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Post by v on Jan 21, 2006 19:29:21 GMT -5
Me and K working on this one. Creds to her aswell for helping get it put together It had always been waiting. Its four brothers, Plague, Famine, War and Death had rode forth into the world almost as soon as the world had been created. And it had waited. Civilisations had risen, and fallen. Empires, conquering all then buried by sand. And it had waited. It had waited for its brothers to destroy the world. For it was Rebirth, and from the charred ashes it would give the spark of life. All the Old, all demons and angels and life would be removed. And then time would begin once again. And it would wait once again, until its Brothers began the cycle once more. Yet they never came. And it waited.
It gathered its minions around itself, yet still it waited.
And it grew restless.
And it ripped a hole in the walls of hell, and came out to hurry its brothers along.Rebirth is 'the 5th Horseman', yet its Brothers never fufilled there purpose. To destroy all life and allow it to restart. Rebirth waited for a time, before growing restless and forcing its way into the physical plane to destroy the world, and all life upon it, itself. When it reached Earth it was shocked. A place of concrete, steel, devoid of both faith and hope. Huge towering skyscrapers set against a polluted sky. Humanity warred amongst itself, hundreds died each day from famine of mans own making. Plagues ravaged entire cities, brought down only by the hands of men, developed in sealed laboratories below the ground. It seemed to Rebirth that his brothers were in some way inadequate to the folly of man. And thus he called forth his minions and set to work. They turned everything they touched into a bleak, barren, spiritless wasteland. No sun shone upon places touched by Rebirth, no plants could grow, all nutriants were lost from the soil and the waters turned cold. Huge obelisks of shimmering silver stood in the centre of these wastelands, waiting for their time to come when they would once again bleed life into the soil, and time could begin once again. These are sometimes reffered to as 'LDW' (life drained wastelands) by humans. These territories cannot be regenerated, and once the obelisk has been formed the territory belongs to Rebirth. Currently, no know way of reverting such a territory back to what it was exsists. It is theorised that the Obelisks somehow absorb all the nutriants and must be triggered (by Rebirth) to release them once again. What you are is pretty much up to you. Obviously, the human government has been alerted to this threat, and is mobilizing its armed forces to try and stop Rebirth and its minions. Know however, that very few humans know exactly what Rebirth, and his minions are. Currently, they believe they are fighting an alien invasion! A few earth bound Angels still exsist. They are fully aware of what Rebirth is, and stand ready to stop him, or die trying. Oddly, they stand shoulder to shoulder with some earth-bound Demons, though there reasons for fighting side by side are quite different. Demons only want the earth to continue because thats where all the best slaughter takes place, and because Rebirth will destroy them also. Half breeds, though less common, are in exsistance and have various awareness of what exactly is going on. *Other Supernaturals* Other supernatural beings, mummies, ghosts, werewolves, vampires etc. do indeed exsist, some fight for Rebirth, some against.* *Start Location* All characters start in Tokyo. Rebirth has decided to attack Japan next, and has already converted almost half of it to LDW. No sucessful engagements with his forces have been recorded, and everyone standing against him has begun diverting troops and resources to Tokyo in the hope of giving the first victory against Rebirth.* Name: Age: Gender: Race: Apperance Affinity: [If you like, this is your 'elemental class'. If you have an affinity towards water, you know some extremely powerful water spells. Characters may have more than one Affinity, though one, or sometimes both, will be reduced in power.] Abilities: [This covers any magical powers, or speacialities, or abilities you may have that you can assume are not common to all characters] Speacial: [Generally slow firing, high power attack, but may also be an extremely powerful defensive spell, or speacial ability that is extremely taxing to your character. E.G. total invisibility and the ability to attack while invisible] Equipment: [Weapons and additional equipment your character has. Please arm your character appropriatly. Humans probably have projectile weapons, angels and demons are more close combat orientated usually.] Personality: (what your characters like) History: (optional) Other:
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Post by Kai! Kai! on Jan 21, 2006 20:27:23 GMT -5
Name: Metallica Nightwing Age: 629 (appears around 24) Gender: Female Race: Angel Appearance: Metallica stands around 5’10 her build is somewhere between solid and slender. She wears in general a pair of fitted black jeans with tears at the knees, calf-high heavy boots a white v-neck top and a black leather vest under an ankle length trench coat. Her hair is waist length and silver-white in colour with a single black streak above her left brow. Her hair is often tied back into three plaits one on either side of her temple and the third from the top of her head before the three plaits are braided together. On her hands she wears elbow length black gloves that hold to her hands by a loop around the middle finger. Her wings are made of metallic feathers that are light but very sharp and because they are metallic she can use them as she would any other metal object. Her wings are often out of sight, only appearing when she uses them to aid in blending in with mortal society. Affinity: Shadow/Metal Abilities: Shard Shot:- Metallica summons up hundreds of metallic shards that fly at an enemy impaling them with the inch ling projectiles. Metal Meld:- She can mould and manipulate any kind of metal at a short distance or by touch turning it into any