Inferno -- Closed, RP HAS BEGUN

My gallery · by **Nicolae** » Fri Mar 30, 2012 6:49 pm

Come little children, I'll take thee away, into a land of enchantment.

Many people overestimate what's coming to them in the end. Grand white palaces, glittering, pearly gates. Maybe a fiery, flaming hell- well actually, hell is pretty bad. Nevermind. Let's rephrase this: people tend to overestimate the maturity of those running what's coming to them in the end. Nobody in charge is above a little gambling... a little game, played with the mortals as pawns.

Here's the break down, my young friend; your grandparents were those pawns. Grandmother or grandfather, gender didn't matter, but seven of the most morally intact human beings on earth were selected for a bit of a bet. The deal was, if Gabriel- ruling as 'God'- took everything from these people in some form or another, and they still remained as hopeful, moral and pious, the Devil would hand over seven lost souls from hell. If they failed, Gabriel's debt to Satan was seven souls promised to heaven. Now, when the seven were left with nothing- either through being drafted into war, or finding their country absorbed into communism, or becoming fatally ill, not a single one remained as pure as they had initially been. The punishments were too harsh, and they could not shoulder the burdens. All seven failed, and so, seven souls were promised to hell by heaven: their grandchildren.

Follow sweet children, I'll show thee the way, through all the pain and the sorrows.

Two generations later, it's the year of the i-pad and the eco friendly car, and you have just turned eighteen. Ironically (this was actually organized by heaven on purpose) you and the other seven all share the same birthday- 12/21/1994. Your life seems huge, but it's really small; you go to school, you go home. Maybe you work in the summer, maybe you just got a car, but above all: you've just graduated from childhood. Your parents can't legally tell you what to do anymore, where to go, or why- you're free! The one problem with this is the fact that you're not free. You never were. The moment your soul was formed in heaven, you were signed off to hell by Gabriel. Now, children are pure no matter what and can't go to hell. This was one of the issues- why you've lasted so long. That, and you've needed these eighteen years for conditioning- plus, Satan certainly doesn't want a bunch of twelve year olds (or eighty year olds) serving the purpose he has in store for you. In order for you to be right for death, you need to have had a life. Even a short one works. So, now, you've just turned eighteen the day earlier and... bam. You die. It's a freak accident, of course. You fall down the stairs, or you fall suddenly ill, or your car is mowed over by an out of control truck. It doesn't take long, and that's it, you're done. There are no angels. There is no white light or fiery gate. Your life-switch is just flicked off, you experience death, and your time among the living is terminated.

Weep not, poor children. For life is this way: murdering beauty and passions.

Not totally, though, don't worry my good friend! This is just the end of life- your pre-work retirement years, we'll call them, because the next thing in store for you is bootcamp. You are sucked- literally sucked, like a bug through a vacuum- into hell. This is where the fun really begins, standing here in the icy Pantheon of hell, looking up at the three-faced Satan leering back down at you. You're with the other six now, and none of you have EVER seen eachother in your entire lives. You've just died and you know it- feel it- and now you're in a place so otherworldly that your mind is near breaking.

So.

Welcome to hell.

Come, little children. The time's come to play, here in my garden of shadow.

As time goes on, you are briefed on what the state of affairs is. You are one of seven young adults predestined to go to hell. You haven't done anything particularly wrong out of the ordinary, don't fret, so you're not going to burn. You just happen to be 'in service'. And don't worry! There is a retirement. But, you have to work for it. Work, you ask? Well, as Satan briefs you: you and your fellow six will each be assigned to a ring of hell, and a 'creed' to wear. This creed is both your salvation and your doom; with the label of one of the seven deadly sins perched on your shoulder, the threat of failing to fill your quota of souls damned will be to fall into the sin ascribed you until you can compose yourself enough to drag yourself out of that morally bankrupt and physically uncomfortable soul. There are perks to the job, though. Powers. You're not sure what you're going to do with yourself, what you're going to make of this, but you do know that the only way out is to go with it. Oh, one more thing: you discover that through an accidentally formed loophole in the bet, you can't die. That is to say, you can be torn apart and burnt, even consumed- but you will always resurrect in your assigned ring.

Maybe hell isn't so bad.

