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 Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 5:38 pm
Beelzebub °°° Bowl // Sparkles // Kit // Adult  Name :: Beelzebub
Nickname :: Beelze
Gender :: Male
Type :: Lord of the Flies, Demon Prince
Obtained :: Customs
Mate :: Lori Cross
Orientation :: He can appreciate all genders and sexes, but his eyes tend to stick to those that identify as female.
Parents :: Don't recommend this subject.
Siblings :: Depends. Which century?
Children :: Jezebeth, Asmodeus, and Leonard Cross
Other family :: Hunter, the "guard dog." More like a leashed Infected that knows its place.
Friends :: A few acquaintances, but nothing solid.
Acquaintances :: I repeat.
Enemies :: No one worth mentioning in this world.
Personality :: A smile too wide for his face, a laugh too loud or too frequent for ease. A man covered in grime and blood, so chipper and willing to converse with any he happens upon. His movements are languid, his body looking relatively frail for his great size, all joining together with his nonsense nature can often give the appearance of a harmless vagabond--too sickly to be of harm, at any rate. Indeed, picking a fight with the man can quickly show what a pushover he is, quick to laugh and flee and mock his attacker from afar if he is able--though mocking even up close is guaranteed as well. He shows a seemingly never ending love of games and pranks, of silly jokes and worthless comments.
Yet his glowing eyes rarely lose their sheen, the darkness that pulsates at their core. He is a demon of disease and decay, and those who treat his childish antics without respect or caution lay themselves at his feet.
At his core, Beelzebub is a manipulator, a demon that seeks to spread his corruption and decay by any means. Anything that is healthy, pure, untouchable by filth such as he, attracts him immensely, all for the purpose of sinking through it infection. He finds enjoyment in leading others along, feeding attention and corrosive inflictions in equal measure. Love is not something he is explicitly capable of, though he is able to comprehend affection and attachment in the form of possession. To steal from this demon is to risk provoking the full extent of his capabilities. The Black Plague was his time of boredom.
He does, however, enjoy threats. As of yet, he has not encountered one capable of standing against him at his full might, but he fancies an encounter might yet happen.
Even his immortal games must end. He is merely curious if they shall end in the decay and rot of this world, or by other means.
Bio ::
Likes :: Lori. She is an exotic to him, and one he has indulged in profusely. He is incredibly fond of her, and though he is prone to wandering off on his own accord and purposes, he returns time and time again. She is his, after all. Beelzebub is also deeply amused by corroding minds and bodies, grunge, harassing Infected and lesser demons--modern medicine delights him, keeps the game fun. His children--his offspring--are other sources of deranged affection. Their worth is judged by their ability to spread the taint of his blood, and that alone.
Dislikes :: Very little, in fact. He finds twisted enjoyment in nearly all aspects of the world. Even someone who steals from him has amused him.
Theme :: Disturbed - Down with the Sickness
Current Rps ::
Color :: Maroon
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 5:46 pm
Emerson Barton °°° Bowl // Sparkles // Kit // Adult Name :: Emerson Barton
Nickname :: Emer
Gender :: Male
Type :: Musician of Love~
Obtained :: Gifted by Nuclearity
Mate :: Kadence
Orientation :: Straight
Parents :: Unknown, or at least he hasn't talked to them in years.
Siblings :: None accounted for.
Children :: None.
Other family :: None currently.
Friends :: None yet.
Acquaintances :: Nothin'.
Enemies :: This is a happily empty list.
Personality ::
Bio ::
Likes ::
Dislikes ::
Theme ::
Current Rps ::
Color :: #ADA96E
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 7:18 pm
David °°° Bowl // Sparkles // Kit // Adult  Name :: David
Nickname :: David
Gender :: Male
Type :: God of Biohazardous Waste
Obtained :: Gifted by Nuclearity
Mate :: None.
Orientation :: He's not too sure yet.
Parents :: He's a divine being.
Siblings :: Jay
Children :: None yet, thankfully.
Other family :: None.
Friends :: He's not very familiar with residents of this world.
Acquaintances :: Repeat.
Enemies :: Repeat!
Personality ::
Bio ::
Likes ::
Dislikes ::
Theme ::
Current Rps ::
Color :: #00ff00
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 7:34 pm
Hunter °°° Bowl // Sparkles // Kit // Adult  Name :: Hunter
Nickname :: Hunter, Hoodie, Pooch, Mutt, The Screechy Thing, OHSHI-
Gender :: Male
Type :: Infected
Obtained :: Customs - Kyuubi
Mate :: None yet.
