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@Arya10108909@Letmehaveone2@Blueflame
My father is an Arch Demon. I would've been skinned if I didn't learn the old tongue." Will said, jokingly, to Shadow, before he looked towards Savannah. "...I get that, but lady, that was a person who had a life. Maybe even a family. You didn't ask him, you just turned him." His tone was fair, as he attempted reason...with her. Not with Vivianne, who would see his black and white eyes level with hers.
"Ne. Phal. Em. Say it right, Cold One. And I have no qualms with killing...for the right reasons. You want to go, bring it. I guarantee my blood stays inside me, though yours will probably be spilled in the battle. I know your race. So. Either back down or we can take this to the woods, little girl." He barked, as his hair silently began to flow around his head, almost as if he was caught in a breeze. Then, his hair burst into flames, and his grin turned feral. "Don't poke the bear, Vampire, or I'll show you how nasty a Nephalem can get."
My father is an Arch Demon. I would've been skinned if I didn't learn the old tongue." Will said, jokingly, to Shadow, before he looked towards Savannah. "...I get that, but lady, that was a person who had a life. Maybe even a family. You didn't ask him, you just turned him." His tone was fair, as he attempted reason...with her. Not with Vivianne, who would see his black and white eyes level with hers.
"Ne. Phal. Em. Say it right, Cold One. And I have no qualms with killing...for the right reasons. You want to go, bring it. I guarantee my blood stays inside me, though yours will probably be spilled in the battle. I know your race. So. Either back down or we can take this to the woods, little girl." He barked, as his hair silently began to flow around his head, almost as if he was caught in a breeze. Then, his hair burst into flames, and his grin turned feral. "Don't poke the bear, Vampire, or I'll show you how nasty a Nephalem can get."
@Blueflame@Arya10108909@Letmehaveone2
"...Yes, he's a shadow demon." Will said, as he looked towards Shadow and gave him a polite nod of his head. "Bonded too, I assume?" He said in the tongue of Demons, his voice distorted with the sudden change.
Then, his eyes went to Savannah, and lost practically all light, as he spoke. "If you value life? Leave innocent people out of your experiments. Got it?" He told the girl, as the flames slowly were drawn into his skin, making his veins stand out like flowing lava. With the shift in demeanor, it seemed he was ready to back his words with blood. The wings currently spread behind him didn't help the image,making him seem like some sort of twisted angel.
"...Yes, he's a shadow demon." Will said, as he looked towards Shadow and gave him a polite nod of his head. "Bonded too, I assume?" He said in the tongue of Demons, his voice distorted with the sudden change.
Then, his eyes went to Savannah, and lost practically all light, as he spoke. "If you value life? Leave innocent people out of your experiments. Got it?" He told the girl, as the flames slowly were drawn into his skin, making his veins stand out like flowing lava. With the shift in demeanor, it seemed he was ready to back his words with blood. The wings currently spread behind him didn't help the image,making him seem like some sort of twisted angel.
@Blueflame@Letmehaveone2@Arya10108909
Will looked at Shadow as he circled him, his jaw set as he replied to the question. "Nephalem. Half Angel, Half Demon." He said, and, for a show, his left arm suddenly bursted into flames, searing the air around it, before turning a deep black, and the speed of the flame increased, signifying the change to hellfire. His right arm, in turn, suddenly bursted into a pure, white flame, that moved almost as if it were encased in syrup.
Then, the flaming-armed male looked towards Savannah and Vivianne. "I'm Will. And I don't think that guy went through that change willingly. Correct?" He said, as his eyes shifted colors, the irises now a mass of swirling black, light pupils replacing dark ones.
Will looked at Shadow as he circled him, his jaw set as he replied to the question. "Nephalem. Half Angel, Half Demon." He said, and, for a show, his left arm suddenly bursted into flames, searing the air around it, before turning a deep black, and the speed of the flame increased, signifying the change to hellfire. His right arm, in turn, suddenly bursted into a pure, white flame, that moved almost as if it were encased in syrup.
Then, the flaming-armed male looked towards Savannah and Vivianne. "I'm Will. And I don't think that guy went through that change willingly. Correct?" He said, as his eyes shifted colors, the irises now a mass of swirling black, light pupils replacing dark ones.
@Letmehaveone2
Well, I mean, you could introduce yourself to Will. That or ask him what his business is, with him acting all rigid.
