Blayze

[[COLOR=DarkRed][FONT=Arial Narrow]Name: Kai (pronounced "Kye") Age: 26 Race: Human Class: Psychic Psychic Abilities: Telekinesis, some telepathy, pyrokinesis Appearance: Wears the blue tunic and trousers of all human Psychics, has hazel-brown hair and blue eyes, pale skin, reasonably tall and well-built, with the Psychic-dampening circlet around his head. This is simply a small metal band placed just underneath the hairline, hardly noticeable, with needles which penetrate through the skull to regularly shock the cortex into supressing the Psychic's abilities. Weapon: Two knives (he is fairly untrained in how to use them) Alliance: Humans Personality: Kai is always the first to crack a joke, and can brighten any situation with a simple one-liner or a wisecrack. He is usually bright and cheery, but can become extremely serious and detached when he is in a battle situation. Info: Kai is a psychic, but he is often in battle, as his main strengths are his telekinesis and pyrokinesis.[/FONT][/COLOR] (Hope this is ok, I thought you needed some humans thrown into the mix)

Rain lashed against Zuriel's face, water dripped off onto the ground, and small splashes erupted in the puddles around his feet. He felt the rain coursing over his body, and felt refreshed by it. He knew that there would be little rain in Australia, so he was making the most of it while he was at home. He stood on his balcony, lettign rain wash over him. His robe was soaked, and his face was getting cold in the wet. He didn't care, though. All he cared about was getting the gems back from Kuroichi, and stopping him once and for all. A war was coming, and Zuriel would ensure that Kuroichi would not win it. "Master Zuriel?" a small voice from behind him enquired. He swirled around, water flying off his cloak as it flapped out around him. A small, hunched, elderly vampire stood behind him, holding a bundle, with his swords wrapped up in rags. "What is it, Jaques?" Zuriel asked in his well-spoken English accent. "We are making preparations to depart, my lord," he said. "Excellent. How long will the journey take, Jaques?" he replied, taking his bundle from the manservant. "We will be there by tomorrow, sir. We are taking a special jet, coated with a new substance which blocks out sunlight completely, and can move far faster than any human jet. The humans do not know about it yet, of course, so we are the only ones with this equipment. Even the other vampire clans do not know yet." "Excellent. Show me the way." They left the room. [I]18 hours later[/I] They arrived in Australia. It was dark, just the way Zuriel liked it. He and the rest of the clan got off the plane, which had landed on the private runway of James Arnold Catherton, the alias of the leader of the Myrkur Aniol. The clan moved into the building at the other end of the runway. It looked, to the untrained eye, like a mansion of somebody rich and famous, with lots of pillars and balconies, but this was a complex illusion. This building was in fact a secret Myrkur Aniol temple, where they could live and train in safety. This would be the base camp of the Myrkur Aniol clan.

How could they sleep? How could they sleep so soundly, so peacefully, when he could not? He saw them sleeping, all of them, dreaming quietly, and he hated them for it. He despised them. And he would destroy them one day. Lazarus waved his arm, washing the vision away with a sweep. It dissipated like water, and droplets fell to the ground. He hated watching them, but then he had to. He needed to know who his enemy were. He would find their weaknesses, and then exploit them to the fullest, destroying them all. He sat down on the ground, and placed his hand on the dusty earth of his new cave, and wiped away some of the surface dust, revealing the solid earth underneath. He concentrated on this earth, and it cracked slowly. There was an almost infinite well of darkness underneath the earth, one only he and the Hero of Death would be able to see and manipulate, and only he had enough strength to manipulate it. She would eventually as well, but he planned that she wouldn't live that long. He drew the oily darkness out of the earth with one hand, and began to shape it with the other. It spilled over his fingers, like wet clay, and he moulded it into a shape. This one was much more like a human. It had the correct proportions, and nothing was oversized or elongated like the last creature he had created. When the darkness had finally become the precise shape he wished it to become, he drew more strength from the air around him, and breathed into the figure's mouth. His breath came out in a sparkling white cloud, which drifted slowly into the figure's mouth. As it hit his lips, he jerked to life at once, and shook the darkness off his person as the other creature had done, but this time with much more elegance and grace. This creature was a human. A human with a lifespan of little more than a few days, but a human nonetheless. He had spiky brown hair, and wore black jeans and a white t-shirt. He knew his duty already, as Lazarus had transplanted a part of his consciousness into the creature, giving it intelligence, enough to fool the heroes, at least. "Farewell, my master," he said softly, "My duty will be done." And with that, he left the cave at a run, and headed towards where the heroes were situated. Lazarus collapsed, exhausted from the amount of energy he had to transfer into the creature. He collapsed onto the floor and fell asleep straight away.

(OOC: Sorry I didn't really explain what I wanted) Zack walked down the street, wary of his dark side, who had a horrible habit of jumping out at him when he least expected it. He kept one hand on his sword at all times, ready to unsheath it as soon as he saw trouble. The sky was dark, and lightning crashed in the distance. This made Zack feel good. He felt at home in lightning storms. He felt the power of the lightning coursing through his body, like blood rushing through his veins. It replenished and refreshed him, giving him new strength. There was a snarling sound from the alley next to Zack. He looked down, and saw a figure hunched over a woman, with a hand clamped over her mouth, stopping her from screaming. The figure was about to take a bite out of her, when Zack threw his sword. It thudded into the figure's shoulder, drawing his attention away from the woman and towards Zack. "Ah, Zack," the figure said smoothly, standing up straight, "We have a strange habit of running into each other." "You need to go now," replied Zack, drawing his other sword. "You can't kill me, Zack. If you kill me, you'll die as well. I am part of you, don't forget that," said the demon. "Well I can still hurt you!" he shouted in reply. He ran at the demon with his sword drawn, and swung. But the demon was no longer there. Zack cursed, and resheathed both his swords. He had to find the other elementals, or nothing could stop the demons. He looked at the woman. She was cowering in the corner. He helped her up, took her to the hospital and then they parted ways.

