Sign Up Damien [M-VLS]

[Guest Sean]

[CENTER][COLOR=SlateGray]Damien[/COLOR]

[COLOR=SlateGray][I]?Nazarene, what can you offer?
Since the hour you vomited forth
from the gaping wound of a woman,
you have done nothing but drown mens' soaring desires
in a deluge of sanctimonious morality.
I was conceived of a jackal.
Your pain on the cross was but a splinter
compared to the agony of my father.
I will drive deeper the thorns into your rancid carcass,
you profaner of Isis.
Cursed Nazarene,
I will avenge thy torment.?[/I]

Death, Pain, Torment.
A hooded creature, spilling the alleyways at the dead of night, killing, raping, slaughtering. No-one is safe, no-one. This creature lives high up in the mountains of Khaine. The townsfolks have tried anything and everything, but to no prevail, the beast still resides in the shadows waiting for a stay wanderer to cross its path.

The town is attaching its forces, looking for this dreaded creature, looking for his blood, looking to find death staring straight at them. The townsfolks are frightened but still fascinated by the underworld creature. The blood red eyes they want to look into, and find hell itself reside in them.

The townsfolk armed with anything they can find, pitchforks, revolvers, spades. Whatever they find lying around, bitter revenge for the many the creature has killed. One hope, there only hope lies waiting for them, it is there job to find out where this holy goddess lies in wait.

The Date When This All Starts??09/18/1015 (18/09/1015)

[I]?Now Disciples of the Watch
See your Prince of Darkness rise
Through famine and destruction
The Four Horsemen at my side
I demand a victory, I demand a sacrifice
Or spend all eternity
In the flaccid gut of Christ!?


The Bitter End Of Mankind Resides In That Creatures Eyes?
Damien.[/I][/CENTER][/COLOR]

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[COLOR=RoyalBlue]Ok Am Still Thinking About A Chapter System In Here, Not Sure Yet, But Heres The Sign-Up Sheet.

[B]Name[/B]: Oldish Names, not Legolas style though.

[B]Age[/B]: 16+

[B]Gender[/B]: Male/Female

[B]Apperance[/B]: A Long Description or a good picture. Please have the old style Dracula Mob clothes. Thanks

[B]Personality[/B]: A basic description of their personality.

[B]Biography[/B]: How long have you stayed in the town, how are you connected with the beast, what was life like before he came.

[B]Defensive Weapon[/B]: Anything from poles to sharp utensils.

[B]A Small Snippet Of Character[/B]: Write some material that involves your character some how, write about whatever you want just aslong as it keeps with the character.

[B]Overpowering Emotion[/B]: What emotion over-powers others and a reason why, Anger - because your loved oene got killed and your looking for vengeance. As simple as that.


This is where your part starts, sign-ups will be monitered and you will be told before sign-ups are closed if your not accepted, i will also give a reason why your not accepted, so you can change your sign-up.

Thank You, And Welcome To The Town Of Carcius.[/COLOR]

[Ezekiel]

[B]Yah, this sounds interesting, so I'll give it a shot.[/B]

[COLOR=SlateGray][B]Name:[/B] Blair Connor

[B]Age:[/B] 19

[B]Gender:[/B] Female

[B]Appearance:[/B] [URL=http://www.psycko-hentai.de/grafix/gallery/bg38/980613f.jpg]click[/URL]
She stands at 5'7'' and usually wears that style of clothes.

[B]Personality:[/B] Blair enjoys her friends, she enjoys peace and she adores her family...or what's left of it. Despite all of the losses that she has encountered, Blair still manages to keep a smile on her face and a joke always ready. She likes to make people happy but can easily slip into depression if anyone around her is feeling down.
Even though most of the time she is happy and outgoing, if someone brings up her past and her late family, she becomes angry and changes completely.

[B]Biography:[/B] Blair has never known anything else except the village. She was born and raised there and as far as she knows, so was the rest of her family before her. Her Grandfather was a very important figure in the church and many people used to turn to him when they needed a problem solving; unfortunately, he was one of the first few to be killed by the unknown creature.

