Factions

[Eryx]

Factions.

Groups of people with special abilities.

Often times these groups clash against one another. Such is the case in this world known as Gaelnea. The streets are filled with normal humans, with families, jobs, cars, etc.. Their lives are carried out just as our own would be. Children go to school, parents go to work, and governments control everything they can get their hands on with the power of politics.

But what they don't suspect are 'superior' races that lurk among and around them.

Underground organizations flood the crowded alleyways and outskirts of towns, fighting for control over the humans world they watch... Among them are 5 Factions: Bloods, 'Angels', 'Demons', Linkers, and Masters.

Bloods

Basically, Vampires.

’Angels'

Humans born with a strange disease that gives them wings that appear at will and pointed ears. They also have the use of light magic. Some of them have banded into a sub-faction, calling themselves exorcists and using their magic to turn demons back to humans.

'Demons'

Humans affected by a chemical only found in a secret underground passage guarded by the already-infected 'demons'. Their traits range from monster-like to animal-like to human, and their powers vary just as much. However, they each have an extreme weak point that makes them turn human when hit with light magic. The amount of magic it takes to defeat and change a demon back into a human depends on the demon’s strength, and exposure to chemicals.

Masters

Basically, these are humans with increased physical abilities-- up to 3. Strength, Intelligence, whatever. It doesn't matter.

Linkers

Elementals. >_> That's it. Humans with connections to the planet's energy and elements.

EDIT: You can have two elements, though one will be a secondary one that's less powerful than their main one. The only person allowed to have two equally powerful elements is the First-In-Command.

The following are the Elements allowed: Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Lightning, and Metal.

[Eryx]

RANKS:

Blood rankings:

First-in-command: Kyoko NightStar (Death's_Soul)

Second in command: Demetrious Nalla (Elka_313)

High-up officers:
1.Leilah (Eryx)
2.
3.
4.

Other Bloods:


Angel rankings:
[Non-exorcist]
First-in-command:Devya (Eryx)

Second in command: Raziel (Squeegee)

High-up officers:
1.
2.
3.
4.

Other Angel:

[Exorcist]

First-in-command: Eden Moore (Infected_Mushroom)

Second in command: Achira (Eryx)

High-up officers:
1.
2.
3.
4.

Other exorcists:




Demon rankings:
First-in-command: Faizel (Eryx)

Second in command:Malic Core (Elka_313) GOD he's sexy...

High-up officers:
1. Bade (EvilLordSaki)
2. Damian (Dart) (Death's_Soul)
3.
4.

Other Demon: Valdenia Razen (IcklePickle)


Master rankings:
First-in-command:

Second in command:

High-up officers:
1. Galya (Eryx)
2.
3.
4.

Other Master:


Linker rankings:
First-in-command:Kyra (Infected_Mushroom)

Second in command:Candi Kallaga (Elka_313)

High-up officers:
1. Nagari (Eryx)
2.
3.
4.

Other Linker:


Humans: Talk to me about it first. PM, or get me on a messenger.

[Eryx]

PROFILE SETUP

Name:
Age:
Race: (If an Angel, specify whether or not you’re an exorcist.)
Gender:
Rank:
Appearance:
Personality:
Bio:
EXTRA:
-- Fears:
-- Likes:
-- Dislikes:
-- Sexual Orientation:
-- Anything else you’d like to add: (Weapons and Powers go here, no more than 5 total.)

[Eryx]

Name: Faizel
Age: 678
Race: Demon
Gender: Male
Rank: First-in command

Appearance: Deep purple hair falls to about his waist, often in a ponytail. Light, icy blue eyes peek out from bangs that mostly cover his eyes. Darkly tanned and lithe form was covered by a long t-shirt with fishnet sleeves, and baggy black pants with red-stitching around several pockets, chains covering from edge to edge of each pocket.

Around his neck are several necklaces, each one representing one of his many, many personalities. His hands are covered in rings and leather fingerless gloves, with finger-armor on each ring finger. He wears Egyptian-style make-up, what looks like thick eyeliner that curls to the side. Silted pupils in his eyes, fangs, and claws represent his snake-like mutation. Pointed ears are pierced several times over. He can normally be found with sunglasses on.

Personality: Multiple personalities give him a very maniacal appearance. He is normally straight-forward, but can be shy if he’s… in a mood. Other than that, he’s extremely unpredictable.

Bio: … He doesn’t talk about it.
EXTRA:
-- Fears: Bright, bright light.
-- Likes: Peppermints, snakes, sharp and pointy things, urban photography, shiny things, loud music, parties.
-- Dislikes: Birds, spicy food, small children, elderly humans, silence.
-- Sexual Orientation: Bi.
-- Anything else you’d like to add: Likes Art museums, hates cucumbers, has a strict moral code. He fights with poisoned needles, and uses a lot of brute force combined with tactics.

[Elka_313]

((omg.....like ur colors hate my eyes Eryx....it burns us...I would join now but its like....3 in the morning...*cries* i have no life!))

[Eryx]

((omg.....like ur colors hate my eyes Eryx....it burns us...I would join now but its like....3 in the morning...*cries* i have no life!))

Thanks, El. I have an update...

RULES TIME.

1. Keep the OOC to a minimum... Well, try at least.. xD;

2. Be literate. I WILL ask you to leave if you cannot post up to par. You don't have to be perfect, and the posts don't have to be long, but they do have to have decent grammar.

3. This is what I believe to be one of the most important rules. The godmoding and rudeness rule... You will not get a warning, and you will not be threatened. You will not be ignored, and you will not be tolerated. You will be gone, your character instantly killed off by some random event.

4. No flaming, alright? Any personal conflicts will be kept PERSONAL. Got it?

5. OOC comments are to be kept in brackets, or labeled OOC.

6. Romance is very much allowed.

7. Put your weapons in the extras section, no more than 5.

8. ... >_> Complaints or questions are to be brought to me in PM or OOC comments, okay? If you're unsure of something, feel free ask about it.

[Squeegee]

||This sounds pretty awesome. Mind if I join?||

[Eryx]

(Anyone may join at this point! You're welcome to. :3)

[Eryx]

Name: Achira
Age: 19
Race: Exorcist Angel
Gender: Female
Rank: Exorcist Second-in-command
Appearance: Light, pale green hair falls past her shoulders, usually kept up in some way. Brown eyes are usually exposed, as her bangs are brushed to the side. Her normal colored skin is usually covered in any clothes she finds comfortable.
Personality: Achira doesn’t like to fight at all, and only uses her magic in self-defense or to ‘save’ Demons. She is normally pretty sweet and innocent, but is easily angered, and is not afraid to smack you if you annoy her.
Bio: The girl was born to high-ranking Angelic parents. Her mother was sickly, though, and spent most of her time in their house on the outskirts of town. As a result of this, Achira spent a lot of time caring for her. Often, her father would talk ill of the demons that made their homes beneath the cities, but her mother always told her that the demons weren’t all bad. They were just like everyone else… but with darkness flowing through them. She told Achira to learn magic from her father, and use it to turn the demons back to humans.

“Normal people… All my friends… They have their birthdays, and spend them happily… I’ve spent each one since I was seven in this graveyard, talking to you, mother… It’s been ten years today since you died… Father has stopped coming… He says it hurts too much to come, but I know that… you’ll get lonely if I don’t come. I miss you, mother… But, I’m doing well. My grades were good up to the end. I graduated in the top ten of my class last week. I figured you’d be proud.

“Oh, I thought I should tell you before I left. I’m leaving… to join the Exorcists. I’ll do what you always wanted… and I’ll use my light to turn them back But, I wonder, what would I do if they didn’t want me to…? I guess I’ll only turn the ones who want to go back to humans… But don’t worry, I’ll stay safe, and I’ll still come back every chance I get.

“Ah—I have to go, mother… My ride is here. Wish me luck, and a happy birthday… I love you. Goodbye.”
EXTRA:
-- Fears: Extreme Darkness, Death.
-- Likes: Quiet and lighted places, making others happy, sweet foods.
-- Dislikes: Bitter foods, upsetting others, being yelled at.
-- Sexual Orientation: Bisexual.
-- Anything else you’d like to add: Her light magic is developed well, and tends to be the only thing she uses defensively. She has heightened senses, and basically has super-speed.

[Elka_313]

((today for me is make characters day! soooo i will finally make mine for this...>.>))

[Eryx]

(You better, El. xD I'll come down there and get you if you don't.)

[EvilLordSaki]

Name: Bade
Age: 237
Race: Demon
Gender: Male
Rank: High-up Officer

Appearance: A tall, lean frame was adorned with mostly dark clothing; a long gray tank covering his torso, with some pastel undershirt which was fit differently, and shown beneath the dim cloth. Both forearms were bandaged, from knuckle to elbow for some strange reason, a tattoo of several Chinese characters ran down his left shoulder. A pair of slim black pants were belted at his waist, distinctive signs of wear on them; footwear was equally shoddy.

Pale blue hair fell just pass his neck, and over his eyes, the wispy locks always appearing perfectly maintained. Eyes, heavily outlined with liner that spiked down in a vertical line under each eye, were of orange hue and glowed behind their curtain of blue bangs; complexion was painted a creamy tan. A grin would expose a set of dagger-like teeth; a piercing on the right of his bottom lip draped a small chain that attached to one of many piercings on his pointed ears. He can normally be found with a pair of headphones on.

Here's Bade (I drew it, dammit!) (http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb50/EvilLordSaki/bade.jpg)

Personality: Extremely passive, not much gets to him, although he does enjoy the anger and frustration of others. He loves to provoke, and can be somewhat of a wise-ass if he’s actually annoyed. He often smiles for no particular reason, although his eyes never seem to gain any emotion, so it becomes difficult to figure out what he’s thinking.

Bio: The story changes every time he’s asked, so discovering what’s truth and what’s not is nearly impossible. But he usually tells people that he’s the Boogieman’s cousin twice-removed and he’s supposed to go to a family reunion soon.

EXTRA:
-- Fears: Peanut butter sticking to the roof of his mouth.
-- Likes: Fried food, metal/grunge/techno music, pastries, videogames, kiwi.
-- Dislikes: Modern art, Orange juice, Mr. Clean.
-- Sexual Orientation: Doesn’t know, doesn’t care.
-- Anything else you’d like to add: A pair of punch daggers are his weapon of choice, giving him an edge in close-range combat.

