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 Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 12:46 pm
Dark Lord
Name: Marcus Demi
Age: Looks rather young, but who really knows the Dark Lord's age?
Species: He is assumed to be a demon, but no one can truely tell what the Dark Lord truely IS.
Occupation: Dark Lord
Personality: He's merciless and vegeful. Reserved but deadly. When he's angry, you won't remember it, and when he's calm it's a life chilling kind of eerie. To describe the Dark Lord in the best prospective, you have to look directly into death's eye, then remember that death is only the Dark Lord's close cousin.
Weapons: He known to bend people's minds and views, making finding his victim and destroying it all the more easier. Though, when he feels as if he's challenged his weapon is made of the energy he emits. A blade with the aura of destruction all around it.
Bio: The Dark Lord seek vengence over the cruelity of the species, and seeks destruction over all. If nothing is safe, he perfers to dominate over it all. And then when what matters is gone, and what stands in his way is destroyed, his sweet revenge is finished.
Appearance
Dark Lord
Savior
Name:Osuari Sakura
Age:18
Species:She has all species in her blood, including human.
Occupation:Defender for good.
Personality:Although she is cold and distant on the outside she truly is a golden hearted person on the inside. If you got to know her you would see a very strange side of her. One that is unusually hyper but when fighting extremely serious.
Weapons:Kunai, shuriken, bow and arrows, a katana and a staff that shrinks into a necklace.
Bio:When Sakura was born her father abandoned her and her mother to fend for themselves. Her mother raised her and trained her in the skills of long range combat, hand to hand combat, magic and riding. She was always a cheery child, always smiling happily until the day. Her mother and her had barely been in the human world for more than a month when in the middle of the night she heard the door crash down. She had awoken then to her mothers screams as she cried out her name. When she ran down the stairs to find her mother she was grabbed from behind and dragged out kicking and screaming to a horrific scene. She had witnessed many people being slaughtered right before her eyes. She and her mother were collared and forced to fend for themselves. They would of had to been the one of the most hated species because of their rare blood line. When Sakura was fifteen, six years later, the dark lord took over. Her mother was the first to rebel against him. Sakura had never been so proud of her strong, beautiful and independant mother. Until the day she witnessed her ambush and slaughter. That was what cracked her. She had killed the warriors sent out to destroy her and since then had began training herself to grow stronger. She wanted to protect others since she had failed to protect her own mother. She still wears her collar as a symbol of who she is.
Appearance:
[x]Sakura[x]
The Sacrifice
Name: Dylan Finch
Age: Looks to be in his 20's
Species: Demon, though he looks like some sort of angel
Occupation: 'Doctor'
Personality: Pessimistic and cowardly, Dylan chose to help the Dark Lord over death. He has frequent depression streaks, and often questions his actions, though he does nothing to change them.
Weapons: He has a knife for defence literally up his sleeve, but he uses his medical tools in a pinch. He mostly has others do his fighting.
Bio: Dylan is one of the trickier of the helpers. Instead of fighting (even he admits he has almost no physical strength), he has set up a fake clinic to 'help the wounded.' When those fighting against the Dark Lord arrive, they are slaughtered by his assistants.
Before the war started, he was a real doctor, but he chose a life of evil over death. He grew to regret his choice, but can't find the courage to change it.
Appearance: [x]
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 12:50 pm
They hide among us... leading normal lives like us yet they are very different...
For millions of years humans thought they lived alone until the day they discovered those hidden among them. Most discovered close friends, co-workers and even lovers were not as they seemed to be. They were really a different type of being, demons, angels, vampires, mixed breeds; the list didn't seem to end. As soon as humans found out they became scared and the higher places in the government came up with an idea, to exterminate those who were not human. It began on a dark day when people were dragged from their homes, most were slaughtered, and the rest were collared and hunted down. The humans didn't think they had made a mistake, they thought they were pretty damn smart. Until one sunny day when it all turned dark and has stayed that way ever since. Someone else came in to take over as vengeance, a man from the other world whom they called the dark lord. He seized hold of power quickly with armies of shadows and soon turned the normal world into a desolate place. Cities were turned to ruins, the once glorious skyscrapers now mere piles of rock among the ground underneath the eternally dark sky. The moon bathes blood soaked streets a deep red and even those not human were killed for disobeying. Wars between the vanishing human race and the dark lord's men still wage, killing plenty of innocents and encouraging the flames of hatred that flicker through a now untrustworthy world.