My gallery · by **eden .** » Fri Mar 30, 2012 6:50 pm

Rules

1. Tess' rules, of course. If you've never heard of those in our life, look at them here

2. If in fact you didn't read Tess' rules without knowing them (or did, in which case good for you. you're a nice person. XD), there are some things I need to clarify, which are usually RP-specific anyway. Neither of us mods care much about how much you swear as long as it's appropriate. So don't swear every other word. That just goes beyond annoying to ridiculous, not to mention we'll probably be banned. * out vowels or the entire word, however to wish. Similarly, while neither of us are bothered much by racier or gory scenes, this site is (and with good reason!). Therefore, don't get into much detail or this thread will be lost FOREVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

3. AlbertWesker and Second_Choey are both co-writers and mods. Therefore, whatever either of us say goes. If you do anything that either of us think is inappropriate or otherwise annoy us in general, we'll kick you off. No warning.

4. This RP is strictly literate. Therefore, we're asking 1 paragraph as a minimum with around 7-10 lines. The usual we expect is more like 2 paragraphs. Of course, good grammar, spelling, and descriptions are a must. If you don't meet both of our standards, you will be kicked off.

5. Please post at least once every 3 days. AlbertWesker and I are quite understanding when life decides to dump stuff on you. Happens to us all the time. If you know you'll be gone or more than 3 days, please PM either of us. Otherwise, you will be kicked off.

6. If you're reading these rules, put "Purgatorio" as one of your character's favorite books.

7. Make it clear when you're in OOC!

8. Both of us could care less how "pretty" you make your posts, but seriously, make them legible. It's not a requirement, however, to make things "pretty".

9. 1 character per RPer maximum. There is no need for gender balancing. Be whatever you want.

10. Neither of us have qualms about characters that are gay or bi or straight (we've both come across RPs that restrict this). Play what you please. Be aware however: there will be little to no romance in this RP.

11. No arguing OOC. We don't want religious, political, or any sort of arguments or debates here. This is an RP for amusement purposes only. If either of us spot you sparking a debate, we will kick you off.

12. Sorry but no reservations. No exceptions. We know that many RPs don't do this, but our reasoning is that if you reserve, we have no idea what your writing is like but you've claimed a spot anyway. We're being very strict with writing quality in this RP, and we don't want to give away a spot to someone that might not reach our standards. Therefore, we've initiated first come first serve. We'll fill up any spaces with people with excellent forms. Because of this rule, you can and may jockey for the same spot even if you see someone else has a form for it. As long as it's marked free at the front and has not been accepted by both of us, we will consider all the forms for a Creed before making a final choice.

13. Read the intro, or we'll deny your form. If you listen to me, you'll see why. Be...thorough to say the least.

14. No more than 5 pages without either AlbertWesker or Second_Choey online. It'll be doubtful that neither of us will be online at any given time, but in any case don't go too far without us, especially when we supply a lot of contextual stuff.

15. The rules are subject to change. We'll keep you posted.

**AlbertWesker and Second_Choey will be controlling Satan and Gabriel respectively. If your character ever comes in contact with them, do not act as if they are a simple NPC and speak for them. Instead, one of us will come in and control these characters. This is for the sake of plot and equality. Otherwise, they will be untouched, and both of us will be RPing our regular characters as usual**

My gallery · by **Nicolae** » Fri Mar 30, 2012 6:50 pm

Setting:

As you may have noticed, this rp takes place in- you guessed it- hell. Now, hell here is not just a burning pit. It's actually closely and accurately modeled to the hell depicted in Dante's Inferno. There are nine circles- Limbo, Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Anger, Heresy, Violence and Fraud. Each of the Seven is assigned to a circle- their assignment is not just to oversee those inside it, but to try to tempt more of the living into it. You may have noticed that there are nine circles and seven people. Well, Fraud is the domain of Satan- his throne. Throne is a bit of a gracious word, since Satan can never leave, and hasn't been comfortable there since the beginning of time. The first circle, Limbo, is one of no real sin. One cannot tempt others into Limbo.

As for the temptations...While this is a dirty job, and most people aren't going to enjoy it, it's one that needs to be done- and once your character has, over the millennia, filled their quota they will be granted a retirement in Eden. There's no way out for your character, either. They can refuse to do the job, but they'll still live in Hell in that case- and will never reach heaven. After undergoing briefing, orientation and training, you and your fellow Sevens will be sent up onto Earth to infiltrate society and encourage your creed. Your influences must doom a certain number of people to secure the termination of your deal- and get you out of Hell.