[Death's_Soul]

Name: Kyoko NightStaar
Age: Looks About 26
Race: Blood
Gender: Female
Rank: First In Command Please?
Appearance:
Kyoko has long sweeping blue hair. It reached her hips and shines in the light. It glimmers and sparkles like snow, her hair the color of frozen blood, but for long black streaks through it. Her face tells her stories. It holds the sorrow of loss and pain, but the strength of a proud French woman. Her skin is pale like the skin of a frozen body. Her lips the color of frozen blue berries, having a crooked smile with pouty lips, and her cheeks where flushed as if they'd been in the cold for a long while. Her teeth where pearly white and had four dainty front fangs, marking her as a Blood. Her voice was stern and withdrawn from the world. Of all of her cold beautiful features, the coldest was her eyes. Her gray/blue piercing eyes scared even the most trained warrior. They are the cloudy gray as the sky when it was heavy with snow. Around that cloudy gray is a soft kind blue iris and around that one is a yellow glow.

Kyoko wears black clothes more often than not. She likes tight leather things, with deep V-Necks and sparkling out look. She often wears flat heeled leather boots, but when not, she goes bare footed. Her small toes are painted a flaming red to match her temper and finger nails. Around one ankle is an anklet made from pure gold and opal. Around her waist is a silver belt with opals set in it. It hangs very loosely and is actually on her hips.
Picture:
http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t53/fuzzylilhippiechick/887.jpg
Personality:
Normally Kyoko is hot tempered and laid back. Insults, unless from a loved one, don't bother her. She can be twisted and vampric like her nature is. She can be overly protective of loved one's and what she cares for. She is very stubborn and once she says she's going to do something, she's going to do it. Overly sassy and hard to get Kyoko is very hard to understand and often changes her words just to annoy people. Sometimes she even goes into 'Black Moods' and nothing can get her out of it.
Bio:
Not much is known about the young woman. Often if you listen to her sleep it is known that she was beaten often by someone she loved and even then refused to hate them. If asked she scoff in their face and look at them, her face amused, and the look often made them change the subject.
EXTRA:
-- Fears: Dogs, swimming, and slugs.
-- Likes: Metal, Gothic Setting, Cats, Gothics, Emo, and Parties.
-- Dislikes: Dogs, Swimming, and Pet Names.
-- Sexual Orientation: Straight but She Might Bend.
-- Anything else you’d like to add: She Often Uses Guns as Her Weapon of Choise or Throwing Knives. Her Powers are often Dark and unsightly, but she loves them.

[Squeegee]

Name: Raziel
Age: 23
Race: Non-Exorcist Angel
Gender: Male
Rank: Second In-Command
Appearance:
Alright. How do I start this? From the head down? Alright then.

Let's begin with his hair. It's straight and black with white stripes randomly spaced throughout and falls down to a little below his ears when it's wet. His eyes? They're brown. And the rest of his face is... well... pretty boring. Pretty normal.

And pretty pale. Plus, he stands at about five-ten and weighs around 115, so the term 'scrawny pale guy' defines him quite nicely.

On a normal day, one can find Raziel wearing a loose-fitting white dress shirt and a pair of baggy black pants. Held up with a belt 'a course. (That also usually tends to be black. It's plain, easy, and doesn't take away from the exceedingly worn-out look his clothing tends to provide.) Raziel's feet are dawned with a pair of blue running shoes (surprisingly, he doesn't run. But the shoes are comfortable, anyway.), and in his pocket is a navy-colored bandana that he sometimes puts around his forehead.
Personality:
Raziel pretty much just likes to have a good time. Upon first encounter, he's a little shy, and more than a bit skiddish, but over time, he'll become more and more talkative, a little sarcastic, and... well... that's about it. If it's at all possible, he'll try to diffuse the seriousness of almost any situation by cracking a joke or two, and if it's not, he'll tend to get overly nervous.

He's quick to trust others and can become very loyal when the time comes. In other words, he's a people pleaser of the highest order. And if someone doesn't like him, he tends to take it a little harder than most (his feelings are easily hurt).

And did I mention he's not one for common sense?
Bio:
Ever since he was little, Raziel had a gift for being... well... different. Growing up on a farm meant that he had no peers, so he spent most of his young life playing with his imaginary friends Mort, the world-famous schizophrenic horror author, and Tim, the police officer with hair that tasted of cotton candy. When those two weren't getting him to go off on some crazy adventure, Raz played fetch with his saint bernard, Buster, who was quickly renamed Cujo after he contracted rabies.

Cujo was soon shot repeatedly, then buried five feet from the highway next to their pet rabit, Oreo, who had aslo contracted rabies and thus, had also been shot repeatedly.

At the age of seven, he adopted his currnet hairstyle and at the age of eight, he had earned the nickname of Zebra. He hated it, but everyone else (mainly his family) thought it was cute, so... he was pretty much stuck.

Not much else happened after that. He graduated high school, job hopped for a while (his favorite one was being a zebra decoy when he went on vacation for a year), and finally settled down in a small appartement on the outskirts of the city with his pet cat, Stephen.

As of now, Stephen has not yet contracted rabies.
Extra?
-=(_() Fears;; Spiders, elevators, bugs in general, overly crowded places, snakes on planes...
-=(_() Likes;; Music, movies, twinkies, romantic comedies, cleaning products, being right, and practical jokes.
-=(_() Dislikes;; Blood, planes, extreme heat/humidity, germs, and most horror movies.
-=(_() Sexual Orientation;; Straight, but people have cause to wonder.
-=(_() Anything else;; In all honestly, Raziel doesn't like fighting all that much, but when he does get called to duty, he ends up using that weird-looking diamond-bladed dagger he found in his basement. His magic skills are a little underdeveloped (he doesn't really see a need for them), but he does have a firm grip on direction (you know. East, west, north, south).

[Death's_Soul]

(*Cracks up* Poor Doggy! POOR BUNNY! *clungs to rabbit corpse and crys* You and Lord Saki are FUNNY!)

[Eryx]

(*Cracks up* Poor Doggy! POOR BUNNY! *clungs to rabbit corpse and crys* You and Lord Saki are FUNNY!)


(Wow... I guess it's just strange for me to see someone call him Lord Saki... XDDDD Makes him seem really important... An' powerful. Oh, if only you knew, Death. xDDDD)

[Eryx]

Name: Devya
Age: 17
Race: Angel, Non-exorcist
Gender: Male
Ranking: First-In-Command
Appearance: Tanned skin was graced with white fabrics, the garbs the boy was told to wear. Really, he was only told to wear white… And so, that’s what he wore; a loose white jacket, the sleeves pulled back to show off golden bracelets, his otherwise bare upper-body wrapped in bandages, though he bore no wounds to cover. Mid-length silver hair was often pulled back into a messy ponytail, though his bangs still liked to half-cover his vibrantly pink eyes.

Personality: Devya was never one to keep things happy and bouncy. He was sarcastic and easily annoyed, though he didn’t like to complain much. His emotions were easy to sway on the surface, but it was hard to get to know the real him. There were few people that could make him smile just by entering the room, and no one ever got close enough for him to even say he loved them.

Friends, he thought, were things you should try not to have. If you had friends, they would be taken away eventually, and you would be hurt. And so, he closed off most of his emotions.

Bio: “So much for leading a normal life.”

These words had left Devya’s mouth so often that everyone just got used to it. His parents tried to get him to have a normal, happy life… Really, they tried… But, with looks like his, it just didn’t work. When he was 10, they pulled him from schooling and had him privately tutored by an Angel. The human children had just teased him too much for him to deal with… And so, he would hit them. Unacceptable.

This tutor of his became a close friend after long, and soon, he was learning to hone in on his surplus of Light magic skills. He learned how to manipulate the pure light energy, and before long, he was being trained by higher members of the Angel’s ranks. When he could do the magic better than his teachers, he asked to be trained by someone stronger. Soon, his mentor was the First-in-command.

For about two years, Devya lived with Raphael, the First-In-Command of the Angel’s ranks. A bond between them grew, and Devya became like a son to the Angel. Each day their training and schooling would commence, and every night they’d attempt at cooking, only to fail miserably. The two of them were happy living by themselves, even though the constant demand of Raphael’s work would cut in to their training. But, they were content.

Often, Raphael’s advisor, Noelle, would come in and freak out at the messes they’d made of the place. Clothes would be on the floor, dirty dishes piling up in their kitchen. He would tear at his hair from the stress Raphael put him through, and Devya only made it worse by teasing him about it. Devya loved his life… And he cherished what he had.

But, all good things must come to an end.

On his 17th birthday, it was reported that the Angel he called ‘Master’ was killed. A new First-in-command was needed, and the before his death, the man had appointed who it was to be.

“Never forget what your master taught you, Devya… He was strong, and left you a seat of power highest in the rankings. He cared for you... And trusted you with a great responsibility. Never let that get away from you, or you’ll be lost,” Noelle told him.

“Yeah, yeah… Thanks, old man, for dumping off the load of headless chickens onto my shoulders,” Devya answered dryly. From then on, he acted as if the death hadn’t impacted his life, but everyone knew that as long as no one shone a light in his life, he would never smile like he meant it again.

EXTRA:
-- Fears: Failing his late master, losing those who manage to be close to him.
-- Likes: Ferrets, candies, shiny objects, sunny days.
-- Dislikes: Spicy food, being alone for too long, loud parties.
-- Sexual Orientation: Straight
-- Anything else you’d like to add: His light magic is his secondary weapon, believe it or not. His weapon-of-choice is a set of what look like brass knuckles, but with a long, thin blade in between each knuckle. These ‘claws’ are made with a metal made by Linkers, which is fused with an elemental power. Before the differences between the races, Raphael had received them as a gift from a friend, and passed them down to Devya. The blades are fused with the element of lightening, which allows him to absorb small lightening-based attacks. On top of that, they give him the power of speed.

[Death's_Soul]

(Wow... I guess it's just strange for me to see someone call him Lord Saki... XDDDD Makes him seem really important... An' powerful. Oh, if only you knew, Death. xDDDD)

(Is that so? Can I know? *evil little grin*)

[Elka_313]

just read my sig

[Death's_Soul]

(Poor baby...) T-T

[Elka_313]

((aw posting this will make me go over 1 of my favorite number in my number of post so far....WAAA!))

