[Other FULL] Stella Matutina: DEMON HUNTERS [OOC] [M]

[Skymin]

Stella Matutina:

DEMON HUNTERS

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"Wer mit Ungeheuern kämpft, mag zusehn, dass er nicht dabei zum Ungeheuer wird. Und wenn du lange in einen Abgrund blickst, blickt der Abgrund auch in dich hinein."

"He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you."​

Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil (1886)​

"For as long as there has been man, there have been demons to thwart man. And for long as there have been demons, there has been man to fight demons. It is a bitter cycle, one which has challenged us to this day, to this hour, to this very second.

Many of us have asked ourselves: what exactly are demons? And what brings them to Earth? Why do they fight us? Some say they are manifestations of the human emotion. Some say they are simply the ghosts of living beings with a mad thirst for death. All that we are truly certain of is that if we refuse to fight back, it will be the end of humanity.

Yet, for each demon we exorcise, we ask ourselves: when will this vicious cycle stop? When will we get the peace that we have deserved for thousands of millennia?

Ladies and gentlemen, that peace starts with you! Every choice we make and every sacrifice we take goes towards the greater good, and that one day we may walk this Earth without worrying about what might be lurking around the corner, or that we may go to sleep without checking underneath the bed at night.

You are the path to that bright future! You are the keys to the doors of peace and light!

Welcome to Stella Matutina! Welcome... to the Order of the Morning Star!"​

The hall erupted into a round of applause. This is the speech the Magus, Gabriel Aggelos, the head of Stella Matutina gives every year at the Order's opening presentation. And this year, you have the pleasure of hearing it in the flesh, as you sit in the hall of Stella Matutina, in the city of Griffin, California. You have, some way or another, been successful in joining the Order of the Morning Star and today is your very first day.

The world we know is two sides of a coin: Canaan, the human world and the one we exist in today and Gehenna, the demon world, unseen and unreachable. Underneath the naked eye, demons have plagued humanity for as long as anybody can remember, slipping through cracks between the two worlds.

But hunters who live to protect the world that we live in, use everything in their power to stop the imbalance in the world. Where there has been demons to hunt and feed on humans, there have been humans to hunt and sought out demons. This is the way the world has been for as long as time has known. Nobody is sure who threw the first punch or the cause for the ongoing, yet silent war, only that many people have died for it.

To those who are ignorant to Gehenna and do not believe in demons, they appear as either invisible or a basic form of what they are (for example, a cat sidhe or cat demon may appear as a house cat). However, those who know of and fully believe in Gehenna or have ever been struck by a demon see them for what they are: often toting a variety of features including horns, spines, strange colouring, fangs, claws or red eyes.

Only one thing has stopped humanity from completely wiping out demon-kind: The Decay. When a human kills a higher-ranking demon for the first time, they absorb its spirit. From this point forward, killing demons and being in demonic presence ignites the Decay, and the human slowly takes the form of the first demon they killed, both in mind and body. A veteran demon hunter can be easily seen by how much they look like a demon themselves.

The Decay can be slowed or reversed with time or a mixture of herbs of sorts but there is no known cure for it.

TERMINOLOGY

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The Decay
The incurable disease which plagues a person after they have killed their first demon. Once one has the Decay, the presence of Demons will speed the process and the person will become more like the first demon they killed, both in mind and body. It can only be slowed or reversed with time or certain remedies. Low-levelled demons, such as familiars, emit a low miasma which only slow the healing instead enforcing the Decay. The more powerful the demon, the more Decay they emit. Once the Decay has reached its limit, a person will fully transform into a demon.

One who possess the Decay is considered half demon and are able to give the Sight. The Sight is the ability to see demons, which is only given to those who have been wounded by a demon or decayed, or fully believe in them and Gehenna.


Elements
There exist five elements: ignis (fire), urere (rot), aer (air), humus (earth) and aqua (water). Each being, both human and demon, possess a natural element and although each element can be learned and harnessed through means of magic, the natural element is the strongest. One's natural element can be found through testing magic, however one who is unskilled or unable to use magic may never find their natural element.

One's natural element is also known to be genetic and it is common for the natural element of a parent to show in their children.

Ignis is control over fire and heat and represents destruction. Fire demons are chaotic and can be unpredictable and full of rage.
Urere is pestilence; disease and sickness. It is often showed in the form of spores or fungi. Rot demons can be slow or almost harmless, but when underestimated can inflict poison and sickness.
Aer is control over the wind and symbolises freedom.
Humus is the earth and soil and demons possessing it are often strong and unmoving.
Aqua is control over water and represents calmness and reliability.

Elements also have their own strengths and weaknesses against each other, and an element wheel exists to portray this: Fire beats Rot, Rot beats Air, Air beats Earth, Earth beats Water, Water beats Fire, etc.


Griffin, California
A smaller (fictional) city located a few hours north of Los Angeles on the edge of a forest beside Ascot Lake. Ignatii do live here, but those who are intune with the demons are aware that Griffin possess a higher presence of demons compared to other cities and towns.


Ignaritores/Ignatii
Those who cannot see demons and do not possess the Sight. Interchangeable when referring to innocents people who are not involved with demons in any way, even if they do possess the Sight.

The form a human or demon takes when seen by a person who does not possess the Sight is known as their Ignatii Form. One's Vera or True Form is the form a human or demon takes when seen by a person who possess the Sight.


Stella Matutina/The Order of the Morning Star
Founded in the late 1800s/early 1900s, it is a prestigious organisation with headquarters around the world. Their sole duty is to protect the world from demonic harm and to find peace between Gehenna and Canaan. They have several offices posted all around the world, however Griffin's headquarters serves as the main base of operations and is the only office that Stella Matutina teaches the art of demon hunting.

The Griffin HQ sits on a 10 hectare campus towards the edge of town, near Ascot Lake, vacating an old, Anglican old boys college originally built in the 1870s. Once the school hit bankruptcy in the 1920s, Stella Matutina moved from their old HQ, previously a church, and bought the land. It features many of the original buildings, but have outfitted them to suit their needs, including a food hall, weapon storage and underground, a prison and safekeeping of dangerous, unkillable but dormant demons.

As there are a number of wards protecting the campus, Ignatii are naturally uncurious of the area and tend to stay away. To them, it seems like a prestigious special school of sorts. The illusions is effective until an Ignatii is purposely brought inside the gates and told of its true form. This however is strictly forbidden by Stella Matutina for more annoyance and inconvenience sake than the protection of its identity to the Ignatii.

All knowledgeable demon hunters, classed or unclassed, knows of this organisation. However, it is not the most well known or the most successful: those roles lie to organisations such as the Order of the Golden Dawn or Alpha et Omega.

The leader of the order is known as the Magus, a title which currently belongs to Gabriel Aggelos.

CLASSES

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Unclassed Fighter -- Zero / Imperitus

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Unclassed is where a Hunter usually begins, and are often without direction, without magic and have dabbled in skills and techniques without professional teaching. They are often self taught hunters who equip a variety of weapons, though never truly master them like a classed Hunter does. They are often the subject of ridicule from classed hunters and are never taken seriously until they receive proper training. They are rugged, raw but are the most common to be brought into orders before properly trained into fully-fledged Demon Hunters. However, there are some that choose to stay as Zeroes, using their raw talent as an unpredictable advantage on the battlefield.

Also known as Loners, Nemos, Nobodies, Masks or Faceless.

Melee-based Fighter -- Beater / Bellatores

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A Beater is a close-range fighter who battles with swords, axes, polearms, fists and any other form of melee weaponry. Defensively and offensively, Beaters are meant to be the strongest, capable of taking and dealing heavy blows. Esteemed Beaters are awarded with weapons of 'Arcane Steel', which have the capacity to allow the user to make contracts with high-level demons, contain them and use their abilities in battle. Beaters are the most common class for hunters as they are versatile and its techniques are easily translated to any other class and normal-day tasks.

Also known as Knights, Warriors, Soldiers, Mercenaries, Tanks, Paladins and Swordsmen.

Ranged-based Fighter -- Strider / Iaculatores

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A Strider is a long-range fighter who battles with snipers, bows and arrows, crossbows, firearms and any other form of ranged weaponry. Striders are trained to move fast around the battlefield and to shoot with the upmost accuracy. Striders and Beaters are often trained together in pairs as the two work together in almost every situation. Striders have also been known to co-ordinate with Healers to create deadly poisons, or use magic itself as ammunition.

