RPG Apocalypse Come: Damian's Return

[AnonymousSource]

This is an RPG for AnonymousSource, The_Ghost, Xander Harris, Farto the Magic, and Phattmasterdj (which is also the post order)
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[URL=http://otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=35942][U]The Battle Over Hell[/U][/URL] has ended... Damian has won!

With no one left to keep his power in check, it begins to rise rapidly to a far greater level then it ever has been. Soon he will be able to free himself from his cage that is the underworld.

His return date grows ever nearer and no one has the power to step up to the challenge. The only remaining hope of victory is to activate the ones originally chosen for the last days... but with Damian drawing ever nearer, the last days may be sooner then was expected.

The Apocalyptic Battle has come, and the Four Horseman must saddle up, after all these years of hiding.
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All of you guys have been hiding in the world as someone, maybe low key or maybe not, you just are. The first post will have your vital info as well as you intro (which will tell what you're up to now).

I hope I don't get into trouble for skipping the Recruitment stage, because the parts have already been chosen...

Info will be...
Name:(Alias... whatever you go by on earth)
Horseman you represent:
Gender:
Physical Appearance:
Clothing Descrption:
Weapons(max 2 - one major and one minor):
Magic(max4 - must be related to your Horseman "element"):
Bio(what's up in your life):

Introduction
Now for mine
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Name: None Needed - Never went to Earth

Horseman you represent: War

Gender: Male

Physical Appearance: approximately 6'1, he appears glorious and handsome. Flowing white beard and hair that streams down his back all the way past his waist. He has many scars from watching over and sneaking into battles, as well as many a duel against escaped demons. Rippling arm and leg muscles make up his physique.

Clothing Descrption: He is adorned with bronze armor: a breast plated conforming to his muscular cheast and abdomen, as well as leg plates and back plates. His head is covered by a helmet with a nose plate in front. Underneath he has a torn pair of cotton pants and a shirt.

Weapons(max 2): A spear that is slightly taller then he is, as well as a bronze short sword.

Magic(max4):
- Destructive Blast - A red beam that blasts from the tip of his spear causing a large explosion... if charged to it's max it has the capacity to destroy multiple continents
- March of a multitude - He swings his sword, forming a crimson streak across him from right to left. The blast extends out a few yards and then takes the form of a multitude of riders carrying spears. The riders charge forward and converge on the enemy, causing the pain that a real multitude would bring, but starting from their inside and working out... eventually eruptin in an explosion.
- Sychronization of Sword and Spear - His two weapons fuse together, forming a dragon-slayer. The blade causes great destruction, multiplying his attacks tenfold and allows him to use his finisher... if things get desperate.
- World Killer - As the name suggests, it makes him capable of destroying whole worlds. If aimed right he can send the blast into space, destroying his enemy, and only his enemy, then erupt it harmlessly.

Bio: He has spent his lifetime serving the angles and God, running errands to destroy powerful demons that remain unseen by human eyes, and bringing the souls of honorable warriors to their final resting place. He is normally cloaked and remains invisible, unlike the rest of the horseman who have been hiding themselves amongst humanity, waiting for the proper moment to ravage the world.

Introduction:
A man struggles through the streets, limping and clutching his shoulder... the shoulder that was ripped up not so long ago.

[URL=http://otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=34880][I]Mmph... I hope that demon burns![/I][/URL] The man grins, recollecting what had just happened that very same night. It was all so fresh in his mind, having just ended, and it was the perfect thing to envision right before he dies.

He crawled up against a wall, shoving over a garbage can or two, knocking over another, then sat down.

"Ah man... At least I died taking that demon back to hell!" He smiled... then his head dropped... and he took his final breath. The story of the noble warrior, Anon, had come to the close.

The Horseman of War floated overhead, "Fear not, noble warrior. Your sacrifice will not be in vane... and your victory shall not be tainted." The warrior shuttered, feeling the growing power coming from deep within the realm of hell, and closed his eyes, "Rest now, I will continue your battle." He watched as Anon's soul floated into the sky. The white ball made its way to heaven, as was its purpose, and where it shall stay.

[I]The other horseman will feel Damian's power any minute now, and we will all know where to meet.[/I]
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Don't be afraid to do something else before you feel his power. You don't have to just go right away, but by the end of your post you will have felt it and left.

[Xander Harris]

Name: Ariana Iari

Horseman you represent: Famine

Gender: Female

Physical Appearance: Thin and wraithlike. Her cheekbones are highly visible, and her ribs stick out. She is fairly tall, with whitish/yellowish hair cut short. When she transforms into horseman form, her skin turns yellowish as well, and her normally pale blue eyes transform into pure white.

Clothing description: In human form, she wears a short black dress with the bottom edges torn, and no shoes. In horseman form, she has a course bodysuit with a skeletal design upon her chest, and war moccasins.

Weapons:

Wraith blade: This ghostly sword reminds onlookers of Famine's victims. It is intangible when she wishes it to be... unable to affect anything. Then it becomes strong and deadly, like an insurrection of hungry peasants. Her attacks with this blade are almost impossible to parry.


"{5} When the Lamb opened the third seal, I heard the third living creature say, "Come!" I looked, and there before me was a black horse! Its rider was holding a pair of scales in his hand."

Pair of scales: Anything intercepted by her first scale comes out of the other scale as a mere fraction of it's former self. Useful as both an offensive and defensive weapon.

