The Hell War

[UnusualStranger]

Why not, lets see how this goes.

Spoiler: Tommy Corranus

Name:Tommy Corranus

Age:35

Gender: Male

Skills: (Earth moving and Metal shaping)

Possessions: Tommy carries a small amount of supplies to survive, as well as an enchanted Longsword, with the hilt wrapped up, and the metal formed specifically by Tommy himself after many hours of concentration and testing. Otherwise, he depends on his more unique skills to keep himself alive and killing others.

Appearance: Tommy is dressed simply, wearing darker military jeans, some armor which he had found on his wanders adorned with some holy symbols. Otherwise he is usually found carrying a bag to carry what he needs to survive. Underneath the pockets and odd armor, he has some burn marks from a few "magic tests", as well as his share of cuts and bruises from the brushes he has had with demons and the environment. Otherwise, his messy black hair, as well as his dark green eyes make him appear as human as one can be in the world today.

History: Tommy is what you could call a "Lucky" one, with the term luck being questionable in itself. Tommy managed to sneak away from the demonic captors and escape into the increasingly desolate cities and places where demons didn't much care for due to the lack of humans to "play" with. While Tommy isn't exactly a superior trained survivalist, there was enough left behind to survive on for many days....until a demon spotted Tommy grabbing a meal. With no weapons collected, Tommy slammed his fist into the ground, only for the ground to rise up in the shape of a spike, surprising both the demon and Tommy. Escaping the site of the demon, Tommy began to practice with any other element he could think of, with only the metals giving him any heed. Fire didn't seem to play nice when he caught ON fire, and water didn't respond any more than getting him wet.

With a renewed sense of vengeance for all those he had seen before him die, Tommy went out more actively, finding some armor and weapons scattered about from those less fortunate, and while not particularly hunting demons, he was no longer afraid of killing them. Armed with the earth under his feet, and the metals, he found a new fury to unleash upon the demons who had crushed the world he had lived in, and soon found a group of people willing to share in his journey of crushing demons like they had crushed them for years.

Tommy is willing to kill all in his path to find the way to get the things off the planet, and if he can't, he'll find a way to make a place to keep some of humanity safe from the bastards.

 

[Ultraman950]

Hmm... I might join in on this, but I'll need to get Skype. It's free, right?

 

[SkyeNeko]

@ultraman: yep. free as free can be.

 

[Ultraman950]

Most excellent. Thank you.

 

[willofbob]

Spoiler: Jack Anders, Diamond Jack

Name:Matthew Anders

Age: 45

Gender: male

Skills: skilled fencer and a crack shot with a pistol, speaks fluent Latin and decent brawler

Possessions: Blessed Rapier, his incredibly flashy suit (which gives him his name)has a bound daemon,making it very tough against mortal weapons and giving a cold-burning effect to the various hatpins concealed within, the mear act of wearing the suit causes a painful sensation likened to "having every cell in your body cringe, wet itself, and start running in a different direction than all the others",actually using the abilities contained therein causes a state of intense hypothermia.

Appearance: Tall, black haired with a moustache and a hideously pale complexion, Jacky here isn't going to win any beauty contests. He speaks with a slight Irish accent and constantly twiddles his fingers, as if nervous. He has beady little eyes and a pointed celtish nose.
His suit is by far the most impressive thing about him; bright red and white checkers (studded with ruby and diamond), a tie patterned with the spades and diamonds symbols, gold thread weaving around in celtish spirals and pinstriped blue and gold slacks, worn with a stylish white top-hat.

History: Born in Dublin, a young Jack Anders learned to take what he could get at an early age. His marks in public school where very high, not due to his considerable intellect, but due to his skill at cheating. For a brief period in his 20s, he became a college professor, but a scandal between him and a student, a large rubber duck, a pencil and a stick of salami caused him to flee the country to America, where he became a proffesional gambler. He met the Demon Samael, who inhabits his suit, about a month before the War started. He owned a casino on the Las Vegas Strip and tried to mug him after he was spotted in a diamond suit. After the war, Jack paid a quick visit to Samael for the purposes of tricking him into his suit, mainly as a way of surviving. He joined the resistance as soon as he could find it.

hope he's not a marty stu

 

[PrinceOfShapeir]

No, no, no. Honestly, sounding out everything -wrong- with the character would take too long, but the largest problem is that Samael is already a major character.

