[OOC] The World That Never Was [High-Casual]

[RyuShura]

STILL ACCEPTING

A glimpse of the RP and the Of the World what it involves

Everyone and everything will die in the end. That is a fact that each person must accept.

There is a belief that though death, a soul is released from the mortal plane into a realm where spirits resides. The ones who've claimed to have seen this place call it "The Spiritual Divide."

While spirits are known to be mostly harmless, there is evil that exists in everything. Corrupted spirits look to scavenge and devour these souls, however are only able to consume the ones that have been tainted by a specific sin; as in demons of violence and war can only eat souls most corrupt with violence and war. This "feeding" is extremely painful as the very essence of the being is ripped ruthlessly apart, their fabric dissolved into these Demon's. These spirits need energy from a living soul to survive, and will go to no ends consuming it. Any gathered surplus will only make them increasingly stronger. With each corrupted soul consumed, a demon's life is extended and they grow ever stronger. With their ever expanding power, the Demons threaten to break into the Realm of the Mortals; enslaving the race to feed on forever.

While unable to directly enter the Mortal Realm, Demons emit a constant corrupting aura that can pass through the closely placed realms, influencing a human's mind and soul. And with each “sinful” act, a soul turns more and more tainted.
This is an explanation as to why Mortals “sin”, besides a tendency deprived from being innately imperfect. Some even say that very concentrated places of "sin" open miniscule cracks into the Mortal Realm, and few people even claim to see strange things out of the corner of their eyes.

This is the revenge of their master, Lucifer, their creator, their own “God” as we have ours. Endless torment to the blind humans is the main purpose of existence for each Demon.

That Day of Reckoning is called the Apocalypse, as humans have long forseen; the end of the world.


The present year is now 2021 A.D.

Humanity is advancing at the normal pace, and technology is reaching new lengths of thought. The global population is slowly rising every passing day, however, so is the amount of sinning. With the level of advancement, the convenience of technology is just another tantalizing offer. At a flip of a phone a man can order a batch of "graceful" ladies to spend the day with, or one can go to the nearby drug store to pick up the newest batch of underground installments. Spirits and the supernatural are subjects that people consider "wild fantasies" and "delusions."

There is nothing beyond what we see ourselves, the self-centered human nature.

While there is virtually no rate of crime in the high class world, they relish in their comfort of sins. In far contrast, the poorer nations struggle to survive under their already harsh and threatening conditions of the leftover world.

The only middle ground are the select few that have still a good heart in the world;

Such beings persist with the belief of the existence of "Good" and of other far fetched optimisms. Some claim Angels call from above, trying to safeguard the frail humans from harm. Though, such beings are exhausted in power, the amount in numbers too thinned to make a significant difference within the world.

There are no more angels, and there is no "God" to save us from what lies beyond.

Most people move along their lives, going through the grind of working for the things that bring them solace and building up the foundations of happiness; still unknowing of what will befall everything they love in death.
Some say the this ignorance is bliss, but those who have seen the excruciating pain of being consumed by Demons know otherwise.

The Gates of Suffering, the last creation the Mortal and Spiritual "God" left behind to protect his precious mortals before his death, is starting to shake for the first time in decades, signalling the rising strength of the powers locked deep down in Hell.

With humanities growing corruption, what is stopping the Demons from flooding unopposed into the Mortal Realm?

Simply, there is a force “Harvesting” these souls and setting them on their natural journey, rather than consuming them like a Demon would. Picked out, these Souls are granted with a heavy burden, but given a gift that many only dream of.

Asked to be reborn, these Souls join this organization with a new purpose and life.

"Do you wish to continue living...?"

They are the few that will remember the truth in death, kept secret from the still too naive Mortals for ages. These individuals will be the only thing stopping the armies of Lucifer from entering into the Mortal realm and destroying everything they have ever dared love.[/I]

Basic Information on the RP:

This RP is mainly focused on this particular organization trying to hunt down these demons that exist in the world, acting as the grim protectors of the humans race. Each member will have a purpose, one that gives them power to keep living and killing, whether in relish of the constant battle itself or an unrecognized wish when previously moralized. We will try to have a lot of different things happen in this RP, from action ranging all the way to romance, but the main goal is to make it all fun. This world is purposely attuned for many situations and possibilities, though don't do anything crazy without GM permission.

This organization is called the Redemption of Sin, and the ones working under it are known as the Wandering Souls and Lost Souls who fall under the four different types of branches they can currently specialize in.
To become one, you either have to die and be saved from another Wandering Soul, or have reached certain circumstances where you are picked out of the living to join the ranks. (Refer to the tabs below for more detailed information, also feel free to skip to the character skeleton unless you want to know more about the world.)

Kindled Souls

The Kindled Souls:

These individuals, only when successfully "awakening" their own soul, naturally have physical abilities many times more excelling than those capable of even the greatest of humans, in all aspects. Along with breaking from the limits of being human; they also lose the necessity to eat, drink, or sleep. Though that doesn't mean they can't consume, and Mortal objects that aren't magical entering their bodies get immediately disintegrated. As a result, most agents only do so to fit in or as an act of nostalgia to their Mortal lives.
An Awakened Soul's senses are much improved as well, starting out with senses that are more than triple the potency of the average human. Both these physical characteristics grow alongside with the Soul of an Kindled, making them stronger and more able to deal with the unearthly strength of the Demons, as their life and training progresses. These individuals, usually no longer usually age, but rather the older their souls are, the stronger they become in general.
Mostly immune to mortal poisons and diseases, only magical poisons and affliction from can hope to find any type of affect.

These Awakened Souls are able to "train" their Soul by straining it through use, and by doing this, gain a better understanding of the strange magic within them; unlocking new skills and abilities from their strengthened Soul Radiance.

*See tab about Magic for more details on how a soul uses magic*

A soul is naturally able to "feel" another soul through their Radiance. This is especially apparent with a demon's wild aura. Trained experienced souls can hide this radiance from ones around, requiring more effort to be detected. Hiding a Soul's Radiance is a difficult task, not because of the light Soul straining in restraining it, but rather, the deep understanding and concentration related in performing such a skill. As with all things though, a Soul that practices on something enough will turn even the most arduous skills into second thought.

If an overwhelmingly powerful Soul is left uncovered, anyone able could feel it, and the Radiance even acts sort of like a large beacon to all demons around. Souls that also don't effectively restrict the force of their Radiance can also leave behind trails of essence, which can be tracked down by others who are able to, such as the method for Demons, who's mostly crazed and violent minds have no knowing of how to use such refined skill.

Every piece of assimilated equipment or weapon is largely conjoined with the Soul, and will grow stronger and acquire more abilities as the Soul grows and doesn't have to follow the same abilities of the Soul. Along with that, the stronger the Radiance of the Soul, the more resilient that being is to another Soul's effects or abilities, and also become more able to withstand more damage to their Magical body.

Death To a Soul

Death:

One who's Soul is strained too much, eventually exhausts the Soul; too much exhaustion can lead to damage, that is recoverable, if it doesn't go beyond the point of stability. Their bodies will seem to "dust away" as small portions of their physical body can't be sustained anymore by their Soul, the term is used because small sandy or "dusty" particles of the body fall off. Especially large wounds may even causing their Soul to leak out their "Essence" from the wounds until healed up, the stronger the soul, the quicker the process in mending of wounds. (What leaks out, is all up to the Person in charge of the character, but please make up something that fits the character.) If and when the damage builds up and goes past the point where the Soul itself can no longer bear the stress, "Soul Fracture" is what takes place.
A "Soul Fracture" is basically the death of an Awakened Soul, as their very being is demolished under the pressure and stress on their Soul, with all of the magic used up shattering into nothingness. (More will be added as we go along.)

The Prominent Realms:
There are three major realms so far in the RP, but more can be implemented later if reasoned well;

The Realm of Mortals and it's joint mirror, the Spiritual Divide:

The Plane of Erro:

The Expanse of Demons:

*Information on how Souls traverse the world, and of how a Soul becomes able to*

How a Soul Enters Erro

A Soul's mortal vessel must either be removed, or be "magically" attuned enough to be able to enter a rift into the Realm of Erro; a large plane full of concentrated magic that is detrimental to Mortals. The magic existing in the fabric of this Realm is wild and powerful, immediately obliterating a Mortal, crushing the fragile soul held within upon entering.