object she wishes. Metal Scry:-[/color] Metallica can use any reflective metal surface to see things happening whereever she wishes if she knows the location. It comes through much cleared and sharper then her Shadow Scry. Shadow Lash:-[/color] Metallica calls up shadowed tentacles which grip the enemy and crush or throw them about like a rag doll. The Shadow lash also acts like living blades, flicking past enemies and inflicting wounds like a cut from a sword. Shadow Scry:-[/color] this ability keeps Metallica well informed as she hears and sees most things through her darkness though it isn't as sharp or as clear as Metal acry but it keeps her well informed of the commings and goings of all creatures in Tokyo that she is concearned with. Dark Blast:-[/color] Shadow energy is gathered and then fired at enemies, the energy seeks the target and does not stop until it is dispelled or hits its target or another object. Special: Metalic Shadow:- This ability allows Metallica to call form an amalgamation of shadow and metal in the form of a warrior. This warrior fights fast and furiously manipulating both shadow and metal to its will. This warrior can also split in two, becoming one entirely metal warrior and one of shadow. They last for as long as needed though after taking a certain amount of damage they fade and vanish. Equipment: Metallica carries many disks of metal which she uses to form into weapons when she needs them so they become throwing knives or all together a spear. The only weapons she openly carries are two Katana’s. She finds guns of any kind useless because when the bullets get close enough she can stop them. Personality: Its hard to tell, sometimes she’s playful and annoying other times she’s cold and harsh and other times she’s withdraw and quiet. History: N/A Other: Metallica is still discovering new abilities and ways to use them.[/color]
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Post by Archangel on Jan 21, 2006 22:36:07 GMT -5
Name: Samantha and Nazael Age: 22 and 2386 Gender: Female and Male Race: Human and Incubus
Appearance: Samantha appears to be a normal human in almost every way. She wears jeans and a nice blouse most of the time, with normal sneakers and a nice hat most of the time. She's of medium height and thin as a wand, with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes, and her skin is fair with light freckles. She's actually a very pretty girl, if not especially sexy. Nazael also fits into certain stereotypes. He is a smooth, careful looking man, with a very desirable, strong body and perfectly tanned skin. He stands about 6'1", with shaken blonde hair and startling blue eyes. He is the epitome of male desirability, and can be what every woman wants in a man. But he betrays himself in certain ways. In times of battle, his eyes turn a brilliant shade of crimson. When he is not sexually copulating with Samantha, he grows a pair of tattered, useless black leathery wings, and his fingernails become long, fearsome talons.
Affinity: The Body Abilities: *Seduction: For most physical beings, Samantha and Nazael are intensely desirable, and therefore they do not attack them as easily. Most enemies would find the pair intensely hard to dislike, because they desire them so much. *Lust: In battle, Samantha and Nazael can command the lust of any being, be they human, angel, demon, or anything in between. The only things they cannot insight lust in are the undead, or the dead. By increasing or decreasing lust, they can completely disorient and confuse a crowd of enemies, and if the Lust is focused on one being, they can take partial control over the thoughts and actions of the being. *Transform: The pair can both change shape to fit their circumstances. They have complete control of their bodies, and can shape and mold flesh into whatever they want, but only their own flesh. They can transform inorganic solids as well, like stone and metal. *Chemistry: The pair can control the body chemistries of the creatures they fight against or who are on their side, as long as the subject has a corporeal body. They can release endorphins into the bloodstream to make them happy, play with blood platelets to make it so that their wounds don't clot, or do clot, or increase adrenaline to make others fight harder and run faster. *Blood Blade: The pair can steal the blood straight out of an enemy and form a blade with the stolen fluid that is as solid as steel and sharp as a razor. Steal enough blood from one being to knock it out or kill it, or steal blood from many victims and begin to form a mighty, huge blade of blood.
Special: *Immobilize: Regardless of corporeality and tangibility, Samantha and Nazael can completely freeze every enemy within a 50 foot radius, or up to 15 enemies, whichever is suitable. The enemies will stay frozen for up to 1 minute, and any damage done to them during that time definitely applies after they unfreeze.
Equipment: *Claws: While not exactly equipment, they deserve mention. Either of the pair, although usually Nazael, can use vicious talon-like claws that rip and shred through enemies and can even press their way through solid metal. *Poisons: Samantha carries various poisons on her person, either in syringes or on needles tipped with powders or liquids, and she can inject or implant a needle from close range. *Blood Blade: See above.
Personality: Samantha is a fairly average girl when not under the command of Nazael. When he is not summoned, she can be a happy, flirty, fun girl to be with. But once Nazael is around, she instantly changes. She desires him above all others, she desires him sexually and all of the time. She can be desperate for it, her entire demeanor pleading and begging for him. She can also act sexy when initiating Lust or Seduction, irresistably sexy to any males she meets, but most of the time she is begging Nazael for time together. But, behind it all, is a desperate sadness and shame, a feeling that she is no longer human, and cannot fight the impulses of her body. She hates herself for giving in to the flesh so easily, and reviles Nazael more than anything else in the world.