Your character isn't going to be a superstar, either; in fact, because of their natures as 'newbies', all the Sevens will have for a while is themselves and their 'host' (a sort of guide for them through Hell, which ironically and very befittingly is a large Hellhound). There are other reasons for your rejection, though... the Sins have been represented and carried out before. There were another Seven, who worked closely in conjunction with the Three Shades of Hell and the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse; the previous Seven have gained a lot of traction in Hell, a lot of admiration for their malevolent deeds... for instance. You know World War I? World War II? Both were caused by representations of Greed, Wrath and Pride. The assassination of John F. Kennedy? Who put the assassin up to it, do you think? The Witch Trials, McCarthyism, Jim Crow, Piracy, Crusade, these were all encouraged by the Sins; the crown jewel, for them, is the Trojan War, in which the Sins of Greed, Wrath, Lust and Envy all took part-- and the later fall of Rome, victim of Sloth and Glut.

More or less you have a lot of expectations to surmount and even more to work up to. Better get started, Newbie.

Jargon:
The Seven- the group of souls given up by Heaven to serve Hell.
Sevens- an inaccurate way to reference the initial seven sins, which were never members of the Kingdom of Heaven.
The Creedwearers- a way of saying 'the Seven'
Creed- The two traits each person represents. They are a deadly sin and its corresponding virtue- such as Wrath and Patience, Lust and Chastity, or Glut and Temperance.
Nines, Niners- the damned, those who have sinned enough to gain them a place in one of the nine rings of hell.
Hounds, Warg, Wargr- hellhounds. They're not actually canine, but a sort of huge mammalian reptile. The majority of them are descendants of Cerberus or his brothers, Orthrus and Garmr.

More added as it appears.

Please note! Your character doesn't necessarily need to emulate the creed they represent in their personality. All the creed means is that their punishment is specific to it, their power is specific to it, and their purpose is also specific to it. That's all.

Your first post must:
Begin with the start of your day, lead into your death (please don't be too gory, I don't mind it but the forums do) and your experience of dying. You will then be encouraged by a post describing your sudden reawakening and journey through the Nine Rings, whereupon your rp experience will begin. We're gonna have fun, guys.

In order to create a character, please fill out the following form, after noting what slots are available in the post below:

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My gallery · by **eden .** » Fri Mar 30, 2012 6:51 pm

Our Illustrious Members
seriously, we've both got really high standards for this one. Congrats.
Character name//Gender//Age//Username//Form's Page
As of 4/2/2012, we are no longer accepting forms. There are no more open spots.

Wrath:
To shapeshift, Wrath must kill the target
before transforming into them. Their
animal form is the eagle.

1

Greed:
To shapeshift, Greed will steal the target's
face, leaving the target without any facial
features at all. Their animal form is the
hyena

5

Sloth:
To shapeshift, Sloth must mold with the
person, essentially taking control of their
body and mind for a time. Their animal
form is the bear.

4

Pride:
To shapeshift, Pride must have the target
within their sights before completely
mimicking them. Their animal form is
the lion.

1

Lust:
To shapeshift, Lust will transform into
whatever the target finds most desirable.
Their animal form is the tiger.

1

Envy:
To shapeshift, Envy will emulate the most
favored traits that society and culture has
modeled. Their animal form is the python.

1

Gluttony:
To shapeshift, Gluttony must consume
the target before transforming into
them. Their animal form is the wolf

6

**AlbertWesker and Second_Choey will be controlling Satan and Gabriel respectively. If your character ever comes in contact with them, do not act as if they are a simple NPC and speak for them. Instead, one of us will come in and control these characters. This is for the sake of plot and equality. Otherwise, they will be untouched, and both of us will be RPing our regular characters as usual**

My gallery · by **eden .** » Fri Mar 30, 2012 8:28 pm

The Essentials:

Full name: "Carmen Elizabeth Decker"
Age: "18"
Birthday: "I don't know, what's yours?" || 12/21/94
Gender: "A man. Don't I just reek of testosterone?" || Female
Nationality: Fourth generation Caucasian. She's pretty sure she's got some German, some Italian, some English actually...what else...
Creed (sin): Wrath

The Mentals:

Personality: Carmen might be the rudest person that you'll ever meet. While she knows her manners and will show them off when the situation is appropriate, such as entertaining her superiors, she usually acts as if she doesn't understand the phrase "thank you". She's capable of heavy sarcasm and scathing remarks, and she's not afraid to hold back. It's always a struggle to decide whether she's being honest or downright spiteful when she tells you you're ugly in that dress. Carmen is known for being blunt, and she sees it as a favor when she says you did something wrong or you shouldn't wear that again. Of course, other people won't take it that way.

