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 Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 10:56 am
WARNING! This rp may be too hilarious for you!This is LITERATE chaos.
The main plot!
Its very easy to understand, Demons came up but where did they choose to come out of hell during the first week of December? America... And as President G.W.Bush says, "Let's get'er done!" Of course, he said it again and was more than prepared.
Yeah, we've seen plenty of animes where demon and alien fighting teams sprout of no where but this is different. The only people who can defeat these demons are well...umm.... Spastics! Nut-jobs! People who ride the tamed demons, who, usually, stand on two legs, like obedient horses, sugar cubes and all.
The Spastic agents of "W.E.E."
These "agents" who work for the holy order of "W.E.E!" (The Warriors of Ecstatic Eccentrics), have one fun job. Find the demons, beat the demons and tame the demons. Using electric collars, beating them around, using a "large bat", what ever they want into taming the demons into being like obedient dogs, who follow their masters and obey commands. All caught demons are collared and tagged to be identified if they escape and have the "branding wire prints of Christ", put on the demon's a**, making them weak and unable to go back to Hell. Well, that is how you have fun, eh? The demons are a lot more fun to train than dogs and are just so cute with their screams, horns and spaded tails.
You live in large condo like condos in the city of Barton town, VA, in the secret base under the sewers and the only way in is the front entrance, which appears to be an antique store. You do not have magic or magical items.
If an agent,post this profile!
Name:
Age:
Appearance:
Weapon of choice:
Reason to join:
Short history (not necessary):
The Demons
Pretty much your job is simple. You're a demon. You look human except for the horns, tails, wings (feathered or bat), red eyes, perfect build/figures, fangs and claws. You have two choices in this rp, you can start out as a sinister genius and like a vampire blending in and picking out victims, controlling lower ranked demons or you can start out like a brutish, chaotic monster that reeks havoc, standing out like sore thumbs in a pile of broken fingers. Your job is simple, try and over throw the humans' city and trying, as long as you can, not to be captured by the agents. But sadly you will be taken to the headquartersÂ… and you will be "rebooted" to being an obedient hound at your human master's feet.
The only magic you have is speed, power, intelligence, seduction, leather skin and a small energy explosion produced by smarter more powerful demons.
If you're a demonÂ…Post this profile!
Name:
Age: (between 20 and 2000 years old)
Appearance:
Weapon of choice:
Winged or not? :
Rank:
Short history (not necessary):
((The ranks are at this, moment prince/princess, then captain, then soldier(weak warrior) or assassin (intelligent killer).))
Read the Rules!
1. No killing or cybering.
2. Demons can't join the side of good or have pity for the humans and humans have to enjoy making demons their pets. Not species traitors.
3. You have to be either a demon I described or a human. No human can use magic.
4. No godmodding.
5. If I ask you to change something just do it.
6. All captured demons must be branded, collared and tagged by the humans.
7. You can train the demon to be your dog, slave, servant, maid, horse-like figure or a combination.
Announcements?
-It's our first day.
-We need a leader for the "W.E.E." Agency.
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Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 10:57 am
Name: Mint
Age: 20
Appearance: Looks to be sixteen, well except for the small black wings, horns, tail and red eyes. Oh yeah and did I mention he has scrappy brown hair, wears a metal anti-bite mask, suspenders, choker, slacks and boots.
Weapon of choice: You think pitchfork? I think bullwhip.
Winged or not? : Small black featehry wings.
Rank: Prince
Short history (not necessary): Simple. A prince, spoiled rotten, disrespectful and egotistical. He is cruel and maniacal using his powers against mankind for fun. He owns a harem of one hundred slaves in hell, given to him as his 20th b-day present who all serve him obedeintly, in kinky outfits...
Will he be the first of his father's unholy army to find out about W.E.E's ways? Will he be defeated and tamed? Only time will tell...
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 2:50 pm
Name: Elphaba Ace Blackwingis
Age: (between 20 and 2000 years old) 1413
Appearance: She has pale skin, with short brown hair, with wolf ears, a wolf tale and black feathered wings, wearing a sleavless black top and black pants and a wolf head handled blade on her belt, she has blue eyes
Weapon of choice: her wolf blade
Winged or not? : yes
Rank: assasin
Short history (not necessary):
((The ranks are at this, moment prince/princess, then captain, then soldier(weak warrior) or assassin (intelligent killer).))
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 3:28 pm
((yup, now we need human operatives...))
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 7:54 pm
Elf walks through the shadows of the night through the city looking at the picture of the human slayer she had been paid to track, finding it tiresome to waste her talent on this, she could do so much more damage then just tracking, but alass a job was a job, her ears flickered in the wind.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 8:04 pm
The night was still, a vivid harvest moon hangs over the sleepy city and all is dead silent. A shadow is cast over the stars as if someone had pulled the curtain shut, in annoyance. A deep rumble, like from the bowels of a beast, drummed in the earth, as the city square shook, car alarms going off, dogs howling...
