Fantasy Helpful Sins - Characters

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

• The Setting
• rules
• Roles
• CS
• Index

• Seven humans are lured to stay at a (haunted) castle for whatever reason. What they do not know is that they will be meeting up with seven demons, the seven heirs of hell. The Heirs are however fully aware that one of the seven humans is to be their Servant. However in order to make someone a Servant and to bond with them, they will need to connect by a magic bond. Sure, it can be done by force but that is very much frowned upon. After all, once bonded they won't be able to leave each others side for long. In order to connect with their little humans, the demons decide to help them in the best ways they can. Hopefully that way their heart will be swayed, their trust be gained and a bond can be placed.
  
  
  
  
  
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  1. All RNP rules apply to this interestcheck, the roleplay and everything connected to it.
  2. I and Shy will be the GM's of this roleplay
  3. This roleplay will have a discord. If you do not want to use discord, I am sorry, but then you cannot be part of this roleplay.
  4. This will be an apply roleplay. So send in your CS and we will chose those that we think are a best fit for the roleplay.
  5. There will be a lot of important lore and information to this. So please read everything carefully. I do not mind answer questions, or explain things in a different way. But please at least make an effort. Ignoring important information can be a reason for us to not accept you or later kick you from the roleplay.
  6. Everyone will have to double up! You will be playing one human and one demon! (We might make exceptions for this, but please contact us over PM for it)
  7. Pairings made at the start of the roleplay will not be final. They can switch, they can stay the same. It will all be decided in the roleplay!
  8. Please do not add anything to the CS that we have not covered! We have made very well thought decisions regarding the CS's! If you do, I will ask you (and expect you) to delete it
  9. Deadline for applying will be: 21 October 2019 at 17:59 GMT+2. The day after we will announce who is in the roleplay, after looking at the Sheets and writing samples.
  10. Posting requirements will be once a week and 3+ paragraphs.
  11. Diversity is encouraged!
  12. Romance is encouraged, but keep everything PG13! And don't force romance!
• The Heirs
  Prince(ss) of Pride
  Prince(ss) of Greed
  Prince of Envy [taken - Darkius]
  Prince(ss) of Lust
  Prince(ss) of Gluttony
  Prince(ss) of Sloth
  Princess of Wrath [taken - Shy]
  
  The Servants
  Child of the Helo'brein family [sleeping disorder]
  Child of the Do'barne family [eating disorder] [taken - Darkius]
  Child of the Viserylor family [money trouble] [taken - Shy]
  Child of the Rhaelrdson family [depressed / suicidal]
  Child of the Floresola family [Weak willed]
  Child of the Kelleyanka family [Social anxiety / autistic]
  Child of the Wrigdelia family [No selfworth]
  
  Shy will choose her spots later, based on popularity.
  
• Demon
  Name
  Age they appear as: 21+
  Sin
  Power
  Full Demon form
  Earth Demon form
  
  Height
  Build
  Eyes
  Hair
  Fashion
  Other (marks, piercing etc)
  Faceclaim
  
  Extra: 3-5 paragraphs about what their Kingdom looks like and how they feel / think about Earth and going there. Please write this In Character
  
  Servant
  Name
  Age: 21+
  Family
  Ethnicity
  Occupation
  
  Height
  Build
  Eyes
  Hair
  Fashion
  Other (marks, piercing etc)
  Faceclaim
  
  Extra: How did the character get tricked into coming to the castle and what do they expect to find there. Please write this In Character
  
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  Demons
  Nicholas Galloway, Prince of Envy DarkiusHeavenstein
  Alma Cole, Princess of Wrath iShyShy
  Calag Isagani Buenaventura, Prince of Lust Colorless Spectrum
  Mathias Hawks, Prince of Sloth CystalChompound
  Mara Adesso, Princess of Greed Nona
  Jacqueline Mercedes Roxas, Princess of Pride pinnasina
  Nevara Emmaline Elvira, Princess of Gluttony Tori Bradley
  
  Servants
  Misha Karahalios, son of Do'barne family DarkiusHeavenstein
  Zacharias Karahalios, son of the Viserylor family iShyShy
  Willow Ellaviel Hall, daughter of the Floresola family Colorless Spectrum
  Evangeline Kelleyanka, daughter of the Kelleyanka family CystalChompound
  Calliope Jessalyn Holloway, Child of Kelleyanka family Tori Bradley
  Colt Bonham, son of the Helo'brien family Nona
  Mishil Rocio Rhaeldrson, daughter of Rhaeldrson family pinnasina
  

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

• The Seven Kingdoms
• Magic
• Demon form
• The Bond

• As you all know Hell is divided into seven kingdoms. Each Kingdom corresponding to one of the deadly Sins. Each Kingdom is ruled by a King or Queen together with their Servant. Each Kingdom is completely unique. Though the borders aren't that strict and demons can easily travel from one Kingdom to another. Most however tend to stick with the Kingdom they belong feeling most at home there.
  
  

  Kingdom of Pride

  TBD

  Kingdom of Lust - Lusor

  Rulles by King Asmodeus. The Kingdom is shaped by however it's ruler desires and at this very moment it looked like a mess of everything, towers of stone, some even made of flesh, cobblestones and dirt paths, unmatched colors. What you desire, you get in this kingdom but what does the prince desire? Before he knows what he wants but now, well there is nothing exciting about getting what you want exactly when you want it. That is how his father ruled and it was irritating.

  Kingdom of Greed

  TBD

  Kingdom of Envy - Tenebris

  Ruled by King Beelzebub. The land of shadows and ruin. There is no, or minimum, light in this Kingdom. Scattered over the land stolen goods can be found that once needed to be possesed, but quickly was lost an interest in.

  Kingdom of Wrath - Ira

  Ruled by Queen Manea. The Queendom of flame, lava and volcanic rock. The flames and lava are scattered across the kingdom and the volcanic rock makes up all structures. Ruled by the most mighty of demons, the hierarchy is upkept voluntarily or by means of force if a reminder is necessary.

  Kingdom of Sloth - Nihilio

  Ruled by King Dolores. This land is split into two seperate sections. The first is one where the true meaning of ruin and decay lies as its lands have been almsot forgotten by its rulers and thus left to wither. The second section, in contrast to its former, is an envy of many witches in the dark ages as this section was the one where many a demon studied their craft. That being magic which is later procured by demons in other kingdoms, sometimes even the royals, but very, very seldom.

  Kingdom of Gluttony

  TBD

  
  
• All demons have basic demon magic, though not all demons can use the magic. There is a certain level of intelligence required in order to manipulate their energy in such a way they can use magic. Magic can be used through energy (aura) but also through spells and incarnations (all in demon tongue of course) and runes and enchantements. Every demon has his or her own way to deal and use their magic. However only demons from royal blood will also have their own power. One main element they can manipulate to their desire, as long as they have the energy to sustain it. These powers can be anything and everything. Though every Royal only has one power.
  
  
• Mostly the Royal demons use somewhat human forms for interacting with each other. They will only switch to their (full) demon form when absolutely necessary. This demon form can be anything and mostly comes up when angered or extremely threatened. It is most likely for demons to only show part of their true form, such as longer or sharper nails, a tail that suddenly pokes out or a venomous bite.
  
  On Earth demons will not be able to use their demon form. They are forced to use their human form. However this doesn't mean they cannot switch to a different form. On Earth demon magic is a lot harder to wield and due to several restrictions to keep Earth a save place for humans. Their frightening and powerful demon form is reduced to an animal form that would correspond with their demon form. As a bonus the demons seem to have a stronger connection with this animal, almost like a familiar if you wish.
  
• This is the highest form of connection that is possible between two beings. Demons can bond only once and when a Bond is made, it cannot be undone. So it is definitely not something to take lightly. Heirs will have to bond with their Servant in order to gain the throne. A Demon bonds with a Servant by injecting them with their Demonic energy, most common by biting. This will not be a painless process. Though the more willing the Servant is, the less painful it will be. A Bond will take a few days to take full effect, but once the Bond is fully placed Demon and Servant are connected till the ends of times. Both Demon and Servant will have a mark of the bond on the place where the Demonic energy was injected.
  
  As soon as the bond takes full effect, the Servant will no longer age and will have a quickened healing process. Over time they will be able to use demon magic and even their Demons power, though only in a small form. On top of that, the Bond will give the Demon and Servant the possiblity of Telepathy and will automatically exchange feelings. So, for example, a Servant will know when their Demon is angry and a Demon will feel their Servant being in danger. While the Servant can survive the Demons death, the Demon could never live without his Servant. Once a Servant is bonded, they are off limits for other Demons, and seen as equal to the Demon they bonded with.
  