While she's not exactly genius-level material, Carmen is well-read, and she got good grades in high school, and she took mostly honors and AP classes. Again, she wasn't much of a genius, but she did alright. Maybe if she stopped reading fiction books and moved on to more informative documents she could actually start sounding like a genius. But that's all behind her, now. Carmen does know random little gems of information when it comes to minor illnesses such as keeping under the blankets and drinking lots of liquids and getting plenty of vitamin C. She assumes that most people knows this information, but in her experience people have been impressed. Perhaps it was simply because she didn't seem much to tell that advice in the first place.

Favors don't come easily to Carmen. Maybe if you offered your lunch along with hers she'd pull through for you, but in general Carmen won't get up. Her laziness is frustrating, and that might also be another factor why she didn't seem as much a genius as she potentially might've. However, if it's a dire situation and it's clear that you really do need the help, Carmen will do you the favor. She knows when the problem is serious and when you're blowing it out of proportion.

Carmen has an odd charisma about her that baffles herself. According to logic, she should've been friendless and hated when she died, but in fact she had quite a few close friends that she enjoyed being around dearly. Make no mistake, she was just a jerk to them as she might be to anyone else, but she was still loyal to them. Often she thought to herself that she was being too harsh on them, and for odd spots she did more trivial favors than she would've like any other, better friend. Then she'd fall back into her old ways.

Carmen is more of an introvert. She dislikes going into large crowds because the sheer mass of people makes her nervous. While she does enjoy the company of people and did go out with her friends in a large group to shop or watch a movie, by the time she got home she was dead tired and feeling very lazy the next day. Interactions like this made her weary. All in all, Carmen would prefer to stay home alone and surf the Internet or read a book, something that her friends didn't quite understand save for a few. But when she doesn't feel like leaving her house, Carmen's not leaving her house.

As you might've guessed, Carmen is quite impatient and has a rather short fuse. She's not one to tolerate people who can't easily pick up her line of thought after one or two explanations, which is another reason why she hung around her friends. They were actually intelligent. As such, Carmen has little patience for idiocy. She tends to use her hands and wave them around to portray her thoughts, getting more dramatic the more into the conversation she gets. She was on the policy debate team in her high school, and she loves a good argument.

Though she might not outwardly show it, Carmen is quite loyal to her friends, giving them advice during their minor illnesses and offering some remedial math tutoring lessons every once in a while. She's usually the one organizing things because she distrusts letting anyone else in the group taking charge, finding that because she's so annoyingly thorough things usually get done. It takes forever, but the outings usually aren't so bad. She feels an odd responsibility for her friends, even though she's quite aware that they can take care of themselves. In fact, when push comes to shove, it would probably be Carmen that would need back up, as she's got no muscle on her at all.

She loves her independence. Carmen in her eighteen years had not ever had a boyfriend because she disliked the idea of having another person that she would be held responsibility with--besides her family, of course, but since she'd been living with them her entire life they almost didn't count anymore. Carmen dislikes doing things that she has to, not because she chose to. She'd love to live without responsibilities and being dependent on anyone, which is why turning eighteen and going to college was an exciting time for her. Carmen was ecstatic for the chance to live alone and control her own life.

While she might not have as many qualms throwing around her barbed tongue at people, killing is another thing. Sending people to Hell is another thing. Strangely enough, Carmen has quite a large conscious. She has no problem laughing at a stupid mistake of a friend's, but killing someone is another level entirely. Carmen cannot bear to think of what she might be causing for those in relation to this person. What of their families, their friends? Did they love someone?

Likes:
- White Chocolate
- Milk Chocolate
- Pesto
- Oreos
- J.K. Rowling
- Breaking Benjamin
- Wagner
- Brahms
- Sleep
- Quiet

Dislikes:
Carrots
- Onions
- Insects
- Dark Chocolate
- Stupidity
- Arrogance
- Ignorance (but not naivete)
- Provincial people
- Nickelback
- Chatter
- Large crowds

Phobias: While she doesn't have any official, medical phobias, Carmen dislikes larger crowds. She also doesn't like insects resembling centipedes and millipedes. She doesn't like spiders.

