Dog

DIVINE INTERVENTION

CHAPTER TWO : SATANISTS WITHIN

“We’re here,” states the driver as he removes the keys from the ignition. The driver uses his unharmed right arm and points to the Castilian household. From the looks of it, the house is less of a normal family house and more of a massive mansion. Surprisingly, the mansion itself is not dilapidated as the Church suggests. Everything is cleaned and extremely polished with no signs of dirt visible on its structure. Compared to the current state of the outside, the Castilian household is a pillar of upper-class fashion and richness with its elegance of the architecture and clear glass windows. No doubt, it is the work of Satanists at hand. Compared to media portrayal, Satanists are quite proper and classy in their mannerisms and appearance as reflected in their current housing.

“You’re gonna need a map,” the driver notes, getting out of the car with a limp-left arm. The injury created during the car chase appears not to affect the man as much as one would expect. The trunk of the Chevelle resists the first few attempts by the driver to open it. The opening maneuver done by the driver bent the whole trunk inwards, causing the mechanisms to be somewhat jammed in the process. A few minutes pass and the driver, by the process of pure brutal strength, pops open the trunk with a single hand. Searching the trunk, the driver grabs the handle of a suitcase. The man opens the case and pulls forth a folded piece of a map. From there, the man signals everyone to follow him at the front of the car. Once in front, the driver opens the map and lays down the directions onto the car-hood. The rain still continues to pour hard, likely soaking everyone but the map itself. It appears that the Church had the forethought of making the map waterproof.

“Let us go over the plan again. Célia,” a name spoken in perfect Spanish by the driver, “is within the upper levels of the house and in her bedroom. Once into the house, you’ll arrive at the main lobby.” The driver points to the first square after the door entrance named the main lobby. “From there, you’ll see the stairs. Go up and take a right into the hallway. In the end, you should find a door. This will lead to the dining room.” The driver, by the usage of his index finger, directs the pathway that the group should head as said by his oral directions. “Once in the dining room, take the front door. You will be in another hallway and you should find the room of Célia among the other rooms.” The driver finishes off his directions by leading his index to the right of the dining room and into a hallway in which he then points up in the middle of the said hallway, where the room of Célia is.

“Don’t mind the layout. We have bigger issues to deal with than crappy house design,” the driver notes as he rolls up the map and hands it off to Jin.

“I’ll stay here. Don’t worry about me. The mission takes first priority, Godspeed.” the driver says as he points the group towards the door. Like the mansion itself, the door is equally as elegant - if not more beautifully crafted. If one would use the doorknob, then the shape of it perfectly fits into anyone’s hands. Compared to other door-knobs, its shape also gives away to comfortable turning and twisting along with smooth mechanisms that greatly assist in quick openings with a short flick of one’s wrist. The surface is quite smooth as well with no bumps to be felt or seen. The entirety of the doorknob is, from the look of it, made out of pure ivory. The whole door is also made from pure ivory upon further inspection. The door morphs and bends, creating different versions of itself as per the mind of the viewers that stares at it. One second, it is that design, and the next is a wholly different design.

An outburst of music echoes from the house. A piano plays, recreating great wonders of music from days past. For this very special occasion, Nocturne op.9 No.2 is being played. The sounds produced are beautiful. The fine-toning of the piano itself is unbeatable. It is unreal to hear such notes. With each press of the keys, there is a certain deliberation and methodology to it. No one key is just played as seen on the music sheet but perfectly crafted to create the emotions and beauty of the song. For all intent and purposes, it is heaven to the ears.

The Satanists are within and appear to be enjoying themselves greatly. Out of the frying pan and into the fire.

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Oops, I posted the IC post in the OOC. Don't mind the thing here.

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“AFTER THEM. CORPSE THE FUCKERS. I WANT THEIR BODIES NOW!”

The scream is deafening. The voice, certainly not belonging to a human, is quite chaotic. Its tone shifts from the deepest to the highest of pitches. The words are mixed between a female and male, with words being said as if it was a female, and then the next word became that of a male speaker. Accents are added and then removed. Certain letters are silenced while others are expressed upon for no apparent reasons. The linguistics of this creature is quite impressive, to say the least.

The driver, a man who has yet to speak a single word or give a name, shifts his eyes to the rearview mirror. The Chevelle’s backlights, while barely able to shine light in the dark, showcases a being of the most unholy nature. The monster is an ungodly combination of human and horse. Of course, it is not exactly a human and a horse stitched together. Instead, it appears to be a construction of rotting flesh and bone. Even in its decayed state, its speed is extremely threatening. The thing is just barely able to tag behind the car as it tries to grab onto the rear-end of the Chevelle with its long arms. Thinking fast, the driver stops the car abruptly. In a few short moments, the horse-thing finds its legs and lower body utterly crushed by the laws of motion as it runs full speed into the backend of the black car. A loud crack and crunch are heard, a result of the bones shattering. Whether it was killed or not, the driver presses the pedal to the metal and pushes the Chevelle to its uppermost limit of speed.

