Lady Seraphina

The Demon Within (modern day demons role play)

Hey guys, so I created a new OOC, partly because I thought up a better name, but mostly so I could add a Bestiary to the top of the OOC. If there's any creatures that you want me to add to it I'd be more than happy to do so. It's not finished yet but will be soon, sorry it looks like you're going to have to repost the stuff from the IC but we weren't that far in so it shouldn't matter too much.

Bound to the Abyss

Bound to the Abyss

Seven Years Ago
Lilith:
Lilith* ran down the deserted alleyway. It was midday and the sun hung high in the sky. She shouldn't be here. She had gotten careless and overconfident and the DIS had caught up to her. Lilith was a Vengeance Demon. Unlike others of the Djinn class she had a very special set of powers.

As Lilith understood it the original Vengeance Demons, then known as the Ultionis**, were created by God to dispatch the people of the world too wicked to live. That had not lasted long. Hell offered much more reward and enjoyment than the strict running’s of Heaven. When they had turned to Hell God stripped them of their rank but as they descended to the lowest levels rather than take their specific gifts God cursed them to hear the screams and wails of all the sinful acts upon the earth in the hopes that there pain would drive them back to their intended purpose.

It seemed to work, for a while before they discovered a taste for blood. They began burning the souls of those who had committed minor sins with the Flames of Damnation. A golden fire that sin could not tolerate the presence of. God like all the other demons banished them to Hell but like all the other demons the ones with enough determination clawed their way back out.

Lilith was not one of the originals, very few of them remained. No Lilith had been forged from the anger and vengeance of a thousand humans souls, then loosed upon the world. She had been exercised a half dozen times but she was one of the smarter ones. She was a demon that had lived on the Earth for a long while without attracting the attention of the light dwellers. Recently however her blood lust had overtaken her and now a petty human organization called the DIS was hunting her and they were skilled at their task.

They couldn't be more than half a minute behind her. She needed a way to hide. Lilith jumped and kicked herself off a loose brick on the wall narrowly grabbing a fire escape which she then swung herself up onto. She looked down, Lilith could see the agents with their armaments raised and she started to run again. Her current host had been track runner and so this came easily to Lilith. The Demon ran up the fire escape and onto the top of the building. She heard the screech of metal behind her as the fire escape was lowered but she didn't pause, she just kept running over rooftops leaping from building to building. The apartments in this part of LA were built so close together that it wasn't difficult. All too soon she came to the end of the residential district. There was a great field at the foot of building that had an old dilapidated school centered in the middle.

Lilith looked back and saw six agents surround her position. All point various weapons from sigils to Sig Saucers. "Not this time boys." She said her voice rasping like the smoke that made up her true form. Lilith jumped from the rooftop. As she hit the ground she heard both of her hosts legs snap breaking at three places along the bone. Her head hit the concrete and her skull caved in slightly but it didn't matter to Lilith. The now animated corpse would serve her well till she found a new body. Lilith took a moment to set the bones back in place and before she stood and kept running.

The school was her best bet for a new host, besides she liked her hosts young, in their prime. This one had been wearing out anyways. Every step she took Lilith felt the bones of her legs threaten to snap. It was only her smoky form that kept this body together. She didn't have a lot of time till the agents got here which included time to get through the schools doors. Instead Lilith climbed a maintenance ladder that someone had forgotten to retire and climbed up to the roof.

The top of the school was covered in gravel and a variety of sports balls that had failed to be retrieved. Lilith was looking for the door the janitor used access the roof.[/i] "Freeze demon." Lilith sighed. "That is such a generalization. I'm a Djinn and a Spirit of Vengeance to be more specific." The man's gun never wavered. Lilith closed her eyes and breathed in. "Mmmmm, delicious. Do you smell it too... Jason. The blood of the innocents on your hands, and the blood of those you determined had to die. Who gave you that authority?" "Does that give you anymore right to kill?" "I was given the right and the duty to kill by God." Not quite true but close enough. "What is your excuse? Now that little girl, the blood slave in the Southern East side, the one they devoured because you were to cautious. Will you be judged for that when you reach St. Peter's Gate... or will it happen now?"