Ok, it's started! I'm leaving it up to one of you to make the first post-make it good! Here's the team: Blayze: Zack/Lightning and Kelthor trater101: Kari/Ice Heero Darkangel: Jun/Fire ...: Samantha(Sam)/Earth amgoddess: Isabelle/Wind And people are still welcome to sign up as the Water Elemental.

Lazarus dropped to his knees in fury as his monster was killed. The Hero of Death. In essence, his half-sister, or some relation to him. The oily black darkness which he had created the beast from swirled back to the cave in a stream of energy. It swooped into the ground, back to where it had come from. The ground closed itself up after it. Lazarus felt some of the energy drain from him. He needed to rest before he could create another creature. He lay down on his makeshift bed, placed his swords under his pillow and closed his eyes. "So, they have found the Hero of Earth?" he though to himself, "That's almost all of them. Soon I will have my revenge on them. I will make them all suffer as I have suffered." He gradually drifted off to sleep, and in the blackness of his subconscious, bright images began to poke through. He saw a great beast running riot through the town, killing all it came across. He saw the original Hero of Death, and the other heroes. The beast rampaged, completely out of control, and then he saw six heroes fall. The hero of Earth, then the Hero of Light, the Hero of Fire, the Hero of Wind, the Hero of Water, and the Hero of Sound. Then only the Heroes of Life and Death were left. The Hero of Death mumbled something, then turned and destroyed the beast, choosing to sacrifice her life to save the lives of others, the true meaning of a hero. Then he saw the townspeople blaming the Hero of Life, and then, finally, he saw the Hero of Life hanging from the tree, dead. He woke up suddenly, dripping with cold sweat. His eyes burned with fury, fear and hatred. He jumped out of bed, grabbed his swords and began to train furiously, slicing trees to shreds with his swords. Finally, he stopped, panting, and looked back. He had just destroyed an area of woodland of a mile in length. He had gone with his rage and not cared about the consequences, like the fact that it was now extremely obvious where he was hidden, and he wished to stay hidden until the optimum moment. He would have to move, and quickly, before the Heroes found him. He ran the mile back to the cave, grabbed all his belongings, packed them all up in a small pack, and ran away from the cave.

The ground cracked around his hand. The cave was dark, cold, with water dripping from the roof. Lazarus was used to it, though. He had lived his whole life in darkness, after his father had been killed. Darkness poured out of the cracked earth around his hand like molten rock. He lifted it with his hand and began to mould the darkness. He had been doing this for years, and had become increasingly proficient at it. The darkness began to take shape. It looked like a human figure, but warped, twisted out of all recognition. He stepped back to admire his handiwork, and, wiping his hands on his trousers, said a few words. "Awake, my creature. Seek out the ones who ruined my life, and obliterate them." The figure began to move, and shook off the darkness like water droplets. They fell to the ground and sank in, returning underground where they came from. The creature now had colours. Its flesh was red, as was one of its eyes, and it had black claws sprouting from each hand. It moved around slightly, to get to know how it moved, and snarled a little, before taking off at a fast gallop. "Now we get to see how those heroes fare against a real monster," said Lazarus, laughing. ------------- The heroes had just found Phayt in the forest, and were talking to him. Lazarus watched through the monster's blurred vision. Rage welled up inside him. These were the ones who caused his pain. Finally he would have his revenge. He heard a soft snarling in his ears, confirmation from the creature that these were the targets, and then the vision was jumbled around as the creature leapt at them... (OOC: I am the Child Of Light and Darkness, by the way, just check the sign-up thread for my profile)

This looks awesome! I'm in! Name: Zuriel Nickname: Nightbringer Age: 680 Gender: Male Species: Vampire Clan: Myrkur Aniol Appearance: But he has black hair streaked with red (sorry if the pic's a bit blurry) Weapons: Twin short swords (not the Buster shown in the picture) Powers: Telekinesis, fire-casting abilities Personality: Zuriel is a vampire who takes great pleasure in his purpose. He enjoys the hunt as much as the kill. He sometimes starves himself for days to see if he can hunt and kill with his strength depleted. He has a very black sense of humour, which is natural in his line of work. Bio: A young man by the name of Jacob was brought up by his uncle and aunt in the Middle East, and they despised the child. He was routinely abused and tortured at the hands of his unkind relatives. When he was ten, he stowed away on a boat from his hometown and travelled illegally to China. He lived on the streets here, making jewellery to scrape a living. He was found at the age of 12 by a wise young man who took him in. He was trained by this man to join the Chinese army, in preparation for his future. He was taught how to fight, both unarmed and armed, and he became extremely proficient in both forms of combat. Then, when he was 19, he joined the army as a footsoldier. But one night, when he was making his way across the battlefield, a dead soldier from the opposing army rose to his feet and bit Jacob on the neck. He passed out from loss of blood, and when he awoke in the medical tent, he attacked the other men in there with him, killing them all. He ran from his fate, which was to be executed by the General, into the woods, where he lived as a feral beast for many years, feeding off the blood of small woodland animals. Within three years, he was found by a member of the Myrkur Aniol Clan, who took him to the rest of the Clan. He was deemed fit to enter their ranks, and gradually recovered from his feral state. He has since proved himself one of their most worthy warriors, and has moved all the way from being a feral creature to being a well-spoken, wise-cracking member of the Clan. He took his name when he had been a Vampire for 9 years, from a more senior Vampire who had fallen in battle protecting him. He has seen many of the tortures of the world, and this has given him a strong bloodlust and poweful hunter's instincts. The first thing he did when he was a fully-seasoned Vampire warrior was go back to the Middle East and torture his aunt and uncle mercilessly, before killing them and leaving their bodies for the hounds to feast on. He has since visited the man who took him in in China and turned him, allowing him eternal life in return for everything he had ever done. (I hope this is okay, PM me if its not)