• Information
• General Rooms
• Bedrooms
• Floorplans

• The Demons and their Servants will be staying at Château Montbrun, and exceptional French medieval Chateau in mint condition with 500 acres of land surrounding it. This castle is fully decorated and furnished, situated in the green heart of France, surrounded by peaceful lakes and oak and chestnut forest. Just a 4 hours drive away from Paris, near Limoges, Bordeaux and the Dordogne. It is renovated to the highest standards having all modern comforts whilst retaining the style of a medieval castle. The Château is enormous, luxurious and breathtaking.
  
  However such an old building comes with its flaws as well. Thick walls make it often hard to have cellphone reception, definitely in the cellars, and wifi can be a bit flunky. For the best connection you can stay in the office or conference room. Though all rooms have those authentic fireplaces, there is central heating throughout the whole place. The kitchen is completely with an oven and mircowave, fridge and freezer, though there are some old fridgerooms that can be used as well. Groceries will be delivered every Monday and Thursday, so no one will have to worry about that.
  
  Château Montbrun has currently seven bedrooms and several bathrooms. There is one master bathroom with a whirlpool and sauna, both big enough for four people. The other bathrooms have a double sink, a shower and a bath. Bedrooms all have a nice medieval looking decorations and give breathtaking views over the lands surrounding the castle. All bedrooms have a kingsized bed for the two occupants to sleep in and a large enough area for some hanging out at the small table.
  
  Below you can read the history of the Castle of Montburn, if you are interested in finding out how all Sins come to their right in this castle. {This is non mandatory information}
  
  Spoiler: Some history if you are interested

  The Castle of Montbrun with its origins, traceable, to over 2000 years ago. Full of mysteries and numerous legends. In the Roman time the lands here were called TRADOS; which, freely translated, means: Land of dispossession; whether this has to be explained in the sense of capitulation, indulgence, loyalty or submission is left in the middle by the Latin dictionary. In that time, the Celts lived here. It was a rich land (territory) and there were, according to the peoples account goldmines within its borders. For that reason, but possibly also to hide and to defend themselves against the, closely quartered, Roman legions, they built, aside the huts wherein they lived, a large and complex network of underground corridors and caves (cellars) which were connected to each other. Did the Celts, 2000 years ago, find it necessary to guard this valley with their underground paces,.. in approximately 500, the Franks built here a wooden castle tower and there was, apparently then, still a then obvious and clear reason.
  
  Possibly it was the legendary treasure that, according to the peoples account, still is buried here.. But maybe there were also other motives..? In 1424 Montbrun was, on the order of the French King Charles the Seventh, under siege and attacked by one of his war-lords, because the then castle-lord Guy Brun, who was married to Angele, the sovereign of Pompadour, refused to submit to the authority of the King of France and remained loyal to his lord Henry the Sixth of England. Guy Brun perished during that fight and his wife Angele was banished to a nunnery. His younger brother, Pierre Brun, who was appointed by the Pope Martin the Fifth, as Arch-bishop of Limoges, became the new Lord of Montbrun; under the condition that he swore faith (loyalty) to the French Sovereign. In 1430 he started on the rebuilding of the family mansion, resulting in its present form. Pierre died on February 9, 1457 and left the castle with its lands to a second cousin: Louis Brun. In 1502, Jean Brun, the son of Louis, transformed this old and abandoned seigneurie into a chapel in the honour of Saint Andreas.
  
  He married there in 1503 with Jacquette de Bourdeilles, the great love in his live, with whom his father, till his death in 1501, had forbidden him to marry.
  Their happiness would not last long; She died in 1504 during the birth of their daughter Elisabeth. Elisabeth Brun married in 1516 at the age of 12, on de order of the French King Francois 1, with a person called Porthus d’Estuer de Causade. Their son, Louis d’Estuer was, however a loafer who, after her death, squandered the whole family-capital in the shortest of terms with partying and gambling. To then get his hands on money, he sold the estate with the castle on the 21st of May 1571, to the Count (earl) Francois de Lambertie. Louis died childless, drunk and impoverished, as they say, under piteous circumstances. Francois Lambertie, through his excellent relations with the King, Charles the Ninth, transformed Montbrun into a Barony, thus claiming two titles: that of Count (earl) of Lambertie and Baron of Montbrun.
  
  Almost hundred years later, Marie, Countess of Lambertie and Baroness of Montbrun who was married to Hubert de Choisel, died childless and without heirs. Montbrun came into the hands of one of her second cousins: Jean the Campniac. In 1746 the last heir of this distantly to the Lamberties related family: Marie de Campniac, married to the Count (earl) of Conan. Her grandson, Alexis became the last Lord of Montbrun, because there was disorder about in the land and the first signs of the revolution announced themselves. His head did not fall under the guillotine; he succumbed, after his arrest by the representatives of the proletariat, during the ride on the horse-wagon; on the way from Montbrun to the peoples-tribunal in Paris.
• All General rooms are available for everyone and cannot be locked. Demons could use their magic to place shields in the dooropenings to prevent people from going in (or out).
  
  Things to keep in mind:
  - Wifi connection is best in the Office Room and the Conference Room
  - Bar can only be reached through a secret passage that is hidden in Bathroom 1.
  - There are more rooms, but they are mostly empty and have no obvious function, but can be used however it is pleased.
  - Kitchen has modern equipment including an oven, microwave, water cooker, coffee machine, fridge and freezer. No dishwasher though
  
  
  • Outside
  • Entrance
  • Dining
  • Kitchen
  • Living
  • Ball Room
  • Office and Conference
  • Bar
  • Other rooms
  • Rooftop Terrace

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• Bedrooms and bathrooms are private rooms, so they can be locked. Demons however can use their magic to unlock locks, if they want. (unless it is magically locked by another demon.)
  
  Things to keep in mind:
  - These are the only available bedrooms.
  - There are only seven beds in the whole castle.
  - Random pairings will be made to determine who shares a room with whom
  - Each room door has the names of the occupants in golden written on it.
  - Room One is only reachable through the wine cellar, but has his own bathroom (with sinks and shower)
  
  
  • Roommates
  • Room One
  • Room Two
  • Room Three
  • Room Four
  • Room Five
  • Room Six
  • Room Seven
  • Bathroom One
  • Bathroom Two

  • Things to keep in mind:
    - The Heirs are paired up with the current servant of their Kingdom (so their parents lover/bond/mate)
    - Your roommate does not have to be the one you bond with (I cannot stress this enough)
    - Parings are made at random (if you have any problem with them, let me or Shy know and we can see what we can switch around)
    - Characters are of course free to protest or decide to ignore the pairings all completely!
    
    Room One
    Evangeline Arthur Wrigdelia CystalChompound
    Calag Isagani Buenaventura Colorless Spectrum
    
    Room Two
    Nicholas Galloway DarkiusHeavenstein
    Mishil Rocio Adlawan pinnasina
    
    Room Three
    Willow Ellaviel Hall Colorless Spectrum
    Nevara Emmaline Elvira Tori Bradley
    
    Room Four
    Zachariah Karahalios iShyShy
    Matthew Hawkins CystalChompound
    
    Room Five
    Jacqueline Mercedes Roxas pinnasina
    Calliope Jessalyn Holloway Tori Bradley
    
    Room Six
    Alma Cole iShyShy
    Colt Bonham Nona
    
    Room Seven
    Mara Adesso Nona
    Misha Karahalios DarkiusHeavenstein
    
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• It is an old castle so not everything in in direct connection with eachother. We will not be super strict on this, but try to keep the layout of the castle a bit in mind please. So let's say you are standing next to the well and you want to go to the bar (in the secret room) this would be your route: Mainentrance and a lot of stairs up > Hall Second floor > Room Three > Bathroom One > Secret passage > Bar
  
  
  • Ground Floor
  • First Floor
  • Second Floor
  • Third Floor

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[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Nicholas Galloway
Prince of Envy

• General
• Appearance
• Extra

• Name
  Nicholas Galloway
  
  Age
  33
  
  Sin
  Envy
  
  Power
  Umbrakinesis: manipulation of shadows and darkness
  
  
  
  
  Full Demon form
  A shadowbeast that looks like a big cat. The more light there is, the weaker he is. Including being fully blind when there is no shadows or darkness around. Once bonded the marking shall be shown in his demon form on his forehead in dark red. The third pic is to give you an idea of how big he is, just as reference.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Earth Demon form
  A simple full black manecoon kitten. Though all cats will be drawn to him and he seems to enjoy having cats around him.
  
  
  
  
• Height
  1.85 / 6'1"
  
  Build
  He has a nicely toned build, not overly muscular, but his abs are certainly showing. Though his arms and legs are definitely not left behind in any work outs. Over all he has a nice broad body, but not overly intimidating.
  