This is OOC knowledge, but I'll put it up anyway. Besides Azazel, there are six other major Demon Lords.

Belial, Moloch, Belphegor, Mammon, Samael, and Lucifer (Also known as Satan or The Devil). Besides the seven Archdukes, there are several other Demon and...entities who are off limits - Lilith, Asmodeus, Samyazza, Beelzebub, Leviathan, Behemoth, and Ziz. Angels are completely off limits as well.

 

[Irony's Acolyte]

Here we go. All finished and hopefully up to spec. Just tell me if there is anything I should revise.

Spoiler: Character Sheet

Name: Rhys Fields

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Skills: Lacks magical powers of any sort

Possessions: Rhys has a regular cross-bow that he loads with handcrafted demon-bone bolts. The quiver for his bolts are similarly crafted from a demon, using it's hide to hold his ammo. When fighting in close combat he uses a demon bone pick and knife to fight two handed with. While he is competent and experienced with all of his weapons, he is entirely self-trained and so lacks the techniques of more formal styles. Rhys also wears a necklace of several demon teeth which he claims thirst for blood. Whether they do so is questionable.

Appearance: His years in demon slavery have not been well on Rhys. He has many scars across his back and arms from the whips of his overseers and his hands and feet are well callused from the hard work he was forced to do. His weight has been to pick back up from before, but he still is a muscular lean. He keeps his hair cut short, though it's usually ragged. His eyes have a bit of a tired look to them and his left ear is in tatters. Along with his numerous scars he also has a crudely made tatoo in between his shoulderblades that marked him as his master's slave. His clothes have a similar look to them, ragged and worn. His jacket looks a bit too big and his worn and torn pants are held up not by a belt, but a piece of rope. His socks have holes and his boots are old, but they keep his feet safe and are better then going barefoot.

History: When the demons flooded into the world and the armies of Earth rose up to fight them, Rhys was eager to help out. He joined up with one of the militia units that were raised after the first couple major battles. He went into the fight eager and confident, like many other recruits, sure that with human will the demons would be pushed back. The bloodbath that followed broke the human battleline and Rhys was one of the many who fled. He was also one of the many who was captured and enslaved as the demons marched on. He was lucky and only forced to do hard labor, helping to build a new world for the demons on Earth. He also hints at other tasks he was set to, but never speaks of them.

Rhys was eventually able to take a chance and broke out of slavery, using improvised weapons made from the bones of demons to slay any who stood in his way. Though he finally managed to free himself, he was still changed. Gone is his once confident demenour; now Rhys is more subdued from his couple years of slavery. He still hates the demons and wishes to kill them while he can, but it is a more smoldering rage then a burning one. In battle though he lets loose, letting his anger and bloodlust take over, showing that the ways of the demon ingrained themselves in him somewhat.

 

[Fragrance of Mtn Dew]

Spoiler: Emmet Viscardi

Name: Emmet Viscardi

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Skills: N/A

Possessions: He carries two swords made from a sharpened demon's femur. Also wields a shotgun modified to fire a spread of demon knuckle bones. And if all else fails, Emmet uses demon knuckle bones as pseudo brass knuckles of his own.

Appearance: Emmet stands at an average height of about 5'11 and is of a fairly average build. Although his time being captured and tortured by the demons has left him scrawny and malnourished, he has been gaining a slightly more muscular physique in recent days due to his training and battles. He has long scraggly brown hair and a scruffy unshaven beard to match. He prefers to wear the black armor of demons as much as he possibly can, but if it proves to be too uncomfortable or restrictive for him he'll change into military fatigues instead.

History: Emmet spent most of his life in southern Georgia where he was born, and was a firm believer and supporter of the Southern Baptist church. This was his only real interest and passion in life though, which led to him eventually dropping out of high school during his senior year. He did manage to marry his high school sweetheart, Megan and have a son whom they named Joseph. It wasn't an easy life they lived, living from paycheck to paycheck but they got by. Eventually, it wasn't enough for Megan and Emmet came home to an empty house. He hasn't seen them since.