Also known as Gunners, Dragoons, Archers, Assassins, Thieves, Snipers, Marksmen, Gunmen and Rangers.

Demon-summoning-based Fighter -- Summoner / Convocatores

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A Summoner is one who can create contracts with demons and by using a tarot card, keys, jewellery or any other magic item, drawing a magic circle or reciting a passage. By proving their contract with blood, demons can be summoned and used in battle. Summoners are not only rare as they require a natural talent and high level of spirit but are the most susceptible to decaying as they are constantly in the presence of demons. Summoners can also have familiars, which are small demons which emit low levels of decay and are kept by their sides. Summoners are also proficient in magic, and can use grimoires and staffs as well.

Also known as Tamers, Dark Mages, Contractors, Gypsies and Trainers.

Demon-possessing-based Fighter -- Ghost / Arbitores

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A Ghost is one who can possess friendly or enemy demons through means of using a tarot card, keys, jewellery or any other magic item, drawing a magic circle or reciting a passage. Much like Summoners, they require a natural talent but are the most sacrificial and hardest class to master, as the decay works fastest on Ghosts on a mental state due to being inside the demon. Once a Ghost has taken control of a demon, their bodies are lifeless and defenceless and must be protected, or the Ghost could be trapped inside the demon forever if their original body is killed. It is common for Ghosts to be pushed out of a demon and back into their own bodies (or if their body is dead, into limbo) if they have a weak will or the demon they are overshadowing has a strong one. Ghosts and Summoners are often paired together as a Summoner can successfully summon a demon and the Ghost will overshadow it.

Ghosts share their alternate names with Summoners, but are also known as Spirits or Possessors.

Medic-based Fighter -- Healer / Sanatores

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A Healer is a support fighter, healing, creating wards and buffs to help their fellow fighters and using magic and hexes to debuff enemies. Doctors not only have an extensive knowledge on the human body, but can recognise a certain type of wound and heal it correctly. They also have a high proficiency in magic and can wield magic based weapons such as grimoires and staffs. In some cases, a Healer with knowledge of Summoning can create a contract with a demon to assist with healing, but using so much magic over time greatly increases the decay.

Also known as Doctors, Medics, Clerics or White Mages.

Scripture-based Fighter -- Aria / Oratores

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An Aria is one who chants holy and biblical scriptures to defeat demons. They also have a high proficiency in magic and can wield magic based weapons such as grimoires and staffs. Their power lies within their words however, as reciting a demon's 'death verse' instantly exorcises it. As chanting a death verse takes time and draws attention to themselves, Arias are dependable on their comrades and are useless when solo in a battle. Their acute memory makes them the best scholars and sources of knowledge.

Also known as Chanters, Singers, Priests or most religious based names.

DISCLAIMER: Classes are not restricted to their recommended weaponry. If you want a Summoner who wields guns, by all means, go for it as long as you outline it in your class or miscellaneous. Just be aware they won't be as good as a Strider that wields guns.

FAQ

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• Is the Decay inherited?
  No. However some demon hunting families may have traditions where they have new hunters kill a certain type of demon as their 'initiation', the decay cannot be passed on to children.
  
  
• Is anyone immune to the Decay?
  There have been records of people unable to contract the disease, but there have not been any cases of immunity in decades.
  
  
• Is there such as thing as a demi-demon or a person born from demon and human?
  No. Despite rumours and myths, a demon cannot impregnate a human and visa versa.
  
  
• Are all demons evil or harmful to humans?
  Actually, no! Though the majority of demons are hostile and their natural instinct is to cause harm, not all demons follow their true nature. Some just want to be left alone, while others live alongside humans (such as familiars and some contract demons). Some demons can disguise themselves as ignatii family pets while others blend into the cityscape. For most hunters, demons are not to be attacked (either out of mercy, respect or pure laziness) unless they are a threat to humanity.
  
  
• What era is this set in?
  Modern day! So cell phones exist, the internet is real etc etc. Some people might work on traditional or historic ways of exorcising demons, but the era is definitely 2015.

more will be added as new questions arise.

RULES

• Activity! It's one of the things that I ask of most. You're making a commitment, but that's not saying life doesn't come first! Just remember to post regularly and if things do come up, please tell me!
• No godmodding, powerplaying, etc.
• This RP is rated M for mature! Swearing, gore and adult themes are expected!
• There are no proper number of 'spots'. Instead, there will be sections in the roleplay where new members can appropriately join. if the roleplay has started and you'd like to join, express interest, and I'll see about slotting you in.
• It's possible to be at any skill level and join Stella Matutina but for your character to benefit the most out of joining it, they must be a beginner hunter, self taught or raised in a hunter family, have not 'professionally' hunted and only recently or have not yet chosen their class. Higher level hunters could be part of this years recruits but it would have made more sense for a higher level hunter to have been recruited earlier.
• It's also possible to have not read the terminology section and still sign up. Just be aware your character will be quite out of the know!
• As usual, feel free to ask me any questions!

SIGN-UP TEMPLATE

NAME: (include any nicknames)
DATE OF BIRTH: (dd/mm/yyyy, usually over the age of 18 but there has been cases of younger hunters)
GENDER: (go nuts)
HUNTER CLASS: (one of the seven above, or if your character hasn't decided, you can just put Zero)
AFFINITY: (natural element (see elements in the terminology) affinity. if none or unknown, just put n/a)

APPEARANCE: (either written or a decent, full body image or both. if your character has suffered decay, make sure to include both normal (ignatii) appearance and decayed (vera or true) appearance)
HISTORY: (make it as long as you desire. what i want most of of this is how your character was introduced to demon hunting and how they found their way into the order)

FIRST DEMON SLAYED: (simply describe what kind of demon. include pictures if you want. however it is possible to join the Order of the Morning Star and not have killed a demon, therefore not have suffered any Decay if you are a skilled hunter who has something else kill for you. it is common for summoners or hunters who were brought into hunting by a friend of family member to not have been inflicted)

RP SAMPLE: (please provide a sufficient sample, describing either the first time your character encountered a demon and killed it, therefore forcing the Decay on themselves, or perhaps how they found their way into the Order of the Morning Star. something that will describe their personality well)
MISCELLANEOUS: (anything extra worth mentioning)

ACCEPTED HUNTERS

Rose Emilia Ardent - Skymin
Taylor Jackson - SV
Adelaide Ileana Rosaria - Nakuzami
Catherine Eska Von Gosridam & Novula Krytis - 「sarcasm
Naida Tuanama - Retro Bug
Clinton & Miles Uta'i - Swolligator
Manami Yoshida - ANARCHit3cht
Rachel Renée Robinson - Data_Error
Ian Hardgrove - Reportmyname
Tyler Boone - Ozymandias
Gabriel Ferreira - The Last Sentinel

MISCELLANEOUS

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image references:
stella matutina banners made by me
Future train market by nkabuto
Demon's World by nkabuto
allison argent by Elekk Poodoo
Something That Represents Your Favorite Culture by sachiteng

special thanks to
to my pals in the skype chat for reading my crap
to decs for my giving me good latin translations and not killing me when i ruined them
thanks to ao no exorcist, strangelykatie, suzanne geary and all those monster girl blogs i follow for giving me art fuel.
to my computer for keeping the .txt file with my notes in it alive for like 2 years

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[Stinging Bea]

Oh, wow... I think I totally wanna do this. :I

 

[Skymin]

<3 thanks for the interest guys! looking forward to seeing your characters :P

 

[Nakuzami]

Demons and magic. Can't say I'm not intrigued, and I'm certainly interested in the Summoner class. I'll see about making a SU tomorrow.

EDIT: Almost done. I'll add the RP Sample later. Done.