Name: Candi Kallaga
Age: 24
Race: Linker
Gender: Male
Rank: Second in command of linkers
Appearance: http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u149/Thee_Flame_prince/-anime-guy.jpg
Personality: Candi is level headed, calm, collected, and leans on the morbid side. Being directly connected to the planet he feels its pain, and its sorrow. He hates pointless war; thus hating his job title, for he takes a great part of it.
Bio: Candi didn’t discover his powers until later in life when he accidentally killed his little brother. It appeared to be a freak death by nature, but later he realized it was him.
EXTRA:
-- Fears: Death, hurting people on accident, and brand name shoes.
-- Likes: Small animals, nature, and sweet foods
-- Dislikes: Green veggies, meat, and
-- Sexual Orientation: Bi
-- Anything else you’d like to add: I will fill out later…>.> its 12 in the morning.

[Squeegee]

OoC;;
Exceedingly belated I feel loved. XDD And yeah, making histories has never been my strong point.
So they tend to be really weird and nonsensical. XD

[Death's_Soul]

(*laughs insanely* Well it was FUNNY! And you are loved! *clings to*)
(God I hate begging but...Please join this...We need so literate guys and girls here! I am begging as I al clinging to Gee. *clings tighter* Join! I comand you! o.0)
http://www.dollwizard.com/forums/showthread.php?t=15296

[Squeegee]

OoC;;
Look, ma! Stalkers! xD
And I would join if I wasn't already in like... five different rps. (Not all on this site, obviously.) XD --Gives you a cookie instead--

[Death's_Soul]

(I"m in like....Twentym nine....Oop this one too like thirty odd role plays. All active. Like....I'm in a frenzy here. Join for Elka...She needs some one to be paired with....Poor elka *pets*)
(OOOOHHHH! *gasp in wonder* COOKIE! *snatches and piggles cookie down* MORE! *stomps around like the three year old she is*)

[Squeegee]

OoC;; I might.
I dunno. XD --Goes off to look at it again--

[Death's_Soul]

(*stomps louder* GIVE ME A COOKIE BROTHER BIMBO!)

[Eryx]

(Alright, guys. I'm back from the dead, thank god. I hope the internet connection stays up... Well, anyway, we can get this started. Remember that our characters don't have to interact only with others of their race. Most of them can walk around freely amongst humans, not having any problems since their appearance is pretty normal. However, Demons have a bit more of a challenge keeping themselves hidden, most of the time. However, even though Faizel has pointed ears, he doesn't care, and will walk around town anyway.... So. Let's get started, shall we?)

[Elka_313]

(( OMG GO WATCH THIS....YAY! yay? your'e a foolish mortal with no hope of servival. YAy! you'll be one of the fist to die when the dark lord Zork finally returns to and releases his wrath upon civilization! YAY! Your screams will echo into infinity as the shadow fest on your soul! YAY! YAY! YAY!))

[Eryx]

(... What... the hell.)

[Squeegee]

OoC;;
OHMYGOD I LOVE THAT THING! XDDDDD

[Death's_Soul]

(o.0)
(I am just going to nod my head and act like I understand. *Shakes head*)

[Elka_313]

(( I will be gone for 4 days starting tomorrow because I was dumb and got myself grounded.......>.> I can only blame myself for what I did.....which is really like more what I didn't do....Sorry.....I will do my best to sneak on to post, but I'm not promising anything......))

[Squeegee]

OoC;;
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TnmMQpbQp08&mode=related&search=
Watch that. xD

And that really sucks. o.O Get un-grounded sooon!

[Elka_313]

(( i will try my best....my moms a softy but my step dad is another story....))

[Death's_Soul]

(*Chuckles then face goes blank* When are we starting?)

[Squeegee]

OoC;;
Nevhar!!

But seriously, I have no idea. xD I think I might have eaten our fearless leader. --Shifty eyes--

[Death's_Soul]

(*pats belly* I ate everyone else.....*looks around widly when she hears cops* Let's roll! *rolls away because she's so fat with bodies*)

[Squeegee]

OoC;;
... --Dies-- Wow.
--Sees the cops coming and zooms away on her motorcycle--They'll never take me alive!!

[Death's_Soul]

(Yar har har and a bottle of blood! *covers mouth and gasps* I didn;t say that...)

[Squeegee]

OoC;;
Meep. o.o;;
Anyway. I'm not gunna be on for... probably the rest of the weekend. My family's gunna go blow things up at my cousin's lakehouse. xD
See y'all when I get back, ya?

Muaha. Page pwn.

[Eryx]

(OMG. Guys, I'm so sorry. XD My net went down... badly.... So, I haven't been able to do the first post. BUT. Working on it RIGHT NOW. =D;;;;; )

[Eryx]

Neon lights and restaurants, dances, pubs, and cars-- the perfect night environment for the right people. Partygoers, bar hoppers, and people who just wanted a night on the town to make new memories, or to forget old ones—the city had something for everyone. Everyone and anyone, of all ethnicity and race…. However, when one thought of the word ‘race’, very few would think of species.

Faizel walked the streets of the city, the demon openly showing off his ears. When someone would ask, he’d say it was a secret, and if they persisted, he said they were caps since he liked the pointed ear look. He never took off his glasses, so no one questioned the slit pupils, hair dye could explain the purple hair, and his claws? Nothing more than merely long, strong fingernails.

He was concealed perfectly, he thought, and it was something he had to have in his environment. Especially in his current one. The floors vibrated from the loud, heavy bass beat of the dance club’s music. The demon’s body moved like waves in the crowd he danced in, guys and girls alike surrounding him and dancing with him. He was in a mood fit for the music, the kind that let him be fun, but not hyper; happy, but not excited.

After the song he had been dancing to was finished, he moved out of the crowd to sit at the bar, ordered a drink, and relaxed as he watched the large amounts of people around him. It was social areas like this that always caught his attention. He was a people watcher, and a good one at that.

_ _ _ _


Another area of town—on the outskirts of the city, to be exact, was where Devya, 17-year-old commander of Angels was sitting. Another high-up officer who’d known Raphael was giving him a lecture on how to run the faction he was now in charge of. This day marked the end of his first week in office. He didn’t want to be where he was, and tended to blow off many of his duties, but they couldn’t force him to do what they wanted, could they?

It hadn’t been his choice to take up this responsibility… He hadn’t wanted to take care of all the insecure little minions of the Angel faction. But, it was all on his shoulders now, wasn’t it? This was something he didn’t want to do. However, his master willed it, and he couldn’t back down…

Once the person in front of him was done, he waved his hand and sighed. “Yeah, yeah… I get it already, now let me go,” He said as he got up and walked out of the room, ignoring the protests of his instructor at that time. He walked down the halls to the stairs, going up instead of down, and kneeling down at the edge of the roof. Hot pink orbs found the scenery around him and focused on it.

“Meh… This job… This life… It all sucks.”

[Infected_Mushroom]

Name: Eden Moore
Age: 25
Race: Angel, exorcist
Gender: Female
Rank: Exorcist First-in-Command
Appearance: Edens got long light blue hair that reaches to about her knees and is usually kept down unles working or at a dance. She has pale skin but not albino, with light purple eyes to go with in. She usually wears torn up jeans and a black tank top/ belly shirt to go with it.

She has a bit of a waky look with the jewlry, wearing almost anythig she can find which usually consists of lime green beads, or bright pink, or matalic yellow with the same kind of eye shadow, usually consisting on those three colors, green being the base and the pink next up then yellow leaving a little bit of each to be seen while her bottom eye lit has black liquid eye liner.
Eden (http://photobucket.com/mediadetail/?media=http%3A%2F%2Fi131.photobucket.com%2Falbums% 2Fp300%2F_jolinar_%2Fanime%2Fa39d0ba4.jpg&searchTerm=Anime%20dancer&pageOffset=5)
Personality: Eden loves to be the center of attention, altough she doesn't look for it. She enjoys making other people smile, and can be a bit of a tease. She doesn't look for a fight but if one comes up shes all in for it, she doesn't know when to say no to a fight even if she knows she'll loose buts all about the way you go out she says. Eden has a bit of an anger problem and is not afraid to let some of her powers out on you.
Bio: She doesn't like to talk about it.
EXTRA:
-- Fears: Death
-- Likes: Dancing, clubs, concerts
-- Dislikes: Dogs,
-- Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
-- Anything else you’d like to add: Her light magic is very well developed, but she doesn't normaly use it unless she is forced to. She has quite a few hidden weapons along her body and pently back at her house hidden around.

[Infected_Mushroom]

Eden stood on the out skirts of the dance floor her arms raised in the air, eyes closed with her hair up in a poney tail. Her butt seeming to play tag with anyone she could find to grind on. God how she loved to dance, it was her only time to feel free, her only time to feel like she didn't have a duty, didn't have anything to worrie about, anything to fight.

She opened her eyes, the deep beat of the techno music pounding in her chest as she watched all the colors of the walls, of the people around her. Her breathing was heavy as she walked off the dance floor to the bar resting her butt on the hard seat. She looked that the other people sitting there, not many but one caught her eye, a man with purple hair, and blue eyes, almost completly oppisit of her self but what caught her off guard the most was his ears. Pointed.

[Death's_Soul]

(*laughs still* He fears peanut butter sticking to the roof of his mouth...He doesn't LIKE MISTER CLEAN! LMAO!)

Let me just say one thing, party pooper. Kyoko sat at a table near the dance floor refusing any man that wishes to dance with her. She was not a dancer. She was not a singer. Though she could do both with equal grace. She scowled down at her glass of Red French Wine. (RFW) She took a small sip and pulled her long hair back. Her long lithe fingers danced across the table. She walked people move, thinking of the blood that was flowing through their veins right then.

She chuckled at the idea, which ended up her chuckling into her glass as she took a drink. "Oui." She snickered and watched the DJ mess around. They had no taste in music.

[Squeegee]

No way. No way. No. Way. No way was he going to get sucked out on the dance floor to get trampled by those people. No way was he going to get stepped on by a bunch of idiots he didn't know. No way was he going to get eaten alive by the sea of people that were laughing and dancing and having a good time. Out there was hell, out there was chaos. Once you were out there, you were stuck. You couldn't move. You couldn't get back out. You. Were. Stuck.

And Raziel wanted no part of it.

He spun around on the bar stool, spun around again, spun around agian, spun around again, got asked to stop, and ordered a drink. Whiskey. Whiskey was the answer to everything at this point.
Just drink and calm down. Forget that these people are insane and that you're overly affraid of crowds, dirt, and this club in general.

His vibrently colored running shoes just barely reached the floor, the dressy sleeves of his white shirt rested on the counter. His pants? Well... they were just black. With pockets. Raz took a drink, and even though it haden't really gotten the chance to do its thing, yet, he already felt one hundred percent better.
Drinking had never been his thing, but if it meant that he could sit here and stay out of the crowd, he would do it. After all. No one would bother a drunk. Not even if he had pointy ears and what had so recently been described as a 'cute-ass zebra hairstyle' by the 'tender that had given him his alcohol.