Nazael, on the other hand, has only one characteristic: attractive. He is smooth, suave, in control. Definitely the master of any situation. He smiles when he talks, and can be as debonair as any debutante. He is the pinnacle of society and civilisation, and yet his sexuality exudes from every pore. However, when he is angry, he is cold, heartless, cruel, and most of all, wrathful. His angry moods are rare, but when they come, watch out.
History: Samantha was an ordinary girl for most of her life, completely normal in every way. She went to school, she hung out with friends, she was pretty and well-liked. But then, Nazael came along. He came to her in her sleep one night, like a shadow stepping from deepest shadow, and she wanted him. Needed him. From then on, she couldn't go long without his body. Her pure sexual desire overrode anything in her mind. She failed out of school, lost her job, and became a slave to the demon. She somehow keeps some money, and can fend for herself when he's not around. But once he comes into the picture, he takes control, and she is his complete and utter slave.
Other: Incubi and succubi, just as a note, resist exorcism easily. It takes the user many strong days of fasting, prayer, and self-restraint to exorcise the demon from the body. And Samantha just cannot do that. She is too much a slave to her incubus. So they are not threatened at all by holy relics or holy water, laughing in the face of such attempts.
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Post by v on Jan 22, 2006 11:56:15 GMT -5
Name: Somniculose (To Drown)
Age: 1322 earthbound years
Gender: Male
Race: Demon
Apperance: Somniculose generally adopts the form of a suited man with thin framed glasses and short blonde hair. He isn't tall at 5'9, and his build seems relatively frail. At his luxury house in England he has a very large, deep indoor swimming pool and numerous water features throughout the gardens. Sometimes when threatened, or injured his human form shifts slightly. His blonde hair becomes white, his pale skin becomes cold and damp to the touch and may gain a slight blue colouration. He may also develop green/brown sea weed like tatoos across his body.
Affinity: Water
Abilities: Drown: Somniculose can cause his foes lungs to fill with water. While the attack in itself is relatively low power, it can easily incapacitate a breathing foe. The lack of lethality doesnt bother Somniculose, he can always cast it again. The water once created 'exsists' and must be coughed up by the victim of the spell. Rain: While unable to literally create water, Somniculose can manipulate the latent water droplets in the air and the humidity, allowing him to create rain. Manipulate Water: If a source of water is presant, Somniculose may manipulate it however he so desires. This may include the creation of tidal waves, whirl-pools etc. He can also use it offensively, creating gysers of water with which to attack people. Stagnate: An ability betraying his origins as a Demon created by Plague, this power allows Somniculose to take any body of water and cause it to become brackish, undrinkable and teeming with microbial life. This can be used on small bodies of water, or be used to increase the damage of his earlier attacks. Infest: A power gifted to him by Famine as Famine never created a 'water demon'. This allows Somniculose to create insect larvae inside bodies of water, which quickly mature into fully grown, crop eating, and flesh eating, flying locust style beings. There life energy is rapidly exhausted, far quicker than they may consume, and they die extremely quickly. However, it is a somewhat novel way of slowing down and harrying a large bunch of pursuers.
Speacial: Disolve: Somniculose collapses his body into water. As a pool of water he may move at will and gravity does not apply. If the room is not air tight he can escapse
Equipment: Crossbow: A 200lb drawstring cross bow, commonly used in hunting, and the occasional assasination. While there is nothing speacial or magical about it, it does disolve to water when he does. Oil Sword: A strange, black sword, apparently coated in a thin film of oil at all times. Roughly similar in length and design to a Roman Broad Sword, it is extremely light and well balanced. It is very sharp, and can usually bypass armour with little problem, though no other magical powers have been noted.
History: Somniculose was apparently created by Plague as a way of utilizing something he had so far ignored to spread disease, water. Somniculose was intially heavily connected to Plague, yet overtime began to forge a destiny of his own and became earthbound. Never the most offensively capable of Demons, Somniculose has generally kept his head low and instead focused on the power available to mortals which he may use to futher his own goals, and indirectly, the goals of his old master, Plague. Though the two have long since 'parted ways', Somniculose will still act in a way beneficial to Plague, and while never directly intervening, may ensure that new vacines and other such supplies are mysteriously delayed. Since Famine and Plague are closely aligned, Famine ordained to teach Somniculose some of his way, giving him the power of Infest, though once again it only works in the presance of water. Somniculose only keeps his human form for a limited amount of time, before growing bored and creating a new guise. Currently, he is the owner of a Hydroelectric plant in England, which is mysteriously extremely profitable, despite it being 'poorly positioned'.