Magic:

Withering Beam: A shimmering wave of energy emanates from Famine's hand. It turns all food to dust, and causes sentient beings to shrivel up and die. She can lesson the effect to simply reduce someone to skin and bones without killing them, if she so desires.

Equalization: Food is the great equalizer. All men and women must eat. When Famine casts this spell, both she and her opponent's power is averaged out, and both combatants become equal in power. She can expand this spell to include as many people as she wishes.

Hordes of restless souls: Those who died because of hunger can be summoned by Famine to serve her wishes. Her favorite soldiers are aristocrats who were beheaded by hungry hordes in the French revolution.

Phasing: Like her sword, Famine can become intangible at will.

Theme Song: Hope you don't mind me adding something to your sign-up sheet...

Heat rolled off the streets of New York City. Ariana stepped out of the taxi, and smiled at the driver as he extended his hand for money. He was a short and tubby man who kept looking at Famine with a strange look in his eye. Famine giggled. He wanted something from her. Something he would probably use to buy more slimy hot dogs and the putrid balls of cholesterol the humans called 'candy'. There was no way he would get what he wanted from her. She didn't want to help fatten him up in any way. She started to walk away, and the man began to curse at her. Famine turned, and her eyes began to glow bright white. As she gestured with her hand, the man began to shrink. His large stomach faded away, and his round face became gaunt. Then he fell forward onto the steering wheel, and lived no more. A loud, unpleasant honking sound emanated from the human's vehicle, and many of the surrounding vehicles began to make the noise as well. Famine turned up her nose and walked away.

This city, indeed, this entire nation, disgusted her. As she walked, her thoughts drifted back to the lovely country of Sudan, where even the littlest babes could not find relief from their hunger. There, Famine didn't stand out at all, but here the humans kept looking at her. Ariana looked up at a sign for diet pills, and shook her head. The people of this land were so eager for her gift. They begged for starvation! Many had all the disgusting food they could ever want, and yet they purposely starved themselves. This country was ready. And yet the command from On High still didn't come. Why not? These people deserved to have their fields die out, and their cups run empty. They deserved to taste dust in their mouths and feel pain in their bloated stomachs. Famine quivered with joy and anticipation at the thought. She passed by a drug dealer standing outside a porn house. She saw a church filled with so much resentment and pride that it made her hair seem to stand on end. She walked down a dirty alleyway next to an idol store labeled "Discount T.V.s" while the horrid smell of fried food assaulted her nostrils. Ariana smiled from ear to ear. The day would soon come when He would need her talents. Any day now, the Apocalypse would come. Then the humans would know the meaning of the word 'suffering.'

Ariana reached the end of the alleyway, and finally found what she was looking for. A group of sad looking humans dressed in rags rummaging through the garbage for food. She was far more comfortable with these people than those on the better kept streets.

Food, food, food, that's all these filthy human beings could ever think about. Well, soon they could look and look all the wanted, and none would be found. The day of Famine would soon come... She reached out toward the garbage bin, and transformed every scrap of organic material into dust.

A strange sensation prickled the inside of Famine's mind. She was summoned! At long last! She shed her mortal guise, and rose up to her full height. "Now, Americans, the Day Of Judgment is upon you! Beg for scraps, and you shall have none! Beg for mercy, but it will not be found! Beg for..." Wait. These were not the right summons. Famine gave an exasperated sigh. No Judgment Day yet. Just some upstart called Damian she was supposed to help kill. Drat.

Her black horse flew down out of the sky. She leapt upon it and took off, as the scavengers in the alley rubbed their eyes in amazement. The wind whipped around Famine as she soared upward. It felt good to be airborn again...

[Guest phattmasterdj]

NameAlias: Damian, is stuck in hell
Horseman you represent: None
Gender:Male
Physical Appearance:5"8' flowing black hair down to the middle of his back, silver eyes that seem to shoot a twinge of pain and fear down the spine of anybody that looks into them. He has tan skin, and rippling muscles that aren't very noticable until he is enraged.
Clothing Descrption: He wares a black suite with a red shirt that stands out under his deathly black tie that has a blue demon depicted on it.
Weapons(max 2 - one major and one minor): The sword of the flame and a death whip
Magic(max4 - must be related to your Horseman "element"): Incantaions-
Lightning- Bliksem
High Winds- Hoge Winden
Tornado- Wirbelsturm
Heavy Rain- Zware Regen
Flood- Flut
Fog- Nebel
Snow Storm- Scheestrum
Freezing tempatures- Vrienzende Koude
Earthquake- Aardbeving
Shadow Fire in Hand- Beschadouuw Vuur
Shadow Fire Circle- Beschaduuw Vuur Kries
Shadow Fire Wall- Beschaduuw Vuur Wand
Black Flame Form- Zwartvlam Formulier
Death Froze Over- the surroundings become very foggy, but Damian is still visible. A black hooded cloak covers his body and a death scyth appears in his hands. He gilds over to his opponent, which is almost frozen in fear, and slashes them with his scyth. If the scyth hits them, the die immediately, but if it hits their chest, their soul belongs to Damian forever.
Transfiguration-
Damian has the ability to transform himself into an animal for half an hour at max.
Bio(what's up in your life): To check out what has happend in Damians life, go to these links in the order posted: [url]http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=34735[/url] then [url]http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=34880[/url] then [url]http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=35618[/url] and then [url]http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=35942[/url]