And then the demon invasion happened. Emmet was one of the few that survived and was herded to Las Vegas to be tortured rather than outright killed, although whether this would be deemed fortunate is a matter of opinion. Seeing the horror wrought by the demons shook Emmet's faith greatly, and he came to believe that there was no God and if there was he was certainly no friend to mankind. Just when he had given up all hope, Emmet was rescued by Morte Infernus and gladly joined their cause. Partially, he joined to see if he couldn't rescue his lost wife and child. Mostly though, he joined to get revenge on the demons who turned the earth into a living Hell. Having no combat experience and not being particularly physically fit has been a hindrance to him thus far, but he is slowly getting the hang of fighting demons.

I'm mildly intoxicated at the time of this writing, so this may not be my best work. Or it might be. We'll see when I sober up, but if there are any problems let me know and I'll fix em.

 

[willofbob]

No, no, no. Honestly, sounding out everything -wrong- with the character would take too long, but the largest problem is that Samael is already a major character.

This is OOC knowledge, but I'll put it up anyway. Besides Azazel, there are six other major Demon Lords.

Belial, Moloch, Belphegor, Mammon, Samael, and Lucifer (Also known as Satan or The Devil). Besides the seven Archdukes, there are several other Demon and...entities who are off limits - Lilith, Asmodeus, Samyazza, Beelzebub, Leviathan, Behemoth, and Ziz. Angels are completely off limits as well.

sorry, can I have a reserve?

I haven't been at the top of my game lately, I'll have a think about it and post a new character tomorrow.

 

[Ultraman950]

Okay, let's see how this goes.

Spoiler: Warsaw

Name: Bellona Valentine, or "Warsaw"

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Skills: Swordplay, some magic, including some healing powers

Possessions: Enchanted Sword, Demon-Flesh Gauntlet that lets her cast magic

Appearance: http://cartoonvsmanga.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/anime-girl191.jpg
That, but with more casual clothes, shorter hair, a bit less armor, no small knife, and a few small scars. ... So yeah, totally different.
Well, same sword and gauntlet, but yeah.

History: Bellona was living a quiet, boring life behind a desk... one she didn't like. She hated her job and her boss was a jerk, but she couldn't find another job, so she was stuck.

Then the demons showed up. Bellona couldn't really say she was happy about this either, but at least she was out from behind the desk, and it seemed the fencing classes she'd been taking would finally pay off, but she decided she'd have to wait until she was really ready. She kept moving around North America and practicing, since she'd heard bullets were useless. One day, she was found and attacked, and managed to defend herself reasonably well... until the demon started actually trying and gave her a nasty scar on her left arm. The demon was eventually killed by a man more intelligent and skilled than her, but he was injured and died as well.

She decided to take his impossibly big sword, which was amazingly light... she'd find out later that it was enchanted with this exact effect in mind, in addition to killing demons. She also found a book on him that taught how to craft weapons and armor from demon corpses. She used this knowledge to craft the gauntlet that hides and represses her festering wound to this day. She doesn't quite know why people started calling her Warsaw, but she thought it might have something to do with the man that died saving her.

How's that? I can edit as required/requested.

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Ok, finally got a sheet done. Seems to have been so much more interest since I was last here lol.

Spoiler: Owen Connell

Name: Owen "El Diablo" Connell.

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Skills: Street magic and what he refers to as the "telekinetic push". The latter skill is a form of magic stemming from Owen's enchanted bracer that allows him to create a short range force that can push objects. Owen uses it mainly as a makeshift shield, pushing his enemy's attacks away from him, but has been known to focus his energy into large amounts of force to push opponents several feet through the air. Due to the bracer being on Owen's left wrist, he can only use "telekinetic push" with his left hand.

Possessions: The magic bracer locked onto his left wrist that allows him to perform the "telekinetic push", a small hatchet that has been blessed with holy water, a deck of dog-eared, slightly singed playing cards and a double-headed coin.

Appearance: Owen is about 6'2 and relatively gaunt due to his lack of food. A tangled mess of shoulder-length black hair makes his bright blue eyes even more striking than they already are.

His clothes are a mish-mash of scavenged paraphernalia including: a navy-blue dressing gown, a very grimy, grey jumper, a pair slightly torn and baggy black jeans and a pair of cowboy boots that he pulled from the corpse of a 'Billy the Kid' impersonator. Adding the silver bracer locked onto his left wrist to his apparel simply causes Owen to look even more ridiculous.

