The Demon Pact (OOC/SU)[M]

[Jegretis]

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Introduction

The world is black. Pure darkness fills your air, as you cease to exist this very moment. Your breathing stops, and your body is no more. It's not in this world, nor the next. It's in between somewhere. Nobody knows where, but it's there. You can feel it. One moment you remember you were doing whatever it was you were doing, and then suddenly, you're in this place.

You open your eyes, and find yourself sitting in a metal chair. You are handcuffed, and your feet are wet. You look down to see yourself surrounded by a thin sea of liquid. It could be water, or it could be blood. It is too dark to tell. The horizon in all directions is pure darkness, even the sky above you. The only light around you, is provided by blue balls of wispy flames floating about. You look around some more, and as your eyesight gets adjusted to the darkness, you find hundreds, maybe thousands of others in chairs and handcuffed, just as confused as you are.

Welcome to the Night Realm. A loud, deep yet eerie voice suddenly booms. You are all probably wondering why you are here. The voice pauses. You are here because you are dead. Everyone who dies, comes here before anywhere else. My task is to separate the ones who want to move on, and the ones who don't. You then realize that the voice is telling the truth, and you were in fact supposed to die. In a burst of blue flame, a small sheet of paper appears in front of you. For those of you who wish to pass on, just sit still. For those of you who don't wish to die just quite yet, just say the words, 'I'm Not Ready', and you shall be free from your fate. The voice pauses. Some of you will not be able to stay and sign the contract, hehe…in that case, your body was completely destroyed or beyond repairable for you to be eligible for this deal. The voice cackles. Now whenever you are ready, just say the words. You think for a moment. You have no idea what's in store for you if you sign it, but you don't want to die just yet. You have too much willpower for something like that to happen. After careful consideration, you say the words, and the contract lights up vanishes in another burst of blue flames. Hehe…excellent. Now, our time is done here everyone. For those of you who signed, expect a…'guest' to arrive soon. For those of you didn't, I wish you the best of luck…hehe. You close your eyes as you feel the floor beneath you collapse into darkness, and you fall back to the world you came from.

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A few months later, when you finally start to forget the 'incident', something extraordinary happens. You come face to face with a creature. However, this creature is nothing like you've seen before, but after a while, you realize that it is not hostile. In fact, it is very friendly. After a week passes by, you start to get used to the creature following you, and you learn that only you are able to see it. Nobody else. One night, you head off to bed to go sleep. However, instead of dreaming in your own world, you are once again dropped into the darkness and find yourself in the chair, handcuffed, surrounded by many others, like before.

Welcome back to the Night Realm. Since you chose the will to stay alive, you are back here. You wonder, does the creature have anything to do with the Night Realm? Suddenly, it appears in front of you, sitting in the liquid, staring at you. What you see before you is a Demon. Do not worry, it will not harm you. In fact, it is your ally. A note then appears out blue flames, next to the Demon. You look at the note, and it has something written on it. That is the name of your Demon ally. Do well to remember it, as it will come in handy. You signed the contract, which means this Demon is now forever bound to your soul until the day you cease to exist. You look around, and see that everyone else has a so-called 'Demon' in front of them as well. Now then, our time was short this time, but don't worry, I'm sure you'll be back before you know it. The voice cackles, the floor once again vanishes, sending you falling down to the world before.

The Setting + Where You Come In

You are a citizen of the metropolis known as Vestria City. An incredibly large place that has everything anyone would need. From grocery stores to 5-star restaurants, to universities to gentlemen clubs. If you don't drive, there's always the city's transit system to take you wherever you need to go. You may be a worker, maybe a student, or maybe you don't do anything at all. All you know is that you've been busy doing your daily tasks as you always do, without any problems, and you like it that way. In fact, you may even be beginning to like the fact that you have a Demon attached to your very soul. It's been nearly a month since the last Night Realm incident, and quite frankly, as much as you want answers, you don't want to go back to that awful place. So instead, you look for your own answers, by talking to the Demon itself. Or at least trying to. After finding out your Demon's name from your last visit, you also learn that you are able to call the Demon out at will whenever you need it, as well as call it back inside your own body. You've also noticed that it doesn't talk, but mainly communicates using it's own noises or actions. Sort of similar to an animal. You were getting comfortable, and just when you thought you were getting somewhere on what the whole Demon situation was about, you suddenly get an unusual visit to your home by a strange hooded figure with a letter, regarding you and your Demon.

Demons & The World

Alrighty guys, that pretty much concludes the introduction/plot portion of the RP. Now, many of you may be wondering what is the whole RP actually about, and what's up with the whole Demon thing. Essentially, think of it like this. The Demon is a part of you, and is created from within you. It's not necessarily a 100% accurate representation of you, but rather a shard of who you really are. For example, if your character is stubborn or filled with pride, their Demon may take the form of a lion or a variation. Or maybe if they are really smart, their Demon may have some sort of scouting abilities. Your Demon can literally look like just about anything, and the abilities are endless among them. Players are also able to call them out from their bodies, by saying their name. When not in use, the Demon resides inside its owners bodies/soul. Throughout the course of the RP, it is possible to gain new Demons as your character undergoes changes. The Demons themselves are not exactly living, so you need not worry about taking care of them or hurting their feelings of the sort.

Now that's out of the way, I guess we should get down to the world of Demon Pact. Firstly, this RP does not take place in the world everyone is familiar with. Think of it as an alternate world, with slightly more Final Fantasy-esque touches here and there. However, there are no floating cars or anything of the sorts. Everything else would be just as you would find in a large city like New York, such as transit, malls, schools, taxis, etc. Secondly, this RP is not really a sandbox, but at the beginning it will be. It is up to the players to choose whether they want to interact with others, and how they do so. If your character doesn't get along with others, then they are going to have a tough time later on in the RP when teamwork is a must.

I guess the main question is what happens now? How does the RP start off? Well, I'll explain. It said your character entered the Night Realm from dying, which means your character must have died somehow for them to reach the Night Realm. How you died is up to you. It could have been an accident, drowning, choking, etc. As long as they didn't get their heads chopped off, in which case they would not be allowed to make the Demon Pact, as their bodies would be completely gone and doctors would not be able to fix it. Your character has entered the Night Realm twice so far. First time through death, second time they were summoned, and the introduction cuts off with them retrieving their letter. This is where the RP starts. Be warned however, things are going to happen suddenly on my first post so make sure you let me know if you don't understand. I will give instructions on what to post, when the RP starts. And with that aside, I think we can go on to the rules of the RP.

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The Rules

• All PC RP Forum Rules Apply
• No God-modding/bunnying, etc. This includes taking hits like a champ, and killing other people's Demons by yourself. Unless you somehow outsmart it, the Demon will most likely kill you if you try to fight it without your own Demon.
• My word is law. If I say something is off limits, then don't argue.
• When a Demon is summoned, there is a 'bond' that forms between the user and Demon. This bond comes in the form of a silver chain that binds itself around the user's wrist and attaches itself to the Demon. Although it doesn't really restrict movement for the user, it does restrict how far the Demon can go away from the user. The length of the chain varies greatly among person to person (some may have 10 feet, some may have even 50 feet). It is dependant on things such as the type of Demon, user traits, and even sometimes luck/randomness. The chain can be severed only by another Demon, and it must be at the root of the chain located at the user's wrist. If this happens, the Demon is gone forever and the user also has a high chance of death if they can't handle the pressure of getting it ripped out of their soul. If the user is killed for whatever reason (without the chain being severed), then obviously the Demon is gone as well.
• Aside from the above point, a Demon can never 'die'. It can get tired and defeated, in which case it will revert back inside its user. Which brings me to another point: It is extremely tiresome to keep summoning a Demon over and over again. Once is good, twice will fatigue you, three times hurts + pushing it, and anything more than that will bring you pain and probably knock you out and possible life threatening.
• This RP is rated M. For Violence, some swearing, romance, etc. You know the deal. As for swearing, try to keep it to a minimum. No F-bombs. Also, yes there will be violence, but don't go explicit with gore. On another note, I'm warning you right now, there are going to be scenarios in this RP that may make people a bit...queasy/uneasy? Please remember I'm not doing this because I want to offend people or because I enjoy it, it is simply for RP's sake. I won't go into detail about it here, but if you have questions or concerns, shoot me a vm or pm.
• Like I said. The first little while is going to be sandbox. It is up to you to decide if you want your player interacting with others. However, your character will eventually be forced to work with the others, just so you are aware.
• Don't leave the RP randomly. Tell me if you plan on leaving, so I can figure something out.
• Most of all, please give me suggestions to make the RP better. It really does help, and I can take crit.
  