It's because of this that Blair feels that she has a very strong connection to the creature, believing it to be her sole enemy in life. Even though she has never told anyone, she dreams of the day when she can hunt the creature down and kill it by her own hand.

In the last few months, she has lost in total four people from her family, her grandfather, mother, father and younger brother, Isaac.
She know lives with her older brother, Imric, he's 22 years old and has all but given up on finding the creature. He has now taken on his father's job of 'detective' in the village. He handles all major reports of crime and what not.

Blair just usually sits at home, sewing or cooking; she generally caters for people and helps out with weddings. Her cooking is known to be some of the best throughout the Town of Carcius.

When she isn't busy with anything else, however, Blair sneaks out and travels into the disused fields to train, she isn't the best fighter by any means, but she is able to defend herself pretty well.

[B]Defensive Weapon:[/B] A large silver crucifix on the end of a long silver chain. It's quite a difficult weapon to use effectively and Blair still struggles at times.

[B]A small snippet of character:[/B]
[I]I remember the beginning of spring. There was a carnival in our town and a travelling circus had decided to stop by, entertaining our people with their tricks and jokes.
It was a really great day, everyone was so happy...I was so happy.
My mother and father looked like they were 16 again, holding hand and eating candyfloss, I felt so happy for them that day.
I walked around with Imric, taking in the sights, talking to other people and just enjoying myself, glad to take a break from the usual routine.
I remember Imric saying to me,
'Enjoy this day, sis, you may never get one like it again....'[/I]

[B]Overpowering emotion:[/B] guilt- Blair feels guilty about the fact that so many good people have died by the creature and she is still alive. She would do anything to go back and replace the life of her family for her own.[/COLOR]

[Guest The Pro]

Crucafix, you say that in every rpg, you sign up in almost everyone, ive seen you so many times, well, i do to, so ILL give it a shot :p

Name: Scynam "Doom" Swan
Age: 56
Appearance: Tall and slender, Doom stands about 6.3", and wares a long red cloak, that cascades past his feet, and drags on the ground. Oddly enough, it is never dirty. He also wares a black shirt, whcih is overtop of a grey, long-sleeved shirt that is stained with blood from his bountys. He has long, black pants, that seem to hang hang over his feet, but, as with his cloak, it is never dirty. Also, he always seems to have a self-satisfied smirk on his face. Dark grey eyes, and long black boats round out this charector.
Favourite Saying: "God will reward me for this, you damned demon!"

Bio: Feared as the notorious Doom, he is a Zealous, self-confedent, bounty hunter. He hunts down the various demons that inhabit this earth. He dose so becouse, well, becouse his church says so. He grew up at the Monastary of ST.James, in south Romania, and has taken his faith from the Priests there. It is unfortunate the amount of Demons he isforced to fight with, and, as a result, he has become quite efficiant at hunting down, and destroying, such evil beings. His unshakable faith is the root of his power, becouse it drives him and gives him a reason to continue his impossible mission: Defeat the evils of Satan. Though he is also a talented fighter, tracker, and hunter, he never kills what he is not forced to, merely capturing them so they may be purified. His fame amongts the Demons is second only to the Infamous Van Hellsing, so many demons are also sent to destroy him, but, with the power of his fiath, he can smite them without much trouble. But, unfortunatly, he is getting old. His skill is diminishing, and he is becoming ready to be accepted by God into Hevan, yet he fights with undiminished faith, for the hope that he can die a hero's death, and be granted into the Palace of god. (Note: I am not a religous freak, this is just somthing that i tihnk fits the sotry well!)

Peronsality: Mysterious, this man appears, tracks and defeats the demon, then desapears again. This time, however, he is finding Damian rather difficult to find, so he has inlisted himself in the Mob, becouse he is more likyl to find him if the creature is drawn to the helpless Towns-folk.