Orientation :: Straight. 100%.
Parents :: He's... uh... kind of forgotten them.
Siblings :: Does the Horde count?
Children :: ...what are these "children" of which you speak?
Other family :: Unofficial official guard dog of the Cross family. And nommer of Bailey Cross.
Friends :: Mrs. Lovette
Acquaintances :: No one yet, really.
Enemies :: Janeryes due to her relationship with Bailey and her dislike of Hunter pouncing and maiming him. Is perhaps the only person he refuses to mess with.
Personality :: Hunter is hardly a complicated individual. Once upon a time, he might have been. Now? He can be considered an a**, at the very least. He likes to hunt, he likes to maul, he likes to eat bloody fresh meat. Stalking people, growling and screeching to freak them out, backing off to make them think they're safe, then calling out again - mind tricks to further terrorize his prey. He's a bloodthirsty killer with a sick and twisted desire to inflict as much fear and damage as possible before he kills someone. Thusly giving a fine flavor and tenderizing to his meat.
Since being accepted into the Cross family, Hunter has taken on a strange sort of babysitter role, guarding the children as they grew and happily becoming a sparing partner. Annoying neighbors were his treat for being such a good 'dog' and Hunter could hardly complain, especially to the face of the demon male of the household and his rather bubbly, but still deadly, mate. Besides. Lori's nice. She lets him kill people and attack her brother and thinks it's cute.
Bio :: He was once man in his mid-twenties when he'd been changed into a rabies infested Infected by the Green Flu. Not that he can remember that, of course. Only thing he recalls from the past was the constant desire to hunt, to slaughter, and to feed endlessly.
The decaying city of Fairfield was the only home he knew or cared for, leaping from building to building in the never ending search for food. Survivors, the few remaining sources of real meat, were beginning to trickle in number due to most having since been evacuated. He began to wander further and further to the outskirts of the city, having little desire to sustain himself solely on the Lesser Infected. Other Specials? They weren't food. They were temporary comrades, the only form of companionship he knew. Eventually, Hunter began to venture along the abandoned highways, finding a few Survivors here and there, though mainly wild game or Lessers to keep his belly full. It was from here he encountered a strange presence, a powerful sensation that sent his hackles up and lips curling back. Beelzebub, a demon, had crossed paths with the Infected.
From here, in a way, the rest is history. He followed the demon, feeding on those who'd never even heard of the Green Flu or the Infected. Fine by him. He's more than happy to educate someone as he tears their innards out.
Likes :: Gore. Pouncing. Screeching. Meat - raw, preferably, or just flat out fresh. Sneaking around in rafters and/or shadows. The city. Heights. Hunter Tag.
Dislikes :: Frying pans. The South (( too hot, doesn't like his hoodie off )). His hoodie off. Guns. Lesser Infected (( they're not yummy, and they don't play Tag )).
Theme :: Left 4 Dead - Exenteration
Current Rps ::
Color :: Bolded Black
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 7:51 pm
Asmodeus °°° Bowl // Sparkles // Kit // Adult  Name :: Asmodeus Cross
Nickname :: Deus
Gender :: Male
Type :: Demonic Prince, Occult Librarian
Obtained :: Breeding by Bu
Mate :: None
Orientation :: Unknown.
Parents :: Beelzebub and Lori Cross
Siblings :: Jezebeth and Leonard Ziz
Children :: None
Other family :: Hunter, "guard dog;" Bailey, uncle; Janeryes, aunt.
Friends :: None currently
Acquaintances :: None
Enemies :: None yet
Personality :: Call him a smart a**. Call him a genius. Call him a demonic empath. You would be correct each any every time.
Though still young and fully aware he's a long way to go in way of knowing all their is to know about the occult - never mind the rest of the world - he's developed a rather civil demeanor. Sort of. Cocky smiles and mocking bows are the norm from him, though the latter more out of play rather than insult. He can be quite the little charmer when he tries, full of manners and easily quoting various novels to add a little flare to conversation now and then.
And perhaps show off a bit.
He's not denying it.