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The Sign-Up Sheet

Name: (First and Last. Middle name if they have one.)

Age: (18+ I give it an 18+, because there are going to be some situations in the RP where things just wouldn't work out with someone younger.)

Sex: (Male or Female)

Appearance: (Gimme a description of your character. You know, height, weight, hair color/length, clothing. Honestly, I prefer text over pictures, as it will give other players a chance to visualize your character. It doesn't even have to be that long, as long as you provide enough to let the others visualize.)

Personality: (Okay, so here's a kicker. Instead of writing out a personality, all I want you to do is list 4 or 5 main points of your characters personality. This is to keep things simple so only the creator knows their true personality, plus it's more than likely your character may undergo changes. If you want to know about the characters a bit more, you must interact with them in the RP. Keep in mind, I don't want psychopaths. )

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Miscellaneous Points: (This is where you can put up to 4 points about anything to do with your character. Not personality, but things like events that have happened to them in life or anything interesting about them. Maybe their job, school, hobbies, etc.)

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RP Sample: (This right here is gonna be a major deciding factor of your SU. What I want you to write out, is the first time your character went to the Night Realm. Somehow incorporate how your character dies as well. This can be either through your character thinking such as a flashback, or you can actually write out their death.

After this, I want you to write a little bit on meeting your Demon. Don't write about visiting the Night Realm for the second time, as things will just get tedious. All in all, this RP sample doesn't have to be too long, but what I'm really looking for is how your character behaves, thinks, etc. Maybe even incorporate a little bit of history too, such as flashbacks.)

Demon: (Your Demon's name.)

Demon Appearance: (Write a description on how your Demon looks like. It doesn't even have to be an animal. Make sure it is nothing too spectacular for now. Also, try and make your own. Don't just pick a Pokémon/Digimon or something from Persona/Shin Megami Tensei.)

Chain Length: (How big is the chain that connects to your Demon. I really have no limit for this as long as you are being reasonable. If the chain is like 100 feet long, then you better give a darn good explanation as to why.)

Demon Abilities: (List some attacks your Demon knows. They don't even have to be attacks, as they can also be abilities such as scouting, illusionary abilities, etc. Keep in mind that Demons are invisible to the regular humans, but they are still able to interact with the world and touch physical objects. As such, if someone were to run into the Demon, they would feel it. There's also no limits to the amount of abilities, but make it reasonable. Two to four seem reasonable, right? Also, make sure it is nothing overpowered. If you are not sure, let me know, because if your Demons powers are overpowered than it is going to be a problem.)



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My SU

Name: Dayven Welters

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Appearance: Dayven stands at around 6 feet, with a rather muscular build. Working out often has given him rather thick muscles all around. His short blonde hair is usually spike near the front, and he wears a diamond-studded earring on his left ear. His face is relatively clean, and his blue eyes make him a rather attractive young fellow. For clothing, he tends to wear a fitted, thin, purple zip-up hoodie, and a black t-shirt underneath. For the lower part of his body, he wears loose-fitting black jeans, and white sneakers with red laces.

Personality:

• Usually comes off as rude
• Doesn't go looking for trouble unless provoked
• Logical (likes to think things through)
• Observant
• Sort of insecure

Misc. Traits:

• Lives with his 6-year old sister and mother
• Doesn't work, nor go to school
• Has ties with the city's notorious gang
• Likes to knit
• Doesn't drive; only takes transit

Demon

Demon Name: Bergz

Appearance: Bergz takes the form of a large navy-blue bear. His front and back paws are colored with a red fur (almost like socks), and his tail is a bit more cat-like than bear-like. When standing on its hind legs, Bergz stands at around 9 feet.

Chain Length: 25 feet

Abilities:

• Fireball: Bergz shoots out a fireball from its mouth. Simple enough
• Melee Attacks: Punches, claws/slashing, bashing/tackling, etc.

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Accepted Players

Dayven Welters & Bergz [Jegretis]
Herra Granite Millium [Logical Cabbage]
Will Zephyr [NyxShooter]
John Pierce [ApocalypticAnarchist]
Isaiah Parris [90FC3C]
Allison Crane [Godzil]
Steven McEvans [Tyler]
Robin Neal [LastOne]
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[Logical Cabbage]

Nice. I'm done!

Part 1: The Human

Spoiler:

Name: Herra Granite Millium
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Herra is 6 feet tall, giving her a tall yet lean built. She has piercing green eyes with fair lashes. Her long brown hair reaches til halfway in her back, but it seems a bit shorter since she would always have it in a ponytail. Her square jaw and high cheekbones makes her attractive enough, that is if you ignore her medium narrow nose. She has long arms and legs, which fit her narrow build. Her hands are also long and narrow, but you can tell that Herra bites her nails often. She will usually be seen with a green shirt and skinny jeans, but after her 'death' she wears a short black t-shirt. She has a pendant in her neck and it contains pictures of her loved ones there. She wears black tennis shoes for the sole purpose of walking.​

Personality:

~She does not tolerant any kind of childish mockery or people that lie
~Herra prefers to analyze the situation before making any choice
~She has an antisocial nature, but is comfortable in talking about facts
~Herra is always investigating the things she doesn't know
~Even though she's practically independent, she feels lonely deep inside
~Without hesitation, Herra will always be bold no matter what​

Miscellaneous Points:

~Herra will always be carrying around her phone to either read or research
~She works part time in a restaurant as a waitress
~Herra lost her younger sister in a car accident
~In the day she was suppose to die, she lost both of her parents and ended up with her aunt and uncle​

RP Sample:

Spoiler:

"Come on Herra, we're moving now! So can you get down here so we can go?"

I roll my eyes. Moms, always so demanding. All I wanted to do was to learn everything I can. I'm used to the fact no one can understand me anyway.

"Coming mom!"

I shake my head and observe the bare walls around me. It used to be full of posters with quotes, but now they stand empty. I put my phone in the pocket of my jeans and exit my room. I won't miss this place anytime soon. The same for my mom and dad, and is probably why they wanted to move in the first place. She was so young, only five years old. I swear I can sometimes hear her laugh echoing around the house. She didn't know any better, she was just too young. At least I didn't watch her die; my mother did though. I sigh. The weight of grief is over but that doesn't mean I'm happy too. It's nearly two years since she... I shake my head again.

I exit my room and see more bare walls, and descend down the stairs. I suppress a sigh. Then I go out towards the living room where my mom and dad await me. Even though I'm tall like my dad and have his green eyes, my brown hair and square jaw belongs to my mom. I put on a smile.

"So are we ready?"

"Yes we are," says my dad.

His voice sounds strained, probably from crying. It's no secret that dad liked Linda more, so this is hard for him to do.

"Come on then, to elsewhere."

We all go outside and climb the car. Even though I'm almost 18, dad won't let me drive yet. Although just between you and me, I've learned to hot wire cars and practice there. Anyway, I'm stuck behind the diver seat where dad is and my mom takes the passenger seat. Then he starts to drive off, with the moving truck behind with all of our belongings. I see the window and our house slowly fades away. We go so far until I no longer see our white house. To a new beginning.

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As I go on my phone just to study some Calculus equations, my dad stops the car. I was about to open my mouth when I see what's outside the window: we are at a gasoline station. Of course it's reasonable to be at one but I calculate the gas to last us at least two more hours. I'm not the only confused one, because mom wears that demanding quizzical look at my dad. He sighs.

"I'll be right back. I have some business to attend to."

"Don't tell me," my mom says. "You didn't quit your job, did you Ryan?"

"Look I tried, but I just couldn't bring myself to tell Henry that. Please understand Sarah. He helped us when we needed assistance and to do this..."

While they talk, I take time to explore my surroundings. So we are in a gas station, but if you look carefully to the east, there is a huge building made of glass. Well that explains why we are here. Yet there's something wrong here. I don't know what exactly is it.

"Look, it will just be a while. All I'm going to do..."