  Eyes
  He has amber colored eyes, that sometimes seem bloodred.
  
  Hair
  He has short black hair that he mostly just combs back with his fingers and that is it.
  
  Fashion
  He is not really well prepared in the fashions on earth. He likes to stick with darker colors. Simply black pants with a grey shirt is perfect for him. Though he also loves to dress up in suits, but hates the restricting jackets and ties are just one big mystery for him.
  
  Other (marks, piercing etc)
  His body is completely free of any markings and what so ever.
  
  Faceclaim
  David Llavador Monzo
  
• Bloodred eyes watched out over the ruins outside his window. All covered in the perfect darkness casted by the eternal night of his Kingdom. Or currently still his fathers Kingdom. Yet it would soon be his, if only he could find a decent Servant. He scoffed as he walked over to a different window. Why would he want to leave this darkened paradise behind for the bright and colorful Earth? His tail swayed lightly, showing his annoyance. Sure, he was perfectly capable of taking a full human form but what was the need to do so here in Tenebris? His beloved Tenebris. With all its shadows and darkness hiding the most hideous of all, like the deep sea. For beauty held no real value here. Nothing was valued for long, hence the many ruins of castle that once had been desired purely for the fact that Greed or Pride had been after them.
  
  He paced down the hallway to where the throne room was and he watched that ebony wood throne standing there. The bit of light that came from the dancing flames of the candles reflected on the dark wood. It was so beautiful and oh, how much he desired to be on it. Yet for that he'd have to go to Earth. With all its colors and flashing lights. HIs nose cringed as he stalked around the throne. It was so close and yet he could not have it. Not without a Servant. Not without a bond. It was so unfair, yet he knew staying behind would drive him crazy too. Imagine those other Royalties come back and be crowned while he'd still have to watch that crown on his fathers head. Unacceptable.
  
  The young demon snarled. Young was however rather subjective. He was a couple centuries old, a bit over 6 and a half if he was correct. He'd have one week to decide whether or not he'd go to Earth. Whether or not he would finally be able to take that throne and rule this Kingdom. The Kingdom that should be his, but wasn't yet. So close though. It had been gnawing on him for decades now. Slowly tearing him up from inside out, that venomous envy of what he could not have, but was supposed to be his. It would become his. And then? Well they would see what would happen then. Most likely he'd follow his fathers footstep and ignore that throne once he had it. Nothing held valure here for long, not even a throne or a crown. Only when desired by others, or owned by others more precisely.
  
  Yes, he'd go to that pesky Earth. He would just wait for Pride to chose his Servant and than snatch it. For if Pride wanted something, it must be the very best and the highest standard. A soft smirk played over his lips as his game plan was set up. Still he was upset about leaving his beloved shadows and the grotesk creature hiding in them behind for days that were sunfilled with all the stuff that would distract him. More so because Greed would have no control, or Lust, or Gluttony. He rolled his eyes at the idea of being so easily pulled along in their stupidities, but most likely he'd be. Swayed by the desire to have that what others had or wanted. Yet, perhaps he could just swiftly grab Prides Servant, before they became his Servant of course, and then return to the cold black void that was Tenebris.
  

Misha Karahalios
Son of the Do'barne family

• General
• Appearance
• Extra

• Name
  Mikhail "Misha" Karahalios
  
  Age
  25 (though he is baby faced and most people think he is a tween)
  
  Family
  Do'barne family
  
  Ethnicity
  East European (Belarusian)
  
  Occupation
  Professional dancer (ballet)
  
• Height
  1.75 / 5'9"
  
  Build
  He has a dancers body. He has quite some muscles but they hardly show when he is not dancing. He looks rather feminine and fragile. The fragility mostly caused by the fact that he is quite underweight and it shows. You can see most of his torso bones. His arms and legs do have some muscles. But he doesn't have an ounce of fat on him.
  
  Eyes
  His eyes have a dark caramel color
  
  Hair
  His hair is a bit longer and naturally ranges in different shades of brown from bronze to chocolate.
  
  Fashion
  He doesn't really do fashion. He just wears whatever is comfortable. He is the shirt and jeans kinda guy. Though he will dress up when he has preformances, but mostly that is just black dress pants and a white button down shirt, with or without a bowtie.
  
  Other (marks, piercing etc)
  He has a tongue piercing and a water color humming bird tattoo on the inside of his right leg.
  
  Faceclaim
  Axel Altamirano
  
  
• His eyes sparkled as he looked down at the letter he had gotten. He was in disbelieve as he read it over and over and over. He was selected for a bootcamp! He had never heard of this bootcamp, but it looked very official. There was a lot of paper work attached to the letter. Still... he had never heard of this bootcamp in his ten years as a professional dancer. Maybe he should just check the address? He went over towards his laptop and typed it in. It checked out. He looked through the pictures that came up on a quick google search. It seemed to be some old castle, though it was still in a good state. Mikhail had been invited and gone to weirder places that this for shows or bootcamps. His lanky fingers quickly picked up all the paperwork that had come with the letter. Some things he had to fill in for insurance and health related stuff. It all looked very official and yet still there was that little warning voice in the back of his head that it might be a scam.
  
  Why though? Why would any one scam him? It was not the first time he was scouted out of the blue. That was how he had ended up with the Royal Russian Ballet group after all. It had been hard work keeping up and the rivalry was killing. Almost literally. So perhaps a bootcamp like this was not a bad idea. There were just a few small shows coming up, since they had just returned from their big European tour. All of them were happy to be going home now and he had been planning on returning home to his family as well. The half packed bags that stood around were proof of that. His mom was gonna be so disappointed though. What was he even gonna say to them? Misha quickly checked the letter again. Just two weeks from now. That would still give him 10 days with the family. And of course after the bootcamp he'd go back to them again. He was sure they would understand that he wanted to do this, that he needed to do this.
  
  Lately the male hadn't been planned for any big roles, not even solo's, while he used to be their number one dancers. Until that Alex came along. Now most of the roles were simple in the background. So yes, perhaps this bootcamp was what he needed to get back to the spotlight again. It said they could teach him a quad pirouette with ease, which was something Alex was struggling with a lot. He took a deep breath. "Once in a life time chance, let's take the risk," he mumbled to himself. He went over to his little desk as he started to fill out the paperwork. Though there was still so much he would have to arrange. He would have two weeks for that though and he was sure his family would support him, even if they would be sad to spend such limited time with them. Perhaps he shouldn't do this after all. They had always been there for him, and he knew that mothers health was declining lately. He looked down at the letter and how it was refering to him with his official last name, not his adoptive last name. He was so lucky with them and their support. He'd do this bootcamp and make them proud. Yes. He smiled softly at himself and how he had made up his mind as he filled out the last few things.
  

Esmeralda Torres
Daughter of the Wrigdelia family

• General
• Appearance
• Extra

• Name
  Esmeralda Felicia Julieta Torres
  
  Age
  24
  
  Family
  Wrigdelia family
  
  Ethnicity
  Spanish
  
  Occupation
  Pastry chef from home (self taught)
  
• Height
  1.67 / 5'6"
  
  Build
  She has a fragile build. She is slightly underweight, despite spending most of her time in the kitchen.
  
  Eyes
  Cornflower blue
  
  Hair
  Her hair ranges from strawberry blond to blonde copper with a slight curl it.
  
  Fashion
  Though she would prefer to hide away in big oversized clothing, most of the time she is falling back to wearing long dresses. Lately she is trying to get comfortable with some more form fitting clothes again. However she only does this in situations she is comfortable with. Most of the time she will however be wearing her apron and over mittens or latex gloves.
  
  Other (marks, piercing etc)
  She has a large scar going over her left upper arm. From a bit below her shoulder all the way down to her elbow. (she knows how to cover up with make up though and she will if she ever wears clothing that would show it)
  
  Faceclaim
  María Del Carmen Castilla Gallardo
  
  
• A soft smile played on her matte rose lips as she adjusted the lights a bit. She was just taking pictures of one of her newest creations a three-tier underwater wedding cake. All with a little mermaid theme of course. It was pure perfection, if she was allowed to say so herself. It was the only thing she did have confident in. Her baking and decorating skills, other than that… Nothing of her had any value. Yet she was working on that, slowly, with her therapist. There was just so much trauma they had to go through first. So many unresolved problems and things that kept her up at night and still send shivers down her spine. It still made her unable to communicate with males and uncomfortable at most times.
  
