Hell's Uprising

[Aqualung]

Whew, finally done!

And yes, I'm infernal, since everyone else had to be goody goodies.

Spoiler: Valentina Ramos

Name: Valentina Ramos.

Age: 24

Alliance: Infernal

Infernal General: Asmodeus

Appearance:
Valentina carries all of the physical traits would expect of a servant of the demon of lust. She is stunningly beautiful, which her Spanish ethnicity strongly supports. Her eyes are large and a deep, dark brown, emphasized by a strong amount of smoky eyeliner and mascara. Her lips are soft and comfortably large, hiding a row of straight and shimmering teeth. Large, dark and gentle curls cascade around a thin neck, reaching her mid back- her hair is usually let down and free, never bound back or restricted. Her body is slender, firm, and fit, and her skin a pure olive tone. She tends to place major importance on her appearance, and as a result, her nails are most often kept manicured, her skin clean and blemish-free beneath an invisible amount of expertly applied makeup, and her hair soft and shining.

At the time, she is wearing a pair of black boots; short, cut-off denim jeans with a thick white belt; and a snug black capped T-shirt that reveals her midriff. Two silver rings adorn her right hand, and a short silver chain hangs around her neck which holds a diamond-shaped pendant with a black eye in the center.

Weapon:
Valentina's weapons are a pair of khopesh [http://media.photobucket.com/image/khopesh/The_Daemon/sword_khopesh.jpg], sickle-like knives. They are made of steel that seems to burn the skin around the wounds it inflicts, and the handle is crafted of what seems to be human bone.

Bio:
Valentina immigrated to America as a newborn babe, in the care of her impoverished family. They ran a small home in the downtown area of a major city, where prostitution, theft, and violence reigned. Unable to move from the poor neighbourhood, young Valentina was stranded within the hectic and hellish city until the age of twelve, when her father, the sole provider of the family, died. Angered by her position within the world and the atrocities mankind had committed to her because of her social status, she ran away from home, abandoning her newly widowed mother to join a street gang.

The gang was mostly filled with young and reckless boys her age or younger, all of them runaways or orphans. As the groups only 'mother', as it were, Valentina felt a sort of pride and dominance as the leader of the pack. She led the group to commit a countless number of crimes, from group robberies by attacking alone individuals, to jewellery store robberies as they grew older. She became known as a sly and cunning seductress, who would lure men into her trap before striking- earning her the title as 'The Heartbreaker'.

At the age of 21, after drinking an excessive amount of alcohol after celebrating a newer robbery, Valentina found herself wandering the alleyways of the city by dark, alone and drunk. A man, homeless and destitute by the looks of it, knifed her in the stomach and stole her possessions- a few meagre pieces of jewellery and little more than a hundred dollars. Wounded and dying, unable to cry for help, a figure appeared to her in the dark as another man. He wore a clean suit, and was exceptionally handsome- more than the rough men who jeered and spanked her one the streets and in clubs. He offered her freedom and life, for a small service. Frightened, she accepted. When she awoke several hours later, she wound had vanished completely- however, a silver chain bearing an odd pendant had appeared around her neck, unbreakable and unable to remove. In her room of her dark apartment, she had found a pair of strange knives, which she discovered to be called a khopesh.

Currently, she continues these minor robberies of well-off shops, while acting as a stripper part-time in the dingy side of the city. She wears her pendant daily- she has been unable to take it off, partially because it refuses to break, and partly because it reminds her of the handsome figure who had offered her a second chance.

Asmodeus? sounds a little bit more like your general should be Lust. mind filling me in? other than that though, it's all good.

Asmodeus IS Lust, buddy. Well, he's a demon who tempts people by using the sin of lust.

 

[Xero Scythe]

Whew, finally done!

And yes, I'm infernal, since everyone else had to be goody goodies.

Spoiler: Valentina Ramos

Name: Valentina Ramos.

Age: 24

Alliance: Infernal

Infernal General: Asmodeus

Appearance:
Valentina carries all of the physical traits would expect of a servant of the demon of lust. She is stunningly beautiful, which her Spanish ethnicity strongly supports. Her eyes are large and a deep, dark brown, emphasized by a strong amount of smoky eyeliner and mascara. Her lips are soft and comfortably large, hiding a row of straight and shimmering teeth. Large, dark and gentle curls cascade around a thin neck, reaching her mid back- her hair is usually let down and free, never bound back or restricted. Her body is slender, firm, and fit, and her skin a pure olive tone. She tends to place major importance on her appearance, and as a result, her nails are most often kept manicured, her skin clean and blemish-free beneath an invisible amount of expertly applied makeup, and her hair soft and shining.

At the time, she is wearing a pair of black boots; short, cut-off denim jeans with a thick white belt; and a snug black capped T-shirt that reveals her midriff. Two silver rings adorn her right hand, and a short silver chain hangs around her neck which holds a diamond-shaped pendant with a black eye in the center.