Still, Asmodeus is a child at heart. A demonic one, but a child nonetheless. Games, pranks, curiosity... he's still got it all. Wonder and awe, he loves playing with his siblings - or fighting, as the case often is with Ziz, or Hunter - and the random family outings. It is perhaps one of the few truly normal things about him. Reading and research also takes up a great deal of his time, ranging from books, the internet, interviews, to actually trying the spells and relics for hands-on research. This tends to have unpleasant results, but he is one to take this with a cocked brow and mental note for the future rather than fits of rage or defeat.
Life is full of puzzles, and every puzzle has an answer.
Extra force may or may not be required is all.
Bio :: The first born son of Beelzebub and Lori Cross, yet not the first born child, Asmodeus has thus far lived a... rather comfortable life, all things considered. Sure there are fights amongst the kids, but when isn't there a case of sibling rivalry every now and then in any household? A few smashed vases here, some damaged demonic relics there... but still a happy household. More and more, Deus has found himself spending time surrounded by various ancient texts as given to him by his father, or located via libraries and private collections. His interest in his heritage is becoming all the more apparent as time goes on.
Particularly since it seems his fathers's blood has done... interesting things to his mother's contribution to the liquid flooding his veins. Sporting the same glasses as Lori, Asmodeus was born to less than perfect vision, and with it, her ability to manipulate the emotions of those around him. While his empath powers aren't as strong as his mother's, Asmodeus is no slouch when it comes to calming small crowds one moment and riling them into bloody combat the next. Do note however, they must be rather small crowds while he is a child, and he honestly would much rather work with a single target, maybe a couple, as he works to develop his powers. Beyond that, his powers seem to come from the grimoires he possesses, reciting spells to conjure spirits or low level demons though at the cost to his own energy. He does seem to possess some of his father's ability to influence the health of others around him, though the degree of sickness he can inflict seems to be minimal in comparison to that his sister is capable of.
Likes :: Books, researching the occult, sparring with his brother and Hunter, puzzles, gore and horror, coming up with elaborate pranks - even if he never uses them. Of course, his family is also included in all this.
Dislikes :: Anyone disturbing his reading, "unsolvable" puzzles, being unable to have access to all the books and relics he wants, spicy foods, early mornings - or at least being forced to wake up early.
Theme ::
Current Rps ::
xxxxxxx Lessons Worth Learning - Beelzebub, Jezebeth, VooDoo
Color :: #ad3c14
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 7:57 pm
Verus °°° Bowl // Sparkles // Kit // Adult  Name :: Verus Bethke.
Nickname :: Ver, Bethke.
Gender :: Female.
Type :: AI witch.
Obtained :: Dice game, by Bu.
Mate :: None.
Orientation :: She's never stopped to think about it, can be considered bi for a lack of knowledge either way.
Parents :: ...none.
Siblings :: Solvas Bethke
Children :: None.
Other family :: None.
Friends :: Her technology. Oh, and her twin brother, of course.
Acquaintances :: Beyond her tech? None.
Enemies :: None, far as she knows.
Personality :: Verus is used to spending her time surrounded by tech or perhaps her elder twin brother, Solvas. In fact, she's not used at all to spending time with anyone other than her brother or the machines that speak to her. As such, her rather intelligent and motherly personality is stuffed away under grumbles and glares one might expect from an old grouchy granny. Protective and cautious are still two powerful traits that seep through her unease around others, especially should she be aware someone's about to do something stupid and hurt themselves - or worse, a fine piece of tech.
She is also easily flustered. "No touchy!" is a motto to live by for her when it comes to non-Solvas Noodles, and can in fact turn into quite the flabbergasted and shaky-pawed idiot once someone starts pushing too far into her personal space. Flirting? Suggestive eyebrow waggles? They will fall on blank and "Error, error, does not compute" eyes and ears. Inserting floppy disk cannot have any other meaning to her. It just can't. Her brain would kind of explode.
So long story short, Verus is a snappy, grumpy lady with the naive understanding of others one would expect from a newborn. With awesome Tech Support skills.
Bio :: She's old. I mean... really old. Like her twin brother, she had long since learned to manipulate her technopath and near elemental magics to make herself immortal. Countless names, countless faces, countless places - they've come and gone and passed her by. Few times has she given more than a passing glare to the world outside her custom ship since leaving an ancient craft belonging to a magician. It was from this man Verus learned the full extent of her mystical prowess, or at least enough to tap into skills beyond communicating with or inserting herself into technology.