Only a few seconds passes and more of these horse-things are coming from the woodworks. From just a quick countdown, the driver finds ten more tailing the car from behind. One of the horsemen speeds ahead of the rest and maintains the speed at the window of the driver. Digging into his coat with one hand, the driver pulls forth a Smith & Wesson Model 27. The fucker of a monster breaks the driver’s side-glass window with a quick thrust of its claws, as the driver steers the car away from the horse-man. Extending his revolver forward out of the shattered window, the driver skullfucks the horseman with a single well-placed bullet into the brain. The horseperson's body then becomes lifeless and disappears into the darkness, as the car drives forward.

Even with the current speed of the car, 162 miles per hour, the horse-things are still catching up. A heavy breeze is felt throughout the car because of the recently broken window. It is quite nice actually, but the moment is ruined by a horseman jumping onto the car with a large THUMP. Its claws quickly dig into the upper hood and start to tear apart a small hole for all to see its face and body. Another horseman, going up to the driver's side, attempts its hand at crippling the driver like the last fucker that tried it. This time, the horse-thing has a sledgehammer. A few shots are aimed at the thing, but the driver finds his bullets unable to connect. Both driving and attempting to maintain aim are quite hard. In turn, the horse-thing frees a hand and rips off the driver’s door. Gripping its hammer with both hands, the horse-thing produces a heavy swing and perfectly times its hit and manages to slam the hammer into the driver’s left shoulder. A hefty crunch is heard as the driver’s left shoulder-blade is broken or worse.

“FUCK!” the driver screams. The first word produced by the driver.

The cars start to become unstable as the driver is forced to deal with an injured arm, plus the horse-things causing issues as well. Only nine left one, with one being shot to the head by the driver. One horseman is on top of the damn car. Another is still trying to turn the driver into a pile of crushed bones and meat on the left side. There are five more behind the car, attempting to latch their claws into the back-end of the car and slow the thing down. To the right side is a horde of three. Those shits are ramming the car itself. With each ram, the car curves, and drifts, with the driver having to correct the car’s direction or else.

“BLEED FOR YOUR FALSE GOD.”

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CHAPTER ONE : LONG ROAD

Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like on
A-Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby, kiss me…

The radio attempts its hand at lifting the mood, but its efforts are likely wasted. If Frank Sinatra is not to one’s liking then the rain provides an alternative form of sound for the ears. If not rain then the sounds of wheels grinding against the asphalt can be quite entertaining for some. If audible enjoyment is not fun enough then the windows can provide great visual entertainment. Whatever the case may be, the journey from the motel to the Castilian household is not exactly the most exciting or eventful. The driver himself is also not helping either, but that is not a fault of his own. He is just here to do one thing: to drive from point A to point B. The matters at hand are quite serious, and the atmosphere is very stone-faced. From time to time, the driver would state the miles traveled and how much more is there left to travel. The road towards the Castilian household has been very straight. No turns, no bends, nothing. It might be that the road is, in fact, just very straight and was built in such a manner as that. Another explanation is that the local area is bending to the realities of demonic forces, causing much fuckery on Earth. Likewise, the moon has not moved a single inch at all from the time that the car got close to the Castilian household. The surrounding areas also are strange. Walls of tree lines fully encompass the outside. Each tree is also extremely similar to one and other. It is not a matter that each tree is similar, as seen in nature, but that the trees have the same branches and leaf placement pattern.

The rain has gotten heavier as well over the past few minutes. What were storms of small balls of water droplets has turned into golf-ball-sized droplets that smash against the car frame and window. The sound created almost drowns out any form of audible sound within the car. The thunder in the background is becoming more and more frequent. To the normal person, this would have scared anyone and caused the poor soul to simply go back. Who knows, this might be the purpose of the current situation - scare off any would-be person from going near the household. To add to the situation, the Chevelle’s headlights can barely pierce the darkness ahead. Only a few inches can be seen ahead as the night becomes darker and darker. Things are...starting to get weird.

Fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you...

A tall, Korean man, peppered with more than his fair share of scars was inspecting his gun. Any passenger that met his eyes was given a warm, affectionate smile in return. Jin Dak-Ho normally would have acquainted himself with others but he postponed his greetings in the motel as he felt that everyone seemed to have something weighing on their mind.

”It seems that we’ve yet to acquaint ourselves with each other,” Jin began softly, his english was impeccable, ”Even in South Korea, I’ve heard of all of you through your works, brothers and sister. Impressive, to say the least.”

