Raising Hell.

[drooly]

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[sportsfreak]

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[x Mafi]

Vampire's form..

Name:
William [Spike] Pratt
Gender:
Male
History:
Age:
Looks around 27 years old but is really 200 years old.
Personality:
Spike honestly has a good heart but that only shows in front of his girlfriends in whom he incredibly trusts. He can be one of the scariest things ever when he wants to be but can also be an incredibly smooth talker with a flirty side. He has no sympathy for his victims when he kills and finds no intention to.
Looks:
Spike has this punk rock look going on, he's like a Billy Idol wannabe who stole Spike's look over the years. He wears a black shirt with a red shirt around it similar to an incredibly thin jacket. He wears a black leather jacket over around his clothes and normally has a smug smirk held plainly on his face. He has smoothed back blonde hair and blue eyes. His build is muscular and collected. In his vampire form he could make a grown man yelp in fear. He has a British accent.
Where do they live?:
An old burnt out factory somewhere around in the woods.
Enemy/Rival other than a Demon?:
Amethyst
Other:
N/A

[AqueousSnake]

Witch/Warlock form..

Name: Rasputin Crowley
Gender: Male
History: Rasputin was what you call an average joe, just graduated from high school and was heading off to college. But there was one thing about him that he hid from the rest of the world a growing interest in the occult, sorcery, and the black arts. Lying to his parents about college he took up residence in an abandoned warehouse and from there studied various dark and forbidden magic arts. When the war between the demons and vampires reached the world of the normal, he sided with the demons. Why he sided with them is best described in his own words, "Have you ever tried burning a demon? They live in hell for God's sake, that whole place is practically made of fire! Burn a vampire and they run around screaming like a 12 year-old girl at a Justin Bieber concert. HA HA HA HA!"
Age: 23
Personality: Thanks to the dark arts Rasputin's mind has been warped beyond the point of sanity. His insane personality fuels an absolutely madcap fighting style combining his own two fists, various weapons, and dangerous magic spells. Though seemingly mad, he has a great amount of patience and cunning. Also his human side is not far from gone, when Rasputin feels he can trust a person enough or is around animals, (usually dangerous ones, with the exceptions of puppies and kittens) his personality shifts from a maniacal psycho path to a warmer and almost kind human being.
Looks: Rasputin looks just as crazy as his personality, he has long black, messy, unkempt hair, the whites of his eyes have been tinted yellow, the color of his eye changed from blue to a deep shade of red, his skin is a frighteningly pale color, and his body is covered in tattoos usually occult or sacrilegious in appearance as well as scars from spells gone awry. Razputins normal attire is usually nondescript, but he is always seen wearing combat boots, a duster, and teashades.
Enemy/Rival (Any species): Rasputin doesn't really have rivals or enemies just people he wants to burn.
Other: none

[Salamandaa]

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Demon form.
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Name:
"Alucard" Xzierariel
Gender:
Male
History:
For three thousand years, this beast of legend had suddenly appeared in the world...An abomination, born of some of the most unimaginable sins that could not possibly be forgiven, only to disappear over many generations...He is the sire of some of the most fearsome offspring to tread across the tattered grounds, whispering treachery and summoning misery. Few had seen him; few even lived to tell about him. He educated fear into many hearts, playing and manipulating others lives being destroyed before snapping the cord. Yes...that was his specialty. The brute of a nightmare, who will once again settle upon the earth...his appetite voracious, and you will hear his mighty roar...
Age:
Around three-thousand
Personality:
At first glance, one would think his demeanor as cold,passive,and calculating. They are quite correct, as that is what he maintains on the outside,however, it is merely a mask. Inside bubbling anger roars for blood and amusement, to cast down to the innocent and weak, to leave a future dark and bleak. Until the victims die, they are all at war, for he is a beast, one who lives only for the game of blood. No, he finds no amusement in direct murder. He knows no grace, honor, or sin. It is a question on whether he even has any feelings.
Looks:
He has no shape;as a demon he is a being of the darkness, taking on the forms as a four-legged animalistic shadow, similar to a cross between a lion and a dragon when in hell. Currently, in the human's world, he resides as a man in his early 30's, tall and dark with pale, shadowed skin and lines across his face. He has ragged black hair, dotted with flecks of white, and blue eyes.
When's the last time they came out of Hell for a killing spree?
Many centuries ago;its about time for his return.
Enemy/Rival other than a Vampire:
There are really no limits to his wrath. He is a demon, after all. He will usually leave other species alone unless they appear to tick him off, but humans are his main entertainment; fun to manipulate.
Other:
He was a demon created of sins rather than taking control of a body- He lives to feast on feelings and then blood, but as stated he prefers to play with his victims for months of even years...