Like, morphing the very structure of a piece of technology, for instance. And giving them elemental attributes, for another. From a mini computer to a gun, to then a gun able to shoot bullets of ice with ranged "ice field" effects, Verus is an AI perfect for battle. Fixing technology might require the same old tools of the trade, but give her enough components to work with and enough materials, and she could pretty quickly turn out rather powerful pieces of magical tech.
Just let it be clear - if Verus herself is not using these magical pieces, or inside of them, they will lose their elemental attributes and revert back to their normal forms.
Likes :: Technology. Fixing it, using it, tearing it apart...
Dislikes :: Crowds, idiots who have no idea how to properly maintain or treat their equipment, most company's Tech Support (( they're idiots! ))
Theme ::
Current Rps ::
Color :: #6c2dc7
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Posted: Sat Aug 14, 2010 8:02 pm
Aixa Sicario °°° Bowl // Sparkles // Kit // Adult  Name :: Aixa Sicario
Nickname :: Aixa, Ai
Gender :: Female
Type :: Military Werewolf
Obtained :: Customs - Tiro
Mate :: None, so ha!
Orientation :: She'll swing whatever which way the fight takes her.
Parents :: Out there. Back with the pack. Or on duty somewhere.
Siblings :: A few. Mainly her brother, who's been called out.
Children :: None.
Other family :: Pack. Lots of it. Not anywhere around here, though.
Friends :: Pack. But again, not around here.
Acquaintances :: Eh. No one here.
Enemies :: ...meh.
Personality :: This bold and chipper girl has a definite love of combat and has few inhibitors when it comes to the sensual pleasures in life. She wears her heart on her sleeve, though the discipline drilled into her by pack and military alike certainly helps to keep the rather wild Aixa under wraps when needed. She frequently lapses into speaking in random Spanish, usually when speaking of key phrases or words. "Chiko" and "Chika" are often thrown around as pet names to strangers and friends alike, though as Aixa gets to know someone, the likelihood of her crafting more character specific nicknames becomes all the more likely.
Now, while Aixa might be a girl willing to flick her tail and twirl her body around a pole for some smoky-eyed laughs, she does posses strong morals. That assault rifle at her side? It's a 100% fully functional and you can bet your a** she knows fully well how to best utilize it in damn near any situation. Will she? This is the important question. Truth be told, she's one who'd rather use her claws, fangs, and superhuman speed-stamina-strength-badassary to kick someone's a** in a fight. Guns come out blazing when she's decided the individual's either posed too much of a threat to her or her loved ones.... or if she's just decided she wants to end it all with a swift bullet to the brain. This does take a great deal of prompting, but Aixa will make it perfectly clear to anyone who challenges her she is not a cute little Omega to be pushed around.
Back in her original pack, she had been one of the various wolves to not possess a letter for their rank. She wasn't a Beta, but she certainly was no Omega, either. Suit her perfectly. Opportunity for advancement without starting out at the bottom of the barrel. Now without her lifelong companions, in any new group or potential pack, she is most likely to place herself into a position somewhere between Alpha and Beta. Capable of being a leader, she would have no problem following another's lead if they proved themselves to be more capable than she of ensuring the safety of those who followed. She might be a bit of a sore loser, but when it comes to what's best for the pack - the unit, the group - it's instinctive to put her own desires aside.
Bio :: Not all werewolves must be bitten to be created, and not all are controlled by the waning and ebbing of the moon. A pack of Mexican werewolves, each born with their paranormal canine gifts, were one of those with the innate ability to shift at will. The line had long since established itself within the area of the modern day city of Chihuahua in Mexico. Go a head, laugh at the name - they openly groan over the disgrace of a canine that shares name of their ancestor's home. The alpha had chosen to remain marginally peaceful with the humans as they came, the hustle and bustle that was beginning to reshape their home seen as a good chance to expand and learn about these weak creatures.
In the eyes of the pack, humans were not food, but they were hardly to be considered allies, either. They were fragile, fearful, and other wolves had a strong liking for their flesh if they, as the humans so arrogantly put it, "lost their humanity." The pack began to act as guards of sorts, disgusted by the needless attacks on their territory, though such "wild" wolves were the only ones to receive their wrath. "Sicario," the humans began to call them, killers with specific targets. The werewolves took this on as their surname as they continued to move inward and join human society.
Fast forward a few hundred years, and the Sicario pack still holds strong against their larger werewolf cousins, though they're hardly the hunters of rabid kin as they used to be. Their territory shifted, focusing instead on the Mexican boarder of the United States. They often pass to and fro between the countries, and often without passports due to that nifty shape shifting ability, though most reside within Nogales, Arizona. And most belong to the American Army.
