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Blue Demon || Female || Older || Ace

I go by Blue, Demon or BD. Or even Hey You if it's clear enough that you're talking to me. XD I prefer Blue or Blue Demon. And no, I didn't choose "Blue" because I'm sad. It's my favorite color. (And now you know.)

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Also, I just discovered DMC and now I'm Dante trash.

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It's confirmed. Mat's the best. Haha.

Well, at this point I'll leave this here for a few more days. If it doesn't garnish anymore interest than you two... I guess I'll cross the hurdle when I get there. (I'm a big fan of "Why do now when you can do later?")
Name: Nahuatl
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance:


Physical Description: Nahuatl is of average height for his people. He stands at five foot seven. He has chocolate colored skin and odd blue eyes, which was part of why he was chosen. Due to his priestly lifestyle he semi-fit, though there is always a chance he can go down the fat priest route.

Personality: Nahuatl cares little for other people. He wouldn't give the time of day if his mother needed him to save her. Nahuatl would be nicely described as self-centered. For Nahuatl the world revolves around him. Everyone else is lesser in his eyes. Even though he doesn't consciously realize his fact. In addition to being self-centered he's also a arrogant S.O.B. He tends to do things very well, even the first time, which doesn't harm his ego. He also considers himself Solaris' gift to women.

History: Nahuatl was chosen to become a Priest by his local Priest because of his appearance and also who his parents were. Nahuatl excelled in his teachings and quickly rose of the ranks and attached himself to a High Priest as his apprentice. Everything was looking good for Nahuatl until his twenty-fourth year. That was the year he was caught sleeping with the High Priest's mistress and had to flee the city lest he be killed. After that he harbored a grudge as big as the world against the High Priest.

Skills: Nahuatl knows magic and is quite good at it. He is quite skilled at killing sacrifices also.

Some notes: he's completely fine with human sacrifice. And murder doesn't bother him either. He really wants revenge and not for pure reasons. He full intends to sacrifice his former master and mistress. (Maybe all of them just out of spite)
"Ungrateful Traitor!"

Nahuatl jerked awake, gasping from his pathetic bed roll. Over the course of the night dew had seeped in causing him to shiver in the cold. He pulled the damp blanket closer but it wasn't of much use. The former Priest hissed a small word which fell like a load stone and became fire when it hit the ground. He didn't know much about survival since he had been pampered since birth. And he didn't make friends well, since he tended to think them morons. So he was here all alone with only what he could steal or take.

Any other man might have given up but Nahuatl wouldn't. Or couldn't. Rage burned in him too deep for him to give up. He wanted revenge on the man who did this to him. The man who had cast him out of the city. The High Priest. This was all his fault. He man was jealous, greedy and afraid. He saw Nahuatl as a rival and sought to destroy him before Nahuatl became High Priest in his stead. A better High Priest then his master had ever been.

Nahuatl chaffed his hands over the flame to warm them. His curious blue eyes that once marked him peered into the darkness. There was still an hour or so before the sun rose. He could feel it in his bones. One of the side effects of being the Priest to the Sun God Solaris. Once warm enough the young man gathered his few belongings and started off again looking this time for better shelter.
Okay, so I'm re-opening this. I really, really, really want to do a horror/mystery with a paranormal spin. More like, "it lurks just outside of your range of vision" type horror. So more suspenseful/psychological, less gore and mangling of limbs. I'd love you forever if you'd do this with me. :)
Mainly he just rubs me the wrong way to be honest. That, and I think he's an idiot. I just get bored when reading about how wonderful Rand is and blah blah blah.
I'm excited to see more posts. :)
Probably Mat. My least is certainly Rand & Faile. I mainly have a list of characters that bug me. :)
<Snipped quote by Blue Demon> Go ahead and make it Lois, that's fine. I just saw that you posted. That was fast lol. As long as no one kills or starts a relationship with Lois or Jimmy feel free to use them.
Sweet. Making it Lois now. (And want to know a secret? It was fast because I cannibalized some of my arc #2 to make it. Haha.)
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL OFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME. *ahem* you have my intrest good sir. Have read all books
I do believe the proper term is gentle lady. Just so you know. :) And it's good to have so much interest so quickly.