”It’s very likely that you haven’t heard of me, however, excuse my impertinence,” Jin continued, his smile never so much as wavered, ”I am Jin Dak-Ho, a Protestant Priest. Pleased to meet such notable figures.”

It had been nearly thirty years since she had been known as Yefreytor Tasiko of the Red Army. A member of the Assault Engineer Brigades in some of the worst battles of the war she would spend her nights before an engagement silently shivering in fear. Despite the best efforts of her commissars, she saw nothing noble or righteous about the struggle. There was no glory to be found, just the depths of hell risen up to take shape on Earth.

Then she had learned that no mortal conflict compared to the true Hell, no man a fraction as demented as its denizens. Her battles as Sister Ekaterine had been righteous, not weighed down by a worthless rank or petty fear. After finding salvation in the Lord's strength she leaped at the chance to extend it to others across the steppes. But her early career as a demon hunter, while noble, was flawed. She had doubted herself and God by proxy, unsure of whether she was truly up to the task she had been assigned.

But now Stavrophore Ekaterine's work was truly righteous. She was not merely a vessel for the Lord's mercy but an extension of his divine fury! Where once had been a soldier was now a tool, a weapon directed at the impure so that the operator could remove their stain. God was the shooter, Ekaterine was merely the rifle. And there was nothing more satisfying than that.

It was the reason why she was smiling from ear to ear while checking the cloth stoppers on her bottles, the Mother humming snatches of hymns while she prepared herself for the trials ahead. "Please Pastor, you aggrandize us!" She chuckled as she finished her inspection, moving to adjust her cassock so that it fits nicely over the armor underneath. "And yet at the same time you downplay your own works. I'm glad to have you here with us.

The Stavrophore cast her gaze towards the rear mirror so as to look at her companions. From her position in the passenger's seat, she could cast an approving eye over each one of them. Despite denomination differences, they were all her comrades in the fight against the Serpent and so were all deserving of respect.

"The same to you Father Alistair, Pastor Yu. I look forward to working with you again."

As the car drove down the dirt road, Alistair couldn’t help but enjoy the moment. Even with the grim task before him, the priest enjoyed the sights of the country, the sounds of the radio, and the company of his fellow exorcists. Though they may be of different faiths, they all knew how to handle themselves, and each one would play a critical role in the job ahead.

”Likewise, Mother Ekaterine.” The bespectacled priest responded. ”It’s been quite some time since we’ve last seen each other. It seems the years have been kind to you.” He appended with a polite smile as he pushed up his glasses. ”...and your skills with medicine will be quite the boon for us as well, Pastor Yu.”

The priest looked out the window for a moment, before turning to the only member among them (driver notwithstanding) that had yet to meet any of the three of them before. It seemed Mother Ekatherine and Pastor Yu had met before, and Alistair had personally met them both at different points of his career.

”And it is a pleasure to meet you as well, Pastor Jin.” The priest said. ”I’ve heard of your works from within the Vatican-- there aren’t many exorcists in South Korea who are capable of what you can do. I have the utmost faith in your abilities.” He smiled, not unkindly.

”And I, you, Father Alistair,” Jin replied, ”To be recognized in any capacity is a surprise. It is I that is truly blessed to be working with exorcists of your calibers- perhaps I’ll be able to learn a few things and earn fewer scars.” The Korean followed this with a short chuckle as he closed the chamber of his gun.

Yu wore a formal expression as the religious leaders began to introduce themselves. Two pale hands rested on Jieru - a thumb carefully grazing over the intricate carvings of the thurible as its handler listened in earnest.

Subconsciously, he leaned back so as to not obstruct the flow of conversation between the people in front and on either side of him. Kind words were exchanged, and Yu nodded in acknowledgment of their claims.

Sunbae-nim” He spoke in a low voice towards Jin, “Your work has not gone unnoticed. Rest assured, work for the Lord is work worth recognizing.”

The pastor looked back to give Mother Ekaterine and Alistair a small smile. ”...it is a blessing to be in both your companies once again. Your strength and utmost dedication will carry us swiftly through this operation.”

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Mother Ekaterine

Ordinis Sancti Exorcistarum Christi

Ordinatus Capitulum Exorcistae de New Mexico

	NAME: Stavrophore Ekaterine ______________ AGE: 45 ______________ DATE OF BIRTH: January 10, 1925 ______________ FAITH: Eastern Orthodox ______________ NATIONALITY: Soviet, from the Georgian SSR ______________

PERSONALITY
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A veteran of the war against the Nazis as well as the one against devils Ekaterine is well-versed in battling sin. Her days in the Red Army instilled a total lack of fear that bordered on irrational recklessness that was later tempered by her time fighting demons across the Soviet Union and United States. In her mind there is neither room for hesitation nor impatience, she takes in the situation and makes the call before sticking through it until the end. The Lord's work is a calling of the utmost importance and any time wasted on overreactions or inactions is an affront to His name.