[EvilLordSaki]

The far side of the bar harbored another strange looking figure; this one’s ears pointed as well. He was hunched over the table top, forehead rested on top of his folded arms. He’d been like that for at least a half hour …was he dead? No wait, he stirred, raising his head up to peer over his bandaged wrists.

“Glue, too, shoe, clue, zoo, do, moo, flu, cue…” he mumbled to himself, barely aware of his own voice in his drunken stupor. Orange eyes gazed from behind his sheepdog-like hair at the empty glass in front of him. “More vodka please.” he called to the waiter as he rhymed to himself. “Keys, bees, trees, fees, fleas…” Downing the alcohol once his glass had been refilled.

“Well…” he grinned to himself, glancing down the bar as he continued to pick at the left over curly fries he’d ordered, which were cold by now. A pair of headphones were slung around his neck, their almost inaudible tune rebelling against the club’s music; though it was the only noise Bade could hear above his own thoughts. Let’s hope things get interesting….

[Eryx]

Oh, how lovely~ There were so many interesting people for the Demon commander to watch. He spun the stool around, going all the way around once to grab the White Russian that had been put at the bar in front of him. When he came around, he glanced over at the girl staring at his ears and winked, though it wouldn't be very visible in their lighting with the sunglasses on.

Taking a sip of the murky liquid, he made a somewhat purring noise and tilted his head to the side. "Hey," He called out to her, though she was only a couple of empty seats down.

As if it were some sort of power, which is wasn't, his voice seemed to only affect her. It was one of those moments where you can automatically tell the person is talking to you and only you, and that no one else even heard them.

His eyes also seemed to know. They seemed to know exactly who she was. Not that the thick Egyptian-style eyeliner he wore didn't intensify the icy eye color and make him look even more intimidating as he took off his sunglasses enough to show the slitted pupils in his eyes.

One of those destiny things?

But then, just as that feeling came into the air, it disappeared as he turned his head away from her. He looked to the girl sitting alone, the one with the wine. His eyes were fixated on her for a moment, as if spotting her out for a reason. The same reason he'd looked at the first girl.

Then he turned his head and did the same to the boy at the bar with his whiskey, abusing the spinning seat. However, his eyes sparked with a bit when he saw the last one, at the end of the bar. He immediately stood up when his mind registered who that one was.

He no longer wore the happy, smiling, flirtatious face that looked so natural. Now, he seemed a bit sadistic as he walked elegantly over to the half-passed out subordinate.

A clawed finger rested on his shoulder, voice as icy as his eyes. "... Dear Bade... The night is still young, and here you are drunk off your ass at the bar. You could be dancing, you know. You do know that, right?" He purred, claw going slightly up his neck, barely tickling the skin on his neck.

Even a drunken officer, especially one such as Bade, would know not to react stubbornly to that voice and touch. After all, Faizel was just a tad bit more experienced than he was... He was only about 400 years ahead of him.

That wasn't much at all.

[Squeegee]

OoC;;
QUICK QUESTION! I know I'm gunna sound like a noob asking this but do we take turns or just post whenever we feel like it?
I wouldn't normally ask, but I've seen it happen both ways.

[Death's_Soul]

Name: Damian or Dart
Age: 246
Race: Demon
Gender: MALE
Rank: High Up Off.
Appearance:
http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s24/death_is_sweet_2007/Anime/catdemon92.jpg
Dart has easily showing black cat ears on his head. They blend very well with his virgin black hair. His eyes are cat like and golden. He is built for fighting and doing nemble things. He often wears black pants and no shirt.
(That was such a half ass dep. I'm sorry. I just can't think right now...)
Personality:
Dart normally seems like a half drunken man. He wobbles, he stumbles, he even giggles. But he actually is very smart, skilled, and swift. He is also twisted and one hundred percent evil. He uses his, as he calls it, "Jake Sparrow" act to cover what he reall is, so that people won't know how he really is. Underesamate him.
Bio:
Damian was a normal detective, until he became this. He refuses to talk about his back round. He knows Kyoko very well actually, being past lovers, she had been using him for information about the demons and he hates her for that. He is not known much about but is close friends will all his demon 'pals'.
EXTRA:
-- Fears: Kyoko
-- Likes: Killing, Jack Sparrow, Pirates, and (I have to do this) MR. Clean.
-- Dislikes: Vampires
-- Sexual Orientation: Gay now after being hurt by Kyoko.
-- Anything else you’d like to add: He has no magical abilites what so ever. But he is very gifted in swords and tortureing people.

[Eryx]

OoC;;
QUICK QUESTION! I know I'm gunna sound like a noob asking this but do we take turns or just post whenever we feel like it?
I wouldn't normally ask, but I've seen it happen both ways.

(You can post whenever, just DO NOT leave anyone too far behind. >_> No constant posting between two or three people without permission.)

[Squeegee]

OoC;;
Ah. Thank you so much! xD
(And I'll be sure to post as soon as I get home. 0.0;; )

[Death's_Soul]

Kyoko let out a breath and move up to the bar. Brushing her blue and black hair from her shoulder she asked for more Red Wine. Which made the world go round. She glanced at two men hanging on each other and smirked into her cup as she got another.

She glanced around memoriesing every person's face, every scent. Some where not human, that was for sure. She chuckled again, easily amusing herself with her thoughts. She looked at the bar tender and they started to talk softly. He also was a Blood and Kyoko was glad to finally talk to somone who was scared she'd punish them. He knew not of her rank. She laughed softly, a rich velvet sound. She easily wealsed a drink 'on the house' out of him and kept talking though watching the inhuman's through the conrer of her eyes.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Dart swagged into the bar and inhaled, smelling the scent of beer, sweat, and worse. He LOVED it. He stumbled inside and glanced about his eyes flicked over Bade and his Commander. Ooohhh! Yummy! He stumbled up to the two gushing his gayness. "Allo Bade!" He collasped into a seat next to him. He happily helped himself to Bade's drink. "Ack. Vodka sucks....Isn't strong enough!" He broke into drunken laughter and looked at his Commander.

"Hello there Sir! Looking mighty nice today." He comment looking him up and down. He laughed and slapped the bar. The bar tender rushed from Kyoko's side to Dart. "Rum puhles." He giggled and took the drink touching the man's hand more than needed. He snuggled up against Bade and said, "Hold me!" He joked and inhaled his scent. Drunk. Yuck.

[EvilLordSaki]

The club’s music had abruptly switched as he realized someone had ventured over to the far side of the bar to bug him. Rather slowly he’d noticed too, he hadn’t reacted to touch at all, but just from the voice he could tell. Faizel. But of course, what was he at the bar trying to avoid in the first place?

He brought his chin down to rest on his arms, eyes closed in a prolonged blink. Oh, he could just imagine the look on Faizel’s face, that creepy sadistic smile that never failed to make his skin crawl; with some deep distaste, or maybe not. It was more of a feeling than most everyone else could get out of him, nevertheless.

“Yes, I suppose I could be.” he answered flatly, deciding to keep his superior amused rather than suffer the wrath of another one of his ever so sporadic mood swings. At least for the time being.

A clawed hand reached again for his drink, which had vacated from the bar top while not under his watchful eye. “Dart…” he grumbled, finally picking up on the presence of the second demon. Although he paid no attention to his babbling, or rather, couldn’t even decipher what he was saying.

Orange orbs focused solely on the once again empty glass in front of him. He took a moment to ponder to himself… why is it, that no matter how hard you try, that last drop of liquid always manages to stay in the bottom of the glass? The world may never know…

[Elka_313]

Name: Malic Core
Age: 313
Race: Demon
Gender: Male
Rank: Second in command of the demons
Appearance: http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m191/devil_chick08/_15.jpg

Personality: Malic dose not have much of a personality at all. Dealing with his bi-polar leader has left him high tolerance though. He leans to the crazy side as a side effect of being exposed to a large amount of chemicals at once. He dose not respect others and feels that humans should do what they do best…die. Malic dose not really feel anything; physically or mentally. Has his moments when he small children go by and they make him smile….small children in an ambulance. Though when fighting in any manner he becomes playful…not nice playful, but playful.
Bio: (I don’t really know what to do for a bio for this….>.>;;;))

EXTRA:

-- Fears: Being beaten by an exorcist, losing everything, feeling physical pain, bleeding to death.

-- Likes: Fighting, taunting, blood, giving pain, fish

-- Dislikes: Humans, Exorcist….pretty much anyone that’s not him, sweater shirts.

-- Sexual Orientation: Straight….well that’s what he tell everyone

-- Anything else you’d like to add: He is allergic to ignorance….Malic’s weapon is himself. He is in deep connection to his demonic abilities which include; aura reading, rapid healing, 6 sense, high frequency hearing, inhuman strength, killing hands, and dark magic.

Killing hands: It is a touch ability and it does not kill u. It dose saver damage to were ever he touched you though. It gets the name killing hands because most people don’t live though this attack, but if your strong enough…Well then you wont die.

Dark Magic: It’s a aura power and it’s purple to the eye when it’s on the physical plan. It can be manipulated in many ways, but it is his life force he’s playing around with so he has to be careful.

[IcklePickle]

Name: Valdenia Razen
Age: 26
Race: Demon
Gender: Female
Rank: none (freelance)
Appearance: http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j311/XxDarkDemonPrincessxX/anime/demon%20girls/demon_girl.jpg
Personality: Rash, sexy, playful and mischevious. Gets away with things by being sickeningly cute some times.
Bio: One day, while running from a couple of thugs, Valdenia found herself trapped in an alley with no way out, back before it had been shut of to humans. When she tried to get out, a dirty shard sliced her arm, giving her a large gash from her shoulder to her elbow. She got away, to say the least, but the gash became infected and that week she became a demon. Fourteen years later, she roams the streets untamed by anyone.
EXTRA: None that wasn't explained by the bio :D
-- Fears: Enclosed areas, angels
-- Likes: Kittens, bathing in a random persons blood, fighting, writing, wearing tight clothes.
-- Dislikes: Crying children, large crowds (except in clubs), doing hard work, but can do it.
-- Sexual Orientation: bi - hasn't really figured herself out.
-- Anything else you’d like to add: Her weapons are the bone spires that she can produce from her forearms and the horns on her extractable wings. Can fly and send fire shards at people who attact, but only in a ten yard radius.