History: A street magician for almost 10 years in Las Vegas, Owen scraped a living competing with the razzle-dazzle of the casinos, cabarets and huge magician shows in the city of sin. To supplement his meagre income however, Owen became a confidence trickster, using his innate charisma and magic skills to con unwitting victims out of their money and - occasionally - their bank details. These actions caused his peers to dub him "El Diablo".

When the demons hit, Owen somehow managed to avoid capture and escaped Las Vegas, holing up in a 24hour motel and chapel just outside the city. Here, Owen stayed Never having been a religious man, Owen was uncomfortable, even in the supposed sanctuary where he met a "crazy" old priest. Upon first meeting the priest, Owen was grabbed and had the magical bracer locked onto his arm, with no way of getting it off. The only explanation was that it had useful powers. It wasn't until Owen attempted to push the old man away that he really understood.

Inadvertently sending the priest flying through one of the chapel's windows, Owen had created a viable passage for the demons to enter, and had therefore signed the occupants' doom. Amongst the ensuing chaos, Owen had grabbed the first weapon he could find - a hatchet that had been lying in a font full of holy water. Hacking his way out, Owen was soon picked up by a group of soldiers who had been on their way to rescue the occupants of the chapel. With Morte Infernus in tow, Owen returned to the chapel only to find everyone gone, with only a few bodies of those who had fought scattering the ground.

Owen has now been with Morte Infernus a couple of weeks now, and despite all efforts, is finding it difficult to forgive himself for the incident at the chapel.

 

[willofbob]

Spoiler: new diamond jack

I'm keeping the Diamond Jack monicker and look, but altering him to be less Marty-Stuish.
WARNING: Jack displays severe narcissistic tendencies.
Name: Jack Anders, Diamond Jack

Age: 35

Gender:male

Skills: cheater, swindler, fencer

Possessions: a blessed pistol, enchanted rapier, an incredibly extravagent suit

Appearance:tall, good looking (and he knows it), dark hair, blue eyes, wears blush.
his suit is his most outstanding feature, the jacket is red-and-white checkered and covered in sequins and faux-rubies, his tie is studded with faux-pearls and covered in a pattern of alternating spades and diamonds with white in the gaps, the golden thread embossed into his jacket is real, but he gets incredibly cheap 'cus he knows a guy
his shoes have club symbols on the toes, he has a spades belt-buckle, diamond cufflinks and a heart on his white top-hat.

History: Born in Dublin to a poor family, Jack was really forced into a life of crime. At the age of 12, his father died and in a fit of depression, Jack took to a life of crime.
at the age of 23, he decided to go straight, got his doctorate and began a short career as a university professor, a career he was not suited to.
after a series of disapointments, he fell back into swindling and, after gathering a small fortune, made his way to vegas.

During the war, he made an enormous profit through black-market rations, but was shut down.
he joined the resistance mainly because a demonic occupation is bad for business.

 

[Sgt_Jakeman214]

Hey I'd love to see this happen. Looks freaking great, so here's my character.

Spoiler: Jake "Flame" Burns

Name: Jake ?Flame? Burns

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Skills: Expert Metalsmith, Pro Guitarist, Enchanter (Fire user)

Possessions: Enchanted Guitar- Flame?s Guitar is a Gibson Les Paul with a giant Axe blade on its underside, added by himself and Empowered to kill Demons by an Enchantress he met on his travels. Flame?s guitar is a potent weapon, charged by being played and fuelled by acts of extreme METAL! Generally, the more epic the riff he plays and the more over-the-top the kill, the sharper the guitar?s blade becomes.

Appearance: Flame is an average looking young man, standing 6? tall with jet black hair and icy blue eyes. His hair is kept in a ragged ponytail that extends to his upper back. He has a deep scar that runs from his chin to right ear from an angle grinder gone out of control and three claw marks that cover his left eye, a surprise gift from a demon in battle. He wears a pair of faded jeans, an old black Metallica shirt and a comfy Leather Jacket with a firebreathing dragon motif on the back. Underneath his average exterior are muscles of steel, honed by many years as a Metalworker?s apprentice doing hard but fair labour, and fighting demons.