Weapons:
Faith: His fiath becomes a weapon, somtimes burning the demon it is so powerful.
Sword: A longsword that was specialy made by the St.Jhon priests, it is specialy made by Melted down crosses, so it is holy of holy swords.
"Banisher: A long staff, it is notoriosly famous amongst demons becouse of its holy potential, it has smitten many of them, becouse even the slightest tuch can burn the skin of Evil in this world. It has never encounterd the likes of Damian, so it is reduced greatly when fighting a demon that powerful. It is basicly a holy Quarterstaff.

Overpowering Emotion: Zeal - His overpowering faith and Zeal in god makes him very angery at all Demons, so he is a hunter by nature.

Snippit of Personality: [I]It was a dark day at the Monastary of St. Jhons. The priests ahd all been gone for hours now, to the nieghboring towns on there monthly pilgramiges. Doom was praying at the alter. The head priest aproched him, laied his hand on his sholder, and whispered into his ear. "Scynam, Demons are afoot once more." The old man said. "They are persistant, arent thay." Doom replied. "Yes, young master, but ths, this is differnt." THe old man said. "Really? This better not be another low-level demon trying to make a name for himself." Doom replied impaitiently. "Young master, this is not. This is... well... this may be the LEgendary Damion." The old man said. "DAMION!! You should have said so sooner, were is my gear, i must leave imediatly." Doom said, leadping from the alter, and heading for the room in the celler, were he kept his weapons and other usful gear. Damion was his. God would reword him with this.[/I]

[Mykul]

Sean, you know im in.

Name- Alan Westminster

Age- 18

Gender- Male

Appearance- Jon is a tall and lanky young man who measures out at a little under 6 feet tall. his short black hair is usually matted and unruly. he wears a tattered black tunic, and usually a brown traveling cloak overtop. his skin is rough and dry from all his years of working as an aprentice for his uncle in his smithy. his expression is always one of innonce, compassion, and honesty.

Personality- Jon likes spending time in his uncle's smithy, learning the skill. he also enjoys dinner with his father, who was a priest many years ago. Jon has spent many hours with his father just listening; soaking in the knowledge the old man would spill. he is always honest, which endears him to most of the people of the village at the bottom of the mountains (not the same one as Carcius...this one's at the bottom of the mountain).

Biography- All his life was routine, but Jon was happy. all he did was attend church with his father and work for his uncle. growing up, the things Jon believed in most were hard work and doing what is right. he was very friendly with all the town people. he turned 18 and prepared himse to start a shop of his own.

then one night he had a wonderful dream. he was in a forest, and before him was a burning bush. from the bush spoke the voice of God:

[I]Jonathon, my son. a terrible being has been brought upon this earth.[/I]

as he heard those words, scenes of a terrible monster flashed through Jon's mind. he was afraid.

[I]you must fight him. so is your destiny. you may not defeat him, and you may die, but you will combat this demon.[/I]

Jon awoke, feeling frightened but enervated. he knew where he must go. he must travel to the village atop the mountain.

the next night, however, Jon had a nightmare. in this nightmare a deep and terrible voice spoke strange words to him. Jon awoke, screaming, to find his house ablaze in flame. he fled and left that night, without looking back. he entered the woods and headed for Carcius.

Weapon: none. he didnt have time to grab anything on his way out. one he made up his mind to go, he just did it.

Snippet of Character- The forest is cruel. the days are hot and tiresome, dragging on and on as i trek through this green hell. And the nights...the nights are unbearable. the calling of the owls to me no longer sounds natural. their hoots have turned to voices, calling out "turn back". the rustling of the leaves is the trees conversing with one another: "this man will surely die." then, as i drift off to sleep i hear it. in a way, i feel it first. a cold feeling in the pit of my heart, as if i will never see another human face again. then, hardly audible, comes the sniffing. the grunting, the scratching, the inhaling of air into infidelic lungs. i feel the beast watching me, as sure as God. the noises dont stop, until the first light of dawn creeps over the mountaintops. i know he is watching me. Lord, deliver me from evil.

