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Thread: The World's End Tavern

She brought herself to a lower hover as she approached the tavern she knew to be run by Trygon, the firm hand of Blue Moon. She had remembered hearing that he had set up a tavern of his own it seemed to be something that the majority of the land's enforcements were doing. They all served Sidonie unquestionably and being able to do their job as such, she knew they all needed a place to escape to. This was Trygon's. Her icy blue eyes were cold and they surveyed the building as she fluttered her wings to a slow pace. It allowed herself to lower her body and set her sandaled feet on the ground. She streched her wings and whispered a word. The wings faded and she was left standing, looking like any other patron of Trygon's tavern. Anjeru came up to the door and pushed her way inside, the slight gush a wind following her in. It caused her multi-colored, firey hair to flutter around her shoulders and even into the view of her contrasting blue eyes. She said nothing and shut the door behind her. Her greek-inspired dress was held together at her left shoulder by a gold clasp and it fluttered gracefully around her legs as she moved to the bar eyes surveyed the others in the room as she went. The knife weilding one had bad intentions at heart, she could see that. And there was that one with the wings. She was different but seemed peaceful enough. Seeing no reason to give up her identity at this time, Anjeru placed herself at the bar and quietly ordered a few shot of tecquila. She seemed indifferent enough to the patron's, distant, and she placed her feet onto the chair beside her, an elbow propped on the bar to hold her chin as she rested her head.
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Another new face graced the tavern, this one absolutely reeking of a purely demonic aura. But even then, Damien McCallister - as he called himself when he looked like he did in his human form - didn't seem to mind the fact that any that looked at him seemed to be somewhat intimidated by him. Even those that weren't knew well enough to stay out of the way and rightly so. Ever since having become an underling of the Goddess of Blue Moon, there were very few that challenged him and even fewer that went against him. Those that did met a slow and grisly end, but that would be the only warning he'd give. If they continued to resist, then they might as well have signed their own death certificate in their own blood. But for now, the raven-haired, glacier-eyed human walked into the tavern with a small smirk on his face, the long black leather jacket hung open to expose a simple white t-shirt which was tucked into the waistline of his black denim pants which was accented by a chain belt. The black, heavy leather boots gave off a deep cadence, each footfall resounding off the wooden flooring evenly as he walked and glanced about, seeing a few faces here that stood out amongst the rest. His main focus, however, was to possibly grab himself something to drink and perhaps engage someone in idle chit-chat. For someone like him, even some of the more simple things seemed to be a bit of an ice breaker.
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The other human eyed Damien as he made his way into Trygon's tavern he was like her. A being in service under their Goddess Sidonie, to help mediate her lands. Anjeru raised a hand in a silent gesture of hello from her spot at the bar. She dropped her hand from her chin to pick up her shot of tequila, in which she quickly knocked it back, swallowing it with a slight twist of her lips as it burned down her throat pleasurably. Valkyrie or not, she did enjoy the drinks of the mortals.
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Damien glanced over to the female Valkyrie named Anjeru. For some reason or another, he was under the assumption that she might have been Japanese, but apparently this wasn't the case. Well, bang goes that theory, he wondered to himself after a moment before exchanging a silent hello to the fellow mediator of these lands and smirked rather cordially before he too went over to the bar and knocked on the counter twice, giving an indicator to the bartender that worked here - aside from Trygon - that he was requesting a simple ale. He would then watch as a pint glass of the ice cold brew was slid his way, catching it in his open palm then gripped the hand before tilting it back and chugged about half of it down and placed it back on the counter, heaving a relieved sigh before turning his eyes over to her and smiled a clever yet sadistic grin at the Valkyrie. I believe I'm standing in the presence of my fellow mediator, am I correct? Damien asked, soon turning to face her.
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Anjeru's cold eyes lifted back up from her glass to the man at the bar beside her. She nodded her head, her auburn tinted, white-tipped bangs falling across one eye. Her skin was delicately pale, freckles dotting across her nose bridge and cheeks. You would be correct in your assumption, she said, a small smirk spreading across her thin, pink lips. We all seem to be setting foot in Trygon's domain today. She grabbed the next shot of tequila between her thumb and index finger and knocked it back, once again enjoying the burning sensation. She set the glass back onto the counter top looking back at Damien again.
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A bare whisper of sound resided and would alert none to her arrival, just as if it were the wind, flowing, moving, creating her steps for she barely made a sound. Taking a seat in the corner of the room, her dress floated around her in waves before fluttering down to caress the floor. Skin pale, lips tainted the color of blood, a mix of black and golden wavy hair hung down like silk, her eyes but a golden glow in the darkness - the color of honey, heretic eyes that saw everything. Shadows seemed to be drawn to her and it was as if she herself were apart of them. A predatory grace dancing between light and darkness. And in the pale moonlight of her skin, at the deep V of her dress, burnt upon her left breast stood out with white clarity the marking of the cross.