"Achoo!" Diana sneezed into the crook of her elbow, trying to muffle the sound. A few people turned to see what the loud noise was, but most ignored her. These last few months had been interesting to say the least. After her eventful first few days here she had finally started to get used to Man's World. She even called back that nice man, Steve Trevor, and had used him to help her get better assimilated. Of course it didn't hurt that he was nice to look at. He still didn't know that she was Wonder Woman, despite seeing her when she first arrived. Not that crime had slowed down after that. She had been kept busy helping people in this fair city of Baltimore. She had also been keeping track of the influence of her Gods in this part of the World.

Diana opened the newspaper and reread the headlines.

SUPERHUMANS RUNNING WILD

Diana sighed, took a sip of her coffee and continued reading.

Menace or Misguided? Vigilantes flock to the streets this year in an unprecedented display of juvenile logic, wanton destruction and pure frivolity. Just this past week there was over seven confirmed sightings of superhumans, as they are now being called. Most of the activity is centered on the East coast. In fact there was even a sighting in our own town of Baltimore. This Wonder Woman assaulted three police officers than fled the scene. In an interview Officer Hodges told The Baltimore Sun:

"I feel luck to be alive. She attacked us so fast I was sure we were going to die. Not even bullets could stop her."

The other two officers in the altercation declined to comment. All three men have returned to duty. The Police Commissioner Anthony Batts told the press in a press conference earlier this week that he "remains dedicated to keeping the fine people of Baltimore safe from harm. [The police] are taking this new threat very seriously."


Diana skimmed over the rest of the article. They went on to point out the deadly menace in Gotham that was terrorizing people at night. In Metropolis they had a man, "Superman", who wore a 'S' on his shirt and ran at super speeds and had super strength. If it had been a woman Diana might have said he gained his powers from the Gods like she did.

Then there was this guy they were calling the Flash. And a Space Cop? Diana shook her head at the article. It wasn't strange that people were freaking out. This was new to these Americans. And Diana didn't blame them for lashing out at what they feared. She didn't agree, but she understood. If only there was some way she could help. More than just reacting, but to give these people hope. Who knew how many of these 'vigilantes' were actually good people?

Case in point, the next article was about crimes committed by these superhumans. Bank robberies, assaults, murders, thefts. It was a deadly spiral. Then there was the press' names. Wonder Woman. Diana sipped more of her coffee. At least she wasn't Superwoman. She chuckled to herself, moving onto the next set of articles.

Her afternoon read was disturbed by an emergency news cast. She turned her eyes skyward, towards a large jumbo screen broadcasting from Metropolis. A frazzled reporter stood next to a building with a hole in it. There were weird tentacle robots all around that she was hiding from. One in the back ground snatched a person and flew off. Diana lowered the newspaper and stood, watching.

"...ssss-ago Superman, tackled by the robots, flew through this building. He hasn't been seen since. But these robots are ever-sssss.

sssss-guard is trying to set up-sssss. Though they haven't succeed. For those-sssss- Lois Lane. I'll stay on the-sssss
"

A strange quite hush feel through the city as people looked up and saw the same robots over head. Diana itched to have her sword. Thankfully they continued on past. It was a few minutes before normalcy could return to the city. Diana however was already moving. Her mind was made up. She pulled out her phone, which Steve had helped her get, and called him.

"D?" Steve asked after the third call. "I'm busy."

Diana ignored him. "I need a ride into Metropolis."

"D? Have you watched the news?! It's under attack. Everyone's mobilizing."

"I know. That's why I have to go there."

"You'll get yourself killed!"

"No. I wont. I'm going to save them." Diana said calmly in the face of Steve's panic. "I'm Wonder Woman." Diana's face briefly twisted at the name. Couldn't they have come up with something better? "And I will go even if you do not help me."

There was a long pause. So long Diana though Steve had hung up on her. "I'll be at your place in twenty minutes."

"Good." Diana said and hung up. She broke into a light jog and headed to her apartment. Her side job had afforded her some money. Working as a clerk at a gas station wasn't her idea of fun, but it helped her blend in. But blending was no longer an option. Now she was once again Princess Diana of the Amazons. She threw open the door to her apartment and changed into her armor, something she hadn't worn in months. She had forgotten how good it felt. She waited for Steve on the curb, drawing lots of looks from her appearance.

Steve himself even gaped, even though he had seen her like this before. Diana climbed into the passenger seat. "How long until we get there?" She was glad to see he had armed himself.

Steve muttered something under his breath which sounded like he said he was going to get jail time for going a wall. Whatever that meant. "Twenty minutes if I drive like mad." Steve said before Diana could open her mouth to ask again. "Buckle up."

Steve's car screeched away from the curb. Diana closed her eyes and prayed she'd get there in time.
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