History: Jake Burns moved to the US from Australia with his Dad when he was 16 and immediately dropped out of school, snatching a job at the local Steel Mill and Fabrication plant. Showing an extreme aptitude for anything Metal, Jake was soon given an apprenticeship. Around the same time someone gave him a guitar and took him to a metal concert, and his mad skillz emerged with the guitar. Toiling hard for several years, he was about to open his own car modification shop when the Demons attacked. As the world went to hell around him, quite literally, Jake grabbed his Gibson, welded an Axe blade into it and took the fight to the Demons. They had destroyed his world, and he was going to put the fear of metal into them and destroy theirs!

It didn?t end well, with the Demons having the upper hand in almost every battle Jake fought in, until an Enchantress showed up one day and began to mow Demons down with insane power. But a single Demon managed to get close to the Enchantress and struck her down. Jake made a mad dash to her and found her dying, her body broken but her spirit still strong. With her last breath, she cast all her power into the guitar-axe and Jake himself, transforming the guitar into a weapon like no other and awakening Enchanter powers within him. He could now summon and control Fire, fuelled by his metal instincts and feelings. Swearing revenge on Hell and Satan himself, Jake took on his new identity as Flame, the Warrior of Metal.

Over the space of 6 months Flame made his way to Las Vegas, hearing stories of slaves, Lord Azazel and the rebellion known as Morte Infernus. He joined with them as soon as he entered the city limits, and has been rocking out and slaying demons ever since. He intends to lead a Burning Crusade of Metal across the world to cleanse it of Hellspawn and Demons, and eventually into Hell to slay Satan himself.

 

[Link_to_Future]

Yeah, I love this concept. Gonna see if a defensive character might fit.

Spoiler: Gabriel Vuzella

Name: Gabriel Vuzella

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Skills: Extensive Knowledge of Biblical Lore, Talented User of Light-Based Magic, Primarily Focused on Defensive and Healing Spells

Possessions: Carries a thick tome bound in leather and bronze with an engraving of an angel with a flaming sword. Also carries a small blessed dagger for emergencies.

Appearance: Gabe is an unassuming sort. Standing at a mere 5?5? he is generally towered over by his compatriots and rarely seen to be much of a threat. His scrawny build also doesn?t do him any favors. He favors a long cream colored cloak to protect him from the elements and to hide his greatest treasures from view: A small crucifix received from his mother, his magnificent tome that he keeps slung around his shoulder with a leather strap, and his ornate blessed dagger.

History: Gabriel Vuzella was born on a small farm on the outskirts of Hemingford Home, a small town near the border of Nebraska and Wyoming. His life was simple and pleasant. Gabe?s mother and father were deeply religious and made it a point to instill a sense of religious fervor and passion into their son. They lived secluded from civilization; all of their food was provided by the farm and all of Gabe?s education was provided at home.

Shortly after his fourteenth birthday Gabe noticed a change. The world seemed darker. Colder even. His parents began to speak in hushed voices around him and quietly shifted his duties from farming to a more intense study of religious lore. During this time he was first given his holy tome and taught how to wield the powerful magic bound within. He grew attached to the potential of the holy incantations, particularly the ones that invoked the shield of faith and breath of life.

Finally his parents approached him on a dreary April morning two years into his training and revealed their secrets to him. They were members of a religious sect believed to be tasked by God himself to prepare a defender against the demons that had invaded the world the year prior. Now they believed it was time for him to enter the outside world and become that defender. Gabriel was shocked by this news and deeply wounded by the lack of transparency from his parents. However, he took their burden willingly and at the tender age of sixteen he entered the hellscape that had become the outside world.

For the last year Gabriel has wandered the land helping the few remaining survivors to the best of his ability. His timid mannerisms and small stature led demons to underestimate the abilities of the teenager. So far, they had all regretted this. Recently, his travels have taken him as far south as the gathering of evil around Las Vegas?

I sorta whipped this up between classes so I didn't really get a chance to proof it. Hope it's looking ok.

 

[PrinceOfShapeir]

Okay, well. I'm disgusted and ashamed by what I've seen here.