Method 1: When a human dies, their soul is released back to the Spiritual Divide, a realm intertwined with that of the Mortal realm, waiting to be reborn. They wander there, still having full retention of their memories, waiting to be reborn back into a Mortal body. At this point, if a Demon hasn't already consumed the Soul immediately; a Soul Harvester finding the particular Soul interesting can choose to return it to Erro to be recruited.
However if the Soul in interest by a Harvester is too corrupted; they take the soul and purge it, turning the result into the being that is able to transverse the realms without taking too much damage. (Maybe there is a dying wish that must be fulfilled or something, and that's entirely up to the player.)

Method 2: On the other hand; if a being is "radiant" enough, or has a magical influence that is worthy of taking notice, a Soul Harvester may communicate with them and attempt to recruit them into the organization.
This however needs to be accomplished through a process that basically destroys the mortal body. You can think of it as simple "death", or shedding of a burdensome shell.

In both ways, a Soul Harvester opens a Rift into Erro, taking the Soul there, where, on contact; the Soul will be wrapped in the wild magic that takes the form of the current owner of the Soul, the process finished with a "Retaining Talisman" placed at any point of the body. Depending on the Soul, the being will need to keep contact with talisman their until their newly modeled body becomes stable.
Those are the two main ways a person is able to enter into Erro, the plane in between that of the Mortal and Demons, as this new body is able to transverse between both worlds, a requirement from the society.

The outcome of the first method is dubbed, "Wandering Souls" the second is called "Marked Souls."

*Below are instructions on how to enter the Mortal Realm and Closing of Rips*

How A Soul Renters the Mortal Realm

Entrances are mostly created from "Rips" in the fabric of realms, to any location desired in the Mortal Realm and back. Weaker spell become unusable when there is a demon or other corrupted soul residing nearby, a safeguard that is built within the structure of it.
However Rip methods that can open despite the presence of demons are extremely dangerous and taught to very few individuals; if the user is somehow killed before closing these rips, demons are able to use it as a gateway directly to their realm into the Morals known as an "Overrun." Unless one is well practiced in the art, to open up a Rip a Soul undergoes a large amount of Soul Straining, with the same occurring when closing one. A rip remains indefinitely opened unless closed by the user or another Awakened soul.

A mythical chant, or even a magical key can used to make one, as long as it fulfilled the requirements stated above. (I'm going to let users be creative in the ways they open and close these Rips, as there are tons of ways to do either, but keep in mind, if it doesn't fit all of the requirements from above, it won't allow work.)

Opening or closing a Rip in Erro causes much more strain than in the Mortal Realm, the wild magic in the air causing a lot of interference with the opening and closing process, leading to more exertion to make the Rip stable.

Magic and Technology:

Technology: Certain parts of the organization are advanced compared to the inhabitants of the mortal realm, able to use their souls to perform tasks normally would be impossible. All of this technology is powered either by a person's Soul, or objects that are imbued with a certain amount of that energy, much like a battery. Those objects are usually in the form of crystalline objects that shine in many different colors based on the soul that charged it. Feel free to use your imagination in creating technology, I'll tell you if it's too much.

"Magic": Is largely based on the user's soul, and is stronger based on how much strain a soul can take and recover. Each soul has a certain affinity to types of things, but through intense effort, one may be able to acquire a new skill or ability, even of another element. Souls can perform magic by releasing it's "Essence" resulting in ranging degrees of straining on the Soul, allowing the user to manipulate released essence into forms and arts of magic. Much like the technology developed in Erro, objects could be filled with the essence of certain souls and even special abilities, to be used by those unable to wield magic normally.

[hider=Demon Slaying Magic:]

Exorcism - Magic that utilizes "holy" objects, words, or phrases that are especially potent when used on a Demon. Not all types are lethal and can be used for tracking and detecting the tainted energy emitted by Demons. For most Agents, these spells are utilized specifically for setting up barriers so that Demons can't escape. Individuals who are adept in using them are known as Exorcists, beings that are specialized in "banishing" the Demonic Race. These types of spells do not have any effect while used on beings that are not corrupted by Demonic magic. All Tempered Souls and up, know the bare basics of Exorcism.

"Quell" - Spells that when uttered or triggered, tear the fabric of magic of corruption. Ranging from the nature of the spell, the effects can vary, from objects causing demonic wounds from being unable to be healed or breaking through tough demonic armor and magic.

"Seal" - Spells that weaken or have a negative affect upon corrupted beings, such as poisons or slowing of movement. A basic tool, the holy talismans are a type of crippling spell, able to slow down a Demon as long as physical contact to the parchment is made.

"Barrier" - Such spells mark a point and need to be connected with another to have any use. Upon creating an barrier-spell, Demons are unable to pass through the two (or more) connected points. The more elaborate the spell, meaning the strength and number of points, determines the amount of taxing will occur when sustained. Most Agents know how to place 3 down without tiring out too quickly.

"Banish" - Types of Spells that when used, return the Demon back to the Spiritual Divide, or even if powerful enough, drag them straight back to the Expanse of Hell.

"Detect" - Used as an aid to see through a Demonic spell that distorts or prevent sight. Most uses only create a limited field of view

"Rejuvenate" - Albeit extremely straining on the user, these these spells cure injuries and poisons inflicted by a demon. All souls are taught the most basic spell for this type of magic; called "Golden Flame" igniting a holy fire in their hand(s) that slowly burn away infections from a wound.

Basic Soul Knowledge:

A Soul can grow in power as it draws from a source (mainly through equipment or weapons) or when it is strained through use, recovering from the strain gradually stronger and quicker afterwards. Essentially, a Soul is like an expandable mana pool, or vessel, capable of releasing energy and performing all types of magic. Expending "essence" is easiest with attuned elements, and most difficult with opposing ones.

A Soul's energy is commonly called "Soul Essence" and each user may have differing types of this manifestation. A Soul's Radiance however, is the force and shape of it's presence and strength, along with the elemental attunement that the Soul is most aligned to. While abilities originate, unlock, and are kept in a Soul's Radiance, the essence released is essential in bringing that ability into forms of magic.

There are many questions as to where these things come from, but it is confirmed that when "God" had created the human race, these souls are the "life force" of a Mortal body. They are returned back to the Spirit Realm once "released" in death and reused in the process of Rebirth. A normal human can't be reborn or recreated with a Soul too large, so the resulting is an added characteristic of these "released" Souls wandering among the Spiritual Divide. In many ways, this released inner energy acts like a cell, splitting off into two or more parts when it reaches a certain point of age, rationalizing the increasing numbers of humans from the initial amount of created souls. This is because of the fact that Souls become stronger through age, linked with a Mortal's emotions, they absorb small traces of such energy during "life."

Basic Knowledge of Erro: The plane is composed of condensed wild magic, and thus, destroy beings that lack traces of magic, i.e. Mortals. The sheer size of the plane is incalculable, and many have tried to reach the end but never return still, centuries later. Time works differently in Erro than in the Mortal Realm because of the magic, progressing in an overall slower pace.
Being created out of nothing by the wild magic, the lands contain many strange and unique Biomes. (Feel free to make them up as well, though, this place is different than the Expanse of Demons, so none of that crazy shit.) Born from the unpredictable forces, many mythical creatures, mostly recreated from those that used to exist in the Realm of Mortals before roam the lands, ranging from fairies to frost-sabers. (Feel free to make some up to.)

*More Information on Magic*

Why Magic is so Rare

When the creator, "God" created his Gates of Suffering, he needed a place to carry the large holy monument. He knew if it was placed in the The Mortal Realm's uncentered magic, that was seeped by the creation of the Spiritual Divide, layered there would be able to bear the Gates, but wouldn't be enough save his beloved creations. The magic of the Gate is too great for mortal bodies to tolerate, but needed to be put before the Demon's realm in order to halt their advances on his poor Mortals. He resolved with only had one option, as the demon's expanse is right beside the Mortal's.
He determined to save them, opened a pocket, out of the magic within himself and of the Mortal Realm, draining the mortals of most of its magic to place into this pocket of pure concentrated wild magic and forcefully placing it in between The realm of the Mortals and the Expanse of the Demons. This plane was named "Erro", the vast realm that contains a large portion of the Mortal Realm's magic as well as the last of this "God's" magic. This is reason why some humans may have a insanely rare chance of being born mystical, and have the ability to use magic in the Mortal plane, without first being awakened or dying. These particular souls, when in their phase of rebirth catch some of this highly dissipated energy, somehow lucky enough to fall through a gathering of magic large enough to absorb into their soul this mostly lost power.