  So working from home and having most contacts through her social media accounts was perfect for her. Esmee loved helping people having the best day of their life and to be able to do so with one of her creations was a big honor. She send the pictures towards the happy couple, if they had any last minute adjustments she could still do that, before making the whole drive over to the avenue. She put her phone away as she went to search for a big box to put the cake in. Though she had not even be able to turn away when she got an incoming message. That was fast. Very fast. She hadn’t expected that as the couple was probably arranging a thousand other things at the moment too.
  
  However as she picked up the phone it was quickly obvious it was not a message from the happy couple. No, it was an new customer. They wanted her make a cake for a very special occasion. Though they wanted to have a meeting in person first, so she could get the idea of the place where the special event would take place and it would be easier to explain. The theme was gonna be ‘the seven deadly sins’. Very interesting and also something she had not yet worked with. She looked over some pictures of the place they had send. An old medieval castle it seemed to be. She was… intrigued.
  
  Though also very scared. It was a place she didn’t know… They said they would arrange her travel though. All the way from her front door. There would be a female driver. She took a deep breath as she send it to her therapist. Though Esmeralda already knew what her therapist was gonna say. ”Take the change.” Perhaps she was right… It would be very fun to work with the Sins. Her might was already going over different tastes and decorations she could use. She was definitely gonna bring some samples. And if it didn’t work out, at least she tried? Though she doubted she’d be up the right person for the job. There were a lot more skilled bakers and pastry chefs out there.
  

 

[pinnasina]

son of rhaeldrson - finished.​

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so fucking much.[/div] [/div] [div class="content content01"] [div class=scroll] [div class=title]prerequisite[/div] [div class=tag]name[/div] Tulio Maddox Cardoso.
[div class=tag]nicknames[/div] tubs, dox, or just tulio.
[div class=tag]age[/div] 26 years old.
[div class=tag]gender[/div] cis male.
[div class=tag]role[/div] child of rhaeldrson.
[div class=tag]occupation[/div] part-time YouTuber and band member.
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xx → Immaculada Cardoso, his mother. The relationship between this mother and son duo has always been strained, but since Mariam's death, they’ve stopped contacting one another. She’s never been particularly fond of him, in the first place, and always wished that it was Mariam who was still alive, not him.
xx → Saito Natsuki, his father. He used to be quite close with his father and he remembers his early childhood fondly. However, it should be known that his father did walk away from him and never looked back.
xx → Ophelia Wernicke, his mother's girlfriend. She’s actually incredibly nice and helped him out of his shell. He’s not quite sure why she still sticks with someone as acerbic and neurotic as his mother, but he’s glad that she’s in his life, even if she's constantly trying to reunite and reconcile him with his mother.
xx → Mariam Adele Cardoso, his younger half-sister. She was his closest confidante. Unfortunately for him, she passed away a year ago. Though he doesn’t make it readily apparent, he still mourns his sister.

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[div class=tag]height[/div] 5'6".
[div class=tag]build[/div] endomorphic; he's fairly compact, but he is on the chubby side.
[div class=tag]eyes[/div] soulless dark eyes. It fits very well into his stoner vibe.
[div class=tag]hair[/div] his hair's not too long, although it's pretty fluffy up-top. generally, it's a dark shade of brown, but he's got a little salt and pepper thing going on at the back of his head. it's kinda worrying how much white hair he's got back there, so he usually wears a beanie to hide all that.
[div class=tag]scars/markings[/div] he was a rowdy kid who pulled a lot of stupid stunts that ended with scars and wounds. Some of them stayed fairly visible, though the stories behind most of them are fairly mundane (ie. Badly skinned a knee, stuck a finger into the blade of an electric fan, parkour accident, etc.) on that note, he does have a few recent scars from his accident.
[div class=tag]other distinguishing features[/div] moles. just tiny black-brown dots everywhere. he's also got a large birthmark, which kinda looks like italy, on his right knee.
[div class=tag]fashion[/div] during cooler weathers, he's got a bright and intricately designed hanten over a simple shirt and sweatpants combo. even on hotter days, he stubbornly sticks to the overcoat look by wearing a thin and breathable cardigan over his usual s-and-s. To top all that off, he almost always wears socks with sandals.

[/div] [/div] [div class="content content03"] [div class=scroll] [div class=title]how did you get here?[/div] Fish Outta Water was never going to make it big-time. Maddox, he may not be perfectly fine with it, but he’s since accepted this fact. They may never make that much, but hey, it’s honest work, right? And they’re doing something that they love, so it’s all good.

Or not, Because the email he received was just rubbing the salt on that wound. According to the email, some rich dude was interested in hiring Fish Outta Water to play a their event and that if they were willing to meet with him, would introduce them to executives of some prominent music record labels. And that they were willing to pay a hundred thousand dollars for them to make it.

"Yeah fucking right that that’s real." He scoffed at the idea and wondered why this wasn’t filtered into spam. But then, one of his band mates told him about this gig, about how someone was a big fan of theirs and wanted to hire them for an event. And that they were willing to pay a hundred thousand dollars for them to make it.

This was really happening. Their big break. Although he was still a little hesitant about this offer because it still sounded too good to be true, he’s never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth. Plus, Deepika already negotiated with their new patron and that this patron of theirs was also willing to provide them living accommodations to allow them time to prepare. So all that was left to do was get in and take off to prepare.

At the scheduled rendezvous, there were two chauffeurs waiting for them: one car to escort his band mates into their lodgings, and the other, peculiarly, was meant to escort him. Of all people. The chauffeur explained that their patron was interested in meeting them personally, repeating that "he's a big fan of your vocals."

Super sketchy, but his band mates urged him to go, stating that they would see him later.

Spoiler alert: they did not see him later.

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[pinnasina]

princess of pride - finished.​

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CAT

IS A LION

IN A JUNGLE

OF SMALL BUSHES.
[/div] [/div] [div class="content content01"] [div class=scroll] [div class=title]prerequisite[/div] [div class=tag]official title[/div] Hêlêl XLVI
[div class=tag]human alias[/div] Aglaïa Belladonna Ceallach.
[div class=tag]nicknames[/div] XLVI (pronounced Sylvie) by most of her demonic peers. However, some of them, the servants included, might be more comfortable with addressing her by her human name, Belladonna, or by a derivative of her alias, such as Don.
[div class=tag]apparent age[/div] She appears to be a fresh-faced woman in her twenties.
[div class=tag]gender[/div] female.
[div class=tag]sin[/div] pride.
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[div class=tag]complete demon form[/div] im lazy rn will consolidate it laters
xx → instead of carapace, imagine scales on her body in the same bright shade of her earthly form
xx → A scaly tailcoat-like appendage for her tail
xx → The raptorial forelegs are replaced with a scaly coat-like extension
xx → reference with purple, gold and white replacing the black, white and pink color scheme respectively.
xx → Their gold sheen is luminescent and glowing brightly
xx → Between her horns is a soft ball of golden light
[div class=tag]earthly demon form[/div] Any attempts to transform while on earth would result in her shifting into a large king cobra with startlingly purple scales.

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[div class=tag]height[/div] 6'1".
[div class=tag]build[/div] thick and Amazonian.
[div class=tag]eyes[/div] Usually a dark black. However, her eyes can shift to a luminous violet at the blink of an eye.
[div class=tag]hair[/div] Naturally dark, curly and frizzy.
[div class=tag]fashion[/div] Although XLVI is new to the modern trends, she finds herself drawn to the eccentricity and sophistication of high fashion.
[div class=tag]distinguishing features[/div] She has light freckles sprinkled all over her, particularly on her nose, shoulders and thighs.

[/div] [/div] [div class="content content03"] [div class=scroll] [div class=title]what are their thoughts on going to Earth?[/div] A year prior to the actual meeting between the heirs and the servants, Hêlêl Shura XLIII, the current reigning monarch, told Pride's heir that she was expected to attend the gathering as one of the prerequisites for her future inauguration.

"No monarch has ever successfully ruled without a Servant bound to them," they said. And while she did accede that the requirement of a Servant was a tradition that held some importance to the success and progress of Praestantis, she also believed that tradition was meant to be broken.

With that in mind, she retorted, still keeping to the expected uniform courtesy and eloquence: "with my utmost due respect, Hêlêl Shura, but I must contend that. Hêlêl Esther LVI, a venerated ancestor for her work in undoing the Mikhail Blight, was without a Servant. There are others who deviated from this norm, as well. So, I must ask, why must I seek out a—"

"Ah. This is the heart of the matter. You wish to abstain from the aforementioned meeting?" Exasperated, they turned to her, ending this line of thought with a blunt rebuttal: "You cannot. Know that my mind will not be changed on the matter and let us speak no more of this."