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Post by Skye on Jan 23, 2006 20:27:03 GMT -5
Name: Anima Charon Age: Unknown, possibly in high hundreds, low thousands Gender: Female Race: Unknown, believed to be a nightmare creature of some sort. Apperance: human appearance: i5.photobucket.com/albums/y180/Laurlie/htk3-1024.jpgTrue Appearance: www.wizards.com/dnd/images/mm2_gallery/88268_620_94.jpgAffinity: Souls Abilities: Is able to conjure massive amounts of power from souls. The energy can be used to increase physical things such as strength, speed, magic attack power etc. Magic consists of bone crunching (literally) dark waves which could kill the weak. Can summon up souls to fight or create shields. Special: The long tusks upon the lower jaw seem to 'drip' with black fog which originates from the mouth. This fog will sting and be excrutiatingly painful if one does not protect themselves. This black fog eventually will cover the whole body, in which time will explode out in the form of many needles. These needles could easily kill if they strike say, your head. Equipment: For the human form www.bynoon.com/images/fantasy26.jpgwww.razerwolf.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/SWG/Scythe.jpgPersonality: While in human form Anima is quiet, seems almost harmless but when fighting, she fights silently. In her true form, History: Is created by Death himself, has now been called up from a dormant sleep to fight against Rebirth Other:
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Post by v on Jan 27, 2006 17:05:15 GMT -5
Whirlwind raced down the filth filled back alley, his face pale, pupils wide, a look of mad terror etched upon his face. His hands, wrapped around a mobile phone, speacially made, struggling to enter the simple three digit code to warn his superiors 'I have been spotted'. All the time the jeering howls of his pursuers, wild, animal like, the sort that until this day he would have regarded as unreal. He let the mobile phone slip from his grasp, its purpose completed, save maybe to distract his pursuers. It didn't.
Run down this alley, third left, 200 meters, then right and over the wall, head left towards his bolt hole. Perfectly rehearsed, yet hurridely performed, leaving him lost, confused, running for his life. An endless maze of dim alleys, passages, and open spaces. His random path, though confounding to him, had left his pursuers similarly confused, they gradually fell behind, until, eventually, the bestial howls faded into nothingness, the only noise, his rapid breathing. After a few sweet minutes in the darkness of the long forgotten alley, he extended his right leg, before trying to massage away the pain caused by the battery acid his calf muscle had produced.
He sprang back into a ready posture as he heard a gun shot somewhere in the distance. Sound carried, he heard the bullet hit something, before a thunderous crash as what must have been a rusted fire escape fell away from its moorings and slammed down onto the concrete floor.
"Very jumpy tonight, honey" A pure velvet voice whuspered in his ear. His head jerked around, tracing the origin of the voice. As he turned a womans face came into view, her almost perfect visage made her voice seem almost harsh. The only blemish, a slight scar across her brow, which somehow seemed to fit her exactly, perfectly, rather than damage her complection. Her shoulder length blond hair moving slightly in an unknown breeze. Testosterone that raced through his veins clashed with his higher thought, and testosterone won. He couldn't help but stare like some dumbstruck fool at her immaculate form, clad only in a micro skirt and a fitted shirt that clungto her curves. A prostitute. He almost managed to ask where he was, how to get out, and what brought her down these dead, abandoned alleyes.
A cold hand with long, painted red nails was laid upon his shoulder. "Want us to calm you down?" The seconds voice couldnt match the firsts, lacking that smoothness. He turned to face a woman in similar attire with her black hair tied back in a pony tail. She barely looked 18, and yet her eyes were those of one who had lived for much longer. Surely though, she was too young to be hoplessly condemened to such a life? As though in response she ran her studded tongue along her wide lips, before casually wiping away a small bit of saliva that had dripped from her tongue as he did so.
He could feel his arms, unconciously, moving towards them, how his body yearned to draw them nearer. Such oppurtunities were so rare in his line of work. It wasn't gadgets, girls, and glory, its was all about being out their, unarmed, relying only on skill and reflex, and always alone. What he wouldn't give for a more, stereotyped, life.
Another gunshot rang through the air, much nearer than the first, something began rolling unevenly in the distance, before coming to an all to deafening climax as it came to rest once again. And the prostitutes were leaning on him, pushing him against the wall. He could feel their bodies against his, feel their breath on his face.
Then the obscurity of the situation struck him. Pursued in an alley, lost, alone, then picked out by two prostitutes, without money?
Before the thought had been fully processed in his mind, the blonde whores fingers, once simply playing with his ears, now the nails were digging into flesh. His back arched, more out of shock than of anything else, as a cold stinging sensation assaulted his mind. AA second later, he felt his own blood begin to leak down his neck and down onto his otherwise bleached white, though sweat stained T-Shirt. She tore her nails free, ripping a sizable portion of his ear as she did so. Almost reflexively he pushed his weight against the wall, before raising his elbow and letting it crash into her perfect face. There was an almost satisfying meaty cracking sound as she fell back screaming, fragments of teeth and drops of blood being expelled from her mouth as she did so. The other girl seemed to untangle herself from his body before kneeling down at the side of her wounded companion.
The blinding pain, both sides of his head, the sickening sound of his blood running over his ear, his running began to slow. He felt completly, physically drained. It was as though, he had somehow shut out the fatigue of his body, silenced his muscles as they screamed for rest and forced them to continue. Yet now, wounded, however superficially, he couldn't return to that state once again. His running, slowling into a clumsy jog, his arms hanging limply at his side, his head cocked downwards.