Uriel slashed, the angel fell, and he moved again. Swords, spears, knives, axes all came at him but he dodged or blocked them all. He leapt backwards and flew head-over-heels, landing solidly on his feet, and slicing through the flesh of another angel. His sword was feeding well this night. An angel came at him, and he blocked all the blows delivered to him, and returned with a stab, his sword crunching through the angel's chest. He flipped over the body of this angel and killed another with a sword throught the head. The second-to-last angel came at him, and Uriel, smashed his weapon into the angel's midsection, cutting clean through it, cutting the angel in half. Blood fountained into the air, splattering down onto the ground in huge puddles. Then it was just Uriel and Orfaran. "You will die now, angel filth!" spat Uriel, his sword flaring up with his emotions, red-hot sparks falling to the ground like fiery raindrops. His eyes blazed with fury, and he clenched his teeth. "Oh really?" asked the angel cockily, drawing his halberd. He ran at Uriel and swung his weapon. Uriel parried it, but it was a powerful blow. It knocked the feeling out of both his arms. The angel was strong. He swiped again and again, hitting Uriel occasionally, drawing blood which splattered onto the ground. Uriel, however, couldn't get a single blow in. It was all he could do to block the blows from the angel. Then, the angel smashed his weapon down towards Uriel's head, and he blocked it, but in the time it took him to recover, the angel drew his halberd back and plunged it deep into Uriel's stomach, twisting it and causing unimaginable amounts of pain to shoot through his body like fire was flowing through his veins instead of blood. Crimson blood poured out in torrents, staining Uriel's robe with dark patches of blood. Blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth, and he clenched his fist around his sword so hard that blood dribbled from his hand as well. He moved his sword, and with his last iota of energy, he sliced Orfaran's gloating head from his shoulders. Blood sprayed from the severed neck, and the body fell to the floor. Uriel lost his grip on his sword, and blacked out, pain shooting violently through his body.

All we need now is a Water elemental and we can get started. If anyone knows of anyone who might be interested in filling in this spot then please try and convince them. Cheers everyone. Just a quick thing, trater101. You need a physical description of your demon and angel on your sign up as well as of your character. Sorry, I missed that before.

Ok here's my real sign up. Name: Frost Age: 250 Gender: Male Race: Demon Bio: Frost was created over 200 years ago, and he has always hated humans. He hunts them down and murders them viciously for sport. He was named by Keon himself, who is not that original with names, it seems. He was gifted with the power of ice, and was put to the front lines of the Human-Demon war because of his supreme fighting skills. He has fought Matthew Duffey once before, and was almost killed by him. Ever since this event, he has focused all his attention on destroying this human. He has had complaints about this from the other demons, saying that it gets in the way of the true goal of killing all humans. But he continues to hunt him down. Description: Frost is a tall, imposing figure, who inspires fear into all his enemies. He has ice-blue skin, and eyes like shards of ice. He has short hair made of ice, which looks as though it has been carved into spikes. He wears a black tunic and black trousers with black boots, and has large black feathered wings sprouting from his back. Side: Evil Magic User: Yes Weapon: The Frost Staff-not really a staff, but more a halberd made of indestructible ice. It is not only a powerful weapon on its own, but a conduit for Frost's considerable powers, allowing him to shoot a stream of ice from the blade. Magic Skills: Frost Shield-he uses water droplets in the air to form an almost impenetrable ice shield around himself. It is quite temporary, though. Ice Blast-he either shoots a continuous stream of ice, which freezes everything in its path from his hands, or else a barrage of sharpened icicles. Growth-he uses moisture in the air to add to his body, allowing him to grow to almost four times his usual size. It also adds greatly to his strength. Magic Element: Ice (Hope this is okay)