The Demons

These beings are damned souls commonly originating the Realm of Hell, and take many forms, from the devilishly charming or the hideous beast of untold scarring. They are usually categorized off of classifications of their Soul's strength, rising from G-Class to all the way to the A-Class demons, and of their alignment of Sin.
Most people know of the Seven Deadly Sins, but I'll list them for anyone who doesn't know:
Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Wrath, Sloth, Envy, and Pride.
Each type of Sin's demons do different things, but I'll elaborate as the plot unfolds.
Though demons and spirits aren't strictly from Hell and the ideas of Christianity, as there are other "Gods" out there that have either tried making their mark on the Mortal Realm, or created a Realm nearby of their own.
So feel free to add Shinto Demons or Other Eastern Demon types.

As beings who inherently feel negative emotions, and live off of their energy;
Demons are drawn to centers of emotional turmoil, one example is in a nervous breakdown over grief, as the soul is being corrupted by the sheer strength of their holder's own negative emotions. If it is great enough, this single event could open a gap directly into the Mortal Realm from the Spiritual Divide, allowing it to harvest such souls forcefully.

*The Branches and Their Cities, along with information regarding the place where you get missions, titles/ ranks specifics, and how to obtain Currency.*

The Current Branches:

The Four Branches of the Apocalypse(Redemption):

As you may feel free to have whatever power you want, as long as it isn't overpowered, because we will all start out weak, and escalate as we move through the RP, these are the 4 types of *general* mindsets, lead by their respectable leaders(Please note that this will change as the RP moves along);

Silence of Death:

"Patience is bitter, but it's fruit is sweet."
- Aristotle

These individuals are the shadows, they are the meaning of darkness. These are souls that truly understand loneliness and the lament of death, dwelling in it for countless of years in their lives. In their minds they know that the only way to defeat the Demons, is to simply kill them all. Souls that fall under this category are known as Death's Harvesters, often find themselves taking out demons without alarming any others, quickly moving onto the rest, quietly and mercilessly.
These beings are said to hold no emotions, but that isn't far from the truth. Each and every one of them hold their heart very close, but are taught to suppress them; agents of this kind must cloud their thoughts from negative ones, or they will needlessly attract demons to them. They serve as the eyes of the four branches and keep watch upon the movements of the demons along the realms. Harvesters for Death either end up dead or lost, often sent to dispatch of the most dangerous Demons upfront, or plunged deep within their lines.
A single death is but the service of life.

Fury of War: Either experiencing the loss of someone dear, or the sheer experience of something so tragic, the event causes an unquenchable fury within their minds and hearts towards the "sins"; this is the agent of War. They are commonly the first in the charge to fight, and the ones who's rage and pain causes them to fight to the very end with a demonic blood-lust in a battle of vengeance towards the Demon race. Their ire even goes as far as ignoring even the most fatal wounds just to end the last demon on the battlefield if not stopped. The combat and vicious onslaught against the demons in order to make themselves stronger is the most prominent thing they care about, and in the end, it's just to do it all over again; in a never ceasing cycle.
Though even with this bloody reputation, they aren't always in this rage and may have other motives besides simply the slaughter of demons, some even acting quite normal outside of the battlefield. They are extremely devout to the things they care about, almost to a point of obsession; each agent having at least one thing that distracts them from fighting and killing.

Hunger of Famine:

“To combat death you don't need much of a life, just one that isn't yet finished.”
― Herta Müller, The Hunger Angel

They are the agents who's pride lays in extreme attrition and endurance; no matter how difficult a situation may turn out to be, they will finish their job. There is no meaning in the word "can't" to these agents. They live to fight the demons, usually of a reason of their own, and are known to display the most amazing of self sacrifices to ensure that the demons are weakened. If they are ever caught alive, they refuse torture and will exert insurmountable obstinance, taught to never leak out information or secrets of the society no matter the cost. "Suffering is the key to strength" is a motto that many of these agents learn and embrace, putting others before themselves when it comes down to the end.
Members of this branch personally overlook the Gate of Suffering, and fix any damage that is done to it. Many agents work with the branch of Pestilence to create new forms of magic that will enforce the magic barriers. Others who fit this character often find themselves among the ranks with War, aiding in leading the charge or with agents of Death in suicide missions.

Blight of Pestilence:

"We do what we can because we must."

What's left, these Souls finish off, picking them off one by one, whether chasing down retreating demons or laying out plans to sabotage; whatever it takes to slow down the fiery march. These particular agents are given the special task of being the main branch that handles the recruitment of Wandering Souls, frequently out in the Mortal world choosing out new members or saving souls from the demons, and then seeing to the safety in their cycle. They are commonly seen acting as exorcists for Mortals, being proficient in the ability to speak magical chants or performing special, meticulous procedures that are able to break or subdue the very fabric of a demon, then either plucking the soul themselves or letting another member concluding the task. These exorcists develop special poisons or magics that will harm or weaken the types of demons, aiding the Death Harvesters perform new research after the discovery of a new breed.

*Take Note, I have allowed members to create their own viewing of the cities, but please follow these basic guidelines*
Each Branch has their own separate city, and Headquarters where Souls can pick up missions, and based on their Soul's Radiance, they can go about it on their own or are assigned a squad.
While Souls can pick up missions in their own city's "Bulletin Board", The Main Headquarters building; "Redemption of Sin" is where agents can pick up the most dangerous of these missions and tasks at the return of potentially higher rewards. This Main building's actual location is completely unknown save a few, and the only ways to enter it are certain portals in each of the city's Head department.
All of the cities are very technologically advanced, as magic has helped in that aspect, but carrying any unauthorized piece of technology out into the Mortal realm is a crime and will be dealt with as so. These cities reside in separate Biomes as well, leading each to have their own unique characteristics and culture within them.
The further out a being drifts from the cities, the less the reach of technology is, as the creatures out in Erro are quite magical and very dangerous, often being a pester to the cities themselves.

[hider=Titles and Ranks]There are Ranks or Stages in each section, and the higher the position and development of one's Soul, the more respect is needed from the lower ones. The most proven souls are able to requisition powerful tools or equipment from the Headquarters for their mission or task, while lower ones will have to acquire a permit in order to do so.
All branches follow these titles;

Unrealized Soul: New kindled souls that have neither a Soul Weapon or unlocked the abilities from their Radiance.

Realized Soul: Ones who recently had both weapon and their soul’s inner ability awakened, but yet to know how to properly utilize and control their ability. Ones of this rank often usually, lack the combat experience to effectively kill Demons, knowledge to track them down, and the common tricks when dealing with the 7 types. Commonly grouped together under a party to be taught how to work together from a qualified Instructor.

Awakening Soul: These are people who have exercised the ability to use their Soul's Radiance (mostly) properly and are trying to learn more about their latent powers. Having a basic understanding of the weaknesses of the types of demons, these Souls are still bundled with the same team and instructor, all undergoing training to deal with bigger threats. Such parties prominently go about finishing small tasks around their cities, and deal with only small ranking Demonic threats.

Tempered Soul:
Individuals who were able to survive their first few "true", usually highly dangerous, organized encounter against the Demons, and have Harvested the Corrupted Soul of a particularly powerful Demon on their own with ample proof. Displaying a clear distinction of power and skill, compared to the progress from their training as an Awakened Soul, along with knowledge of basic Exorcism, gain this title among the Organization. At this point, they are no longer issued mandatory "Lower Classing" teams, and can choose to perform a mission however they choose.

Enduring Soul: Proven undoubtedly battle after battle, mission after mission, that they can get the job done, and both come back alive as well. They are the very least rank requirement of being tasked as the instructors, mentors, or squad leaders for the lower ranks, acting as guidance for the newer Kindled Souls. They are usually given the tasks reserved for only those with proven experience, as this rank also stands as a minimum for important roles among the cities and RoS. At this rank, an agent can receive special training in the methods of removal of Soul/Cursed equipment or weapons, with the extraction of either being more difficult the longer of time they have been worked into one's Soul.

Detached Soul: A Soul who's reached a point of where they've breached the limits of boundary, leaving a strong sense of connection with their minds and Soul, as both seem to be working together, instead of one questioning the other on what must be done. A deep self-struggle must be surmounted within themselves, as someone who still clings onto their weaknesses will never hope to understand how to use their Soul.
A being's Soul truly reveals only to themselves, what they are and of their internal weaknesses, it is all up to their choice in changing that. These Souls are not limited to good or bad, but rather, these beings must understand their weaknesses and flaws, accepting that they must choose to learn how to deal or solve them to unlock their full potential.
Some Enduring Souls go through centuries, sometimes reaching a point where they're equal in strength with these Souls, still not working in their full potential, however, if one doesn't go through the "Detachment" they can not receive rank or status of Soul Reaper.