In a softer manner, Hêlêl Shura fondly sighed at her, like a patronizing parent at their child's eccentricities. "Come now, dear. This is all for your own good. For the good of Praestantis. You know that." And she does know. "But I still do not understand why we must lower ourselves and gain the allegiance of one measly human."

Once again, Hêlêl Shura's mood soured. Understandably so, given that their most beloved is a Servant, a human. Coldly, they withdrew away from her. "I will repeat this no more: drop this subject and complete your duty."

And with that, they flew off, leaving her with no other choice than to follow their directives.
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[Colorless Spectrum]

Humanoid Demon Form
In this form, his horn protrudes upward, he gains pointy ears and fangs. He has wings which is a bit smaller than in his full demon form but can still be considered as large. His face and body is exactly how he looks in his human form minus the green-gray tinged skin.
Once bonded with a servant, he will get his mark on his right pupil that glows in the color of blue

Full Demon form
Akin to a harpy with double the height of a human being. His wingspan is triple the size of his body width while the upper half of his face is covered by the skull mask that is permanently stuck on his face, excluding his eyes. Not included in the picture, but he also has crescent goat horns. While his body is still that of humans his legs have become that of bird's feet with razor-sharp talons.

Prince of Lust​

Lust has always been considered the least serious of the Seven Deadly Sins, even for humans. People, heck, even demons don't realize how dangerous desire can be. Dull eyes watched over the many demons from the roof. While the place is filled with the moaning of various demons who are engaged in very attentive interaction, there are a few demons who aren't classified as Incubus and Succubus which is the majority of the population.

The Kingdom is shaped by however it's ruler desires and at this very moment it looked like a mess of everything, towers of stone, some even made of flesh, cobblestones and dirt paths, unmatched colors. What you desire, you get in this kingdom but what does the prince desire? Before he knows what he wants but now, well there is nothing exciting about getting what you want exactly when you want it. That is how his father ruled and it was irritating.

Although he does wanted the throne and change the way the Kingdom of Lusor handles everything. This is why they they aren't taken seriously for thousands of years. More often than not, the other heirs or some of them has a tendency to look at him with disdain. At the very least that is how he feels.

In the consideration of feelings, he is fairly excited to go to Earth. Something different than the Kingdoms of Hell, a new scenery, fresh air. Who was he kidding? He just wanted to get into someone's pants and mess with the minds of the earthlings with what they desire the most, he'll be as good as he can until he gets his servant though.

• Name Calag Isagani Buenaventura
• Age: 33 (biologically)
• Sin Lust
• Power Hallucikinesis | the ability to create, shape and manipulate illusions
• Height 5'10"
• Build, broad muscular body, nothing too muscly but certainly catches the eyes of whoever set sights on him
• Eyes, dark brown color with a hint of red like a luscious strawberry dipped in dark chocolate; gold in demon form
• Hair, black hair finely combed as it parts at the left side, sometimes he leaves it messy if he feels like it
• Fashion, anything that looks good on him is good enough
• Other gold earing on his left ear
• Faceclaim Paulo Avelino

Earth Demon form
It's a cute colorful bird, nothing to be excited about. Although, other birds of any kind do get excited around him.

• Name Willow Ellaviel Hall
• Age: 26
• Family Floresola
• Ethnicity Australian
• Occupation None
• Height 5' 5"
• Build, slim with a toned body
• Eyes, green that would sometimes appear blue
• Hair, dark brown wavy hair adorned with reddish and blonde highlights, either tied in a half-top knot or just simply has it down
• Fashion, mostly blouses, and skirts with a lighter color, pastel palette would be her most used
• Other, nothing to be of note
• Faceclaim Alycia Debnam Carey

Daughter of Floresola family
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A deep sigh escaped from her lips as she heard another round of painful lecture from her father. Not this again. She thought to herself, tired of the constant watching, the same words over and over again but she can't fight back. It was really ironic, to be born from a very assertive and dominant people with equally bold siblings Willow was the black sheep. With all of them being the top businessman, woman, and even CEO while she was stuck at home. No finished degree, no accomplishments, not even a relationship. Always so unsure about what to do, spineless to the point of not biting back. "-so I'll be sending you away."

Snapped back into reality, she could only stare at her father as her heart sank. "W-what do you mean to send me away?" The voice of hers slightly quivered. Her father huffed, irritation was clear on his face as his daughter was certainly not listening to him. His eyes were sharp and if looks could kill his stare would have pierced through Willow. If only. "Just as I said, I'm sending you away since you do nothing worthwhile." The older man said as if his own daughter needed to come into her senses.

"No. You can't just send me away!"

"Yes I can. At the very least be of use and marry my business associate so we can finally close a deal with them." He puffed out smoke from his branded cigar and walked away, telling her to pack her things as she will be leaving once the weekend comes around. She wanted to fight back, tell him off, he was basically selling her off and she just stood there. Even more saddening is that she'll do it because he was right. She was useless to the family the way she is, she has done nothing of worth, to brag about. Whatever the trial comes her way she just turns back. Coward.

Days had gone by and Willow could only stare at the unfamiliar view in front of her. Gone was the bustling cars in the morning, the high modern buildings, and she was far, far away from home. She wondered if she'd be able to handle living wherever it is that she would go to, whoever it is she was supposed to meet. The young Australian flagged down a taxi and gave him the address, who in turn had given her the look as if she's gone off her knockers. "Miss, this place you want to go to is abandoned. Nobody lives there."

"That can't be, my father never makes a mistake." Her heart felt like it wanted to explode from beating too fast at that moment. Doubting her words, maybe her father had sent her off to nowhere intentionally? Had she been that unworthy that she was just tossed to the side of the road? "No, take me. Here's the money." She grabbed a handful of cash. The man wasn't about to turn her down, it was her loss after all. "Just so you know, miss. Remember I told you so." Then he drove his vehicle to the designated place.

• Name Luka Rhaelrdson
• Age 23
• Family Rhaelrdson
• Ethnicity Japanese, American
• Occupation Wedding Singer, Bar Singer
• Height 5' 7"
• Build, petite as she is not the athletic kind, having a slimmer build than the average person
• Eyes, almond-shaped, nutty brown colored eyes
• Hair, dark bouncy black-brown hair that flows in slight waves, usually styled
• Fashion, so long as she finds it comfortable and she can wear a jacket over the ensemble as she likes the sleeves long even when it is hot out, she also has cuff earrings
• Other, deep sighs can usually be heard from her, more often than not
• Faceclaim Celeina Ann

Daughter of Rhaelrdson
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For a dreamer, not being able to achieve your dreams is the worst thing you could ever feel. She knew from a young age what she wanted to do. Make music, write lyrics that would surely be able to reach the heart of the people who hears her songs. She joined contests, created a youtube channel and one day she was scouted. At age sixteen she started recording music, she was happy and fulfilled but at some point, during her career, she lost interest. No losing interest is not the right word for it, she lost heart. Why? The label she signed with worked her to the bone, despite her young age she also had her limits.

Not only that but the company had told her to change her style, change the lyrics, and the overall theme of her songs. She lost the creative freedom that she had and the songs that she was supposed to be singing, the songs that were a part of herself was sung by other artists who claimed it as their own in exchange for presenting her with money. When it was clear to the label that she is not of any use to the company anymore she was asked, "Do you want to sing?" I do. She wanted to say. She wanted to yell but she remained silent. The head of the label saw it as a good thing, they didn't want to continue her contract because there was no money to milk from her anymore. She hadn't written a song for weeks prior to the meeting.

It had been five years since then, she lost her will to continue with collegiate studies and just settled on singing in the local bar nightly, or the occasional wedding singer gig. Her mother was very displeased with her own daughter. Failed career, stopped going to school and just accepted things as they are. Her mother, Kagome, had tried to get her back into spirit. Back to writing music but alas. No amount of pep talk has helped in getting her old daughter back. The one that locks herself in her room trying out melodies and singing out words. It was as if the world had turned into dull shades of black to white.

While her imagination and creativity had failed her, her voice was still something. People always found her singing wonderful, it has become her way of expressing her sadness on nights singing for the crowds in the bar. For weddings, she handles the slow songs rather than the upbeat ones. She often wonders why she accepted gigs as a wedding singer. Seeing such people happy made her want to just cry. Not happy tears, the opposite. She wonders how come they could live such a life and not a miserable one like hers. After every wedding she goes too, she is always found at the back of the van asleep with an almost empty bottle of alcohol.

One wedding night and an already half-drunk Luka stumbled upon the best man of the groom. "Oh! Miss, are you okay?" She scoffed and raise the bottle she was drinking from. "Just all in a day's work," She slurred, eyes half open and balance is almost lost upon her. The gentleman laughed and helped her to the stairs where they sat. They talked, he was pleasant to talk to. She liked talking to him until he asked her if she could sing at his wedding in France. She wanted to just punch his nuts but he was offering a good sum of money, travel included and she wasn't one to say no to that.