The whores screaming had acted as some foul beacon, he could hear those same howls beginning again behind him, much closer than before,. He had to run, he had to keep going. His recon mission was too important, he couldn't just die. He tried to accelerate out of his jog, force his legs back into life, however, all he got from this attempt, was that he lost his balance as his left leg refused to follow the right, and instead went straight into it.
Exhausted, bleeding, agonized, he propped himself up as best as he could, his breathing now bordering on hyperventilation as his lungs struggled to supply oxygen to his starving muscles. A single man, dressed in a pinstripe suit and cradling a crossbow in his hand literally bounded round the corner, the puddles across the floor dancing in time with his steps.
The man drew close to the hyperventilating Whirlwind, a sick smile etched across his lips, a strange glint in his eyes, fire-like, embers burning in an abyss.
Somniculose looked down at the man, one of Rebirths human spies, out in Tokyo trying to recruit humans to Rebirths cause. "Tell Rebirth that this city is defended." he snarled, the deep rummbling sound in his voice betraying his demonic nature, before he gently squoze the trigger and sent a bolt deep into Whirlwinds skull.
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Post by Kai! Kai! on Jan 27, 2006 17:10:27 GMT -5
Walking quickly down the near deserted street of the lower suburbs of Tokyo a man dressed too professionally for that kind of area. He moved with a pace that described purpose and slight apprehension. Only once did he pause to look behind and all around him, perhaps if he had looked up he might have seen the dark shadow following. If he had looked up he might have had the chance to escape but he did not and that spelled his doom. The well dressed man stepped of the main path and down a small side street that reeked of rotting food, urine and stagnant water. He walked down the reeking alley and paused at a steel door. He reached to open it but got no further as a long needle like spike appeared in his reaching arm. The man howled in pain and staggered away from the door ripping the spike from his arm ignoring the blood the dripped form the fresh wound and he sought his attacker. More spikes came flying towards him but the man was already moving, his footsteps carrying him out of the ally and into the middle of the now deserted street. Franticly he looked about hand going for the concealed handgun beneath his jacket but the weapon shuddered in his hand like it was made of jelly warping and encasing flesh with steel. Withdrawing his hand the man stared in horror at his hand as the metal constricted crushing bone and flesh so screamed in pain and sank to his knees. “If you ever get the chance to meet Rebirth again tell him his time is limited on this mortal plain, my kin and I will not tolerate his blatant destruction of this world. He goes too far,” A shadow detached itself from the surrounding night he could not see her face but the way the nightlight reflected off the metallic sheen of what could only be wings made it clear whom he faced. ”You will bow before my master in the end Metallica,” he hissed between gritted teeth. ”It’s only as matter of time and with the coming of the new world order those of us who are loyal to Rebirth shall be exalted above all others.” Metallica Nightwing the angle of Shadow and Metal shook her head almost pityingly she raised her hand and called silently to the metal spikes she had sent at the man. They flew to her hand from the alley forming into a metal ball. Using her other hand she removed the remaining metal disks fro ma pouch and added them to the sphere. That down she flicked her hand once and to fast for the mortal eye to follow the sphere became a cold metallic staff with one end sharpened to a point. Turning her gaze to the still kneeling man he met her cold orange-golden eyes and sneered climbing to his feet. Metallica spun the staff in one hand flipping it into the air every time it rolled over her hand only to be caught again. “Your time's up spy,” she said tossing the staff into the air as she sidestepped the man’s attempt to attack her. Deftly she brought her knee up catching him ni the gut and thrn brought her elbow down on the back of his neck letting him hit the ground as she reached up and caught the descending staff. He gasped rolling onto his back and started to get up again but go no further then a kneel before Metallica turned her pointed staff on the man impaling him through the heart. He gaped at her with a look of horror, hate and perhaps a faint touch of relief and the light of life faded form his eyes. He mad no sound as he died. It was always the same with those converted to Rebirths way. They never understood what it means to surrender to him, what it will cost them in body and soul. Metallica wrenched the staff free and left as the man slumped to the ground. He would become another of those unsolvable killings in a city already full of corruption; she twisted the staff in her hands as it became as malleable as dough in her hands returning once again to the numerous metal disks she just slipped into her pouch. As she walked her wings faded and then vanished as if they had never been and then she too vanished melting in the shadows like a ghost so only the soft click of her boots echoed through the silent street.
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Post by Archangel on Jan 27, 2006 19:57:17 GMT -5
Samantha rolled over, panting, her entire body flushed with heat, her eyes closed. She was tired. Exhausted. But she couldn't stop now. Her body was covered in a slimy sheen of sweat, the glistening drops rolling down her chest and onto the sheets of the bed, as she lay there, panting. She couldn't stop now. It was only 3 am! She had only finished 5 times! Her body was craving it, craving it like a dope fiend craves another hit, craving it like she had craved it for years.
Panting, barely able to speak, she gasped out the words, "Another...please...please please! Another!"
