Fantasy In the Night

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In the Night

He came to you in the dead of night. The air around him twisted into spirals, like the horizon during summertime. His eyes were black save the bright red irises that pierced through every part of you. The black skin he wore contrasted against a solid white suit. The lapel of his coat was was red and notched to match his blood red tie. Everything about him radiated power. The man extended a hand toward you, and his grin was shockingly bright against the darkened night.

"Do you seek power, young one?"

His voice shook the earth beneath your feet. You cannot speak. You cannot move.

"My name is Lucifer." Ask he spoke his name, you could hear the screams of thousands crying for help; begging to be saved from the hell that must have spawned this man. "Your world is rotting, like a moribund body waiting to be sent through a morgue. God abandoned you long ago, leaving me with free reign over your domain."

You realize that you aren't breathing. Your panic seeps through your frozen expression and Lucifer's smile grows wider. A snap of his fingers and your lungs fill with air, but it burns. It hurts so bad you cough, trying to dispel the fire in your lungs but the lack of oxygen forces you to breath in... You feel like you are going to pass out.

"You have been selected to partake in a game of mine. Wake and find your power. You are not alone. Quickly now, before the others find you. Master your power. Survive, and you will be rewarded."

Everything fades into a flash of white light. You open your eyes; It was all a dream... Right?

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Character Creation
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Name: (Insert desired name)

Power: (There isn't really any limit here, except no duplicating. If I think you're trying to go all god-mode on me, I will take steps as 'DM' to nerf your power. The key here is creativity. You will obviously be using your power for combat, but if everyone is 'equal' how can anyone win, right? Every power will have a weakness. If you don't create a viable one yourself, I will. When I say creativity, I mean using your powers in unexpected ways to help cover for your weakness! This is allowed! Example: Water vs. Electricity... Water cures himself of all impurities and no longer conducts electricity to counter his enemy! But wait, Electricity uses the heat generated from his lightning to evaporate the water! Who wins?! That kind of stuff. Will discuss further when combat ensues.)

Age:

Gender:

Sexual Preference:

Bio:

Picture/Description (Human and Demonic):

Whatever information you think we should know about your or your character:

I will quote your post and let you know you have been accepted! There currently isn't any specific path I want you guys to take, so just get going. Try to avoid any combat right off the bat, though. I will introduce a story when we have enough people.

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[GardenParty]

Name: Kota Silver

Power: Kota can create "copies" of herself and use these copies as if she were using her own body. She can change the size of these copies, but the bigger they are, the less they last. She can also transfer her "main" mind into any one of her copies as long as she is conscious and not gravely injured.

Kota can also use anything proficiently as a weapons, ranging from pipes to sheets of metal. Her physical form draws her back, however, as she is not strong in her normal size.

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Sexual Preference: Lesbian

Bio: Kota's life wasn't really spectacular, but she didn't have a bad one either. She was an average girl, going to community college and living an ordinary life. She doesn't understand why Lucifer chose her, but she supposes she will find out soon enough. She likes her new powers, but knows of the curse to come with them. She just hopes she won't have to do any killing anytime soon.

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Whatever information you think we should know about you or your character: //

 

[Splat]

Name: Kota Silver

Power: Kota can create "copies" of herself and use these copies as if she were using her own body. She can change the size of these copies, but the bigger they are, the less they last. She can also transfer her "main" mind into any one of her copies as long as she is conscious and not gravely injured.

Kota can also use anything proficiently as a weapons, ranging from pipes to sheets of metal. Her physical form draws her back, however, as she is not strong in her normal size.

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Sexual Preference: Lesbian

Bio: Kota's life wasn't really spectacular, but she didn't have a bad one either. She was an average girl, going to community college and living an ordinary life. She doesn't understand why Lucifer chose her, but she supposes she will find out soon enough. She likes her new powers, but knows of the curse to come with them. She just hopes she won't have to do any killing anytime soon.

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Whatever information you think we should know about you or your character: //

You're good! We're just waiting on more people.

 

[eevee-chan]

Name: Cali Anderson

Power: Rot, the ability allows Cali to touch anything with her hands and makes it decay. She can use the ability to deteriorate anything she can touch. Her ability is very volatile and is heavily controlled by her emotions. When she is calm she is able to concentrate and focus her ability to do a very select amount of damage. When she is angry or distraught her ability becomes very powerful but is often uncontrollable and emits all over her body. The ability is only usable when she is conscious/awake.

