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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jul 18, 2017 19:15:18 GMT
Name: Gender: Race: Form: (Demons only.) Age: Birthplace: Height: Weight: Build: Hair: Eyes: Scars/handicaps: Distinguishing features: Clothing: Skills: Training: Education: Relationship Status: Goal: Hardship: Greatest Fear: Strongest Trait: Weakest Trait: Self Image: Reputation: Sense of Humour:
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Post by Envy on Jul 20, 2017 0:41:41 GMT
Name: Michael Simcoe Alias: “Butch” Gender: Male Race: Human Age: Physically: 32, Mentally: 72 Birthplace: Memphis, Tennessee Height: 6’2 ft Weight: 215 lbs Build: Stout, broad shoulders, and muscular upper and lower body Hair: Black but is shaved off, with five o’clock shadow on his chin Eyes: Hazel Scars/handicaps: Three giant claws marks trailing down his back Distinguishing features: His silver cigarette case Clothing: Image Below
Divine Weapon: Modeled after a Model 1887, Using the bones of Leviathan. Using a tooth to fashion an axe head at the end of the barrel. Forms of the gun changes depending on how Michael wants it to appear as, like a Demon changing it's shape it's true form is unknown.
Michael's other Divine Weapon that he has in his arsenal is in the shape of a coffin with a upside-down cross on it. Not much of know about what the coffin holds inside of it; the only know thing that is known is that both the bones and teeth of Pride and Wraith Demon went into making it. (See pictures below)
Mundane Weaponry: Ithaca .22 saddle gun with a handful of bullets tipped with purified salt & a AR-15 Skills: - CQC - Marksmanship - Bilingual (Greek, Latin) - Iron-clad Will - Cooking - Cunning - Occult Knowledge
Training: Spent 6 years in the United States Navy Education: High school graduate Relationship Status: Single Goal: To put his nephew’s soul to rest Hardship: Losing his nephew and his nephew's soul to Pontiff Marbas Greatest Fear: Losing his own Humanity Strongest Trait: Fear Weakest Trait: His own Pride Self Image: A remnant of a bygone era Reputation: The Butcher of San Fran Sense of Humour: Playfully Dark
History: Born in September 29, 1985. Michael Simcoe was born to Jonathan Simcoe and Maryellen Simcoe. Older Brother of twins Mark and Matthew Simcoe. Living on a Military Base made Michael into a Navy Brat, Seeing his family long service to the United States. Made him want to join the Navy while his two brothers joins the Marines and the Army. But for Matthew he would have a short Military Career since he had a child coming along the way. Being honorably discharged from the USMC he went back to college to get his bachelors in Polymer Science. Disgusted by his brother’s actions he didn’t talk to him for years till his brother asked him to watch his son for him. Doing so out of a favor he’d owned his brother; He watch the kid till slowly he grew upon him. The two always went out on friday nights to see a movie and grab a bite after the movie. Michael loved to spend time with the boy well until he turn 16 and him and a couple of his friends decided to go and explore Hell’s Town, rumored to be haunted by Demon only filled the boys with bravado. The boys setted out for the town in the middle of the night; Driving under the light of a full moon they arrived to the outskirts of the town. After exploring the town for an hour and feeling the presence of something malicious they decide to jet till one of there friends pulls out a knife. With a grin that would make the Joker proud the boy kill everyone but Michael’s nephew he had a special scent to him.
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Waking up in the middle of the night, from a phone call Michael answers the phone hearing his brother worried voice telling him Michael let his house and he called the police. Fearing the worst Michael begin to mediate to Astral project to pick up on his nephew’s energy. Soon enough he found him and the boy sensing a Demon’s presence he rushed out of there without a second thought. Arriving at Hell’s Town with Purified Salt and Anise; He had found his gone and the possessed boy there “Where is he.” Michael asked coldly. “Oh he’s long gone now. He had a tasty soul to.” Answer the Demon. With blood pumping in his veins Michael begins to lay the salt down and burning the Ansie to ward the demon off but it was too late. “You really think that’ll control me? You really are foolish after all that boy said about was a lie after all. It’s a real pity for you that is.” The Demon continues. “I have only one question to ask you Demon what is your name?” Michael says as he is being held up in the air. I, would be Marbas. You should consider it an honor to hear my name human. Savor these last monuments for you’ll never get them again.” Says Marbas as she goes in for the kill “Don’t worry I’ll have more moments like this!” He says as he chucks salt and Anise into her face. Falling to the ground Marbas grips her face as she is being forced out of the boy’s body. Looking at Michael she stomps his head towards the ground before she forced back to hell. “Hahaha that was quite the scene you cause there my friend seems like she is going to kill you while you’re in coma. But here’s my deal you’re going to die within 4 months of this, If you agree this deal I’ll take over your body and you’ll be dead and while in coma we won’t age. But, in return I will get your revenge for you and your nephew's soul back. So deal or no deal?” Asks the voice. Michael agrees with the voice’s deal the two begin to sleep until they wake up.