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Nazael didn't even bother pretending to pant anymore. The sex was absolutely nothing to him. She was merely a tool, trained for a purpose. That purpose was what kept him going with her...that purpose, and his insatiable lust. For he was lustful. He wanted her body nearly as much as she wanted his. But it was for different reasons. She was enslaved to him, to his needs and wants, to his whims and pleasures. He, on the other hand, was only lusty because it was in his nature to be so. Incubi were overflowing with pure sexual energy, and nothing in the universe could stop that. So he would take every oppurtunity to sleep with her, to do with her as he willed, to sate his insatiable lust. And through it all, he would keep his clawholds in her psyche, would keep her addicted to him and his body, to his words and ways.
"But of course, my darling, my love. My body is yours to command...." And with that, he rolled over on top of her, and it all started over again. And as it happened, his mind wandered freely, while his body did its job.
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It was a seedy bar, a junky little place in downtown Tokyo that was more smoke than anything. It seemed the place lived and breathed cigarette smoke, cigar smoke, reefer smoke. The bar was lively, the Japanese men and women, mostly dirty and poor types who were as addicted to the drink as anything, buying drinks left and right. But that did NOT make this place happening. In fact, it was quite a dump.
Samantha sat at a table, facing the bar, and Nazael sat across from her. They held hands across the table, and every once and a while, she rubbed her foot up his leg invitingly. They made an attractive couple. It didn't help that their powers seduced everyone in the place. Men couldn't stop staring at Samantha, their eyes lingering over her breasts, and her cute face. And she would use that, glancing at them coquettishly through her eyelashes, smiling like the cocktease she was, giggling often. And the women in the bar couldn't keep their eyes off of Nazael. He for the most part ignored them, but somehow that made them want him even more. They made excuses to walk past him, their eyes lingering over his body and his chiseled face, maybe even brushing their hands against his shoulder. The more he ignored them, the more turned on they seemed to get, and the less likely they were to stop slobbering over him. But of course, women did it quietly, without comment and without signs, but they were doing it. Nazael knew it. It was their power.
"Oh, stop playing with them, my darling, and sit quietly. The man should be here any moment." Nazael spoke softly, and smiled at her, a smile that melted her heart...or at least warmed up certain other parts of her. She immediately stopped flirting with the men, and lowered her eyes demurely, almost ashamedly.
"I'm sorry, my love. I simply was playing."
"Of course, my dear. I understand completely." But he said it with a kind of sneer, that only made her dip her head lower in shame.
But then, he entered. He was a normal-sized, plainly-dressed man. He wore nothing particularly fascinating, and his face was easily forgotten, it was that normal. He came in, and walked up to the table where the two of them sat, and then easily sat down.
"Do you have it?" He asked softly, his tone neutral.
"Of course. What did you expect? Reach under your chair, on Samantha's side. And do it carefully." However nasty Nazael sounded, the man still felt a wave of pleasure at hearing it. Even the spy wasn't immune to the power of Seduction. And as he looked over at Samantha and reached under the table, his fingers gently exploring, he felt a rush of blood to his face as he felt lust jump in his throat. She was so desirable! He felt the need for her, badly, rocking his body, driving him mad. He couldn't even pull the envelope off of the bottom of the chair, his fingers were slippery with sweat, his face flushed and full. Oh god! Being this close to her was sheer torture for him.
Nazael sneered at the man, but held his tongue. The man finally managed to pull the envelope from the bottom of the chair, but he shook and shuddered, and didn't know how to react. Hell, she wasn't even trying! But he finally took his hand, put the envelope in his pocket, and stood.
"I guess I should...ummm...well...I should...."
"Go? Yes...yes you should." chuckled Nazael, and then suddenly stood up, taking Samantha's hand. "That's enough, Samantha, it's time we were leaving." She obeyed swiftly, not speaking, and the two of them left the man standing there, completely mystified. As the Lust wore off, he felt confused and bewildered. And strangely erect. Trying to cover himself up, he quickly moved out of the bar, and back to his boss....
(OOC: Blah, didn't like that, and I'm TRYING not to be too dirty. Tell me if it's too...sexual. I can change it)
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Post by Skye on Jan 27, 2006 20:43:56 GMT -5
Innocence was in her eyes. With a cape of red and black, complete with ornate enscriptions on the trim, Anima slowly made her way down the long, wide street. Her walk was a slow graceful one, and as she looked straight ahead, a cold, powerful presence followed her. Stopping, a semi-transparent hand brushed along her jaw line as a tall figure, a hood obsuring it's face, stood above her. Flaps of a tattered cloak drifted in a breeze that was not there, and the hand was long, tendons and bones in plain sight and very little skin covered them. "Anima," it was a mans voice;whispery, dark, a voice you would picture dripping with malice but it was much softer, "My fondest creation. You know your purpose now... I apologise from waking you from your slumber but it is important." Anima simply nodded, her eyes going up into the pit of darkness, where a face would be expected. "I do not mind, I will do what must be done for my master; Death." She bowed low. "Very good, very good indeed." Death leaned down and seemed to give a cold kiss upon Anima's head. A sudden jolt, pulled Anima back. Closing her eyes she felt as though something was pushing through every vien, artery, past every sinew and tendon, and after the short lapse of pain Anima looked up to see her master was gone. She stood tall and looked around, her fingers felt heavy and as she looked down, she saw claws upon the tips of her fingers. Metal claws wrapped in metal sinews which dug deep into her skin. Another weapon in her hand appeared in her palm www.razerwolf.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/SWG/Scythe.jpgThese would be good weapons. Now to find victims.
