HellOfALife

The Demon Hunters' Academy

It occurred to Lex after taking another look at Max that his bloodlust was present, Lexion almost did an inward pause to chide himself on not being more focused like his partner was, in fact, he was more worried about the student population that wasn't aware of the beings currently attacking the place, and whether or not the two of them would be easily overwhelmed with the over bearing amount of demons that continued to file into the balconies like no one's business. Despite all this worry, his heart was jumping at the chance to activate his chainsaw, a beloved source of joy for the boy, but one he would never reveal. He was often known not to have too strong of a blood-lust anyways, but that was because most people hadn't the chance to see him activate the rotors of his sword. He struggled to get closer to Max as soon as he could clear a way through the rest of the demons, his fingers itched up for a moment at they clasped on to the pull chain, a powerful revving that caused Lexion's worried expression to form into a slight smile. He took a couple more pumps out of the chain, as the demons became aware and were naturally fearful of the spinning blades, and the closeted space they were in. Lexion turned to Max for a moment, a lick of devilish relish on his face.

"Stand back, I wouldn't want you to get hurt.."

It sounded more like a threat with the way his expression changed, the clamorous sound of the chainsaw could probably be heard down several hallways, as Lexion took it upon himself to chop through a group of those weakling demons easily, a bit of swarthy muck landed on his face, and clothing, and maybe even on Max, but the latter didn't seem to care so much as another swing rained down blades on the next demon who dared to cross paths with Ridge. The slaying seemed to wind on and on in Lex's head, until he took one more swing and a sudden flash of bright light already had the demons who were remaining in a different type of agony, one that was not delivered by his own blade. Lex's next swing missed it's target, and hit the opposite wall, causing the sword to get lodged between the wooden upholstery, before he was able to pull on the chain and cease the rotating blades. He looked at rest of the demons as they sizzled, under the effects of some type of spell before being eradicated and turned into ash, then he looked back at Max, hoping that the fire was something of a godsend. Except for the sword currently swinging rather haphazardly between the wood it was lodged in, there was nothing but pure silence. He didn't know what to say, and honestly felt like he was just getting started with his sword, and so his high was gradually decreasing.

"Well I guess God choose a really good day to appear?" he said in a joking manner as he got the attention of Max. He wiped a bit of sweat of his brow, looking around again hoping that no demons survived the holy fire. Changing the subject, he noticed Max's bloody, injured hands. "Would you like me to heal those?"

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"SHIT!SHIT!SHIT!

Niorin yelled as she ended up slipping on the ground as she heard the shots penetrate the windows and nearly make mincemeat out of Darius were it not for the demon in the way. Her ears were fairly pointed, and she could even feel the small hairs on the back of her neck prick up at the sudden sound. "GODDDD" she yelled again as she rubbed her ears, the racket from the weapon made painful decibels penetrate her poor sensitive ears, they already started ringing. She put a stifle on her annoyance for a moment to see if Darius was alright, she asked him "You okay?" before her eyes peered down the hallway to already see more demons approaching. The school just seemed to fall to hell as students wandered out of their classrooms, no doubt alerted to the fact that the school was under attack. Good thing they were clearing the hallways so the two of them could get some leeway into defeating the damned abominations. Her ears were ringing, but quite honestly she felt more than ready to fire off a few arrows into some demon ass. She was at least able to hear Darius putting a dent on their previous plans, no reason to go out there if they already infiltrated the place they were supposed to be protecting. She hoped that they wouldn't be blamed for being ambushed, but the widespread nature of the creatures, made Niorin think that there was no way that students of the Academy were remotely ready for a threat of this size. "Enemies may come from any side. Please keep an eye on our rear; I've got the front."

"Alright I got you, just don't fuck up or anything." she said, more than likely not realizing the bluntness of her statement, as she retrieved a different, neutral arrow to fire with her bow, no need for bombs, or poisons she guessed. She looked behind her while having her body face squarely in the opposite direction from Darius, as he bared his weapon, and those sharp needles he called teeth, Niorin smirked for a moment. "I guess the shark dweeb actually has some tricks up his sleeve eh?" She thought for a moment before addressing him. "Just be sure not to bite me, I bite back." she joked, but who really knows what context it was under. She pulled the bow string, affixing the arrow slowly, as a few demons were preparing to lunge forward, she wanted to make sure this shot was enough to catch all of them in one if her aim was right. Her Pupils sharpened considerably like a sight would on a sniper like weapon, with enough focus she launched her arrows, knowing that her arrow would penetrate a few bodies. Yet her expression changed as soon as the demons were burned in a fiery light, the brightness of it caused Niorin to cover her eyes for a second, thinking that it was harmful, but considering it could have very well been since she was also a demon, fortunately she was far enough to feel only a lick of those powerful flames. Her irritation raised to the point where she cursed. "Damn it, I just want to kick some fucking ass, and I'm stopped at every moment." she chided herself.