Her devotion to Heaven is what keeps Ekaterine going after a life of loss and betrayal. Made bitter by the early loss of her parents and the harsh treatment she received from her aunt and uncle the senseless violence she witnessed in the Great Patriotic War nearly broke her, left a wandering wreck who quiet literally stumbled into monastery life. Even now after being forced to flee to the U.S during the anti-religious purges of the 60s Mother Ekaterine's faith is what keeps her from spiraling into a dark place. She sees her work hunting the Serpent's minions as her way of giving back to the Lord for saving her life.

Just as she takes pride (in a sense anyway) in her duties mentoring the younger sisters or feeding the poor so to does she feel good during the hunt. While a lust for the blood of man would certainly be cause for troubled self-reflection she sees no fault in enjoying herself when driving the demons out of the kingdoms of man. Prone to making promises of great violence against her enemy in Russian, Georgian and English Ekaterine does her best to make good on each and every one of them.

EQUIPMENT
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-Ithaca 37: Five shells of twelve gauge absolution, an venerable weapon that serves a blessed purpose. Mother Ekaterine's trench gun and attached bayonet were custom made and consecrated for the purpose of demon hunting.
-Stechkin APS:A personal weapons smuggled over during her flight from the USSR. Most people would be unable to handle the recoil from this blessed machine pistol without its optional stock but Ekaterine's strength of belief (as well as well strength of body) gives her the discipline required to wield it.
-Holy Oils: A bit of the Oil of Catechumens used in baptisms, some soap and good old gasoline mixed together in glass bottles to be lit and thrown. The result is a blessed blaze that sticks to demons and melts them where they stand. When asked about the propriety of such a weapon the Stavrophore holds that if the Father above took issue then he would surely show her a better way.
-SN-46 "Steel Bib":When Satan told the Lord Christ to throw himself from the top of the temple Christ rebuked him by saying "Again it is written, 'You shall not put the Lord, your God to the test.'" Likewise Ekaterine relies on not just faith but solid steel worn under her cassock to guard her body from the enemy. Soviet machine work was combined with Christian blessings to forge armor that can withstand bullets, blades and blood magic. Up to a point anyway.
-Duty Bag:A veshmeshok filled with everything a demon hunter on the go might need. A copy of the Scripture, icons of Christ and the Virgin Mary, a change of clothes, money, and snacks as well as spare ammo, oils, salts, consecrated iron filings and a Makarov pistol that once belonged to her abbess back in the Soviet Union.

CAPACITY
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Already a trained soldier before entering the Church's demon hunters Eketerine is a skilled gunslinger, fitting considering that she works in the land of the gangster and cowboy. She excels at meeting the enemy in close quarters and blasting them back to Hell with her shotgun and pistol or simply spilling their infernal guts with a twist of her bayonet. Her work as a farmhand set the ground for building a great physical strength that, while hidden by nun's outfit, enables her to sprint with her gear and crush the skulls of the damned beneath her boots.

Her spiritual strength on the other hand is what keeps her going. No matter how bad things get, no matter how much misery and sin she has to wallow through, she just keeps going. After going through the killing fields of the Eurasian steppes without God's light, how can she allow herself to break against the mere denizens of Hell with Him guiding her aim?

@Smike

She must be our local John Wick then. Welcome to the club. You can throw the sheet into the CS tab.

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Yu

Ordinis Sancti Exorcistarum Christi

Ordinatus Capitulum Exorcistae de New Mexico

	NAME: XIAO YU HUA 晓羽化 ______________ AGE: 28 ______________ DATE OF BIRTH: AUGUST - 12 - 1942 ______________ FAITH: PROTESTANT ______________ NATIONALITY: Republic of China ______________

PERSONALITY

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Yu is a conscientious individual in both his personality and work ethic. The man is unexpectedly noted to put other peoples' welfare before his and goes through great lengths to keep his own struggles unheard of. This particular exorcist is not known for expressing his emotions in front of people and is often seen with a layer of frost resting permanently on his face. Quiet, reserved, and rigid. If winter was a person, you'd be looking right at him. Additionally, his quick temper and sharp tongue go hand-in-hand to emulate the type of cold that bites.

As an apothecary during his downtime, you can always find him neck-deep in his work. Spending consecutive days painstakingly refining a formula for his inventions is his standard of perfection, but really only aims to improve for the sake of others. Unbeknownst to many around him, he holds himself in much lower regard in order to allow others to rise above. As a result, Yu Hua is reflective by nature but often tends to fall victim to self-blame.