Cali is also a master manipulator, she is very good at using others especially since she is often under estimated due to her age.

Age: 12

Gender: Female

Sexual Preference: N/A

Bio: Cali was born to a well off family and was a very gifted child. She excelled in almost anything she put her mind to but, it was never enough for her mother. No matter her grades, ability to play music or create breath taking speeches her mother was never satisfied. Her father, on the other hand, was too affectionate...Cali never knew what a normal life was or who to call out to for help. Cali's life was a daily struggle of maintaining the appearance of perfect when her home life was a prison of disappointment and abuse. Her soul was claimed at the tender age of twelve. She willingly traded in her humanity for the ability of a power she could not obtain. A control in her life she never had, now for the game...She would succeed no matter the cost.

Picture Human:

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Whatever information you think we should know about your or your character: Cali is a very intelligent young lady. She thinks critically and is also a creative person in both music and art.

 

[Splat]

Name: Cali Anderson

Power: Rot, the ability allows Cali to touch anything with her hands and makes it decay. She can use the ability to deteriorate anything she can touch. Her ability is very volatile and is heavily controlled by her emotions. When she is calm she is able to concentrate and focus her ability to do a very select amount of damage. When she is angry or distraught her ability becomes very powerful but is often uncontrollable and emits all over her body. The ability is only usable when she is conscious/awake.

Cali is also a master manipulator, she is very good at using others especially since she is often under estimated due to her age.

Age: 12

Gender: Female

Sexual Preference: N/A

Bio: Cali was born to a well off family and was a very gifted child. She excelled in almost anything she put her mind to but, it was never enough for her mother. No matter her grades, ability to play music or create breath taking speeches her mother was never satisfied. Her father, on the other hand, was too affectionate...Cali never knew what a normal life was or who to call out to for help. Cali's life was a daily struggle of maintaining the appearance of perfect when her home life was a prison of disappointment and abuse. Her soul was claimed at the tender age of twelve. She willingly traded in her humanity for the ability of a power she could not obtain. A control in her life she never had, now for the game...She would succeed no matter the cost.

Picture Human:

Picture Demonic:

Whatever information you think we should know about your or your character: Cali is a very intelligent young lady. She thinks critically and is also a creative person in both music and art.

Awesome! Accepted. Feel free to start roleplaying with GardenParty

 

[eevee-chan]

Question, is there another thread to start rping, or is it this one?

 

[Splat]

Question, is there another thread to start rping, or is it this one?

You can go ahead and start here. I'm not savvy enough with this website to start separate pages and link them all here. ;P

 

[eevee-chan]

Location
Princeton Middle School
Status
Heading to Nurse's Office
Mood
Confused
Interacting
Tim & Veronica

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Cali Queen of RotCali's eyes flickred as she met the eyes of her fellow students looking down at her. She sat up quickly bumping heads with a young girl who was standing over her to see if she was breathing "ow," they both said. The young girl Cali butted heads with backed up grabbing her head in pain. Cali also reached up touching her head brushing away her blonde bangs. It stung but not as bad as her chest that was still hurting. She didn't have ashma but moments ago she could barely breathe. "Are you okay Cali?" a young boy said as he reached out a hand for hers. Cali looked up at the people around her, classmates. The boy's hand was from Tim, he had freckled skin and flaming red hair. Most of the other kids had walked away seeing she was okay. "I'm sorry I called you a scardy cat and said you wouldn't climb the large oak tree." a whiny high pitched voice escaped the girl who was head butted. Her long brown hair was pulled into a ponytail and her dark skin was a glow in the light of the afternoon sun. Cali shook her head, she went to reach for Tim's hand but something stopped her as she got up on her own.

Tim looked a little hurt she didn't take his hand, probably cause she thought he had cooties...which he didn't! "It's okay Veronica..." Cali said softly as she looked above her. The shade of the oak tree covered the three of them as the wind blew...how long had she been asleep? Was what she saw merely a dream. "I really wanted to see the view from up there..." Her voice was somber as her mind reflected on her dream. Did she hit her head on the way down? How far up had she climbed before she blacked out? Cali's hands went to her sides as her heart thumped much faster than it ever had before. "Want me to take you to the nurse's office?" Tim offered bashfully as he put his hand out again for Cali. She looked down at his dirty hand that was covered in mud and grass. She looked to Tim who was equally dirty. Before she 'fell' he had been playing flag football with the other boys. The memory of what happened soon came to her. Cali and Veronica had been sitting under the oak watching the boys play sport when they got into a minor tiff of who could be Tim's girlfriend. That's where the tree came into play.