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Another dark traveller entered the room as well, a wrapped hand in black bandages sweeping off a large hood revealing his mid length coal-black hair. He quirked an eyebrow as he surveyed the tavern. Sighing to himself he walked towards the bar, a soft 'clunk, clunk' sound was made as his staff hit the ground. How... quaint. He said, disapproval evident in his tone. His gaze wandered over to the female who seemed to gather the shadows around her, his interest quickly faded however and he turned it towards a bottle behind the counter. He rose his hand nonchalantly and the bottle appeared in his hand. Well at least the selection isn't as poor as the furnishings... He said as he filled a shot glass and reached into his cloak for a flask he would sip from as a chaser.
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Angel watched them all in silence, watching and listening, as still as the statue she once was. Her wings didn't move, her hands did not stray from her lap. She was just focused on listening to everything around her. She had already done her worship, and the rest of the bottle was just for fun. Her fingers shifted barely as she cast her gaze around the room. A girl with a black heart, twisted mind. A Demon, A Valkyrie, A woman of Shadow, and... Someone she was sure she knew somehow but probably couldn't pin. The energy made her shudder faintly, and gave her quite the same react that Trygon had in a sense. She wasn't at all amused by her situation, but she had put herself there. She didn't bother to move, but returned to her perfect, eerie stillness.
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She felt so simple in comparison to all the others. She had no special powers, only what god had given her. And what a God, the thought made her chuckle. Yeah, he had given her a hell hole of a home to start out with. It had been hard to escape that life. So far so good, she wished that she had obtained more, she could sense the power from everyone, her eyes passing over to the mediators and away as she sat on a bar and amused herself by lightly spinning back and forth upon the stool. It was boring, she lost her interest in the place and left.
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A cursory glance off toward the only unoccupied corner of the tavern would show just that, nothing. But, wait. There was something there, surely it had been seen. No, no one had been sitting there all night. Another, far more scrutinizing, look would reveal that just such a figure did exist sitting at one of the tables. That lone figure had not just come in, the door had not opened again, so rationally he must have been there all night. But... for how long had his presence gone unnoticed? The truth was that he had arrived fairly recently, materialized in the tavern when no patron had been looking in that direction. Of course, he knew the owner Trygon and the other High Lords and Ladies of the realm were aware of his presence, that bothered him none. The demonic presence which resided inside of that body, while able to hide itself from most beings, could do nothing to hide from their powerful gazes. Still, though, he had nothing to fear from them. True, he was immortal, though that feeble body of Damascus, despite how much the demon's spirit strengthened it, was not. But the pair, known simply by the human's name as the demon was from before a time when humans felt the need to name their demons, did not cause havoc for those master of Blue Moon. Or, at least, nothing much more than what they were used to. He was wrapped in a dull gray hooded robe of sorts, the bottom hem and the sleeves frayed a little. Under that hood was an unnatural darkness, letting no light pierce through it as it covered the face of it's master. A skeletal hand slipped from the worn cuff and wrapped it's long fingers around the goblet of wine and lifted. The ruby red liquid disappeared at it was raised to the hidden face, unseen icy eyes surveying the patrons with meticulous precision.
Thread: CHARACTER PROFILES [updated 4-26]

Post character profiles here. Put in as much or as little as you want, just put in something before you start posting. Make a profile for each character you'll be using. Use only one post for all your characters. If your profile is decided to be insufficient, you'll be asked to expand on it. Failure to comply with these directives can result in being barred from the open RP forum. Crappy characters are allowed. Staff power abuse is allowed. Murder, rape, and damn near any other IC action is allowed. These rules are subject to editing at any time. HAAAAAAAXXXXXXXX-- NEW RULE No idle chatting in this particular thread character profiles only. -DJBayview
Thread: CHARACTER PROFILES [updated 4-26]

Re CHARACTER PROFILES Sidonie Sidonie is the mother goddess of Blue Moon, having molded the small plane of existence out of her desire for a paradise. She is Goddess of Pleasure and Sensuality having but one canon. Pleasure for pleasure's sake. She encourages all to find pleasure where ever they may. The only thing that she cannot abide is profaning the innocence of children. She considers it a great evil to steal away a child's innocence and will strike down any who commits such a heinous crime. Blue Moon was new and weak as a new born lamb when Trygon first appeared in her realm. She had caught wind of his crimes in other realms and was not, at first, welcoming to him. Over time her opinion of him changed, and she welcomed him at last as he became the hero and champion of the realm. She has a strong affection for him, and considers him a great and loyal friend. More to come later when I have sleep. listulistu
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Re CHARACTER PROFILES I feel that for all the gods there should be a normal person. Name Minako Osaragi Description Asian Half-chinese, Half-japaneseAbout 16, long black hair and dark eyes, glasses, 5'1 Minako is a student attending school in Sapporo where she lives with her family. She went to America when she was 12 for a foreign exchange program, going to school in god I don't remember, I think it was Seattle. She has above average grades, and knows more english than most of her peers, having gone to America she now speaks semi-fluently. She doesn't have too many friends but she isn't picked on. She's a member of her schools literary club. Her mother is 45 and her father is 41. Her father is her Japanese parent and her mother is Chinese. She has an older brother named Asuta. Things will apply given the settings, this is my usual rp character for modern and similar settings. actually only the mods are Gods, everyone else is mortal -Haxxed by DJBayview-
