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[h3 [center Roughly Translated]]
[i Look, the moon rises,
it's about time,
for the silent phase,
of the peaceful holiness,
and you hit the point,
where everything goes dark,
then out of the Devil's gullet,
A chuckle rises.
You hear him laughing, you see him grinning,
it's getting louder, closer comes the white light, it touches you and seals your fate.
The rubble next to you,
represent something evil,
the beast was here,
white and red fur in the wind,
hope at bright day,
but outmatched by fear,
when your heart beats the last time,
a laugh will redeem you.
You hear him laughing, you see him grinning,
it's getting louder, closer comes the white light, it touches you and seals your fate.
But it's actually not,
how it first seems,
I'd be glad in one piece,
if fate wouldn't hurt you,
I just mean it good with you,
warning you from danger,
but when I stand in front of you,
all you hear is Hahaha.]
[h3 [center *Name TBD*]]
Species: Seraphim Abomination
[center [i [u *WIP*]]]
[center [b [u *Demon Eater*]]]
[h3 [center Gabriel]]
Age: Appears to be in his early to mid 20's
Exact age - somewhere in his 10,000's
Years: Been apart of the S.A.S for about 20 years
Species: Demon Eater
[i [u Devour -]] Able to transform his scythe into a demonic entity. It can then proceed to grip down and rip apart anything unlucky enough to be caught in the jaws of the weapon
[i [u Demonic Summoning -]] Can call forth lesser hellish spawn to aid him should he need it
[i [u Demon Soul Rend -]] Tied to his scythe, creating the demonic creature which can strike right for the soul of anything and anyone.
Weapons: Demon scythe, only weapon he needs. Though is able to use firearms when needed
Weaknesses: Rosary beads have a powerful effect over him, nullifying his abilities.
Holy mantles can block his soul rend.
Other Info: Always seen with a demonic familiar
[center [i *WIP*]]
[center [b [u *Human Form*]]]
[center [b [u *Creature/True Form*]]]
[h3 [center Name TBD]]
Gender: Appears male in human form
Other Info: A strange creature with a beautiful voice. It enjoys music and loves to sing
[center [i *WIP*]]
[h3 [center Dragon Rider RP]]
[b Username: Dragoncita]
Age: Appears to be in his mid 30's
Exact age unknown
Affiliation: Ronan chooses neither side, keeping a neutral stance despite the growing war between the rebels and Kingdom
Powers/abilities: Enhanced senses/speed/strength. Time Manipulation
Bio/History: Once Ronan had actually been a proud member of some of the King's, well, the old King's, guards. One could say the Old King and Ronan were close friends at one time. However, the new King stepped forward, changing everything. Ronan followed orders, for the most part given to him by this new King, many of which were growing considerably questionable by the man's standards.
Eventually, a task had befallen him, which made Ronan turn his very back on the Kingdom he had once served so faithfully. His order, to go to a peaceful farming village and make an example of the people there. He was to kill any man within the village, and attack anyone and anything that was in his way or tried to oppose him. Thinking of the families, the children within that village, Ronan would not take it upon himself to cause them such misery when they had done nothing against the Kingdom.
So, he blatantly stated it to the King's face, he would not follow that order, then attempted to leave. However, the new King not liking his order being refused, and in such a bold manner, instead made it so Ronan would not leave, and was instead thrown in the depths of the dungeons, tortured and beaten day-after-day for his 'treason' against the King.
Several years passed, years of pure agony. It was on one day that the castle was being attacked by a rebel attack. The attacked destroyed parts of the castle, and during the mayhem he found a way to escape his prison. Ronan moved as best he could, making his way towards the courtyards amidst the fire, debris flying, and just overall chaos of the battle happening. Unknowing to him, his path came across a gruesome sight.
Before him, a white dragonelle, stained red with both her own blood and that of most likely her captors. The beast was pinned down, gravely injured, much like him. Ronan approached, also severly injured from the years of torture and darkness.