Weapon:
Valentina's weapons are a pair of khopesh [http://media.photobucket.com/image/khopesh/The_Daemon/sword_khopesh.jpg], sickle-like knives. They are made of steel that seems to burn the skin around the wounds it inflicts, and the handle is crafted of what seems to be human bone.

Bio:
Valentina immigrated to America as a newborn babe, in the care of her impoverished family. They ran a small home in the downtown area of a major city, where prostitution, theft, and violence reigned. Unable to move from the poor neighbourhood, young Valentina was stranded within the hectic and hellish city until the age of twelve, when her father, the sole provider of the family, died. Angered by her position within the world and the atrocities mankind had committed to her because of her social status, she ran away from home, abandoning her newly widowed mother to join a street gang.

The gang was mostly filled with young and reckless boys her age or younger, all of them runaways or orphans. As the groups only 'mother', as it were, Valentina felt a sort of pride and dominance as the leader of the pack. She led the group to commit a countless number of crimes, from group robberies by attacking alone individuals, to jewellery store robberies as they grew older. She became known as a sly and cunning seductress, who would lure men into her trap before striking- earning her the title as 'The Heartbreaker'.

At the age of 21, after drinking an excessive amount of alcohol after celebrating a newer robbery, Valentina found herself wandering the alleyways of the city by dark, alone and drunk. A man, homeless and destitute by the looks of it, knifed her in the stomach and stole her possessions- a few meagre pieces of jewellery and little more than a hundred dollars. Wounded and dying, unable to cry for help, a figure appeared to her in the dark as another man. He wore a clean suit, and was exceptionally handsome- more than the rough men who jeered and spanked her one the streets and in clubs. He offered her freedom and life, for a small service. Frightened, she accepted. When she awoke several hours later, she wound had vanished completely- however, a silver chain bearing an odd pendant had appeared around her neck, unbreakable and unable to remove. In her room of her dark apartment, she had found a pair of strange knives, which she discovered to be called a khopesh.

Currently, she continues these minor robberies of well-off shops, while acting as a stripper part-time in the dingy side of the city. She wears her pendant daily- she has been unable to take it off, partially because it refuses to break, and partly because it reminds her of the handsome figure who had offered her a second chance.

Asmodeus? sounds a little bit more like your general should be Lust. mind filling me in? other than that though, it's all good.

Asmodeus IS Lust, buddy. Well, he's a demon who tempts people by using the sin of lust.

okay then, we now have a male/female Lust. so good to know.
anyway, you're in!

 

[jad4400]

Reserve please

 

[Xero Scythe]

Spoiler: How's this?

Name: Dahlia
Age: 18
Alliance: Infernal
Serves under: Wrath
Weapon: An onyx ring blade with sharpened edges (This has given her scars on her hands, that she doesn't even notice anymore)
Appearance: Shoulder-length ringleted Russet hair, Dark brown (almost black eyes), usually dressed in a casual laced off the shoulder black dress with a short maroon leather jacket, matched with just below knee-length black studded boots. She has severe insomnia which caused dark rings to remain permanently under her eyes which she outlines with eyeliner and dark eyeshadow.

Bio: Ever since she was young, she seemed to have an incurable blood lust, of course Dahlia had no idea what the problem was until the incident. At a very young age, her life was put at risk during a house fire. Wrath found potential on the young soul and brought her back. Since that moment she knew how to fill the void, taking almost childish joy in the idea of violence and blood. Her parents passed away when she was 7 and has remained family-less due to her manipulation and corruption of those around her, she was taken into a foster home for a short while but the other children were terrified of her. Afterwards she took to lodging at different places all over the country, always on the move- making her addiction easier to satisfy.
It's been established that her usual immature and happy disposition is merely a facade, her real personality is ravenous, enraged, spiteful and hateful. In preparation for Armageddon she was bestowed her weapon, which replaced her original weapons-razored knives.

alright, you're in! mind sending a pic of your weapon? (please put it in your post in a spoiler box. my computer is being a bastard.

 

[SteakHeart]

Whew, finally done!

And yes, I'm infernal, since everyone else had to be goody goodies.

Spoiler: Valentina Ramos

Name: Valentina Ramos.

Age: 24

Alliance: Infernal

Infernal General: Asmodeus

Appearance:
Valentina carries all of the physical traits would expect of a servant of the demon of lust. She is stunningly beautiful, which her Spanish ethnicity strongly supports. Her eyes are large and a deep, dark brown, emphasized by a strong amount of smoky eyeliner and mascara. Her lips are soft and comfortably large, hiding a row of straight and shimmering teeth. Large, dark and gentle curls cascade around a thin neck, reaching her mid back- her hair is usually let down and free, never bound back or restricted. Her body is slender, firm, and fit, and her skin a pure olive tone. She tends to place major importance on her appearance, and as a result, her nails are most often kept manicured, her skin clean and blemish-free beneath an invisible amount of expertly applied makeup, and her hair soft and shining.