Magneto laughed, using all his control over magnetic energy to rip the steel girders holding the building up away, making the building start to crumble. "You X-Men can't escape me this time!" he roared, laughing as the debris fell around the team of mutants. Suddenly, a red-and-blue flash thudded into Magneto, throwing him across the floor, and making him lose control over the girders. He quickly erected a magnetic shield around himself, and sank to his knees as the X-Men escaped. The building fell, crushing everything in its way, but leaving Magneto completely unharmed. He looked around for the cause of his failure. He saw a red-and-blue flash in the distance, and lifted himself into the air on a wave of magnetic energy. He flew down the street at high speed, following the streak. Veins were popping out on his temples from the stress of keeping his power flowing for that long. Sweat dripped from his face and onto the ground. He was catching up with the streak. He stopped as they reached a long straight, and held out his hand. He ripped girders from the buildings around to create a mesh of metal in front of the fast-moving object, which stopped moving suddenly. "You down there," boomed Magneto, "Show yourself to me." "And who might you be, stranger?" the figure replied. "I am Magneto, the master of magnetism. And you, my elusive friend?" "I am Clark Kent," replied the figure, "Or Superman to villains like you." "Superman?" Magneto said mockingly, stifling a laugh, "What kind of a name is that?" "The last one you're ever going to hear as a free man, Magneto." "Don't talk to me about being free, boy. You know nothing of captivity." The Master of Magnetism held out his hand again, reaching out to the magnetic particles around his enemy, making them dance, move faster and faster until they would suffocate him. He moved the girders so they wrapped around Superman until he started to go blue. But then he burst out from the girders around him, and flew towards Magneto, about to collide at high speed, when a reddish black axe, dripping with a strange fluid thudded into Superman's side, knocking him off course. A freakish creature swung around the corner on a long string of the same fluid, laughing maniacally. This creature seemed to be made up of this reddish black sticky fluid, and he seemed to be able to disconnect parts of himself from his body and then reattach them. "Who are you?" shouted Magneto, no longer bothered by Superman, who had flown off into the distance. "I'm your mother!" the creature screamed insanely, followed by more laughter. Magneto tired of this quickly. He stopped the creature in mid-air using his power, and revolved him slowly, and turned him upside down as he floated towards the creature. "Give me a straight answer, you vile beast!" he spat. "I'm Carnage. I'm here to find Spiderman, and kill him." "Spiderman, eh? Well maybe we can join forces to help each other meet each other's needs. What do you say, Carnage?" "Carnage doesn't need help from anybody." "Oh don't you? Well maybe I can find a nice fire to dump you into. How does that sound, symbiote?" "How do you know Carnage's weaknesses?" "Oh I have a little experience of the creature you might call your cousin, Venom. He has popped up once or twice in my travels. Quite an interesting fellow, I think you'll agree." "Ok. Carnage has decided to come with you. He won't misbehave, master, I promise." "Excellent fellow," said Magneto, floating down the street, still carrying the creature suspended in the air.

Great sign-ups so far guys, but Dragon Bait, if you look, then you'll see that my character has the Lightning element. Everything else about your post is fine, though. Also, the Wind elemental is saved for amgoddess. All we need now is an Earth and Water elemental, and possibly Kelthor, but if no-one signs up as him then I'll play him, and then I can start this.

Everyone has their own demons. Themselves. Every person in this universe has two alternate selves, the two halves which make up the one person. There is a good side, or an angel, devoted to the arts, beauty, selflessness and hope. But there is a dark side as well. The demon in ourselves, devoted to hate, selfishness, and destruction. These different sides have been dormant for centuries, locked in suspended animation, away from each other. But now, thanks to an ancient dark samurai wizard named Kelthor, both versions of six people have been released. The angels are no problem, as they will simply spread peace around the world, but the demons wish to destroy us all, and have the power to do so, same as the angels, but the demons do not have the restraint necessary to hold themselves back from using their power. Bu Kelthor himself has an angel and a demon. The demon is a horribly malformed beast, but the angel has given the six people power over different elements to help stop the demons. These six must bring balance to the world, and lock away the two halves forever. But if they kill either half, then they will die as well. They must imprison their other halves, but not kill them. Ok, well there's my RPG, I will need 6 heroes, and someone can sign up as Kelthor as well if they want. Here's what you will need to sign up: Name: 13-19 Age: Gender: Appearance: Pic or description of whole self, angel and demon Element: Water/Ice/Lightning/Fire/Earth/Wind (one of each only) Weapon: Close quarters only-no guns Bio: At least 2 decent paragraphs, but no really long ones either, and be creative. Here's my sign-up: Name: Zack Karter Age: 18 Gender: Male Appearance: Tall, good-looking, wears a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt and black combat trousers, has black hair which spikes downwards, and shocking blue eyes, black boots. Angel: looks the same, only cleaner, has blond hair, and wears a simple white hooded robe. Demon: Tall, red eyes with single-line tattoos down from his hairline, over his eyes and down to his cheekbones, black hair hanging down over his face, wears black leather trenchcoat with spikes on shoulders, black t-shirt, black trousers and boots, various chains hanging all over his person. Element: Lightning Weapon: Twin short swords Bio: When his parents were killed, Zack was only three years old. He was sent away from his hard-drinking uncle, and was made to live on the streets. He learnt to fend for himself, and was eventually taken in by an old Japanese man, who taught him how to fight. Then, when Zack turned 18, Kelthor unleashed the two halves of Zack. His demon killed his mentor, and Zack swore revenge. Then Kelthor's angel gave him control over lightning, and Zack became instantly aware. He was a descendant of Kelthor himself, as were the other five people who Kelthor's angel gave power to. Kelthor had disowned his entire family, every generation that exists now and is still yet to come. He had recently been reminded of this disgrace, and now swore revenge on his family. The only way he could possibly accomplish this would be to destroy the entire world, as his descendants were extremely widespread. He did this by unleashing the demons and angels. Zack must now meet the other five descendants, and only together can they destroy Kelthor and put right the balance of the universe. Ok, if you have any questions, just PM me and I will try to answer them. Happy creating!

Just to add my opinion, the team of villains Domon has brought together is good. Magneto alone could whup the JLA any day, Scrios, and now that Onslaught has been added, the team of villains is more than a match for all of the heroes people have signed up as. Also, is this thread actually going to start or are we just going to sit around all the time trying to come up with a better team of villains? I say leave it as it is, get some more villains and then we should get down to business! Just a few of my thoughts there for you.

