearance: Unknown as of now
Personality: Keeps to himself, doesn't like to work with others but will when he knows it's useless to fight alone
History: Forsaken by God upon his birth, he was born with a ruby stone in his left hand as Lucky Number Seven of the Forsaken ones. He is meant to claim Demos' soul, or else he is bound to the lowest levels of Hell for all eternity.
Extra:

[Rani Lilith]

I edited my character thingy. Just to let you all know