[Eryx]

Name: Galya
Age: 17
Race: Master
Gender: Female
Ranking: High-up Officer
Appearance: http://i102.photobucket.com/albums/m119/SillyXoXJilly/Anime/Anime%20girls/14c19263.jpg

Personality: Kind in her own way, Galya is a real firecracker. She’ll hit you on the spot if you say or do anything she doesn’t like. She’s protective of her friends and sticks to her values.

Bio: She grew up pretty normally, with plenty of friends in her school. When the time came when she was scouted for the Masters’ army, she had to tell her friends that she was moving, and cut off most communication with them to train and grow strong.

EXTRA:
-- Fears: Nothing in particular, yet.
-- Likes: Attention, Daydreaming, Violence, Rock
-- Dislikes: Mary-Sues, snobs, heavy metal.
-- Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
-- Anything else you’d like to add: Master powers: Speed, Defense, and Strength. Weapons: Brass knuckles, throwing knives. She has a small black cat.

[Eryx]

Name: Nagari
Age: 19
Race: Linker
Gender: Male
Ranking: High-up Officer
Appearance: http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa71/anyelaaleyna/anime%20guy/anime55.jpg

Personality: … What words can be used to describe the personality of this young Linker? Insane? Well, yes. Childishly insane. He’s overly cute, and seems to have an aura around him nearly unreadable. His face will be shining with happiness, while his mind will be set on killing you.

Bio: He doesn’t remember… Everything from just before his 18th birthday was lost to him in a car accident. He knows his name, and what he does and doesn’t like, but can’t remember who gave him the name, or why he does or doesn’t like certain things.

EXTRA:
-- Fears: Snakes, Automatic Toilets
-- Likes: Soft things, smooth surfaces, warmth.
-- Dislikes: The cold, pain, getting sick.
-- Sexual Orientation: Doesn’t know yet. To him, it doesn’t really matter, so basically bisexual, even if he doesn’t quite know.
-- Anything else you’d like to add: Elements: Fire and Earth, Earth being dominant. As for weapons, he likes needles and sharp wires.

[Infected_Mushroom]

Name: Kyra (Key-ra)
Age: 22
Race: Linker
Gender: Female
Rank: First-in-command
Appearance: http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p257/Ezmerelda_Le_Fae/Anime%20Women%20and%20girls/Sammyooc.jpg
http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p257/Ezmerelda_Le_Fae/Anime%20Women%20and%20girls/Angelica.jpg
Personality: Kyra seems to be a strong person on the outside, she doesn’t like to tell people what depress her. She will only confront one person out of her whole life, and still she hasn’t found that person. So everything that has ever hurt her, ever angered her has been kept inside. Although she keeps things bottled up when she is with the people she considers her friends she forgets everything and just has a blast.

Kyra can be a ***** sometimes and makes comments she shouldn’t, like jokes about dead babies and what such. But she can be pretty fun, but when its time to get down to business she knows it and looses most of her personality except for a cold hearted *****. A lot call her bi-polar but she knows that she’s not, its just the way she is.
Bio: ((Will have to do later, I have to go..... Band))
EXTRA:
-- Fears: Death (but she would never admit it)
-- Likes: Being with others, children, funny stories, writing, and dancing
-- Dislikes: Being alone, people tapping her chairs, obnoxious people, snobs.
-- Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
-- Anything else you’d like to add: She doesn’t really own any weapons, but she carries around a small vile of liquid Metal, which she can take out and make anything she wants with it. Combined with her other power of Lightning she can strike you from across a room with out ever having to get up.

[Eryx]

Faizel clasped his hands together, seeming to go through another mood swing as he noted Dart's appearance. The compliment made him quite happy... And this was very noticable. "An-- Dart! Oh, it's nice to see you! I've been bad, and haven't been going..." He quieted down. "... I haven't been going back to headquarters like I should."

A smile, and then he brightened up again. "I bet everyone's looking for me everywhere! But, I don't wanna be found." He said, a pouting look coming to his face.

The demon Commander looked to his subordinates. "... You two," HE said, still in the happy voice, though it sounded like he was trying to be demanding. Which he failed at in this state, by the way. He pointed his hand up a bit, his finger curved down to point at Bade and Dart.

"As your commander... I say, dance with me!!" He ordered, gaining a few odd looks from the few sober people.

He leaned over Dart and put his arms around his neck, speaking into his ear softly with a bit of a pleading tone. "You will dance with me... won't you, Dart? I'd love it so much if you would..." He purred, his voice turning a bit more sadistically sexy at the end.

[Death's_Soul]

9WHY AM I ALWAYS ALONE?! I'm the only Blood....*breaks into tears*)

Dart leaned against Faizel heavily and giggled. "How can I refuse an order!" He wrapped his arm around Faizel's waist and swaggered on down towards the dance floor. He stopped and gasped dramticly. "Oh my!" He declaired and Jack Sparrow ran back to the bar. He snatched up his rum and kissed Bade on the cheek. "I'll be back for you darling." He gushed breathing rum stinking breath in his face.

He marched, very soldier like, back to his commander. "Forgot the rum." he said, wiggling his eye brows and nodding. "Mustn't ruin a good time...No fun without rum..." he gushed and wrapped his arm back around Faizel's waist. "Time to booby-Errr.....Boogy!" He said and started to walk again.

[Infected_Mushroom]

Eden watched them, all demons, all evil and vile, but they did nothing wrong, so there was no point to worrie, at least not yet. She looked over to a woman at the bar, a Blood, a higher-up rank and another angle, Raziel, a bit of a spaz but not too bad. She stood up from her spot and walked a little ways not the bar sitting next to Raziel.

She rested her arms on the bar leaning over a bit and looked at the top, knowing that there had to be a million germs all over everthing in here, including those peaunuts. "So, Raz... how have things been going? I havn't talked to you in a while."

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Kyra stood out side the club, flashing neon signs all around, this was the not-so-best part of town but this was the best club in the whole god damn town and she couldn't help it. She loved the music, the people, the sweat, the dancing. Besides, after being at "work" all day she needed a place to come a "relax". She leaned against the wall in on the side of the building in an allie. A cigarrette in her hand with a bright red tip. She blew out of her nose, dark smoke billowing out like a mad bull. Her black hair fell along her back, as her dark blue eyes scanned the out side world.

[IcklePickle]

Valdenia walked into a new club, stretching her glow-bracelet ridden arms above her under the neon lights. Tonight would be fun, even if she had to make it so.

She was wearing a black shirt that had no straps, seeming to come up from her belt and cover her chest. The skirt she was wearing was neon green with pink fish net stockings and heavy black platform boots, making her 5' 6" more like a 5' 10". Her long striking black hair flowed down her back and her tatoo on her arm that covered her jagged scar and the tatoos on her face glimmered with the body glitter she linched off some corpse.

Her violet eyes shimmered and she was ready for a good night.

[Eryx]

[You won't be for long, Death. xD; I have my last character to do, and, of course, she's a Blood! =3 I need my input in all 6 factions. xD]

Faizel made a purring noise, raching over and snatching up the bottle of Rum from Dart's hand and downing a few gulps before he gave it back to him.

"Oh, Dart, you're so fun when you're drowned in alcohol," He teased, yet complimented, as they made their way over to the dance floor.

This was the reason he found himself to be popular amongst many of the demons, yet why he was hated by others. He was a good leader, and could manipulate well, but his constant mood swings led many to believe he was inadequate. However, he was older than most of them, and he'd practically founded the Demon civilization, having been alive for so long, so he was a much better candidate than those who opposed him.

His attitude(s) also made him a good leader because most of the demons were comfortable with being around him, either because they knew he would listen, or they thought that his mood swings made him more amusing. Moreover, like this moment, he was just generally fun to be around, laid-back, and energetic.

[IcklePickle]

Valdenia moved out to the middle of the crowd, dancing and grinding with everyone on her way. She enjoyed the fever off of the random humans' skin. It made her grin broadly and by the time she reached to the center of the dance floor, she was entoxicated from the heat.

[Squeegee]

OoC;;
So sorry I haven't been around for a while. o.o; Busy.

BiC;;
"Eden!" Finally! Someone he could talk with without (hopefully) walking out into the swarm of people. Raziel took another drink from his alcohol and spun to face the person he was talking to. "I'm alright, I'm alright. Stephen's doing fine, and some weirdo said my hair was cute, so that's really all that matters." Could you tell the boy didn't have a life.

Hanging his feet on that little rim that seems to come with every bar stool in the known universe, Raz smiled and continued talking. "So, how's life on your end 'a the fence? You're not gunna ask me to dance, are you?" A nervous laugh as he downed a little more of his whiskey.

[Death's_Soul]

(YESH!)

Dart swaggered just a tad, tripping ove rhis feet and collasping but swiftl getting back up right. "I don't like that..." he slurred. "Makes me say things that don't match." (Translation: Makes me say things I don't mean to.)

He yipped happily as they where smashed into the dancing sweating mod. "Tish vill beh fun." He giggled and took another drink, spilling some down the front of his shirt.

[Elka_313]

Malic sat behind a large desk, a computer on the left of him, and a stereo system on the right. He was stewing in his own anger thinking about the leader of the demons. Leaning over he placed his elbows on top of the hard wood desk. Malic ran his fingers through his purple locks of hair feeling stressed. He was running the place all himself, not even the higher up officers had been there all day. “It’s been three days.” He growled his fangs bring over his bottom lip, and blue eye lighting up for a moment.

Taking a deep breath quickly he calmed down and collected himself. Standing briskly Malic walked out of his office grabbing his coat off the hanger on the way out. He had on once black scuffed, gray boots, graying black jeans, and two fish net shirts on; the one on the outer most layer was purple, and the holes were wide, but the one under it was black and had a much more fine fish net.

It was not hard to find his master….He knew where he like to hang out, and went straight to the clubs. The bouncer didn’t even check him, and didn’t make eye closet. Quickly he entered the club started to look around. It didn’t take long to spot them, being able to read auras and he scanned the room. Fear hit him in the chest, making his heart pound. There was an exorcist in the club.

Malic walked over to the group casually and grabbed his leaders shoulder, a look of disappointment in his eyes.

[Elka_313]

Candi was walking the streets alone wearing causally clothes; a whit Tee, a black leather jacket biker style and blue jeans. He had just left the club from watching it for several hours. Candi’s mission was to get information about the others, and he succeeded in that. He has a digital camera in his pocket with pictures of who entered and left. He smiled holding it in his pocket pulling it out looking up see his leader on the side walk further down in front of him.

