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 Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2005 8:27 pm
Name: XxX-Hellz-XxX. (Formally known as Hellz.
Age: Appears to have the body of a 20 yr old in his prime but has thousands of years of knowledge.
Race: Half demon, Half archangel (Amazing what Drinks can do to an angel and a demon eh?)
Height: 6'3.
Apperance: Doesn't look very built, at first glance, and even under closer imspection he looks rather small. He enjoys wearing black and dislikes it when his clothes dont match his personality. He has scars burned onto his back, an angel wing and a nitemare wing, and he never goes anywhere with out a ring which he wears around his finger at all times. His eyes glow pure red when hes angered
Weapons: Hellz is a man who enjoys style, he doesnt really enjoy using weapons all the time but he likes the style of his Revolvers so he carries them around with him, each having silver bullets in them. He also carries a knife in his boot and a small hand gun in his other boot.
Fighting style: Using his mass size(At times) to over come his enemies.
Powers: After every fight he becomes stronger, the closer he comes to death when hes revived his power in almost doubled. Also the ability to gain mass amounts of muscle and strength when angered, his muscles become four times their reguler size and hes not someone to be messed with (from his fathers Demon side)
Other powers, From his mothers Angelic side, he has the power of quick healing, this also makes his other power VERY affective because he becomes stronger after each time hes hurt, and with quick healing it powers him up rather quickly. He also has the weird ability to slip into the shadows and just go poof when he likes, or not be seen.
Strengths: Making friends. He accepts people willingly if they are kind, but if they stand against him things arent pretty.
Weakness: Women. Hellz was mostly raised by his mother who was an angel and would never hurt a lady, unless he is defending himself. Also his temper gets the best of him
Bio: Hellz was raised by his mother for the most part of his life but when he powers became to much for her she sent him to go see his father and become trained in the ways of his demonic father. He has since grown up now and spent many years of his life training. He has walked the galaxy for hundreds of years and has seen most of his friends die infront of him, giving him an inner calmness and yet a rage so great its not to be toyed with.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 1:50 am
Name: Pandora
Age: 5001
Race: vampire/faire
height: 5'7 and a half
weight: 112
Appearance: I have two; my vampire one, and my fairy one. Both have two scars; one on my neck and one on my back. The one on my back is a claw mark, the one on my neck a bite.
(Vampire) White marble skin, watery blue eyes, an indigo Mohawk, slender toned body (normally in something a little on the revealing side), a trench, and black boots that go half way up my calves; a silver dagger is always in one of the boots.
(Fairy) Lighter blue eyes, olive skin with a forest green, sort of tattoo of ivy vines over my entire body. Hair the same, very innocent look fairy wings that are dark blue that fade to black at the tips.
Weapons: Magic is the normal thing for me, but I also use my silver dagger, or anything lethal I can get my hands on, to torture you for days.
Fighting style: Torture for as long as possible, and, if not then, just out right kill...not stalling, just drain them of all their blood.
Powers: I have all the normal things that come with being a vampire (super eyes, sight, hearing, smell, speed, and strength), but I also have magic; any and all kinds. If I can think of a spell, then I would rather use it, but I don't normally do that if the other can't...not fair that way. I can also read and control almost any mind, but if the person knows how, they can block me out of their head if they have enough power.
Bio: I was born a corrupted soul as punishment for a past life. I was born in to the body of a fairy, then, when I was older, I ended up killing my enter clan and torturing my family till they were dead. But the blood attracted a vampire, and that vampire ended up turning in to one her self. I have spent 2000 years with her My only real friend was a were-panther named M, but one day a war started to break out more between undead hunters, and vampires. So my maker, being one of the elders of our kind, went in to hiding. I became a hit for higher. I traveled the world till one day I ran in to what would tern out to be my one true love. His name was Talen. He was a fox demon, and a undead hunter...one of the most powerful ones. We fell in love and traveled to gather for a time. Then, when the great war came, we were torn apart. That was the last time I have seen him. The only thing I have left of his memory are the two scars he had given me; one bite mark on my neck, and one claw mark on my back. It has been 2000 and some odd years since I last knew of Talen's whereabouts...he is probably dead now.