A direct effect from their ancestor's decision to fight along side the humans to protect their territory, the Sicarios have a strong family tradition to join the service at some point in their lives, utilizing their superior strength, stamina, speed, and senses to aid their countrymen and women. Survival instinct keeps them from showing off, never mind from using their canine forms around other soldiers. Any use of their natural skills around those not of their kind, according to pack code, is to be used in times of dire circumstances. Easier then to attribute their feats to adrenaline rushes or luck.
Aixa and her elder brother, Jesús, aren't the youngest of the pack currently, but they are hardly the upper ranking members, either. The pack life - family life - was a big deal for both, rarely ever traveling without three or four of their relatives or packmates. Their bond became even stronger when the siblings enrolled into the military, though the siblings still remained closest only to one another.
Recently, Jesús was shipped out of the country, and Aixa found herself shipped to another base. Now away from family and friends, she searches for a new means to establish this place as home. Or at least to see if she's the only other were out here.
Likes :: Her guns, combat, shifting at will, running (wolf form or non), challenges, shopping. Hunting, exploring, and nature go somewhere in there as well, though this is more due to her blood than anything else.
Dislikes :: A lack of pack, chores, formal situations, closed spaces.
Theme ::
Current Rps ::
Color :: #321414
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 10:44 pm
Kerberos °°° Bowl // Sparkles // Kit // Adult  Name :: Kerberos
Nickname :: Ker
Gender :: Male
Type :: 6th gen. Demonic Spartan
Obtained :: Gift - JillianxCyrus breeding
Mate :: N/A
Orientation :: ???
Parents :: Jillian and Cyrus
Siblings :: Sirius, Mercury, Sipher, Cyrene, Cyro, Tenor, Trojan, Parse
Children ::
Other family ::
Friends ::
Acquaintances ::
Enemies ::
Personality ::
Bio ::
Likes ::
Dislikes ::
Theme ::
Current Rps ::
Color :: #02afdb
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2014 11:22 pm
Samael °°° Bowl // Sparkles // Kit // Adult  Name :: Samael Cross
Nickname :: Sam
Gender :: Male
Type :: Demonic Prince, ???
Obtained :: Breeding by Yasha
Mate :: None
Orientation :: Unknown.
Parents :: Beelzebub and Lori Cross
Siblings :: Jezebeth, Asmodeus, Leonard Ziz, Azazel, Abaddon
Children :: None
Other family :: Hunter, "guard dog;" Bailey, uncle; Janeryes, aunt.
Friends :: None currently
Acquaintances :: None
Enemies :: None yet
Personality ::
Bio :: Corrosive auras tend to sway around this son of Beelzebub and Lori, from the ability to inflict immense pain mentally upon others around him, to causing them to physically rot at his touch. To be caressed physically or mentally by Samael is to experience demonic acid at its worst. The rot either way is controlled by his will, though even he must be careful how long he lingers against another. He does have a high tendency to flit around the minds of those around him, trying to see if he can urge them into irritation or violence with the mental pain. While he cannot read the actual thoughts of those minds, he can read their flavor--that is, their emotions at that time. With his heightened speed and strength, he finds it easy to weave in and out of the world around him, always debating if he is in the mood to indulge his... appetite for the decay he reaps. Samael does have a fondness for ingesting blood and even the rotting meat of his victims--a habit he picked up as a kit from his time around Hunter, and his father's own demented support.
Likes ::
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Theme ::
Current Rps ::
xxxxxxx
Color :: #6e5a56
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Posted: Sun May 10, 2015 6:37 am
Carmen °°° Bowl // Sparkles // Kit // Adult  Name :: Carmen Cross
Nickname :: N/A
Gender :: Female
Type :: Demonic Princess, ???
Obtained :: Breeding by Peter
Mate :: None
Orientation :: Unknown.
Parents :: Beelzebub and Lori Cross
Siblings :: Jezebeth, Asmodeus, Leonard Ziz, Azazel, Abaddon, ,
Children :: None
Other family :: Hunter, "guard dog;" Bailey, uncle; Janeryes, aunt.
Friends :: None currently
Acquaintances :: None
Enemies :: None yet
Personality ::
Bio :: [Witchy witch. Healer.]
Likes ::
Dislikes ::
Theme ::
Current Rps ::
xxxxxxx
Color :: #D35919
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