[Shiko Hayashi]

Owned by Rørschach

[not.human.at.all.]

I want this one. He is sick! Dude, this is freaking amazing. Awesome job.
*Pets the Daemonia*

[Shiko Hayashi]

I want this one. He is sick! Dude, this is freaking amazing. Awesome job.
*Pets the Daemonia*

Lol your free to try out for him. Just 'cause your the owner doesn't mean you can't try out for your own species. *does it all the time* ^_^;

[not.human.at.all.]

I want this one. He is sick! Dude, this is freaking amazing. Awesome job.
*Pets the Daemonia*

Lol your free to try out for him. Just 'cause your the owner doesn't mean you can't try out for your own species. *does it all the time* ^_^;

Okay, I might have to try out then. This one is just too cool to pass up.

Username: not.human.at.all.
Pets Name: Zhivite
Gender: Male
Personality: WIP
Stories? Art? (Optional, but may increase your chances):
Doing art, 'cause I can't write very well. ^_^;

[Angry.Jackal]

Username: HIDDEN.PAIN
Pets Name: Preroden (Means Reborn) He goes by Oden for short
Gender: Male
Personality: He is calm and loyal despite his looks, and often found sitting alone. At times he can be very aggressive, and even fatal to others. To his friends and family he is friendly and sometimes overprotective, and tries to hide his sad emotions because he thinks of them as weakness.
Story: "Run!" Oden shouted at his family as thunder rumbled through the night. They had been raided by other demons, and he was giving his all to hold off the creatures until his mate,sister, and two children could escape. There were at least ten of the enemy demons, against him. Lightning flashed through the trees as claws flashed forward, raking his eye and gouging it out. He shrieked, but didn't give up the fight. His paws kept sliding in the mud and his pelt was flattened down by the pouring rain, and the others could tell he was growing tired. He hadn't eaten in weeks, and his ribs protruded through his slicked down fur. The enemies all ganged up on Oden, taking him down by force and tearing away at his flesh and fur. As he lay slumped in the sticky mud, he could hear the desperate cries of his family as they were viciously assassinated and dragged back to Oden for him to witness. A large, dark-pelted demon stepped forward, his voice deep and threatening. "The territory is ours, and now you get to live with your pain forever!" The creature had a strange, wild look in his eyes, and Oden realized that this demon was undead, forced to live a restless eternity. But it was too late; the zombie creature had bitten him, and he was forced to live in his grief forever. The others shrieked and howled in victory as they battered Oden and threw him across the border line.

[Lazuli Phoenix]

Username: Neon Icecream ( :3)
Pets Name: Montezuma
Gender: Male
Personality: Dark, secrative, and forever broken. He dislikes large crowds and doesn't talk much at all.
Stories? Art? (Optional, but may increase your chances):
I remember that day when I was young, I guess... My father was killed two weeks after my mother gave birth to me. Zurcing was my father. He was strong and confident, always. Never afraid of anything.

One time another male came over, a stranger. He was shaggy and muscular like Zurcing. It was actually Zurcing's rival brother. His brother, Kumo, was fierce and hated everyone, except for my mother. He adored her. My mother's name was Tohsing. She was elegant, graceful, and a little shy, was what my dad said.

Kumo approached my father, giving him a swift slash at the face. Zurcing fought back, slashing aimlessly, giving most of his hits misses. He knew Kumo wanted Tohsing.

Many, many hours passed. At the most, three. My father dropped to the ground as Kumo pressed him down with all his weight.

All that was heard was a screech of agony. Agony. My father. Dead.

"Come over here Tohsing," was what I heard from the victor. The bloody, merciless victor.

My dad always said that Kumo was the 'runt' of the offspring. He loved Tohsing with all his heart. But she liked Zurcing. This infuriated him. He wood her, forcing her to accept.

Once Tohsing and Kumo mated, Tohsing secretly told me to run. Run before it was too late. I ran with blue water in my eyes, swearing to myself I would never talk to another soul, ever again.

Swearing to kill Kumo. But, I knew he was after me.

We met after five weeks, nearly killing me. Tohsing was nowhere in sight. But there were three young behind him, studying and watching Kumo's ever word.

"Promise me, children, to go after this terrible beast, and slay him. He's the one who killed my brother!" he snarled. I narrowed my eyes as I felt a slash in the chest. My fur ripped off my body. My flesh torn off. My ribs showing. Blood leaking. I was in a living nightmare. I had to keep pushing on. I leapt up and flung him agsint the three young Daemonia Socium. I saw one small one, lying motionless. I ran, with that as my only chance. I nearly died. Or I did, somehow...

The next couple of weeks, I had an open wound. An unforgettable scar. I swore to myself that I would kill Kumo for all his bloody actions.

