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Every human being is born with a connection to the spiritual, the supernatural, that allows us to see, feel, and interact with creatures that most people don't believe in. It seems strange, then, if we are all born with this connection, that so many people lose it by the time they grow old enough to do anything with it.
Rarely, a child will hold that connection and go on to see spirits, angels, and demons their whole life, but most often social pressure or fear pushes away the feelings and destroys the connection.
Somewhat less rarely, human go through the Awakening. Whether in a blinding instant or a long process, the world shows itself to these people as it truly is: filled with the spirits of things denied. Some gain the power to see, some to speak, some to fight, but all gain the power to feel these spirits.


The time has come for a Great Reawakening. Humanity needs to wake up to the reality around them, don't you agree? Let there be light.

Profiles for this game will be kind of sparse. I care more about the playing here. PM profiles, please.










By the way, the sparse skeleton means I expect more in-depth playing.

((Time to get this sumbitch started.))

Devon moved slightly to the music that only he could hear, his eyes closed and the outside world shut out. Even though there were probably thirteen or fourteen other people on the city bus, he had learned not too long ago that they hardly mattered. Most were so engrossed in their own lives that they wouldn't even notice if the person sitting next to them slumped over dead.
He knew the truth, though.
The large headphones kept their voices out, and his closed eyes stopped the sight, but nothing could take away the feelings. He pushed the spirits out of his mind as best he could, but they still held his soul. Still clung to his spirit. The music helped, but it wasn't enough.
The bus came to a stop and he stretched his long arms. His cold blue eyes opened and he saw them, but they didn't see him. This time. He stepped off the bus and walked into his office. Devon had a crap job doing programming for a major bank. It wasn't all that bad. They let him wear what he wanted and paid him pretty well, so it had a few perks, but it was as if his soul slipped away a little bit more each day.
It didn't help that he hadn't slept in a few days...

Devon sat at his computer, going over hundreds of lines of code, looking for the smallest discrepancy. This was the part of the job he hated the most. The higher-ups sent down thousands of lines of accounting and financial coding that supposedly had a problem, and a team of programmers was assigned to scour it until every problem was fixed.
Most of the discrepancies were missing periods or misplaced decimal points, but this time it was a suspected virus that had rewritten the code.
Devon couldn't concentrate on it. Unknowingly he completely passed thirteen lines of corrupted code that, if left alone, would spread through every piece of software connected to the system.
Lucky for the bank, another programmer was working on the exact same chunk of code due to lucky mismanagement.

That didn't stop Devon's boss from firing him at 4:30.

It was about then the demon showed up.

There, in that very building, what he had come to call a wanderer arrived. These wandering demons seemed to show up whenever someone was under a lot of stress and very upset. Devon sure as hell fit the profile.
He looked past his boss and said simply, "What the ******** are you here for?"
The demon laughed and pulled out a large golden coin, then held it between two fingers. With a flick of his hand, the demon tossed the coin high into the air and let it fall tilting and spiraling through the air while Devon's boss shouted that he wouldn't tolerate being spoken to like that, or some such nonsense.
Devon watched the coin fall, and for a split second, time seemed to slow and he saw both sides. On one was a skull, human probably, with chains holding the mouth shut. The flip-side depicted a lion facing away. Heads and Tails.

Heads he lives, tails he dies.

Devon's eyes widened as the realization hit him. This demon was toying with him, playing a sick game of chance, and his bosses life was held in the balance.
The coin hit the ground, bounced, spun, flipped, and fell to land for the final time as Devon looked away. As he did so, his boss stumbled back to avoid Devon's unexpected movement. The older man tumbled over his desk, fell upside down into his large wingback chair, and spilled over into the thick glass of the window. The chair cracked the glass with a sickening crunch and Devon looked back to see, in slow motion, the man he had once called Boss smash through a twenty-second-story window and a laughing demon.

Rafael wandered around the city, bored and annoyed. He looked at the man falling. Another human dead, he thought, and discarded it. He would be no one's savior.

((Look, Cody, I really can't follow your posts at all. When you sent the profile as John Constantine, I hoped against hope that it was either a coincidence or that you'd play comic book Constantine. Instead we get a poorly played Keanu Reeves rip-off. Your posts are unpleasant and don't really serve much purpose. I'm sorry to seemingly berate you like this, but I've had a bad day and I'm now getting complaints about your playing. Shape up or ship out.))

((No IC post here. I can't do it.))