Seeker: Enduring Souls that have gained the Radiance of a Detached Soul, but are unable to let go and change; holding onto their difficult ways until the bitter end, are given this name. There is still hope for these beings, and their name suggests that someday maybe they'll be able to find the will in doing so. This doesn't mean they are weaker than the aforementioned Detached Souls, simply different in how they pursue their own paths.

Soul Reaper:
At least two of these measurements must qualify for the Soul at hand, only then are they bestowed with this rank, giving them immense responsibility for their also tremendous influence. Though immensely rare, a being who fits under all three of those criteria; should be taken with complete and extreme caution, as even with a lazy flick of their finger, these Souls are capable of effortlessly killing even High Enduring Souls.

These three requirements are as follows;

1) Astonishingly powerful Detached Souls, who've proven their paramount strength on more than one occasion.

2) Having done something noteworthy of legend in their service.

3) Really ancient souls that have endured the continuous strife of their task against Demons, proving their devotions.

These beings are trusted to stand among the leaders of the Branches and oversee development, partaking in the grand decision making alongside them. Some of these Soul Reapers are even capable of going head to head with the leaders themselves, though at very heavy cost. Seldom are they seen, even back at the RoS structure, as they are usually tasked with the most arduous and critical duties. Such an event is so rare, that whenever a Soul qualifies, there is a huge Holiday and celebration in their honor, this is called "A Day of Promise."

*Look under these Hiders for Information on the Operations Center and Currency of Erro*[/COLOR]

Currency

Currency:
In Erro, as a Agent Harvests "Corrupted Souls" out of Demon, (In whatever method you choose, feel free to be creative) they store it within an empty magical pocket within their Soul, with stronger ones able to much carry more, vise-verse. Bringing these back to the RoS, the Corrupted Souls serve as both proof of success and a show of skill during a mission, allowing the RoS to properly handle experience and wages. These Corrupted Souls are then tallied up, rated based on their strength, and then a "Value" is added to a Soul's Identity, which in turn could be used to buy things in Erro. This is especially true for agents that are independent from a branch, receiving no monetary aid and support for missions.

Operations Center

The Operations(Reporting) Center, located at the ground floor of the expansive RoS structure. Luckily, the "Bulletin Board" was located right in the same room, to make things efficient.
There are large double doors(24 ft in length, 7ft in width for each door.) indicating the entrance, that are lined with dull but intricate carvings. They are unlocked by focusing one's Soul Radiance on the Building, essentially feeding the double doors with Essence. This is to identify an agent before allowing the being entrance into the inner, more delicate parts of the structure. The doors usually remain open until the amount of magic fed wears off over some time.
The first step in, one would notice that the whole room was round like a circle, the walls rising high up to the white marble roof with another spherical opening at the top, aligning with the platform at the center of the room.
The room itself was split into two sides; at one side, there were many counters built into the walls, with a Guardian waiting there, for someone to report the details of the mission. Usually these reports can be short, with either "Success" or "Failure" being the most basic things to report, as a cleaning crew will deal with the messier details. At the other side is a long messaging board, with many fliers and posts, acting as a short mission summary, the outright pay, and the advised Rank of the mission. If someone picks a task out of their league, the Redemption of Sin will assign them one or more members from the pool of capable Agents, to help balance out the difficulty of the task. This though, will affect the pay, which will be divided in however the agreement between the individuals involved is decided on.
At the center of the room, the platform acts like a sort of magical life, powered by the intricate glowing symbol at the center.The second floor is where one would take such a posting and ask for permission or request special tools and items for their mission. It is also where the higher ranked missions, those types are vastly dangerous, requiring a party for most parts, but give great rewards for completion.

Character Skeleton:

More than one character is allowed, but only if you show that you're active and can handle RPing as more than one. Believe me, I know how much hard work it is to have multiple characters. [COLOR="#FFFF00"]*For any additional information, check the tabs above or ask me via pm or post, either is fine*[/COLOR]

Name: (Or Alias.)

Gender: (Male, female, or both, I don't judge.)

Race: (Whether you're a human or not, your soul is responsible for that, maybe a result of your Soul's ability.)

Age: (Appearance and Actual Please.)

Appearance: (Picture or description is fine with me.)

Soul Branch: (One of ones listed above, or independent.)

Soul/Cursed weapon: (Soul Weapons are forged from your soul, and you're innately able to use it efficiently, though not expertly yet. A Cursed one on the other side is a "possessed" weapon acquired from a Demon, or from another Wandering Soul, and is much harder to use and control, allowing the user to draw power from it on top of their own. The durability and strength of these weapons will progress as the Soul becomes stronger, quickly shattering once the soul is unable to maintain the existence of one anymore. These weapons can be summoned quickly, users have the option to increasing the speed of the summoning, but with larger strain on the soul.
Particularly strong souls can push an ability from either one of these weapons, or change the physical form, but as stated beforehand, cursed ones will have a more strenuous time.) ((Pictures/Description)) *Another thing to note, is weapon summoning can be different for each user, feel free to go wild.*

Cursed Equipment: (Most will not start out with this, unless this is their "weapon" as this is equipment gained from special Demons, usually a unique trait of the being it is assimilated from. Each piece will also grow stronger and durable as the owner's soul grows, like a weapon, and might gain new types of abilities as well. As with the weapon, these will shatter when the Soul is unable to bear bringing forth the existence of these items.) ((Pictures/Description))
*As aforementioned, these equipments can be summoned differently per user, just like the weapon summoning.*

((Both Equipment and Weapons are stored within one's soul, practically fused with the Soul itself. Typically, the removal process leaves the Soul nearly fractured afterwards.))

Soul Radiance: (Basic description of what you can do with your soul and it's power, also add a basic element you are first attuned with. This is a slight test of your writing ability! Note: Soul Radiance is different from Soul Essence. "Soul Essence" is the usage of the energy from a Soul, while "Soul Radiance" is the form of soul. Radiance indicates the strength and shape of a Soul, and the stronger the radiance the more presence a being has. The Radiance is also tied with the elemental attunement, acting as a core weakness and strength of a being.
In short, Radiance is basically where one unlocks and stores their abilities, acting like a container, while the essence (energy) released from the Soul is necessary in bringing those from into actual magic.)

Personality: (A basic character description, but feel free to impress me!)

History: (Why you are where you are, and if you died, How? This portion is also a large test of writing skill, so good luck!)

What is your favorite part about RPing:(Just helps for Gming.)

The Forsaken Souls:

Those who have awakened their soul and willingly, without any demonic corruption, deviated away from the society, knowingly hindering the organizations efforts and movements for another gain. Most of these Forsaken Souls choose to leave to indulge in their desires or sins, as over bearing these pleasures is forbidden as an agent of the Redemption of Sin This is a severe crime that could lead to the sentence of "Soul Extraction" and immediate dispatchment of specialized squads to hunt these beings down, lest they aid the ranks of the Demons. This is only one way of redeeming for a crime this severe, and though the Leader's word of the specific branch is the final law in their dominance, they must try and respect the ruling of the majority.

Corrupted Souls:
A Soul who isn't able to resist the taint of the demons, usually joining the forsaken ones as their thoughts are being clouded by a demon's, but this corruption can be mended and healed, if captured and caught. The process depends on the severity of corruption, some cases, taking centuries to revert back to their original beings. A specialized squad is sent out at the report of these Souls, but unlike forsaken Souls, their main goal is to apprehend for Soul Purging. Though still a being that has committed a crime of letting the Demonic forces change their minds, there is only one way one can repent, as with Forsaken Souls.[/hider]

Though this doesn't mean that I will not accept Antagonists or Forsaken Souls, so feel free to make one of your own! If you have a story or plot revolving around him/her, PM and we can start something fun. :3

This RP isn’t tied down to just demons though, and there can be inclusion of other magical creatures or spirits as well, as the world and its inhabitants were once all able to wield magic. But that’s another part of the story that’s a bit of a spoiler.

Rules:
1. My word is Law.
2. I will respect any complaints you have and hear reason as long as you respect and do the same for me.
3. Standard RPG rules apply.
4. Have fun!

GM: RyuShura

[DarkDissolver]

Interested will be making a character sheet sometime... this week xD

[RyuShura]

Name: Corwin Ross

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 24 - appearance (54 years in total)

Appearance: I would post a picture, but I couldn't find any that fits the image I had in my head.
Height: 6'3 Weight: 96 kg. (Approx. 211 lbs.)