[Engel]

Err, Sean, I might need you to special OK this character...
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[b]Name:[/b] Tai Ihizisaki

[b]Age:[/b] 19

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Appearance:[/b] [URL=http://www.nintendo.no/gamecube/spill/Bilder/bhoushin/06.jpg]This is one of the things I might need to talk to you about[/URL] (That is the link though)

[b]Personality:[/b] Ever since his beloved Kaia was striken down, he's been quiet and lonesome. Tai is reclusive, but when he speaks, conviction fills his voice and the hearts of others. His quietness leads the other townsfolk to believe he's insane and just stay away. Only few people know him, and he's only opened up to them, no one esle ...

[b]Bio:[/b]

[i]"Hello, love."[/i]

[i]"Thank you, Tai."[/i]

[i]"What for, Kaia?"[/i]

[i]"For loving me and keeping me close...[/i]

[i]"You know I'd go to any lenghts for you."[/i]

[b]"KAIA! NO!"[/b] But it was too late, the beast had taken her away...Tai fell to the ground, beating at it with sullen, hard fists as tears streamed down his face. The Chimera had taken her across the winds to a far away land. He had to get her back.

The next day, he found a ship, and left from his port town of Yufatoma as the cries of his baby sister and the soft sobs of his mother filled the airs, a hallowing melody.

[i][b]Five months later in the town of Carcius...[/b][/i]

[b]"The demon his here...[/b] He felt his scar across his right vein, and felt a Chimera head burn onto his skin. He nodded, and decied to buy a house here. He would combat the Chimera. Feeling the smooth, hard, polished wood of his weapon he called [i]Roc's Heart[/i] and thinking of home, he stepped in the house, and began to think of the demon.

[b]Weapon:[/b] [i]Roc's Soul[/i]: Made out of deep red wood from his homeland, it is a wooden rod attached to a handle with a leather grip. It is fairly blunt, but he wields it with surprising maliace and skill.

[b]Snippet of Character writing:[/b]

"Agh...why did you chose my Kaia, you goddamn bastard?!" Tai smashed Roc's Soul into a tree, sending splinters flying. He was angry this morning, and he began to beat the trees in his fury. He glanced over at Laila's house, but looked away quickly.

[i]I can't betray my love to Kaia.[/i] He smashed a few more trees, and left to go inside, the forest animals quivering in fear of Roc's Soul. He would kill the Beast. He'd get his Kaia back.

[b]Overpowering Emotion:[/b] Grief- Tai's love Kaia was taken to this land, and he mourns for her every day.[/color][/size]

[Guest Sean]

All Very Well Done All Of You, thanks for signing-up, and i'm sorry for the absence. I was at Florida for a bit, and got attacked by two nasty little........well when i say little i mean BIG hurricanes. But am back, and i just need a few more people to sign-up.

Currently everyone is in, apart from 'The Pro' basically because he's been Banned. So Crucifix
MehrLicht
And Yunsung

You three are in, maybe two more people then i will post my sign-up. Yunsung we'll talk on AIM when you get on, but i don't really see a problem with your character, the Japanesey look and the character, pushing it, but i think i'll go with it. You never know do you, haha, ok, i'll stop talking now and allow two more sign-ups.

Well more than two if possible, but i'm not going to expect more than two more. Thanks your guys, i thought i was getting the Sexy Six in this one, oh well, haha, ok this is gonna get closed if i keep on going on, i dunno why, oh wait yeah i do. Straying Off Subject.......

Well i'll expect you guys to post regularly once it gets started.

[Skye]

[size=1][font=veranda][color=orange][b]Name:[/b] Naomi Tanner

[b]Age:[/b] 17

[b]Gender:[/b] Female

[b]Appearance:[/b] [url= http://www.psycko-manga.de/gallery/babe/22-4.htm]Naomi[/url]

[b]Personality:[/b] Naomi is a quiet girl, traumatized and shaken. She used to be so cheerful and friendly, but now she shies away from even the gentlest touch. She never looks anyone in the eyes, and never speaks above a whisper. That is, if you can get her to talk at all.