I lose track of his words. All of a sudden, I see some things roll under the car. That's when they explode and all of us fly in the air. It happened so fast. Then we're upside down, and that's when I hear the bullets. I feel a shear pain hit my leg. I taste blood in my mouth. I try to move my right arm but I can't feel it at all. I use my left and unattached myself from the seatbelt. I fall with a thud, and I slowly crawl out of the remains of the car. My right leg is unwilling to move as well and I use my left side to crawl up front. I see my dad with his eyes open, and blood is dripping from him. I stretch my arm to him and tap him, but he doesn't respond. He's not even breathing. I turn away. I felt my shirt wet and I realize my green shirt has been stained in an ugly patch of red. As in my blood. Then I find it really hard to breathe. Before I can reach out to my mother, I feel a tight grip on my shoulder, and it burns. I start to scream but another hand finds my mouth. I struggle yet I knew it was useless; I'm too weak. Then I feel something poking my neck and I black out.

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I wake up yet I can't see at all. I try blinking my eyes but something is in front of me. A blindfold. I feel that I'm sitting down in a chair, yet I can't move my good side too much. I'm tied down. I realize I'm not alone because of the voices.

"What should we do with her? I'm pretty sure he didn't want her."

"I know. He said he wanted Ryan alive, but somebody decided to deceive an attack plan and now he's dead..."

"Hey, don't blame me. You just can't shoot right."

I have no idea who are these people. But even though I have no idea of my mom, my dad is, well dead.

"You know what, I'm sick and tired. This girl won't be a use to us, unless..."

There is a moment of silence.

"Say, you girl? Do you know where your parents keep that safe box of yours?"

So that's what they want; money.

"Why should I tell you anything?"

One of them mumbles.

"Your choice girl. Tell us where is the safe or die."

"So what if you kill me? You still won't get that money."

One of them grunts. I hear a bullet being inserted into a chamber of a gun.

"Hope you go to hell you pathetic girl."

Then I hear the shot and I feel nothing.

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If this is death, it isn't so bad. I feel lightweight, and free. Maybe I'll see my sister and my father, maybe even my mother. They always talk about death is painful, but it's actually a freedom. Death isn't so bad.

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I wake up sitting in a chair. It definitely feels like metal, and I find out I can feel my legs and arms. Speaking of them, my feet feel wet and my arms are tied down by handcuffs. Where the hell am I? Where is everyone? Maybe this is the afterlife... Then again, I can't even see anything. It's too dark here. I decide to kick my feet to see if I could feel them, but I find out that I'm splashing liquid. It can be water, it can be blood, but it's too dark to tell. Then I see blue lights all around me. There seems to be more of them, everywhere.

My eyes adjust to the dark and see other like me; they have confused and dazed looks. There's too many to count. I wonder if my mom or dad are around here...

Welcome to the Night Realm.

That voice seems to echo everywhere. But Night Realm suits this place as a name.

You are all probably wondering why you are here.

It pauses to let the words sink in.

You are here because you are dead. Everyone who dies, comes here before anywhere else. My task is to separate the ones who want to move on, and the ones who don't.

I hear gasps everywhere. It's kind of obvious we are dead. But we have a choice to decide.

For those of you who wish to pass on, stay still. For those of you who don't wish to die just quite yet, just say the words "I'm not ready," and you shall be free from your fate.

As he, well it sounds like a guy, pauses again. I take this time to analyze the situation this guy gives us. If I stay here to follow my fate, then everything will be okay. Part of me wants to be with my sister and my family, I can join them. I swear that part of me exists, the one that cares selflessly for the people she loves. But if I saw her, I wouldn't recognize her. Why would I just throw my life away for being with them? I'm not even 18 yet, I still have a whole life ahead of me. But knowing the world, I know there's a catch to being alive. But what is it? Can't be life, so what is it? Enslaved mind? I have no one, but there is so much to learn still. I want to go to college and discover the hidden.

Some of you will not be able to stay and sign the contract, hehehe...in that case, your body was completely destroyed or beyond repairable for you to be eligible for this deal. Now whenever you are ready, just say the words.

I knew it, there's a catch. A contract is not wise, but it just might be worth it. I want to live. I'm not done yet. Live, live live. This was my dad's fault anyway, for not quitting his job. I should not have to suffer, neither should my mother. Live, live, live...

"I'm not ready."

I didn't even realize the contract was in front of me until it burst into flames and vanished away.

Hehe…excellent. Now, our time is done here everyone. For those of you who signed, expect a…'guest' to arrive soon. For those of you didn't, I wish you the best of luck…hehe.

With that, everything disappears and I scream as I fall.

Part 2: The Demon

Spoiler:

Demon: Leviathan
Demon Appearance:

Herra's demon is a fusion of a man and a dragon: He looks like a normal man but has big claws and razor sharp teeth. His skin looks dark, but it's actually darkred scales, mainly to survive battle damage. He has big yellow eyes and a hooked nose, along with a set of narrow wings connected to his back. He can actually breathe fire but can't roar like a dragon. He has scars in his arms, unknown as to where he got them. Whenever he is calm, he lets his tail fly freely until he gets agitated.​

Chain Length: 20
Demon Abilities:

Foul Daze
~Sends a victim to fall asleep and upon waking up, they forget what they have experienced in the past ten minutes.

Tail Gorge
~The Demon hits the victim with spikes from his tail.

Black Flare
~The Demon releases black fire balls from his mouth to burn the victim.​

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[NyxShooter]

Ohhhh Man Jeg. Im all up for some pseudo-satanic stuffs C:< Let me know my mistakes and what I should rework in a vm/pm ^_^

Name: Will Zephyr

Age: 19

Sex: Male

Appearance:

Will is your average joe, someone you might pass along the sidewalk. No distinct features about him which set him apart. Will is a lean young man who stands at a striking 5'.9" with caramel, chocalty hair. A dirty blond, if you will. He has deep, lush green eyes and a baby boy like face with no distinct facial hair. His hair is a ruffian-rugged style where he rarely combs it.

His casual fashion sense pertains hoodies and jackets. In the summer he wears t-shirts, and tanktops, but no matter the weather he will always wear jeans.. Will never liked flashy accessories and as such most of his clothing are a dull colour such as a dark hue of red or black, but more of the latter. Will wears slack jeans fit for easy running, despite not being recommended for running. His denim jeans are ripped and torn.

Personality:
~ Naive
~ Easily likable
~ Low Tempered
~ Very Perceptive
~ Easy-going

Miscellaneous Points:
~ Highschool dropout
~ Loves reading
~ Experienced with a knife
~ Has ADD


RP Sample:

"Blurbghhh" is what was going to start an eventful day as his roomate dragged the curtains aside. "Let there be light in this stink hole!" was Daisy's blessingly kind words. Will almost fell out of bed as he tried to get up, stumbling and banging the back of his on the drawer. "Hung over again? You really need to look after yourself more Will" said Daisy with a worried tone. "Yeah yeah, ok" said a tired Will as he put on a hoodie. "Will, we're out of milk, can you go ahead and buy us some?" said Daisy as she went to the near empty fridge. Their flat was small, from one room you could see the whole house. "Alright, fine. On it" said Will. He got up and put his jeans on and went down to the super market.

"That will be 3 dollars sir" said the lady at the desk. "3 dollars for milk? That's bogus" he said as he left the money on the counter. He was walking home in Vestria, near the suburbs. He didn't have much on him except a wallet. He noticed a couple arguing. He almost tripped over as he was walking to the bus stop. He sat down near the bus stop and was shuffling his feet kicking a pebble around. He saw a little kid playing around on the side-walk. An unattentive mother was smoking a ciggarette when the kid was pulling her skirt asking her to play with him. She shooed the boy away. He kicked his ball a bit too far as it went onto the road. Will was gobbersmacked by the mothers behavior as the kid was just walking down a seemingly empty road to retrieve his ball. Meanwhile, a car was zooming by at high speeds. Will saw the car and he sprinted towards the kid, "I dont have much in my life" thought Will "But that kid hasn't even started his" he thought as he continued his onward assault. Truthbetold he wasn't expecting to throw himself infront of the car rather than the kid, but that's what happened. He pushed the kid as he looked to his left and all he last saw were blindingly bright headlights.

WABAM

As the car hit Will's unnerving body as it was launched and he hit the ground. His body was left unharmed, physically.

He awoke, it was dark and moist. It also smelled. He wondered where he was. He was sitting down, that's all he knew. He tried to get up by he was handcuffed to a chair. He was moving about restlessly, and splashing about before he realized that there was a thin layer of some sort of... liquid. He wasn't able to identify the liquid due to the darkness. He was flailing about and started to call out, he was panicing, hoping this wouldn't turn into a horror film. He saw a thing? Yes a thing would be the best way to describe it. A thing offered him to either go on to the life beyond, or do unfinished business. Zephyr tried to shout but he froze. And then the words. "I am not ready" said Will, meek, but audible.