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2005 6:48 pm
Name: Project Zero, but people either call him Zero or Chrono
Age: Looks to be 18, real age unknown
Race: Dragon/Demon/Angel
Height: 6'4
Weight: 180
Physical description:
Human: He is normally seen as a somewhat pale young man and has a tatoo on his left shoulder blade which reads "Project Zero". His long black hair is messy and normally covers his face so that the world cannot see him. He is rather skiny but has a rather good build and has scars covering most of his body. His face has but one scar just above his left eye going down to just below his right but otherwise he is quite handsome. He is almost alway calm and quite but his blue eyes offer a gentle glow.
Dragon: An extremay large black dragon with silver spikes that cover its back and legs. It has red eyes and fangs sharp enough to rip through tanks, let alone fleshy creatures.
Demon: A creature that thrives off of darkness, anger and suffering. Its hair is long and silver and skin is rough like leather armor and dark as an unlit night. It has claws sharper than the finest blades and teeth as sharp as knifes. Two torn and beat black wings extend from its back and pain means nothing to it. On its neck, wrists and ankles are broken chains.
Angel: Looks just like his human form but with white, angelic wings.
Weapons: Has some training in most wepons but is best at using double swords.
Powers: Can harness some magic ability in all magics but is best at darkness and light. When he goes into his Angelic form he is better at using water and light abilities and can heal. When he is in his Demon form he is better at using fire and darkness and will eat the souls of the fallen, friend or foe. His Dragon form can harness the power of earth and fire.
Strengths: Because he is so quite all of the time it is quite easy to sneak up on people and gather information. He is also very kind and can become friends with people without really trying.
Weaknesses: He constantly feels alone and tends to outcast himself sometimes. He also does not like to see the pain of others and doesnt fight unless provoked.
Bio: He awoke one day on the ground in a strange room filled with different types of equipment. He couldnt remember who or what he was, how old he was or how he got to the room. As he looked around he saw dead bodys all over the floor and most of the equipment was destroyed. As he made is way out of the room he saw that the entire building was this way and yet he was unharmed. He made his way to a locker room and found an open locker with some clothes inside and so he took them. As he put on the clothes he saw a strange tatoo on his right soulder which read "Project Zero" . He left the place in search of some answers on what had happened to him.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2005 10:14 pm
Name: Talen
Title: Loss
Age: 2967
Race: Nogistune (outlaw fox demon)
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 169 lb
Appearance: Medium-long dirty blonde hair, bright teal eyes that turn yellow as I get angry. I wear simple clothes, and due to my career, an undead hunter, i wear a metal collar around my neck. I have a tnednecy to use my fox magic to conceal the fact that in truth i have 9 tails, not just one. I have a medium build, and little to no fat anywhere on me.
Weapons: I don't need weapons. I AM a weapon
Fighting style: I only ever fight unarmed, using my claws or punching and kicking. I also fight dirty, if the need arises. If an opponent is really powerful, then i start using my various fox fire abilities and teleporting.
Powers: Many and varied are my powers. The most notable are the powers I control as a kitsune. I have use of all the fox fire techniques (fox combust, fox fire wave and the like), I can shapeshift perfectly into any being I see with a little practice. I also have heightened hearing and smell. I can also teleport, though it burns much of my energy, and I have incredible speed and strength. Due to certain aspects of my past, I can regenerate wounds very quickly, and I cannot be killed outright.
Bio: My father was a god, my mother a kitsune. I know little about the two. My mother was killed by a band of kitsune who happened by our small home. I managed to survive, a fox demon without even a single tail, wandering alone in the wilderness. I survived off whatever I could scrounge, and always bore a great hatred for those that lived inside the safe realm of the kitsune. 7 hundred years later, I met a certain vixen that took my fancy, and began adventuring with her, and eventually developped, stronger, feelings for her. During the first undead war, though, she was thrown from a tower, and fell to her death. I spent the next hundred years in misery, thoughtlessly killing all the undead I cam across, before actually joining up with the hunters. I quickly rose in the ranks, and set off on my own once again. It was after that that I met a certain vampire by the name of Pandora. First I tried to kill her, but as time passed, I found myself falling in love once again. We spent far too little time together, and during the second undead war, we fought. Long story short, I fell in combat, but I wasnt dead. A friend of mine took me away from the field, and over the next two thousand years, I've been searching for her, my dear Pandora... Regardless of the near infinite power at my disposal, I hate wasting any energy, and I dislike killing more than anything. I always rise to the challenge though, and I back down from fights that will use too much of my power. I just can't stand to have to fight people, and the collar I wear limits my powers, simply so I don't ever have to use them. I also have a tendency to mark people, just so I can say they're mine biggrin
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2005 4:32 pm
Name: Helsin
Age: Looks 18 to 20 but is actully much older
Race: Born half-human / half-demon, but is now a full Demon
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 135
Appearance: (In Human Form) - Sleek with a nice muscular build his red eyes shown greatly through the bright red hair that laid lightly on his head. A skin tight black wife-beater nicely showed his wash board abs. Pants that were as dark as night fit loosly.