This time Cali lightly touched Tim's hand. He looked so excited but then a look of pain crossed his face as he pulled his hand away. "ow, you shocked me. Must be the side effects of falling from a tree." Tim spoke with a laugh but it was clear the way he was holding his hand, it hurt more than a shock. "...I'll take myself..." Before Tim or Veronica could offer to accompany her she was walking off, she knew where the nurses office was without their help. The two left behind looked uncertain as Tim opened his hand to see a gash where Cali's fingers had touched him. The skin looked almost charred and full of puss as if that small cut was now infected. Tim hid his hand before Veronica could see and told Veronica he had to go to the bathroom. Veronica watched as her best friend and her crush following went in the same direction. Veronica scuffed her shoe in the dirt aggitation set on her face. "Perfect Cali gets everything..." She turned and kicked the tree as if the roots were to blame and walked off.

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[Claymore-Chan]

Name

Amaya Mizuno



Age

Fourteen



Appearance

Powers

Amaya is, in short, capable of creating bone-like material harder than steel; seemingly from thin air. The way she truly does this is by summoning the skeletons of the many beings she's slain, and using her magical prowess to forge the bones of those slain into whatever form she so wishes. She's even capable of going as far as extracting bones from a living target, her choice as to whether or not it's bloody and painful. This actually makes her a good nurse for those with broken or fractured bones, as she can repair or replace bones within any living being's body if able to come into direct contact for long periods of time. This is generally an ability she reserves for herself however, as she's not much of a 'social' type of person; after all, she's been a cold and near-heartless killer for the past six years.



Additionally, Amaya is capable of taking form as a wolf, though rarely ever does so as she's honestly a good bit faster and stronger in her more humanistic form due to never having learned to use her animal form.



Personality

Amaya is a girl who displays absolutely no emotion to anybody; intentionally, that is. She's been forced to lock away as much of her heart as possible, as she grew up in a cruel kill or be killed world. She detests anybody who shows emotion regardless of location and setting, wishing to kill anybody who shows even a sign of emotion on the battlefield. She's extremely aggravated by it, because she's jealous. She envies those who can freely show emotion, it so painful to see people doing what she cannot. As a result, she's a little sad in appearance and expression, regardless of what she's doing; not even knowing it herself that she's deeply saddened to the point of it being blatantly obvious on her face.



Aside from all this though, she's cunning, calm, and very analytical on top of having great caution despite not really fearing anything due to knowing her own strength.



Background

Amaya is a girl who was forced to adapt in life. She lived in a cruel world where the only way to live was to take away from others, with the golden rule of kill or be killed. At first, she had friends and family who she could rely on to help her through, but soon enough, it was just her and one other. The two were nearly driven to death by the deadly world, just as their other friends and families had died, and eventually, they were enemies as there wasn't enough for the both of them to live. Leaving her friend for death in combat, Amaya locked away her own heart, so as to not have to face the despair that had overcome her as a result. From that point forward, she killed many to keep living, with the last bit of her heart being dedicated to one promise; to carry on no matter what, in honor of her friend who'd faced death for her sake.



To this day, she's used to the kill or be killed rule, thus obtains what she needs by killing those who try to keep it from her. However, she only kills those who deserve death anyway, as she's at least learned enough about the world that she's not a simple murderer. She knows probably more than your elite hunter at this point in her life.



Other

Generally speaking, she looks slightly tired alongside her ever-saddening expression, as she rarely ever gets much sleep due to being extremely cautious of danger.

 

[Splat]

Amaya Mizuno



Age

Fourteen



Appearance

Powers

Amaya is, in short, capable of creating bone-like material harder than steel; seemingly from thin air. The way she truly does this is by summoning the skeletons of the many beings she's slain, and using her magical prowess to forge the bones of those slain into whatever form she so wishes. She's even capable of going as far as extracting bones from a living target, her choice as to whether or not it's bloody and painful. This actually makes her a good nurse for those with broken or fractured bones, as she can repair or replace bones within any living being's body if able to come into direct contact for long periods of time. This is generally an ability she reserves for herself however, as she's not much of a 'social' type of person; after all, she's been a cold and near-heartless killer for the past six years.