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Post by Caligo [Inactive] on Jan 28, 2006 4:41:29 GMT -5
A baron of the otherworld, summoned to do Rebirth's bidding...The tall, pale man was in mid-air, about 8 inches off the ground. His movements were precise, every energy flowing as it had a thousand times before, and a thousand before that... Arcane circles and sigils covered the graveyard. The entire graveyard. And the man stood in the center, the focus of a great spell circle. "...I call upon the power of your soul, To bend unto my will and my control, And bound to master by your spirit's breadth, Recalled to me in servitude undeath..."A pale green light rose from each mark and faded into the darkness. The man's feet touched the ground, his scythe of bone stabbing into the dirt. After a moment, he looked ahead and opened his eyes, "Arise, my minions!" As if on command, the animated corpses burst from their resting places, and what extra material was left over went into the creation of abominations such as bone horrors and fiends. Skeletons, zombies, and the occasional mummy joined the newly created monsters, various cursed weapons materializing in their hands, and those that did not have hands found their limbs endowed with weaponry. "Arise and know your master: Baron Mortiorchis Nightshade!"BIG Piccy
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Post by Kai! Kai! on Jan 28, 2006 5:19:40 GMT -5
The night was progressing slowly as Metallica finished climbing the third story of an old rundown building on the outskirts of the central business district of Tokyo. Below her the crush of people moving about even at such a late hour had not diminished or increased since the hours of sunlight. Pulling her longcoat closer she stood on the very edge and gazed not down but out across the cityscape. Her gaze shifted up to the towering skyscrapers that stood like sentinels the blinding light of the city keeping the star-studded sky at bay. Metallica sighed deeply and turned her back to the lights shaking her head as she turned her gaze to the darkening side of the city. She missed the darkness of true night, the darkness that came without the lights of the city to chase it away and yet. With those lights they gave her more shadows and dark corners to watch in. This city was infested with the minions of Rebirth.
Idly she reached into her pouch and withdrew a palm sized metal disk the shape of the full moon. It quivered in her hand like water rippling in the breeze before it gathered into a ball and spread out taking on the shape of a small metallic wolf. It tilted its miniature head at her and then changed again into an owl that fanned its wings at her before returning again to the smooth mirror-polished disk it had always been. “I hate cities,” she said allowed. “but I suppose that’s my own fault for agreeing to aid the attempt to blockade Rebirth here…”. She frowned and slipped the disk back into her pouch turning her attention back to killing off key informants in Rebirths intelligence service here. To her mind she could see the individual souls as a form of energy like all Angels and demons. It was this ability which allowed the hunters to see the enemy for those who served Rebirth, their souls were tainted, and the energies that made them up defiled. It was then she became aware of a vast serge of energy towards the outskirts of the city. She shivered as she felt the energies, the energies of death awakening and frowned. Her wings materialized at her back and Slowly Metallica spread her wings and turned jumping of f the edge of the building flying with all haste towards the source of the power. It was unlike anything she had even felt.
It was chilling to see when she approached the cemetery. There were at least twenty undead that she could see out of their graves. She watched as the undead arose to the commands of one man as he stood before them "Arise and know your master: Baron Mortiorchis Nightshade!" Looking about she kept hidden in shadow of the sky above and reached into her pouch and withdrew the metal disks swiftly she tossed the disks into the air and watched them fly forwards then fall like rain the disks melting into spikes. They fell like a death rain impaling many of them and pinning several to the ground. Satisfied she landed atop an old crypt and kneeled on the edge overlooking the carnage she’d caused eyeing the man who had summoned such horrors.
“I hate to tell you Baron Mortiorchis Nightshade but calling the dead up is a dangerous thing in this city, there are an awful lot of people around who will get panicky and then that will draw the military here and they’ll start hunting people they shouldn’t be hunting and that would bring rebirth here all that faster.” She tilted her head and raised her hand. The spikes flew free of their landing places returning to their disk form as they rested on atop the other in disk form.
“Of course I just thought I’d stop by and stop this before things got too outta hand.,” she put the disks away and stood up stepping off the ledge and landed on the ground her wings having already melted away before she’d even landed on the crypt roof. Curiously she examined the nearest corpse and frowned. “You’re something above the average necromancer Mortiorchis, however… this is some fine work and I’ve seen a lot in my time…” turning her gaze to the man she nodded. “I’m called Metallica Nightwing, why might you be doing this? Despite the casual way she addressed him there was more going on that was unseen, her mind worked fast probing his soul for any sign of Rebirth’s corruption but to her relief there was none at least that she could detect. At the same time she had the shadows awaited her command should the situation become hostile.