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NAME: Adelaide Ileana Rosaria ("Addie" or "Della")
DATE OF BIRTH: June 6^th, 1993; 21 years of age
GENDER: Female
HUNTER CLASS: Summoner
AFFINITY: Aqua

APPEARANCE: At six foot one (185.42cm), Adelaide's slender frame towers over most others and gives her a powerful hundred and eighty pounds (81.65kg) to work with. Her pale complexion shows her habit of staying indoors, and her hygiene is exceptional, with her never allowing herself to remain dirty for long. Her naturally auburn hair is died a light rose color, falling just past her shoulders with the top layer of the back kept in a neat braid. She has heterochromia: her right eye being a deep blue and her left being a brilliant green. Her eyes are normally accented by eyeliner and a light layer of eye shadow, she usually wears a dark red lipstick and her ears are adorned with two red clasps. Her facial features are sharp, her chest isn't prominent, and her muscles are rather toned thanks to her participation in track and field throughout high school.

Her general attire is rather variable, consisting of numerous coordinated outfits when she's in public, and tee-shirts, hoodies and yoga pants when she's at home.

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HISTORY: Adelaide was raised in southern Florida suburbia by her brother and his husband, as their parents were removed from the picture rather early on. When Adelaide was four, her mother took a trip to London, but never came back. Her father raised her and her brother until Adelaide was eleven, when he died from a sever case of influenza. Addie's brother, Alvise, turned eighteen not long after, and so assumed responsibility of Adelaide. He married his long time boyfriend, Eric, four years later. She remained with them until she was twenty, when she moved to California to join the Stella Matutina.

As a child, Adelaide was quiet and reserved. She mostly kept to herself, but she did enjoy hanging out with friends occasionally. She maintained high marks in school and participated in a number of extracurricular activities, including various theatre and art clubs, as well as track. Once her father died, however, she practically stopped talking to others altogether, save for a few friends she'd already made. It was at that point that she began delving into more solitary pursuits, such as taking an interest in spiritual matters, specifically the occult. It was more a hobby than anything serious, and mostly constituted an intrigue with the arcana and divination.

Eventually she began exploring runes, their meanings, and their uses. She memorized numerous sigils and began toying around with them, not truly expecting any results. And, for the most part, she got none, or at least none that she noticed. It was during one of these experiments that she pulled off the seemingly impossible, managing to accidentally summon . . . something. She was a sixteen year old doing nothing more than playing with "magic" trinkets when it happened, but it happened nonetheless. Somehow she succeeded in activating one of the conjuration runes within her grimoire, summoning a demon. It was a small, harmless demon, but it opened up a whole new world to Adelaide.

From that point on, Adelaide's slight interest in the occult evolved into what could be called an academic obsession. She attempted every spell and trick within her grimoire, which resulted in a few successes and many failures, and then she began searching for more spells in any relevant book or website she could find. Over the course of the next four years, she learned the basics of summoning demons, honed her spell casting skills and discovered that she held a particular affinity to water magicks, and figured out how to properly identify a demon's true form.

During her studies, she learned of demon hunters and various demon hunting organizations. Before she'd read up on them, it hadn't even occurred to her that demon hunting was a thing, since she had never encountered nor summoned a dangerous demon; irksome, sure, but never dangerous. It was also during that time that she learned about the Decay, which was an entirely foreign concept to her, and it served only to turn her off of the idea of demon hunting. Still, she wanted to learn as much as she could about magic and the demon world Gehenna, so she moved to Griffin, California, on her twentieth birthday in the hopes of joining the Stella Matutina. She would reside there for a year before she would be successful in entering the organization.

FIRST DEMON SLAYED: None

RP SAMPLE: "What's this?"

Addie glanced to the side, busy mixing the ingredients for the strawberry upside-down cake. "Strawberry pretzel salad. It's basically strawberries in jello on top of a layer of cream cheese and a layer of pretzels. It's good!"

Her friend, Amber, nodded. "Okay, then. Is this strawberry bread? And there's strawberry muffins here, and then chocolate covered strawberries over there. I mean, wow."

Addie finished prepping the cake and put it into the oven. "There's also a strawberry rhubarb pie in the fridge, and I'm making some filet mignon topped with balsamic strawberries."

"May I ask why?"

Addie closed the oven, wiped off her hands on her apron, and then slowly turned to Amber. "I bought a lot of strawberries."

She took off her apron and set it on the counter, taking a seat at the dining room table so she could view the television in the living room. "Oh, I'm also going to make some strawberry smoothies."

Amber took a seat across from Addie, giggling a bit as she did so. "Anyways, how goes the application for the, um, the thing?"

Addie gave a small smile. Amber was her best friend here in California, and she'd told her a bit about Gehenna and her interest in the occult, but Amber didn't truly believe in it. She thought it was interesting, certainly, but she was now as Adelaide had been as a teenager: she enjoyed the thought of it all, but to her it was nothing more than an amusing pastime. Because of that, she couldn't see demons in their true forms and couldn't fully understand Adelaide. Adelaide had never summoned a demon or performed magic in her presence, and she had no intentions to.

"Not sure," she responded. "I'm still waiting to hear back from them, though I plan to physically seek them out in a few days if I don't hear anything."

Amber raised a skeptical eyebrow. It was something she did rather often when speaking with Addie on these matters. Adelaide understood her skepticism, though, so it didn't bother her too much.

"Is that the best idea?"

Addie shook her head. "Not sure, but I'll find a way in, one way or another."

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A few hours later Adelaide was left alone to clean the dishes of the evening. As expected, the filet mignon had been delicious, and all the deserts were fantastic. Strawberries were great.

She finished drying and putting away the dishes before turning off the kitchen light and heading into the living room. She lit a few candles and turned off the rest of the lights, taking a seat in the center of the floor.

She pulled out her tarot cards and began creating a specific pattern in front of her. She summoned this demon rather frequently, and once upon a time she would need to go through the process of drawing a sigil on the floor and doing a cliché little chant to call upon him, but now she needed only to use her tarot cards and think about him.

The candles around her briefly flared as a figure materialized before her.

"Again? We just talked yesterday. You've been calling on me for four years and we haven't even made a blood pact!"

Adelaide giggled for a moment. "You were the first demon I summoned, Benji. Besides, you know you love me."

The small demon, Benji, narrowed his eyes at Adelaide. Benji looked to be a sort of conglomeration of different animals: he had long, floppy ears like a lop rabbit; his eyes were a dim grey that occasionally shifted to a piercing yellow; he possessed the face and body of a large cat, and the pattern of his fur had a tendency to flow and change. He also had the ability to manipulate his size, able to grow as large as a tiger.

Basically he was the big kitty cat that Addie enjoyed annoying by summoning him rather frequently.

"I should bite you," the small cat rabbit retorted.

"But you won't."

Benji's nose twitched. "Perhaps not."

"So how've you been since yesterday, Ben? And would you like some strawberry everything?" She asked, prodding the little demon with a piece of strawberry bread.

He swatted the bread away with one of his ears. "No, thank you."

"Suit yourself," Addie said as she popped a piece into her mouth.

"And nothing's changed since yesterday. I mean, come on, you summon me so often I may as well just stick around."

"Oh?" Addie raised an eyebrow, wondering if the little fuzz ball was intentionally hinting at something or if that was just a slip of the tongue.

Benji glanced at Adelaide, looking a bit confused for a moment. "Well, sure, I guess."

Adelaide giggled. "Are you offering to become my familiar?"

"I guess," Benji repeated.

"In that case," Addie started excitedly as she reached for her grimoire, "let me see about a spell for that, or something."

She flipped through the pages until she came across what looked to be a binding spell. "This should do it," she murmured.

She got up and grabbed some chalk, as well as a few specific candles and incense. She took about ten minutes to prepare the spell while Benji watched with some interest off to the side. Once she'd finished the preparations, she plucked a tuft of fur off of Benji, who objected slightly when she did so without asking. She placed the fur in the center of the rune that she'd drawn, sat down and began to recite the spell.

"I don't feel any different," Benji stated once Adelaide had finished speaking.

"Give it a moment," she said. They both waited, Addie opening one eye slightly when she too felt nothing.

"Did it work?" Benji asked.

Addie blinked. "Not sure. But," she continued, "I think you're officially my familiar now. Cool."