From the first time you see him, he seems like a goofy careless individual, often smiling and hitting on girls, but never attempting to touch anyone. He has long wild shoulder length dirty blonde hair, and wears a thick gray winter coat on over his light brown work pants. He pulls his long front bangs back into his black beanie, or sweeps them to the side to get them out of his eyes. Underneath his average eyebrows, his irises shine with a dark green color, and his face is finely chiseled, having the countenance of the masculine handsome male. He seems to have the inability to grow facial hair, and is somewhat ashamed of that, as he views that as a distinguishing piece from male to female. His coat has white fur at the ends of the sleeves, hood, and bottom rim, often used purely as a cosmetic design, as normal Soul's bodies have a high tolerance to temperatures. Along with his red shoes, he has red gloves to match, hoping to fit in with the mortals that he walks around with. He always carries around with him an old fashioned brass watch with chain, as he's very terrible at telling time, and might ask people around him of the time periodically just so he has an idea. He's pretty tall, and appears to have a hobby of working out as his body is very toned and stout, but anyone that knows of him, would know that he's actually famous for his lazy antics around Erro.

Soul Branch: Fury of War, Mid Enduring Soul.

Soul/Cursed weapon: His main soul weapon are two chains with an arm hoop and knives at the end, the Kyoketsu-shogei:

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These weapons are hardened, and sharpened, with the use of being able to be manipulated by his soul, easily fading out and reappear in his reach at will. The knives can change shape into many different types of tool, like a hook, for example, as well as the chain, into a chord, as another example. If he spins them fast enough, he can leave a trail of his soul's radiance and would be able to create an extremely dense field of it in the area of the motion, though doing this will drain drain his energy quickly. He has other tricks and traps, but that's going to be introduced later ;D

Cursed Equipment: He has a pair of dark goggles assimilated by a B-Class Greed demon, allowing him to be able to see through objects or armor up to 2 layers, able to detect a weak spot or hidden object. These are also able to detect traces left behind by soul's and the pockets they opened when they teleport or transverse realms.

Soul Radiance: His soul's main element is wind. But that's not the skill that Corwin commonly exerts; his soul having the unique ability to redirect force and momentum from both physical objects and magic (Soul Essence), at a point of choosing, for up to 4 things at once. Though he's capable of doing more, 4 is his comfort zone, and anymore will strain him considerably. If coming against something especially large, he can focus more than one of the points onto the object, able to redirect even gigantic sizes. While at that though, he is still able to manipulate wind, by either creating dense projectiles or blades of wind, though the uses are vast, those are what he's most commonly practiced with, thus anything different would put a damper on his energy quicker.

Personality: Carefree, often clumsy, and awfully friendly, despite that, he can be serious though, often when things piss him off. Normally cool and lax with rules and such, thinking that it's much more fun just to let loose than to follow some procedures. A flirtatious man, that still has a bit of shame, but he mainly views his flirting as an easy means to compliment people. He talks often a lot, often a wisecracker and loves to speak his mind even when it isn't appropriate, sometimes getting himself in trouble with others. He loves nothing more than to smile and hang around his friends though, and often goes off with them on missions or scouting. Although an agent of War, he's often in charge of leading the newer souls out for their first test, and is an Instructor, someone who teaches courses on exorcism and hunting of demons. He takes his role of responsibility sincerely though, and often makes it a point to bring everyone back alive, if possible. He often finds people with great facial hair something to remark, and would often stare at them with a bit of awe.

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Name: Anelle Reid

Gender: Female (Though, that is debatable between people who've met her.)

Race: Human

Age: 21 Appearance, 74 Actual

Appearance

Appearance: Height: 6'1, Weight: 73 kg. (Approx. 162 lbs.)
She is unearthly beautiful, but perhaps many would call a wasted beauty, as she doesn't acknowledge that fact and naturally does things considered unattractive or unlady-like. Anelle likes to wear relaxing, casual clothes, such as the outfit that she frequently adorns in the Mortal Realm; a plain gray sweater, a pair skinny vintage blue jeans held up by a light tan belt, and her red sneakers that match her hair color. The waist-length deep crimson hair is usually messy and unkempt, not really caring to brush it down after showers, though it doesn't seem to bother her, as she carries out her day's tasks. Her face, however gorgeous, is seemingly always in a bored or grouchy state wherever she may be, and is effective in making strangers avoid making contact with her. Underneath the garments, her body is lithe and lean, though misleadingly very strong in spite of her slender figure.
(This picture is of a particularly festive day, as she was trying to be pretty for that occasion, so she doesn't usually wear that make-up.)

Soul Branch: Wrath of War, High Enduring Soul

Cursed Weapon: War's Carnage; A giant pole arm that stands normally 8 feet in length, and has the ability to effortlessly change forms to her will. Here are some examples;

Equipment

It was forged from a bone from the physical body of War, one of the Four Horsemen, and infused with a A-rank Demon of Wrath's Soul, resulting in the powerful cursed weapon, she has now. The weapon is able to shorten and extend it's length, also with the ability to be split into two shorter weapons when she wishes with a meager straining. This cursed weapon is made from pure cursed flames, the immense heat seeping into the weapon perpetually as it was forged in powerful magic. This magical weapon always sets off a seething mythical heat, that is also based on her willingness to strain her Soul to feed it, as so; this Cursed Weapon is able to slice through very powerful spells or powers with ease, even without exerting any of her own Radiance to boost.
There are many rumors of how she had acquired the tool, many say it's a gift, others say that she is War's love-interest, but none have been confirmed. The voices used to plague her mind, but in time, she's learned to get along with the foul creature, as it readily lends it's powers for her use and no longer fights her for control of their Soul. One of these lent abilities, is to ignite the polearm with the Demon's infernal flames, giving each swing a flaming stream, that she's able to leave lingering to trap and damage her opponents. Things damaged by this weapon and it's abilities, during this form, leave burning cursed flames that don't spread, but causes severe pain and dramatically slows the regeneration of the inflicted wound.

Cursed Equipment: Her Battle-Armor, Axelia;

Armor Picture

The missing Helmet (Please imagine that it's the same color as the armor.):

More Armor Pictures

Built from a very rare metal found in Erro called Titania; it was infused with her soul, as she's able to bring forth the armor in a fiery manner, from her body. It functions as a very durable piece of armor, which is almost completely fire-proof and doesn't conduct any electrical currents. It is incredibly lightweight, allowing her to move with just as much speed as she would normally, though bringing forth the armor constantly dampers her Soul, straining it heavily. The armor has abilities that not many have seen, let alone record, as she refuses to use them when it's not needed.

Soul Radiance: Element of Earth, Fire, and Metal, as at her radiance level; one is able to learn to attune to more than one element, though increasing it to two is amazingly hard, let alone three as she has. Has astonishingly "weighty" Soul Radiance, due to the sheer force of it, as even at her rank, her Radiance is along the lines of a low Detached Soul. When her Radiance is lightly exerted, the air becomes heated up, creating a dry, burning, and generally just painfully irritable atmosphere. When exerted to a higher amount, depending on the strength and distance of the opponents, will result in their bodies immediately or steadily bursting into very dangerous flames; this rule follows to the environment as well, potentially setting things within the field ablaze. This Radiance exertion is very unique, as even in light exertion; objects or magic (Soul Essence) that get anywhere into range of it will slow down in movement, and the closer they get to her, the more potent the slowing becomes. The intensity of the the trait and of her other abilities is also based on how much she is exerting of her Radiance, the slowing increasing or the heat and fire raising in temperature, while getting harder to extinguish as she further chooses to escalate the presence . The range of this "burning field" is able to increase or decrease as she wills as well, increasingly straining her Soul the more she extends it. When at her full potential though, this is incredibly tiresome to keep up, and she will burn out quickly if it reaches that point.
Anelle is able to manipulate the elements of Earth, Fire, and Metal with an expertness, easily creating large formations with her Earth, or amass large amounts of fire for an attack, though, her Metal being unique, as she is able to convert any of her elements into a very durable heat resistant metal or back at will. The conversion process is quick depending on how much she is willing to strain her essence, on top of it being already somewhat tiring. She is capable of even mixing two of the basic elements together, Fire and Earth, to make scolding magma; which is a little harder for her to operate, though doesn't lack the changeability or speed as her other weaker elements. She takes great caution though, as people near her that aren't somehow fire resistant will be easily burned, foe or ally, by her Soul Radiance. But she learned the ability to grant short temporary resistance to her Soul Radiance, only if they remain close by to her.