[drooly]

((Ooh, lovely form, Frostdragon. It'll be fun to have a mental character hanging around, Spider Lord. All are accepted. ^^ It seems as if all expected forms have been filled out and completed, so we may start :D I'll post tomarrow morning. ^^))

[drooly]

//A R M A L L O • E S T H E R • W R E T C H \\
(The Demons)

The crisp, pungent scent of sage wafted on the air. An old, dusty hotel that had been broken into many more times than one, was once again occupied by unwelcome visitors. The demonic incantations of Armallo rung in the empty place, his face lit by the fire he seemed to be speaking to. Past the blood-stained rug untouched by police, past the place the owner was murdered by none other than Amethyst's siblings, the two demons Armallo and Esther sat.

The candle's flame rose up as soon as Armallo uttered the last word, the finale to his hellish mutterings. Esther snickered wonderfully, in a way she hadn't in a very long time, a twisted cackle that only someone who knew their evil intensions could muster. The flame jumped from the candle wick, overtaking the carpet in a hungry inferno until it met the end of the chalk-drawn circle.

It rose higher into the air, and as what seemed to be eyes made of golden flame appeared, Esther ceased her laughter. The newest Demon, Armallo's supposed "Older Brother" appeared from the ashes, in all of his frightening glory. Wretch took a single step from the circle, and all at once the flame dissapeared, leaving a particularly singed carpet and a melted-down white candle behind.

"Armallo!" Wretch cheered, picking up the soul-stealing demon in a loving embrace, as if the killer were a two year old. His useless wings flapped to show an outburst of emotion as Wretch held the disgusted Armallo out in front of him. "It's about time you summoned me for a visit, kid. So how've you been-" Armallo cut him off right there, slightly struggling in his grip.

"I'm not a kid, and this isn't a visit. I'm having a.. Vampire problem," He admitted with a shrug, looking over at Esther, who seemed delighted to have a new addition to their group. "I need you to get the family together. I thought we could take over the town, or maybe the world if you're not too busy." Wretches' wings flapped again in thought, and he picked at his winding horns. "Well, gee kid. That's a pretty tall order. But for you.."

He trailed off with a smile, shrugging. "Sure. The smell of sage 'outta bring some of our active members of the Overworld here, don't'cha think? We'll wreak some havoc together, we will. Just like one happy family, huh 'Mallo?" Wretch hugged the demon once more, making the smaller man sneer, showing his row of needly teeth.

[sportsfreak]

Bree paced around the damp woods. "Anybody there?"She whispered.

[amato]

[Sportsfreak, you have to make really good posts. Its hard for experienced Rpers to reply to one-liners.]


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••••• A bang rang in a loud echo, and the sudden pounding of shoes against concrete starting tapping a fast, rhythmic beat. "Cursing hell!" a mans voice rang, his voice cracked and on edge as if unsure. Another bang went, and Yua cam down in a crash. "S***!" She screeched, her knee being skinned to a reddish rose color, and her right angle starting to ooze scarlet blood. A bullet pinged against the ground, and bounced about and soon stopped only a foot ahead of her. Getting up, her chest heaved in anxiety and fear, all mingled together.

••••• With skinned palms and knees, along with a heat bruised ankle, Yua ran as fast as she could, trying to get away from the psycho with the gun. Nobody could trust anybody, giving everyone a chance to murder someone suspicious. Being pinpointed by a man the age of 20, he believed Yua was as bad. Trying to shoot her down, the only chance she had was to run for hell.

••••• Starting to gag from such harsh conditions, she dropped to her knees, her bones rattling as they hit the pavement of the bloodied road. Yua's eyes focused slowly, everything turning to a blood like form, all blurry and mixed together. Everything was dizzy, the world seemed to spin madly, as if angered wit her confusion, or that she hadnt died yet.

••••• A savage grip took hold of the collar to Yua's shirt, and she violently pulled back and thrown down. The man looked tired, scared, almost drunk looking. But he was focused, as sober as possible. With a shined, metal gun pointed between her eyes, the man's figure deformed into a sloppy, mucky black body, covered in what seemed to be midnight black oil. Its eyes.. it had no eyes it seemed. Them it came back to her. She was being hunted, not pinpointed.

••••• Ducking for mercy, a louder bang echoed and slammed into the pale concrete that was inches from Yua's head, and she rolled onto her palms and knees, and breaking a run once more. The blurred figure behind her melted, and oozed into the ground and followed her like a shadow.

[sportsfreak]

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Bree ran up the side of a tall, fat, willow tree hoping to find prey. Her eyes widened. Some kind of huge beast was standing there. "You are mine!"Bree thought. She chased after it and soon caught it. "My first meal. But its a feast!"Bree screamed. She sucked the blood with pride. "Mmm!"Bree screamed. Briella sucked every drop out of the huge beast. Her face was covered with blood. Five minutes later the blood soaked into her skin and you couldn't see it. Blood is a face cream also.