[b]Biography:[/b] Naomi was usually perky, and happy to see you. But now? it worries me. She?s so quiet. All she ever does is study herbs and plants, and her regular school. Ever since that night?

Her brother had taken her on a walk. He always did. He was her favorite sibling, and the two were tight as a knot. Poor David. Poor Naomi; a child trapped in an her own body, peering through those intelligent grey eyes ? and unable to help. That beast attacked them. And David jumped in front. The stupid thing? one swipe of a hand, and David flew back.

Naomi said she could hear his bones crunch and snap as he hit the wall. He landed with a dull thud. She had run home, scared and scarred for life. How drastically that monster changed my sweet child.

Not long after, the thing took my husband, and her father. After David?s death, the only persons she felt she could hang onto. Naomi has never been the same. She sleeps with every candle in her room lit, despite the fact that she?s seventeen. She?s always so frightened. Damn you monster. Damn you.


[b]Defensive Weapon:[/b] Naomi has the effective use of every and any plant that comes to hand. It is hard to do on short notice, but Naomi has it mastered.

[b]A Small Snippet Of Character:[/b] [I]Dear Journal,

I managed to identify a sprig of the rarer winter mint. It was so sharp, and the leaves looked so much like regular mint. Except they were a white blue-green. So pretty. And the smell was amazing.

I made some lavender and mint-stuffed pillows today. Ever since David and Daddy died, it?s all I can do to stop myself from seeking out that monster and killing it. I know it would be suicide. Mum baked some fresh bread, and managed to get some honey butter. It was delicious.

Oh, it?s so cold. I wish I hadn?t opened the window. I can never get it closed again. Mum got me a new candle, too. It?s crimson, with violets and lavender in the wax. It?s very pretty, and I put it on my writing table. Its burning now, and gives off a nice cinnamon smell. Oh, dear, I need to relight the candle in my lamp. Its burned out again. Tomorrow Mum, Diana, and I are going to the bakers and the butchers. I almost forgot Diana?s 13 birthday celebration!

Naomi[/i]

[b]Overpowering Emotion:[/b] Fear and Loss: she fears the monster. In fact, she knows it all to well. The overwhelming feeling of loss in her stomach is what is causing her silence and the endurance of that ever-present pain.

Hope this is okay, Sean-kun.[/size][/font][/color]

[Angelus_Necare]

Sounds like fun, I'll give it a shot...

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Name: Father Alexander Rennoir

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Appearance: A tall, lean man, that is pale and frail against the real world. Although he may appear weak, he holds himself with a certain strength, yet retains his humble nature, so as not to show pride. Beneith the feathered mop of platinum hair and soft brown eyes lays a kind and gentle smile.
He wears long black robes that reach from his neck to his feet, proper for the house of god. The only other object addorned with it is a simple silver cross that lays accross his chest on a think silver chain.

Personality: Humble, kind and forgiving, all traits that are expected of a man of god. Alexander with seldom show displeasure or saddness, he has perfected the means of hiding how he really feels from others, and sometimes even himself. He is trusting and loyal to almost anyone he meets, some may say gullible, he sees it as only accepting. Alexander does not hate, he olny tries to understand his fellow man, and will always try to help with a problem, even if he knows not the perfect solution.

Bio:

Alexander has lived in the small town of Carcius for a short five years. He arrived as a pupil to the once current preist of the village. Alexander was happy then, he had the opertunity to serve his lord, and become a shepard to god's flock.