BOOM! CRACK! CRACK!
A statue of the city's infamous founder blew up, and a flaming tunnel grew in its place, from which emerged a leader among demons, Prince Mint. He was tall, statuesque and had the features of his father and the eyes of his mother. He was a b*****d son, but unlike a human b*****d, he didn't knwo who his mother was. He smirked, throwing a staff into the earth, a cape rapped around his broadshoudlers, he rips it off, throwing it to the powell, where it hands blowing in the wind.
He takes a step forward, chuckling,"And the fun begins, mortals..."
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 8:09 pm
Elf turned looking at the who the new show off was. Those who made alot of noise were usually some of the first to be taken. She stopped when she picked up the trail of the moral she was chasing and ran after her, getting close enough and cutting out her heart and that of her other five family members and eating their hearts, before whiping her mouth on her shirt and turning and seeming to dissapear into shadow.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 8:12 pm
Manxx The night was still, a vivid harvest moon hangs over the sleepy city and all is dead silent. A shadow is cast over the stars as if someone had pulled the curtain shut, in annoyance. A deep rumble, like from the bowels of a beast, drummed in the earth, as the city square shook, car alarms going off, dogs howling... BOOM! CRACK! CRACK! A statue of the city's infamous founder blew up, and a flaming tunnel grew in its place, from which emerged a leader among demons, Prince Mint. He was tall, statuesque and had the features of his father and the eyes of his mother. He was a b*****d son, but unlike a human b*****d, he didn't knwo who his mother was. He smirked, throwing a staff into the earth, a cape rapped around his broadshoudlers, he rips it off, throwing it to the powell, where it hands blowing in the wind. He takes a step forward, chuckling,"And the fun begins, mortals..." Mint smiled, devilishly, as his father gave him in his genes, and took a whip from his belt,"Hmm...lets see how the weather is? I expect there to be some THUNDER!" He jumps, cracking his whip against a building, it blew into debris, flying in all directions. He landed in the wreckag,e balancing one footed on a pipe,"Excellent..." Mint wasn't one for subtlety. He was afterall the youngest and most naive of all Satan's children.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 8:50 pm
Elf shook her head and sat on a roof top blood on her hands from the murders she'd just comitted She yawns. "Hmm, with fresh blood on my hands I've got slightly less want to kill, Well i suppose i'm just feeling sleepy after my meal." she smirks evily.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 8:53 pm
A mutilated victim climbed from the wreckage, moaning, covered in blood and rubble. Mint saw this and hopped down, lifting the poor mortal by the face, he smirked,"Mortals...So, blessed. Go meet...your MAKER!"He crushed the man;s head into a pulp, throwing his body aside, he licked his fingers, and looked about,"Well, well, how challenging? where are the heroes of old? Is noone going to oppose me?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 8:54 pm
Name: John- aka 0002:Mystery
Age: 18
Appearance: Dark clothes, 6ft, dark colored shoes and a face that is hardly shown in public.
Weapon of choice: 'Bat Gun'- like those to be used on animals- if shot in the right place it causes a minor jolt...but it rarely happens.
Reason to join: Recruited by the man from the draft board who 'mysteriously' was blown up a little after
Short history (not necessary):
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 8:57 pm
Elf sits back closing her eyes despinte the sounds of death around her just enjoying the moon light. "This is the life." She wasn't the kind to parade around she just wondered around doing her own sort of thing, more of a loner as most demons found her to peaceful, but in reality she enjoyed a good killing much of the time she'd just done it enough that she prefered to savor each one rather then go for multiple murders.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 9:00 pm
He had just left his condo, hearing reports of attacks. "Some like to hide...others like to plain reveal themselves." he sighed and pulled out his weapon. "Now which end is the bullets end? They designed this gun the same way on both ends!"
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 9:00 pm
Manxx A mutilated victim climbed from the wreckage, moaning, covered in blood and rubble. Mint saw this and hopped down, lifting the poor mortal by the face, he smirked,"Mortals...So, blessed. Go meet...your MAKER!"He crushed the man;s head into a pulp, throwing his body aside, he licked his fingers, and looked about,"Well, well, how challenging? where are the heroes of old? Is noone going to oppose me?" He heard police cars aproach and his eyes glinted maliciously, looking at them. They were atleast a mile off but his superior senses knew what was coming. He scoffed at there feeble attempt to come near him, pulling back his whip, he cracke it on the road, causing the road to being completely destroyed, exploding into rubble. So, did the police cars... AND the policeman.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2005 7:05 am
Her eyes open at the sound of the sirens and she sits up and watches from her place. "Hmmm this could be interesting." she says her eyes glowing a bit with all the destruction all demons love to see destruction, some just like to do more destruction then others.
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