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Post by Alexodia on Jul 23, 2017 0:14:41 GMT
Name: Mazla-Tu
Gender: Genderfluid (entirely dependent on the form they take, having no fixed gender themselves)
Race: Demon
Form: 15ft black and green serpent; communicates through telepathy and extremely venomous with a hypnotic gaze (only applicable to humans).
Age: 3,138 (c. 1121 BC)
Birthplace: Hell
(Disclaimer: as Demons are fully capable of shapeshifting, from now on I’ll describe their preferred human form; while the following stats are the preferred form, any and all stats can be subject to change.)
Gender: Female
Height: 5’10”
Weight: 163lbs
Build: Athletic
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Green
Scars/handicaps: N/A
Distinguishing features: Pale skin
Clothing: Three-piece suit sans jacket w/ sleeves rolled up to elbows
Skills:
- Supernatural physical and mental attributes greatly exceeding those of humanity - Demonic strengths & attributes - Extensive martial & combat training - Extraordinary skill with their weapon of choice; a bladed staff able to split in the middle and be wielding as dual escrima-esque blades. - Shapeshifting - Omnilingualism - Exceptional will
Training:
- A decade of combat, intelligence, & infiltration training in Hell immediately following their creation - 3,000 years of battle & brutally fighting to prove themselves a Demon superior to the rest, eluding the astronomically high beginning mortality rate and carving out something of a reputation for themselves as well as a position of authority in the Legions of Hell.
Education:
- No classical education; developed a cultured, trained intellect surpassing any mortal and most immortals through autodidactic research over the course of their life.
Relationship Status: Single
Goal: To ascend to the highest echelons of Hell, and for their name to be feared as the most dangerous being to spawn from Hell.
Hardship: Relative youth results in vast potential being overlooked for the most part; still yet to properly ‘prove themselves’ in the eyes of the superiors of Hell despite accomplishments.
Greatest Fear: Fading into nothingness and their name being lost from memory.
Strongest Trait: Cunning & Determination
Weakest Trait: Intense pride & Recklessness
Self-Image: A Demon destined for greater and greater things, and one that will leave their world shaking in fear at the mention of their name.
Reputation: Little for now, although their incredible potential has caught the eye of more than one of the Generals of Hell, whom have more than a few plans for their future should they prove worthy.
Sense of Humour: Extremely dark, to the point of being twisted.
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Post by Shift on Jul 23, 2017 3:11:23 GMT
Name: Kyle Fletcher Gender: Male Race: Human Age: 29 Birthplace: Oxford, England Height:5'7 Weight: 198lbs Build: Athletic Hair: Wavy, short brown hair Eyes: Hazel Scars/handicaps: A claw mark on his left shoulder Distinguishing features: A cracked pocket watch Clothing: See image below Divine Weaponry: A sword from an angel, with the ability to transform into a pistol that reloads itself over time. Regular Weaponry: An assualt rifle, a sniper rifle Skills: -Stealth -Tracking -Proficient in guns -Acrobatics Training: Learned from experience scavenging, and from demon-runners who had nothing else to do. Education: High School Relationship Status: Single Goal: To give humans a fighting chance in this war Hardship: Losing his twin brother Greatest Fear: Becoming Soulless and forgetting his past Strongest Trait: Quick thinking Weakest Trait: Letting go Self Image: A man doing his best to try and save a broken down world Reputation: Known as a dangerous and skilled Demon runner, with the nickname of "The Drifter" Sense of Humour: Sarcastic, but usually light hearted Attachments:
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jul 23, 2017 12:20:42 GMT