Personality

Personality: Not to make it sound weird, but she's a male at the heart of her personality; her "graceful" female exterior acting like a stark opposite to her personality. She loves to fight, and get into arguments, often getting into disputes of strength and ideals with others. She is quite protective of her friends, though overly casual with them, often accidentally hurting them because of her carelessness. She has a great scorning of males, and usually gets irritated by them, simply because she can't understand them and finds them "disgusting". Easily agitated and angered, she however, knows how to properly tell when it's time for quarreling or to restrict her powers and outrage. Strict and harsh, she's usually part of the punishment department in her branch, she takes rules seriously, and deals with anyone that doesn't severely. Generally impatient, she often gets angry when people don't answer her quick enough, or can't keep up to her pace. She's watchful and critical, always pointing out flaws or things she dislikes about other people, which causes her to have some rivals around Erro. Her outlying personality hides her cunning and planning, as her true intelligence is simply overshadowed by her vast pride. Though her harsh personality lightens up to other females, much to their pleasure, she views them in a lighter, gentle perspective. Her high pride isn't anywhere near blind, as she will give respect to those she feels is stronger, and to those that show her respect as well.

History: Leaving it blank, as it's classified, sorry! ;3

[Impaala94]

Character Name = Jessie Paala
Gender =Male
Race = Human
Age = 19, 26

Appearance

Height - 5'8 in.
Weight - 135 lbs.
Clothes - Dark Purple and red flannel with some brown and tan stripes. Striped grey and white hoodie under the flannel. Pistol hostler hidden under flannel, but over the hoodie. Darkish blue denim jeans. Grey Converse low-tops. Sometimes wear light blue knit beanie or black headband.

He retains the appearance of when he died(clothes and looks), but without the fatal wounds inflicted upon him on death. Slight slouched posture. High cheekbones with a tint of freckles across them. One beauty mark under left eye and two on the right side under his lips. Lips are usually slightly frowning. Originally had dark brown eyes, but as a spirit his eyes now shine bright light blue. His eyes have a darkish look upon them as if he's always in grief. Stress marks on his forehead and stressed eyebrows show sometimes. Hair is unkempt and semi-long, usually seen in a pushed back hairstyle to keep hair out of his eyes. Stubble on his chin.

Soul Branch = Starts out independent, but when story progresses he will join the Silence of Death or the Fury of War branches
Soul Weapon = P90 shaped submachine-gun. Bullets are of holy water, arcane etchings and a bit of his own concentrated soul aura contained within a 5.7 mm bullet casing. When shot at demons the bullets are of holy quality meant to seal the demon weakening it until it must go back into the Divide or Hell.

Cursed weapon

a custom Colt M19000 pistol with ornate designs upon it. The pistol is called Ataloch after the demon residing in it. Bullets are of part of the demon contained within the pistol. Ammo is limited and unknown. The noise generated by the pistol is actually the demon being heard as he screams out in pain as he's slowly being eaten away piece by piece. The pistol is a stronger version of banishment where the demon is incapacitated for and extended period of time. This is balanced by the unknown amount of ammo(discretion of GM) and unknowingly it taints Jessie's soul little by little when he uses it. He does notice that his behavior changes when he uses the gun, but doesn't think it has any long-terms effects. He uses the gun rarely.

Cursed Equipment = N/A other than the pistol
Soul Radiance = Jessie's soul has no magical abilities that he's discovered yet. He can concentrate soul energies into object(How he makes his bullets.) His soul is the color of light blue or sky blue. His soul is unbalanced and unstable. The state of his soul shows through his facial expressions. More naturally attuned to wood elements.
Personality = Stoic and devoid of happiness yet admirer of the small,beautiful, unseen things. Jessie believes there is no light at the end of the tunnel, but actively looks for sources to prove him wrong. Sometimes, Jessie's happy and foolish nature leaks through his now cold demeanor.

History

In moon-lit room, Jessie sits on a outdated medical bed, his back against the wall. Looking up, he watches the ceiling fan slowly spin in counter-clockwise circles. He gives off a deep and heavy sigh. The warm air exhaled from his lungs linger and dance around his mouth until it vanishes into the cold night air. The open window next to Jessie reveals a bright crescent moon which drew all focus away from the billions upon billions of stars in the pitch black sky. His mind. shattered like glass upon the floor, hastily tries to process the sudden influx of information. Jessie loses himself in his thoughts.

Born in 1994, Jessie was the only child of Jack, his father, and Ester, his mother. Unfortunately at the age of 5, young Jessie was stripped of his mother in a horrible accident. Occupied by two dead end jobs, Jack spent little time with his son. Jessie was cared by Jack's immediate family as Jack toiled his life away. Jack's family was a broken one. None were emotionally supportive and many were detached from one another. They preferred to keep to themselves and Little Jessie followed suit. As Jessie grew he never formed a concept of family, but was surrounded by it from other students and his own actual family members who created their own little families. Many follies and betrayals from his family members and close friends sparked a hatred fueled by his growing anger and depression. Suicide plagued Jessie's mind as if the shadow of death itself loomed upon him. Though not all was horrible growing up. Discovered at a young age, Jessie unknowingly found a sliver of light. That light was his long time childhood friend, ........ She had gorgeous ....... hair. Her eyes bore the beautiful shade of ........ and she was always a smile upon her face. His life wouldn't seem so bad with her around. Jessie strove to reach happiness just like his closest friend. Unbeknownst to him though, her life was much more terrible than his. She faced physical, emotional, and sexual abuse yet still would smile concealing the pain within. As the two became older, their playing become to light flirting. Their families caught wind of their maturing relationship and put a quick end to it, though it was not enough to stop the two lovers. They kept in touch in secret and finally, Jessie found the family that he looked for and it was her. As soon as the benchmark of adulthood came, the young couple swiftly departed from their old lives, away from the depression and hate. Settling down after a year of adventuring the world, they found a quaint village where they lived blissful normal lives. Their house small and modest has two pets, Moon the dog and Star the cat. Jessie opened a restaurant with ........ and they enjoyed the fruits of their labor.

Though fate would have no happy ending for the young couple. It was a dark and misty night, Jessie was walking to his car in the restaurant parking lot. The late night shift was taking a toll on Jessie. He rubbed his back as he searched his pockets for the keys to his car. He felt the eerie feeling of being watched and quickly turned his head to look behind him. Nothing he thought to himself as he continued to look for the keys. His feeling proved to be true as he heard a cough directly behind him. Jessie quickly spun around to meet this unknown danger, but was surprised to see a hooded figure in dark purple robes uncomfortable close to him, so close in fact that he was but a few inches away from Jessie's chest.

"What the....." Jessie muffled as a rag was forcefully put over his face.

The smell of the rang was intoxicating. He felt the strength in his limbs quickly flee from him. He soon lost consciousness. Dazed and confused, Jessie awoke with a splitting headache and the need to cough. Jessie was tied down to a makeshift altar surrounded by hooded figures in similar purple robes chanting in a unknown yet profane language. "Who are you people?! Why are you doing this?! He yelled at the figures, but they ignored his pleas. He realized that he was stuck in some psychotic ritual to be sacrificed to some demented god that the cultists believed.

He muttered "I love you, .........".

The chanting stopped and swiftly dozens of knives plunged into his body. Jessie died almost instantly, but not before catching a a few seconds of the blades pierce his lower body and chest, excruciating pain engulfed his entire body, until the knife aimed for his head finally ceased all the pain. The blooded drenched knives pulled back from Jessie's corpse as a light blue sap-like substance filled the empty spheres at the hilt of the knives. The hooded cultists began chanting. They all gather in front of an object with a ominous aura about it. One by one, they poured the substance into the dark and ancient vase with unknown runic markings upon it. There the substance, Jessie's own soul, was trapped for indefinite amount of time. The vase somehow defied the laws of time and space. Jessie's soul lingered alone in the darkness. It felt as if lifetimes have passed in Jessie's prison. There in the vase, Jessie's soul first began to mix with the taint of corruption.

Darkness was all he could see, until shards of color would bleed through. His vision restored, Jessie saw that he was in the sacrificial room he died in. A woman stood in front of him. Her black hair flowed down to her hips. She wore a white business dress that cut at her knees. Her cleavage seemed to bulge as it was exposed in the tight fitting dress. Her red lipstick made her face pop. Around her the hooded cultists lay dead on the floor, her fingers dripped with red rubies.