The faith he has in the Lord is one he takes pride in. Admittedly with all his heart, it is what's carried him through these painful years that would have weathered anybody else down. Consequently, there can be moments of strong doubt that affect his conviction - that his belief in God is one born only out of selfishness; his innate desire to be needed. However, an excerpt from the Bible rings true for everytime that shadow threatened to rear its head:

Matthew 7:12

Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you:
do ye even so to them: for this is the law and the prophets.

EQUIPMENT

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- 救灾 【Jiù Zāi；aka Disaster Relief】: A whip made out of chained iron for flexibility and ease of use. Woven within the rings of metal are Yu Hua's latin inscriptions engraved in tiny handwriting - this is meant to enhance the grip on the demon and weaken it over time. This whip is fashioned with sharp spokes which allows it to dig into flesh, and subdue demons efficiently.

- 介入 【Jiè Rù；Intervention】: Yu Hua's prized censer. When not kept in his room for aromatherapy, it is out with him on missions that require extra effort to overwhelm certain entities. This diffuser was handmade by Yu, and is big enough to fit a medley of herbs and wood to produce smoke that can cause dizzying/weakening effects, depending on what Yu decides to place inside, and how much.

- Cloth satchel: Filled with various things from his office: wood, herbs, medicinal salves, a vial of holy water, and a pocket-sized bible for on-the-go rote memorization.

CAPACITY

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With a slim Asian build that prioritizes mobility over bulk, Yu is more of an endurance-based runner than a fighter. Over the years of experience, his lung capacity and stamina have improved significantly. Given any situation, positioning always takes priority as the support. He is always seen darting from here to there to successfully subdue entities, assist teammates, and carry out his attacks - wasting no breath of his while simultaneously tiring demons out. Every move is calculated to the best of his ability - for efficiency's sake and also so that he doesn't run out of things to burn for his censor.

Yu's fighting style focuses primarily on weakening his target's state with Jieru, his censer. Upon entering the fight he can light dried plants or wood in the diffuser, offer up a quick prayer, and let the smoke fill the room. The smoke puts the entity in varying stages of dizziness or nausea, wholly dependent on environmental factors such as the wind, and the distance of the smoke. It is up to him to close the distance between his censer and the entity. This ultimately allows his teammates an easier time to take down and exorcise the entity.

Should this plan fail, the next option would be to use Jiuzai, his whip. This method always pains him deeply, because more often than not, the entity's vessel is left viciously scarred by Jieru's thorns in an effort to subdue. However, there are just some missions where the outcome is inevitable for the greater good.

As an apothecary, Yu is also adept in attending to wounds and identifying ailments inflicted by demonic possessions. In the years he has been working as an exorcist, he is usually put in charge of aftercare for the demon's vessel. Great care is taken when doing so in order to return the human to its former glory - body and soul.

@mantou

It appears that our healer has arrived. You can post your CS in the character tab.

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Alistair Ardizzone

Ordinis Sancti Exorcistarum Christi

Ordinatus Capitulum Exorcistae de New Mexico

	NAME: ALISTAIR ARDIZZONE ______________ AGE: 26 ______________ DATE OF BIRTH: OCTOBER 10, 1944 ______________ FAITH: CATHOLIC ______________ NATIONALITY: ITALY ______________

PERSONALITY
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Outwardly, Alistair appears to be a kindly young priest who treats everyone he meets with dignity, respect, and a smile on his face. He is wise, understanding, and surprisingly knowledgeable about the ways of the world. He appreciates art, music, and the little things. Above all else, he is a pious man who has dedicated his life to serving the Lord.

Inwardly, Alistair harbors a deep resentment for demons and the unrepentant and can be particularly cold or angry towards them. He isn't afraid to get his hands dirty and believes that ridding the world of these undesirables would be better for everyone. To him, being denied salvation is a small price to pay for the opportunity to save the world, and he'd readily give it up again if he had to. He's also fiercely protective, and perhaps even a little possessive when it comes to those he truly cares about. Paradoxically, Alistair will die for a cause he truly believes in without hesitation yet is simultaneously not yet ready to die.

After all, there is so much more work left to do.

EQUIPMENT
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- Ceremonial Longsword: A holy relic, dating back to the First Crusade, this steel longsword has an edge forged from sanctified silver. Gilded with gold and jewels, this weapon was meant to be used to anoint members of an ancient order of holy knights, rather than be used in true combat. Although heavy and unwieldy, it feels light and fast in the hands of the Ordained. Its edge is dull when used against the innocent, while unrepentant sinners find it sharp-- enemies of the Lord cannot even bear to be in the blade's presence, finding the sword to cut supernaturally deep. Alistair keeps the blade in its scabbard, only ever pulling it free if he knows he must purify.