At the time, she is wearing a pair of black boots; short, cut-off denim jeans with a thick white belt; and a snug black capped T-shirt that reveals her midriff. Two silver rings adorn her right hand, and a short silver chain hangs around her neck which holds a diamond-shaped pendant with a black eye in the center.

Weapon:
Valentina's weapons are a pair of khopesh [http://media.photobucket.com/image/khopesh/The_Daemon/sword_khopesh.jpg], sickle-like knives. They are made of steel that seems to burn the skin around the wounds it inflicts, and the handle is crafted of what seems to be human bone.

Bio:
Valentina immigrated to America as a newborn babe, in the care of her impoverished family. They ran a small home in the downtown area of a major city, where prostitution, theft, and violence reigned. Unable to move from the poor neighbourhood, young Valentina was stranded within the hectic and hellish city until the age of twelve, when her father, the sole provider of the family, died. Angered by her position within the world and the atrocities mankind had committed to her because of her social status, she ran away from home, abandoning her newly widowed mother to join a street gang.

The gang was mostly filled with young and reckless boys her age or younger, all of them runaways or orphans. As the groups only 'mother', as it were, Valentina felt a sort of pride and dominance as the leader of the pack. She led the group to commit a countless number of crimes, from group robberies by attacking alone individuals, to jewellery store robberies as they grew older. She became known as a sly and cunning seductress, who would lure men into her trap before striking- earning her the title as 'The Heartbreaker'.

At the age of 21, after drinking an excessive amount of alcohol after celebrating a newer robbery, Valentina found herself wandering the alleyways of the city by dark, alone and drunk. A man, homeless and destitute by the looks of it, knifed her in the stomach and stole her possessions- a few meagre pieces of jewellery and little more than a hundred dollars. Wounded and dying, unable to cry for help, a figure appeared to her in the dark as another man. He wore a clean suit, and was exceptionally handsome- more than the rough men who jeered and spanked her one the streets and in clubs. He offered her freedom and life, for a small service. Frightened, she accepted. When she awoke several hours later, she wound had vanished completely- however, a silver chain bearing an odd pendant had appeared around her neck, unbreakable and unable to remove. In her room of her dark apartment, she had found a pair of strange knives, which she discovered to be called a khopesh.

Currently, she continues these minor robberies of well-off shops, while acting as a stripper part-time in the dingy side of the city. She wears her pendant daily- she has been unable to take it off, partially because it refuses to break, and partly because it reminds her of the handsome figure who had offered her a second chance.

Wow. That almost makes me want to be an Infernal. Almost.

 

[Xero Scythe]

Whew, finally done!

And yes, I'm infernal, since everyone else had to be goody goodies.

Spoiler: Valentina Ramos

Name: Valentina Ramos.

Age: 24

Alliance: Infernal

Infernal General: Asmodeus

Appearance:
Valentina carries all of the physical traits would expect of a servant of the demon of lust. She is stunningly beautiful, which her Spanish ethnicity strongly supports. Her eyes are large and a deep, dark brown, emphasized by a strong amount of smoky eyeliner and mascara. Her lips are soft and comfortably large, hiding a row of straight and shimmering teeth. Large, dark and gentle curls cascade around a thin neck, reaching her mid back- her hair is usually let down and free, never bound back or restricted. Her body is slender, firm, and fit, and her skin a pure olive tone. She tends to place major importance on her appearance, and as a result, her nails are most often kept manicured, her skin clean and blemish-free beneath an invisible amount of expertly applied makeup, and her hair soft and shining.

At the time, she is wearing a pair of black boots; short, cut-off denim jeans with a thick white belt; and a snug black capped T-shirt that reveals her midriff. Two silver rings adorn her right hand, and a short silver chain hangs around her neck which holds a diamond-shaped pendant with a black eye in the center.

Weapon:
Valentina's weapons are a pair of khopesh [http://media.photobucket.com/image/khopesh/The_Daemon/sword_khopesh.jpg], sickle-like knives. They are made of steel that seems to burn the skin around the wounds it inflicts, and the handle is crafted of what seems to be human bone.

Bio:
Valentina immigrated to America as a newborn babe, in the care of her impoverished family. They ran a small home in the downtown area of a major city, where prostitution, theft, and violence reigned. Unable to move from the poor neighbourhood, young Valentina was stranded within the hectic and hellish city until the age of twelve, when her father, the sole provider of the family, died. Angered by her position within the world and the atrocities mankind had committed to her because of her social status, she ran away from home, abandoning her newly widowed mother to join a street gang.

The gang was mostly filled with young and reckless boys her age or younger, all of them runaways or orphans. As the groups only 'mother', as it were, Valentina felt a sort of pride and dominance as the leader of the pack. She led the group to commit a countless number of crimes, from group robberies by attacking alone individuals, to jewellery store robberies as they grew older. She became known as a sly and cunning seductress, who would lure men into her trap before striking- earning her the title as 'The Heartbreaker'.