The day came and was already in France, she expected to stay at a hotel name Cest La Vie and yet what was before her is an abandoned castle or was it a palace? She blinked unable to believe was she was seeing. She wondered if this stacked up rubble is the hotel name Cest La Vie, she tried to contact the man but there was nothing. "Well, it's worth looking into since I am already here."

 

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[div class=tag]name[/div] Zachariah Karahalios

[div class=tag]nickname[/div] Zach

[div class=tag]age[/div] 22

[div class=tag]gender[/div] Male

[div class=tag]Ethnicity[/div] Greek

[div class=tag]family[/div] Viserylor family

[div class=tag]occupation[/div] Part time/odd jobs (mostly physical labor) with a little nefariousness sprinkled in.

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[div class=tag]build[/div] He has lightly defined muscles that have come to light as a result of his many different jobs. Being younger and always active, his appearance is the first thing most people comment on. His strong physique usually gives off the impression that he looks older and more aware of the world's truths than he truly is. He has been blessed with good genes that help him maintain his looks and physique mostly naturally.

[div class=tag]hair color[/div] Short medium brown straight hair with lighter brown tips from the sunlight.

[div class=tag]eye color[/div] Sapphire

[div class=tag]height[/div] 5'11/1.8m

[div class=tag]Other[/div] Freckles on his face, chest and stomach. Specifically on the right cheek of his face, left side of his neck, and one near his belly button.

[div class=tag]attire[/div] Being tight for cash, he tends to stick to what will last. His go to outfit is low riding jeans with either a white v neck shirt and jacket or just a long sleeve cotton shirt. The outfits are multipurpose and functional. Examples for reference: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

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Lights popped and flicked on as the low hum of the lightbulbs functioning filled his ears. The heavy door in front of his iron barred cage swung open and a man walked through with some sort of paper in one hand and his other hand looped into his belt. The authoritative man stood in front of the locked cell door and stared at the younger male with a mixture of disappointment and disdain. The man pointed the letter at the younger man in the cell. “Well kid, someone came for you. I didn't think anyone would want some worthless human who's throwing their life away but I guess surprises happen every day.” The man opened the cell door and gave the younger male the paper before turning to lead him out of the jail. The paper turned out to be a letter. Zach didn't want to take a step forward until he read the letter in full. Once he began reading, his chest felt heavy with stress and fear. There was nothing in the letter that gave away names or identities but it wasn't needed, he could tell that it was from the pimp crime lady that he had been working under for a short while now. The tone of the letter was petrifying. Apparently he was expected to- “Get a move on, kid! I don't have all day!” With a scared start Zach started walking and reading. As his sapphire eyes skimmed through the words he learned that he was going to go on a trip to some random location designated in this letter. Transport would be accommodated for him on his release, which they had provided. Shit... I got myself in way too deep... There was seemingly no way he could get himself out of this. Could he ask the cop for help? Doubtful. Especially since this jerkoff would probably spit on the ground Zach has walked on.


The door to the outside was opened and the light shone into Zach's eyes. Of course, the first thing he saw was a truck with two large burly men inside giving him a death stare. He took a deep breath. There's my ride... He shot his sick mother and aunt a text. 'Hey I'm going to stay at a friend's for a few days as I do a job. I'll see you soon. Love you.' As far as he knew, it wasn't a complete lie. Zach has taken it upon himself to do as many odd jobs and take as many opportunities as possible to make extra money for his family. His mother has been extremely ill for years now and the income from his adopted brother Misha has dwindled compared to what he had sent in the past. To make up for hit, Zach thought a few odd jobs would do the trick. One day he decided to try his hand at the casino and actually managed to make a good deal of money. Unluckily for him though, one of the casino's regulars saw him and took a liking to his looks. He was approached by the attractive woman who offered him an obviously illegal opportunity to make big bucks. He thought that it would be easy to walk away from and against his brother's advice, he went with it and was sorely mistaken. That same woman was able to take advantage of him yet again and suckered him into taking on the illegal drug run that landed him in this spot, seeing as he had failed and was caught but managed to talk his way out of it. Now he's going to some castle, probably to be beat up or worse, because she's definitely pulling the strings here.


Zach got into the truck and threw his head back against the headrest like an upset child. There was no reason to attempt fighting these thugs so he just accepted his fate. Whatever was waiting for him at this castle headquarters would hopefully leave him in one piece. He could imagine the scoldings now from his brother. 'I told you to stop buying mom things for temporary relief! We need to focus on getting her better!' Well mom's not getting any better. He internally growled to himself. It's true and Zach doesn't understand why he can't try to make his mother happy during the time she has on this earth with them. Misha is never around to see how much pain and suffering she goes through and Zach just wants to give her some hope, something to look forward to. The woman's done everything to make their lives easy and she deserves the world. Zach's childish outlook and understanding has gotten him into this mess and it was doubtful it would help get him out. But he didn't care, he was doing what he felt and knew he could do. It didn't matter to him that he had to wear the two same pairs of jeans through the week or constantly hand wash his clothes to make sure they could save on laundry. If he had to work a bit more and deal with being financially troubled so his mother could have things to help her he would keep it up without blinking an eye.


But right now he had to figure out what to do to get himself out of this situation once he arrived at this new illegal center of activity he would be exposed to. Apologize, make it up to them, get the money he needed and move him and his mother somewhere where they couldn't find him so he could start anew.

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[div class=tag]apparent age[/div] 28

[div class=tag]sin[/div] Wrath

[div class=tag]Power[/div] Pyrokinesis Fire Manipulation



[div class=tag]full demon form/humanoid form[/div] Full demon form is a large grey and black dragon wrapped and surrounded in wisps of shadows. The dark wisps follow and trail in her path as she moves and flies around. Her humanoid form is the typical feminine body type with her dragon scales, wings, and head forming into armor around her. Her demon form is a point of high value and pride to her and blood is thrilling both forms. She tends to have random fits of anger that also may occur when she's bored. When in these moods, she becomes chaotic and blood thirsty. The more blood she smells or sees around her will make her stronger but more unstable and out of control. Violence is just too enjoyable. Her mark will appear on her right clavicle in all its glory.

[div class=tag]earth demon form[/div] Flame Crested Gecko: She has a connection to all reptiles and enjoys the mobility and stealth of her animal form.

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[div class=tag]build[/div] A slightly above average athletic build. She could be considered a regular gym goer but only to keep active and fit enough to consider herself strong and fast. She just wants to ensure she is able to overpower or out maneuver anyone she comes up against.

[div class=tag]hair color[/div] Dark Brunette/Black

[div class=tag]eye color[/div] Grey with a tint of green

[div class=tag]height[/div] 5'5/1.65m

[div class=tag]Other[/div] Standard ear piercings, ring helix piercing on right side.

[div class=tag]attire[/div] She prefers to stick to darker colors, mostly black. Regarding what to wear she couldn't care less of what people perceive of her. She wears what she finds comfortable and doesn't like to vary too much. She will normally stick to fitted clothing such as a black tank top or cami, black leather cropped jacket, leggings, and black ankle boots.

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Flames of various colors ranging from beautiful crimson to bright heated blue surrounded the princess as she perched at the balcony of her room at the volcanic rock castle. The molten lava moat has always had a beautiful bubbling aesthetic to it that Alma has enjoyed. Especially when something or someone was thrown into it for one reason or another. It was something her parents had made into entertainment whenever the punishment was dished out and most demons in the kingdom seemed to appreciate it. Right now Alma was thinking over the news her parents, the almighty Queen of Ira and her powerful and respected husband, had given her recently. It was approaching the time for her to assume power of the throne but first she had to successfully complete the practice of bonding with a human Servant. The practice has been disappearing with time in the human world. The servant families are no longer aware of their bloodline's importance and the knowledge of that is mildly infuriating. With a blow of smoke from her nose and one grande flap of her wings, the princess took flight to circle around the castle as she continued contemplating the future.

She has to go to earth to meet one human of the servant's lineage and bond with them in order to fully gain her birthright of becoming Queen. Earth was a fascinating place that Alma has traveled to a few times. Humans were a great source of entertainment when the demons were being too calm for her liking. It was a fantastic thing, to have everyone listening and not causing problems, but Alma can't help herself at times. There's no harm in going to watch, right? At least, until she wants there to be. She's definitely dipper her hands into causing earthly ruckus in extreme fits of anger but they've always helped her. If she was ever forced to hold back she would end up burning down a city for satisfaction or going on a murder spree. Now she has to go there and control her impulses to try to find a servant she will be able to tolerate for all of eternity. Either they will want to join her or she will take whoever she knows will work best. There is no way she will allow one of the other kingdoms to take what is hers and the other heirs should know better or else feel the full power of wrath first hand.