[Death's_Soul]

(I'm sssssssoooooooo going to bed. I am poohed. Forgive me. Tomorrow my posts might be better but not longer....Sorry...)

[Elka_313]

Name: Demetrious Nalla (deme to his friends…demon to his victims)
Age: looks 18
Race: Blood
Gender: Male
Rank: Second in command

Appearance: http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g26/kc2693/guygrey2.jpg
http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p123/Kyuubi22/l_28dc7d0e5f98e8ff6da8e23406b19dc7.jpg
other pictures: http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m191/devil_chick08/1124.jpg
http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q154/sesshie4ever/anime_guy.jpg


Personality: Demetrious is insane. That is the perfect thing to call him. But just because he’s insane does not mean he’s uncontrollable. He knows how to control his self, and his want, but he is evil. It’s just Deme is not able to fit in with normal people; drinking a cup of coffee in a public place while he discusses with his self on how he killed someone the other day. Maybe taking notes on it and thinking it over how it could have been better. Then the waitress comes up as he says; “Next time kill the husband fist.” Yeah he finds NO problem with talking about things like that. Killing is a normal thing to him and he has no problem with it of remorse about it. He finds it quite enjoyable! ^_^

Bio: You don’t really want to know how he grew up. He was trained to be the way he was, being a blood at birth. The family image never set well in his mind, he just couldn’t under stand why he should take **** from his parents….So he came up with a plan to kill them…..and did.

EXTRA:
-- Fears: The sun (though it wont kill him), tea, someone drinking tea, onions, peanuts and the female…. Lower half.
-- Likes: Snakes, reptiles, kittens HE LOVES KITTENS!, babies…(eats them)
-- Dislikes: He dislikes a lot of things, but nothing really bothers him because he’s crazy.
-- Sexual Orientation: Gay
-- Anything else you’d like to add:
Weapons:
He keeps all of these knifes on him at all times…in his boot, in his sleeves so on but the smaller knives are in his jacket while bigger ones ate on his pants and stuff like that.
http://www.jayfisher.com/_borders/KnivesInProduction.jpg
http://www.azhartrading.com/admin/uploadimages/IA%2077A.jpg (this is his main blade)
And he has one gun…..----> http://www.davesguns.com/serverpics/FirearmsPage/SpringfieldXD40-01.jpg

[Death's_Soul]

(Too bad he's gay...Or I'd be on him like-Pardon me....*Walks away ashamed and sad*)
(I EAT BABIES TOO! *slaps a high five with Demon* ((Did you caught that? Demon? 0,o I'M A VICTIE RUN!)) I'm so cool....*shakes head disagreeing with herself without knowing* I have no idea what is wrong with me...XD)

[IcklePickle]

Valdenia was laughing without realizing it, dancing with a human boy she had entranced to dance rather dirty with her. She had a human girl to her back as well, making it a rather fun sandwich.

But her eyes darted to Malic, a demon known to all demons, had just entered the club.

One person she couldn't help but feel drawn to was him.

She took a deep breath and moved away from the girl and boy who lost all interest in her and started to dance with eachother. Valdenia headed away from the group, finding herself a dark corner that wasn't already populated and sit with a cool glass of anything to calm herself.

Valdenia couldn't help herself when Malic walked into the room, it was like she was attracted, but couldn't get her spell over him. He could sense her coming every time and run off or make her leave him alone.

From her seat though, she could see him, watching as he spoke to the leader, even though he really didn't have any control over her. Valdenia was a freelancer, meaning she bid to no one's will but her own. The center of demonic goverment was all smoke and mirrors anyway, so why be apart of it? She never really did fit in with that group anyway, none of them had the tolerance to listen to her talk or pay attention long enough for her to get tired and ignore them or make them fall madly and hopelessly in love with her, which got tiring as well.

She just wished he would notice her.
((Yeah, I forgot to put this in Valdenia's profile, but she has powers over the lust center of the heart :D))

[Eryx]

Just as the demon stepped into the crowd, laughing at Dart, he felt the presence of someone he didn't want to see yet. And yet, he was too damned hot to avoid. And so, he just paused, allowing Malic to grab his shoulder.

Faizel turned around, mood turning to adorable and sad. "M-Malic... No fair, no fair! I was only gone about a week... But, you're here to bring me back, aren't you? Not fair, not fair!" He whined, hands on Malic's chest as he looked up at him.

He pleaded with puppy eyes, though his pupils were slitted so it didn't really work as intended... But, he was still incredibly adorable. "Do I have to go....?"

[EvilLordSaki]

Bade wasn‘t doing anything too exciting, having not moved an inch from his perch at the bar. A suffocating smog of silence hovered over him, for it seemed that he’d passed out again. Yet, nothing about him was ever as it seemed. He’d been playing dead in order to avoid being pestered by the obnoxiously friendly pair.

And that was another thing, why did everyone insist on touching him. It wasn’t like being poked and prodded at was one of his favorite pastimes, god dammit he hated that. Physical contact was something humans longed for; a pitiful need for an equally pitiful race.

He attempted once more to down the last drop of his vodka, but sadly some blind force kept it just out of reach. Orange eyes flickered over the dance floor, but the vibrant lights along side with his drunken state took the edge off his vision; he couldn’t spot Dart or the commander.

Good.

Maybe now he could make his escape, and slip out of the club unnoticed. He was out to simply enjoy some drinks, and that was it, he was ready to crash. Shifting himself off of the barstool, he quickly found that his legs didn’t feel like supporting him. He clung to the bar for support like some stupid drunk, seating himself back on the stool, eyeing the exit.

[IcklePickle]

Bade wasn‘t doing anything too exciting, having not moved an inch from his perch at the bar. A suffocating smog of silence hovered over him, for it seemed that he’d passed out again. Yet, nothing about him was ever as it seemed. He’d been playing dead in order to avoid being pestered by the obnoxiously friendly pair.

And that was another thing, why did everyone insist on touching him. It wasn’t like being poked and prodded at was one of his favorite pastimes, god dammit he hated that. Physical contact was something humans longed for; a pitiful need for an equally pitiful race.

He attempted once more to down the last drop of his vodka, but sadly some blind force kept it just out of reach. Orange eyes flickered over the dance floor, but the vibrant lights along side with his drunken state took the edge off his vision; he couldn’t spot Dart or the commander.

Good.

Maybe now he could make his escape, and slip out of the club unnoticed. He was out to simply enjoy some drinks, and that was it, he was ready to crash. Shifting himself off of the barstool, he quickly found that his legs didn’t feel like supporting him. He clung to the bar for support like some stupid drunk, seating himself back on the stool, eyeing the exit.

((*waves* wanna rp? Valdenia could slip in somewhere :D))

[EvilLordSaki]

((Nyar, go for it! I'm just going insane cuz I have nothing to post xD))

[IcklePickle]

((Nyar, go for it! I'm just going insane cuz I have nothing to post xD))

((you're telling me, I've had no one to talk to for the past hour!))

Valdenia sat up, looking for someone she could slate her own lust with for now.

Her eyes eventually landed on the demon swaggering at the bar, and she smiled.

He's drunk.

Valdenia walked towards him, working her magic so that even before she reached him, he'd be putty in her hand. Hopefully he wasn't like Malic and would be easy to overtake.

[Eryx]

... I'm finally done with my characters. NO MORE. <3

Name: Leilah
Age: 22
Race: Blood
Gender: Female
Ranking: High-Up Officer
Appearance: http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u11/mary_liz_8/vampire%20anime/1135602164_tsdarkness.jpg

Personality: Very quiet and depressing, and a powerful aura. She’s very polite when she speaks, which isn’t unless asked a question, usually. She never smiles, and many people try to read her thoughts, though they never seem to be able….

Bio: She rarely talks, so no one knows…

EXTRA:
-- Fears: No one knows, though many believe she’s afraid of something, that being the reason why she doesn’t seem to like people.
-- Likes: Sweet things, the taste of blood, spicy food, trees and flowers, reading, the moon.
-- Dislikes: Loud noises, the sun.
-- Sexual Orientation: … Honestly, I don’t even know.
-- Anything else you’d like to add: She uses spells and incantations to attack, using ancient dark magic that very few know about.

[Elka_313]

Malic growled slightly, "Actually I am here to take you home." He pulled him closer to whisper in his ear, brushing his pale lips agents his ear. "It's not safe here." Malic stared at him with his bright blue eyes, which was the only thing viable in the dim setting of the club. He reached up quickly and grabbed on side of his head pulling him close, resting his forehead on the side of Faizel, "There is an exorcist in the room. I can feel them." His breath was warm and heavy as he spoke, he was completely serious and as the word exorcist fell off his tongue it seemed to tremble.

All the people around them was quite annyony, he could feel hands touching him all over; groping him to dance with. Closing his eyes he released his master and looked at the other higher ups around him. "You've done now better either." He growled feeling a hand wrapped around and touch his chest. He turned looking at a drunk human girl begging for attention. Malic ran his fingers across his face and up though his purple hair. He sighed and just stood there waiting.

[Eryx]

Faizel managed to blush a bit from Malic. He was the only one able to do that. And damn it all to hell, the commander couldn't tell the man no. He heard him speak of the Exorcist, and was reminded... of his fear.

Slitted pupils stared at him, then looked back at Dart. "... You can stay here if you want, Dart. Look out for Bade. I have to go back..." He had a sudden change of mood again. Now he was being serious, protective, and slightly professional. He grabbed Dart's shoulder. "There's is an extremely powerful exorcist here. I want you and Bade out of here soon, okay? Run if she attacks... That's an Order, Dart."

He then grabbed Malic's shoulder and pulled him out of the club and down the street a ways before he let him go and looked at him. He checked him over, seeming to turn a bit softer and more worried. "Malic... Are you alright? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have stayed where an Exorcist was knowing you'd be after me soon. I shouldn't stay near one at all." He touched his shoulder. "You're okay now, right?"

[Infected_Mushroom]

Eden watched the two comrades leave, ‘What are they up too?’ she wondered but tonight was not the night to fight, tonight was a time to party and have a good time, something she wished to do with everyone she knew. Her attention turned to Raziel “Wont you dance with me?” she asked in an almost pleading voice as she tugged on his sleeve “you’re drunk enough, please?”

-----------------

Kyra looked up to see Candi, she smiled sweetly dropping the cigarette on the ground and crushing it with her foot. Walking away she stepped up to him “So…. Have you got what you were looking for?” She seemed interested, and yet didn’t care, she wanted to go home and get in bed but for some reason she had drug her self out here to do something, and that something she didn’t really remember, but it didn’t matter, it wasn’t that important. Her black hair flew around her as a gust of wind whipped by. The club doors opened and out walked Malic and Faizel.