"Well someone definitely saved our asses Shark-Boy." she said with a hint of annoyance in her voice, before placing her hand on her hip. Her eyes narrowed in frustration. "How stupid..." she muttered as she sighed.

La Vie Boheme (Slice-Of-Life/City/'90s)

Rare said
Where do you guys get pictures of the apartments?

Typically I just go on Google and search up 'small apartments tumblr', since it usually comes out with decent photographs.

Retaking Jump City

nevermind

La Vie Boheme (Slice-Of-Life/City/'90s)

Finished all my sheets, and right before I had to go to work too :),
Oh, I'm a 92 baby, so 92 representing.

Stephanie96 said
You don't have to download it if you use this way.http://fontmeme.com/calligraphy-fonts/It's the same general concept, type in your text, pick the font, colour and size and then drag the font onto a new tab and insert as an image.

hmm never thought it like that, though I always thought it was generally safer to make sure it was uploaded elsewhere, since the image would break on a forum if you didn't save and link it straight from the site instead.

La Vie Boheme (Slice-Of-Life/City/'90s)

Leon the Professional though >.< one of my all time favorite movies.

The Demon Hunters' Academy

Will make a post after my shift is over in a few hours. Hopefully I won't be too tired.

La Vie Boheme (Slice-Of-Life/City/'90s)

Gonna make some image changes to my characters, and add the third one I was planning in, also I changed Theo to a Boxer since that seemed to fit the most as far as what his dream occupation would be. If you see the pictures change don't be alarmed, I'm just trying to get the aesthetic I want for the CS.s >.<

La Vie Boheme (Slice-Of-Life/City/'90s)

DragonBeastMode said
Saving spot going to have cs up tomorrow^^.And Stephanie and Hell how do you do you char names like that in that style?

http://fontmeme.com/fonts-by-themes/

pick a theme, type what you want in the text box there are many different types of fonts, so you'll have to generate many of them to get the one you want (you can even choose a color and size), make sure you download/save it on to your computer, and upload to someplace like imgur or photobucket then you post it here.

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I might end up making a third character

La Vie Boheme (Slice-Of-Life/City/'90s)

Name:
Theodore Marvin Jackson
(prefers to be called Theo)
Age:
19
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Gay
Occupation:
Works At Supermarket/Struggling Boxer
Apartment Description:

A dingy looking place which really is multiple rooms put together as one, Theo choose it due to the multitude of windows, and it provides ample space to practice, and while it doesn't look particularly nice or anything he wouldn't move anywhere else. It is basically one living room, dining room, kitchen, and bedroom all in one space, along with a bathroom at the back, located in a high-rise.



Personality:
Suffice it to say, Theo is like any other everyday guy. Save for his witty sarcasm, and his potty mouth. Theo is as nice, and as helpful as anyone could be. Noted by anyone who stands around him for more than ten minutes, the young man is a hard worker, loyal, and trustworthy, he takes it upon himself to be as honest as possible, but sometimes this honesty may be seen as frank or harsh, but he never means to come across this way. To some, Theo may seem a little sheltered, and quiet, but he usually goes through intense thinking processes before he does most anything, meaning that he can be calculated in his responses and actions. As far as his inner feelings, Theo is actually quite sensitive at heart, and will not stand for being insulted or taking damage to his character, this sensitivity extends onto even his close friends, where he may be caught viciously defending them. He takes too much to heart, and should for the future try and ward off things that may seem to hurt him, but Thaeo has never exactly had a stable self esteem, except when concerning his skill with machinery. The boy has set some negative aspects about himself, particularly the fact that he's always wanting to take charge when a project comes his way, and that he has a hard time accepting help from others. Despite his low self esteem, confidence seems to be brimming in him. He is also instilled with a sort of hardy, aggressive air about him, when he wants something done, he does it himself, and regrets nothing that he does. He is never unsure, or short footed, and he always has an answer for everything he does.