MISCELLANEOUS:

• Has never been in any sort of fight, so she's rather useless when she can't cast spells.
• Despite the above, she's not weak and she's a fast runner, thanks to her years on her high school's track team and the habits she's maintained since
• Goes running daily
• Loves strawberries
• Enjoys listening to classical music
• Can play piano pretty darn well, as well as the ukulele and guitar
• Likes watching cartoons

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[Ricochett]

Details ;;

Name: Catherine Eska Von Gosridam / "Catnip" / Eska
Gender: Female
Birth of Date: 4, August
Hunter Class: Strider
Affinity: N/A
Appearance: Curly Beige Hair. Beige Eyes. She is average in weight but easy to carry, her height is at 5'5 ft, average thin body with pianist fingers and a smooth complexion. She usually has her eyes half-lidded or droopy, in a manner of boredom and sleepiness. She feels comfortable with wearing pajamas and wears them everyday in the house, although Catnip is not slobby, there are times where she doesn't take a bath in one whole day or more than one till 4-5 days, depending on her mood and what she is doing/working on. She doesn't mind getting dirty.

With outside clothes, Catherine wears cute-fashioned clothes that consists of a school-like skirt, high-knee socks, boots, fitted t-shirts with vests, anything that looks cute on her. Also carries bags either a backpack or a shoulder bag. She also wears bangles, beanies, knitted hat, depending on the clothes she is wearing. All in all, her fashion style is girly and fashionably cute on her. She wouldn't wear adult clothes or the clothes she thinks are whacky. As said, she wears pajamas and is bare-foot often inside the house.
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Personality ;;

Most of the times, Blunt. "Rude". Occasionally nice. Doesn't give a sh**. Good at keeping secrets and getting information. Techno Genius (including games). Hates screwing up. Likes Violence, Money, Food and Guns. Sometimes uncaring. In a sense: selfish. Thick-skinned. Novula might be the only person she cares about outside her family and pet cat, to an extension: the Krytis family.​

History ;;

She came from a middle family that long before, were once monarchy, high in the society ladder before it came crashing down in forms of corrupted politics and assassinations. A family that took pride on their ancestry even to this day, a part that Catherine only felt it was a pain. although it doesn't mean she doesn't like money, she has and forgotten the reason why she does. (Probably so she can buy and buy technology and guns. In the future.)

Catherine was detached from the world since she was young, not wanting to associate with anyone, even people her age. She got addicted to computer and the likes thanks to her father, as a result, ends up being a shut-in even in later years, goes outside in a few hours randomly and comes back home only to shut herself in again. Her parents tried to push her to be more open but it really doesn't change much, not when she only made the person her parents were trying to make her friends with cry. They bemoaned that she had gotten her attitude from her father's mother, who was very proud of her granddaughter.

Few years later, she would come into being a hacker and another few years later, become professional at it, not only that but also at gathering information, it doesn't mean she doesn't screw up, or that she gets information easily, something that frustrates her. There are parts where she has not known, where it all changed when she met Novula.

It was through her parents, who made good friends with their new neighbor: the Krytis family, a not so normal family in terms of... well, you'll get the drift. She was quite reluctant, maybe he was too, she thought when they were forced to hang out. It took weeks before they became friends in their own terms. Catherine didn't mind him, he wasn't irritating, he was not clingy, he was not stupid, not like the people she had come across. Novula became her first friend, in the few years, he became her best friend and yeah, she starting caring for him, something new to her.

There was an incident though, an incident involving a vicious demon. It was a scary yet fascinating moment for her despite the fact she was injured, inflicted by the demon itself and made her see. It was later, after getting discharged from the hospital, that Novula explained that his family were demon hunters and he was trained into be one, that explained why he was calm about it. Catherine wanted to be a hunter, the world was boring enough and she didn't like that fact that he'd be the only one getting hurt. She really did care about him a lot.

There was an hesitation in Nov's part but later on, his grandfather had taken her as his student. A strider, he says she had the potential and so her training started, her parents took it in stride when they were informed of her situation; the Von Gosridam and Krytis family, through the years, were quite close. His parents had informed her about the demons, the academy, the decays and sights.

And that's how where everything started.​

First Demon Slayed;;

None.
​

Miscellaneous ;;

· She will not miss.
· Her laptops are precious. And food. And money. (And possible Novula.)
· Has a high metabolism. Eats a lot. Like a Snorlax. Her appetite is huge. Same as a Snorlax. Catherine will also eat inedible food, such as burned cooking, not expired though or too rotten and smelly.
· Often seen having a candy in her mouth, such as lollipops. And also a game console in her hands when not fiddling with laptops.
· She doesn't want to reveal her age and will never ever tell. (Only those who had the fortune to look at her birth certificate knows her real age. she's 30 years old)
· Doesn't live with her parents, she lives on her own except she has a co-owner and housemate (unsurprisingly, it's Novula), their parents house are close to theirs. (Only 30 minutes away.)
· Has a pet cat who's actually a demon, not aggressive though.
· Works unofficially, if you know what I mean.
· Rider "Stats/Attributes": Strength - Meh. (4/10) .|. Endurance - Eh. (3/10) .|. Speed - Okay. (6/10) .|. Accuracy - Godlike. (20/10) .|. Intelligence - Depends, really. (Possible 8/10) .|. Information - Do you want her to look at your profile? (13/10) .|. Charisma - ... (-5/10) .|. Willpower - Also depends. (Possible 7/10)​

Spoiler:

Details ;;

Name: Novula Krytis / "Nov"
Gender: Male
Birth of Date: 9, December (26 years old)
Hunter Class: Beater
Affinity: Earth
Appearance: Novula is a pale, 6'2ft tall slender man who has black hair. His teal eyes are hidden by his sunglasses that resembles a glasses and hat. He wears his scarf everywhere he goes. Kinda like a mannequin or a doll (and delicate-looking), he's pale enough to be almost mistaken as a ghost, it doesn't help that he wears black clothing, usually a school uniform. Yes, his clothes consists of school uniforms that are black, maybe he'd might wear a military uniform, he's that strange. Occasionally discards the black jacket... if it's hot enough. He's a neat person.​

Spoiler:

Personality ;;

Quiet. Doesn't say much. Strange. "A mystery". Between Catherine and Novula, the latter is kinder. Totally not a chatterbox. Doesn't react much. Has little presence. Not easy to surprise. Good at b*llsh***ing. Has an odd sense of humor. Kind of monotone. Possibly a Genius. (He's the only one who can defeat Catherine in games.)​

History ;;

His family are hunters, from the moment he became five years old, traditions says that those of that age has to be trained, his grandparents and parents taught him, they were secluded, they didn't go out much, they are private people but they are not hostile and are friendly enough, depending on the person, his family is huge, scattered throughout the world but it was not hard enough to connect the dots that they are family. They were not normal people, such as his name for example. But it does really depend on the person in the family, there were those "normal" enough to have very much less eyes on them.

He was meant to be a strider however, beater mostly suited him as his father had deduced when his grandfather wanted to teach him the long-ranged way, Novula didn't object, he'd rather much be a beater to be honest. And so he was drilled, he was taught, he learned and of course, he didn't go outside much just like his family and that means he didn't have friends outside, and the some of the other families were weirded out, they weren't close to others much, the others didn't initiate or pushed to being close friends with the Krytis family.

That was all before they moved out to another neighborhood, they didn't stay in one place, moving after 5 years or so. That is until the Von Gosridam family came and greeted them with smiles, surprisingly, they became close friends, with the exception of their children, Catherine and Novula. So the parents pushed them to be friends, hoping this time they won't be alone. It didn't pay much until a few weeks later. Novula could see she was reluctant, honestly, at first he didn't cared because he expected this... however, it seems their personalities were compatible, when they realized. (Their parents continued to make them hang out with each other, hoping they could become as close friends as they are.) What was more surprising was that Catherine was the one who says they are now friends.

Their parents were delighted, even more so after years, they'd come to care for each other. Novula at first, was confused and lost, because he really wasn't that sociable and didn't know the feeling of having a friend, not mention, having a close friend like Catherine, who was also not sociable. Huh, maybe that common point was the reason why they became friends. It wasn't a bad feeling, he decided.

And then the certain incident came where he unintentionally dragged his closest friend to his world he did not want to involve her in. He regretted that he couldn't protect her, that his father was the one who killed the demon, coming through their rescue. It was where he wanted to become even more strong, to not let it happen. So he was surprised that Catherine wanted to join, there was hesitation on his part but she was looking at him with those eyes that said she not taking a "no" for an answer. (Later on, she'd tell him that she didn't want to be left behind and that she was sticking with him. Well, that was he interpreted. That and it was exciting.)