It was then, that man and beast's souls entwined, creating a pact. This pact renewed their strength, freeing the dragon from her bonds, and Ronan once again feeling capable of properly moving…but there was a price for this…
Other Info: Unlike many dragons and riders, whom forged a friendship, Ronan's bond with his dragon goes even further, a pact. This pact pushed his powers to the ultimate limit, easily outdoing many riders easily.
However, with the creation of the pact, there was a price. Ronan's life is now entwined with Ishivere. If his dragon is in pain, he can feel her pain. If she were to die, he would soon follow suit. Another price of the pact, Ronan lost the ability to age. He will always appear to be in his 30's, for as long as he lives now, which could be years to centuries. His body is covered in strange markings, a 'brand' which was created when he made the pact.
Besides that, Ronan does have a bit of a drinking problem. He will drink himself drunk, and not give a damn about the consequences. This has gotten him into some rather difficult situations.
Age: Thought to be somewhere in her 36,000's
Species: Chrono Dragon
[i [u Time Pulse -]] Able to release a pulse within a certain radius. This pulse freezes everything caught in the radius of the pulse.
Depending on the situation, Ishivere can concentrate her power, making the pulse cover an immense area. However, this takes extreme amounts of energy. Say she tries to spread the pulse over several miles, that would take immense amount of her energy, that could result in her passing out.
Nearly all her abilities are connected to this major attack of hers, all except her breath attack
[i [u Rewind -]] Ishivere is able to turn back time to a certain degree, long as it has been in the pulse.
Say a volley of arrows was heading straight for her. The dragonelle would release the pulse, then redirect those said arrows back towards her attackers than herself. Though is able to do this with most attacks aimed at her. However, there are a few that can bypass this ability
[i [u Decay/Renew -]] A dangerous ability. Anything unlucky to be caught in the pulse, can either have time fast-forward for them at an alarming rate which instantly causes them age rapidly, eventually leading to death
As for the renew, it can 'heal' allies so to speak, or least put them at a time before danger, as Ishivere refuses to even try if she can revert someone or something back to a more childish state.
[i [u White Mist -]] Ishivere's breath attack. Instead of fire, she breathes a fine, white mist. This mist suffocates anyone and anything unfortunate enough to be caught in it
Bio/History: Once Ishivere had been a 'wild' dragonelle, as that new king had dubbed dragons that didn't have a rider. Before that, her life had been simple, keeping to herself in her cave, observing everyone and everything from a distance. It had been peaceful, never really having any interest with the humans.
However, that changed one day. That new King sent out men to find and capture wild dragons, all in the name for the 'betterment' of the Kingdom. Not that Ishivere really cared about any of that, but she had been one of the unfortunate dragons to be caught and forced back and into captivity.
From there, she was forced with riders, each one failing after the other to try and connect with her. Once having been free, and then suddenly thrown in a cage, it shouldn't have been that big of a surprise when Ishivere retaliated, refusing any rider presented to her, so far as going to injure one that had tried to use a whip on her.
Several years, each time ending in failure for a possible rider. A few years, Ishivere found herself forced into the brood stables, hoping that she could prove useful there, but to no avail. The dragonelle refused any attempt to mate. If she were to have hatchlings, she would not have them here, and not with a dragon forced upon her.
One day, the King ordered the dragonelle to instead be made an example. Ishivere was drug out of the stables into the middle of a large courtyard. She was forced down, heavy chains overlaying her body, forcing her to lay flat. The King's men then proceeded to spread her wings out, pinning stakes into the joints and into the ground. Each moment was excruciating pain, but in her weakened state, Ishivere could do nothing as the beating then began. Days passed, each one only bringing more pain and suffering to the poor beast.
She was unaware as finally her break came. The rebels attacked the King's Castle. Confusion, chaos, but none of it mattered. She was just hoping someone or something would end her misery. Hearing the sound of footsteps, the beast turned her head, vision blurry, seeing a man before her. He looked just as bad as she did, most likely a prisoner much like herself.
The man knew she was near death, just as she knew he was…a pact would be the only thing that would save them both…
Other Info: The pact created has connected Ishivere's life with Ronan's. As such, her life is his and his is hers. If Ronan dies, she dies, and vice-versa.