- Holy Bible: A heavy-set grimoire, containing the Word of God. Alistair has each page committed to memory, but he finds the presence of the tome comforting. He can also recite scripture and verses directly from the Bible, causing many demons to recoil in pain. Weaker demons may burn away, though stronger ones may merely be weakened by such acts.

- Reliquary: A leather satchel containing holy symbols, scripture, and other objects that are anathema to demons. Supplies include, but are not limited to: vials of holy water, silver crucifixes, a ritual dagger, a jeweled grail, notes on religious rituals, images depicting the Lord, his Son, the Virgin Mary, and various other Saints, wooden stakes, blessed nails, a hammer, a set of candles, and of course, bread and wine.

CAPACITY
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Despite his thin, seemingly frail physique, Alistair is deceptively tough, his physical and mental fortitude impressive even among other exorcists. He was shown to have a prodigious talent for the arts of battle. He leverages this training to great effect during combat, combining his talent and training together. Fast, strong, and tough, the man is a dangerous combatant in close quarters.

When wielding the holy sword, Alistair uses traditional techniques from Fiore dei Liberi, a form of Historical European Martial Arts (HEMA) that revolves around the use of a longsword. When fighting without his blade, he uses a street-boxing style, honed through a turbulent youth in the streets of post-war Rome. If pushed, the man isn't afraid to fight dirty, having learned a long time ago that if there are lives on the line, then no technique is too dishonorable.

In addition, the man knows the entirety of the Bible, the Old and New Testament having been committed to memory. If he encounters a situation where his blade will do him no good, he always has the Gospel and the Scriptures to fall back upon. When even that is tested, he taps into reserves of willpower and determination rarely ever seen, except in men with nothing to lose, but everything to gain.

@Hawthorne

Big dick holy man too angry to die. More at seven after the commercials. Throw that pretty boy to the CS tab.

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Jin (진)

Ordinis Sancti Exorcistarum Christi

Ordinatus Capitulum Exorcistae de New Mexico

	NAME: Jin Dak-Ho (진 닥-호) ______________ AGE: 29 ______________ DATE OF BIRTH: September 5th, 1941 ______________ FAITH: PROTESTANT ______________ NATIONALITY: South Korea ______________

PERSONALITY
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Jin always portrays himself with a smile. Usually a soft, gentle smile can be found on his face not too dissimilar to that of a patient parent. He is very gentle and soft-spoken, always having a kind word to say to people around him. Jin is not prone to anger, in-fact it seems nigh-impossible to truly rile him up (atleast, if you're human). He is considered an oddity amongst his fellow exorcist, considering his line of work and how it can, eventually, mentally and physically degrade any man. At the very least, the Korean has a seemingly endless amount of mental fortitude.

Jin is one of the few exorcists in South Korea as the prominence of Protestant churches were very low at the time. Many visibly recoil when they see a priest with many scars and gashes on him- his most prominent one a large gash over his left eye (The eye still remains fully functional, however). He meets their reactions with a hearty chuckle and usually jokes it- whether stating that he was an ex-convict or was part of a bike gang (Kkhangpae (깡패)). That said, he uses clothing to cover up as much of the scars as he can (even using an eyepatch at times to hide his largest gash). This is because Jin has some reservations about his scars which stems from the stigma in South Korea about personal beauty.

Underneath, Jin has some misgivings with his faith. Ultimately he believes in God's visions and plans. He's even waved away all the natural and man-made suffering that plagues the world. His faith, at times, can be shaken by the unnatural sufferings that occur. After five or so years of exorcisms, seeing all those whose suffered causes his heart to ache. He believes that none deserve to suffer from daemons, and wonders why a kind, benevolent God would allow such preternatural suffering to occur to his followers.

EQUIPMENT
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- Consecrated Iron Batons: Jin wears these batons in a reverse grip. He uses it to fight defensively, it burns and sears daemons who come into contact with it. It is a simple iron baton blessed by his church and has been his main weapon of choice in close-quarters since beginning his exorcisms.

- Colt Paterson: A gun given to Jin by his clergy. He wasn't privy to the inner specifics on how it was forged and made- just what it is capable of. The design is plain other than an etching of 'Psalm 27:1' on the grip. The bullets it carries can harm and potentially kill daemons given a good enough shot. Jin usually has it on his hip, with it's holster. Jin maintains it on a (needlessly) daily basis.

- Vials of Holy Water: Small vials of holy water blessed by his church. They hang on his belt. The use is simple enough, throw on a daemon if need-be.