His grandfather didn't hesitate to take her as his student, wanting to pass his knowledge and skills of being a strider to her, he really wanted a strider and Catherine was someone they considered family. Grandfather also implied that since he was a beater and the most commonly partner a beater has is a strider. Maybe that was his other reason?

And that is how they came to be, and how they started going to the academy together.​

First Demon Slayed;;

None.​

Miscellaneous ;;

· He's in love with Catherine. Or so they think, or so he says, rumors are a hassle aren't they?
· The scarf is a gift from her, hence why he always wears it. Even in Summer. (Though Catherine does tell him, no, he can't.)
· His family is "weird", "odd" and "strange".
· His Father and Grandmother were students of Golden Dawn.
· Music Lover. Sometimes, he brings his music player with him.
· Also sometimes carries Catherine when she asks (and even if she doesn't)
· Plays guitar.
· He doesn't like violence but doesn't mind it.
· Time to time, he changes his sunglasses.
· You can't find one without the other, that's the way it goes, Nov and Catnip are both inseparable. Rarely they split up and they do things almost together.
· They receive monthly allowance.
· Beater "Stats/Attributes": Strength - Hercules, maybe. (8/10) .|. Endurance - Psssh, no sweat. (10/10) .|. Speed - Decent. (5/10) .|. Accuracy - Alright. (7/10) .|. Intelligence - Uhhh? (?/10) .|. Information - Secretive much? (?/10) .|. Charisma - A common trait with Catherine. (-50/10) .|. Willpower - Too many secrets. Guh. (?/10)​

Writing Sample ;;

Tap tap tap. Were the only sounds echoing in the dark, dark room, the only source of light in the shape of a square, a dark figure hunched down as their fingers smash the keyboard buttons, typing in an incredible speed that no amateur could pull through-

Nah, the room wasn't that dark, it isn't dark in the first place, even with the windows shut, for it wasn't nighttime; it was daytime. It was just Catherine typing, a bored expression splashed on her face as she stared to the screen of her laptop. She was on the ground, on each side of her were laptops, from the looks of it: 3 or more, not including the other technologies such as the personal computer on her room, not just one but three. Was she rich? No, she wasn't that rich, Catherine knew how to build them back up and fix them, buying the destroyed ones from a cheap price compared to buying a new one and making them new again, depending on the difficulties.

She wasn't a technology genius for nothing and hey, she wasn't just a professional hacker and informant too. (No, she was not involve in an crime investigation police nor the government.)

There was a creak coming from the door to her room, she didn't paid it in mind to the sound, not even the padding of footsteps coming near her, she had stopped at the same time the 'intruder' crouched down, fingers still, she looked at them, unguarded and relaxed. Beige met Teal. One droopy, one blank.

"Groceries?" Says Catherine, not a question.

With an excellent poker face, Novula nodded.

She looked at her current attire: her comfy pajamas, mournfully, "I guess I'll change then." Drats, if only wearing pajamas outside was a rule.

.
.​

After kicking him out to change clothes, rather reluctantly, they made way to the supermarket, a 15 minute walk away, taking their time to choose food that would last for at least for 2 weeks with the occasional eyes flickering to them, lingering on her companion before looking away. The reactions were vary, yet they did not care, they were used to it and didn't mind. It was silent, food shopping to walking home, the rustle of plastics in their hand the only sounds between them, they didn't it, the silence was not uncomfortable, they didn't need words that much to understand one another, they've been together for years, it was not surprising. (And the fact they were not talkative people.)

"So," Catherine started, breaking the peaceful tranquility, "we're going that school in one week, huh." It was a casual statement, as casual as she was anyway, there was something in her tone that Novula could hear. He tilted his head down in an answer, whispers of regret floating to her. She reached out, clutched his sleeve and tugged, in response; he brushed a hand against hers, unsaid words spoken and understood.

It's okay.

I'm sorry.

I know.

.
.

"Hey... you know I'm not that dumb."

"..."

"I'm not going to leave."

"..."

"Nothing is going to stop me, not even you, I'm not the kind of person to step back."

"..."

"You can't make me, we're stuck together whether you like it or not."

"...Thank you."

.
.​

​

 

[Retro Bug]

I don't appreciate you releasing this without exclusively telling me... but you'll have a SU as soon as I can muster my fingers to do the work.

 

[disciplish]

Oh man, I'm really interested after giving a quick skim- first thing that's caught my eye in a while. You might force my hand and make me drop an SU. Man. Would that be cool or what.

I'll assume yes and probably have something up in a few days

 

[Skymin]

The personality I get from the RP sample as well as get a feeling of your writing style. Two birds one stone!!

EDIT: since i've been asked this like three times now, the era is modern day. so your character can wear fancy clothes and have a cell phone!

 

[Ricochett]

Oh? So that also means my character can use a laptop!

I still haven't thought of my character's solid personality, only the basics.

A computer hacker geek to breeze over getting information or shz, who has a love for five things: money, food, ranged-weapons, sleep and... violence. E-yap, that's the basic. lol.

 

[Skymin]

Rose Emilia Ardent
> born august 19th, 1993
> ignis based strider/iaculatores

APPEARANCE:
In the eyes of the ignatii, Rose is built well for combat: she's lean and nimble, but has inherited her mother's hourglass figure, giving her a wide waist. Her hair is a reddish-brown, flowing long down her back but is often up and in a bun to keep it out of the way. She stands at nearly 170cm tall and weighs 65kg. Her eyes are hazel, being a deep green with flecks of brown within. Her skin is slightly tanned with the odd freckle here and there.

Her true form is the addition of two bony protrusions from her skull and a skinny tail which usually pops out from under her dress. Her nails are sharp and long -- something which annoys her greatly and forces her to cut them every day -- and her canines poking out of her mouth on the odd occasion. Her eyes have also turned into a nice pink which, according to her family, are a transition to a deep red.

Her clothes style is something that Rose puts a great deal of effort into. She prefers cute things, out of all things to wear: dresses with nice prints, cute flats or heels and usually a bit of jewellery to tie it all up. Of course, this is never practical and the thought of one of her arrows from the quiver on her back piercing her clothes disgusts her. Despite her occasional mishap, Rose would rather die than be seen in some disgusting jumpsuit or armour.

other references: example 1 example 2 example 3 example 4 example 5

HISTORY:
Rose was born to a family of demon hunters, so she's been on hunts for as long as she can remember. Her family, renowned and littered through history with the Ardent name, strives for excellence and has been trained for demon hunting since she started grade school. They travel mainly around the US (though her family has taken her overseas occasionally) hunting, as well as keeping up their front as a family of professional high quality security consultants. Rose and the other children among the Ardents were privately tutored by members of her family and attended the odd school now and again. Her father has paved her future, her younger brother's future and the future of their children and Rose aspires to be the best she can possibly be.

To prove her worth, she approached Stella Matutina several years ago while she was still in her teens. She was rejected, and has been for the past few years -- not for her undeniable skill, but partly because of her age, her recklessness, her arrogant personality and her father's wish for her to continue to train with her family before she becomes independent of her family.


FIRST DEMON SLAYED:
As she grew up in a family of hunters, her family picked, tracked and defeated her first demon, letting her land the final blow. The demon was a wingless dragon-like/salamander demon, with a fiery, grey skull for a head and a pink, scaly body. Darker stripes line its back and arms, ending in sharp claws and a long, skinny tail.


RP SAMPLE:

Spoiler:

Her father's office wasn't the warmest room in the house. Though the red curtains hanging over the windows or the deep brown desk she was sitting in front of her made the room certainly seem like it was cosy, but the air was chilled and unwelcoming. Rose preferred to stay away from this room when the Ardents returned to their family home in northern California, but today, she had business to attend to. She crossed her arms, half in impatience and half to keep herself warm. Why did he have to keep this place so cold, in the middle of winter as well.

"Don't tell me it's to keep the demons out." Rose sneered at her father. He and Rose shared a few things when it came to genes. His hair mimicked her copper brown and his Decay had been a similar demons to her, with his horns peeking out from his forehead. If there was one thing that she had unmistakably inherited, it was his cold and stubborn personality. He looked up from his paperwork, slightly cocking an eyebrow.