[Elka_313]

Malic gave a dirty look to Faizel, but forgave him somewhat. He let him lead him out threw the crowd, smacking hands away on the way out, thinking to his self, ‘Are all humans this needy?’ He grumbled at the though, and then shivers shoot down his spine, feeling the aura of the exorcist in the club. He was actually feeling something and he hated it. Malic rolled his shoulders trying to shake the feeling off, but to no avail, it didn’t go away until he was out of the club.

Walking away from the club, the feeling that ticked in the back of his head faded away and he returned to his usual state of mind. He turned to Faizel, a look of slight anger visible in his eyes. “Yes, I am fine now.” Malic ran his fingers threw his thick purple hair, brushing his cheek on the way up to his hair. “YEah you shouldn’t be anywhere near one, at all.”

The touch to his shoulder didn’t make him feel anymore better though, but the concern was enough for him to at least acknowledge his appreciation, though it was not deserved. “Yeah, I’m fine now.” He kissed this left fingers and smacked his tattoo on his cheek. That’s what he normally did when he said thank you, ONLY to Faizel.

[Eryx]

Faizel rubbed the back of his head. "I... uh, guess it wouldn't make it any better to tell you... I knew she was there, ne? Er, not only that, I know... She's the Exorcist Commander..." He muttered, as if ashamed for letting himself anf his subordinates be near such a danger to them.

He was almost waiting to be hit.... He knew that Malic would do it, too. He was the only one who dared.

[Elka_313]

Malic’s eyes narrowed while at the same time lighting up. He felt like he had just been slapped in the face…he just said thank you for caring to him and now he tells him this! He reached back and slapped him in the back of the head, and started to walk away in the direction of head quarters. Malic was not going to let if get to him and thought it would be better to let Faizel stew in what he had just done. Giving him the cold shoulder treatment……

Cold night wind blew, cutting threw his fish net shirt, his skin grew cold, but not to his touch; Malic couldn’t feel anything. The only indication to him that the wind was even blowing was that the planted trees along the side walk swayed a bit. It didn’t take long for Malic to return to his emotionalist state as he walked watching cars drive by.

[Eryx]

Faizel winced at the hit, though it hadn't actually hurt. He leaned against the wall after Malic left, looking down and slightly to the side as he thought. Yes, he'd been wrong, and yes, he deserved what he got... But, he didn't think that leaving Malic alone now was a good idea.

And so, after letting him leave his sight, he followed after him, darting down the street until he saw him. He figured Malic wouldn't fall down if he did this, seing as how the Commander was pretty light.... and so, he jumped up into the air and wrapped his arms and legs around his body, holding himself up. "Malic~ I'm sorry for messing up, and I won't do it again... But, you know I wouldn't let myself get beaten! It takes a lot of light magic... And I wouldn't dare leave you alone..."

[Death's_Soul]

Dart sighed woozily as her commander left barking orders. "Out? Oh no, no, no." he laughed and swaggered up to Bade. "Bade, baby!" He cooed and collasped in a chair. "Friz wants out out cause there's a scary lady in here!" He giggled and wrapped his arm around Bade's neck.

Kyoko stood swiftly. She had had enough to drink. She paided, a swift toss of money and moved towards the door. She was sick of watching her food taunt her. She was going to eat and eat now.

[Elka_313]

((sorry it took so long to get back....and sorry this is soo long, but u should read it all for it is funny.....and yeah))

Demetrious smiled showing his white fangs, a malicious smile one which gave him a sick and cruel appearance, one that you’d never forget and would hunt you in your dreams. His eyes were wide open a crazed look plastered to his face and strands of platinum blond hair draped in his face, shadowing his left eye as he stared down. Demetrious laughed loudly as he dunked a small child into back into the bath tube.

She screamed, but the hot water made them sound like gurgles. Her small hands flailed wildly trying to get her self out of the hot water as she was submerged into it again. She scratched and hit the hands that held her down, but they never let up. Demetrious laughed again, “Oh this is fun little girl!” he closed his eyes squeezing harder on her frail throat, almost braking her neck. She screamed loud in the water that it could clearly be made out as a plee of help.

Then there was sudden silence, and the sound of a door being unlocked. The girls body went limp and the struggle ceased. She was dead. Demetrious stopped laughing seeing that she stopped moving and frown. “Oh fiddle sticks.” He relaxed his fingers from around her next and looked up at the sound of a women screaming.

Two parents stood horrified standing in the bathroom doorway. Demetrious stood to his feet, his arms limp at his sides, dripping with water. “Oh, hello there,” he said softly grabbing a hand towel off a rack in the bathroom. He started to dry his hands off with and turned back to them…”Oh how could I be so rude.” He dropped the towel onto the linoleum floor. “My name is Demetrious, my friends call me Deme, and my victims call a demon….” He smiled pulling a blade out from his sleeve. “Well your wife has already met me.” He had the silver blade at her throat in seconds. “She was all over me, but when I tried to drink her blood she got all pissy and didn’t want to **** me anymore….” His eyes darted over to the husband to see the look on his face

Angry filled him and his face was truing red at the intruder’s words. “Not that I would have ****ed her, vagee gee’s are gross.” Demetrious looked back at the mother, her heart was pounding and she was breaking out in a cold sweat. “Bye gross face.” He smiled sweetly at her and drew the blade across her neck, hitting the vain just right to make it spray. Demetrious opened his mouth to taste the hot blood, but there was a sudden movement in his check. The husband had struck him in the face. It didn’t hurt, but he didn’t like it either.

Swiftly he took the blade to his abs, slicing right through shirt into his flesh. Blood soaked into the shirt were the stab wound was. “I was taking a drink thank you very much.” He pulled the blade out, “Gosh!” Demetrious kicked him with his booted foot in the chest, sending him flying across the room into the shelf. Both parents were still alive, actually the mother wouldn’t pass for another five minutes or so. His tiara glittered in the light, a little bit of blood on it. “Bye guys! We should do this again sometime!” It wouldn’t have been so creepy if he didn’t really mean it.

Demetrious left threw the front door, and closed it behind him. “Yeah I’d love to baby sit your 9 year old daughter again sometime!” he shouted to the door as he left down the stair well. Demetrious headed to his car in the parking lot, and got in. Once out and on the rode he headed back to his headquarters.

((entered psycho))

[Elka_313]

Malic didn’t move an inch as the weight fell down on him from Faizel. Turning his head slightly he glanced over his shoulder to look at him. His face held a blank expression as it normally did. “Do you want me to carry you the whole way?” He moved his arms back to hold Faizel better, and started to walk again. It was not hard to carry him, as he took small steps down the side walk.

((short and crappy ah well))

[Eryx]

Faizel murred at him in response. "Mmmn... Yes," He said, keeping himself up with ease. They probably looked very strange, walking through the city like this, and they were pretty easy targets... But, would anyone really bother the two most powerful demons?

Didn't think so.

The commander started to reflect on the day, and his mood turned calm. He burried his face in the back of Malic's shoulder. "... Mmnnhh... I'm really sorry... I'll take full responsibility.... It's my job to, anyway. I didn't mean to worry you..." He murmured in a voice quiet enough to be speech, but not loud enough for anyone else to hear.

[Elka_313]

He slouched his head low, showing more of the back of his neck. It was an odd site to behold, and a rare one at that. Malic would only do this for one person and one person only. “Okay, I will.” He stared straight ahead not even blinking even when the wind blew in his face; his blue eyes watching the car lights go by. Malic walked silently down the concrete path, and then Faizel spoke again. “Of cores you will take reasonability.” It sounded like bitter cold words, but he was only pointing out a fact. It was going to take a lot to get him to fall into any type of loving state again.

Encountering an exorcist even just being in the same room as one threw him into a dark place, locked away from everything and everyone in his mind. Not many people could get him to come out though…Faizel was one of them…even Faizel had trouble doing it Malic played with the piercing in his lip, moving it with his tongue, not really thinking about anything.

[Eryx]

Faizel clung to him so that he wouldn't fall at first, but eventually lightened up a bit. He trusted that Malic wouldn't drop him... After all, he'd told him to carry him home. So, Malic would carry him home.

The commander rested his chin on his second-in-command's shoulder. "Hmmn... Malic, you know I'd never let anything happen to you, right? You fear the exorcists... But, why do they turn demons back to humans...? Some think we're evil... And some think we want to go back... And some just can't find any other use for their light magic, and see the rewards some of them get as a way to scrape by... But, no matter what the reason, they won't touch you... I won't let them." He said to reassure him. But, it was true, even if Malic didn't think he needed the protection, Faizel would be there for him. It was the right thing to do....

[Death's_Soul]

(Elka....You scare me....o.0)

Kyoko returned to HQ, and was not amused. Most of the Bloods where out hunting, or where drunk in the computer room. Oh yes, she was not happy. A lower ranking Blood approached her, groveling but she ripped his throat out. She watched him as he writhered along the sound, his mouth opened in a silent scream.

"Someone get me a new commander!" She barked angrily. She gripped the chunck of flesh tightly then threw it against the wall. The strength behind the blow drove the flesh into the wall swiftly, making his splatter every where and leave things bloody. But some how, Kyoko's cold beautiful face was left untouched.

She turned to the man that was slowly dying on the floor. "I go out for an hour and come back to total chaos...." She snarled. Blood was running towards her booted foot then curved around it as she watched it. Hungrily. "Kill his family." She said to the horrifed Blood behind her. He nodded swiftly and actually ran out. That amused Kyoko. She chuckled and moved towards the phone, stepping on the dying Blood's face, crushing it and killing him.

She snatched the phone up with bloody dainty hands and dialed Demetrious's number. She needed the company and her higher up officer to deal with the chaos.

[Elka_313]

Speeding through traffic almost causing several accidents Demetrious got a sudden phone call on his cell. His ring tone was that of something unsuited his personality….”Hey you” by Avrail Lavien. (yeah I don’t know how to spell it) He nodded his head to the music and sang to the lyrics “Hey, hey, you, you, I don’t like your girl friend!” well if you looked at it in a demented homosexual way…It fit him perfectly…Demetrious answered his phone with a chipper “Hello!”

Now his driving was even more out of control. Looking up placing both hands on the steering wheel he held the phone with his shoulder, but then ran a red light. Another car almost t-boned him and Demetrious could help but yell profane things at them. “Oh sorry…Deme here!”