CAPACITY
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Jin's first few years as an exorcist was bloody, to say the least. His inexperience and naivety had led to many near-death experiences. As such, he's built up a large tolerance for pain (during this period); his pain threshold is higher than most normal humans. It would take an inordinate amount of pain to get him to scream out in agony.

Jin's fighting style is mainly based on speed due to his lithe Korean frame. His weapons are used to block (while simultaneously hurting daemons) while retreating and counterattacking. This is due to personal experience, as he thinks it folly to overpower a daemon as opposed to using speed to outmaneuver. He is adept at using his own, rather unorthodox style, baton. He can also turn to a normal grip to extend his reach but lower his defense. To supplement his short reach is his Colt- he has near-perfect aim on despite being an older type of gun.

Aside from those specifics, Jin has memorized multiple exorcism chants and can recite it at a quick pace. So far, he's had alot of success with the exorcism found in 'Rituale Romanum'. He has knowledge of turning water into holy water and can use it on the fly if need arise.

@Inertia

I see that we have a hot Korean man now. I don't see anything really wrong with this application. Go ahead and throw that bad boy into the character tab.

DIVINE INTERVENTION

DIVINE INTERVENTION

“I shall not be afraid of the terror in the night, nor the evil that walketh in darkness, because I have made the Lord my refuge.” - Psalm 91:5

Dear to whomever it may concern

The Church of Albuquerque, bestowed by God Almighty, has authorized you, among others that will join you in your most holy duty, entrance to the Valles Caldera National Preserve. An abandoned house, possessed by the spawns and hosts of otherworldly demons, requires your skills and unique method of disposing of those unholy beings. Within the deepest bowels of the house is Célia Castilla, the last remaining member of the Castilla family. Poor Célia, bless her soul, has been overtaken by dark powers that be. In the past few weeks, the police reported multiple car crashes and murders. The Church authority has established a direct connection between the Castilian house with those unfortunate events. For the safety of the preserve, the Lord Almighty, and people, we need your services. As per usual, the Church will bring everything that you will need. A Chevrolet Chevelle SS will be parked outside your motel building. Exorcist equipment, including your unique “tools,” will be within the Chevelle. The keys to the cars will be mailed to you at midnight, 12:00 PM. Godspeed.

Yours Sincerely,
Bishop Marcial Gerena

October 31, 1970,

The night is restless. A rainstorm has introduced itself, followed closely by its cousin - thunder. It might be a mere coincidence that the sky cries with thunderous applause. Likewise, it might be powerful beings beyond the understanding of anyone. Who knows. Either way, no one, or thing, will stop you. The Church has given you your task, and you will do your duty faithfully as an exorcist. The motel housing, a room with a single bed, a drawer desk, and other furniture found common, is no better than the outside. It smells of drugs, alcohol, and adultery. There are clear stains of brownish color on both wall and ceiling, and the bed is quite unsanitary as well. If there was any other option, the Church would have taken it, but this motel is closest to the Castilian household. The atmosphere is not helped either by the sheer fact that today is also Halloween. Given your line of work, your suspicions might as well be right. An unease flows throughout with no end in sight until you properly give the poor girl some rest.

The night continues to torture you, but a saving grace enters your room. Three knocks are heard before a plain envelope is slipped under the door. The envelope is wet, but the Church had the foresight to make it waterproof. One of your fellow priests grabs and opens open the envelope. It is indeed the key that the Church has promised to give you. Not only that, but the messenger has perfectly timed the delivery at twelve o'clock. Without question, all of you raise from your dormant state. One by one, each person exits. An unavoidable mirror, installed on the right side of the wall, casts a reflection on the exiting persons. For one reason or another, all of you turn your head towards your own image and asks - who am I?

Who Are You?

Ordinis Sancti Exorcistarum Christi

Ordinatus Capitulum Exorcistae de New Mexico

	NAME: FULL NAME ______________ AGE: AGE HERE ______________ DATE OF BIRTH: MONTH - DAY - YEAR ______________ FAITH: CATHOLIC or PROTESTANT or EASTERN ORTHODOXY ______________ NATIONALITY: NATION OF BIRTH ______________

PERSONALITY
^{______________}

Description of character's personalities, motivations, etc.

EQUIPMENT
^{______________}
Format what you will to describe your equipment - mainly your weapons.

CAPACITY
^{______________}

Description of character's physical and mental capacity. How speedy are they? How tough are they? How strong are ya? As a reference, you should be veterans and very chad Exorcists.

