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The sun had just barely risen, the air was bitterly cold due to the early morning chill and Vosazuhr could not have been happier to walk to the first day of school with a backpack on his back and a pair of headphones in his ears so that he could listen to music without having to bother anyone else with it. For all intents and purposes life was beautiful and Vosa was enjoying every moment of it.

The sun on the meadow is summery warm~
The stag in the forest runs free~
But gathered together to greet the storm~
Tomorrow belongs to me~


The soul of his vessel was somewhat... less enthused about the situation but if the two months of summer holidays had taught Vosa anything it was how to ignore the little ball of egotism and cowardly hatred and enjoy himself. When he had come across John, the little punk had ironically enough actually been attempting a demon summoning ritual of all things; Granted the actually ritual itself was something that had been inspired by the 'hollywood ideal' of demonology and the odds of a demon actually being summoned by it were so slim that the little brat would have been better off becoming a corporate defense lawyer if he wanted to meet demons so badly, but still...

The branch on the linden is leafy and green~
The Rhine gives it's gold to the sea~
But somewhere a glory awaits unseen~
Tomorrow belongs to me~


John had even been a willing host at first. The meek, selfish little prick had wanted to become a demon host in order to go on a supernatural killing spree of quite a large number of kids at his school. Had just about any other demon found the boy, it would have been a match made in hell; When John figured out after a couple of weeks that Vosa had no intention of committing any sort of killing on the human's behalf their relationship went south quickly but by that point it was much, much to late for the little brat to really do anything about it other then whine like an annoying little bitch.

He was currently holding off on eating the little bastard's soul to give him a fair chance of changing his attitude first; Besides, he suspected that John's soul would taste awful. Bitter meekness and self righteous narcissism really could ruin a person after all. If nothing else, Vosa had done a better job of looking after his vessels body then his vessel himself had ever done.

The babe in his cradle is closing his eyes~
The blossom embraces the bee~
But soon says a whisper, arise, arise~
Tomorrow belongs to me~
Tomorrow belongs to me~


Passing through the school gate Vosa found himself smiling brightly, dressed neatly and above all else edger to start this new chapter of his existence fresh!
@RainbowFactory

So when is the Rp starting properly?

Or can we just post and get it kick started ourselves?
You were kind of like the blonde chick in The Munsters.

Name: Vosazuhr

Nickname:
Goes by his vessal's name 'John Arthur'.

Species: Demon

Age: Appears to be in his mid to late teens.

Appearance: At the end of the last school year, John was one of the weirdo emo kids who tried too hard to be Gothic; His hair was dyed black, he wore black clothes with a spiked collar and he even wore black eyeliner and lipstick that stood out against his pale white skin. He even had cuts along the back of his forearms in order to show just how depressed and emotional he was...

No one recognized him when school started again. The dye had been washed out of his hair allowing his natural blond-brown coloration to shine through, his skin had actually seen sunlight and darkened to a somewhat more health color and there was no trace of the eyeliner or lipstick from before. While he was still just under six feet tall and lanky, those with an eye for it would tell that he had gained a bit more bulk; Someone clearly decided to start eating properly and get himself into shape. Even the black clothing of yester year was gone, replaced by a pair of blue jeans and a series of button up shirts with matching undershirts to go with it. The only thing that seems to have survived the transformation was the upside down cross that he had on the end of his necklace, but even this one seems to be a new version of it made of proper wood.

Granted he now seems to use a little to much deodorant, but compared to before that is an easily forgivable trade off.

Personality: Alongside the physical transformation, John seems to have undergone a spiritual one as well. Gone was the depressing, annoying asshole who just liked to complain about how life was horrible and how existence was so painful for him despite the fact that he didn't really have any problems and was in fact much more fortunate then many others; In his place was a respectable, friendly, life loving young man who seemed to have a smile for everyone and if he had the time he would ask them how their day was going or lend a hand if they have a problem.

Weapons/Equipment: Vosazuhr's Angel Blade has no name, but he has it on him at all times; It is disguised as the upside down cross on his necklace.

Other: Vosazuhr is a rogue demon, having metaphysically unplugged his phone and cut off all ties to hell.
You were kind of like the blonde chick in The Munsters.

Name: Vosazuhr

Nickname:
Goes by his vessal's name 'John Arthur'.

Species: Demon

Age: Appears to be in his mid to late teens.

Appearance: At the end of the last school year, John was one of the weirdo emo kids who tried too hard to be Gothic; His hair was dyed black, he wore black clothes with a spiked collar and he even wore black eyeliner and lipstick that stood out against his pale white skin. He even had cuts along the back of his forearms in order to show just how depressed and emotional he was...