Lilith drew her hand from behind her back where she had been carving a sigil into her palm with her finger nails. In her hand she held a great ball of Golden Flames. "The Flames of Damnation burn all but the purest." She threw it at him not expecting it to hit as it didn't but it forced him to dive for cover and in that time Lilith ran. There was a glass dome on the roof that no doubt led into some sort of performance hall, possibly a theater. Lilith punched the glass and it shattered. She leapt through with grace falling with the glass to the ground below. Her broken bones buckled again and she collapsed. The red smoke that made up her body started to swirl around her host as she searched for a way to get it running again.[/i]

Susanna Grace:
Susanna was a grade 11 student attending a Los Angeles Correctional for all the children that had too much in their past to be admitted anywhere else. Despite the fact that she was going to a school for delinquents and drop outs Susanna actually enjoyed it. The school had better funding than most places and as a result there art programs were running smoothly with decent teachers. She was currently in music class performing a solo of “The Voice” by Celtic Woman.

“I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain
I am the voice of your hunger and pain
I am the voice that always is calling you
I am the voice, I will...”

Susanna was interrupted by a crashing sound as the glass of the dome above them shattered and the body of a person fell with it. Susanna dove out of the way of the glass hastily packing her fiddle way in its case then in her backpack. The girl that had fallen into the room was pretty; she had long dark hair that was tied in a braid to keep it out of her face. Her features were delicate like an angel.

As she hit the ground dark red smoke starting to pour from her wounds staining the ground all around her as she lay still. The teacher and the students screamed and ran from the room yelling for someone to call the cops. Susanna didn't know why but the black red smoke didn't seem to frighten her. It should have it was clearly unnatural with no fire to cause it but Susanna felt like it was calling to her to help the poor girl on the ground.

Susanna approached the girl's broken body and let out a scream when the girl opened her eyes. Her gaze was malicious not one of pain. "Looks like we have ourselves a volunteer." Before Susanna could scream the smoke condensed itself and flew at her very fast. It funneled into her mouth and she choked on it coughing and hacking as it filled up her stomach and her lungs and her whole being. Until the smoke was all she could feel.

"Hello dearie, nice of you to offer up your body. I did so need a new vessel.

Susanna was shocked but she tried to speak. Who are you? Susanna tried to say but her voice became lost somewhere in her throat. The question appeared to have reached the demon’s ears though because it answered with a laugh. “Me, I’m Susanna Grace and I’m sure no one will dispute that when I’m cutting their throats. You however, you are clearly too strong to be banished to the furthest corners of this mind so you might as well have something to scream when the guilt collapses on you. Call me Lilith.” She said still laughing. Her laugh was unlike anything that Susanna had ever heard, unlike anything that had ever come out of her mouth. What scared Susanna even more was that everything the demon said she said with Susanna's voice, the voice of an innocent. No one would know that it was not Susanna that committed the crimes this demon had intended. The creature laughed again as this realization hit Susanna. Pausing only to select a few choice objects from the corpse of her former host Lilith went skipping down the hall.

"Sue wait up." said a voice from behind her. Lilith turned around. She was still becoming used to her new body but from Susanna's memories she could see that this girl was named Chelsea and she was best friends with Susanna. "Sue, history is that way; you can't go skipping class again. The Principles is watching you already, you don't want to get expelled." Lilith looked into Susanna's memory for a moment for a single fact about Chelsea and went she found what she was looking for the demon smiled maliciously. "The heart of a virgin, this will do nicely." Before Chelsea could scream Lilith plunged her hand into the girl's chest and ripped out her heart. A blood curdling shriek escaped Chelsea's lips before she fell down dead. Lilith smiled and stored the heart in Susanna's lunch box as Susanna looked on in horror.

Lilith was about to start running again for fear the DIS agents might turn up but she stopped. She needed an ace in the eventuality that she was caught. Lilith ducked into a janitor's closet and extracted a knife that she had taken from her previous host. She used it to shave off a layer of skin from Susanna's upper arm. Susanna screamed inside her skull but the sound did not penetrate the red smoke that filled her. Lilith used blood from the wound to draw a sigil on the newly made parchment. It was a triangle with an eye in the center. From the eye a spiral emanated forming a circle outside the triangle. Lilith rolled up the bloody paper and stuffed it into her back pocket. It was time to go.