Thread: CHARACTER PROFILES [updated 4-26]

Re CHARACTER PROFILES Trygon, I must thank you for making such a forum . Now, If only we could get some dice rolling for stats and such, I could put up a d20 Modern that I'm working on. Alexander de La Cruz had been from place to place, looking for somewhere to settle down. A place where there was moderation but prey that he would be able to feed on. And he found such a place Blue Moon. He was a little shrank at first, at such a freelance but moderated place, but always the hopeful one, he picked up his chin and walked in with head held high. The Great Lord Trygon had already set up his power hold within the establishment. Another wanderer that Alexander knew from another area he had explored. A land that died off as darkness encroached over it. But that was the past. A shining future was to dawn over Blue Moon. He stayed in the darkness for the longest time, watching, testing the waters. But soon he came out, showed himself fully. Strength in weakness. His opposition was just as powerful as those that would be willing to fall behind him. Though he would never have such a war. Being a entity of the darkness, a Vampire, Alexander rarely went out into the night. He is slowly working on sun resistance, staying up in the early hours and late hours of the sunlight. Maybe in another thousand years he will be able to stay awake. Maybe. His hair is always tied back at the nape, for it has it's own annoyance when he cannot see what is in front of him. He is tall, some would call him dashing and handsome, though he would never agree. Wearing dark dress clothing and a black cloak, his blue eyes are usually what people see first. His body has its own allure, but he prefers to bring them to him with his voice, using it in a low, almost melodic tones that bring them closer, easing their tension and lowering their guard. He always gets what he wants, though there is very little he desires enough to take with force. He rarely shifts, but when he does, it is either in combat, or when he is exploring. His normal non-combat shifting is into the form of a snow wolf, with fur nearly blindingly white. He also prefers to move fast by growing out a pair of black, feathered wings. When he does fight, he uses a multitude of shapes, from the shape of a dragon, to mist itself. He has been in a rather tranquil state as of late, watching over the Denizens of Blue Moon, staying out of the foot prints of Trygon while seeing who needs their own justice, and reporting.
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Re CHARACTER PROFILES Name Naomi Vaultus Age 19 Race Human Bio Following the suicide of her sister Xandra, Naomi went thoroughly insane. She had never found out why her beloved sibling had killed herself, but having watched her slit her own throat had traumatized her. Ever since she found that she had an insatiable lust to see it again and again. She began to commit wanton murder, mimicking in some way how her sister had died. Eventually it devolved into just wanting to see people die, no matter how, but it was usually very violent. At a glance Naomi would seem like a normal sane person, but the appearance is just a cover. She remains calm for the most part, specifically picking targets and figuring out the best way to get them alone and torture them. The way she preferred to kill now was in a slow and painful manner, exhibiting the most horrible tortures she can think of, but if she's in trouble she remains well equipped to handle the situation swiftly and silently if need be. A side effect of Naomi's quite advanced mental illness were a few strange powers. A stare that could paralyze even the most fearless people with terror for at least a short amount of time, and the ability to temporarily silence all of her body's movements just in case she needed to sneak up on her prey. Weapons A butterfly knife, a stiletto, a rapier, 9mm pistol with a silencer. Powers Terrifying stare, Utter Silence. Effects described in bio Appearance -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Name Xandra Vaultus Age 23 Race Broken Soul Bio Xandra was a sad child in her youth. Having been plagued with negligent parents and what seemed to be a curse of bad luck. All through her life she had suffered tragedy after tragedy, first the death of three of her friends in a crash, next the murder of her lover following which the culprit had attacked her and blinded her with the hot barrel of the gun pressed up against her eyes. The final straw had passed when her little sister had ran away and had never come back. The depression set in with a strong mind to defeat her, and that it did. Only a year after Naomi had run away, she took her own life, perhaps for the opportunity to once again see her friends and her lover. Unfortunately it was not so. Death had taken her, but her soul being so battered and broken through a life of hardship could not transfer to either heaven or hell. She now wanders the earth, not sure what to search for so she might find peace and see her lost loved ones, if it would be at all possible. Weapons None, basic martial arts. Powers Invisibility, Intangibility, Possession. Appearance
Thread: CHARACTER PROFILES [updated 4-26]

Re CHARACTER PROFILES Name Amber Delostas Age A lady never tells. Sex Very female. Weight 115 lbs Height 5'4 Eye color Caribbean blue Hair Blond ringlets that fall in different lengths, with bangs that fall just barely in her eyes. Overall appearance Shapely, and curvy. Normally in a revealing little getup, stiletto heels, and a shimmer pink lipgloss. She has a sway to her walk, full of confidence. She rarely bothers with jewelry. Powers Teleportation via hellfires. Feeding on the souls of her bed mates. Bio Classified. Name Amethyst Meth Age About twenty one Sex Female. Weight 85 lbs Height 5 foot Race gazelle demon Eye color Gray Hair short, unkempt, uneven locks, dyed vibrant hot pink Other descriptives A tiny girl, thin and heavily tanned. Full of pink lipped smiles and excessive piercings, she's bubbily and approachable, but not good with social skills. She moves around a lot, always traveling, experiencing the world. Though she sticks out most anywhere, with her brightly colored clothes, belts a plenty draped around her tiny waist, and baggy pants complete with big boots. She's skittish and jumpy, and doesn't appreciate being surprised.