Uriel flapped his wings, flying around the city in carefully-planned flight routes. He was checking out all the known angel hotspots around the city. He couldn't find a single trace of Dumah anywhere. "Where the hell is he?" Uriel shouted, his voice echoing down the streets, confusing civilians walking quietly down the streets. Then he landed in the next angel hotspot. There were traces of battle, blood splattered on the walls. Uriel looked at the blood. It was dry, nearly a week old, but it emanated the energy from Dumah's weapons. He tasted it. Angel blood. Dumah had been ambushed by angels, Uriel deduced, and he had put up a fight. Good old Dumah. He would never go down without a decent fight, not that he had ever gone down before. Then Uriel noticed something. Another bloodstain on the floor. This time it was the blood of the Fallen. It was Dumah's blood. Dumah was injured, badly, if the blood on the floor was anything to go by. And he had been taken somewhere by the angels. "So it wasn't enough for you filthy creatures to kill Azrael, but now you take Dumah as well?" Uriel cried into the rain, "You will pay for this!" "Will we now?" came a voice from behind Uriel. It was a cocky voice, with a strange leer to it. Uriel turned around. There was an angel standing behind him, wings outstretched, weapon drawn, looking angry but still cocky. "And who are you?" asked Uriel furiously. "I am Orfaran, friend of the angel captain you killed earlier this evening." "Well, Orfaran, your kind has killed one of my closest allies, and now captured another one. I think that makes us about even, don't you?" Orfaran fumed, but said nothing. "No? Well why don't we make it even right now?" "Very well, filth," spat the angel, "But I feel that we are owed slightly more than you, so let's even things out a little, shall we?" And with this last comment, five other angels swooped down from the air, drawing various bladed weapons, and landing, already advancing towards Uriel. "Ooh, this should be fun!" exclaimed Uriel, drawing his sword, and igniting it. "For Dumah!" the Fallen angel cried, and charged at the group of angels.

This looks like a good one! Name: Lazarus Targan Age: 18 Gender: Male Appearance: Lazarus wears a black and white long-sleeved t-shirt, with the colours diagonally on either side of the shirt, with a black leather jacket over it. This jacket has spikes on the left shoulder. He wears combat trousers where one leg is white and the other is black, and his boots are black with white jagged streaks down the sides, and one white glove and one black. He has black feathery wings sprouting from his back, but he manages to hide them quite well underneath his jacket. His hair is quite long and black, but also spiky, with a white streak through the middle, and his eyes are very dark brown, almost black. Personality: Lazarus is bold and outgoing, although he has been outcast from society because of his wings, and his strange abilities. He tends to shy away from large crowds, but in a small croud he is always the loudest one there. He is hesitant to use his powers, because he is not fully sure of what he can do. Bio: Lazarus was found in the underground village, underneath the tree where the Hero of Light was hanged. He was only 8 years old when he witnessed his father killed, and from that moment he swore revenge. His rage burned within him like a black fire inside his heart, and he trained every day for the next 10 years to take revenge upon the village who caused his father to die. Now he is finally ready, and very soon the darkness within him will take hold. He has created an almost unstoppable force of creatures and human supporters to take revenge upon those who killed his father, and he will strike... Hero Of: Child Of Life and Death Weapons: Swords Of Black Light-These twin short swords are powerful weapons which, as well as being razor-sharp and lethal in close-combat, can fire bolts of black lightning at his foes. Daggers Of Eternal Suffering-These thrown weapons do not kill the target, but place them in an unimaginable amount of pain until they decide to take their own life. Lazarus designed these weapons to return his own suffering to those who caused it. Magic: Rain Of Darkness-This causes beams of dark energy to project from Lazarus' body and into the air, then rain down upon his enemy, either destroying them or injuring them. Breath Of Life-This takes a huge amount of energy from Lazarus, but can bring any one person he chooses back from the dead, into proper life, rather than the state of living death that his creatures are in. Angelic Arrow-This creates an arrow and a bow made of pure good energy, and can destroy a dark creature with a single strike. This takes a reasonable amount of energy, not as much as the Breath Of Life spell. Dark Beam-This is a beam of extremely powerful energy, which can reduce any living tissue to its original, primordial state. In effect, it causes life to grow in reverse, but much speeded up. It can also incinerate stone, metal and most other non-living substances. (Hope this is okay, please PM me if its not, and also I'm not sure if my Bio goes with your original story, please clear this up if possible. Thank you!)