Although hope does shine in this desolate wasteland in the form of a teenage girl. She fights against the evil striking the land, a small beam of light in a sea of darkness. She fights for humans and mythical beings and by herself has become a huge nuisance to the dark lord. He wants to get a hold of her so people know what happens when you mess with him. Assassins are sent out and a large bounty has been put on her to be brought to him alive. The Dark Lord... he is not like the others. Perhaps there are reasons besides this he finds that she must be destroyed. Who is rigthous, the savior, or the Dark Lord? Is it the sabior because she wishes to fight for life, or is it the Dark Lord who wishes the cleanse it? Maybe... in the dilema of unfulfilling confusion and demise, a bit og hope stands frozen in both their hearts. Who your spirit is to follow in this story will be the right path for you. Time... a never ending scream of pain, hatred, and existance. It acts like a book, and reads like a poem. With too many riddles and rymes on a long assortmant of pages that keep going into this story.... But eventually, all stories end with a happy ending.... This ending will be my final solitude....
A red claoked man stood infront of a large window that reached from the floor to the ceiling in the black and dark chamber. The floor looked like dried of magma, or a demonic acid that can freeze in black pools beneath a person's feet.
Outside, thunder boomed and cracked as rain collided with the glass on the window and slipped down to the bottom of the tower.... A long long journey to the bottom....
Creeeeeaaaakk A nearby door went, a heavy door made of bones and the same dark material that was on the floor to glue the pieces together into its shape. The clacking sound of feet echoed across the floor and stopped behind the the sin the Dark Lord was.
"M-My... my l-leige. There's seems... seems to be a t-terrible problem...we have a-...."
"Are you trembling Damoda...?" His voice was deep, emotionless, and most of all, eerie.
"N-No! It's just... it's this storm! Yes, the storm! It effects my kind's body.... Terribly sorry."
The man turned around while his cape flowed gracefully behind him. His face was covered by shadows, and all that was seen in the pitch of darkness was one embery red eye, peircing at the man called Damoda."A fool is a man made of lies and cowardance...."
He approached him and without a chance to even flinch, or scream, the Lord's hand was crushed into the man's skull, and blood was trickling over his fingers, onto the floor.
"Such a fool in my castle... will be personally sent to hell."
With that, he lit the body drop from his hand and land with a thump on the floor. "Think of it... as an honor...." He let out a sinister smile as the door slammed shut, and the room returned to its silent darkness. The man... or what many viewed as a man strided over to his throne, sitting down and ignoring the dead corpse on the floor. He thought hard about his ervants. Loyal, or not loyal to his power? There was one he perferred to keep and eye on. Dylan was troublesom. He was young, pure, and was never diciplined. Such things worried him, and yet, such things kept him ammused. Ammusement was supplied by not knowing what the young boy was doing, but then again... the Dark Lord does know all.Dylan opened the door of his clinic to see a man clutching his shoulder outside. He instintively folded back his wings so they were out of view, as the man was obviously human. "I-I need help," he said, looking up at Dylan. Dylan stepped aside to let him in.
He had no idea how people could fall for his trick. His was the only building around not reduced to rubble, so common sense would tell people to stay away. Some days he wished he could put up a sign, telling everyone that he worked for the Dark Lord. But he was too afraid.
The man sat in the small room, concentrating on the ground. Dylan opened his mouth to warn him, to tell him to leave, as there were demons in the back room ready to get him. But he closed it.
"I-I'll be right back," he said, heading into the back room. He nodded to the two beings waiting impatiently there, avoiding their eyes. He pressed a button on the wall near him and heard the locks click. There was no way out for the poor man.
He was left alone in the room, and heard screams from the waiting area. He pressed his head to his hand against the wall, filled with hate for what he was doing. "Next time," he muttered, "next time I'll let them go." Dylan was recently sent out under orders to kill the remaining residents of this town. He had said it needed to be 'cleansed,' but he didn't understand what it was to be cleansed of. "Let's see... she has long, grey hair and brown eyes. So, how am I supposed to know the difference between a resident and this girl?" He thought about this for a moment ,remembering the words of his lord. I will just know, he said. I guess if I don't know it's her, she'll end up dead anyway.... He shuffled a bit nervously. What if he let the next villager go and it was her? He would have missed his chance to rid of her. "The worst part of this mess... I think is not knowing.The sound of light shoes crunched against the rubble outside the building, jolting his head up and out of thought. He shivered, not sure how much more he would have to kill before he had completely lost his mind. A girl opened the door and put on a cheery smile, keeping weapons hidden under her cloak. "Is there a doctor in the house? I need a little assistance please!" She called out, waiting for someone to come out and 'assist' her. She sat on a small table used for patients and she swang her legs, humming to herself. Dylan filled with dread. He wasn't expecting someone right now.