(In Demon Form) - Once in demon form he has two sets of beautiful wings which he can retract at his will. One set demonic and black with red tips, the other a lovely white with hints of blue hidden in it. Moods greatly shown in his eyes as they changed color as his mood changed.
Pets: An Arctic Wolf named Snow, and a black dragon named Lady.
Weapons: Katana and weapons made from his own blood, and twin pistols.
Fighting Style: Quicksilver, which is the ability to slow down time for everyone but him. Doppleganger, which is the ability to create an identical image of himself from his shadow to help him fight.
Special Powers: The ability to control time, the ability to make things out of his own blood and the ability to disappear in darkness.
Weakness: his friends (still working on this)
Bio: As one would imagine a member of a high court dressed nicely in silks and such, Helsin wasn't like them. From the begining everyone knew that he would be diffrent a trouble maker. Helsin dressed in mostly blacks which made his red hair stand out as he would move swiftly through the woods or streams. Hunting or what have you just to keep his mind busy and off of his life at home. In time he grew tired of being scolded for being diffrent then the rest of the family and how bad that it looked on them so he decided to join the high courts Knights. Fighting many fights and reciving some battle scars as tokens he travled and soon left the knights just to be free and able to kill what he wished and when he wished it. His every action had the High Court on alarm worrying that he might turn against them and try to take over. Also his actions led him to have consiqunces as well, his final battle he would fight in woods thick with the smell of pine trees yet there were none. A great battle it was as he took on what he thought would be an easy target but it turned out it was more then he expected. The next thing that Helsin remembered was waking up and walking through the lands in hell fighting off creatures that tried to take him down with them. Finaly he reached the mansion where he recieved the Demon title known as Time.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2005 2:44 am
Name: Khazid, KK, Dark, Durza.......... choose one
Age: Unknown ~looks about twenty~
Race: Dragon Demon and Angel
Height: 6'4''
Weight: 295 lbs ~pure raw muscle~
Appearance: Dark is about 6'4'' and weighs 295 of pure and raw muscle, he has broad shoulders. There are many scars over his body from battle but his skin almost always covered by black and white dragon scales that are harder than any substance ever discovered. His eyes change color by his mood, and his hair is a dirty blonde color.
Weapons: Anything you could possibly think of.
Fighting Style: Speed and power
Special Powers: He has power over all elements, he has mastered all the elements, he can shape shift, he has a metal arm, and he controls light and all darkness.
Weakness: Women
Bio: His original name was Durza he was half angel and half demon, when one of his brothers died, Khazid (KK), he gave him his soul which made him powerful and then his other brother, Dark, died and he got his soul so he has split personality.
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 10:05 pm
Name: Rakashaan
Age: Roughly 550
Height: 7' 2"
Weight: 150 lbs
Eye color: green
Weapon of choice: None
Appearance: Raka is immensly tall, but also very slim. His body is toned for running, swimming, and other such sport, instead of endurance and brute muscle. He wears very expensive white clothing at all times, a way to differentiate himself from the ret of the vampires about, who he considers inferior. He has jet black hair, and piercing green eyes.
Fighting Style: Fistfighting, supplemented by black magic and Vampire form-switching.
Abilities: See Dracula. Rakashaan is a traditional vampire in every sense of the word, and he despises 'Modern' vampires as a whole.
Bio: Rakashaan was courtesan in Lord Vlad's court, but fled after Helsing and his company of slayers killed his lord. He is a complete and utter n00b. His immense ego causes him to disguise the cowardice inherent in the act, but Rakashaan still fears slayers immensly.
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Posted: Wed Nov 09, 2005 2:59 pm
Name: SIlent
Age: Unknown
Height: 7'0"
Weight: 210 pounds
Eye color: Crimson
Weapon of choice: Differs. Has been sited with a katana, a dual blade sword, a staff, two metal discus-lke rings with hollow centers, but, most commonly, claws.