The demon's sword swung towards Phoenix's head, and he ducked, avoiding the blade by an inch. He drew his own sword, and, tears falling from his eyes, landing on the sword. "Who gave you that sword, Phoenix?" asked the demon. "My mother gave me this sword before she died!" "And your mother was a sorceress? Do you not think that the blade is enchanted?" Phoenix looked at the sword. It was glowing, light spreading from the point where his tears had hit the blade. The light was golden, and gave Phoenix new strength. "I am Phoenix, Hunter and half-demon!" he shouted proudly. Blue-white flames spiralled up around him, engulfing him completely. The demon looked on, astonished. The flames raced around him, then fell away from his body, falling to the floor in a shower of sparks. The Phoenix behind the fire was a completely new Phoenix. Single-line tattoos ran from his hairline across his eyes and down to his cheekbones. His hair was streaked with fiery lines, which kept changing colour as his head moved. His eyes were black, but seemed to glow like dying embers. And from his back, wings, black as night had emerged, feathers falling from them as he opened his wings. His sword glowed with the same golden light as before. "You, Lazarael, will now die! Demons must be destroyed before they overrun the Earth. And I, Phoenix,will be the one who will stop them!" His eyes changed colour to blue-white, and he outstretched his hands. Lightning flew from his hands, and the rest of his body, into the walls, ceiling and floor, and into Lazarael's body, hurling the demon backwards into the wall. The wall crumbled on impact, and the demon was buried under concrete blocks. Phoenix turned to leave, and try to find Night, when the demon burst out from under the rubble, eyes blazing. "Phoenix!" he roared, "It is my destiny to destroy you!!!" He raced towards Phoenix, flying through the air. Phoenix stuck his hand out, and the demon's chest crunched onto his hand. Phoenix withdrew his hand and pulled out the demon's heart. The demon looked at it for a moment, then crumbled to dust. The heart also crumbled in Phoenix's hand. Phoenix turned to leave, when a sharp pain shot through his head. He fell to his knees, clutching his head. He could sense something. Something vast and powerful, that has just risen in the city. It could only be one thing. A Shadow Lord! Phoenix fought the pain in his head, and rushed to find the Shadow Lord. he launched himself into the air, and flapped his wings hard, flying through the air into the city. (OOC: Is anyone going to post? I mean, if my post has effectively killed the RP, then I'd be more than happy to change it to get the whole thing going again. If people are just busy with other things, please forgive me, but if not, then it would be great if someone could post, because otherwise the whole thread is technically dead. Just PM me if you want me to change my last post at all, SilverCyclone)

If you're unsure as to why I'm posting as another character as well, just ask Domon. Name: Carnage Real Name: Cletus Kasady Age: 25 Superhuman Powers: Besides superhuman strength and agility, Carnage can adhere to most surfaces with his hands and feet, project a weblike substance, and mutate sections of his symbiotic costume into detatachable weapons. Bio: Homicidal maniac Cletus Kasady was serving 11 consecutive prison terms when an opportunity for early parole presented itself in the form of his new cellmate: Eddie Brock, human host to a symbiotic costume once worn by the wisecracking, wall-crawling super hero known as Spider-Man. Monster and man had merged to become the villainous Venom, but Brock was separated from the alien during a battle with the web-slinger. While Brock waited for the symbiote to spring him from prison, Kasady entertained him with his homicidal philosophy on life: Even the average person can commit murder, if only he has the courage. As anticipated, the Venom symbiote attempted to free Brock by inciting a destructive jailbreak. Unknown to its human host, the alien was pregnant. It gave birth during the disastrous rescue. Left behind in the midst of the riot that ensued, the symbiote's spawn bonded with Kasady. Empowered far beyond the levels of Spider-Man and Venom, he made good his escape -- intent on using his newfound power to disseminate his lethal doctrine. Embarking on a citywide killing spree, Carnage was confronted by Spider-Man. However, the wall-crawler's amazing arachnid-like abilities were insufficient to subdue the thrice-strong serial killer. Spider-Man was forced to enlist the aid of the Fantastic Four, the greatest team of superhuman adventurers ever assembled. He also sought the assistance of another, more dangerous ally: Venom, his hated foe. But the villain despised its offspring even more, and agreed to help. Facing the combined might of Spider-Man, Venom and the Fantastic Four, Carnage was captured and imprisoned at the Ravencroft Asylum. Perhaps due in part to his insanity, Carnage's strength and abilities far exceed those of his predecessors, Venom and Spider-Man. Once, he even dispatched his symbiote through a phone line by reducing the alien to its cellular level. When an army of symbiotes invaded Earth, Carnage learned to feed on other aliens to increase his own mass. However formidable, almost all his bloodthirsty endeavors have culminated with his return to the Ravencroft Asylum, where the search continues for a cure to his homicidal tendencies. He has since escaped yet again, and teamed up with Magneto, Dr Doom, The Joker, Deathstroke the Terminator, and Onslaught, seeking revenge on Spider-Man and Venom for imprisoning him. His symbiote has grown stronger than ever before, and he secretly plans to turn on his fellow villains when they have allowed him to reach his goal. Appearance:

Phoenix waited at the entrance to Final Haven, without his trenchcoat, he simply wore a black long-sleeved t-shirt and black combat trousers. His chest was protected by a plate of folded steel armour, and his sword was strapped onto his back by a series of leather belts. "Where are they?" he asked himself, "Why hasn't that Hunter gathered the rest of them?" "Because," said a voice from behind him, "that Hunter was not a Hunter!" Phoenix turned around, and was struck sharply on the chin, throwing him backwards into a wall. There he was. The demon that stabbed him on the rooftop. Draped in a black cloak, armed with his two swords, standing there in all his glory. "You," said Phoenix, getting to his feet, "I know that this is not your true form, Lazarael. Show me yourself in your real form." "Very well. If that is your last wish, then so be it!" He removed his cloak, and his body twisted and warped until it was in a new form. This new form wore a black leather tunic with a high collar, and black trousers, black boots and black gloves. His face was horrifying, though. His skin was pale, almost white, and his hair was blood red, and twisted into horns. His eyes were a cold, piercing yellow, and his teeth were now small fangs, dripping venom. He still wore the two curved swords on his back, and also had numerous other small arms around his person. "This is me, Phoenix, but that is not you," he hissed. "What do you mean?" "What do you know of your parents, Phoenix?" "Nothing, other than the fact that they were killed by a demon." "Well, this is going to be a surprise. Your family was killed by a demon, but one of your parents was a demon. Your father was a demon, your mother was a human. Do you know what that makes you, Phoenix?" "A halfdemon? But Night would have been able to tell! Or Selino! Even Boru or the White Council would have been able to tell!" "No they wouldn't, because you see, your mother was a sorceress. She found out you were half demon, and put a powerful spell upon you, which meant that your demonic half would not surface until a certain point. Your demonic heritage is the only reason you survived that attack on your family. If I had known, then I would have destroyed you properly that night!" "You! You were the one who killed my family!" Phoenix cried, dropping to his knees in anguish. "Yes, of course I was, you idiot! How did you think I knew so much about you? I never leave a job unfinished, and that means I must kill you, half-breed!" He lunged at Phoenix, drawing his swords, and swinging them towards the defenceless figure who was weeping on the ground...