Ishivere, unlike Ronan, is a quiet-spoken beast. Though she does let her rider know of her distaste of his liking for the drink. However, she cannot do anything other than clean up the mess after him, making her more like a motherly figure, than a partner to her rider.
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[center [b [i Crawling out of one hellhole and into another]]]
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[center [b [i Don't bother]]]
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[center [b [i I've become way too chill for the bullshit I put up with]]]
[h3 [center Lel]]
[h3 [center MECHA]]
[b Username: Dragoncita]
Name: Avrictus Yavudrrun
Alias: Four arms and Brute , occasionally called 'Rick' for short by Daitaro
Age: Actual Age - About 137 years old
In Human Form - Appears to be mid to later teens
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Appearance: In his true form, Avrictus is close to 10ft in height and pretty hefty. As a Megasaurian, he is equipped with 2 pairs of muscular arms, a powerful tail, wicked claws, and a tough layer of scales. His scales are several different hues of blue, a row of dark blue spines running down his back to the tip of his tail. Avrictus also has a pair of black horns upon his head. His blood is an unnatural bright, glowing golden hue
Human form, is seemingly the complete opposite of his true form. Avrictus is only about 5ft and 9in. His skin tone is pale, a top his head a mess of black hair. He's rather scrawny, but nothing too extreme. Avrictus' eyes are a pale purple
Usually Avrictus wears clothing that is breathable and gives him mobility, so nothing too loose, and nothing too tight. He wears a special [https://i.imgur.com/fej20K8.jpg bracelet]. The bracelet was crafted by none other than Daitaro. It was built with some pretty high tech which in turn, gives Avrictus his 'human' form.
Biography: Avrictus originally wasn't suppose to be where he is now. Being the son of a beast whom is a Major Galactic Criminal Lord, well, he was suppose to step up to the plate and be the 'big bad boss' his father wanted him to be. This, however, didn't go as planned.
Instead, Avrictus really had no interest in the Criminal Organization Empire created by his father. No, he was more so interested in exploring the outer realms of the galaxy without fear of the rest of the worlds trying to kill or capture him. Though, being who and what he was, as well as the ever watchful and demanding presence of his father, Avrictus was instead stuck with brutish ways.
Eventually though, he managed to sneak out, escaping on a hijacked spacecraft. He, of course only knowing the savage ways that were drilled into his head, did release the pilot, but then forced the pilot to drive the ship away to safety.
Once pulling into a port far away, Avrictus left the hijacked ship, though being his size, he couldn't exactly blend in with the rest of the population. Pretty much lost and alone, Avrictus seemed more like a lost child. It was by chance, he was found and befriended the tech and mecha pilot known as Daitaro.
Personality: Avrictus may come off as a cruel brute at first, but that was just the way he was raised.
He's been trying to get better at being 'nice' and 'asking' for things instead of using force and intimidation, though he can pull these tricks out in a moments notice
When introduced to a new environment, etc., he seems to revert to an almost childish state, usually being extremely curious and occasionally getting into trouble without meaning to
Origin: Originally, the Megasaurians come from the Planet Zeron E11
Occupation: Currently living and helping Daitaro with his projects
[h3 [center Daitaro]]
[b Username: Dragoncita]
Name: Daitaro Sasako
Alias: Tin arm , Genesis
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Appearance: Daitaro is an average height male, being close to 6ft, but not quite, more like 5ft and 6in. Skin tone is a very lightly tanned, blonde hair, and eyes an emerald green. From finger tip to elbow, both his hands and forearms are metallic/mechanical.
A simple black pair of pants, work boots, long jacket with a long sleeved shirt underneath is his choice of clothing. Also tends to wear a simple hat on his head.
Biography: Despite being young, Daitaro is definitely way ahead of the game. Even when in childhood, he was considered a prodigy, figuring out usually intense and difficult situations with ease. He exceled with electronics and technology, beginning with minor robots.
Though as he grew older, he set his sights on bigger, more complex designs and creations. As such, Daitaro has created several mech units. He has been highly sought after by several different galactic nations in order to create mech units.