At the age of 21, after drinking an excessive amount of alcohol after celebrating a newer robbery, Valentina found herself wandering the alleyways of the city by dark, alone and drunk. A man, homeless and destitute by the looks of it, knifed her in the stomach and stole her possessions- a few meagre pieces of jewellery and little more than a hundred dollars. Wounded and dying, unable to cry for help, a figure appeared to her in the dark as another man. He wore a clean suit, and was exceptionally handsome- more than the rough men who jeered and spanked her one the streets and in clubs. He offered her freedom and life, for a small service. Frightened, she accepted. When she awoke several hours later, she wound had vanished completely- however, a silver chain bearing an odd pendant had appeared around her neck, unbreakable and unable to remove. In her room of her dark apartment, she had found a pair of strange knives, which she discovered to be called a khopesh.

Currently, she continues these minor robberies of well-off shops, while acting as a stripper part-time in the dingy side of the city. She wears her pendant daily- she has been unable to take it off, partially because it refuses to break, and partly because it reminds her of the handsome figure who had offered her a second chance.

Wow. That almost makes me want to be an Infernal. Almost.

not too late to change!

 

[Aqualung]

Whew, finally done!

And yes, I'm infernal, since everyone else had to be goody goodies.

Spoiler: Valentina Ramos

Name: Valentina Ramos.

Age: 24

Alliance: Infernal

Infernal General: Asmodeus

Appearance:
Valentina carries all of the physical traits would expect of a servant of the demon of lust. She is stunningly beautiful, which her Spanish ethnicity strongly supports. Her eyes are large and a deep, dark brown, emphasized by a strong amount of smoky eyeliner and mascara. Her lips are soft and comfortably large, hiding a row of straight and shimmering teeth. Large, dark and gentle curls cascade around a thin neck, reaching her mid back- her hair is usually let down and free, never bound back or restricted. Her body is slender, firm, and fit, and her skin a pure olive tone. She tends to place major importance on her appearance, and as a result, her nails are most often kept manicured, her skin clean and blemish-free beneath an invisible amount of expertly applied makeup, and her hair soft and shining.

At the time, she is wearing a pair of black boots; short, cut-off denim jeans with a thick white belt; and a snug black capped T-shirt that reveals her midriff. Two silver rings adorn her right hand, and a short silver chain hangs around her neck which holds a diamond-shaped pendant with a black eye in the center.

Weapon:
Valentina's weapons are a pair of khopesh [http://media.photobucket.com/image/khopesh/The_Daemon/sword_khopesh.jpg], sickle-like knives. They are made of steel that seems to burn the skin around the wounds it inflicts, and the handle is crafted of what seems to be human bone.

Bio:
Valentina immigrated to America as a newborn babe, in the care of her impoverished family. They ran a small home in the downtown area of a major city, where prostitution, theft, and violence reigned. Unable to move from the poor neighbourhood, young Valentina was stranded within the hectic and hellish city until the age of twelve, when her father, the sole provider of the family, died. Angered by her position within the world and the atrocities mankind had committed to her because of her social status, she ran away from home, abandoning her newly widowed mother to join a street gang.

The gang was mostly filled with young and reckless boys her age or younger, all of them runaways or orphans. As the groups only 'mother', as it were, Valentina felt a sort of pride and dominance as the leader of the pack. She led the group to commit a countless number of crimes, from group robberies by attacking alone individuals, to jewellery store robberies as they grew older. She became known as a sly and cunning seductress, who would lure men into her trap before striking- earning her the title as 'The Heartbreaker'.

At the age of 21, after drinking an excessive amount of alcohol after celebrating a newer robbery, Valentina found herself wandering the alleyways of the city by dark, alone and drunk. A man, homeless and destitute by the looks of it, knifed her in the stomach and stole her possessions- a few meagre pieces of jewellery and little more than a hundred dollars. Wounded and dying, unable to cry for help, a figure appeared to her in the dark as another man. He wore a clean suit, and was exceptionally handsome- more than the rough men who jeered and spanked her one the streets and in clubs. He offered her freedom and life, for a small service. Frightened, she accepted. When she awoke several hours later, she wound had vanished completely- however, a silver chain bearing an odd pendant had appeared around her neck, unbreakable and unable to remove. In her room of her dark apartment, she had found a pair of strange knives, which she discovered to be called a khopesh.

Currently, she continues these minor robberies of well-off shops, while acting as a stripper part-time in the dingy side of the city. She wears her pendant daily- she has been unable to take it off, partially because it refuses to break, and partly because it reminds her of the handsome figure who had offered her a second chance.

Wow. That almost makes me want to be an Infernal. Almost.

Hur. Hur. I have that effect on people. ;P

 

[SteakHeart]

Whew, finally done!

And yes, I'm infernal, since everyone else had to be goody goodies.

Spoiler: Valentina Ramos

Name: Valentina Ramos.