"With ignis as your natural element, the cold shouldn't be a bother to you," he said, shaking his head, turning back to whatever he was doing. "It should be good practice for you to control your magic." He didn't bother to look up, but Rose made sure he could feel her threatening stare. He knew better than anyone else that magic was Rose had yet to master (and by master, she meant barely control) but that didn't stop him from reminding her constantly. "You're only as strong as your weakest link."

The Ardents were all about strength, skill, strategy and perfect execution and Rose naturally followed these as best as she could, but her family, especially her father, could be hard on her. Not that she didn't want the extra encouragement; Rose needed all she could to if she wanted to become a master demon hunter. It was all she had ever wanted, for as long as she could remember. But she hated to be reminded of things that she was fully aware of. She tapped her fingers angrily on the desk, noticing that she'd have to trim her nails yet again. "Have you finished yet?" She exhaled loudly. "I don't have all day. I leave this afternoon. I don't want to be late."

"You have plenty of time to pack and sort yourself out." Her father shuffled the papers and placed them aside, taking off his glasses to look at her clearly. "I'm sure you can wait just a little while longer."

"I've already packed," she said cooly. "I just don't want to waste any more time than I need to." He stared at her for a moment, before she frowned. "What did you want to talk to me about?"

"I understand that you wish to develop yourself more as a hunter, but are you sure you want to travel all the way to Griffin just to learn things you already know?" He crossed his own arms. "Everything that Stella Matutina teaches can be learned here, with your family. There is absolutely no need to go that far by yourself just to prove some kind of point." Rose screwed up her face, pulling her own arms tighter to herself.

"If you called me here to argue with you, father, don't bother. I've made up my mind. You can't make my own decisions for me! I'm an adult!" Her father almost rolled his eyes. "Besides, we travel all around America all the time. What makes this any different?"

"If you think that this sort of rebellion will earn you more attention, you really have another thing coming," he said, ignoring her question. He stood up from his chair, turning his back to her. "It's unwise to venture out alone, especially for someone like you. I've seen you fight. You're reckless. Completely oblivious to the effects of your decay. Someone as young as you should have half the attributes that you're currently showing. This is why we travel as a family. We look out for each other. And I can't make sure you're not getting yourself killed when you're in Griffin. Out of all places. It's like you have a death wish." He turned back to her, narrowing his eyes. "You might be an adult, Rose, but you're acting like a child."

"Excuse me?" That was it. Rose stood to her feet, her heels clicking on the ground threateningly as she slammed her hands on her father's desk. "How dare you?! First you tell me that I should be responsible for myself and I should be trying to find my own path, but then you turn around and tell me the opposite? How else am I supposed to earn my place if you keep throwing away every opportunity that I make for myself!? You're the one who's acting like a child! Twisting your words until you get your own way. It makes me sick!" Rose angrily picked up her bag from the ground and swung it behind her, taking her leave. She stopped just before the door, shooting a look of pure frustration back at her father. "When I come home, you won't even recognise me, father. I'll be better than everyone else here. Even you." With a final flick of her hair, she slammed the door behind her.

Her father smiled, rubbing the burn marks Rose had left behind from slamming her hands on the desk. She had passed his test. She was her own person now. He didn't care if she never returned home, she was more ready than she had every been. Ready to leave the nest.

MISCELLANEOUS:
Proficient in many areas of hunting. Except magic. She's the worst at magic.
Plays the violin, and she's pretty good at that too!
Her favourite print is floral and her favourite colour is mint green.
Regularly paints her fingernails.
Often accessorises her bow and arrows with her outfit. They all look different, but do the same thing.

 

[ANARCHit3cht]

wip for me too

I like how our characters are both from "hunter" families although their methodology is completely different :p Your character learned more the practical side of hunting while mine has mostly dabbled in theory and a small test regarding his particular set of abilities! It will be interesting, to say the least, to see how they compare.

 

[Ricochett]

My character became a hunter for her own goals / 'selfish' reasons.

Money. Violence. Guns.

Lots and lots of violence.

 

[Nakuzami]

My character just wanted knowledge, lol.

Anyways, I'm nearly done with my SU. I'll do the RP Sample tomorrow.

 

[Data_Error]

Getting my foot in the door on this one. More as it comes; will update this header when I'm done.

Rachel Renée Robinson

- Date of Birth - -- 18 June - Age 24
- Gender - - - - - - . Female
- Hunter Class - - - Beater / Bellatores
- Affinity - - - - - - -. Earth

Appearance

Be it because of the mountain air of her hometown or her more active lifestyle as a hunter, Rachel bears a strong, sturdy appearance. Not that she is by most standards obese; Rachel is only a kilogram or two over the average weight for a young woman of her height (5'9") and straight-frame body type, most of which is muscle weight. With equally sturdy hips and shoulders and a very slight tummy, she makes it a point to keep a tall posture to minimize how wide she might otherwise appear. Her face, while narrow and even a bit predatory-looking (accentuated by her thin eyebrows), still has a smooth contour and cheeks with light freckles, which serves alongside her dark brown eyes and long, light brown hair to give her a look that balances carefully between young and mature. While Rachel's skin is lightly tanned from simply being out and about so frequently, especially since beginning work for the Order of the Morning Star, her face tends to flush quite easily, somewhat grounding it to a lighter pallor. Her hair, long enough to just pass her shoulder-blades, is typically kept tied back in some form of tail or tight bun while hunting demons, but otherwise is left hanging down in a more casual appearance, her bangs collectively swept to the right over her forehead and the lower ends of her hair tossed forward over the same shoulder.

To those with the Sight to see the effect of the Decay on her, Rachel's skin becomes visibly dry - particularly around her limbs and the left side of her face - and even cracks a bit near the naturally wrinkle-prone areas of her face, namely the furrows around her eyes. Her limbs suffer the same cracking effect at the joints, and her hands become long and thin, resembling branches more than flesh. Her eyes mellow out to a yellowish-green, and her complexion is ever so slightly affected by the light of the sun, turning grey under dark skies and fuller under the light of the sun.

Rachel's taste in clothing has always been about marrying practicality with refinement, and being raised under a textile store owner gave her plenty of choice in doing so. Furs and linens in particular appeal to her, and as such make up much of her winter and summer wardrobes respectively. While out on the town, she keeps to well-fitted tops and slacks to match, though she will just as soon wear simple blouse-and-skirt matches on days of more leisurely activity. Solid colors are queen in her closet, allowing for more flexibility in an ensemble and keeping the occasional piece of jewelry from making an outfit feel "too busy". A particular staple of her appearance is her motorcycle jacket - made of brown leather, lined with wool, and tailored by her mother - which she is infrequently without. She has found over time that, given how much legwork is required of a hunter, she finds the most value in closed-toed footwear with low heels on a day-to-day basis, though this makes her secretly relish the rare times she has an excuse to dress more formally.

History

From an early age, the mountains have been Rachel's home for most of her life, from her early childhood in middle-of-nowhere Montana to slightly-less-isolated foothills in northern California during her teenage years. This attuned her to a naturally simplistic lifestyle - her mother was effectively the only seasoned seamstress in either town and married to her bookkeeper, and so that identity tended to bleed over into the life of their family. The days meandered by slowly, with most of her youthful energy being directed at others' farm work and evenings at home rarely getting much more exciting than re-watching movies on TV. Not that a town of less than 500 people had much else for her to do - most of her weekends ended up either spent working on something or another from the school shop class or going along on some aimless venture to kill time with the handful of people her own age.

Coming out of high school, Rachel skipped out on college entirely and began helping out full-time at her family's shop. Finding the inactivity of the small town to be way too stagnant, she practically jumped at the chance to speak with any out-of-towners, and even made a point of going on day trips to nearby cities on her days off. This paid off within a few months, as she managed to get recommended to a position as a clerical worker at a mechanic shop in Griffin, CA - not necessarily her ideal job, but a whole lot closer than selling coats and window curtains.

Over time, Rachel found a sort of niche for herself in Griffin, becoming a regular part of the the maintenance work at the shop and even becoming a local at one of the bars. Able to make a somewhat comfortable living out of an apartment just a few blocks away from Ascot Lake, she was every bit settled within the year. Events have since conspired to uproot her situation, primarily those involving Demons and the Order (as detailed below). Her job has become a somewhat impractical to balance with the duties of a Demon hunter, but she has since come to grasp many of the intricacies of hunting as a skill and career. Admittedly, Rachel is still a bit short of fully adept at the profession, having not been born into a Hunter family, but has come enough into her own that she is now fully capable of taking on solo work as a Hunter.