Appearance: Upon returning to Hell, Silent saw fit to readapt to Hell to better enjoy the experience of his visit. In such a way, his new name, which befits him immensely, is Havoc, his speciality, insanity. His medium long crimson locks cover most of his right eye, the remainding left one made to constantly dart back and forth, instilling the enemy with the false pretense of being insane, thus skewing any judgments makeable. He wears a tight black shirt without sleeves, better known as a wifebeater. His skin is an unusual tint of charcoal, which seems to vary upon occasion. His pants are long, loose, and baggy, jet black, matching his black wifebeater. He usually doesn't wear footwear, just pads around without shoes nor socks on. He is extremely fit, but not Ahnuld style, not tearing out of the flesh. When relaxed, his arms seem perfectly sized for his broad shoulders. His hands are a series of five scythe--like claws, razor sharp, and double the length of his normal fingers, which he can freely morph to and fro from.
Fighting Style: MAJOR hand-to-hand specialist, undoubtedly so. Hellfire is summonable at will, without the need to even charge the attack. He has almost unprecedented healing capabilities, but he has the sole weakness of the classic vampire, the stake through heart. Knowing this weakness, he had a solid adamantium block implanted a quarter of an inch below his skin, fitting perfectly under his pectoral muscles. Then again, when finding a weakness, there is always more than one back oor, so try on.
Bio: Silent is a mystery, put simply, the classic and cliche man-out-of-nowhere turned mass murderer. No one, save him, knows his origins, and he keeps it that way on purpose. He acknowledges no blood, but he has several brothers in arms. Silent's personality is thus.
"Please, TRY and fight me, okay?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 12, 2005 9:53 pm
Name: Laiken
Age: Looks of 21 but is really 300
Race: Vampire
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 120
Eye Color: Normaly emerald green but can change to red, sliver, or black.
Weapon of Choice: Mostly hands and teeth but also bow and arrow.
Apperance: Laiken is tall with very pale skin normal to a vampire. She has medium length black hair that shapes her face. She has subtle facial features with her emerald green eyes being the most striking feature. She has all the right curves in all the right places.
Special Powers: Shapeshifting, illusion, and seduction.
Weaknesses: Her emotions and love.
Bio: To find out about her past you must earn her trust.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2005 6:11 pm
Name: Star
Age: Who knows
Race: Human
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 110 lbs
Appearance: Star has a small but long and slender body. She was very tall. Just because she was tiny didnt mean she couldnt fight or have mucsle. Her hair was a black. Her eyes ere wide and had a good circle shape about them. Her eyes were very different. It was light blue and had little light blue stars in them, that people could see.
Weapons: She likes fighting with her fists.
Fighting Style: She has been in kick boxing for a long time.
Special Powers: Her eyes change in the color of her mood(But the stars stay in them). With four different songs she can change someones mood.
Bio:
Her home life never worked out for her. Her dad wase killed in a train wreck when she was 14. She didnt care for my dad, he abused everyone, anyone. Stars mom looked after her and they moved so they wouldnt think about it. Once her mother got a stable job and house she started to work alot more. Late at night she got off of work and was heading home. But she got into a crash on her way home and died in the car. She was pinned and crushed. So star lived at a bar called Sorrows that no one knew she lived at. But when that crashed down she moved on and stayed at orphanages, Then going to one and working at it. So she had a roof over her head again. As sorrows slowly drifted apart. Alot of her family(Sorrows) came to hell. Of course no one knew about her living at sorrows. But as the time being, star is staying at times over at hellz, and others over at japs. But looking for a pernament roof over her head for the third time. As anyone else she hated talking about her parents. When someone called another person mom or dad she got hurt inside herself, But she was raised with tons of kids. Which she took care of. Babys, or infants she loved. Of course she couldnt wait to have one kid for herself, and that one special person.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 2:27 pm
Gaian Name: Sig Dragonkisser
Name: Sig
Age: 118
Race: Vampire/Demon
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 180
Appearence: Has crimson hair and pale skin. His eyes change from grey to red depending on his mood.Also has dragon eyes when hell breaks loose. Looks fairly weak compared to muscle bound people. Has bandages wrapped firmly around wrists from past angelic wounds that wont heal.
Fighting style: Speed and illusionary tatics. Uses a few old tricks if gets into a jam.