Well, I mean, you could introduce yourself to Will. That or ask him what his business is, with him acting all rigid.
It was daytime, in the outside world. The sun shined, and the twisted visage of the lake of blood almost seemed...eerily pretty. However, this peace was suddenly snapped as a man cried out in pain, shrieks emanating from the cabin located in the woods.
These shrieks of pain, cries for mercy, all echoed, reverberating around the forest. If one was able to peek into the cabin, they'd see why. The man who was crying like a child was chained to a chair with barbed wire, his hands secured on the arms of a chair. His ankles, likewise, were also pierced together, strung through the middle like shoestrings. He was already bloody from the previous encounters...but this time, his torturer was finished with him.
'Let's see...' Aion thought, studying the crying man. His face was that of a robot's, giving no emotion and sympathy to the dead one before him. "Tell me. Where is the child?" The assassin spoke up, his voice echoing in the small epace. Aion stepped out of the darkness and circled him, his voice remaining a monotonous calm. "We can make this easy if you just tell me where she is."
"Fuck you, Man!" the male cried out, his teeth bloody as he gripped the arms of the chair. Aion smiled from behind the man, his jagged teeth seeming to have their own glow. Then...Aion laid a hand on the man's chair. "Wrong answer. She's been found. Meaning...I have no use for you, wretched creature." He said, grinning, as the man began to plead for his life.
However, a circle blazing to life below Aion's palm cut the man short, as Aion transfigured the wooden chair into a spiked chair, stabbing through the man's chest, legs, arms, and stomach, turning him into a rather large pincushion. Then, the chair reverted, and the corpse went slack, head lolling forwards. Aion would calmly wipe off his hands, before he stomped, the floor in front of the chair tipping forwards, causing the chair and corpse both to slide into the darkness of Aion's crypt.
These shrieks of pain, cries for mercy, all echoed, reverberating around the forest. If one was able to peek into the cabin, they'd see why. The man who was crying like a child was chained to a chair with barbed wire, his hands secured on the arms of a chair. His ankles, likewise, were also pierced together, strung through the middle like shoestrings. He was already bloody from the previous encounters...but this time, his torturer was finished with him.
'Let's see...' Aion thought, studying the crying man. His face was that of a robot's, giving no emotion and sympathy to the dead one before him. "Tell me. Where is the child?" The assassin spoke up, his voice echoing in the small epace. Aion stepped out of the darkness and circled him, his voice remaining a monotonous calm. "We can make this easy if you just tell me where she is."
"Fuck you, Man!" the male cried out, his teeth bloody as he gripped the arms of the chair. Aion smiled from behind the man, his jagged teeth seeming to have their own glow. Then...Aion laid a hand on the man's chair. "Wrong answer. She's been found. Meaning...I have no use for you, wretched creature." He said, grinning, as the man began to plead for his life.
However, a circle blazing to life below Aion's palm cut the man short, as Aion transfigured the wooden chair into a spiked chair, stabbing through the man's chest, legs, arms, and stomach, turning him into a rather large pincushion. Then, the chair reverted, and the corpse went slack, head lolling forwards. Aion would calmly wipe off his hands, before he stomped, the floor in front of the chair tipping forwards, causing the chair and corpse both to slide into the darkness of Aion's crypt.
@Arya10108909 @Blueflame@Letmehaveone2
"Thanks, June!" He called out, before he slowly walked into his room. Then, he paused beside the bed.
I can feel something...something wrong, in the air. Will thought, before turning to his door. The Nephalem slowly closed it, before racing to the window and quickly opening it. He would take a deep breath, before he slid out of the opening, stretching out his wings and taking off into the sky.
It was at this point that Will noticed the carcass of a mutant on the ground, the air filled with the stench of decay. His eyes then went to the three who were practically standing over it, and locked onto them. The three beings would see his shadow before they saw him, his landing swift and silent atop the ground before them. "You know, I think you would at least dispose of your...food. failed experiment. Whatever." Will told them, his face blank. He could see the torn clothing, and immediately deduced that this transformation wasn't done...willingly. That only made him more aware.
"Thanks, June!" He called out, before he slowly walked into his room. Then, he paused beside the bed.
I can feel something...something wrong, in the air. Will thought, before turning to his door. The Nephalem slowly closed it, before racing to the window and quickly opening it. He would take a deep breath, before he slid out of the opening, stretching out his wings and taking off into the sky.