First Demon Slain

Rachel ran across and subsequently killed her first demon entirely unintentionally - a plantlike demon which she did not even have the chance to properly confront. Its body, comprised of tightly-woven olive vines, vaguely resembled a four-foot-tall, top-heavy human with a thin coat of foliage over its back. Its head, stout and squared off, had a massive jaw and underbite, and its arms grew steadily thicker towards its three-fingered hands, mimicking those of an ape. It seemed to be able to grow its limbs and draw strength from the earth, judging by how it was found with its thick knuckles buried in the soil at its feet.

RP Sample

Spoiler:

Dammit.

Rachel rolled over onto her side, feeling a shock of pain up her leg. Well, at least she could, which was a good sign. Crash could've been ER-level nasty if that bush hadn't broken her momentum. Probably beat up the bike something awful, but hey, a new wheel or radiator was a lot less than setting a bone.

Slowly, she picked herself back up to a standing position, cursing the driver who ran her off the road for good measure. Guy was probably drunk. Bad combination with all this rain. Muttering bitterly under her breath, Rachel hobbled back over to where her motorcycle lay on its side. Surprisingly, apart from the side panel being massively scarred up, it seemed to be in pretty decent shape. Easily ridable. That shrub she hit on the way down must've had a lot of give to it.

Speaking of which, where was that thing?

Looking back up the hill she had slid down, Rachel couldn't see a single living thing short of a tree she had narrowly missed. Not along her tire tracks, not on the entire slope. Just a lot of mud. Past weird - she was convinced she had run something through on the way down. It took another look with her helmet's visor up for Rachel to catch what she was looking for. Looked like a big bundle of roots sprawled out on the ground, vaguely in the shape of a small person. Or exactly like a small person.

Eugh. A bit morbid for her tastes, especially coupled with this storm. Rachel stood her motorcycle upright and began pushing it across the hill, aiming to join the road and be out of here as soon as possible. This night was getting awful cold, awful fast, and she could really do with a smoke.

KRAW

And now some flea-ridden bird was breathing down her neck. Great. Quickening her pace, Rachel found the curb of the road and keyed the ignition. The engine started faithfully as ever and in seconds she was back off down the road.

Except something felt off.

Apprehensive, Rachel stole a glance at her mirror. It was a bit hard to make out, but behind her, she could definitely see a large bird of some sort. None that she could recognize, at least. And bizarrely, it seemed to be deliberately following her.

Not even looking for herself, Rachel hit the accelerator and whipped around an upcoming bend in the road, turning her course away from the woods. She ran the road for another hundred meters before checking her rear-view again. Sure enough, it was still there - getting closer, too. Now she could pick out the creature's silhouette, showing off a long, swallow-like tail and a massive curled crest, and a quick flash of a dark purple color off its plumage and a glint in its eye.

KRAW!

Rachel's uneasiness gave way to a nauseous panic. She pulled a complete turn and gunned the engine, hoping that she might confuse and outspeed the whatever-it-was. No dice - the bird banked in a tight half-circle and dove after her, losing almost no ground. No idea why it was fixed on her, but it looked easily capable of picking her apart. It probably would, too, if she didn't open up some options - right now she was the basic "run" and unhelpful "give up".

She considered making a break for the city, but in the seconds it took her to decide against it, three firecracker-like sounds came from over her right shoulder. The bird dropped out of her field of vision.

Rachel hit the handbrake and slid to a full stop on the road's shoulder. Now able to get a better look at the thing, she could see that it was massive, at least a meter from wingtip to wingtip, with exaggerated talons and a hooked beak. It looked distinctly unnatural, but there it was, laid out on the side of the pavement.

"You green or something?" a voice chided. Rachel pointed her gaze through her visor at the source - a man in a thick raincoat, hood up so she couldn't discern his facial features. All the same, his presence put her off immediately - unless she was mistaken, he was holding a rifle, still pointed at the creature on the ground.

"Come again?"

"Striking down a docile one, dragging a chase onto a public road - man, the Order's gonna want a talk with you."

Miscellaneous

- Heavy smoker.
- Prefers larger, hefty weapons.
- Mildly allergic to cats.
- Avid motorcyclist.

 

[Nakuzami]

I finished my SU. I can expand the roleplay sample, if you think it's too short.

 

[Skymin]

I finished my SU. I can expand the roleplay sample, if you think it's too short.

If you could. Just to get more of an idea for her personality. (:

 

[ANARCHit3cht]

my god my rp sample is becoming quite monstrous in length. i'm also more or less done with my su. i rushed the end of it a little i'd say :s

 

[SV]

NAME: Taylor Jackson
DATE OF BIRTH: 18/04/1991, 23 years old
GENDER: Male
HUNTER CLASS: Ghost/Arbitores
AFFINITY: Ignus

APPEARANCE:

Ignatii:

Spoiler:

Decayed:

Spoiler:

Featuring burning flesh and see-through skin, Taylor begins to more closely resemble the appearance of the first demon he ever killed.

HISTORY: Taylor didn't just know about Gehenna from an early age, he was practically raised in the life. Born in the small town of Livingston, Tennessee, Taylor came from a family of independent demon hunters. In fact, there were three major families in the area that regularly paired up to take down demons whenever one appeared in the greater Tennesse area, southern Kentucky, and occasionally Arkansas and Mississippi. These families included his own (the Jacksons), the Cunninghams, and the Cooks. The Cunningham Family usually kept to southern Tennessee and Arkansas, while the Cooks lived across the street from Taylor's family. They all got along reasonably well, though some long-term rivalries do exist between the three families. However, whenever a powerful demon rolled into town, the families typically put aside their differences and worked together.

They did so against a few powerful demons, including one by the name of Mors Ignus, who had earned his reputation by murdering three members of the Cook family, and Taylor's uncle, his father's brother. Mors Ignus proved to be a powerful demon, and managed to survive and escape his first encounter with the three families. Taylor regretted being unable to help in the fight, being only four at the time.

Taylor's parents taught him and his four siblings, Elizabeth, Ellis, Cooper, and John, everything they knew about demon hunting, from the ancient history, to the different organizations that hunt it, to every skill they were taught themselves. Most importantly, they taught them how to kill demons. Taylor's dad was once a member of an organization that used to hunt demons, though he left it long ago. He never mentioned which one it was, nor the reason why he decided to leave. However, when he did, he took much of what he learned with him, and taught it to his wife and boys. As his father always put it,"it's our problem that we know, to kill for the poor fools that don't". Taylor figured it was his way of saying that they had a responsibility to protect those who couldn't protect themselves, in so many words. He always adhered to that philosophy, feeling himself obligated to help whenever he could.

Though they were trained daily, his dad never took him or his siblings on any hunts with the other family members until they were old enough. being the second from the youngest, Taylor waited his turn as his older sister and brother, Elizabeth and Ellis, had the first crack at it. It was around the time Taylor was nine years old that the demon Mors Ignus returned a second time, this time to South Kentucky. Taylor begged to come along on the journey to slay the powerful demon, but his father was against it. Instead, Taylor's dad brought along his wife, Ellis, and Elizabeth. Four members of the Cooks and five of the Cunninghams also came along for the hunt. The families were gone for two entire weeks. By the end of it, Taylor was beginning to worry that they would never return. He began to fear the worst, that his family had all perished leaving him alone with his younger brother Cooper, and older one John.

However, they eventually returned, though with heavy casualties. The Cooks and Cunninghams each lost two of their family members, and Taylor lost his older brother Ellis. The families were devastated, especially when it was revealed that Mors Ignus had once again escaped death, though just barely. The families mourned together, with all three staying together for the grieving process for over a month. During that time, Taylor had gotten close to a few members of the Cunninghams, who also had some among them who were trained demon hunters. He convinced the patriarch of the family, Jeremiah, to teach him his specialty skill, the ability of the Arbitores, the Ghost. Taylor began from then on to practice on minor demons summoned by Summoners in the families. Taylor's dad didn't like the idea of his son going that route with his demon hunting, especially because of the mental and physical toll it caused whenever he used the ability. But Taylor had a special knack for it, utilizing a keychain he carried around to fuel his ability.