Example

Ordinis Sancti Exorcistarum Christi

Ordinatus Capitulum Exorcistae de New Mexico

	NAME: Kotomine Kirei ______________ AGE: 69 ______________ DATE OF BIRTH: August 6, 1969 ______________ FAITH: PROTESTANT ______________ NATIONALITY: Japan ______________

PERSONALITY
^{______________}

Authentic mapo tofu is powerfully spicy with both conventional "heat" spiciness and the characteristic málà (numbing spiciness) flavor of Sichuan cuisine. The feel of the particular dish is often described by cooks using seven specific Chinese adjectives: má 麻 (numbing), là 辣 (spicy hot), tàng 烫 (hot temperature), xiān 鲜 (fresh), nèn 嫩 (tender and soft), xiāng 香 (aromatic), and sū 酥 (flaky). The authentic form of the dish is increasingly easy to find outside China today, but usually only in Sichuanese restaurants that do not adapt the dish for non-Sichuanese tastes.

The most important and necessary ingredients in the dish that give it the distinctive flavour are chili broad bean paste (salty bean paste) from Sichuan's Pixian county (郫县豆瓣酱), fermented black beans, chili oil, chili flakes of the heaven-facing pepper (朝天辣椒), Sichuan peppercorns, garlic, green onions, and rice wine. Supplementary ingredients include water or stock, sugar (depending on the saltiness of the bean paste brand used), and starch (if it is desired to thicken the sauce).

Mapo tofu can also be found in restaurants in other Chinese provinces as well as in Japan and Korea where the flavor is adapted to local tastes. In the west, the dish is often greatly changed, with its spiciness severely toned down to widen its appeal. This happens particularly in Chinese restaurants not specialising in Sichuan cuisine. In American Chinese cuisine, the dish is sometimes made without meat to appeal to vegetarians, using shiitake or other edible mushrooms as substitutes for meat.

EQUIPMENT
^{______________}

- Spicy Mapo Tofu: Mapo Tofu (Chinese: 麻婆豆腐; pinyin: mápó dòufu) is a popular Chinese dish from Sichuan province. It consists of tofu set in a spicy sauce, typically a thin, oily, and bright red suspension, based on douban (fermented broad bean and chili paste) and douchi (fermented black beans), along with minced meat, traditionally beef. Variations exist with other ingredients such as water chestnuts, onions, other vegetables, or wood ear fungus. One account indicates that the dish existed as early as 1254, in a suburb of Chengdu, the capital city of Sichuan province.

- Wooden Spoon: A spoon is a utensil consisting of a small shallow bowl (also known as a head), oval or round, at the end of a handle. A type of cutlery (sometimes called flatware in the United States), especially as part of a place setting, it is used primarily for transferring food to the mouth. Spoons are also used in food preparation to measure, mix, stir and toss ingredients and for serving food. Present-day spoons are made from metal (notably flat silver or silverware, plated or solid), wood, porcelain, or plastic. There are a wide variety of spoons that are made of a variety of materials and by different cultures for many different uses and foods.

CAPACITY
^{______________}

Kirei eats extremely spicy mapo tofu

Coding

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[center][i][sub][h1]Ordinis Sancti Exorcistarum Christi[/h1][/sub]
[sub][h3]Ordinatus Capitulum Exorcistae de New Mexico[/h3][/sub][/i][/center]
[table][row][/row][row][cell][center][img]IMAGE[/img][/center][/cell][cell]
[sub][b]NAME:[/b] FULL NAME[/sub]
[sup]______________[/sup]
[sub][b]AGE:[/b] AGE HERE[/sub]
[sup]______________[/sup]
[sub][b]DATE OF BIRTH:[/b] MONTH - DAY - YEAR[/sub]
[sup]______________[/sup]
[sub][b]FAITH:[/b] CATHOLIC or PROTESTANT or EASTERN ORTHODOXY[/sub]
[sup]______________[/sup]
[sub][b]NATIONALITY:[/b] NATION OF BIRTH[/sub]
[sup]______________[/sup]
[/cell][/row][/table][i]
[b]PERSONALITY[/b][/i]
[sup]______________[/sup]
[indent]Description of character's personalities, motivations, etc.[/indent]
[i][b]EQUIPMENT[/b][/i]
[sup]______________[/sup]
Format what you will to describe your equipment - mainly your weapons.

[i][b]CAPACITY[/b][/i]
[sup]______________[/sup]
[indent]Description of character's physical and mental capacity. How speedy are they? How tough are they? How strong are ya? As a reference, you should be veterans and very chad Exorcists.[/indent][/hider]

OOC Notes: Welcome to DIVINE INTERVENTION. Please read the OOC before asking any questions. If you do still have questions then I will be happy to answer them. There are no such things as stupid questions to me. I have plans for the roleplay to be very short in nature. Depending on post-rates, we might be done in a few weeks. There is an ending to this story - yes. This is a sweet and short roleplay. Also, here is the link to the discord.