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Post by Caligo [Inactive] on Jan 29, 2006 9:27:24 GMT -5
There was indeed no taint of Rebirth in this 'man', for he came willingly.
"It's a terrible shame that you've ruined a few of my shamblers..." A 10 second casting brought about 4 more bone horrors and another pair of fiends from the remains of the ruined corpses. "But no matter, as you can see. I can conjure any undead minions my black little heart desires... And what of speeding along the coming of Rebirth? It doesn't concern me much, Miss Metal..." The bone fiends lined up behind him; the horrors about him, and the others took places behind him. "I happen to have my own agenda, and that doesn't involve you or your pitiful... Earth, was it? No matter. When Rebirth gets here, we shall name it something new... Perhaps something with a ring to it. Earth. How drab." The group began to leave the emptied graveyard, the stragglers exhuming themselves as they could. Mortiorchis created a shield of bone spirits about himself as he turned again to the girl, "It would not be a wise thing to get in my way, girl. I command powers of which you have no understanding, no matter what you know of the dark arts... Come, my legions... There is chaos to sew..."
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Post by Kai! Kai! on Jan 29, 2006 17:37:32 GMT -5
Metallica frowned and shook her head. "Set one foot within the populated zones of the city Necromancer and nothing of your dark powers will spare you or your minions. We have worked to hard preparing for Rebirth to let someone like you ruin it." She spred her wings as they became visable once more and took flight. she would watch from the darkness what this necromancer would do, for now however she needed to meet with someone else and advise him of the situation with the necromancer, turning from the graveyard she began flying faster then her usual as she approached the local gathering poiunt. A seedy little bar in the more rundown area of the City where all maner of human and non-human agents that work against Rebirths minions to save hwat they could of the world.
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Post by v on Jan 29, 2006 18:00:16 GMT -5
Somniculose took another gulp of the foul tasting liquid. Originally, coming off the streets for a time and mingling with others of his kind, and others who would dare stand against Rebirth, had seemed like a good idea. Yet now, the closeness, the heat, the dry heat in the air, left him feeling somewhat vunerable. Not that there would be any trouble, the proprietor of this little establishment had a strict no violence policy, and Lord Sartek, or Uncle Smelly as he was affectionatly known was quite efficent at keeping order. Maybe it was respect, but Somniculose wondered if the fact Uncle Smelly was a 9 foot tall Minotaur King with a huge doubleheaded axe may have had something to do with it. Not that he was ever seen, no, allowing himself to be seen by the humans could cause a panic, and divert there violent tendancies at those who would save them from Rebirth. Yet he managed to circulate just enough rumours to keep people from misbehaving.
"They say 'es gettin' stronger, ya'know.". Somniculose turned round and was greated by a rat faced man, hunched back, extremely long slender fingers and slight whiskers forming at the sides of his lips. "That 'es resurectin' dead 'umans now, y'know?". Somniculose simply wafted his hand dismissively
"Your master claims domination over me, and almost every other Demon, or otherwise, in this city, so why does he send you to me, Rhaal?" Somniculose had no quarrel with Rhaal, other than the fact he was a spineless waste of a demon who did whatever his current master ordered him to. "Maybe its because he realises that his rank in hell is worth nothing in the physical?" Somniculose took another swill of the drink that passed for beer. "Nah, hes not that clever is he? Still, one can only hope." Rhaal bared his teeth, just for a second, a flash of anger, before it was quickly hidden behind his face once again, Somniculose only smiled at the reaction his goading had produced. "If he wants a spy, tell him to search elsewhere." He grabbed Rhaal by the scruff of the messy shirt he was wearing, drawing him so that his ear was just away from Somniculoses mouth. "I. Am. Alone. And I fucking don't want anyone telling me what to do." Snarling into Rhaals ear, before pushing him away. Then, without looking to see if he fell, or scurried away, he took the last mouthful of his beer and called the barman for another.
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Post by Kai! Kai! on Jan 29, 2006 18:14:55 GMT -5
Metallica stepped ot the side as a disgusting little rat man was shoved out the door, her only help to the matter was to trip the vile little beast so he stumbled up the stairt back out into the streets muttering vile profanities as he did. Her cold orange-red eyes serched the bar before she saw the opne she sought. Stepping inot the tavern she made her way over to Somniculose taking a seat so that there was atleast one stool between them. they both prefered thier own space. "We have a problem Somni," she said as the barman brought over his drink and a fruty tasting white wine for her. 'Thanks," she siad her gaze still on Somni. 'Apparently theres a Necromancer calledd Baron Mortiorchis Nightshade. an arrobant bastard to tsay the least and he's intent on causing Chao. I gave him a warning but..." she left it hanging and sipped her wine smiling at hte taste. "A fine vintage Lord Sartek," she complimented the minotaur who nodded his great shagy head. "He hasn't reached hte populated areas yet but I thought it best to keep you advised." She sipped from her wine again. "I counted atleast twenty undead with him and you and I both know thats no mean feat for a human necromancer, he's more then he appears only even I don't know what, there was no taint of Rebirth in him that i could sense either..." she sighed and rubbed at her eyes.
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