He suddenly awoke in a bush and saw the road he was rocketted off of. He saw his grocery bags still there and he got out of the bush with a few thorns in his side. He continued walking until he noticed a wolf walking behind him. It was a wierd kind of wolf, which didn't belong in this area. It had a greyish black hue about its fur, and it got lighter as it got to the snout. He realized he had a chain wrist-band around his wrist. He thought it looked cool, but didn't remember how he got it. He got on the bus and the wolf got on behind him. He looked at the bus driver and gave him a queer look, and the bus driver didn't catch on. Who lets a wolf onto a bus?! Disregarding the obvious, nobody seemed to notice the wolf. He grabbed onto the railing and waited...

Will got off at his stop, still remembering the "incident" that happened. Was he re-animated from death? Is he a zombie? So many questions. He got to his flat and put the milk in the freezer. Daisy said he looked like he'd gone through hell. "You have no idea" said Will, snickering at the literal pun as he went into his room and flopped down onto his bed, closing his heavy eye-lids.

Demon: Etara

Demon Appearance: A Wolf. Very blaintly a wolf which depicts an adversatile figure. The wolf is black with lines of grey spreading out from its snout. The hue isn't a pitch black, rather a more light calm black. The wolfs maw is clear and visible, giving off an aggresive appearance. Etara features a long puffy tail with grey rings encompassing the tail. Etara's ears are also slightly larger and more sharp than an average wolf.

Chain Length: 25 feet

Demon Abilities:
~ Paranoia:

Etara makes a victim see blackness for about 3 and a half seconds.

~ Overt

Etara grows slightly giving it a more bulky appearance and enhancing its muscular strength. Etara can only stay this large for 15 seconds.

~ Dissapear

Etara goes 'invisible' for half a second.

 

[ApocalypticAnarchist]

John Pierce
21
Male

Pierce is 5'11 and weighs 139 lbs. He has long wavy brown hair with his right eye partly covered by it. His eyes are dark brown and his stare is unnerving. He often carrys a blank expression, one of a person who has lost everything and is searching for a reason, a reason to exist. He prefers to wear a black jacket, made of a canvas like material and a thin hood with a dark green shirt underneath. He also wears camo cargo pants spotted with darker greens and browns. He isn't athletic or scrawny but something in between.


Personality
•Reckless
•Extremely stubborn
•Intelligent but judgement is often clouded by anger
•Beat up first, ask questions later

Random Stuff
•Parents were killed in a robbery when he was 10
•he practiced archery as a child but hasn't even looked at a bow in years.
•Works part-time with a moving company, carrying boxes and furniture.


RP Sample:
Pain. Pain, not of the hole ripped through my chest, but of knowing I might not ever see her again. As I lay on the floor slowly dying, I struggle to remember what had happened. Then it all came back. Rose,my girlfriend, and I were walking towards a restaurant at the end of the street. The only other people in sight were two men walking in front of us, arguing with each other. Suddenly one of the men steps in front of the other, takes out a gun and shoots. He looked around and saw us, witnesses to his crime. As he raises his gun I step in front of her but I wasn't fast enough. As Rose fell, I went down with her. That is how I died, how we both died and I ended up in that...that place.

A blank room but not really a room just black. Blackness everywhere, extending far above, replacing the sky. The chair was cold steel and I was handcuffed to it. A voice speaks but I do not listen it. A paper lies on the table in front of me but I do not see it. All i know is that I lost the one thing I couldn't live without. I had failed to protect what had mattered most.

"I dont want....I cant die yet. Im not ready....what if she survived."

The paper disappeared but I took no notice.

I awoke to find myself in a hospital bed, but my eyes were still getting used to being open and I wasn't able to see who was in my room. A few minutes pass before I can see clearly. A doctor walks to the side of my bed and explains how I barely survived and that the bullet almost hit my heart. Beyond the doctor were Rose's parents. At first I wondered why they were with me and not Rose but I knew the answer. I looked up at their face and saw the tears streaming down and then I knew... I knew what had become of my beloved. I passed out ten seconds later but not before I caught a glimpse of something standing in a corner of my room. About 5'9 the thing was wearing tattered grey robes and a grey hood, its face shrouded in darkness.

The weeks passed by. Over that time I studied the figure standing in the corner. It carried a scythe in one hand, using it as a staff and the other hand was a not a hand but a claw covered with black fur. The nurses and doctors would walk right past it so I assumed others could not see it. It didn't seem aggressive and I figured that if it wanted to kill me, I'd be dead already.

Finally the time came, when I was released from the hospital. I could finally start the search for Rose's killer. That thing, I soon discovered was chained to my wrist. I hope that scythe can cut.

Demon: Àmûn Ra

Appearance: 5'9 wearing a torn grey cloak and hood. The hood completely covers the face from view. One arm is covered in black fur and has 5 sharp talons where a person's nails would be. The other hand holds scythe that is a bit taller than the demon.

Chain Length: 15 ft

Abilities

Phantom Night: Becomes a ghost for 10 seconds. While in this state Àmûn Ra can walk through walls and cannot be harmed however he cannot attack. After using the ability he must rest for two seconds and cannot move in that time.

Phantom Strike: Àmûn Ra uses his demon sense to find his enemy and strike with his scythe and the attack cannot miss but it can only be used when uses an ability AND Pierce cannot see the target.

 

[IggyKoopa]

Name: Isaiah Parris

Age: 19

Sex: Male

Appearance: Standing at 5'6" and being as lean as anyone else in the big city, Isaiah certainly looks younger than he is, and is often mistaken for a high schooler (or, occasionally, a girl). A bright orange beanie covers most of his black hair, and his yellow eyes reflect his easy-going yet determined personality. His other wardrobe consists of baggy white cargo pants of which he has several, most of them containing all manner of scuffs and faint stains of various things; whatever t-shirt he had lying around, usually in gray or some sort of warm pastel color (or a gray zipped-up hoodie in the winter); and a pair of red canvas sneakers, also scuffed up and have barely any tread left.

Personality:
~ He's generally outgoing and loves to be around people.
~ He has an unrelenting desire to be free.
~ He makes his best effort to follow with everything he does, leaving no business unfinished.
~ Acts very impulsive, deciding to do what he wants, when he wants.

Miscellaneous Points:
~ His biggest hobby is skateboarding, where he has a few years' experience.
~ Studies at Vestria University.
~ Holds a part-time job at the campus bookstore to fund his hobbies.

RP Sample:

Spoiler:

Ahh, the early morning. I like the early morning. There's something about - the moisture in the air, the dew on the maple trees, the long shadows cast by the rising sun - that makes it such a magical time. A lot less people are out and about this early, but that just makes everyone so much more interesting; it takes quite some willpower whenever I pass someone to not just start following them and observing everything they do.

Yeah, that's my idea of interesting.

And those are the thoughts going through my mind as I feel the sidewalk cracks slide underneath my wheels. I'm in a residential district that my college campus skirts, and I like it because I'm less likely to bump into people while skating.

Y'see, bumping into strangers at however many miles an hour is bad, because they might get hurt, and then they can sue. And I wouldn't want that.

A vibration in my pocket snaps me out of my reverie. I slow myself to a halt and look at my phone.

Hey, wanna hang out at the pier?

It's from my old friend Duncan. We met back in middle school and bonded pretty much instantly bonded. Maybe it was because our mutual love of the morning.

...Why am I still thinking about the morning?

Okay, I text back, you go ahead and wait for me since you're definitely closer than me.

And with that, I spin around and kick off toward the nearest subway station.

Some time later, I arrive at the nearest subway station. It's moderately crowded, but of course that's a normal level of activity and it isn't anywhere near rush hour levels right now. I'm waiting on the edge of the platform, holding my board in one hand and securing my subway pass back into my wallet with the other, when I notice that one of my shoes is untied.

Yes, I'll just use my third hand to re-tie it.

Whatever. I put my wallet back in my pocket and crouch down to fix the laces.

...And that's when something runs into the back of me. I don't know what it is, but it's enough to send me off-balance and falling straight off the platform. I fall down five or so feet, eliciting a gasp from all of the onlookers collectively, and land on my knees and hands, sending a sharp pain straight up my wrists and OW OW OW OW OW.

Then I notice the rail sitting right between them.

WOW that was lucky, the voice in my head yells, I could've been killed!