Favorite book|song|movie: Purgatorio, Harry Potter||Blow Me Away, Breaking Benjamin||Rango

The Physical:

Eye color/s: Both her eyes are a stormy gray color.
Hair color/s: Her hair is a natural warm chestnut color, but she switched the color to white a long time ago, and she likes it like that.
Height: 5'7'' even
Full physical description: Carmen is naturally tall on her own, but that's about the only stunning thing about her. She's got almost no form about her, and while her body blessed her with regal height it didn't deign to give her a shape. Still, it's not like she's a box. Her shoulders slope downwards and are quite narrow, and her torso is short. Most of her height is made up by her long legs which aren't stick thin but can't be called fat, exactly. It might be because she was being stretched out for most of her youth, but Carmen is quite skinny without every exercising. In fact, she's quite bony, and has almost no muscle on her. You might say that she looks almost malnourished, but her friends and family could tell you that she could easily eat a whole cow if she wanted to. Her arms are slightly disproportionate to her torso. They're slightly longer than they should be, but it's nothing freakish or exceptionally noticeable. Her hands and feet are rather petite, and her pale complexion looks quite a few tones darker next to her whiter hair.

Clothing style:Jeans. T-shit. Jacket. Basically, a nicer casual outfit. She'll rarely wear anything ripped, torn, or worn. She'll always wear some sort of layer unless it's burning hot, in which case she'll wear pants with plenty of pockets. She could never stand hand-bags. For one thing, they always slipped off her shoulders. For another, they were much less safer than putting a wallet in your pocket. You're much more inclined to notice of a thief reaches into your butt pocket.

The Memoir:

History: Carmen has lived a rather normal life. She had both of her parents and she had one baby sister born into the family when she was ten, so their age difference was quite pronounced. Carmen moved around about two times, living in three different states in the US in response to job opportunities for her dad and later for her mom. First they lived in Seattle, Washington, moved down to San Francisco, then made a large leap to the mainland, where they settled in Cleveland, Ohio. It was a large shock for Carmen, especially in the winter. She had only seen perhaps an inch of snow at most in her first home in Seattle, and she had moved from there when she was 6. By the time she had arrived to Cleveland she was 11.

Because her adolescent years were completely fulfilled in Cleveland, Carmen says that it's the town that she mostly grew up in. She feels that from 13 on is the time when teens are finding themselves, like the Mid-Life Crisis. She grew up as a loud and vitriolic student at an all-girl's private school (which may also have contributed to the lack of boyfriend, which Carmen never felt a specific need for). She did well and was at the better half of her class, as were her closest friends. All in all, she was quite satisfied with her life. She had nothing much to complain about, and while sometimes she did blow up over nothing like most teenagers did, Carmen didn't whine very much. Her parents stayed together and she went to a good school. Her family was in a stable middle-class rank. Carmen had a baby sister (which tended to be one of her complaints now and again).

Carmen applied to dozens of colleges at her dad's encouragement. His logic was that the more she applied to, the more she would get back, and it made sense to her. Out of the colleges she was accepted to, she chose her favorite and began packing the next day out of excitement, even though the year was only half over. She had many plans for college, planning on a double major of biomedical engineering and perhaps a writing course. And a minor in history. There were so many things she wanted to do. And living alone would be an experience. Of course, she would still call her mom to ask how the laundry machine worked, but it would be her own place--with a roommate of course. Upon graduating high school, Carmen couldn't have been more gleeful in her life.

My gallery · by **Nicolae** » Sat Mar 31, 2012 2:49 am

[withdrawn <3]

My gallery · by **eden .** » Sat Mar 31, 2012 4:17 am

This rp is now open! Feel free to post your forms ^^))

My gallery · by **Airmid** » Sat Mar 31, 2012 8:41 am

((I'm here!!! 8D <33))
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The Essentials:

Full name: "My name is Cain Hamilton"

Age: "I am Eighteen years of age"

Birthday: "I was born on the Twenty-First of December, Nineteen Ninety Four"

Gender: "Male, but I thought that much was fairly obvious"

Nationality: "Born and bread in the Valley's...Wales for those of you who don't know what that means"

Creed (sin): "Just look at me, I know you want to be me...I am the most Prideful person out there"