Spotting her mother having a meeting through one of the windows, Alma landed at the nearby opening and made her way to the room. On her way over the demons who served her mother paid her their respects as she walked past the controlled pillars of lava that provided light through the castle, feeling the immense heat emanate off of them with her head held high. She has power only second to her mother and they knew to respect her for it. She craved to be in the same position of power and to demand and maintain that level of respect and strength that she has gotten to admire and strive for for the past four centuries. Her coronation would be grand as she one day would be welcomed back for the successful bonding to a servant and pushing her powers to the next level. The opportunity has been gifted to the heirs by the royals of each kingdom and it was also a chance to display her power to the other heirs. Alma maniacally giggled at the thought of flaunting her flames and skills to the others. They would be entranced by the beautiful death her fire could bring, of course, as all demons should be. Hopefully her servant will feel a similar way and if they didn't then they would learn to appreciate it in time.

Alma entered the room her mother was in with loud announcement of her arrival by the demon at the door. With her tail dragging and swaying behind her, she circled around to her mother's side as she waited for her chance to speak, if it were to arise. Her mother offered her a small nod in greeting as she continued commanding the room. With the beautiful deep black obsidian tiara with lava gem accents upon her head, Alma was ready to have that same tiara resting upon her head. Her mother was speaking about laws and rulings for some time before the topic of public punishments arose, which caught Alma's attention easily. Thankfully her mother planned the event to occur two days before she was to leave for Earth. It would be the last time she would get to see the wondrous sight of someone being hurled into the lava for some time since so she would be sure to attend. It would be the perfect encouragement for her to take the strongest willed and most like minded servant available for her own and show the power of wrath off for all to cower and respect.

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• Colt Bonham •​

Name | Colt Bonham
Age | 24
Family | Helo'brien
Ethnicity | 1/2 British • 1/2 Irish
Occupation | Musician | Composer | Works part time at a pet store



Height | 6'2"
Build | Skinny
Eyes | Blue
Hair | Light Brown (Dyed White blonde)



Fashion | ○ • ○ • ○
Other (marks, piercing etc) | Several ear piercings • Nose piercing
Faceclaim | Benjamin Jarvis



| How he got here? |
"Excuse me...uhm...Colt?" A voice called, bringing the young man back to earth. How long had he been zoned out for? He peered across the store counter at the elderly woman reading his name from the badge on his shirt. "Yes?" He answered, his voice drawn out, almost sleepy sounding "Would you mind checking for a red cat collar on the top shelf? My cat doesn't like greens or blues" the woman asked as Colt stared deadpan at the woman "It...doesn't like...?!" He stopped himself, fighting the urge for his eyes to roll. Instead offering his best customer service smile he could muster up "Sure thing" he answered as the elderly woman gave a sweet smile. The notions some customers took huh...

He pushed himself around the counter to search the shelf the woman had mentioned in an attempt found the colour the woman wanted. Just as he had finally pulled the collar the woman was looking for and handed it down to her another employee had exited the office at the back of the store with a clipboard and a price gun in hand "Colt. We just got a full container of pet food that needs loaded and priced. Its your turn." James had said as the tossed the price sticker gun to Colt. "Do you have everything you need Miss?" James the said as he went on the counter, gesturing his hand to send Colt to the back store.

Now at the back of the store he began pricing the bags and carrying them in but stopped when he felt his phone vibrate once. Then again. Then a few more times. Blinking, he looked around to see if anyone was watching before pulling it out. 3 emails. All from the same address. His brows furrowed not sure what to make of them. They were identical messages but all for a music workshop? Huh. He knew a few of his songs both remixes and his own work were doing well enough online but didn't think he'd be invited to something like that... He wasnt a people person but hell he wouldn't miss a chance to work with his music. Once his skepticism subsided he began to work a response deciding he would go.

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• Mara Adesso •​

Name | Mara Adesso
Age they appear as | 24
Sin | Greed
Power | Ferrokinesis: User can create, shape and manipulate metal

| Human form |

| Full Demon form |

| Earth Demon form |
Black & Grey Fox



Height | 5'3
Build | Average • Curvy
Eyes | Amber
Hair | Dark Brown • Wavy
Fashion | ○ • ○ • ○
Other (marks, piercing etc) | Ear Piercings
Faceclaim | Adelaide Kaine

| Going to Earth |
She quietly sat in her quarters as she looked through her vast wardrobe of outfits, looking for what to change into for the meeting her parents had called her to. The outfits all grand, fancy and gorgeous as one could get in the kingdom of greed but they still weren't enough for Mara, pulling them out and tossing them onto her bed in annoyance like they were nothing but rags to her.

Nothing was ever enough for the princess. If there was better things to get then she could and would have them, no matter how she would accomplish it. That was the thing though... there was always better things. At this point However, having the finest of items was not on the top of her list right now. No. Currently it was her title that wasn't enough. Princess. A mere princess. She was ready to have better than that and had been for a while. She did not fight off her other siblings attempts for the crown for nothing. She had an endless drive pushing her forward to indulge in what she desired and for now that was currently taking her parents place.

Settling on an outfit for now she looked out the window at the city streets below. If one could call them that. Narrow dimly lit, cobbled streets were lower demons fought endlessly. With fine objects behind windows just out of reach, they were there for nothing more than for those who owned them to show off and to torture those who'd greed fuelled them to want these things. More wealth, more power and the fact they could never attain these things would drive one mad.

She pulled on the outfit and smoothed it out with her hands. She preferred her human form, then she could take pleasure in these sorts of material objects she had gotten over her many years. Before she would get fed up and see something she would want more anyways.

The clicking of her high heeled shoes could be heard descending the long spiral staircase and across the quartz tiled floor. She reached the throne room where her parents stood. "Daughter." The king greeted. "Father." she answered back with a slight bow of her head "I feel you already know what this is about, Mara." He continued as she once again nodded "My servant. Father. I've heard whispers"

"Yes. Then you've heard that you must go to earth and find them correct?" he informed as Mara's posture straightened "I beg your pardon? Earth?" She furrowed her brow "Father! What do you mean find. Can I not just request my choice of servant? Without going to earth?" She protested with a scowl "It is an equal decision I'm afraid. You can't just demand it nor can you change your mind once it is done. You know that." The princess took a breath then nodded, though she clearly was not happy. She would not argue, if she didn't seem like the best fit them her parents would think nothing of replacing her as heir with another member of the royal family so with a curt bow she left. Off to pack for earth apparently...Hopeful it worth it for her.

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[Tori Bradley]

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Name: Nevara Emmaline Elvira

Age: 26

Sin: Gluttony

Power: Dream Walking

Height: 5’9’’

Build: Nevara is a moderately tall young woman, standing at a respectable five foot and nine inches. She is very curvaceous, exhibiting an enviable hourglass figure.

Eyes: Hazel – Greenish brown

Hair: Dark brown

Fashion: Nevara wears only the finest fabrics in the finest Earth styles, giving her the look of a rich trophy wife when she's on Earth.

Other: N/A

Face Claim: Madison Davenport

Full Demon form: In this form, Nevara’s skin becomes gray and rough. Her eyes go from her humanoid hazel to bright, ruby red. Her pupils become slitted, like a cat’s eye, and the red is ringed in pitch black. Black, twisted, red-tinged horns like those of a ram grow from the top of her skull, and long, wickedly sharp, pointed nails grow from her fingertips. Additionally, a long, furry black tail extends from her lower back, she grows pointed teeth, and black, feathered wings grow from her back.

Earth Demon form: On Earth, Nevara is a moderately tall young woman, standing at a respectable five foot and nine inches. She is very curvaceous, exhibiting an enviable hourglass figure. Her hair sits at shoulder length and is characterized by a straight texture and a lovely shade of dark brown. Her eyes are almond-shaped and colored in a greenish-brown hazel. She has a faint spattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks, and a very angular facial structure. Her demon form shines through her earthly form by through the presence of her pointed teeth, pointed nails, and the way the red in her eyes shows at high light.

Nevara grinned as her slitted, ruby red eyes shined back at her through the window. Her beloved kingdom stretched out before her, filled with pitiful little shacks, and crumbling cobblestone shelters. The streets were cracked and unkempt, the land destroyed and forgotten. The demons of her kingdom could be found within these broken-down buildings, drowning themselves in spirits or indulging the sin which they represented. It was a beautiful sight, but she would not miss it when she left for Earth. She enjoyed her kingdom, but she could not indulge herself the way she loved to within its borders. Nowhere in hell provided the kind of entertainment and variety she could find on Earth.