Abilities: Has the ability to manipulate his own blood into basically any objects, weapon, or tools. Can create an after image of himself from his speed. Has the ability to read minds and awaken their true power by manipulating past memories stored there.
Weakness: If his blood is seperated from his body too long when using it on the outside it becomes weak and contaminated. Cannot bring it back into body and becomes weak and joints begin to grind against the bones.
Bio: Demons here that havent forgot his abilities and appearence would remember him as Vamp Hunter. Once Lord Yawgmoth's close friend. Vamp absorbed an evil entity into his body known as Infrit. Putting hits out on Yawg's wife Akai just to get at him until he confronted Yawg himself. Yawgmoth absorbed everything left of Infrit except a small mist of Vamp's blood Yawg had expelled from his body. Vamp had reformed and gone back to Earth without a trace. Infrits spirit had come back into another person's body in hell and fought Yawgmoth a second time. Yawgmoth made sure he would stay gone this time. Back on Earth Vamp Changed his name to Sig protecting a village hed had grown to love. A demonic dragon had been absorbed into his body since Sig couldnt defeat it right then and there. If Sig's life is ever threatened the dragon's soul emerges and turns everything into a waste land of blood. Sig slashed a sacred seal (the one that allowed him to return to Earth) to return back into hell after the dragon had destroyed his village. Maybe he could find a way to get the dragon's spirit expelled here. That is if people would except him after knowing what he did in the past...
Demon position applying for: Regret
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2005 4:56 am
(OOC: A note to the guild mods I was omgwtfbrbbbq but I decided on a name and character change hope nothing comes wrong from this)
Name: Soren
Age: 19
Race: Human (now demon of course)
Height: 5'9''
Weight: 154 lbs.
Appearence: Soren has long black hair and always wears mage robes of darker colors. His eyes are light green with a hint of red here and there. He's a very thing young man with slight muscle (very slight) from old training but has not kept his physical strength up to par as much as he's kept his mind sharp. So by looking he looks fairly unimpressive and some might say weak
Fighting Style: Defensive mage tactics
Abilities: Soren has command over three elements. Wind, Fire and Ice. At will he is able to summon some powerful uses with those elements. When in rage his hidden talent shines through. Soren is psychokenetic, that is able to move things and effect things with his brain however this power isn't under his total control unless he's in a rage or violent anger.
Weakness: Being physically 'weak' while being mentally strong.
Bio: Soren was raised in a normal fashion, normal for a family of magic users that is. Sent off to school to learn arcane ways he wasn't the best but definitly not the worst ranking near the top of his class but not THE top. His personality some people like and some do not as he's blatently honest all the time which depending on the situation can go both ways. His journy came to an end at a young age when his psychokenetic powers caused brain damage killing him without warning. He finds himself repaired and undamaged at the gates of Hell. Everything working ok again himsefl just being a little less.....alive
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2005 2:05 am
Name: Down
Age: ???
Race: ???
Height: ???
Weight: ???
Appearance: ???
Fighting Style: ???
Weakness: None
Bio: A being in similarity to the boogeyman, a fairy tale told to children to keep them in line. A monster called 'Down' who haunts the wicked and eats bad little children. Little is known of Down as he has never been seen by anyone nor does anyone believe he exists save for a man named Dakkon Blackblade, better known to the denizens of Hell as Yawgmoth. Yawgmoth met Down only once and it scared him to death. Down is a being so fearful that even the 'evil' half is afraid of his power. The reasons for Downs return to haunt Yawgmoth are unknown but one thing is certain. While Down is in Hell no one will sleep. Bewhere, Down is coming...
(an rp for after christmas brought to you by yours truely ^_~)
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2005 8:14 am
Name:Night Eredar
Age:836
Gender:Male
Height:6"3'
Race biggrin emon
Weapons:1 Katana..Very little use
Magic:Controlling Fire/Ice/and Shadow...Healing
Bio: Born in a small town in the north.He was a full blood demon.The town they were in was destroyed by many people from a near by village.The children of the town were taken away to be taught as if they were human.Many never knew what they were.At the age of 15 he murdered his "Father" and ran off.Staying at a town miles away he learned it was a town of vampires and demons.There he learned what he was and what he could do.At the age of 23 he went off to adventure the world.He met people and killed many.He is now looking for a place to stay.A place to call home....
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