"I've saved you, boy.." The woman said
"Thank you, but I need to get home." He replied
"Home? You think you have a home? Here let me show you, you naive boy."

The next moments, were like a dream , Jessie saw time as it flew by his eyes like a film. Life didn't treat ........... well. Afraid and confused about her sudden abandonment, she craved stability. After a while of fumbling and struggling, she met a man that only changed her life for the worst. Feigning innocence and compassion, she welcomed the man into her life, but to her downfall the man would use and abuse her like in her past. Introduced to drugs and orgies, she and the man would lose themselves every night to heightened orgasmic bliss. Jessie was horrified. The woman gave of a slight sinister smile as she looked upon Jessie's expressions. Soon, Jessie saw how she would die. Her body convulsing, she died of a suicide attempt. She hid in the bathroom away from the party raging on the other side of the door and took all the drugs she could find. A painful high coursed through her as she lost control of her body. Everyone there were too intoxicated to even notice that someone just died next to them. Well almost everyone. The lean man wore tight leather pants and a furry jacket with sleeves cut at the mid-forearm. His bright neon green hair matched the brightness of his fanged fanged teeth shown through his devious smile. The man walked into the restroom, her body lifeless on the floor. The man morphed into something hideous. The neon green monster stood on fours. The beast's gnarling mouth, dripped with hunger as a purple orb appeared in the room. The orb flew up, but the beast grabbed the ball and pulled out a leg as a whole body materialized out of the orb. ...... sat on the floor, disoriented from what just happened. Her unstable soul made her form only a bright shade of purple. She looked up and saw the demon in front of her. She screamed and pleaded for help as loud as she could, but no one would come to steal the beast's meal from it. Jessie looked away, but the woman held his face in place to watch as his beloved was torn to pieces and eaten by the monster. His stomach full, the demon transformed back into human-form and vanished in a mist of red and black smoke.The vision faded, Jessie was speechless

"See? You have no home anymore."
Jessie's head hung low.
"You know I can help you, right?"
"Help me how?!..I have nothing now"
The sudden burst of anger and hopelessness made it hard for the woman to conceal her smile.
"I can help you take back what you lost, boy. You can have.." She drew closer to the boy and cupped his chin upward. Their eyes met, "...revenge"

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"Then learn," she said as she pulled him by his arm out of the room. Jessie then was tutored and trained, by the woman. The training was fierce and unforgiving.The woman taught everything Jessie needed to know about the afterlife that he now resides. To test Jessie's strength the woman would send him out to kill the monsters that were like the one who took ......... Using the P90 and the custom made bullets that the demon taught Jessie to use and make, Jessie finally was sent to do what he was trained for, his revenge.
The apartment block was dark, the night sky obscured many things, which also included Jessie. Stepping out of the darkness into the light Jessie confronts the monster in one of the apartment rooms. The monster then reveals that he was in-fact a demon that went by the name, Ataloch. He shed the veil cast upon Jessie since the day he was taken out of the vase. He told Jessie about who the woman really was. Jessie, still too naive, ignored what Ataloch accused of the woman who saved him from his prison, but the seeds of doubt were already planted. The battle was fierce for Jessie past battles pale in comparison to his new foe's prowess. Eventually, without suffering fatal wounds, Jessie managed to weaken the demon to the point that he could barely stand on one knee. A black and red mist appeared behind Ataloch. The woman held Ataloch, by the chin lifting it up. With a swift motion, Ataloch's throat was cut and he shifted and turned into a red and black mist that seemed to be sucked into a vial hidden in the woman's hand. "Its true you know, what he said." She flashed what she truly looked for a brief moment, horns grew and scales formed on her legs and arms. Cracks pulsed with red light as it slithered all over her body. "Until we meet again darling" She vanished in a cloud of red and black. Jessie's world came crumbling down again. He was so naive to think he had a good ending waiting for him at the end of the tunnel. Shocked, Jessie just stood there with his head hanging low. Hours maybe passed, and a vigor refilled Jessie's body and soul again. Anger was what he felt since the day he was born. Contained and locked away, Jessie's anger reached a boiling point. He was sick of it all. Revenge was all he sought after now and that's exactly what he was going to get. Off in the distance the woman can be seen smiling.
Jessie spent years, honing his skills, using the same training that the woman taught him. It was all he ever knew. Then one day during his daily training routine a red and black M1911 pistol was thrown in front of him on the floor, his gaze quickly snapped to the gun then upward to see who threw it. Out from around the corner came the woman. She appeared human and wore a black dress. "Why are you doing this?" the words rang back like deja vu to Jessie. "I like my already juicy souls to get fat and more tasty. So I nurture them to make themselves into strong, concentrated cartons of life energy ripe for the picking." Evident by her words, Jessie figured he wasn't the first of poor souls to be tricked by this demon. "Then once the cat is out of the bag and the fruit is ready to be picked from the tree that I planted so long ago, I give them a fighting chance." She points at the gun. "They weaken my rival for me me to trap and use them without a single blemish on me and I get some sport for my hard work." She smiles. " Jessie's training snapped him into action. He rolled toward the gun on the floor ,but the woman quickly transformed and broke the floor upon which they stood. The fighting was intense, back and forth attacks between the two opponents. The surrounding area was getting destroyed, but maybe by some miracle, Jessie managed to grab hold of the demon possessed gun and he quickly shot several rounds at the woman as she lunged at him. He closed his eyes as he continually shot the rounds over and over again. All that was heard was the slight chirping noise of the silenced pistol and Jessie's heavy breathing. Exhausted, Jessie fainted. Small periods of consciousness showed Jessie that he was being moved. Sounds blared in his ears. "We're moving the subject into the medical ward stat for emergency care," the voice said.
Jessie sat there staring at the moon and the stars. Sadness flooded him like a wave of crashing upon a lonely beach.

Epilouge

OOOOOOOOOK Man that was long as shit lol. So I know I originally wanted to start with a character that actually had nothing since I couldn't think of a character or a backstory, but in a few days time. BOOM! and this shitstorm was born. This is my first RP on this site and I'm really new to RPing in general so I'm sorry if my char seems a little over-powered. I've thought of limitations for Jessie though. The training by the woman didn't make Jessie all powerful, in fact he has much to learn that the agency can teach him. His techniques are very crude, but imitate techniques that the agency would've possibly used. The cultists at Jessie's death were in fact doing a ritual to summon the woman and they would offer Jessie's spiritual,magically strong soul. The woman killed them all and like her usual prey she nurtures them to be fat and juicy by developing their souls. Limited in certain ways and knowledge the souls she cultivated and then dueled would ultimately lose to her, but for some reason I somehow survived. The fate of the woman is unknown, but I'd like to think that the gun banished her for a period of time, but Jessie doesn't know that. He thinks that she's dead and that he's gotten his revenge. Ok I'm tired and if there are any question please do ask since I'd like to flesh out this character more. What is your favorite part about RPing?

[RyuShura]

... He's shown up... it's time to flee to the floodgates.

*picks up a rope and tosses it out his window*

I regret NOTHING!

Btw you're rejected. :D

[ArchangelUriel]

Definitely interested. One of the most well developed concepts that I've seen in a while.

[RyuShura]

Thank you, I hope you have an enjoyable time. :D

[ArchangelUriel]

That's the plan. I hope you get the players you need too start there s up.

[DarkDissolver]

Checking back in saying I'm still interested in case your doubting and I agree.... This look very promising. Also bumpidy bump bump.

[RyuShura]

Lol, thanks for the support! :D

When we have a group of 5, we can start it off. Feel free to ask if you are unsure on anything.

[Impaala94]

There Kelvin I posted my character submission. I hope you are able to point out mistakes and if he's over-powered or not.

[RyuShura]

Gladly Accepted. :D

A good backstory is always a pleasure to read, even with a few typos. ( I make a ton too.)

Powers are well in limits, as are the abilities. Hope to RP with you soon!

[ArchangelUriel]

Working away at my CS, just to let you know. This may be the RP I'm most excited about in this plethora of new RPs.

[ArchangelUriel]

WORK IN PROGRESS!:
Name: Reynar Smithson

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 25; both

Appearance: Long jet hair falls in waves just passed Reynar's shoulders, framing the lithe sharp features of his face. Keen silver eyes shine from the shadows of his pale visage cast by heavy black brows. A light grin usually curves his lips ever so slightly, it's intent unknowable. Tattoos run along the underside of his jaw and around his neck stretching underneath his clothes. Strong muscles cling to his tall lithe frame (6'0", 170lbs), carrying the posture of a king, never daunted. A black leather jacket holds his frame tight with a white t-shit that stretches over the endless tattoos that move across his body. His tattooed hands usually rest in the pockets of his black, fitting jeans.