Thaeo is not very sentimental, or nostalgic at all, he tends to disassociate with anything that reminds him of his past, to move on towards the future with no shame. He is quite studious, and intelligent, but when something doesn't hold his attention he will stray immediately and refuse to do it, often causing problems between him and authority. He abhors being held back from his ambitions, and can be lured into trouble by virtue of being argumentative, and straightforward. He can be a bit of a jokester, and he cusses so often that even his closest friends often ignore it. Theo is a practical person, who tries to find a practical use for everything, he pays attention to precise details, and can be almost obsessive when something becomes a major interest for him.

History:
Theo's early years consisted of hardships, being the youngest siblings out of six, and practically the only step child, he wasn't appreciated much by his other siblings, a majority of it due to the man his mother decided to be with. He, unlike the man who fathered the rest of his siblings, was less than willing to take responsibility for his son Theodore, and thought of him as a mistake, his relationship with Theodore's mother quickly deteriorated once he realized that his mother was pregnant, and had 5 other children, finding this out made it easy to make the choice to move far away, his mother was never able to reestablish contact with him. His other siblings didn't take kindly to the situation, so there was sometimes resentment between them and Theodore, not only this the fact that he was biracial and looked radically different from his siblings made it hard for all of them to get along like they should of. Either way, regardless of the disconnect they still were siblings and nothing would change that. Theodore could remember a few cherished moments between him and his siblings, and despite their rare occurrences he treasures them deeply. Before he was turned 12, most of his siblings were off to live on their on their own or to attend college, leaving him alone, and to branch off on his own activities. It was shortly after this that he found the freedom to express his sexuality, to experiment with guys in a similar situation as him. As a scrawny preteen, Theodore was an easy target of bullying, and was often taunted and threatened at school (or even around where he lived) about his sexuality, most people weren't aware, but those who did were relentless towards him. It was shortly after having enough of people taunting him, that he turned to boxing to alleviate his problems.

During his preteen years he became involved with the sport to keep his ind off his situation at home, but it wasn't long before he found out that hitting people seemed to be great therapy for his troubles. What was therapy quickly turned into a hobby, an then into something he had a serious interest in, once he realized that he was talented and more than dedicated to continue boxing. So at his age, he waits until the next competition, hoping that his skills take him somewhere beyond the local, dingy, boxing rings of East Village, New York.

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Name:
Blake Akina-Bahe
Age:
23
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Pansexual
Occupation:
Dancer/Works as Teacher at local Dance studio

Apartment Description:


A bit of a bunker, a small apartment, with a bed at the very top of the entrance followed by a somewhat old school appearance, if Blake had to say the place remind her of her grandmothers house that she used to visit all the time, and isn't at all surprised by the aesthetic considering that they were very close. It has one bedroom (if you could even call it that), and 1 bathroom, a well sized living room, and a rather small kitchen. Nothing too shabby or anything if she does say so herself.


Personality:
A truly mischievous young woman, Blake is the first to look before talking. She tends to finds herself in strange places nearly all the time, and her attention is almost always taken by a new book she picked up from the library about some arbitrary subject. She is strange and aloof, often times giving people the feeling that she may be playing games on them. Not that she always is anyways. One thing about Blake is that she has a largely infectious laugh and smile, she loves solving mysteries even if they are simple as missing keys, she has a deep love affair with nature in her surroundings If there was a animal she would compare herself to it would be that of the cat, and in much the same way she sees herself as a cat, always lurking, curious to a fault, and independent. She hates being tied down by other people and is quite stubborn when it comes to commitment. She has a tendency to have too much faith in her intelligence, in a way where she normally believes that she is right when it comes to most things, and it can be hard for to accept anyone's else's opinion on a matter she has already decided herself until she is proven totally wrong.

She likes to butt heads with people and is easily argumentative, she can also be slightly bossy at times, but she is usually very easy to deal with as long as you don't push her buttons. Most people see Blake as elusive, somewhat hard to get to know, and a bit aloof, but it may simply be that no one has yet to catch her attention as she'd like so therefore it leaves no space for her to get too close. Yet, even then she is able to carry a conversation easily, she isn't shy at all, she simply keeps to herself at times until someone approaches. People who are close to her, know her as impulsive, and energetic, she's the type of person who wouldn't shy away from exploring a haunted mansion, or who isn't afraid to tell someone off if she feels wronged. She is a quiet type of confident, and most people tend to be attracted to that side of her. She isn't exactly too open about her emotions, and tends to come off as someone who is levelheaded and calm when most needed.