I don't [i]really like the story. I didn't want to do much at since I'm terrible at it. o.o" So I just typed up a story. Hope you like it anyways. =)

[RaistlinAgaric]

Username: The Jøker
Pets Name: Khorel
Gender: Male
Personality: Khorel is the very embodiment of hate and pain. He was sworn by Satan to bear the burden of a thousand souls, and now he carries this close to his heart. He is very quiet and very cold towards others. Khorel is forced to feel constant pain, therefor he often chooses to be alone, should the pain become to much for him.

Khorel wasn't always the embodiment of hate and pain for a thousand souls, and he often looks back on those times, making him often appear not all there. Khorel is very loyal but is also a compulsive liar, so no one is all that sure where he stands on matters.

Stories? Art? (Optional, but may increase your chances): Khorel walked slowly to the palace of The Prince of Darkness. Satan had summoned him the day before, but as the summoning did not request his immediate presence, Khorel chose to walk all the way from The Third Outer Circle, to the innermost circle, where Satan's unholy palace lay.

The Dark spires of the palace rose threatening to touch the blood red sky. The wrought iron gate in front, though it served no purpose as it was always open, seemed to glare threateningly at all who passed by. Khorel didn't care, however, and he strode through the gate with confident steps.

Standing in front of the main doors to Satan's palace were two hellhounds, but they took no notice of Khorel. Not that Khorel really cared, though. He was in no mood to speak to his only semi-sentient cousins. Walking somewhat hurriedly now through the ebon walls of The Palace, Khorel slowed his steps as he reached the Throne Room. The door was left ajar, but in a fashion that told Khorel it was supposed to be shut. Rather than considering his options, Khorel strode through.

Satan could change his appearance depending on how he was feeling. If he was feeling nostalgic, he would turn into an fallen angel, if he was feeling angry, he would turn into a dragon, if he was feeling happy, he would turn into a demon, but if he was worried, he would take the form of a human. That was Khorel's first clue that something was off. Satan looked like a man in his mid 20s, black hair falling in front of red eyes, and a snake tattoo running down his neck. Khorel addressed Satan calmly.

"My lord, how may I aid thee?" Khorel growled out.

"Khorel," Satan regarded Khorel with a quick nod of his head, "I assume you heard of the genocide on earth?"

Khorel nodded gravely, "One thousand people, my lord. They are all in the Third Outer Circle now."

Satan nodded again, 'Well, I spoke with Gabriel. These people are actually supposed to be in heaven, but their pain and hatred is keeping them here in Hell. In order for them to rise to heaven, they need someone to remove their pain and hatred.....that's where you come in."

Khorel's eyes widened. He had heard about this type of transfer before, but it was supposedly very dangerous. The 'victim' was forced to bear all the pain, both physical and emotional, and all the hatred, both of others and themselves, of a certain set of people, in order for them to rise to heaven. Technically, as these people did nothing wrong, they were supposed to be in heaven, but the "Have and Hurt", as Asmodeous so humorously put it, was keeping them here.

"Would you, Khorel, be willing to take this on? To let the other's rise?" Satan asked, his voice was thick with worry. If Khorel refused, Satan was at a loss with what to do.

Slowly, Khorel looked up, "I accept, My lord."

Satan nodded and summoned a guard to grab The Orb. The Orb was an interesting little shiny stone that could transfer certain sins over to other spirits or demons. In short, The Orb was basically a Ley Line for sins. The Orb glowed with dark power as it touched Satan's clawed fingers. Sometime during the wait for The Orb, Satan had shifted from a human to a demon.

Raising The Orb, Satan muttered a few words in Latin, and a black and red bolt of energy struck Khorel to the ground. Satan continued the incantation while Khorel was slowly being ripped away. The demon could feel parts of his body being torn at. The torment felt as though it lasted an hour.

When the transfer was done, Khorel stood slowly, certain parts of his body aching from the transfer. Khorel limped towards Satan, bowing low. His lips were curled back into a growl. Satan's face was grave.

"I am so sorry, Khorel," Satan whispered, having turned back into a human at some point through the transfer.

"My good lord's forgiveness is unnecessary," Khorel snapped angrily. Satan winced.

"Go. Gabriel will come within the day to collect the souls, and I want you there for it," Satan said, pointing at the door. Khorel bowed low, then exited.

And it was known throughout hell that the Daemonia Socium, Khorel of the Third Outer Circle, had made the ultimate sacrifice.

[The Fallen Soldier]

This fourm is unfinished Username: Kowinda
Pets Name:
Valdaz
Gender:
Male
Personality:
he is a Funny, Kind, Gentle, Sweet and Kind hearted.
Stories? Art? (Optional, but may increase your chances):
WIP

[Angry.Jackal]

(bump)

[RaistlinAgaric]

Finally finished my story!