Soul Branch: Hunger of Famine

Soul/Cursed weapon: White armor plating that spans the length of his right arm. Used primarily to guard, but also aids in strong hand to hand blows. It also helps to channel soul essence more effectively.

Cursed Equipment: NA

Soul Radiance: The radiance of Reynar's soul is powerful and adaptive, much like he is. It's attuned more to element of the skis as it rests calm, free, yet always holds the capabilities of a destructive tempest if the right conditions are seen. He is able to use the nature of the element to speed his movement, and even leap some great distances. This could also be used to create greater impact force when he uses hand to hand. The possibilities of the adaptive nature of wind and the creative nature of his mind seem to unfold endlessly. An affinity for barriers also sprouts from his need to protect. Again, he likes to rely on creative ways to implement them.

Personality: Reynar's strength of will surmounted any other quality, not letting anything stop him from reaching his goals, and his goals never fell short of perfection. In life he explored many creative outlets, music, art, etc., and everyday was a struggle to improve, to reach whatever it was he was looking for. To that end, he couldn't quite find what that was, but he never stopped. However, as a person he was far less harsh, opting for compassion and kindness, if not in his own unique way. However, pushing people to do better, be better, always seemed to be a priority, even when unwelcomed. Other than that, Reynar was described as accepting, caring, always ready for a new experience, a new day, a new chance to be better, and always ready to share it with who ever happened to be close. Essentially, the opposite of what other's assumed at first glance of his dark exterior. Another dominating quality was his need to keep moving, figuring if he wasn't moving, he wasn't going forward. Despite this, he always found people to care about and who cared for him, and he hoped to leave them better than when he found them. However arrogant, he figure his intentions to be good. He found a way to become attached to these people, and often he found himself in the role of a mentor or protector for those in need. This is one of the things that seemed most fulfilling to him. Then like the winds of change, he'd be gone. Still, at the end of the day, he felt empty, and even until death he couldn't fill that hole.

History: The resounding plunk plunk of water smacking a pot placed bellow echoed in the dull empty room, accompanied only by the zipping sound of a brush running over the deep ridges of a thick paint canvas. It's wielder's expression grew stern as he paused to observe. A chill in the air made the hair on his bare skin raise as he sat cross-legged on a worn wood tile. He had no reaction, the painting being his sole concern. Nothing else existed. A switch had gone off in his mind, one that caused ever fiber of his being to be draw to the canvas, and every detail became his world, every stroke like a breath that lead to another and another. A grin crossed his face and he quickly began to swipe across the painting again, each stoke he grew with excitement. Maybe this time, he'd get it. Frantic movements forced him back to his feet allowing him to reach the far corners of the large canvas. The air became electric and the dull room seemed to buzz with the bright colors of his mind. Suddenly, he stopped. He sighed. The muscles of his jaw tensed, and in one quick movement he tore through the canvas with a growl. The man turned and took a few measured steps as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. The energy died, and the room again became reminiscent of a prison cell. "Not good enough," he whispered. He gripped the copper locket sitting against his bare chest, remembering the moment he first wrapped his finger's around it. He'd opened it to behold it contents, and whispered, "perfect."

She gave it to Reynar what seemed like an eternity ago. A youthfulness still filled him, and eternity sat at his fingertips. Though, that hardly matter when she was there. He sat in amazement as she would work across her art with precision, never doubting what it would be, if she'd done something wrong, if it would be exactly what she envisioned for it. When she finished, the girl turned into the twilight sun flooding her small studio, and perfection never seemed more attainable. Reynar smiled as he stood and looked it over with awe. "Like it?" her voice carried with a softly but ever so sweetly.

Reynar chuckled lightly, "Yeah, but I think I hate you now," he joked. She laughed with him, and moved closer as he turned. Only a breath separated the two. With a nervous smile, he brushed back a lock of her golden hair. His awe faded as an odd sensation washed over him, consuming him and leaving only contentment, joy.

"What's the matter, Rey?" she asked, with a sincerity that he'd never heard again.

A warm grin spread across his face, "Nothing, Sky, nothing at all," and it seemed that things could stay that way forever.

Her head leaned ever so slightly in curiosity, but it passed as something caught her attention, "I got you something," she reached into her pocket, pulling the locket and raising it into the sun's brilliant rays for it to glisten as it swung in and out of the light.

Reynar raised an eyebrow, "Jewelry?" he chuckled.

"Open it," she said with playful exasperation, and pushed it against his chest for him to catch. With a clicked, it snapped open, and for the briefest of moments, he found what he was looking for. Sky fidgeted briefly, "You know, it's...it's," a softly laughter escaping him interrupted her.

"It's perfect," and she let the brightest smile escape her lips, the one he'd not forget in a lifetime, or more.

Plunk, plunk, the drops quickly filled it's makeshift container and began to overflow. A crack of thunder, and a flash briefly illuminated the room. The man peered at the trickling water, huddled in his dark corner, trying to keep his mind off the empty room. A needle and his removed belt rested at his side. He stood quickly and began pacing the room, trying to find new inspiration. As another crack boomed through the window, Reynar jumped, causing him to stubble back and fall over the overflowing pot. Now, he sat in the overturned water as rain leaking through the roof still tapped on the floor. He didn't bother to move, just sat forward and place his head in his hands. Finally after a time of not moving, he sprang up, put on a shirt and jacket to endure the full brunt of the pouring rain. As he moved down the impoverished neighbor hood, something caused him to stop. He finally realized, it was the anniversary.

On a day much like that one, Reynar sat in a white room. A faint beeping filled his mind. He ran his hands roughly through his hair as his leg bounced up and down franticly. Looking up, eyes red and drooping, a clock told him it had been almost a day. The day was far from over. His white knuckles had been wrapped around the locket for the past few hours. His heart hadn't slowed once that day, and it felt ready to burst. His eyes darted toward a man approaching him, wide, desperate. The man in a white coat came to a stand in front of him, and Reynar darted up. "Mr. Smithson," he said with a dull expression, "We've done all we could..." the rest was drown out as Reynar felt something deep inside crack.

"NO!" he yelled at the man, and turned away quickly gripping his head. "No," he said softer as his face warped with the crashing waves of grief and tempest of anger that fought to take him. He gripped the corner of the wall in front of him, leaning on if for support. The further reality seemed to slip away, the harder he gripped. Skylar was all he had, and now, "She's gone." The words escaped him. Lights filled his vision and everything slipped away.

He'd awaken several days later, and the only thing he could think was if he'd not fainted that day in a hospital, he'd be dead by then. He couldn't decided if that would be a bad thing. However, he knew Sky would not have wanted that for him, so kept going.

The rain washed over him as he looked up toward the sky. A scream brought him back to reality. Walking a couple paces forward, he peered into a near by alley where it seemed a woman was trying to fight off assailants. Reynar slipped around the corner, "Hey!" He called out. Five large men, surrounded her.

"What the fuck do you want?" he pulled a knife, "You got a deathwish." Reynar couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of his statement. It didn't stop him, though, as he barreled into the two nearest the woman. He called out for her to run, and the woman quickly obliged. A couple chased, but she seemed to be faster. He tried to escape himself, but the biggest one grabbed him by his collar. "Where you think you're goin'," he growled. The much smaller Reynar struggled, and managed a few well placed strikes, but with a white hot pain, he looked down to find the knife in his stomach. The man jerked the blade upward, and with a smile, everything faded.

MORE ON THE WAY!

What is your favorite part about RPing: Writing in general, but if I were to say my favorite part of writing, it would be developing characters. Not just seeing how they grow individually, but to see how characters grow together, how they connect and interact. It's really quite fascinating to me.

[RyuShura]

Alright, it's looking good so far, but I'll have to wait upon the history before I set a rank for him.

I hope the RP doesn't disappoint! Feel free to leave me a P.M. if you have any plot ideas or anything you'd wish to be doing.

As an ever-changing world, we have a lot of room to roam and dabble within different genres.

[ArchangelUriel]

Will get that up ASAP. Whenever I manage to get the time, I'll crank it out.

[RyuShura]

I'll set up the first introduction post, hope those of you can get in soon enough.

[Stardra]

Will be making a CS soon, be ready punk

[RyuShura]

STFU.

[ArchangelUriel]

Added a smidge to his history. I'm finishing it tomorrow when I wake, without a doubt. Then, FIRST IC POST!