Sounds fun! And if you need some villains, then you can definitely count on me! Name: Magneto Real Name: Erik Magnus Lensherr Age: Around 50 Superhuman Powers: Mastery of Magnetism Bio: As the only surviving member of his family after an internment at a Nazi prison camp, Magnus saw the kind of inhumanity ruthless, amoral human beings were capable of inflicting upon the world. These brutal events became a black mark forever burned in his memeory, fueling his belief that mutants like himself can only be free if they enslave the rest of the human race before it enslaves them. Never again does he want to face the horror and degredation he and his people faced in World War Two. After his release from Auschwitz, Magnus married a woman named Magda who gave birth to their first child, Anya. When a mob prevented him from saving his daughter from a fire, Magnus unleashed his powers upon them, killing them all with his mutant ability to manipulate the planet's magnetic forces. Terrified, Magda fled-fearing not just the man's unimaginable power, but his increasing obsession with world mutant domination. She never bothered to tell her husband she was pregnant again. Reaching a safe haven, Magda gave birth to twins (Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch) and turned them over to a gypst couple to raise as their own. When she took her own life, she tooke the secret of her children's paternity to her grave. Crushed by the loss of his child and wife, Magnus sought solace in Israel and performed volunteer work with Holocaust survivors. He also befriended a young telepath named Charles Xavier, later known as Professor X. As the pair battled terrorists, each was forced to reveal their mutant powers to one another. As they spoke of their mutual mutant status, Charles revealed that he foresaw a planet where Homo superior and Homo sapiens could peacefully coexist-a viewpoint diametrically opposed to that of Magnus, who believed mutants would merely be the next in a long line of minorities ready to be exploited and persecuted for their differences. Magnus wanted to believe in Charles's philosophy, but his Auschwitz experience kept creeping back to haunt him, and he was unwilling to stand by and watch that terrible history repeat itself all over again with a different set of players. While Charles chose his path towards peace to accomplish his goals, Magnus chose something else entirely: terrorism. Towards that end, he embraced terrorist dogma and, along with it, a new name: Magneto. Appearance:

"We have some new work for you, Carter," said the Sheriff. "Oh, goody," replied Zack sarcastically. He took the manilla folder from the Sheriff's desk, and opened it. "Someone is draining funds from the banks to fund criminal activities," he read, "We need someone to stop them in their tracks. Possible suspects: let me guess," he turned the page, and feigned surprise, "Robin Hood, Little John." "What?" asked the Sheriff, "You always want jobs involving Hood, so here's one for you. You need to track him down and incapacitate him only, don't you dare kill him, Carter!" he urged. "Not my fault if my aim is a little off when I shoot him," said Zack. "Make sure it's not!" said the Sheriff, "Or I can have you enslaved in the Poor Districts before the week is out, and don't think I won't just because you're the best mercenary in town." "I'd kill you and half your men before you could get a chance. You know why they call me Lucky?" "Because they think you're a cute little puppy dog?" "No. They call me Lucky because I can get out of any tight situation. Let me tell you, that isn't luck, it's my ability to kill everyone in a room before the first hits the floor." "Well you wouldn't get far in my office. My guards would drop you before you could get to your weapons." "Well, I'll count myself Lucky that I won't have to kill you all, 'cause I never leave a job unfinished. I'll take this one, on one condition." "Which is?" "When you're done with Hood, you hand him over to me." "We'll see. Get Hood and I'll think about it." "You'd better." Zack stormed out of the office, grabbing his bow and his sword as he left. ((OOC: Sorry I had to use the Sheriff in my post, Reise, but I just wanted to get things moving a little, seeing as noone has posted in quite a long time, and obviously OliverWhip is getting kind of anxious for it to kick off))