However, while I can recall the warnings plastered all over the trains about electrified rails, I fail to recall something a little more important. As I get to my feet and collect the item that I dropped, a deafening screeching noise reverberates through the tunnel.

The hell is...? My thoughts come to a sudden halt as I find myself looking into the face of a train that's rapidly approaching me.

Oh.

All of a sudden, I feel weightless. However, it goes further than that. I can't move a muscle - hell, I can't even perceive anything around me - but I can still think, making me my own company. It's a weird feeling, and I can't help but wonder what has caused this.

It's probably something to do with getting hit by a train.

If it was a dream, I would have full control over it by now. Then again, there isn't a lot to have control over here.

...Hmph.

Some time later, I notice that I'm actually, properly conscious, like realizing that you're awake after a dream. However, there isn't much to see. Some orbs of light reflect their radiance on some sort of liquid, while I'm handcuffed to a chair. Looking to my left and right, I can faintly make out a ton more people also handcuffed to chairs, like looking into two mirrors.

"Welcome to the Night Realm," a booming voice says out of nowhere.

What a fitting name, I mentally remark, though I don't voice any of it.

"You are here because you are dead."

I'm not surprised, frankly; I got hit by a train and the adrenaline rush is still wearing off.

Some more things are said, and then the really important part comes:

"For those of you who wish to pass on, just sit still. For those of you who don't wish to die just quite yet, just say the words, 'I'm Not Ready', and you shall be free from your fate."

Basically, he's giving us the mulligan of a lifetime; the ability to reverse our deaths! The answer is obvious, at least for me.

"I'm not ready," I call out.

A few months pass. I'm not going to bore you with the details, because my life pretty much goes back to normal. However, one particular day is of note. The day that I meet him.

I'm walking down the pier - and by the way, I go there a lot - just going out there to enjoy the ocean view before all the shops open, and I'm absently examining the scraped-up skateboard in my hands, when I narrowly miss walking into something.

"Oh, sorry," I apologize, coming to a stop, "I--"

Then it looks at me, and I see what it is: some sort of alien-looking creature just sitting there, as if it's nothing out of the ordinary. It's staring up at me and I'm staring back at it, and meanwhile all of the people out and about are flowing past us, not even acknowledging this thing's existence.

I figure that I should do the same. I turn on my heel and walk away, when I notice out of the corner of my eye I notice that the thing is following me.

Demon: Aquila

Demon Appearance: Aquila is an avian form, largely resembling a bird of prey such as a falcon, but he's all black. He has three large, curved spines jutting out from the back of his neck, as if he really wanted to be a dragon but wasn't.

Chain Length: 20 feet

Demon Abilities:

Weightlessness: With concentration, Aquila can lift a person or other creature as if telekinetically. If the concentration is broken, the effect goes away.

Ensnarement: For about 10 seconds, the target cannot move further than 5 feet of where they were when targeted.

Melee attacks: Self-explanatory, with talons and teeth.

 

[Groc]

Name: Allison Crane

Age: 24

Sex: Female

Appearance:

Nearly six feet tall, and just under 150, give or take a few pounds. Allison is slender, with lean muscle showing her strength. She has red hair reaching just past her shoulders, which is either worn straight or in a ponytail. She has big brown eyes and is pretty, but in a tomboy, girl-next-door kind of way. She prefers pants to skirts, usually wearing black pants and running shoes. She likes brighter tops, usually red, green, or plain white, and wears shirts with short or no sleeves.

Personality: 
~ Friendly and open, enjoys talking to people
~ Ditzy, letting her mind wander and going off on tangents
~ Hard worker, but likes to compete and play hard
~ Will be silly and weird for a laugh, but embarrassed of her more "girly" traits


Miscellaneous Points: 
~ Enjoys exercise, particularly jogging; ran track in high school
~ Works at a sandwich shop, aspires to be a chef
~ Enlisted in the military in high school, honorably discharged recently

RP Sample: 

Spoiler:

Allison sits on the couch, a pillow pressed over her face to block both the harsh lights and harsher sounds. It had been a bad day, but it was pay day, so rather than be smart and put money toward rent or bills or something, she had gone out and bought a six pack. Or four. Something to take the edge off, something she'd picked up from her mother. Something that she said she'd never do again, after what happened last time. Just thinking about it brought back memories...

*Allison stumbles out of the bar, laughing and leaning on another girl for support. She didn't know the girl very well, but they had hit it off pretty well tonight. The two girls head off down the street, in high spirits and enjoying the cool night air. A walk in the park seemed like a fun idea, a great way to wind down before they went their separate ways. She even started singing "Separate Ways", to her new friend's embarrassment.

"Who sings that song, again?" Her friend (what was her name?) asks, preventing Allison from stumbling off the path.

"Don't you know? It's Journey!"

"Yeah, maybe you should let them sing it. Don't quit your day job!"

The girl gently lowers Allison onto the edge of a fountain, telling her to sit down before she falls down. Allison just laughs as her new best friend (ha) goes off to make a call, complaining about the poor reception. Allison, for her part, just starts dozing off, letting her head fall back...

and her momentum carry her into the fountain, the warm water swallowing her up.*

Allison suppresses a shudder, taking the pillow off her face. The harsh light was much better than the warm darkness, a darkness that never quite left her alone. She'd heard of near-death experiences, but compared to what she saw, those stories were full of sh-

*Darkness. Hot, slightly moist, darkness. She wasn't tired anymore, she was terrified. Her hands were bound, her feet were wet, and the chair was very uncomfortable. She could barely see, couldn't breathe, and she was pretty sure her shoes were gone, along with everything else. This did not bode well.

Then the voice, the deep, horrible voice. It said she was dead, but that she didn't have to be. That there was a way back, if she wasn't ready...

"I'm not ready! I'm not! There was so much I wanted to do, and I didn't get to do any of it!"

A horrible chuckle followed, a contract blazed with light, and she fell. She didn't remember ever landing.

When she came to, someone was pushing on her chest, forcing the air out of her lungs, and the water with it. She was alive, but the horrible dream was still fresh in her mind. And the massive shape lurking in the shadows was just a remnant of that dream, right?*

-it. Allison stands, going to the sink for a glass of water. Her knees buckle, and she becomes violently sick. She feels a presence over her shoulder, hears a low growl come from it.

"I know, I know. God... Every time I even look at a beer, you show up and complain. I think. Not like you can talk..." She looks down at her wrist, the silver chain that only she can see, and the disapproving spirit tethered to it. "I just... I need sleep. I vow never to go drinking again."

*HRRRMM* A low growl, sounding annoyed.

"Yes, I mean it this time! The memory..." another shudder, this time she doesn't hide it, "it was too real. I can't go back there again."

Demon: Leatherhead

Demon Appearance: A muscle-bound man, almost seven feet tall, wearing red spandex pants and black leather boots. The man is shirtless, and his skin is green and scaly, rough and armored. His right hand is metallic, the silver metal fused seamlessly at his forearm, the silver chain attached to his wrist. Most notable is his head, which is covered in a black mask, almost like a luchador's. The lower jaw is covered by white leather, almost skull-like, and his eyes are covered by red lenses.

Chain Length: 18.5 feet

Demon Abilities: 
~ Eisbahn: By draining the heat from an area, Leatherhead covers the surrounding area with a thin layer of ice. Anyone entering the area risks slipping on the ice. Allison and Leatherhead are immune to the ice, as is anything with cold-based powers.
~ Ookazi: Leatherhead can summon flames into his hand, enhancing his physical blows or providing him with a ranged attack in the form of a small fire bolt. The flames are mundane fire, and could in theory be used for lighting candles, or other mundane tasks.
~ My Body as a Shield: Simply put, Leatherhead can instantly warp to Allison's side to protect her from harm. Catching her if she falls, blocking physical attacks, or deflecting solid objects. Since no one else can see Leatherhead, this technique looks very strange to a casual viewer, possibly raising suspicion. Of course, the physical damage is redirected onto Leatherhead, which in turn takes a mental toll on Allison.

 

[Jegretis]

Alright, let's get down to business.

@Nyx: You are accepted!

90FC3C: You are also accepted.

@Godzil: You are accepted.

@LogicalC: Ehhh, you're forgetting something in your RP Sample. It's a good sample, but is Ryan Herra's dad? Also, Tail Gorge may as well just be a melee attack, as it doesn't make sense that he's attacking the foe 2-5 times like it's supposed to Pin Missile or something lol.