She visited the wonderful realm often for that reason. She had first visited when she was reaching the end of her first century of life. She’d gone to what humans called “Italy”. She had never wanted to leave. The finery, the wine, the food—it was all just so perfect to her; and that wasn’t even mentioning the comforts of human wealth, or the sheer entertainment humans provided her with. Just being among them fascinated her. They were completely indulgent of themselves. Every day she was there, she would watch them succumb to their deepest desires. Men would fall victim to Lust, cheating on their wives and abandoning their children for women young enough to be their children. Women would fall victim to Envy, longing so deeply for things others had that they would destroy their lives in pursuit of it. All of them would fall victim to Gluttony, to Pride, to Greed and Wrath and Sloth. It was like watching them walk themselves through the gates of hell and it was absolutely fascinating.

Nevara’s tail flicked behind her, her wings rustling against her back before settling back down. The only bothersome part of her visit to Earth was the pesky little fact that it was not a visit for pleasure, but rather for business—business she had no interest in conducting. Finding a Servant and creating a bond meant ascending her mother’s throne—a throne she didn’t want. First and foremost, Nevara was playful and selfish. She hated responsibility and becoming the ruler of Gula meant no more trips to Earth for fun. Once she had a Servant, she would be responsible for them, and as was the nature of a demon, they would become nearly all she cared about. The Bond was deep and unbreakable—which meant to Nevara, it was a cage.

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[Tori Bradley]

Name: Calliope Jessalyn Holloway

Nickname: Callie

Age: 23

Family: Kelleyanka

Ethnicity: French

Occupation: Florist

Height: 5’4’’

Build: Calliope has a very slim and lithe build. She doesn’t have much muscle, nor does she have much fat. She has very soft curves and is rather
petite in stature.

Eyes: Hazel - Bluish-gray

Hair: Blonde

Fashion: Calliope is a big fan of light, pastel colors, denim, sundresses, and floral patterns. She’s almost always wearing a floral sundress with a denim jacket and a pair of simple white sandals. When it is too cold for a dress, she’ll wear jeans and a floral or pastel-colored shirt or blouse. She also enjoys making and wearing her own flower crowns.

Other: Callie has a birthmark shaped like a cloud on the back of her right shoulder.

Face Claim: Candice Accola

Callie laughed as she twirled the peony she held between the tips of her fingers, a bright, happy smile on her face. Bringing the flower up to her nose, she breathed in the sweet, rosy scent and then artfully tucked the flower back into the beautiful bouquet it had come in. Working as a florist, Callie was always the one arranging flowers for people to give to others. It was so nice to have received one of her own. The bouquet was a perfect balance of peonies and gardenias with a couple of lavender buds for flair. It was beautiful and very well done. The letter that accompanied it, however, was her favorite part. It was an invitation to visit an old castle in Europe. Callie could only imagine the gardens there, or the fields of wildflowers. She’d never travelled—her parents had always told her it was safer for her at home—so to have the chance to now was wonderful to her. She was very excited to experience a new place, to see a castle and experience travel. Bringing her hands up in front of her face, she clapped twice with a grin and then twirled away from the counter, her blonde hair flying around her.

Miss Josie, the nice old woman she worked for, chuckled and smiled after Callie as she continued arranging a bouquet for the shop’s window. She was aware of Callie’s special condition, but she treated the girl like her own daughter anyway, and she tried to help her function normally in social situations. Callie’s situation, which she was generally unaware of, made it difficult for her to connect with people. She stayed at the shop all day and lived in the apartment above it. She paid rent by working at the shop, but usually stayed in the back, arranging flowers rather than working up front with the customers. She lived find of in her own fantasy world, and Miss Josie was worried about this trip she would be going on now. It would be the first time she would be on her own.

Callie danced into the back room, unaware of Miss Josie’s worries, her mind on what her trip would be like. She pictured a fairytale in her mind. She saw blue skies and puffy white clouds, rolling green hills and fields of wildflowers. She imagined a garden filled with roses and hydrangeas and freesias. She imagined butterflies and a castle so grand she felt like a princess just standing before it. She imagined living every little girl’s fantasy. It was like a dream come true.

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[div class=tag]name[/div] Alan Allen

[div class=tag]apparent age[/div] 34

[div class=tag]sin[/div] Sloth

[div class=tag]Power[/div] Psionics

[div class=tag]full demon form/humanoid form[/div] Though it looks menacing, Alan's demonic form is nothing compared to that of the other heirs. It is basically an enormous creature that looks like a cross between a saber tooth tiger and bear. He walks on all fours, has jutting tusks, incredibly soft fur, a long tail, and pointed ears. His paws are shaped like webs but function similarly to a panda or koala's additional jointed paw so it has dexterity. In the demon world, his fur is a mixture of brown and grey.

[div class=tag]earth demon form[/div] Alan's earth demon form is that of a common house bunny. Black with floppy ears. He likes to curl up in a ball and cuddle soft surfaces like this and his ears flopping down helps drown out some invasive sound. He has connections to other house rodents like mice, rabbits, hamsters, and gerbils.

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[div class=tag]build[/div] Lanky and Thin. He doesn't over indulge in anything and his body is perfect for all the relaxing he enjoys doing. Thanks magical high metabolism.

[div class=tag]hair color[/div] Long light blond

[div class=tag]eye color[/div] Sea Green

[div class=tag]height[/div] 6'2

[div class=tag]Other[/div] N/A

[div class=tag]attire[/div] Comfortable clothing that normally is fitted just enough so it doesn't get in his way but doesn't restrict movement. Track pants, loose shirts, large jackets. He will always be wearing a hat of some sort. Without fail unless it's an insanely rare circumstance. Preferably beanies because they're warm, comfortable, and having messy hair with a beanie on is allowed.

[div class=tag]faceclaim[/div] Velkan (Model)


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It was just another day of being surrounded by the serene sounds of flowing water and intermittent shade of trees. There are bodies of water and pockets of land all over the kingdom of Aergia. Just as it has been since the dawn of time. Maintenance needs are minimal to non-existent as the environment naturally maintains itself. If overgrowth of any kind were to occur, a simple bout of magic would do just the trick. Attempting to treat this day like any other, Alan was floating on a large bundle of leaves down one of the longer rivers. The current was gently taking him through the kingdom that would be his one day. Sooner than he would like to admit since it meant more responsibilities and effort were about to drop on his personal doorstep.

Just a few hours prior to this moment that Alan's mother, Tutu, had sent him a message via one of the royal flying squirrel like creatures. It had glided over to him and landed on his stomach and opened its mouth, only to have Tutu's voice emerge. “You will leave to find your servant. It is your duty as heir to complete this task.” The small creature curled up on his stomach after the message and Alan closed his eyes as he let his head lay back again. It was exactly what he would expect of his mother. Of the many options she had to choose from in telling him about something so important, she took the one with least resistance. Being able to see the many possibilities lost its excitement if the subject lacked variability. Boring. Everything has become mundane and boring. Now he just spends his days like the other demons. Relaxing and wasting time in the most extravagant of ways. Doing almost nothing. But that's coming to a temporary stop due to this right of power.

He's heard the tales of the previous kingdoms before. How their bindings occurred and the kingdom would then flourish and blah blah. His kingdom is no different. His mother had stayed true to her lazy nature and allowed the other heirs to take their pick before she bonded. It didn't matter to her since she knew in the end she would leave with a bond and assume power. So just as it is tradition, things scarcely had changed over time. The only reason Al was even born was because Jessica, his mother's servant who was a descendant of Pride, had been reminding Tutu of the necessity of a direct heir. In response, Tutu impregnated herself with magic. She promises that she took influence and inspiration from Jessica's genome but who actually knew if that was true?

It would now be Alan's turn to go through the same bonding process as all heirs have but he has become complacent and uncaring about how things would turn out. It would have to be positive, right? Since he really had no preference or expectations then by default things would be fine. He just needed to get through the impending shit show.

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[Nona]

• Avanti Kulkarni •​

Name | Avanti Kulkarni III
Age they appear as | Early 20s
Actual Age | 656
Sin | Pride
Power | Audiokinesis: The ability to manipulate sound and sound waves.

| Human form |



| Full Demon form |

| Earth Demon form |
Golden Eagle

Height | 5'6
Build | Curvy
Eyes | Brown • Can turn gold
Hair | Brown / Almost Black • Wavy
Fashion | ● • ● • ●
Other (marks, piercing etc) | Ear Piercings
Faceclaim | Alia Bhatt

| Going to Earth |
WIP

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