No one recognized him when school started again. The dye had been washed out of his hair allowing his natural blond-brown coloration to shine through, his skin had actually seen sunlight and darkened to a somewhat more health color and there was no trace of the eyeliner or lipstick from before. While he was still just under six feet tall and lanky, those with an eye for it would tell that he had gained a bit more bulk; Someone clearly decided to start eating properly and get himself into shape. Even the black clothing of yester year was gone, replaced by a pair of blue jeans and a series of button up shirts with matching undershirts to go with it. The only thing that seems to have survived the transformation was the upside down cross that he had on the end of his necklace, but even this one seems to be a new version of it made of proper wood.

Granted he now seems to use a little to much deodorant, but compared to before that is an easily forgivable trade off.

Personality: Alongside the physical transformation, John seems to have undergone a spiritual one as well. Gone was the depressing, annoying asshole who just liked to complain about how life was horrible and how existence was so painful for him despite the fact that he didn't really have any problems and was in fact much more fortunate then many others; In his place was a respectable, friendly, life loving young man who seemed to have a smile for everyone and if he had the time he would ask them how their day was going or lend a hand if they have a problem.

Weapons/Equipment: Vosazuhr's Angel Blade has no name, but he has it on him at all times; It is disguised as the upside down cross on his necklace.

Other: Vosazuhr is a rogue demon, having metaphysically unplugged his phone and cut off all ties to hell.
@Hellis

Does anyone matching those critria stand out? Or would it be better if we did a collab?
Out of all the people in the crowd, who actually looks like they might have witnessed what happened instead of showing up because of the loud boom? Just if Khaz was to make an educated guess...
@KatherinWinter

The door in which the dwarven man had knocked on opened under its own power with a loud, painfully ominous creak of disuse. The room beyond the door seemed normal at first, but there was something... wrong with it in a fashion that was akin to portrait that seemed perfect to life but with a single imperfect stroke of the brush; The brain noticed that something was wrong but the eye couldn't find it right away. The air also seemed to have a chill in it that didn't seem to belong there.

A hooded figure stood in front of the mirror, the hood of the robes that he had arrived in easily hiding his face from view in the reflection of the mirror as the light of the room flickered, bathing the room in darkness for a moment before returning to normal once again. With a deep breath that sounded like it was taken by lungs that no longer needed air, a ghostly sigh escaped from lips that had never been real to begin with.

The light flickered again for a moment, but when the light returned a mere split second later the hooded figure had seemingly crossed the room to stand in the doorway, looking down at the dwarf with a grin on a face that would have given someone nightmares for years to come. When he spoke through, his tone of face actually suggested a level of playful mirth and friendly goodwill that quite frankly was so opposite the appearance of the one that used it that the brain would have to hit a wall. "Well met my good fellow! Thank you for getting me."

Seemingly remembering himself as he stepped out of his room, John stepped to the side in order to allow what appeared to be the specter of a beautiful human woman in her prime wearing a dress that would have been considered the height of Victorian fashion glide through the air of the doorway. "Thank you for the assistance in making myself presentable Lady Beaumont. Please go and find yourself a wonderful seat and I'll make sure to have a word with the bride about where to try and aim the bouquet; It might just be what convinces Mr Hyde to finally stop dilly dallying and make things official." Lady Beaumont let out a surprisingly cute little chuckle was her cheeks somehow darkened despite her ghostly state before she flew towards the ceremony area with a speed that risked being unsuited for a lady of her class and breeding...

Turning his attention back to the dwarf, John offered him a hand to shake as he introduced himself as My name is John by the way. Would you mind leading the way? I don't want to accidentally take a wrong turn and look like a complete fool today of all days..."
If it is not to late to join...

Stories I like:

I like comedy, but only to a degree. While sometimes all you need is an utterly stupid little short story that makes you laugh, Comedy can't carry a whole novel by itself; It needs other elements to give it structure to work off of.

Thinking about it I'm actually fairly open to most genres, what matters more to me is good writing in order to draw the reader in. I'm happy to write just about anything... but I do have one request.

If there is one thing that bugs me, it's the idea of some secret society pulling the strings of everything. It's a common trope I know but it annoys the hell out of me. If we were going to base a story in the modern world, the idea that there is a single, secret group of people who get around a table and congratulate themselves on making the planet a worse place to live to 'distract the common folk so we can keep ruling' is stupid and lazy writing...

A better twist on the trope would be to have multiple such organizations (At least double digits) all of whom have their own, often times conflicting agendas and the reason the world is screwed up is because they keep either trying to screw each other over or undermine each other.
Afraid I'm going to have to pull out of this one... Simply don't have the free time for a nation Rp at the moment.
I'll get to start on my guys tomorrow.
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