He had been in a market place when he came upon the child-like Avrictus. Despite the other's brutish appearance, he approached while others ran. He offered the Megasaurian a place to stay, though there was of course a catch. Avrictus would need to pull his weight, and help Daitaro, which in turn he did.
Now, he is quite happy with his new friend and companion
Personality: As a child, Daitaro didn't quite fit in with the rest of his classmates. Having a more intelligent outlook and genius streak, he often preferred keeping to himself with his books and small contraptions
Daitaro is calculating and observant. He picks up on things swiftly, reading body language, etc. with little effort
Species: Augmented Human
Origin: Originally from Earth, though has explored several other planets
Occupation: Mecha Pilot and Builder
Mech Unit: [b [i *Genesis*]]
One of the first mechs ever built by Daitaro. As such, it has had plenty of upgrades since when it had first been built. Most likely even in the future, it will still be getting upgrades when Daitaro sees it fit.
Genesis is 'humanoid' in appearance, being mostly bipedal. It is not the largest of mechs, but is still more than capable of holding it's own against powerful threats. It is surprisingly agile and quick for a mech, being able to flip, land back on its feet, and so forth. Though Genesis relies mostly on hit-and-run tactics
The mech wields what appears to be a massive busterblade. Through some strange tech, the same busterblade can transform into a great cannon.
[h3 Possible mechs for Avrictus]
Recently started playing, enjoying it, as made by the same people that made the [b Godeater] Series
[h3 [center Video Game: Code Vein]]
[h3 [center Naberius: Old Profile]]
[center [b [u *Human Form]]]
[center [b [u *Demon form*]]]
[h3 Basic Skelly]
[b Name: Naberius]
Species: Usually a demon though can be a vampire
Other Info: He has his true form, though mostly stays human in order to not draw attention to himself
The only hint that shows he isn't human is the air tends to get hotter around him. Not to mention, when he's hungry, his eyes glow a brighter red and his stomach starts growling
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Naberius had sensed he had been spotted. He made no move as his hidden eyes came to settle on the female. She was staring straight at him.
[#8f000e ~Damn't~] he thought [#8f000e ~Stupid daytime...damn'tdamn'tdamn't~].
The demon finally allowed his red eyes to slow glow from the darkness. Might as well let himself be fully known. Besides, he could sense her fear. His pupils narrowed, almost serpentine as he glared at her. However, Naberius said nothing, only glared at her, growling softly.
He laughed at her reply. Well, he had to give her credit, this one wasn't stupid...which meant an even greater challenge. The demon's red eyes glowed brightly as her fear rolled off of her in waves. He made no move to stop her, knowing he could easily track her, especially now that he had her scent memorized.
Besides, the hunting was the best part for him. The demon preferred his prey to run before finally taking them down. It made things...interesting for him. Naberius turned around, seemingly disappearing, but then reappearing before her.
The demon grabbed her by the wrist, growling low, heat rolling off of his form, [#8f000e "Ahahah, now where do you think you're going?"]
Naberius looked up, his eyes glowing brightly with rage. He started to stumble along, using the wall as support.
[#8f000e ~Oh you've done it now~] he thought to himself, growling low [#8f000e ~You're not going to be given the choice of dieing fast, I'm going to make your life a living [b hell]~].
[#7a000b "Seems we rrran into some trrrouble,"] he growled, his 'r's sounding more like growls as he glared at her with his red eyes. The pupils thin slits, soon lost in the vast redness of his eyes.
Naberius' eyes shifted downwards, seeing her wound...and the blood. Without thinking he reached his hand downwards, allowing it to be soaked in her blood. He then brought his hand back towards his face. The demon then licked the blood, giving a soft moan suddenly.
He looked back to her, [#7a000b "Yourrr blood...it's so...I don't know, but it is nothing like I've tasted in my long life."]
Naberius then proceeded to finish 'cleaning' his hand, seemingly purring. It was intoxicating...her blood. It was true, it was different than any other human's blood he had tasted before.
He barely heard her, ripping apart the body. The demon snapped up anything that was edible, even crushing a few of the smaller bones in his strong jaws. Naberius continued to feed, moving on to the next male, and then the next.