History:
Blake was raised in an environment where it was imperative to do her very best. She was born in Hawaii to a Japanese mother, and Samoan Father, both of whom had very different ideas as to what they wanted her to achieve, either way Blake took to dancing from a very young age, but as indecisive as she was, she could never really meld into one style completely, but she seemed to be a natural at ballet of all things. Her parents being the more controlling types, which was even evident by the mash up of her last name, took note of her apparent talent, and even took her to competitions across the country, they had mistook her talent as being so important, that they actually encouraged their daughter to drop out of high school in order to pursue a career in professional ballet dancing. At that point it became apparent to Blake that her parents were seeing their daughter through a vacuum, and she sure as hell didn't want to live only to fulfill their wishes.

It was shortly after winning a competition, she gathered enough money from the winnings to move away from her parents and assimilate into the states. She cut off all contact she had with her immediate family to start a new life, preferably in New York where she knew she could probably find talent that was far better than her own, and a more stable lifestyle. Luckily here, she was not only completely free from the chain her parents had her on, she found new styles to practice, more people to give her legitimate criticisms, and many new companions to call her own. Although, there isn't a moment where she doesn't think of her parents, and what they might be doing or thinking. It is this that perhaps gives her half a mind to get enough money to visit them. Until then, she continues her rather content life in East Village.

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Name:
Aubrey Barnes
Age:
20
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Occupation:
College Student/Artist/Photographer
Apartment Description:
None, usually bunks with friends, and wanders from place to place, if he gets enough money, he'll rent a motel for a few days then back with some friends, sometimes he may even sleep on the streets. (if anybody wants to be roomates with him just tell me)


Personality:
Mellow, aloof, lackadaisical, eccentric; these are the words one would use to describe a strange character like Aubrey. Half the time it's as if he's on another planet, often locked in heated debates within himself about the nature of life with that same expression half way between a smile and neutrality. he's hard to decipher, a bit evasive, and down to earth, although his savvy is what makes him so easy to approach, whether it be in physical or intellectual pursuits Aubrey will always give his advice, but be wary that he will not take sides. He is a very spiritual person who feels most at balance within the confines of nature, unfortunately for him New York is not very naturey so usually the roof of a building and the fresh air beyond the city streets will have to do, and sometimes parks. Aubrey is noted with having a carefree attitude, meaning that he tends to forget or even ignore responsibilities in place of his own hedonistic activities which usually strike trouble for him. He is widely known to participate in recreational drug use when the occasion calls for it, and has a habit for Psychotropic drug like LSD or mushrooms whenever he can get his hands on it, otherwise Marijuana is always in question.

Aubrey is a humanitarian at heart, and seems to enjoy helping others when needed, even sometimes to the point to which it interferes with his own life. His compassion, and kindness are sometimes used against him and he has been a victim of being stepped on many times because of his vulnerability to absorb the problems and feelings of others. Because of this he purposely drifts away from others, in fear that they would use him the same way others have. He is easily amused by the nuances of everyday life, and he tries not to sweat the small stuff. Aubrey is typically seen as spaced out but is much deeper than most would think. Without any time to drift, he can become overwhelmed and depressed, even to the point of anxiety attacks or nervous breakdowns, most don't realize that his tendency to drift and daydream is vital to his well being and his art. In his company, many feel calm and relaxed around him giving others the feeling that they could tell him anything without being judged. Aubrey is also not one to deny the desires of the flesh, usually these desires are frugal and they rarely border past the need of food not normally found in regular shops.

History:
Born in the Allegany Indian Reservation in upstate New York, Aubrey was an orphan, who has never known his real parents, or had parenst to call his own. As such his younger years were full of freedom, and he was often the one riling up trouble in his foster home. He always wandered where he wasn't supposed to, and was rather autonomous at a young age. He was also the annoyance of his foster parents, and as soon as he was 18 they were probably glad that the lazy, often times disrespectful teen was gone.

Being able to live in New York has provided Aubrey the opportunity to express himself self in ways he couldn't on the reservation, and as such many that often bemoaned part of his past was as much a part of him as the present. Before leaving, his art was enough to gain a scholarship to one of the prestigious art schools in New York, unfortunately it wasn't enough to pay for Dorms, so most days he tries to find a stable place to stay if possible.

La Vie Boheme (Slice-Of-Life/City/'90s)

Stephanie96 said
HOAL!Also, I'm interested!

Hey, good to see you :)