However, Alexander's dreams became a reality sooner than he had hoped. The former preist had fled the church overnight a few months after the beast had appeared, leaving his young pupil to lead in his stead. The only thing that was left behind was a small vial of red liquid, a sword wrapped in white silk, and a pice of parchment that read:

[i]"Oh yeah I call upon high, may the lord spare the curse that has befallen this villlage, and my wretched soul of fear."[/i]

Alexander was frightened, he was inexperienced, but worst of all, he was alone. For the first time in his life, the young preist began to feel despair. A feeling that he had never experienced before, an emptiness than not even his faith could fill. But Alexander carried on, he remained strong, and led his flock. The threat of a beast upon the village would not set his foundations to quake...

Weapons:
-"Michael": An heirloom sword of the church. It is said to be holy sword, one sent straight from heaven, the very sword that the Angel Michael has used to slay Lucifer. Alexander has yet to unsheath it from its silk wrappings.

-Vial of red liquid: Said to be the blood of christ, it can only be used once however.

Snipet of writting:

Alexander walked through his empty church, accompanied only by the sound of lashing rain and the distant thunder. There were no candles lit, for warmth nor for light, Alexander felt that there was no need. He walked up the center aisle, gently touching the backs of wooden pews as he continued his slow march. His eyes were affixed to the grand cross at the head of the room, and slowly, his mind was searching for answers.
When Alexander had reached the first row of pews he paused, then took a seat, folding his hands in prayer. He had forgotten how many times he had done this since the beast appeared, but there was possibly a chance that the lord would hear him this time.
"Oh God, hear my prayers," He spoke, the growling thunder was ever advancing, "This Village is in need my Lord, The evil placed upon it is most horrid, surely you could not have forgotten us?"

There was a long pause, steady pounding rain, and another rumble of thunder.

"I try my best to guide them my lord, but who is there to guide me? I look to you oh God for strength, to calm my quivering heart. I feel despair lord, and I know deep down in my heart that there shall not be a hope for these people, if a solution does not become present."

Another pause, a louder rumble and this time sobbing. Alexander was slumped in his pew, his forhead pressed to his clasped hands, tears streamed slowly from his face.

"Please Lord," He choked, "Send us Hope, Send us Strength, Send us Saviors..."

Overpowering Emotion- Despair, Alexander feels that there is no hope for the Village.[/color][/size]

[Guest Sean]

And i've finally decided to do a chapter system in this RP, the RP will start tomorrow ofcourse, so if you have any questions to ask about the chapter system then please PM me directly.

I'll also be getting the Underground up soon enough and also if you don't want the chapter system and i get that result from 3 out of 5 of us then i will take it down. But currently it'll stay up.

--EDIT-- Heres Mine

Name: Jon Schaeffer

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Apperance:[URL=http://www.bloody-roar.com/en/img/chara/long/profile_long.jpg]Clickety[/URL]

Personality: Jon's mind has tossed and tumbled ever since 'Damien' came along. All he wants is revenger for that horrible night. The only other thing in his mind is a hate for others, he wants to be the one that kills the creature for what it did....

Biography: ...But what did it do i hear you ask, well here i'll tell you the story. Back when 'Damien' was just thought of as a simple man killer Damien sneeked into and out of houses, killing, raping, malesting. But Jon knew better, he looked out his windows countless evenings to find those red eyes gazing back into his own.
Then it was his famalies turn, Damien sneeked around the house when the family were asleep, Jon was married and had two kids at this point, only being 20. But he knew better to not worry, he worried about there safety. He decided that he was going to have everyone in their room until the storm passes. He never knew when he would strike, but he was a day short on luck, Damien struck that night, the family all in there seperate rooms. Un-prepared. A scream from his son and daughters room, and silence. Another scream from the same room, and silence once more. Jon rushed to the room, only to see blood splatered on the walls, and a flailing curtain blowing.
Another scream, and he knew that he shouldn't have left his wife alone, he lost everything he wanted, needed.

Defensive Weapon: Two small pocket knives strapped to his arms.

A Small Snippet Of Character: Look to bio (lol, short and easy solution)

Overpowering Emotion: Guilt - Guilty about leaving his wife in that room alone, guilty for not bringing his offspring to his room before. Guilty that he sacrificed 3 people lives and didn't even know it.