[Death's_Soul]

(Don't feel bad, I don't know how to spell it eaither.)

Kyoko paced until the phone was answered. By that time she had left hundreds of little dainty and bloody foot prints. She had also killed several soldiers in her anger. She Deme answered she purred. "Hello darling." She sat in a leather bound chair and crossed her legs.

As he cursed she laughed, "Driving are you?" She knew full well that several officers where watching frightened. "We've had a...problem at HQ. I am not amused. We need to get more higher ups." Without waiting for an answer she went on. "I haven't eaten yet. Come home, fix this mess, and take me out to eat." She ordered in a playful, purring tone.

[Elka_313]

“Well, well” His voice sounded unpleased to hear the news, but he let her continue. Anger filled him as he tried to picture what most have happened, but then let it go. “Well what’s done is done. AND of course dear I’ll take you out…Maybe you should have come out with me tonight” He was giggling by the end of he’s sentence thinking about killing the family who saw to much….”Oh but wait I am a little bloodied up.” He flipped on the turn signal and made a sharp left, “Well I am almost home, so I can just change when I get there.”

[Death's_Soul]

Kyoko purred loudly, "I could clean you up if you want." She teased. She didn't like his choise of blood anyways. "Please don't step on the bodies." She said, her voice growing colder with every word. "And you did make sure the food died right? I don't need the humans noising around." She laughed, she trusted him. "I will see you in a few, mon amour." She clicked the phone down and drifted into her room to clean up, absently licking the blood from her hand.

[EvilLordSaki]

((Sorry this took so freaking long, guys...))

Bade may have actually started to enjoy his night after he spotted Faizel and Malic leave the club; when had the second-in-command arrived? His sense of perception must’ve been on the fritz, but that was to be expected from the excessive alcohol. Oh well, less people he knew to bother him.

Or so he thought.

He did manage to spot the woman approaching his end of the bar. Was she a demon? He didn’t recall ever seeing her before; interesting… Though his thoughts were cut off once again by Dart’s return to the bar. He stared at him blankly, wondering what he was talking about. Orange eyes glanced back to the female demon- ‘scary lady’? No, if it got the first-in-command to leave that means there must be an exorcist somewhere… and a powerful one.

“Oh really?” he grinned, glancing down the bar. But there wasn’t time to figure out who or where exactly this exorcist was. “Guess we better leave.” he sighed.

[Elka_313]

"They label us demons just because we are different. They should be called demons to if you ask me, they have strange powers that humans do not." Malic frowned at the thought of unfairness, but didn't stop talking. "They are arrogant and do what ever they please to us....Humans are the real problem for fabricating things about us, causing panic making the angelic beings take a stand when really its not necessary..."

"No one takes the time to find out who we really are thats all...If you really want to point fingers at something or someone that is evil...Bloods....We get blamed for what they do half the time" Malic shrugged lifting Faizl up a little bit, keeping him from sliding down. He continued on his way until he came to a cross walk. "What have we done that's so evil?"

[Eryx]

Faizel looked a bit sad as he spoke. "... Malic," His voice was stern. "Do not forget what we are. We were once human, once what people would call 'normal'. We are indeed a people of strangeness and many of malicious intent. Do not forget that those who strive for power may gain it through the painful time in the mutation stage. But, when they get out of it, htey go insane. They will kill without remorse, even eat the humans they deem their 'prey'. You know this is the basis of our kind's reputation. However, you are correct when you say that the Bloods are the ones that get us into more trouble than we're even worth."

Faizel pulled himself up a bit as he was pushed, and moved his arms a bit so that they hung on him in more of a hugging manner than just hanging on. He did indeed squeeze him a bit, but not enough to make him uncomfortable. "Malic... We are all our people have... We cannot afford to get ourselves injured or killed... Be it by a Blood, a Master, Linker, Angel, or someone of the Exorcist subfaction..." His voice was calmer, more soothing the second time he spoke.

[Death's_Soul]

(I'm waiting for Elka....)

Dart sighed heavily, swaggering a bit to the left and almost collasped on a person's lap. "Right when I was having fun too..." he slurred and wiggled his eye brows, "Let's go party at my place." He didn't care about the 'Exorcist' all he cared about was that Bade and him where alone, and both where drunk.

Made Dart shiver happily with just the thought.

[Elka_313]

((i have cores then ill post))

[Death's_Soul]

(*Glomps* OKAY!)

[IcklePickle]

((Sorry this took so freaking long, guys...))

Bade may have actually started to enjoy his night after he spotted Faizel and Malic leave the club; when had the second-in-command arrived? His sense of perception must’ve been on the fritz, but that was to be expected from the excessive alcohol. Oh well, less people he knew to bother him.

Or so he thought.

He did manage to spot the woman approaching his end of the bar. Was she a demon? He didn’t recall ever seeing her before; interesting… Though his thoughts were cut off once again by Dart’s return to the bar. He stared at him blankly, wondering what he was talking about. Orange eyes glanced back to the female demon- ‘scary lady’? No, if it got the first-in-command to leave that means there must be an exorcist somewhere… and a powerful one.

“Oh really?” he grinned, glancing down the bar. But there wasn’t time to figure out who or where exactly this exorcist was. “Guess we better leave.” he sighed.

((tis ok, I've been gone all week))

Valdenia overheard the word "excorcist", but she didn't flinch. Don't make waves and they wont come for you.

Her violet eyes flickered to the orange eyed demon, a small, falsely shy smile played across her lips, but she looked down at her hands, ordering a drink from the bartender.

She hoped that her magic was working, sending out another wave, just to push his want just a little farther, make him want to come talk to her and ignore what the commanders were talking about. She measured just enough to make his want more, to make him want her. It was relatively easy to make someone fall for her, but she may need alittle...exertion. She smiled at the thought.

Valdenia only prayed that Malic didn't sense her aura. That would only be embarassing if she caught

[Death's_Soul]

(Wait'n for Elka nd Saki. XD)

[Death's_Soul]

(Did this role play die? o.0)

[Infected_Mushroom]

((Looks like it.... --crys--))

[EvilLordSaki]

((NOO! I've been away and Eryx's internet died, this rp will live, dammit! xD Soon >>))

[Death's_Soul]

(*hits head against wall* I'm waiting for Saki and Mushroom!)

[Eryx]

(My internet's working for the most part. <3 When Elka gets around to posting, I'll be more active on here. While we're waiting for that, someone oughtta RP with one of my characters. I have plenty that are free~<3 All but Faizel, I believe.)

[Death's_Soul]

(...............)

[Elka_313]

Kyoko purred loudly, "I could clean you up if you want." She teased. She didn't like his choise of blood anyways. "Please don't step on the bodies." She said, her voice growing colder with every word. "And you did make sure the food died right? I don't need the humans noising around." She laughed, she trusted him. "I will see you in a few, mon amour." She clicked the phone down and drifted into her room to clean up, absently licking the blood from her hand.

Demetrius smiled as he recklessly turned into the drive to get to the buildings parking lot. He parked his car in its usually spot, and a subordinat came up to him. "Sir is there anything I can do?" Demetrius smirked his fangs showing..."Dying would be nice..." Deme jolted his hand to the inside of his trench coat and pulled out long slender silver blade. Swiftly he jabbed it into the 'car hops' gut slamming him up agents the brick wall. Hot blood smothered over his fisted hand around the knife as he ripped it out side ways.

Dark maroon blood stained the wall; splattered beautiful if you asked Demetrius. He bent down and cleaned the blade off on his victims shirt and walked into the building where his leader would be at.

[Death's_Soul]

Kyoko hadn't the temper to deal with her lower ranking officer as he came in to annouce Demetrius' arrival. She knew well enough he was home. She could smell the blood he spilled. She looked at her officer angrily and with a tempermental growl slew him.

She changed into clean black jeans and a black leather corrsett. She looked at her reflection and nodded, not happy, but fine with wearing what she wore. She pressed a button and spoke angrily into a intercom. "I need a clean up crew in my room." She said and didn't wait for any answer. She set to laceing up her knee high boots.

[IcklePickle]

((urgh, I wanna post, but the person I'm rping with is in God knows were *grumble*))

[EvilLordSaki]

((Ah! Eryx told me that she was going to move this rp or somthing >w< Course I don't know why the hell she didn't tell you guys on here *hides* but yeah))

[IcklePickle]

((Ah! Eryx told me that she was going to move this rp or somthing >w< Course I don't know why the hell she didn't tell you guys on here *hides* but yeah))

(('sok. I'm patient OwO))

[Eryx]

(Please don't kill me everyone. xD; I'd like to announce that everything is back up and running on my own forums. Just click the stamp in my signature to go and join, the RP is under Modern RP Setting, then Modern RP Applications.

I'm so very sorry that everything died here at Doll, I just... er... xD; Yeah. At least I'm starting it back up. It's going from scratch, so...

IM REALLY HOPING TO SEE RAZIEL AGAIN. <333333333333 I miss the little spasmic goofball.

Love you all, hope you get this. D: I'll send PMs just in case...)

[kayah]

(if its not to late)

Name:Jezebeth De la Ombra (aka:Kat)
Age:536
Race: Demon
Gender:female
Rank:high up officer
Appearance: pale skin carefully marked by scars, burns and tattoos written in a long forgotten language. her hair is black and holds a blueish tint to the tips naturally, her eyes are usually seen blocked by her long messy locks but, when seen reflect light off of slit bright yellow that has been traced with dark charcoal. her frame is small and at first glance she seems fragile but, in truth she is quick and strong. She usually wears well fitted clothing that while they are dark and rather revealing keep an elegant flare to her. Her claws stick through long leather gloves that lace tightly around her arms and a small lace chocker wraps round her neck. every part of her attire holds a weapon and her fanged smile only adds to her deadly aura.
Personality: quick witted, vain and blunt she is all the things that you would expect but, for those she knows and loves she is kind and easily pleased.
Bio: she speaks none of her past ad when asked only replies that it was long and hard to bear but, got her to where she is. In modern times she still holds a slightly saddened look when confronted with certain topics but, holds true to her people.
EXTRA:
-- Fears:becoming human, whips and being enslaved
-- Likes:freedom, talking, hunting random things to scare,power and Faizel (though she would never admit to it)
-- Dislikes:children, naive people, those who don't agree with her and small dogs
-- Sexual Orientation:bi
-- Anything else you’d like to add: uses her claws rather well in combat, is very flexible both mentally and physically, has the power to cause nightmares and teleport through shadows.