Lilith needed a portal to escape and the heart would do nicely for a sacrifice but it wasn't enough if she was making the portal here. Luckily there was a Ley Line that converged in the city three blocks from the school in an abandoned warehouse. Lilith ran fast and was there in no time. Her host was in peak physical condition.

Lilith entered the warehouse and used the blood from her still wounded arm to draw the necessary markings onto the cold concrete. When she was finished Lilith placed the heart in the center and snapped her fingers. Black flames consumed the heart and Lilith started to chant in a long dead dialect that only the demons understood.

The heart, and the flames and the sigils morphed into a blue white light. Her portal was ready.

A shot rang out and a searing pain burned across Lilith's shoulder. Lilith tried to walk into the portal and escape but her legs would not move. "Devil's trap carved on a bullet. You're not going anywhere."

"Smart, Lilith said her true voice ringing out in the stillness. "I wonder how much good it will do you beyond the grave." Lilith pulled out the parchment and threw it at Jason's feet. He dove for cover as the golden flames expanded in front of him. The fires missed burning him by inches. With the time she had bought Lilith dug into her shoulder and pulled the bullet out before she stepped into the portal and vanished.

Over the next four years Lilith performed unspeakable acts with Susanna’s body, murder and torture and seduction and destruction and through it all nothing Susanna did could stop Lilith, not when she slit a barman’s throat and made a cocktail with his blood, not when she cut the limbs one by one off a group of triplet children, not even when Lilith hacked apart a convent and all the sister’s in it. Lilith had several more encounter with the DIS most specifically the agents of the LA field office who had come to be experts on her particularly. The one demon they couldn't catch. In their last encounter Lilith succeeded in killing Jason, the one agent who was always inches away from destroying her. That was why she chose to leave America for a little while; Ireland seemed like a good place to hide out.

Three Years Ago
Lilith:
Lilith strode through the Ireland hills. It was a beautiful country and Lilith loved the smell of the air. She was not like other demons who merely sought destruction. Lilith could enjoy the air and the sky and the sea even if she did think it would look better coated in blood. Lilith had been lying low in Ireland ever since she had killed one of the DIS agents three months ago. She knew after that there entire fighting force would be put up against her so she needed somewhere to hide. The outskirts of Ireland seemed as good a place as any. Since she could no longer threaten and kill for what she needed Lilith had taken to playing Susanna's fiddle for money or room and board. Susanna had been a top notch fiddle playing and now so was Lilith. She was course did not stop killing but she became more discrete luring her victims out into the hills and leaving no trace of their existence or death behind.

This particularly fine day Lilith had a set goal in mind. There was a remote monastery that the people spoke of in awe and Lilith planned to show them just how little protection there "God" really offered. Soon she was at the location on top of a hill overlooking the sea. Lilith composed her face into a scared and pathetic look before she knocked on the door. A spy whole opened and a Monk looked out. "What is your business?" "Please sir, I wish to beg forgiveness for my sins." The monk closed the hole without a word or sound before the gates of the monastery opened. The Monk led her to a central chamber. "Wait here while I fetch the brethren."

Lilith waited in anticipation. She wanted all the Monks together when she started to strip off their skin. Twenty four monks filled into the room forming a complete circle around Lilith. "It is funny," said one who appeared to be there leader. "I never knew demons wished to attend confession."

Lilith reacted immediately holding her hands out meaning to cause the torch brackets to impale the monks but nothing happened. "Come now, did you think we would be unprepared for the soldiers of Hell." He pointed upwards where an intricate symbol consisting of hundreds of runes and sigils was drawn carefully. It must have taken months to construct a trap capable of not only containing any demon but also keeping their powers within the trap.

"A Devil's Trap." said Lilith real fear filling her voice for the first time. The fear woke Susanna who though awake for the whole four years had sunk back into a state of apathy to deal with all she had watched her hands do. Susanna watched excitedly not saying a word. “How long do you think till I figure a way out of this, and you know I will.” Lilith said it with a gusto that she did not feel.