Age: 24

Alliance: Infernal

Infernal General: Asmodeus

Appearance:
Valentina carries all of the physical traits would expect of a servant of the demon of lust. She is stunningly beautiful, which her Spanish ethnicity strongly supports. Her eyes are large and a deep, dark brown, emphasized by a strong amount of smoky eyeliner and mascara. Her lips are soft and comfortably large, hiding a row of straight and shimmering teeth. Large, dark and gentle curls cascade around a thin neck, reaching her mid back- her hair is usually let down and free, never bound back or restricted. Her body is slender, firm, and fit, and her skin a pure olive tone. She tends to place major importance on her appearance, and as a result, her nails are most often kept manicured, her skin clean and blemish-free beneath an invisible amount of expertly applied makeup, and her hair soft and shining.

At the time, she is wearing a pair of black boots; short, cut-off denim jeans with a thick white belt; and a snug black capped T-shirt that reveals her midriff. Two silver rings adorn her right hand, and a short silver chain hangs around her neck which holds a diamond-shaped pendant with a black eye in the center.

Weapon:
Valentina's weapons are a pair of khopesh [http://media.photobucket.com/image/khopesh/The_Daemon/sword_khopesh.jpg], sickle-like knives. They are made of steel that seems to burn the skin around the wounds it inflicts, and the handle is crafted of what seems to be human bone.

Bio:
Valentina immigrated to America as a newborn babe, in the care of her impoverished family. They ran a small home in the downtown area of a major city, where prostitution, theft, and violence reigned. Unable to move from the poor neighbourhood, young Valentina was stranded within the hectic and hellish city until the age of twelve, when her father, the sole provider of the family, died. Angered by her position within the world and the atrocities mankind had committed to her because of her social status, she ran away from home, abandoning her newly widowed mother to join a street gang.

The gang was mostly filled with young and reckless boys her age or younger, all of them runaways or orphans. As the groups only 'mother', as it were, Valentina felt a sort of pride and dominance as the leader of the pack. She led the group to commit a countless number of crimes, from group robberies by attacking alone individuals, to jewellery store robberies as they grew older. She became known as a sly and cunning seductress, who would lure men into her trap before striking- earning her the title as 'The Heartbreaker'.

At the age of 21, after drinking an excessive amount of alcohol after celebrating a newer robbery, Valentina found herself wandering the alleyways of the city by dark, alone and drunk. A man, homeless and destitute by the looks of it, knifed her in the stomach and stole her possessions- a few meagre pieces of jewellery and little more than a hundred dollars. Wounded and dying, unable to cry for help, a figure appeared to her in the dark as another man. He wore a clean suit, and was exceptionally handsome- more than the rough men who jeered and spanked her one the streets and in clubs. He offered her freedom and life, for a small service. Frightened, she accepted. When she awoke several hours later, she wound had vanished completely- however, a silver chain bearing an odd pendant had appeared around her neck, unbreakable and unable to remove. In her room of her dark apartment, she had found a pair of strange knives, which she discovered to be called a khopesh.

Currently, she continues these minor robberies of well-off shops, while acting as a stripper part-time in the dingy side of the city. She wears her pendant daily- she has been unable to take it off, partially because it refuses to break, and partly because it reminds her of the handsome figure who had offered her a second chance.

Wow. That almost makes me want to be an Infernal. Almost.

Hur. Hur. I have that effect on people. ;P

Damn you, Aphrodite! I mean, AquaLung!

 

[jad4400]

Spoiler: Van Pasterbealt

Name: Van Pasterbelt

Age: 34

Alliance: Infernal

Infernal General: Greed

Appearance: A designer black business suit that includes black trousers and black shoes. He also has a gold ring with a red ruby in the center.

Weapon: A rapier type sword with various types of jewels encrusted in its handle

History: Van grew up as the son of a poor family, as a child he was mocked and teased by the other children for his poverty and saw how his parents aspired for little. One day he pick pocketed a wealthy man and discovered he suddenly had more than four hundred dollars. After splurging the money on objects of the children?s fascination, the others kid soon respected him and gave him positive attention. This left him with a pathological desire to steal.

After a rough ten years of petty theft, Van refined his taste and began to steal hive value objects to sell on the black market. Jewels, painting, documents, nothing was safe from Van and his thieving spree. He envisioned himself as an urbane member of the upper class and spent countless dollars improving his image and buying the finest of items: clothing, cars, houses and the like. However, no matter how much money he got, no matter how much attention he received he wanted more.

Eventually however one of his buyers betrayed him and after being shot in the stomach he was left to die. The daemon Greed had observed him for a long time and asked if we would be willing to exchange his services for his life.

Waking up in a strange place, he found the strange figure that had saved his life. Offering only cryptic answers he was given a sword and a ring and told that when the time came, he would be able to repay his debt.

Now that the invasion has come it is time for Van to begin his repayment for life.

