Roleplay characters. ******** with them and they'll ******** you up.
The man-demon called Jack was single-handedly responsible for hundreds, if not thousands, of murders and tragedies and horrors over the centuries. In the thirteenth century he'd been born, the single cursed offspring of a human male and a demon female. Abandoned by both of those who has proginated him, he was raised by a knight of the local lord. When Jack turned fifteen, he killed him.
The man-demon's crowning achievement was in England, in the late nineteenth century. The murder of over a dozen whores, the bodies of only half his victims ever found. He justified the murders, convinced in his broken mind that the whores had been carrying demon-children, demon-children like himself. Only one of the dead women had been with child, and that child was her brother's.
As the twentieth century drew to a close, the demon was discovered and hunted by the Coven, a coterie of witch-hunters that commanded the British countryside and mastered the same black magicks held by the women they persecuted. The Coven saw Jack for what he was: a madman, a murderer, a demon. Tall, scarecrow-lean, with dead, pale blue eyes; and a mouth, thin-lipped and cruel, that was filled with broken and pointed and filed teeth. His lower lip was scarred and ruined by those shrapnel teeth. The teeth of a barracuda. The teeth of a demon.
Magickless, armed only with his wicked knives, his demented mind, his animal wit, Jack fled the Coven, fled across the sea to a small New England town in America, not far from Salem, where America's own witches and demons had met their fiery ends. The Coven followed, relentless, heartless.
There was a girl, young, and naive; her mind was open to spirits, to demons, to beasts not of God. As the Coven drew close, breathing black magicks down Jack's neck, he leapt into the girl's head and sealed his entrance shut behind him.
And the Coven lost his trail.
Now, more than seven years after Jack bound his soul to the girl-child's, imprisoned himself within her human mind, human body in a desperate bid to save his own life, her control over her reality was slipping. Her mind was fracturing from the force of his soul in her body, and as she fought to stay together, Jack sank deeper into the crevices and cracks in her mind and her soul. Irrevocably, irreparably, they were bound, and it was his rasping, grating voice that guided her, though she spoke in the dark, cynical tones of a woman. It was his dead, unshining eyes she saw when she looked in the mirror, though others saw eyes of a shimmering, chestnut darkness.
She was breaking, but they were binding still faster, and now, one could not exist without the other.
Names: Jack and Elizabeth.
Ages: Nearly eight centuries; almost nineteen.
Traits: Bloodthirsty. Insane. Driven. Fanatically devoted to Elizabeth's safety. Beaten. Cynical. Hard. Finds refuge in Jack, and in Jack alone.
Biography: See above.
Appearance: A young woman slightly shorter than is average; she wears heels to manufacture an illusion of height. Her eyes are cold and dark, made up heavily with black kohl, but glint with internal humor; dark hair falls to her mid-back, brightened with crimson in the ends and in the bangs that frame her face. Recently she has taken to wearing a pair of slim, black-framed glasses, as if repairing ailing vision could repair her ruined mind. Her nostril and tongue are pierced, silver hoops in her ears; around her neck is a wide black silk ribbon tied in a bow, and a piece of quartz crystal that hangs from a leather thong. She dresses in black; charcoal jeans, a dark tank top that showcases her ample chest and tiny waist. Her smile is cold. It doesn't reach her eyes.
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Didjoo miss me terribly? I Lost my The Orignal Pope account...
so now I'm Poperazzi.
How you be?
Then, I changed my mind.
You're right though. I should drop in and say <span ******** you</span> hello.
I'm sorry...
Anyway, I've been traveling between a few threads, and I've been on my mule more lately.
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