“Most likely a couple of days perhaps weeks but you don’t have that long. Monks prepare the circle of obliteration.”

You finally bit off more than you could chew Lilith. This is where you pay for everything you forced me to do. This is my revenge.

“Shut up you insignificant fly, I have more things to worry about than a silly girl still thinking she can make a difference.”

The monks around the circle froze and all turned to look at the eldest for instructions. “The vessel lives.” He said simply. He nodded at his brothers and they changed their tactic, moving into a different formation and aiming their magicks at the ruin trap rather than at Susanna and Lilith. A light shot from each of their hands and converged over the ruins. It filled the room with a golden light that caused Lilith to scream. For the first time in a long while Susanna found herself present, not just an onlooker. “Thank you, thank you. I can never repay you for this.” Susanna’s voice burst forth and for once in the last six years it was truly her own. “This is not permanent child. What is your name?” said the eldest monk.

“Susanna,” she said barely able to breath for the tears trailing down her face. “Does this mean that she’ll come back?” “Yes,” said the monk slowly “once you leave this light she will return.” “Please, please,” Susanna begged. “Cast her out, I can’t go through that again.” “She is a special and specific kind of demon, she had not only taken over your body but pollute your entire being. Your soul is tainted with her powers. There is a length procedure which could be undertaken to rid you of her but act of untangling two souls bound together would be very painful and most likely kill you and set her free. None of us want that least of all you.”

Susanna looked at him the hope draining from her eyes. “Then kill me. Destroy us both like you were going to. Better one girl dies than a hundred or a thousand.”

“There is another option Susanna. We could swap your roles. We could bury her in your soul and give you control. We can't promise that she will remain dormant. She may rear up within your mind.”

“Do it.” Susanna said without hesitation.

“Susanna, this is not something done lightly she could make your life a living hell if she awakens. You may come to curse us before your life ends.”

“She’s already led me through hell and back. She murdered my father with my hands and countless other people. So do it, push her down. Give me my life back.”

The eldest monk looked at her sorrowfully “As you wish my lady.” He and the other monks lowered their beams of light till they converged on Susanna and Lilith. The scream that escaped their lips was a mixture of Lilith’s hideousness and Susanna’s pain. This hurt them both but when the light cleared Susanna could move freely outside the light.

Susanna slept in the monastery that night and the next day the monks gathered enough money for a boat ticket back to America. Susanna spent several months trying to get home but the Monks were right. Her freedom was not what she had expected or wanted.

Lilith was more powerful even bound than Susanna had been in her place. She whispered into Susanna’s mind. As the months went on Susanna’s consciousness started to blur with Lilith’s. She heard the sins of everyone she passed and it left her with a desire to make the guilty party pay. Susanna did her best to push out the voices with loud fiddle music and noise cancelling headphones. She had to keep moving from place to place to avoid hurting anyone and she had to stay on the road because of the warrants for murders that Lilith had done with Susanna’s name and face.

Even though they demanded that she burn sins with them Susanna had trouble conjuring the Flames of Damnation without the demons help. When she went to long without punishing anyone the Flames started to whisper and shout and it was only then when Susanna was on the point of madness that Lilith would help her summon the flames. The monks were right, Susanna’s freedom was not all that she had expected or wanted and she often cursed them for the magic while still feeling that she owed them everything.

*Just a note, this isn't the Lilith from Christian mythology, the first wife of Adam and mother of the demons. This is just a more ordinary and standard demon who shares the same name.

** I really suck at naming things, if anyone else has any suggestions I'm all ears.

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Main Settings

DIS Headquarters

These tunnels had not always belonged to the DIS. This place at its top level was once a cathedral that sunk beneath the ground during an earthquake. This made it hallowed ground, a very powerful symbol that caused weakness in general demons and killed the weaker ones as well as preventing ghost manifestation. After this several different organizations and buildings had been built on top of the land at various times. It was discovered in 1842 by miners caught up in the gold fever caused by the discovery of the precious metal in Placerita Canyon.