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The Mutant NameKyra Age 22 Sex Female and a lover of men Species mutant or some sort with a human back round. Eyes White Height 5'10 HairBlack Looks Back round Abilities She stands tall, her skin coal black, covered in soft little fur like hairs that made her touch skin feel soft and velvety and more appealing. She is a creature of the night as bright lights blind her sensitive pure white eyes and the sun makes her body over heat unless it is very cold then she can freely move within the sun light without fear. Yet, she still cannot push herself physically within the cold and sun. She prefers night. Her face is firm and smooth with high cheek bones. Her smiles are filled with deadly sharp teeth. From her head, long waves of black hair fall down her shoulders, often pulled back in a pony tail. She often wears a simply black tank top sort of top that shows off her cleavage and trousers that cut off at her knees to show some of her slender legs while her feet are swallowed up by thick boots. She is a biological killing machine. She dislikes using weapons, but for precaution she tends to keep a small pistol hitched onto her pant's belt just in case. Otherwise she is more highly developed for battle. She has larger lung area then a normal human, thus taking in more oxygen that quickly gets passed to one of her two hearts. One of which is bigger to get blood into the lungs and then the other one distributes it an an immensely high rate also leading to her having a very high temperature. Her fingers, she doesn't know as to why, will turn into sets of long, large claws made of bone and perhaps something else she is unaware of. Along with the blood pumping through her, her muscles are always supplied with oxygen allowing her to jump and perform feats of strength and agility with surprising speed and ease. Yet, the draw back from long fighting or lose of blood is that. In order to preserve herself, it will shut down and what blood is left will go about to repair injuries as fast as possible. -------- Unknown to her, she was an experiment for the army, to create a soldier that didn't need to hide behind heavy armor and artiliery. Unfortunetly. She wasn't close to perfect because of the fact she shut down. So they threw her off to some family where she lived and raised in a house that dispised her. She never left because she depended on them. Until now.
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Re CHARACTER PROFILES Like a phantom, Notte Requiem haunts the night, for she is a darkness with no shadow. A mystery, she can slip in and out without notice. Although, extremely sexual, her world is divided, compartmentalized into variations of her beliefs. She fears very little, death nor pain have hold over her, and she laughs in the face of those who both desire and fear her kiss. For once known, once seen, can be a cruel twist of fate for anyone caught within her web. Always watching, waiting, ready, like a formed and well trained predator. She is sleek and graceful, like a panther, and her eyes could stare into ones very soul. Devouring. Her age is unknown, even her very name could be falsified, although it is said that she was burned at the stake as a witch. The marking of the crucifix branded into her breast. Yes - I do realize that this is extremely half assed for being my work, but I really don't feel like doing anything right now. I'll update it when I feel in the mood.
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Re CHARACTER PROFILES Urban Rp character Name Elizabeth lizzie Yakurai Race Human Nickname The ghost Biography Born to two seemingly normal parents, Lizzie had what at first glance was the perfect life. Behind this Facade however, the Asian 'perkygoth' had a life of hell, her father abused her vicously, and her mother was a closet alcholic. Lizzie was placed in afoster home at age 12, and her dream took off from there, she wanted to be a cop. Unfortunately the police force thought her too Idealistic, not ready for the horrors of the street. She then became fed up with organized crime fighting, striking off on her own as a vigilante. Appearance Age 20 Occupation Crimefighter more charries will be added later!