The Mentals:

Personality: Because of where he was brought up, Cain is probably the snobbiest 18-year-old you will ever have the 'pleasure' of coming across. According to him; all the women want him and all the guys want to be him. Cain used to believe that one day he would be the most wanted person in the world. The reasons for such a feat are debatable. If he was not going to be good enough for the celebrity life-style well, the world-wide authorities would've been his target. Cain has no qualms in stealing, murdering and all other manner of atrocities to get noticed. He doesn't mind that much if he isn't the centre of attention all the time, everyone just needs to remember that no matter what, they are just underlings to Cain. Something disgusting that should be the remnants on the bottom of his shoe. To him, you are nothing.

Cain was educated from a young age. By some of the best professors and scholars out there. But of course, Cain wasn't one to be told, more like he told them. In fact he told them to get lost. Even someone as thick-skulled as Cain knew that you wouldn't get anywhere in life without basic knowledge. So he read up, managed to teach himself anything and everything up to GCSE level before quitting. Education was all well and good for those who needed it, but not Cain. Cain was 'perfect' the way he was, or is. Sometimes he forgets which tense to use. Cain tries to use this small amount of information whenever possible, just to make himself look better. The 18-year-old found that if you cross your arms, say something with big words and look down your nose at the idiots in the room, most other people seemed to think you were a genius.

However like most teenage boys his age, Cain loved to go out and cause trouble with the few friends he had. All of them enjoyed just staying out until late was early. Again, like with most boys his age, Cain had mastered the ability to manipulate shop-keepers, gaining them access to 'things' others would only dream of having. However, 'things' like those, always seem to heighten the teenagers prideful nature. His comrades seemed to sense this and use it to their advantage. More often than not, the police would find Cain doing something incredibly stupid and life-threatening, why ? Because he was dared to. Cain couldn't let his friends think he was a sissy now could he ?!

At first glance Cain seems like the most arrogant, selfish, lazy and manipulative guy out there. Which is probably accurate, however if you are able to gain his trust, friendship and, even harder, his admiration, he will treat you as an equal. Okay that was a lie, but you'll be thought of almost as highly as he thinks of himself.

Doctors would describe him as a psychopath; Manipulative, Snobbish and Un-feeling...Cain would describe them as idiots.

Likes: Drinking
Fighting
Being the centre of attention
Suits
Chocolate (All kinds, actually mainly M&M's)
Napping

Dislikes: Mushrooms
Tomato's
Loud people
Police
...
Idiots

Phobias: Cain has genuine Coulrophobia (Fear of Clowns) that has been diagnosed by countless doctors and psychiatrists. If he ever came into power, which he should, Cain would take them all and behead them. In front of him so he could laugh...then run away.

Favorite book|song|movie: All of the Harry Potter's J.K Rowling will become his own personal writer, one day. Purgatorio, Every single episode of The Mighty Boosh, funnily enough Nevermind the Buzzcocks too. (Noel Fielding is one of the few comedians to make him cry with laughter) And movie s are for those too stupid to read a book.

The Physical:

Eye color/s: Both are a desirable Blue, flecked with the occasional white speck.

Hair color/s: A shiny Blonde, however his roots are a little darker.

Height: 6ft 6"

Full physical description: Years of sitting on his butt and watching television has poisoned Cain's mind into thinking the most desirable thing is to be physically perfect. Everyday without fail, he spent half his childhood in the gym relentlessly working out, until he managed to maintain; what he describes 'The Body of an Adonis'. His muscles bulge out from underneath his clothes to the point it looks a little unhealthy. But Cain couldn't care less. This is what everyone wants to have, and he has it. When it comes to piercings and such; Cain couldn't think of anything more revolting. Who would want to mar a perfect body ?! However, that being said, he does have one tattoo that he had done at the age of seventeen. One one of his pecks is the silhouette of a lion, mouth agape as it roars out its' heart to the world. Cain's still not sure why he suddenly decided to get such a thing, but somehow it feels right.

Another fortunate trait of his, is his defined and very visible jaw-line that most girls fawn over, thus adding to his own self-pride. Apparently his grandmother had a well defined jaw-line, something he managed to inherit. His blonde hair is thick, and easily holds any shape however Cain prefers to try and keep it as natural as possible. It usually sticks up a little at the top and sweeps to the side in a natural parting. Sapphire eyes are always cold, calculating and un-blinking as he stares down potential prey. Some men and women become intimidating by his un-wavering gaze, while other seem to swoon over it. Cain doesn't care much for the latter. The only girl he'd love would have to be better-looking than he, and Cain couldn't have that now could he ?