What happened to it after its initial discovery is murky. No records remain of its existence between 1843 and 1946. At this time it was again discovered during the craze to build atomic shelters after the A-bomb destroyed Hiroshima and Nagasaki. It had since 1842 been restored and expanded. Some miles below the surface the original cathedral had been restored. Whoever had occupied it was long dead. Everything abandoned. The structure had been built into several different facades of LA. At its point closest to the surface level there is an enormous chamber which is linked to the city’s waterways.

It is a chamber with four entrances each pointed in one of the cardinal directions (north, south, east, west). At the diagonals of these entranced are rivers feeding in from the pipes. In the center is an island made by the rivers. One this island a great sigil which no one was able to recognize or identify is carved into the stone, it is the one on the front page of the OOC. A bridge crosses over from each of the entrances.

When it was first discovered there was also a rudimentary residential area. The original tunnels zigzag and cross each other often leading in dead ends. After a thorough investigation in which the purpose of this area was not understood the DIS was given the space by the government. By this time a school had been built over top of it. The school was shut down under the guise of renovations as the DIS carved there HQ into the stone. The older tunnels are still made of roughly carved stone while the newer ones resemble the hallways of a parking structure.

The DIS started with a central space, an enormous area which spans three floors. The bottom is littered with desks with top of the line computers were analysts sit doing research, advising strike team members on how to kill certain things. Getting them credentials for what they need or information from local law enforcement areas. LA is the hub of DIS activity in America. The second level is air with a catwalk leading around the edges and crisscrossing in the middle connecting four doors that like the water room above are set at the cardinal direction.

The top level is a circular room attached to the ceiling. This is the Commanders office. The walls are made of glass but the floor is opaque so no one can see in from below. There is also a catwalk leading from four entrances to the Commanders office in the center.

The entire central space is spherical except for the flat bottom. On the bottom level is a great library which contains the hardcopy of every Occult volume that the DIS has in its possession. Below the library is a secret storage room that contains all the relics too dark and dangerous to have their existence common knowledge amongst the staff. On the second floor there is a state of the art medical centre which utilizes a combination of advances medical tactics and magic. Directly across from it on the other side of the main area is the morgue, self explanatory.

Built into the top level there are a vast number of residential rooms for the various agents that need to stay on campus, people they need to protect or seeking asylum. The crude residential areas constructed by the previous tenants on the bottom level have been turned into the containment areas. Places that are covered in so many sigils, seals and runes that God himself wouldn't be able to work his mojo in there.

On the same level as the residential district is a truly superb kitchen manned by a creature with blue skin and a truly impressive number of arms. He has the ability to know what type of food will improve someone’s mood by the way they smell and makes it upon their entry whether they ask or not. There is a training room/gym on the second level along with the medical center to make physical therapy easier to reach.

The DIS water room is linked through all the entrances. All entrances regardless of there location route either through the South or North entrances. The East and West ones lead to spiraling staircases that lead down into the spherical main room through all three levels. So the staircases are contained in glass tubes that are located on the 45 degree and 285 degrees inside the big spherical room. In case of emergency a specific phrase will cause the staircase steps to collapse into a disk that can be ridden up and down quickly. These stairs were part of the original design. They also extend five steps below the bottom of the room but merely stop, dead ending.This room is exactly mile in length and diameter.

If I've forgotten a facility that you think should be there tell me or if there something you need more clarity on. You're free to make up entrances to the DIS headquarters from the school. They have to be hard to access for anyone other than a DIS agent and have to route through the central chamber. Other than that I don't have a preference. I'll make the lost time from 1842 to 1946 a plot point later on.

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Bestiary:

Vampires

In the time of the ancients when man was young and demons ruled the earth God called down his forces to rid the world of these evils. As the last of the ancients was driven from this plane of existence he fed on a human mixing his blood with there's. This was the birth of the first Vampire.

Vampires are immortal, from the moment they rise from the ground they will never age. With this immortality comes many gifts, they are granted endurance, great strength, speed. They have heightened senses and advanced healing. All these things however come at a cost. From the moment a Vampire rises from the grave they will never again see sunlight and live. The touch of the rays burns there skin to ash. The name of god in any language chokes them and the touch of the crucifix melts there skin. There heart doesn't beat and as such they do not need to breath though fresh Vampire may as a reflex. There are several ways to kill a vampire. The most famous is plunging a stake into ones heart, beheading is quite effective as well as draining them completely of blood.