It was at this point that Will noticed the carcass of a mutant on the ground, the air filled with the stench of decay. His eyes then went to the three who were practically standing over it, and locked onto them. The three beings would see his shadow before they saw him, his landing swift and silent atop the ground before them. "You know, I think you would at least dispose of your...food. failed experiment. Whatever." Will told them, his face blank. He could see the torn clothing, and immediately deduced that this transformation wasn't done...willingly. That only made him more aware.
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Name: Aion
Nickname: "If you shorten my name, I will gut you like a fish."
Age(if applicable since not every fandom will specify this): 18
Gender: Male
Crush: "Please speak to my pillow. We're close, maybe it knows."
Powers/Skills(if any): Transmutation(FMA Style), Adaptation
Adaptation allows him to be versatile and geared towards different things at the same time. An example is in Pitch Black Darkness he can see as if it were day, but if someone were to suddenly shine a bright light, he would be almost blinded.
Assassin's training.
Combat skills borderline the rank of master. He's only 18, for pete's sake.
Weakness(es): Vulnerability
From(Movie, game, book, TV show, OC, etc): Fullmetal Alchemist
Species: Mutant/Human
Appearance(s):
Personality(if known): Brisk, silent. Prefers to be left alone on his missions. Due to growing up how he did, he is often afraid of people getting close to him. Makes his nerves get on edge faster than Usain Bolt in a dead sprint.
History(optional as always): (Don't question the FMA similarities. I know it's similar.)) Simply Put, Aion grew up in a guild of Assassins. This explains his indifferent, cold, quiet demeanor. His parents were both skilled in Transmutation, and died when he was young. Thus, everything about his inherited ability had been a secret to him, until he was able to access their library. Then, like most young children....
Aion wanted his parents back. He wanted his mother. After he had done the research, he tried...and it cost him many things, without even bringing his parents back. It cost him his calves and below, and his left arm.
The Assassins found him curled up, on the ground of his parent's tomb, where they would use ancient magic to create him new limbs. Though, when the transformation was finished...they were not really his own limbs. They were the limbs of a demon, a creature of the night..And he was stuck with them. The Transformation had also unlocked a gene in his body that was mutated, allowing it to spread..a gene that allowed him to rapidly adapt to anything thrown at him. After training it, it would take him five minutes to fully adapt against anything.
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Current Location: Basement of the Cabin
Name: Aion
Nickname: "If you shorten my name, I will gut you like a fish."
Age(if applicable since not every fandom will specify this): 18
Gender: Male
Crush: "Please speak to my pillow. We're close, maybe it knows."
Powers/Skills(if any): Transmutation(FMA Style), Adaptation
Adaptation allows him to be versatile and geared towards different things at the same time. An example is in Pitch Black Darkness he can see as if it were day, but if someone were to suddenly shine a bright light, he would be almost blinded.
Assassin's training.
Combat skills borderline the rank of master. He's only 18, for pete's sake.
Weakness(es): Vulnerability
From(Movie, game, book, TV show, OC, etc): Fullmetal Alchemist
Species: Mutant/Human
Appearance(s):
Personality(if known): Brisk, silent. Prefers to be left alone on his missions. Due to growing up how he did, he is often afraid of people getting close to him. Makes his nerves get on edge faster than Usain Bolt in a dead sprint.
History(optional as always): (Don't question the FMA similarities. I know it's similar.)) Simply Put, Aion grew up in a guild of Assassins. This explains his indifferent, cold, quiet demeanor. His parents were both skilled in Transmutation, and died when he was young. Thus, everything about his inherited ability had been a secret to him, until he was able to access their library. Then, like most young children....
Aion wanted his parents back. He wanted his mother. After he had done the research, he tried...and it cost him many things, without even bringing his parents back. It cost him his calves and below, and his left arm.
The Assassins found him curled up, on the ground of his parent's tomb, where they would use ancient magic to create him new limbs. Though, when the transformation was finished...they were not really his own limbs. They were the limbs of a demon, a creature of the night..And he was stuck with them. The Transformation had also unlocked a gene in his body that was mutated, allowing it to spread..a gene that allowed him to rapidly adapt to anything thrown at him. After training it, it would take him five minutes to fully adapt against anything.
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Current Location: Basement of the Cabin
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