Additionally, Amaya is capable of taking form as a wolf, though rarely ever does so as she's honestly a good bit faster and stronger in her more humanistic form due to never having learned to use her animal form.



Personality

Amaya is a girl who displays absolutely no emotion to anybody; intentionally, that is. She's been forced to lock away as much of her heart as possible, as she grew up in a cruel kill or be killed world. She detests anybody who shows emotion regardless of location and setting, wishing to kill anybody who shows even a sign of emotion on the battlefield. She's extremely aggravated by it, because she's jealous. She envies those who can freely show emotion, it so painful to see people doing what she cannot. As a result, she's a little sad in appearance and expression, regardless of what she's doing; not even knowing it herself that she's deeply saddened to the point of it being blatantly obvious on her face.



Aside from all this though, she's cunning, calm, and very analytical on top of having great caution despite not really fearing anything due to knowing her own strength.



Background

Amaya is a girl who was forced to adapt in life. She lived in a cruel world where the only way to live was to take away from others, with the golden rule of kill or be killed. At first, she had friends and family who she could rely on to help her through, but soon enough, it was just her and one other. The two were nearly driven to death by the deadly world, just as their other friends and families had died, and eventually, they were enemies as there wasn't enough for the both of them to live. Leaving her friend for death in combat, Amaya locked away her own heart, so as to not have to face the despair that had overcome her as a result. From that point forward, she killed many to keep living, with the last bit of her heart being dedicated to one promise; to carry on no matter what, in honor of her friend who'd faced death for her sake.



To this day, she's used to the kill or be killed rule, thus obtains what she needs by killing those who try to keep it from her. However, she only kills those who deserve death anyway, as she's at least learned enough about the world that she's not a simple murderer. She knows probably more than your elite hunter at this point in her life.



Other

Generally speaking, she looks slightly tired alongside her ever-saddening expression, as she rarely ever gets much sleep due to being extremely cautious of danger.[/QUOTE]

You can go on ahead!

 

[Missy]

Name: Ranata (Anat)
Power:
Ma’at: To the ignorant minded, lies and truth mingle together, lost in meaning, however, words to Anat are like the window to the soul. She possess the ability to see through any lie, no matter the power or cunningness of the wielder of words. In addition, when one looks into her eyes all is revealed to her on what the person holds dearest in their heart; what is of the most importance to the person’s existence.

Apep: A lethal, corrosive poison courses through her bloodstream eager to be released, as if tormented from the flesh that binds its hungry bite upon contact, or more fetally, entry into the foe’s circulation. Foes of hers beware, for she is the definition of the double edged sword.

Shaenamu: The sharp edge of her tail in her true form can be a lethal weapon, engulfing in flames to cauterize wounds upon opening them. This can be a form of torture, for to simply bleed to death is too merciful. The body usually gives up before the mind, but not in the case of Anat’s victims.

Peitho: When cast, the victim will begin feeling a sudden, nagging urge to do as the caster directs. If this is ignored, the feeling will continue growing stronger until the point of insanity creeps in. Very few have escaped doing as instructed, which is usually a sacrifice of some form.

Sacrifice: Via touch, Anat has the ability to steal or transfer her power to another person. If power is stolen, the victim is weakened significantly alongside their strength until they are able to recharge their power again. During this time, a lower form of their stolen power can be used by the acceptor of this transfer.

Age: 3000 years old (Looks 24 in human years)

Gender: Female

Sexual Preference: Heterosexual

Bio: In the mid 1500s BC, Anat walked the ancient egyptian deserts as a priestess of the pharaoh, Thutmose I. She was a woman of virtue and complete loyalty to the Gods and Goddesses, whom pharaoh's were often times classified as. Her cunning nature and beauty allowed her to make her way through the ranks, however, her status became the double edged sword that would lead to her demise.

Anat became an honoured priestess of the pharaoh who grew to take a liking of her, which displeased his wife, Princess Ahmose. Little did everyone know that Anat was her younger sister who was betrayed by Ahmose when they were young. She was left for dead in the deserts as her sister’s greed for power and jealousy consumed her.

When Anat conceived a son of the pharaoh, the jealousy of her older sister managed to convince the pharaoh that her blood was impure, not of royalty. The morning after she gave birth to her baby son, Anat came to discover this as she was awaken by the forceful hands of loyal guards of Ahmose and torn away from her son. As a desperate pled to her sister to save the life of her son, Anat offered to do a sacrifice of her blood to the Gods in honor of the pharaoh, her sister, and her son who would be claimed as her sister’s.