Vampires must drink blood to maintain the gifts that being a Child of the Night brings. Without blood a Vampire will not die, not for a very long time but he will waste away slowly. First his strength and speed will leave him, then his mind. if left too long in this state he will go mad, turning into a mindless agent of destruction from which no amount of blood will bring him back. Human blood is a Vampires first choice, but any form will do, deer, dog, cat, bird. Human, however, is the most effective in replenishing strength. The difference between animal and human being similar to that of decaf and regular coffee. Warlock blood can have strange effects on Vampires and is considered a taboo in there society.

In order to be turned into a Vampire a human must be drained of blood and then drink the blood of a Vampire. They will fall into a state almost like death, just barely alive unable to cross to the next world. They must be buried in the ground, preferable in a cemetery. In the dark they will have to claw there way out of the ground with only there fingers. Any Vampire unable to do so is left in the ground, alive and starving, considered too weak to be accepted by his kin. When he rises he will be filled with an insatiable hunger that only blood can fill. In this state he would devour anyone, even his best friend if it meant blood.

A Darkling is a human who has tasted Vampire blood without being drained of his own. He will gain mild forms of Vampirism. A slight aversion to sunlight, a liking for raw meat, an inability to touch a cross or say the name of god. These effects will wear off in time as the Vampire blood makes it's way out of his system but a Darkling will feel drawn back to the Vampire whose blood he tasted. Not many are strong enough to resist the pull long enough to avoid being made into a full Vampire.

Werewolves

Lycanthropes are children of the Moon. There Origins date back to the ancients times very close to the creation of Vampires. The demon whose blood was used to make Werewolves was a bitter enemy of the first Vampire's sire. As such the hatred between these two races is literally in there blood.

Warlocks

Warlocks are part Demon part Human.

Faeries

The Fair Folk some of the oldest magical creatures in existence. There origins tell that they were born of both angels and demons. They possess the beauty, grace and nobility of angels while harboring the malevolence and cruelty of demons.

They are unable to lie or break a promise. They might, however, tell what they believe is true, even if it is not. They may also expertly weave lies into sentences by not telling the whole truth, letting others assume things, or not correcting the people with whom they're speaking; this does not, however, apply to half-fey, who can lie as easily as any other being

Nightmares

Nightmares are often classified as demons though this is not accurate.

Demons

Demon is a large category that applies to many different creatures with many different origins. The one thing all demons have in common however is there love of destruction and lack a soul.

Religiously, they are defined as Hell's denizens and the servants of Satan, though this is not always accurate as Demons can come from many places and serve many masters. The most famous and well known Demons are those created by Lucifer and the Fallen angels after they were cast out of Heaven however these are only one facade of all that demons are. Demons come in a large variety of species and forms, their numbers said to be infinite.

Angels

Other than the fact that they were created by God, their early history remains unknown. It is known that they are old, possibly older than the Earth itself. Much has been done in their name, both good and evil, even though the number of confirmed manifestations of angels on Earth in its Four and a half Billion years is less then fifty.

Among all the denizens of Earth, little is known about angels and much is conjectured; few who might speak knowledgeably live to do so. The general consensus is that the physical forms of angels are shaped like humans, but are much larger, winged, and glow with heavenly fire; however, many authors have suggested that when angels do manifest on Earth, they take whatever shape witnesses will recognize as angelic. As immortal beings of pure spirit, angels must take on a corporeal form to exist on Earth.

They possess superhuman strength, sufficient to hurl whole hoards of demons into outer space from the surface of the Earth. Supposedly, angels possess the ability to alter reality as perceived by humans. As ancient beings they concern themselves very little with the goings on of humans. They are on the whole deeply indifferent to the travails of the mortal realm. They are not merely messengers or guardians, they are the soldiers of God's army and emissaries of his wrath and vengeance. They are not patient or tolerant of human frivolities.