@Apocalyptic: The abilities are a bit weird. What would happen if the 10 seconds were up and the Demon is still within a building's walls? Same with Phantom Strike. I'm not sure what you mean by 'when uses an ability'? Are you talking about Àmûn Ra? Also, why can't the attack miss? Surely if it's a just a swing of the scythe, a demon fast enough could dodge it.

Also, do you guys always write in first person? Not that it matters, I was just wondering.

 

[ApocalypticAnarchist]

@Apocalyptic: The abilities are a bit weird. What would happen if the 10 seconds were up and the Demon is still within a building's walls? Same with Phantom Strike. I'm not sure what you mean by 'when uses an ability'? Are you talking about Àmûn Ra? Also, why can't the attack miss? Surely if it's a just a swing of the scythe, a demon fast enough could dodge it.

Also, do you guys always write in first person? Not that it matters, I was just wondering.

I don't usually write in first person but I wanted to try it.

As for the abilities, when you say "when uses an ability", that was a typo, I meant when the opponent demon uses an ability. The strike doesn't miss because Àmûn Ra uses his demon powers or whatever to make sure it hits, kinda like a homing bullet or arrow. As long as the enemy is within the scythe's radius, they will get hit by it when using the ability. Part of the abilities restriction is that Pierce can't be able to see the opponent. Its a invisibility/blindness counter but only works close range. Sorry I didn't specify.

As for Phantom Night, if he is still within the walls he would be compelled to move to an area where he could re-materialize.

 

[IggyKoopa]

Also, do you guys always write in first person? Not that it matters, I was just wondering.

For roleplaying, it really helps me get into character. After all, I have to make it up on the spot and develop it in the space of the sample, and it's hard to think the same way my characters do without simply being them.

Plus, most of my recent roleplaying experience has been in tabletop RPGs which are always first-person, so that might have influenced it.

 

[Logical Cabbage]

Alright, let's get down to business.

@LogicalC: Ehhh, you're forgetting something in your RP Sample. It's a good sample, but is Ryan Herra's dad? Also, Tail Gorge may as well just be a melee attack, as it doesn't make sense that he's attacking the foe 2-5 times like it's supposed to Pin Missile or something lol.

Also, do you guys always write in first person? Not that it matters, I was just wondering.

I don't know about the others, but I'm a blend of first and third person. It's just that since you said you wanted to see if the characters could think, so first person was better for me.

As for the RP sample, yes Ryan is Herra's dad. Will that affect the plot or something? Also, I changed yet once again Tail Gorge. I wanted to think of something unique for that but nothing came up.

 

[LastOne]

This reminds me a lot of Blue Dragon, so yes, this looks like a really exciting Rp. Demons can all float, I'm assuming? Cause a lot of the way I'm imagining it right now, comes from Blue Dragon's creatures.

My SU: Robin Neal

Spoiler:

Name: Robin Neal

Age: 21

Sex: Male

Appearance: There's a lot to say about Robin, but it doesn't mean they're all good things. Nor does it mean it makes him stand out in a crowd. At least, for a long period of time anyway. Possessing a lithe frame, and being the type of person who is quite shy and soft-spoken, he can be quite the forgettable face, once someone gets over a surprisingly clumsy or troubling moment in his life. Some people say that attitude affects a person's appearance, which might be true for Robin, who could possibly be considered cute, if he had confidence in himself.

Having worked at his family's cafe/library, the scent of freshly grounded coffee lingers on his clothes, materialistic things he doesn't really obsess over, and tends to be a bit baggy on him. He has black hair that hangs down over his forehead, where his brown eyes shyly hide behind slightly thin-rimmed glasses below, and nearly always adorns a frequently blushing face. Standing at the height of five foot seven, he isn't really a towering individual, which only outlines his meek behavior clearly.

His palms are as soft as he looks, the only lifting he's ever done, being him serving customers their drinks. While he doesn't exactly dislike his life, he knows it could be better than it currently is now. More often than not, he doesn't really smile all that often, unless interacting with someone like his sister, and has an expression of indifference, than anything else. Although he doesn't really obsess over his clothes, Robin prefers to wear something that would warm his body up like a sweater, which a scarf usually goes with.

Personality:
~ Shy
~ Well-mannered
~ Observant
~ Clumsy
~ Hard-Working

Miscellaneous Points:
~ His parents died when he was very young.
~ He works at his family's cafe with his older sister.
~ He currently has no plans of attending college.
~ He often finds himself unwillingly getting into trouble or accidents.

RP Sample:

Spoiler:

At one particular location in Vestria city, known to it's customers as the Dipper Cafe, the sounds of chatter filled up the relatively medium-sized establishment, which was also part library. The place was a bit livelier as usual today, heaven knows why, with their regular customers, mixing in with those curious enough to stop by for the first time today. So along with their usual young males, who were only a few years ahead of graduated college students, were also those actually from college, who were more than old enough to behave.

If his sister didn't make sure of that, with how surprisingly calm and relaxed she always was, then one of their regular customers surely would, in a dead-end attempt to impress her. Both the one or two trouble makers who found themselves visiting for the first time, and the suitors that often left gifts for his sister, which would go in the lost and found anyway, were two of many things in his life he wished he could resolve himself. But Robin has never had the best luck in the world, and more times than not, finds himself unwillingly getting into conflicts.

Whether it be getting robbed, and mocked for having a nametag in his wallet, so that it could be returned to him later, or somehow mixing his stuff up with someone else. Some people say everything happens for a reason, and while he can accept that, the question of why his life is the way it is, often pops up in his head from time to time. He doesn't dislike his life, nor does he really like it. He does know however, that his life could be better, and somehow more fulfilling, which is one of the few things he and his sister would really disagree with.

Even without looking up from his book, Robin knew by the lack of pouring his sister did for their specially made brew, that they must have ran out of supplies. And he was right about that, as the brunette beauty many of their customers came here for, had placed down the tea kettle she was holding, and looked over in his direction. He was more than used to the passing glances people gave him on the streets, to know when a pair of eyes trailed over to him. "Robin, could you please go out and buy some more supplies?"

There was no pleading at all in his sister's voice, nor was there really a begrudging demand for it. When she spoke, it was just clear that she meant well with her decision. As he closed his book shut, and placed it back on the shelf, Robin could hear a few unfamiliar voices offer to do it instead for his sister. He knew it must have been someone new, because the few times they did run out of supplies, their regulars quickly understood it was a matter of secret recipes, and he also knew they would have rather stayed here with his sister anyway.

One of the regulars explained the situation, apologizing to his sister, when he came off as teasing the first voice more than he should have. Even though he knew their regulars were always defending the establishment, and helping out as much as they could, he had become too acquainted with their attempts as suitors, to really hear anything meaningful from them. She was actually engaged, his brother-in-law was just always a busy man, having moved overseas to manage a corporation. And he was a really good man too.

So hearing these suitors talk, had always made his heart skip a beat, although it wasn't really something he really questioned. As quick as his heart had skipped a beat, the explanations had ended, and some passing glances were given to him, Robin already feeling his face was heating up in embarassment. His sister only smiled at him, handing him a shopping list, which he accepted, and carefully pocketed. "I'll be sure to come back quickly." He told his sister with a bow, before glancing around at the customers, both knew and old.

"Please, for those of you trying our special brew, we ask you be patient." Again, he had bowed apologetically, gaining support and encouragement from both his sister and the regulars, that he would be able to do it. Specifically, his sister had told him good luck. As unusual as it might be for someone else, saying something like that to him, was pretty normal. His sister and a few of the regulars who cared to pay attention, knew how clumsy he could be, as well as his bad luck. Grabbing his bike from in a room nearby, he made his way out the door.

Minutes passed by as he pedaled through Vestria city, on his way to the grocery store. Robin saw many things and people along the way, situations he wished he could actually do something about, and people he had the misfortune of being familiar with. Neither of those he knew would really bother him for the moment however, but he knew they were going to do so, when the sun had set. He was used to it, but it didn't mean he would willingly accept being robbed and beat up. It didn't take him long to get to the grocery store, nor to find things.

He knew where everything was, but the problem with grocery stores, was how busy it could be sometimes. As much as he always wished it to be so, he knew by the time he got out of the building, the sun was going to start setting, making him vulnerable to those who saw him as prey. And he was right about that, when he later walked out of the store, to find that the street lights were starting to turn on. His bike was still where he had left it, thankfully, and there didn't seem to be anyone he knew around, that would give him trouble.