He went out into the front room and his eyes grew wide. "You!" he said, looking at the back room. "You're the one they're all searching for," he said, in a much quieter tone so they wouldn't be overheard. His expression darkened. Oh my God, this is happening way to fast! He knew that if he just let this one person go, he might make a difference. But dare he go against the Dark Lord, when his assistants were a couple rooms away?
"Listen, you've got to get out of here," he said, beckoning her off of the table. "We're....we're closed." She gave a slight grin, opening up the cloak to reveal her weapons. "I knew there was something weird about this place." She muttered with a sigh before clearing her throat. "Well doc, I've been getting terrible pains in the head. Perhaps maybe a painkiller or two from the back room?" She said loudly so he couldn't try and send her off without anyone realising. She wore a large grin on her face and she covered the weapons again, taking a hand and nudging the doctor slightly. "Go on and don't tell them I know." She hissed under her breath with a frown before replacing it instantly with the large grin. "No, really, he won't like it...He'll know I helped you. Please, just leave, I'll tell them you were one of us..." he said, heading towards the back room. He swallowed hard. He didn't doubt that she could take them on- she had survived so far, after all. But if his assistants were killed in his clinic, it would certainly look as if the girl had been forewarned...
And that would mean serious trouble for him.She suddenly glared at him, the grin fading. "I advise you go on ahead or else I will bust in there and kill them and then I'll slit your throat open. So I suggest you go. Now." She hissed in an angry tone. She was only half serious about it, she would break in there by herself if she had to but she wouldn't slit his throat. But she made it very convincing. She was good at those things. Instantly her grin came back and she slid off the table. "Do you want me to go get them doc? I know which ones so maybe I should go and get them." She said, moving towards the door and looking back at him with an innocent look. "Come on doc..." She whispered with a mischievous grin. Dylan whiped the sweat off his forehead with his hand. He almost felt like laughing. "You really are something, arn't you?" he said quietly, returning to his normal expression. Already his mind was racing. She could kill them, he could drag them out to the street. No one would know where they died and who killed them except he and the girl, and if she ever got the chance to tell on him, she'd be dead in an instant as well. He wouldn't be under suspicion; there was always blood in that room. He wouldn't be under watch the whole time, he'd have some freedom until he found more helpers, and maybe he could escape in that time...
No. He was being much too optomistic.
Even if he got away with it, he'd just be right back where he started. Only with different helpers.
He entered the back room, pressed the button, and nodded to the two."Where is Dylan...?" That eerie voice again that seemed to echo beneath his breath like a spinning tunnel of fear.
This time, a woman in a maid like gown was at his call. She bowed, her face almost like the Lord's, shadowed out besides her demonic, neon eyes. "My Lord. Master Dylan was sent on a private mission in one of the first destroyed towns. He is posing as a doctor, and destryoing inposters, resenters, and innocents as you ordered."
The man was juggling a thin wine glass in his hand as he sat on throne made of black marble, and covered over with a large, blood red blanket. Perhaps at one time white.
Suddenly, he let out a chuckle, but it was sooon folllwed by a maniacal laughter that seemed as though made the thunder outside explode in the air over his presence.
The maid stared at his sudden show of behavior with an emotionless expression. "My Lord. If I may ask, what humor do you find?"
The Dark Lord stood up slowly, and walked towards the window again, his boots clacking everytime one touched the floor. When he reached the window, and ran one hand down it while the other took emited a small ball of flame that was screaming lightly as it burned rather than making the sound of wood cracking.
He gently pushed the ball onto his arm and smiled as it began to burnt a hole, digging deeper, and deeper, until it fell out the other side and onto the floor... where it vanished.
Blood dripped rapidly from the hole as he turned to look at his maid again.
"It's time to come up with some dicipline...."
The blood soon stopped dripping, and the hole was recovering all on its own, bone and all, until it was perfect. He smirked as the maid rushed over and picked up the wine glass, than rushed over to the blood. She scooped up some in the now empty glass and gave it to him, watching as he placed it to his lips, gently drinking his second glass of his own wine.
Dylan... has been a bad boy....
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 12:54 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 1:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 1:12 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 1:16 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 1:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 1:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 1:42 pm
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