Phoenix woke up, and found himself lying on a bed in Final Haven. His leg was bandaged, and his face had been cleaned. "How did I get here?" he asked a Hunter running around. "You were brought here by a search party," the Hunter replied. "You mean you sent out a search party for me?" "No, sir, we only found you by accident." "Then who was the search party really looking for?" "Master Night, sir. He's gone missing, wandered off muttering something about making the little one stay inside, whatever that means." Boru was right, thoguht Phoenix, Night really has gone insane. What was the name Boru used? Voneguard Sierra. Night's old personality must have resurfaced. This was bad. He could kill countless innocents looking for Boru, and I've just killed him! He doesn't know Boru is dead, and he's going to kill innocents to get to him! Or maybe he would be searching for the demon who beat him in battle. Cold, that was his name. "You, Hunter, what's your name?" he asked the young Hunter. "Kyran, sir." "What race are you? Human or half-demon?" "Human, sir." "Okay, Kyran, I need you to split the Hunters into two groups. One is going to search for Night, I'll lead that one, and the other needs to try and find the demon Cold, the one who almost killed Night a while back. You lead that one. I'm trusting you to help me, Kyran. Can I trust you?" "Yes sir, you can." "Good. Go and split them up, and find Selino, I need to talk to him, he's known Night longer than all the rest of us." "Sir, didn't you hear? Master Selino is dead. He died a few minutes before Night left." This couldn't be. Selino dead? That news must have had something to do with Night's condition. Selino was his oldest friend and ally. To find out he was dead must have destroyed Night. "Well, get someone reliable to research a man named Voneguard Sierra. Go quickly." Phoenix got up and left the bed to try and find anything that could help him. "Yes, sir..." the Hunter laughed, and he transformed. His skin turned to a scarred mess, and his black jumpsuit melted into a hooded black cloak. Two curved swords appeared on his back, and his teeth turned into small, pointed fangs. "So, Voneguard Sierra is back. This bodes well for the demon assault," the demon said to himself. "Yes, and the Hunter whose family we killed is also back. We thought we left him for dead on that rooftop," the demon replied to himself in a different voice. "Well, if he wasn't dead then, he is now. We need to destroy his bloodline completely, and if the Hunter once known as Night works hard enough, then the hunters may just have to destroy him, ending the Sierra bloodline as well. This could hardly be working out better for us, could it, Lord Boru?" Boru floated out of the shadows, almost see-through. "It could, if I hadn't been killed by Phoenix. The only thing I wish to see is my hand around his throat, choking the life out of him, but that seems unlikely, owing to my current state." He floated forwards, through the cloaked demon. Boru was now non-corporeal, it seemed. "You may be dead in body, but your soul lives on through us, Boru. Endow us with more of your god-like power, and we will destroy the Hunter for you. You will have a physical body again soon enough." Boru touched hands with the demon, and was drawn into his body. Lightning arched from his body into the walls, making them crumble with Boru's power. then, Boru left the body. "Excellent. The Hunters will be gone shortly," said Boru, "Now go, Lazarael, seek out Phoenix." And with that, the cloaked demon disappeared, and so did Boru.

Uriel and Damien had left Mutuol alone with Afriel, and walked sulkily down the corridor. They left the stronghold and flew to the city, in search of some action. They went to Agoriad's house to see what she was like, and to see if they could grab her. They watched through the window for a long time, before realising that the Key was just a human, doing normal human things-washing her hair, cleaning her teeth. They sat on top of the building opposite the Key's apartment block, bored. "I'm going to grab her," said Damien. He looked as though he was about to move, when Uriel stopped him. "No. There may be angels watching, even protecting her. If we are going to grab her, we need to do it together." They both got up, and dropped off the top of the building, into the small garden in front of Agoriad's apartment building. They were sneaking across the garden when a voice rang out. "Fallen ones," it said, "Cease this attempt to kidnap the Key." They turned around, and saw a group of six angels standing looking at them. "Who is commanding us?" asked Uriel. "Kirtan, captain of the guard," replied the lead angel. "Well, Kirtan, you are going to have to stop us," said Uriel, his wings folding out from his back to their full span. They were about ten metres wide when stretched out, and blood red. He was a fearsome sight. He drew his sword, and flames wreathed around it. His eyes flamed as well, burning with hatred for the angels. Damien got ready to fight, and the angels drew their weapons, and charged at the two Fallen...

"NO! YOU'RE LYING!" shouted Phoenix. Night had been like a father to him. How could he have slaughtered all those innocents just to kill some demons? "I'm not lying, Phoenix. Night really was a madman, obsessed with killing and death. He now seems to be slipping back to his former self. He is caring less and less about the lives of the civilians, as long as he can stop the demon threat." Boru squeezed on Phoenix's throat, choking him. Phoenix lashed out and kicked the demon in the stomach. The sudden impact made Boru recoil, and drop Phoenix. He swung his blade and sliced Boru across the chest, and once across the face. The demon screamed in pain and rage, and ran at Phoenix, swinging his halberd wildly, catching Phoenix across the face and leg. Blood dripped steadily onto the floor. A cut was bleeding profusely across Phoenix's face. He didn't feel good. Boru pulled his halberd backwards, and thrust it forwards, towards Phoenix. Phoenix swerved out of the way, and stabbed with his sword. The blade pierced demonic flesh, and hit organs and blood vessels on the way through. Then the metal blade came out of the back of Boru. The sword had gone right through him, puncturing blood vessels and damaging vital organs. The end of the sword was dripping with dark blood, which seemed to glow slightly in the moonlight. Boru's breathing changed, turning from slow steady breaths to gasping, ragged ones. Blood dribbled out of the corner of his mouth. The demon, with his last ounce of strength, thrust his halberd into Phoenix's stomach. It didn't run him through, but it hurt a lot. Phoenix, in huge amounts of pain, blood pouring down his legs, drove his sword further into Boru's chest, crushing bones and bursting more blood vessels. Finally the Malacha'ai demon fell out of consciousness. Phoenix lowered him to the floor, and with his last breaths he said: "Phoenix. You...you were a worthy opponent. You killed me in an honourable duel, and for that, I...I can tell you where the demon that stabbed you on that rooftop so long ago is. He resides in the deepest darkest cavern underneath the place you call Final...Haven. His name is Lazarael, and he was the one who kill..." and with that, the powerful demon died. Phoenix rolled over, clutching his stomach, and blacked out, knowing only one thing. He must stay alive, to find that demon... ((OOC: SilverCyclon, I hope you don't mind that I killed Boru, just tell me if you do and I will edit this post))