In the private room with witnesses, she hymns a prayer to the Gods as she sits exposed in a bath. She uses her dagger to slowly carve symbols into her arms and legs, enough to break the skin, staining the colour of the bath red. She proceeds to pour a bowl of snake venom over her arms. As the venom enters her system, she weakly attempts to finish her prayers, which is drowned out by the other priests and priestess who join in. Her eyes rest upon her child in her sister’s arms as Anat’s world fades to black.

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[Juju]

Name: Anapiría

Power: Infirmity

Spoiler: powers

Infestation: Ana attracts illness-spreading creatures and is usually trailed by rats, mice, cockroaches, locusts, flies, mosquitoes, etc. She can also imbue healthy creatures with diseases in order to spread them. Once infected, the creatures can be commanded. *She also loves crows, which is a mutual feeling since the beasts follow her for free food.

Wither: Temporarily drains the physical vitality of an immortal, with the effect lasting longer with mortals. They become weak and frail, reducing their divine defenses and leaving them vulnerable for attack. This is quick to take affect if Ana is touching a victim, or can be channeled from a distance at a slower rate.

Infect: Afflicts the target with an illness. Depending on how long the target has been afflicted also changes the potency of the effects. Ana can also speed up the infection’s progress by using this ability multiple times, or by physically striking them.

Stage one: May cause dizziness, fatigue, sluggish movement, nauseation. Victim’s temperature rises.

Stage 2: Breathing becomes harder, limbs feel weak, the pool of divine/infernal magic is lessened. Coughing can spread the illness to other mortals/immortals

Stage 3: Painful lesions erupt on skin, allowing the spread of the disease via touch. Movement of the limbs is painful and slow because of swollen joints. Fainting spells are common. Some abilities stop working. Hallucinations can also occur.

Stage 4: renders an immortal unable to move very far on their own. Their powers also stop functioning. For a mortal, major organs shut down and death is imminent.

Diseased: Ana’s blood and all of her physical attacks will apply a stack of Infect to the target. The more times she strikes the opponent, the more potent the disease becomes.

Age: 352 (older demon who can perhaps act as a mentor to some of the new ones)

Gender: Female

Sexual Preference: Asexual

Bio:

Spoiler: bio

There was a time, long ago, when Ana’s flesh wasn’t so pale and when her body wasn’t so frail. She used to be timid, doing whatever she was told and being the good little girl her father molded her into. When her father moved to London for a business opportunity, she tagged along with him, and when she was told she would be wed to increase his status she agreed without question. That, however, does not mean that she was happy with any of this. She was powerless and she hated that, but never quite had the nerve to do anything about it. Ana was weak.

Strangely enough, it was at the time of her greatest mortal fragility that she felt the most empowered.

For years she lived an unhappy life with a horrid husband whom was less than unfaithful. When Ana was discovered to be barren her husband wanted to be rid of her, but was unable to do so. During this time the Plague of London was just at its beginning stages but it was enough for Ana to become infected (though she believes her food was purposefully tainted by her husband) and in an effort to save himself and his manor, her husband sent Ana away. Filled with rage, Ana became set on revenge. Knowing that the disease would take her, she waited until her condition worsened and developed a plan to take down her husband and everything he had loved and built up. In disguise she tainted the well water, the food his business traded, everything and anything she could get her hands on.

She lived just long enough to witness his manor burnt to the ground after the plague consumed her husband and his servants, his business shunned for bearing the infection and his own name and health wither. Her life wasn’t long enough for her to hear the news of his death, but she didn’t need to. She knew the grim reaper would take him after she had left her mortal coil. On her last day Ana crawled her way up the stairs to the manor and laid herself upon the ashes. Ana looked up to the grey skies while drops of rain fell upon her sallow skin and with the last dregs of strength she had left in that world, she smiled.

Picture/Description (Human and Demonic):
Ana’s pale flesh is pulled taut over her jutting bones and her limbs are so thin and frail she looks more like a walking skeleton. Surrounding her yellow irises her eyes are a puffed up red and have darkened circles around them in a sickly manner. Black spots like bruises dot her flesh, remnants of the plague, and her fingertips are a shade darker than the rest of her skin.

Spoiler: Human

Spoiler: demon

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[Claymore-Chan]

(Sorry for taking so long, just got out of the hurricane and had to set up again.)