The Mors Ignus returned a third time three years later, in Mississippi. Fueled by the determination to protect people, and some by revenge, the three families once more headed to end the demon permanently. This time, John joined the hunt, though Taylor was once again barred from it in order to watch his younger brother Cooper. Taylor was fuming in those days, feeling enraged that he too did not get his chance to avenge his brother's dead. His father was quick to yell back at him that despite the other families' motivations, theirs wasn't about revenge. It was about ridding the world of evil. And only those who were ready to do it should do it. "It's our problem that we know, to kill for the poor fools that don't."

So once again Taylor was left to wait, and the families left. Three weeks had past before they finally did return. Once more, each family had lost members. The Cooks lost one more, and the Cunninghams lost two, including Jeremiah who had been teaching Taylor. The Jacksons had the worst of it this time. On that hunt, Taylor had lost both his older brother John, and his mother. And the worst part was, Mors Ignus survived.

The families were devastated. From then on, many of them had turned from the idea of hunting the powerful demon. Taylor's father gave up the life of demon hunting for good, as he wished never to have to deal with the pain of burying a member of his clan ever again. But Taylor, Elizabeth and Cooper, were unfulfilled. They continued to train and prepare for more demons, with Elizabeth taking the reigns of training on the Jackson side of the family. Taylor also trained with the sons and daughters of the Cooks and Cunninghams as well. They all continued on the road of demon hunting for many years. For some, it was personal. For others, they truly believed that what they did helped the world. Taylor in many cases was on the border of things. He wanted to believe, to adhere to his father's philosophy, but he also wanted more than anything to see Mors Ignus die.

Years passed, and there was no sign of the Mors Ignus. What started as a burning rage to see the demon die passed for many, including Taylor. Instead of wishing to see him dead, he began to believe in a greater philosophy of seeing others live. His dad was never the same, though he too began to recover over time, including occasionally helping with training. He still never again decided to hunt. By the time Taylor was 19, he considered himself a full-fledged demon hunter, despite having not taken his first life yet. Things were pretty quite during that time, but he knew that should one ever come, he would be ready.

And not too long after, not ten miles away from home, Mors Ignus returned.

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"... I ain't gonna just let it get away, Dad," Taylor replied sternly. He felt his own burn from anger as his dad began berating him across the house. He was completely against him going after the Mors Ignus. But Taylor had sat out the fight against the demon who slayed his older brothers and mother three times now. He was not going to do it a third time.

"Why, you damn idiot?!" His father shouted angrily. Taylor gritted his teeth in response. That sounded more like the dad he knew. "All it does is give you more holes ta dig! You're gonna get yourself killed, and you're gonna get Liz and Coop killed too!"

"Don't call me an idiot!" Taylor shot back. He walked over to his room and began to gather any last-minute supplies he needed for the trip. He hated the way his father acted now. For years, he trained to better himself as a demon hunter. He practiced daily and did his best to perfect what he knew about being a Ghost. He tried everyday to get better, and on occasions, his father even helped as well. His father had plenty of chances to stop him from being apart of this life before. It was only now that he said anything. In fact, it was only now when the Mors Ignus came back that he did. If it were any other demon, he doubted his father would be as reluctant. This is what made Taylor's blood boil. "I know what I'm doin'!" He shouted angrily.

"You're a shitty little brat, boy! You don't know nothin'!" His dad shouted back, following him into his room and shouting aloud with him. "You ain't never even killed a demon before, and here you're goin' after one that killed half of your family? Get a grip! Three times we went after this thing! Three fucking times we brought our pitchforks and rode to meet him, and three dang times, we lost! And with what we had, it was much better than what you got goin' on!"

"Fuck you!" Taylor shot back, as he grabbed the last of his supplies and stuffed them in his backpack. He began to bolt for the door, but his dad grabbed him from behind, causing Taylor to spin around. He was about ready to punch his dad, but what he saw stopped him.

"Boy, I'm not askin' ya," Taylor's father implored, the tears beginning to well up in his eyes. He had only even seen his father shaken up a few times in his life. This was a man who used to be as tough as concrete, as stubborn as a wild hog. He was the one who brought Taylor into the demon hunting life, and yet here he was, begging him not to pursue the dangerous Mors Ignus. He shakily got down to his knees and shook his head. "I'm beggin' ya. My heart can't bear to bury any more graves. Not for this, not for revenge."

Any anger he felt at that moment washed away from Taylor. He looked at his dad below and joined him along the floor. For a while, he simply embraced him and let the man cry on his shoulder. However, eventually, he spoke back. "I'm not doin' it for revenge," He explained. "If he came a few years back, maybe I would have. But I guess all I needed was time and some perspective. I'm looking for closure, yeah, but... " Taylor looked at his dad as he tried to explain to him what he was trying to say. He wasn't the best at speeches, usually leaving that to Liz or someone else. He much preferred to let his actions speak for himself. However, one sentence did come to mind at that moment.

"It's our problem that we know, to kill for the poor fools that don't."

With the help from his siblings, the Cooks and the Cunninghams, Taylor finally brought closure to the families and peace to the area by killing Mors Ignus. Though it was a deadly battle, with Taylor seeing flesh being burned off people's limbs and faces, Taylor managed to defeat the demon by stabbing it in the back while in the form of another demon he was controlling, courtesy of a nearby summoner. It had been his first demon, and he quickly began to feel the effects of the Decay set in. Being a Ghost who primarily utilized urere and ignus-based demons as his base from there on out, his appearance to those with the sight appeared as if he was a demon with slowly rotting, burning flesh as well, mimicking part of the Mors Ignus, as well as the other demons he began to possess.

That began to takes its toll, with Taylor experiencing frequent headaches and a tendency for unusually angry outbursts, despite his best intentions for the world at large. He occasionally falls to mental instability in recency because of this as well, to the point where he may lash out at some people that only get him moderately angry.

Recently, having found closure with the death of Mors Ignus, Taylor found himself with an invitation to join the Order of the Morning Star. Seeing the potential to help the world, Taylor eagerly accepted.

FIRST DEMON SLAYED:

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Known as the Mors Ignus, or Fire Death by the locals of Livingston, Tennessee. Mors Ignus was a powerful demon responsible for the deaths of over two dozen people over the span of twenty years in Northern Tennessee. It was an ignus-class demon, with the ability to burn anything it touches, as well as shoot molten-hot flames from its mouth.

RP SAMPLE: Check history section spoiler

 

[Skymin]

SV, Taylor is accepted!!! <: i like his beard, and our first Ghost too. His decay looks pretty frightening too. Love it!!

Anarchit3ct, currently reading yours. EDIT: cool! the gaia avatar made me cringe a little (oh the days) and the red on black was really hard to read but i got through it in the end. just as long as you remember as an aria that chants and death verses are lengthy and take more than a few seconds to recite. sometimes a demon's death verse can be paragraphs long! but anyways, youre accepted.

EDIT2: also, finished my own. check rose out!

 

[Dragon]

-gasp- This reminds me of Shin Megami Tensei! This will be my placeholder:


NAME: (include any nicknames)
DATE OF BIRTH: (dd/mm/yyyy, usually over the age of 18 but there has been cases of younger hunters)
GENDER: (go nuts)
HUNTER CLASS: (one of the seven above, or if your character hasn't decided, you can just put Zero)
AFFINITY: (natural element (see elements in the terminology) affinity. if none or unknown, just put n/a)

APPEARANCE: (either written or a decent, full body image or both. if your character has suffered decay, make sure to include both normal (ignatii) appearance and decayed (vera or true) appearance)
HISTORY: (make it as long as you desire. what i want most of of this is how your character was introduced to demon hunting and how they found their way into the order)

FIRST DEMON SLAYED: (simply describe what kind of demon. include pictures if you want. however it is possible to join the Order of the Morning Star and not have killed a demon, therefore not have suffered any Decay if you are a skilled hunter who has something else kill for you. it is common for summoners or hunters who were brought into hunting by a friend of family member to not have been inflicted)

RP SAMPLE: (please provide a sufficient sample, describing either the first time your character encountered a demon and killed it, therefore forcing the Decay on themselves, or perhaps how they found their way into the Order of the Morning Star. something that will describe their personality well)
MISCELLANEOUS: (anything extra worth mentioning)