The demon soon gorged himself till he could feed no more. His form shimmered, changing back to human. He shook his head, still fuzzy on what exactly happened. The only thing he truly remembered was the woman's sweet blood...and the need for more.
But right off, he didn't feel like moving. He gave a soft sigh, using the sleeve of his coat to wipe the blood from his mouth. Naberius knew he let himself go out of control...having eaten too much. Four full grown men was a lot to digest for a single demon. He grimaced as he felt his stomach twist, trying to digest the sudden overload of human flesh.
Forcing himself to stand, he groaned, holding his now slightly distended stomach. He leaned against the stone wall, cursing to himself in his mind. Naberius knew he would need to move, to get away from what had happened here. It would only be a matter of time before someone came along, finding him and the remains of the humans.
Naberius made himself stagger forward, still holding his stomach. He felt the grinding and heard it growl in protest at his movements. It would digest faster if he wouldn't move...but he needed to. The demon slowly, but finally managed to find a place to rest...an old, empty building.
The demon stumbled in, looking around. His red eyes dimmed to a dull glow, feeling sick. Naberius could sense no others, guessing this place had been empty for several years now. Well, meant it would give him a few days to digest without being bothered.
He staggered over to an old couch, flopping down on it, resting on his back. Naberius heard as his stomach continued to try and digest. Occasionally he'd wince as he felt his stomach twist, trying to crush a certain bone or such.
Naberius chuckled darkly. How cute, they were trying to protect this half-breed. If only they knew. Out of the corner of his eye, he took note of the other demon who was trying to make the illusion of being bigger.
[#8f000e "An incubus, hmph. I have no quarrel with you...besides, I prefer someone who [b fights back] instead of having humans come crawling to me to get into bed with me...disgusting."]
His gaze looked back to the human. Naberius blinked his red eyes, [#8f000e "Is that 'pointy' object supposed to do something? By all means my dear, run me through, it will do nothing."]
Then he heard the girl. His eyes glowed brightly. Naberius' lips curled back as he gave a cruel smile, showing sharp fangs, [#8f000e "Deary me, did I hear something about [i spiders]?"]
As if on cue, there was the sound of movement. Clicking could be heard, something was coming. On either side of the demon, 2 massive, [http://digital-art-gallery.com/oid/111/640x368_19192_Arachnophobia_2d_horror_alien_spider_monster_picture_image_digital_art.jpg spider-like beasts] crawled forward. The creatures' red eyes glowed as they clicked their mandibles.
Naberius gave another chuckle, [#8f000e "Ask, and you shall recieve young ones."]
The demon continued to watch with no expression. In fact, he had a bored expression on his face. He leaned back against a wall, continuing to watch the show. The demon honestly didn't expect the spider-like creatures to last long...they were but 'light-infantry' so to speak. There were plenty of others that Naberius could call.
His attention was brought to the newcomer, another male...heavily built it appeared. Naberius opened his jaws slightly, allowing for better scent collection. Hm, this scent seemed somewhat familiar. Though, he couldn't quite remember; can't remember every victim now can he?
The demon faked shock, [#8f000e "Mymy...such language...and in front of a child?"]
He yawned, showing sharp fangs. Naberius was still leaning against the wall, seemingly bored, [#8f000e "Humans...you think so highly of yourselves...it is such an undeserved arrogance."]
Strangely, he still made no move to attack. Nor did it appear any back-up was coming.
Naberius simply smirked. The air around him seemed to heat up, shadows swarming, [#8f000e "Hey, I had to go eat something...otherwise I might end up eating someone here. You know how that works with me."]
He then looked over to the lady as well. The demon held a hand up, palm out, [#8f000e "I'm good, as I mentioned, just ate. And it was quite a large meal at that."]
The demon rolled his eyes, giving a huff, [#8f000e "If you [b must] know, I ate a police officer."]
[#8f000e "What? He pulled his gun on me, so I had all right to defend myself,"] Naberius shot back.
The demon crossed his arms across his chest. He shot a glare the other way, eyes glowing red, pupils thin slits.
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