This is whta his sword kinda looks like: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Sword_Full.jpg

 

[Xero Scythe]

Spoiler: Van Pasterbealt

Name: Van Pasterbelt

Age: 34

Alliance: Infernal

Infernal General: Greed

Appearance: A designer black business suit that includes black trousers and black shoes. He also has a gold ring with a red ruby in the center.

Weapon: A rapier type sword with various types of jewels encrusted in its handle

History: Van grew up as the son of a poor family, as a child he was mocked and teased by the other children for his poverty and saw how his parents aspired for little. One day he pick pocketed a wealthy man and discovered he suddenly had more than four hundred dollars. After splurging the money on objects of the children?s fascination, the others kid soon respected him and gave him positive attention. This left him with a pathological desire to steal.

After a rough ten years of petty theft, Van refined his taste and began to steal hive value objects to sell on the black market. Jewels, painting, documents, nothing was safe from Van and his thieving spree. He envisioned himself as an urbane member of the upper class and spent countless dollars improving his image and buying the finest of items: clothing, cars, houses and the like. However, no matter how much money he got, no matter how much attention he received he wanted more.

Eventually however one of his buyers betrayed him and after being shot in the stomach he was left to die. The daemon Greed had observed him for a long time and asked if we would be willing to exchange his services for his life.

Waking up in a strange place, he found the strange figure that had saved his life. Offering only cryptic answers he was given a sword and a ring and told that when the time came, he would be able to repay his debt.

Now that the invasion has come it is time for Van to begin his repayment for life.

This is whta his sword kinda looks like: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Sword_Full.jpg

alright, you're in! tell your friends about this marvellous RP!
(God, how i love self-advertising)

 

[Azraellod]

okay, you're in. the only thing is, i would expect someone who had the stigmata to wield the blazing sword of Archangel Michael. just an idea though, it's fine as is. just remember, it's still gonna hurt like hell when you hold your weapon. you have two non-healing holes in your hand. you wanna fix that, or do you want to keep it as is?

Ok, I made a slight modification to fix that, and explain how his hands were stronger then previously. It's in the last paragraph, and has resulted in a minor change to his appearance.

The reason I selected the Archangel Michael was because I had the Archangel Azrael watching over my character. I remember reading somewhere that the two were friends, or something along those lines. Since that archangel wasn't an option (understandably, as nearly everyone would pick them), I went with Michael.

The weapon is more based on the Archangel Azrael, but since I already have at least 2 scythe wielding characters in other RPs, I wanted a change. I thought a Kusarigama would fit nicely. It's basically a sickle on a chain, and I have been itching for the opportunity to try and use one in an RP. Since a sickle also qualifies as farming equipment, I figured that it worked here.

 

[VaudevillianVeteran]

Spoiler: How's this?

Name: Dahlia
Age: 18
Alliance: Infernal
Serves under: Wrath
Weapon: An onyx ring blade with sharpened edges (This has given her scars on her hands, that she doesn't even notice anymore)
Appearance: Shoulder-length ringleted Russet hair, Dark brown (almost black eyes), usually dressed in a casual laced off the shoulder black dress with a short maroon leather jacket, matched with just below knee-length black studded boots. She has severe insomnia which caused dark rings to remain permanently under her eyes which she outlines with eyeliner and dark eyeshadow.

Bio: Ever since she was young, she seemed to have an incurable blood lust, of course Dahlia had no idea what the problem was until the incident. At a very young age, her life was put at risk during a house fire. Wrath found potential on the young soul and brought her back. Since that moment she knew how to fill the void, taking almost childish joy in the idea of violence and blood. Her parents passed away when she was 7 and has remained family-less due to her manipulation and corruption of those around her, she was taken into a foster home for a short while but the other children were terrified of her. Afterwards she took to lodging at different places all over the country, always on the move- making her addiction easier to satisfy.
It's been established that her usual immature and happy disposition is merely a facade, her real personality is ravenous, enraged, spiteful and hateful. In preparation for Armageddon she was bestowed her weapon, which replaced her original weapons-razored knives.

alright, you're in! mind sending a pic of your weapon? (please put it in your post in a spoiler box. my computer is being a bastard.

Hey i've revised my sheet a little up there and put in a picture of the weapon

 

[SteakHeart]

Actually, I'd like to make one more revision. Instead of a gun, (what holy people use guns?) I'd like two blades. They are held blade down, and look like a combination of a set of brass knuckles, those wierd spiky fist things, and a short, serrated scimitar. I'd post a pic, but I'm pretty sure such a weapon doesn't exist.

 

[Xero Scythe]

Actually, I'd like to make one more revision. Instead of a gun, (what holy people use guns?) I'd like two blades. They are held blade down, and look like a combination of a set of brass knuckles, those wierd spiky fist things, and a short, serrated scimitar. I'd post a pic, but I'm pretty sure such a weapon doesn't exist.

actually, some weapons exist like that.

People, tell your friends so we can get started sooner!