For the moment anyway. Getting on his bike once more, with his groceries this time sitting in the carrier, he pedaled away, and back towards the Dipper Cafe. His cheeks heated up, and he felt himself pull his body closer, as he went through Vestria city once again. It was always cold for him at night, despite his baggy clothes and the scarf he always accompanies it with. It might have been a lack of iron intake, or perhaps his perception of the city always seemed so different during the evenings, than it was when the sun was still shining.

He wasn't sure exactly, but he wasn't going to really put a blame on anything. As he started to turn a corner or two, he knew to be shortcuts, trouble had came to him. Someone else was getting robbed by several two or three men, and he was a witness to it. "Hey, you!" His eyes had raised up in what was clearly fear, as he pedaled quickly around him, in the way he wanted to go, somehow ironically having enough luck to actually make it pass the alley. He could still hear them following behind however, which did nothing but make his heart race.

Robin was desperate in trying not to require having to go to the hospital, as his pedaling showed, and as he continued pedaling away, he felt that familiar feeling of his heart skipping a beat. The clumsy part about him, was that when he started to panic, he more than not ends up more than not, taking a few corners he shouldn't have. Those few corners would likely lead back or around where he was trying to avoid, and with his bad luck, it wasn't really that all hard to believe that it would happen to him. This wouldn't exactly be the first time.

And how right he was. He actually did end up passing into a section of the street, where the group of men were looking around for him, and where his situation was, pedaling across the street was something that would likely have him lose the ones chasing him. Which he did, and at the worst moment he could have ever chosen. His heart would skip a beat one final time today, as he narrowly avoided an incoming car, and while he was able to pass it, his action didn't really do his body good, as he felt a sudden pain in his chest. His world went black.

When he later opened his eyes, he found himself handcuffed to a metal chair, and his feet wet. Whatever the thin liquid was, it went against reason for him, since he usually kept himself well covered up in warmth. Wherever he was, it was dark, and everything within himself felt empty, like something was missing. He could clearly still remember how he barely managed to avoid the incoming car however, and that sudden pain in his chest. A pause. Something really was missing, but he couldn't really put his mind as to what, choosing to look around.

Blue balls of wispy flames floated around, being the only source of light of where he was, and as they continued to move, his eyes started to adjust to the low amount of light available around here. Hundreds, maybe thousands of others were in chairs and handcuffed like him. He was reminded again that something was missing. "Welcome to the Night Realm." A sudden loud, deep yet eerie voice stopped him from pursuing the thought deeper. It sounded like one of those voices you couldn't place where the source was, but it didn't stop him from looking.

The voice went on again, explaining that he had died. What the voice had said didn't seem far-fetched from what he could remember, but again, he knew something was missing about him. A burst of blue flame ignited in front of him, before a small sheet of paper appeared. The voice was giving him a choice to choose to pass on, or still continue to live on. This emptiness within him, the feeling that something was missing, it was reason enough for him to overlook the possible consequences of what saying three words that would bring him back.

"I'm Not Ready..." Robin has spoke those words, reminded again of that missing piece, before the contract lights up and vanishes in another burst of blue flames. What the voice had said about a guest arriving soon because of the contract, didn't really put much thought for him. He just wanted to get out of here. He found himself closing his eyes, the floor beneath him collapsing into darkness, before he was sent back to where he had came from. When he actually had, he knew exactly what he was missing when he had gone to that strange world.

His heart didn't skip a beat like it usually did, and there was no warmth for him there, nothing for his cheeks to heat up, and get embarrassed about. There was also that strange sense of tiredness as well, which was primarily the reason he had closed his eyes. All of those, he should have felt comforted, now knowing the reason was because he was dead. But he wasn't comforted. If that was what death would be like for him, all that emptiness...Robin had got up, hearing several voices around him, finding that he was in pain.

Looking around, those who were around him had moved back, where he saw his bike near him, which fell flat on the ground. He could see his groceries fell along with it, although thankfully, there wasn't really anything he had that would spill out. The disturbing part about all of this, wasn't that he was resurrected from death, but that those who were around him, were the group of men he was trying to avoid. "Please don't hurt me..." he said with a bow, already pulling his wallet out, and holding it in front of him.

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Time had quickly passed on by for him, and before he knew it, a few months had passed on by, since Robin had been resurrected from death. Things had longed since started to fall back to his usual routine of finding himself unwillingly getting into trouble or accidents, only without narrowly dying this time. The memory of the incident was starting to fade away as well, pushed to the back of his mind, where he knew he would soon forget about it completely, and continuing on with his so called normal life. The sun was setting, as he pedaled his bike.

He was pedaling through the streets once again, something he did occasionally, although it was never really for the same reason. Sometimes he rode his bike outside because he was delivering something for his older sister. Other times, he had to go outside to get his bike repaired. In this particular case however, his older sister had insisted he go out for some fresh air, which he couldn't really argue against, since he knew she meant well. Still, it wouldn't be that long until he went back, and he was making sure to just pedal around the cafe.

Even though he was being safe about where he was riding his bike at, the sun setting down, as the sky darkened, still did give him the perception that everything changed in the evenings. It made him feel like something was going to happen to him, and he was actually expecting it to. He did have some pretty bad luck, and was clumsy enough whenever his heart started racing, for it to happen. And something did happen, it always would eventually. But it definitely wasn't something he would ever suspect would happen.

Some kind of creature had appeared right out in front of him, causing him to cease his pedaling, as his bike stopped. It had crimson skin, two notable horns that protruded from it's temple, along with a smaller set of horns that protruded from the sides of it's chin. The most notable thing about the creature, were the black rune markings, it's towering height over him, and it's fearsome appearance. Robin was surprised, his eyes showing fear, and he had taken a moment to swallow some of the bile that was in his throat with a gulp.

The creature doesn't say or do anything, which he soon realizes, along with how the creature looked like it was annoyed. He didn't think anything of it, other than it going well with it's other characteristics however, along with how the creature didn't really seem hostile. "I'm sorry, but it's getting late, I have to go." Robin had told the creature, bowing apologetically, before pedaling around him, and continuing on his way. Of course, with him being so used to knowing when someone was staring at him, even without looking back, he knew it followed.

He wasn't sure why, but he wasn't going to question it. It was best for him not to. Time passes by again, and a week passes before he knew it. He was starting to get used to the creature following him around, especially after finding out two things about it. One was that, it seemed to respect that he doesn't want to draw attention to himself, like how it disappeared after he had gone back to his family's cafe. And two was that, from what he knew, he was the only one able to see it, as evident by the lack of surprise to those around.

Robin still wasn't sure why the creature was following him, but it definitely became less of a worry for him, and also made him feel a bit more secure about going out in the evenings as well. One night, he heads off to bed to sleep for work the next day, the creature having long sinced gone away after he had entered his family's establishment. He didn't really expect anything else to happen to him, from just choosing to sleep, but it did. Instead of dreaming normally, darkness had befell him once more, and again, he found himself handcuffed.

Great, he was back here again.

Demon: Masato

Demon Appearance: Demons come in all different shapes and sizes, and many of them are said to be quite fearsome looking. While he still does look fearsome, Masato just so happens to be the standard kind of demon, which some mortals would label as an oni. He is a tall figure, enough to overshadow his contract owner, but by no means is he obese. Possessing solid black eyes as well as crimson skin, he also has the two notable horns some demons are known for having, both of which protrude from the temples of his forehead.

Another smaller set of horns protruding from the sides of his chin accompanies the ones on the temples of his forehead, bringing attention to the sharp teeth he often bares aggressively. Black rune markins cover his entire body from head to toe, front to back, which outlines over his visibly toned abs, along with making the spikes protruding from his shoulders, more fearsome looking. He also wears plated armor on the vital areas of his body, notably his wrist and ankles, as well as a belt with a silver upside-down heart as the buckle.

Other than that, the only thing left to say about him, is how more often than not, Masato carries the look of annoyance on his face. It doesn't mean he doesn't smile every once in awhile however, but that smile is usually smug looking, which can be irritating to some.

Chain Length: 20 feet

Demon Abilities:
~ Teleportation: Masato either teleports himself, or Robin out of harms way, and is restricted by the length of his chain. It doesn't mean he could really teleport for days however, nor teleport if Robin doesn't want his help. It doesn't take the demon that long to know, his contract owner prefers to not attract attention.

~ Conjuring Flames: Masato can create a ball of fire in his hands, although they're more of a bluff, than actually doing damage. It's part of Robin's desire to actually "fight" back at people he had the misfortune to meet, showing how easily the situation can change, when a person has some help on his side. He doesn't really want to harm them however.