Name: Iustitia (true name. Currently under the alias of Harriet Morrison.) Gender: Female. Race: Broken Angel. Age: 798 (Appears mid twenties.) Birthplace: The White City of Heaven. Height: 5"8, 6"5 before her exile. Weight: whatever a 5"8 Athletic woman weighs. Build: Athletic. Hair: Dull Blonde, chin length. Eyes: Piercing Blue. Scars/handicaps: Two large Scars on her back where her wings used to be. Distinguishing features: Fair and soft skin, which is unusual since most human settler's skin has become rough. Clothing: worn jeans and boots, a hooded dark brown jacket, shemagh scarf around her neck and fingerless gloves. Skills: -Skilled with both a sword and shield. -Marksmanship. -Educated in Demonlogy, Humanity Culture of Angels. -Combat tactics in taking down large demons. -Superhuman physical strength, agility and speed. -High endurance and a slow healing rate. - Finds Gardening, growing and harvesting crops peaceful. - Owns two weapons made from dead Demons. 1) dual revolvers forged from the bones of a Pride Demon. Replenish it's ammo overtime and pack a harder punch than mundane firearms. 2) A long katana-like sword made of Black onyx with serrated teeth. Forged from a Rage demon and rumoured to grow in power the more blood it draws. Training: Trained under Archangel Michael for hundreds of years as an Angel of Justice. Learnt human ways of living for the last forty years after the exile. Education: Educated in the White City. Relationship Status: Single. Goal: To continue punish the demons as she did before, and maybe one day find redemption. Hardship: Exiled from Heaven. Can never return home. Under the disguise as a human Demon-Runner in a settlement. Greatest Fear: Turning feral like some of the Broken. Strongest Trait: Sense of Justice. Weakest Trait: Closed off personality. Self Image: A former Angel of Justice that is seeking redemption. Reputation: A disgraced Lieutenant to Heaven and was exiled for abandoning her position during a battle that nearly cost an Archangel's life. In the Settlement, a skilled but closed off Runner that has survived longer than most. Sense of Humour: Dry.
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Post by Deaths on Jul 25, 2017 7:53:59 GMT
Name: Scorch (It was tattooed on his arm so he assumes that's a name he went by) Gender: Male Race: Human Age: Unknown appears to be 15 Birthplace: Unknown Height: 5'7 Weight: 125lbs Build: Skinny Hair: A neon green low faded mohawk Eyes: Hazel Scars/handicaps: Beginning stages of psychosis Distinguishing features: Various tattoos Clothing: A dirty pair of dark blue jeans with various rips in them. A white undershirt, and a black leather jacket. A pair of black headphones rest around his neck when not in use. Wears a black bandana around his face. Weapons He has two weapons A weapon made of a trickster demon, named Rek'sai. It has the ability to change into any weapon Scorch wants. A giant grotques stomach is strapped to his back, it is the stomach of gluttony demon, named Kog'maw. The stomach can be fed organic material making it bigger, it can be detonated at anytime. The more it is fed the bigger the explosion. Skills: He has a varied amount of combat skills that just seem to activate when needed. Capable driver stealth Training: None he can remember Education: He has memories of high school but not much after that. Relationship Status: Single Goal: To get his soul back, and remember where his home is and die a permanent death there. Hardship: Getting his soul back from Pontiff Marbas Greatest Fear: Hollowing Strongest Trait: Indomitable will Weakest Trait: Nervousness Self Image: A man on a mission who's running out of time. Reputation: A skilled demon runner, capable of pulling off nearly impossible missions Sense of Humor: Joyful
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Post by jackygirl on Jul 26, 2017 18:22:12 GMT
Name: Angie McHearty Gender: Female Race: Human Age: 21 Birthplace: Glasgow Height: 5"6' Build: Lean Hair: Short, red, spiked up slightly Eyes: Green Scars/handicaps: Numerous small scars, one particularly noticeable at the corner of her mouth which makes her look like she's always smirking Distinguishing features: Has a bad chewing habit, gum, leaves, tobacco anything but her jaw is never still Clothing: Black trousers, army boots, camo jacket, olive green t-shirt. Skills: Firearms Close-combat Explosives Outdoorsmanship Weapons: A twinned weapon set; a Magnum style Hand Cannon and a large combat knife made from the bones of twin demons, when she cuts any living creature with the knife bullets fired from the gun home in on that creature no matter how far away. If she cuts another creature that becomes the new target and to clear all targets she has to cut herself. Assorted grenades and other explosives Training: She's been trained as a demon-runner since she could walk Education: None all her childhood was focused on useful survival skills Relationship Status: Single Goal: To get revenge on the Swarm for the loss of her Father Hardship: Surviving in the deadlands Greatest Fear: Being forced to be part of the Swarm Strongest Trait: Combat Weakest Trait: Team-work Reputation: A tough survivor with a hatred of demons Sense of Humour: Grim
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