 

[Nukey]

Spoiler: finally had time in my schedule to make a sheet

Name:Adrian Adler

Age: 26

Alliance: Infernal

Serves under: Sloth

Appearance: Long messy brown hair, brown eyes, pale complexion, he looks somewhat like a stoner and always looks relaxed. He wears a white under shirt, a green sweatshirt with a hood, faded blue denim jeans, a pair of white sneakers.

Weapon: A sword cane, the sheath is made of brown and black wood in a stripped pattern, the
sword is single edged and made of steel. it is easily goes unnoticed because of its disguise.
http://aesthetictraditionalist.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/cane-sword-rattan.jpg

Bio: Adrian was born into an incredibly wealthy family both his parents were CEO's of massive corporations, which resulted in himself thinking that he never had to work. soon after his parents died when he was 17 he became a drifter, moving from town to another spending his days relaxing and partying.

Everything was going fine until his 25th birthday, he was returning home after a long day of partying and he was struck by a car while crossing the street, the car drove off leaving him in the street to die. He was approached by man dressed in the exact same attire saying that he would save Adrian in an exchange for repayment later, Adrian replied with "okay" and with that he awoke on his couch next to a sword cane with note attached reading "you shall be summoned when the end is near"

Now with Armageddon approaching Adrian has really not changed his habits, he continues to relax even with doomsday coming.

tell me if changing is needed.

 

[Xero Scythe]

Spoiler: finally had time in my schedule to make a sheet

Name:Adrian Adler

Age: 26

Alliance: Infernal

Serves under: Sloth

Appearance: Long messy brown hair, brown eyes, pale complexion, he looks somewhat like a stoner and always looks relaxed. He wears a white under shirt, a green sweatshirt with a hood, faded blue denim jeans, a pair of white sneakers.

Weapon: A sword cane, the sheath is made of brown and black wood in a stripped pattern, the
sword is single edged and made of steel. it is easily goes unnoticed because of its disguise.
http://aesthetictraditionalist.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/cane-sword-rattan.jpg

Bio: Adrian was born into an incredibly wealthy family both his parents were CEO's of massive corporations, which resulted in himself thinking that he never had to work. soon after his parents died when he was 17 he became a drifter, moving from town to another spending his days relaxing and partying.

Everything was going fine until his 25th birthday, he was returning home after a long day of partying and he was struck by a car while crossing the street, the car drove off leaving him in the street to die. He was approached by man dressed in the exact same attire saying that he would save Adrian in an exchange for repayment later, Adrian replied with "okay" and with that he awoke on his couch next to a sword cane with note attached reading "you shall be summoned when the end is near"

Now with Armageddon approaching Adrian has really not changed his habits, he continues to relax even with doomsday coming.

tell me if changing is needed.

nope, you're in.

 

[Xero Scythe]

*okay, let's just get this rp started! if more come, so be it. all OOC from now on in spoiler bubbles.*
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*INFERNAL*
Pride assembled the 6 other Generals in the center of Pademonium, the capital of hell. "It is time." He intoned. "Go, find your champions. Armageddon has started, and we shall win the final battle. Now go!"

the generals one by one left Pandemonium in seach of those who had promised their lives to hell.
--------------------Lust
Lusty Asmodeus was first to reach earth. He waited in the club where Valentina worked until her shift was over, then he intercepted her on her way to her home. "Hello, my dear," He purred as he stroked her face. "Do you remember me? I'm the man who saved your life all those years ago. Well, I need to call in on that favor. Mind helping me out?" He said, seductively.
--------------------Wrath
Wrath was the next to reach earth. Just like his champion, he had a cool exterior. pray that you never got to the interior. He waited inside Dahlia's new lodgings until she came home. "Good evening, Dahlia. I am Wrath, he who saved your life all those years ago. I've come to call in that favor. Armageddon starts now, and you will fight for hell." He stood up. "Don't screw this up, or there will be hell to pay."
--------------------Greed
the third was Greed. he appeared in Van's home office and put his feet on the desk and his hands behind his head. Pasterbelt entered. "Hey, Van. I see life's treatin' you well. You really take after me eh? You want it all, the money, the power, the fame, and the women. You want everything! and I can give it to you. all you gotta do is fight for me. See, Armageddon is now. most don't know it. Heaven's gonna fight back, but we can't fight directly in the beginning. So fight for me, and have all your dreams come true.
---------------------Sloth
Sloth was last, due to his lazy nature. He reclined on Adrian's sofa. "Hey mate, nice place. Look, i just wanna go back to sleep or something, 'cause this is waaayyy too much work. I saved your life, you now fight for me in Armageddon. Got it? Otherwise, i kill you here and look for someone else. but i really don't wanna do that, 'cause it would be even more work. Do we have a deal?"

 

[SteakHeart]

---Prologue---

Jackson walked down the street. As he did, he felt the Bible in his pocket.