Given that his ancestors had lived and loved in Wales since well- Since it was established; Cain has been 'blessed' with very pale, very fair skin. In the sun he burns easily, and in summer itself he comes up with undesirable freckles. These make him furious, often meaning he refuses to go outside and be seen looking so ugly.

Clothing style: Suits, suits and more suits. They always make you look better than those around you. Which is what he is. Better...much better. Except for when he's in the gym, working out; he's either shirtless with cheap tracksuit bottoms, or sporting his dad's old basketball shirt, along with the tracksuit bottoms.

The Memoir:

History: Cain was brought up believing that he was royalty by his parents. As their family is one of the oldest in the Commonwleth, they were always given special treatments by governments. All governments. It seemed like they owned a house in every country there was ! Well to Cain anyway. But when you're a small boy, a party-popper can seem like the most genius invention created by man. But according to his parents, Cain was it. He received everything he ever wanted in life...and then some. Plus a little bit more, because he was a good boy. Rude, arrogant and disrespectful to his parents; Cain was creating the un-likeable character he is today.

He wasn't that bad per say, until his first true friend. The boys' name was Milo. They both met out of sheer coincidence. Cain had been walking alone through the gardens in his main estate in Wales. Around the maze, through the barbed wire and into the messy vegetable field that was the families main food source, and also the smaller house that was the servants quarters. It was late, and everyone assumed he'd gone to bed...but Cain had always known the rules didn't apply to him of course. Frequently he would disobey rules because it didn't matter to him. Happily, he'd been wandering through the potato section of the acres of land, steadily watching as the mus began to slather itself all over his pristine shoes. Cain didn't care though. He'd just get a brand new pair. It wasn't until there was a bare patch of land in this otherwise potato paradise did Cain look up in confusion. Just a random meter squared of space with absolutely not potato or anything in it. It was confusing. Looking around the young boy tried to spot the reason for this. And there it was.

Frozen, eyes locking together the two boys stared each-other down. One wearing a suit worth hundreds, maybe thousands of pounds...while the other wore some kind of pillow case as a shirt with rags for bottoms. They couldn't have been more opposite if they tried. Eventually, the boy lost his nerve and sprinted away. Sack of potato's trailing behind him. Cain was shocked, he'd just ignored him ?! What a horrible boy ! The next night he would find him, and confront him for sure.

And so he did. They found each-other the same way as the night before. Cain wandering, pretending to be ignorant of the boy's presence, while the boy loaded up on the precious potato's. It went that way for a while, both watching each-other carefully for anything, but nothing every came up. Until one night, when Cain's curiosity got the better of him. "Why have you been taking my potao's?!" He finally asked, to the young boy's shock. It was his turn to explain, that his family were poor, his mother sick and his father disfigured from a freak accident. Surprisingly enough, Cain took pity on the boy and allowed himself to make a friend. The worst possible friend. But that was what they did, for a year at least. Cain snuck out from the confines of his room, made his way over to the potato fields, before rationing the amount of potato's Milo was allowed to take. Same old routine, day in and day out.

But of course, like all good stories there happened to be an unexpected, un-forseen twist. His parents...Well mother to be exact. For a while she'd suspected him of something of this nature, but she didn't know to what extent. So one day, the cold woman forced him to 'Stay up late' for some evening classes. Cain protested but protesting didn't seem like an option. Meaning he'd have to bail on Milo for that night. However, Milo would happen across someone else that night. Big men with guns. Guns and dogs. Scared and alone, Milo had been brought into the house to stand before it's owners for trial. His crime ? Stealing valuable food of course. Without a jury, he and his family were sentenced to be deported. And by deported, they meant death; but Cain was so distraught by his friends situation, they felt it was the most prudent thing to do. Milo wasn't quite so tolerant. The young boy believed that Cain had ratted him and his family out. Gaining their trust after years before telling his parents. Insults along with fists were thrown, before they had to pull Cain off Milo before he beat his 'friend' senseless.

It was after that, Cain let his parents, teachers ad everyone else around him, tell him that he was so much better than anyone else. Numb with grief over the loss of his only friend, Cain let them. Before long, he lost himself in their deceitful lies and praise.