Skye, Stranger, Avashka, Fragrance of Mtn Dew, and Ultraman. You are accepted. The rest of you, begone. Applications will remain open, PM your sheets to me. In the meantime, this RP will begin shortly.

 

[Tips_of_Fingers]

Okay, well. I'm disgusted and ashamed by what I've seen here.

Disgusted and ashamed? Strong words. Any particular reasons why?

 

[Shock and Awe]

Okay, well. I'm disgusted and ashamed by what I've seen here.

Spoiler

Little testy no? A reasoning would be nice before you use such commentary.

 

[PrinceOfShapeir]

"Keep alert. Lord Azazel lost a patrol in this sector eight hours ago. This Unit Six to Command, we have no contacts. Continuing our sweep."

In the burned out husk of an apartment complex, Captain Anya Corbaine sat against the wall, rifle in hand. She twisted around the window and took aim through her scope. "I count ten. Eight collabos, two Demons. One's Wrath, other's an Imp."

The eight humans were wearing looted riot gear and carrying shotguns and submachine guns. Imps were smaller Demons, only standing about eight feet tall. They were the shock troops of the Demon army. Impossibly numerous and comparatively weak. Their actual appearance varied, this one looked like a humanoid, horned crocodile. The Wrath Demon looked far different, girded from head to foot in black armor that glowed with fire from within, holding a massive broadsword that was taller than Anya was. She grinned. Easy money. The terrain offered almost no cover for them.

"Team, get ready. Hostile contacts are moving into the killzone."

Her team - a ragtag bunch if she'd ever seen one - was arrayed around this blasted out wreck of a street, just waiting for her to take the first shot. She started rolling her round between her fingers, staring at the crosses carved into it. "In the name of God." She slid it into the chamber, closing the bolt action. "Bear witness."

She twisted and fired. The neck of the Wrath Demon exploded, exposing the demon's black, charred flesh. The Demon roared, but did not die. Anya slapped her radio. "This is Wasp, they're stung! Move in for the kill!"

 

[SkyeNeko]

Ace was sitting down behind a pile of wrecked cars, checking the bullets in his revolver. 8 collabs, 2 demons. 8 collabs, 2 demons. It was always easy to take the life of a demon, even if they begged for their lives on their knees, or promised riches and power. But collaborators always left a bad taste in his mouth. Some of them were long gone, shells of their former selves, others enjoyed the privileges and the spoils of war. He loaded the gun with normal bullets: there was no sense in wasting the expensive ones on humans. They died just as easy as before.

"This is Wasp, they're stung! Move in for the kill!"

At the signal, Ace jumped up and aimed through a broken windshield at the first thing he saw. He wasn't sure whether to be thankful that it was a human man, decked out in a similar mismatched armor. The man hadn't spotted him yet, and Ace knew he had already hesitated to long. His gunshot pierced the air, hitting the man in the neck. Crimson blood stained the dusty air, flooding the street with more red.

[i][small][b]You're just as bad as they are: you're slaughtering your fellow humans like sheep[/b][/small][/i]

The demon in his sword pulsed with a high pitched laugh. No. Concentrate. He ducked back behind his cover, trying to gauge where the other enemies were positioned. Sometimes it was bad, and Ace couldn't hear anything around him, but tonight it was just a few taunts and jibes. Delilah was obviously uncontent with her current living conditions, and usually took out all her vexation on him. He wasn't going to use the sword unless he needed to: hopefully his teammates would take out the demon before it came after him.

 

[Avashka]

The radio crackled beside the Maiden as she crouched, a crimson heap of fabric, behind the shattered windows of a storefront. It was dark in here, shadows shrouding her position, but she knew where the demons stood-- she could feel it. Out in the street with their fool servants.

Morte Infernus recognized that her power was fueled by hate, a distinct tell of its demonic molding. But they were content that her hate was directed very firmly upon the abyssal armies. It was hard to hold it back, and she was grateful for the command to strike.

And strike she did. The demons and their collaborators, reeling from Anya and Ace's first strike, should be easy prey. The Maiden rose, coruscating power shining black about her even as it charred her own flesh. She directed a hand toward the wounded Wrath Demon, the twisting beam of energy focusing and burning its way through the dust-choked air towards the hapless monster.

The demons had honed her abilities. This one would soon learn their error.