"God, please don't strike me down for this..." Alex found the rival gang's headquarters. He saw no one in there, and so he started to, as he would say, Fuck shit up. He broke windows, cracked guns in half, and generally caused mayhem. As he tore down a poster of a half-naked woman, he heard a bang and saw a bullet embed in the space in front of him. Jackson immediatly turned around and pulled out his MAC-10, firing at the rival members. One of the memebers had a sniper rifle, and managed to shoot Jack three centimeters below the heart. Jack fell to the ground, struggling to stay alive.

"God, help me..." whispered Jack. As he said it, an angelic figure swooped down to him and cradled him in his arms.

"I am the archangel Raphael. Do not be alarmed. I am here to make you an offer. I will let you survive, on one condition. You will fight for god and slaughter the demons. Do you accept?"

"I accept."

The next thing he knew, he was sitting on his couch. He looked around, and saw his gun was gone, replaced by two odd-looking blades. Jackson picked them up and said, "This will do." Then he lied down and took a well-deserved nap.

Spoiler: OOC

I'm afraid that I can't post until Monday, as I will be on a school trip for tomorrow and Sunday. This shouldn't be a problem, though, as my post was simply a prologue.

 

[Xero Scythe]

---Prologue---

Jackson walked down the street. As he did, he felt the Bible in his pocket.

"God, please don't strike me down for this..." Alex found the rival gang's headquarters. He saw no one in there, and so he started to, as he would say, Fuck shit up. He broke windows, cracked guns in half, and generally caused mayhem. As he tore down a poster of a half-naked woman, he heard a bang and saw a bullet embed in the space in front of him. Jackson immediatly turned around and pulled out his MAC-10, firing at the rival members. One of the memebers had a sniper rifle, and managed to shoot Jack three centimeters below the heart. Jack fell to the ground, struggling to stay alive.

"God, help me..." whispered Jack. As he said it, an angelic figure swooped down to him and cradled him in his arms.

"I am the archangel Raphael. Do not be alarmed. I am here to make you an offer. I will let you survive, on one condition. You will fight for god and slaughter the demons. Do you accept?"

"I accept."

The next thing he knew, he was sitting on his couch. He looked around, and saw his gun was gone, replaced by two odd-looking blades. Jackson picked them up and said, "This will do." Then he lied down and took a well-deserved nap.

Spoiler: OOC

I'm afraid that I can't post until Monday, as I will be on a school trip for tomorrow and Sunday. This shouldn't be a problem, though, as my post was simply a prologue.

Spoiler: OOC

nah, it's fine. i was gonna ask you guys to post soon anyway.

 

[Aqualung]

The smoky air was thick and suffocating as Valentina straightened, a few new bills tucked within the scanty threads of a red thong. She had never taken to the habit of smoking, as she valued her stolen wealth more than that- but she felt the poison of cigarettes bury and settle deep into her lungs regardless, setting her for death by a different sort of murder.

She could feel the grimy dinginess of the club about her. Violent shades of purple, pink, and blue lights flashed overhead almost painfully, turning her olive skin into a darker, shadier tone, and highlighting the fine layer of sweat that glistened over her thighs like a coat of primer. As she slid up and down the metal pole, bending and swaying her body as she did so, the loud beat of some unknown dance music screamed, infiltrating her insides and pounding loudly.

The song came to a close, finally- it had seemed to last for many ages. Smoothly she lowered to the stage floor, scooped a few crumpled (and probably soiled) dollar bills, and tucked them in the cave of her bra. She strutted off of the stage, her heels clicking as they propped up her feet in a manner that flexed the strong muscles of her long and slender legs. The moment she had left the stage, another girl had taken her place, capturing the eyes of all men in the club- except for one.

Valentina was quick about dressing. Though she had no objection to parading about in her undergarments- in fact, she was rather good at it- it filled her with more unease to be seen nude by one man, than by a room of dozens. Maybe it was the way one pair of critical eyes could undress her clothing and her skin to find the naked essence beneath her skin. These were the thoughts she suppressed while pulling over a T-shirt, some denim shorts, and a comfortable pair of boots. She tucked the money she had gained into a safe beneath the desk of her dressing room, and left, running her slender fingers through glossy dark curls.

She sighed as the cool night air hit her face on the walk home, pushing her hair back with tendrils of a breeze. She closed her eyes, feeling the wonderful sensation over her eyelids- and when she opened her dark eyes again, she halted in her tracks.

The man. The man who had saved her. How long had it been? ...Three years? Three years to this day. She stiffened, a hand gripping her purse where she kept a can of mace. Something was wrong with this man; his composure, his air, his confidence.

"Hello my dear. Do you remember me?" asked the stranger, as though his mind was in her thoughts. "I'm the man who saved your life all those years ago. Well, I need to call in on that favor. Mind helping me out?"

Valentina took a slight step back, her face dark. "That depends. Who are you? What did you do to me?" How did you return me to my home and leave me completely unharmed? ...Were you a dream?