~ Enhanced hearing: Masato can determine any possible incoming danger to himself or Robin, based on how fast something moves into the air. Although Robin doesn't realize it, he desires to also use this ability to help others that might be in danger, if he could actually help them, as he refuses to believe self-sacrifice is the only way to help someone. Which isn't really so hard to believe, for some of the cases he has seen around Vestria city, which he could never do anything about before. Masato can warn him about it through gestures.

 

[タイラー]

Ah, Jegretis, We meet again​

Human

Spoiler:

Name: Steven McEvens

Age: 24

Sex: (Male or Female) Male

Appearance: (Gimme a description of your character. You know, height, weight, hair color/length, clothing. Honestly, I prefer text over pictures, as it will give other players a chance to visualize your character. It doesn't even have to be that long, as long as you provide enough to let the others visualize.) Steven is about 6'0 tall, and weighs about 130 pounds. He has little to no muscle, and honestly cant hit very hard. He has light gray eyes and spiky black hair.


Often times he will wear darker colored clothing, because it gives him the illusion of blending into the city. He will almost always wear dark khaki cargo pants, cause the extra pocket space is often used up by something. The only colorful thing about him is his shoes. He wears a nice red pair of sneakers, and doesn't mind the squishy sound they make whenever he takes a step.

Personality: (Okay, so here's a kicker. Instead of writing out a personality, all I want you to do is list 4 or 5 main points of your characters personality. This is to keep things simple so only the creator knows their true personality, plus it's more than likely your character may undergo changes. If you want to know about the characters a bit more, you must interact with them in the RP. Keep in mind, I don't want psychopaths. )
~ Insecure
~ Shy
~ Irritable
~ Easily worried



Miscellaneous Points: (This is where you can put up to 4 points about anything to do with your character. Not personality, but things like events that have happened to them in life or anything interesting about them. Maybe their job, school, hobbies, etc.)
~ Works at a manga cafe
~ Has an associates degree in Computer Software
~ Family paid for collage/ Medium Grades in Grade School
~ Likes to read



RP Sample: (This right here is gonna be a major deciding factor of your SU. What I want you to write out, is the first time your character went to the Night Realm. Somehow incorporate how your character dies as well. This can be either through your character thinking such as a flashback, or you can actually write out their death.

After this, I want you to write a little bit on meeting your Demon. Don't write about visiting the Night Realm for the second time, as things will just get tedious. All in all, this RP sample doesn't have to be too long, but what I'm really looking for is how your character behaves, thinks, etc. Maybe even incorporate a little bit of history too, such as flashbacks.)

Waking up with a headache.

Even though it was a common occurrence for Steven, it still bugged the hell out of him. Spending all his money on soda and pizza didn't exactly help with his headache problem. Not doing the best job of taking care of himself didn't help either. After noticing the bright lit room, Steven opened the curtains, to see the sun high in the sky. That floated around in his head for a minute, until realizing something that put his hairs on end. "I'm late again!" After jumping up, causing a head rush, he ran around his room, grabbing random clothes as he found them. After his laps around the room, he was dressed in a black t-shirt with khaki cargo pants. Slipping into his shoes and grabbing his wallet, he burst out the door, headache just beginning to subside.


Hopping on the 11:30 bus, Steven took to his seat and started worrying about what his boss would do. "Will he give me a paycut, or put me on janitor duty, or, or even..." Steven decided to dismiss the thought. He could not lose his job. He knows he could do something with his degree, he just didn't know where to look. The manga cafe was his 5th job attempt, and that he barely got. Deciding to sit back and attempt to relax, he looked out the window at the sprawling metropolis that he lived in. When the bus finally got to his stop, he quickly half ran off the bus and onto the side walk. Getting to crosswalk, he took a deep breath, and began walking across the street to the cafe. About half way across the street, he heard the screeching of wheels.

And then black...

When he came to, he thought he still had his eyes closed. Looking around his eyes started to focus, but there still wasn't much to see. Looking down, he realized his hands were effectivly clapped in irons. Starting to freak out, Steve began to breath heavily, shake around in his seat, and looked around franticly. His first thought was that he was kidnapped. But when he focused on his surroundings, he realized it was a plane of nothing ness. There was a light fog, and there wasn't a star (or moon) in what he assumed was the sky. Then all of a sudden there was a deep voice from out of nowhere that started talking. Most of the stuff the voice said didn't make sense to Steven, but one part was perfectly clear.

For those of you who wish to pass on, just sit still. For those of you who don't wish to die just quite yet, just say the words, 'I'm Not Ready', and you shall be free from your fate.


Steven thought for a long moment. "I could give up on everything, and just die," He thought that sounded easy, but then realized how weak it sounded. Trying to break out of his panic, he managed to squeak out "I'm Not Ready" He woke up in the middle of the road with a circle of people surrounding him. "Bro! You're alive! Dude I'm like-" "Move! I got to get to work!" Steve said cutting him off, and sprinted into the cafe, a little red bird in toe.

Demon

Spoiler:

Demon Name: Ikaros (Because copy pasting from word pad is not smart)

Spoiler:

Demon Appearance: (Write a description on how your Demon looks like. It doesn't even have to be an animal. Make sure it is nothing too spectacular for now. Also, try and make your own. Don't just pick a Pokémon/Digimon or something from Persona/Shin Megami Tensei.)


Ikaros takes the shape of a Kiwi, but in all honesty could hardly be anymore different. His body about the size of a basketball, and his feathers are red with grey tips. His legs are a black ash color, and he has beady black eyes. Even with his enlarged size, he still cannot fly. His beak is the normal color, but is a bigger size to accommodate for his body.

Chain Length: (How big is the chain that connects to your Demon. I really have no limit for this as long as you are being reasonable. If the chain is like 100 feet long, then you better give a darn good explanation as to why.) bout 7.5 feet

Demon Abilities: (List some attacks your Demon knows. They don't even have to be attacks, as they can also be abilities such as scouting, illusionary abilities, etc. Keep in mind that Demons are invisible to the regular humans, but they are still able to interact with the world and touch physical objects. As such, if someone were to run into the Demon, they would feel it. There's also no limits to the amount of abilities, but make it reasonable. Two to four seem reasonable, right? Also, make sure it is nothing overpowered. If you are not sure, let me know, because if your Demons powers are overpowered than it is going to be a problem.)


Embargo- This allows Ikaros to nullify any pain that him or steve feels for about a minute


Leap- This makes it so that Ikaros can jump up to 30 feet in the air, and when he (and Steven) land, they feel no "fall damage"

 

[Jegretis]

Sorry, late reply.

LC: You are accepted.

Apocalyptic: You are also accepted.

LastOne: Accepted.

Tyler: Also accepted. Really like the Kiwi Demon lol.

Anyways, with that, SUs are closed. I'll have my SU up soon and submit the RP thread by tomorrow *or at least before the weekend). I know I said I would have it up sooner, but I had a little health problem that needed checking out.

 

[タイラー]

Can't wait. Get well(er) soon :3

 

[machomuu]

Darn, I was looking forward to this one.

Eh, well. If a chance presents itself, I'll pounce on it, but for now I'll be watching (and reading) from the sidelines.

 

[Jegretis]

Sorry, I had to go to the doctor several times this weekend, but I think I'm good for now :/

Anyways, I submitted the thread, so it should be up soon. Meanwhile, lemme tell you guys how your first post is (It may be confusing because you haven't seen the IC thread yet):

1) So yeah, like I said in the OOC, the RP starts with your character retrieving the letter. They could be doing their everyday things, and then receive the letter at the end of your post or something.
2) Your post probably won't be very long, but make sure its a decent length.
3) The letter you receive is to be opened at midnight. If you try to open it before, it won't open, and dark-coloured sparks may shock you if you try. Your character will open it by your second post.
3) Do not converse with the hooded figure. His job is to simply deliver the envelope to you.

 

[Logical Cabbage]

Well that's sad to hear about the doctor thing. Hopefully it will be a long time before you go to the doctors.

Anyway, the rules of the first post seem pretty simple to me. As soon as I can whenever the thread is up, I will post. School has burdened me with lots of pages of homework, but I will manage.

 

[タイラー]

Sorry if my post seems redundant, i'm a bit rusty for some odd reason.

 

[siiadams]

Hey J. Too bad I saw this rp too late. Would you let me know if a spot opens up? I'll have a SU done just in case.

 

[Logical Cabbage]

How come no one is posting? Is this RP gonna die?