My gallery · by **-Starchild.Keith-** » Sat Mar 31, 2012 9:35 am

((This sounds very interesting and well thought out! :] ))
((I edited the nationality. Sorry about that!

The Essentials:

Full name:
Derek Edward Ashan
Age:
18
Birthday:
12/21/1994
Gender:
Male
Nationality:
He's causasion, but way back along his bloodlines there is some German, Swiss, and Native American
Creed (sin):
Envy

The Mentals:

Personality:
Derek is a bit self-concious at times, worrying about what others will think of him. This is mainly because while in school, he was teased a lot for his hair color, his preferences, and the way he acted. Thus, his true personality of a crazy, unique guy lies buried beneath all the years of teasing from others, leaving him a more reserved boy.

He will care for anyone before himself without a second thought and will never abandon his friends, even if they abandon him. He has a few good friends and a lot of people that he talks with, but no true friends because no one truly accepts him for how he is.

On the surface, he appears to be a sweet, loving boy that doesn't exactly seem like the party-hard type. He loves to be with friends and will talk with anyone, but you won't find him up on the stage for karaoke or in the middle of the mosh pit. He would love to be there, but he instead remains on the outskirts of everything, normally left alone by everyone. He is very envious of those with many friends.

Deep down, Derek really wants to find a friend, or maybe even a group, that would truly accept him for how he is and let him be the wild, crazy, spunky boy that he wants to be. If he had his way, he would wear bright clothes, dye his hair blue, and never shut up. But due to society's affect of toning him down, he remains a loner.
Likes:
+Music
+Reading
+Drawing
+Stargazing
+Having fun, mainly bowling or skating
Dislikes:
-Rude/annoying people
-Bright lights
-Cramped places
-Pain and suffering
-Lectures
Phobias:
Being totally abandoned, clowns
Favorite book|song|movie:
Books- Purgatorio, The Death Gate Cycle
Movies- Avatar (the one by James Cameron), Star Wars
Song- Hologram, Period, Rewrite (All opening themes to the anime Fullmetal Alchemist), anything by Nickelback

The Physical:

Eye color/s:
His eyes are a mixture of blue, green and gray and tend to shift between the 3, sometimes 2 at a time
Hair color/s:
White/silver (natural)
Height:
Around 5'5"
Full physical description:
Derek isn't the tallest guy you'll ever meet, nor the buffest, standing at 5'5" and coming in at around 140 or so pounds. He has some muscle, but it's not really that defined. Honestly, he is just really skinny. He has shaggy white hair and his eyes shift between green, blue and gray, sometimes becoming a mixture of 2 or all 3 of them. He has a scar from his left temple to his right collar bone, standing out against his slightly tanned skin. He has a tattoo of a wolf's paw on his upper right arm.
Clothing style:
On an average day, he will be wearing a light t-shirt, skinny jeans, blue converse, a leather choker (basically a black leather dog collar) and a blue leather wristband. Sometimes he wears hats, but not that often.

The Memoir:

History:
Born in the midwest as the oldest of 3 kids, Derek lived a regular life. He lived in a house in the suburbs of a city, and his house was backed up against the woods. His mother, Trisha, and his father, Edward, raised the 3 children lovingly. Derek was the oldest, then there was his brother, Sean, that was a year younger, then their baby sister, Elicia, 5 years younger than Derek. They all were great friends and watched out for each other.

Most every day, the 3 siblings would head out into the woods after school and explore, or go out to their tree house to do their homework. Well, when Derek reached the age of 14, he fell very ill and almost died from pneumonia. After his release, his lungs have always been bad, causing him to pass out after too much physical exertion, or even to cough up blood.

3 years later, his mother was in a horrible car accident that killed her, leaving her husband to raise the kids. Derek was devastated, more than anyone else, and he mourned for a long time. His mother was the only person that he had ever met that truly understood him.

My gallery · by **Nicolae** » Sat Mar 31, 2012 9:41 am

Accepted both Derek as Envy and Cain as Pride, Choey will be required to accept you both as well before you are officially part of the RP.))

Also note that at this point, while no gender balance is required, female characters are becoming more favorable than males due to a 3-1 gender ratio))

*edit- for the profile of Derek, my one real issue is that a solid, current Nationality rather than ethnic group is required. 'White' is not a Nationality as far as I am aware of.))