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DIS Roster:

Saarebas
Luka Istomin|Crimson

Zherdee
Cian Machello|Listener

BuriedComic7
Curtis Grey|Garou

Fat Boy Kyle
Alex Cain|Striker

Skai
Emilia Charleston|Phoenix

TheUnknowable
Kyle Harkness|Dreamwalker

WileyCoyote
Allysse Blanc|TBD

Contrary Entities:

Prince of Seraphs
Susanna Grace/Lilith|Hellfire

Shiinen
Sythacc/Eika Munashii|Madness Incarnate

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Casting for supernatural creatures.


Why not? I killed mine. I killed their friends... and their friend's children...
For a hundred years I offered ugly death to everyone I met, and I did it with a song in my heart.
- Angel about his past as a Vampire

In Los Angeles a child looks into the shadows of his closet or the park outside his window and he sees faces in the darkness and he calls for his mother who assures him that it is just his imagination but she does this for her own sake as much as his because she sees the faces too. With eyes red like blood and teeth sharp as razors they linger in the night waiting. Every demon and monster has it's own agenda but they all end the same way no matter how grand or small the scheme they all end with the blood of innocents on clawed hands.

People lie awake at night telling themselves that everything is normal and they believe it, in the City of Angels no one sees what lurks just out of sight and no one goes looking for fear of what they might find. People have seen, people do care but so many are too scared to reveal anything. That is what we are here for.

We are people who know the truth and aren't afraid to fight it. We are people who know the score and fight for the safety of this city. We were commissioned by the governments who took notice to combat the forces of darkness, control the spread of chaos. We are a team equipped to handle these situations. We have been granted the use next gen technologies and powers we can't hope to comprehend. We have enchanters and witches and angels and werewolves and even us regular humans. Whatever it takes to keep the darkness from tearing this city apart. We are the glue that binds Los Angeles together and we cannot fail.

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Since the dawn of time there have always been those creatures that should not exist upon the mortal plane. Demons who bit and tore and clawed there way out of hell and into our world. Monsters who love nothing more than to devour the blood of the innocent. However the creatures that inhabit the dark have never been unapposed. There have always been those that see into the darkness and know what is really there.

Many hundreds of years ago it was King Arthur and his Knights as well as the Wizard Myrddin who fought them. Then cults such as the Egyptian House of Life and still later that burden was handed to the Church whose fear and paranoia did far more damage than good. Regardless there have always been organizations who fight in the shadows against the forces of evil. Though the team has never been more effective or prepared demonic activity and the appearance of monsters has been growing steadily over the last six months. Something is coming and coming fast.

In 1891 the famous London Serial Killer, the Whitechapel Murderer or Jack the Ripper was captured by an investigative squad. It became immediately clear that whatever Jack had done he was not human. Before his private execution Jack spoke openly of the end of humanity and the beasts that hide in the darkness that no one sees. The leaders of Britain were scared and so formed a secret organization to investigate such occurrences. Over time it became clear that this was not merely limited to Britain but was all over the world. The organization that London had formed was forced to export itself in conjunction with the governments of various countries. The agents of D.I.S (Demonic Investigative Squad) were sent to various locations around the globe establishing Headquarters in Germany, France, Italy, Russia, America and even Canada. Over time and with the various instance of the local governments D.I.S became domesticated recruiting agents from there local area. Though they still answer to the Home Office in London the branches for the most part have become entities onto themselves.

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Alright let the demon hunting begin. I'm willing to accept characters of other raises such of vampires, werewolves, witches etc within reason. Such characters would be accepted or denied on a CS by CS basis. It is best that we get a diverse cast so more than one of these will most likely not make it but again CS by CS basis. In the interest of keeping things balanced it would be best that your characters each have an area of expertise. Technology and equipment, Hacking, arcane abilities, extensive demonic knowledge that sort of thing.

The only rule I have is to avoid creating a character based in the Heavenly element, no angels graced or otherwise, no Nephilim, no Prophets, and no Fallen Angels. Sorry but these kinds of characters tend to weight on the powerful side very early on and there existence would shift the focus of the RP so I apologize and hope that you are still interested.

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Stargate - Alliances

Can I shoot him? It would add credibility to his story :)

Unlikely Heroes

There read and posted.

Unlikely Heroes

When the man had suddenly appeared in the cells Christian hadn't been aware of what had happened immediately. Carter stopped talking suddenly and he realized from the conversation that this intruder was someone that wasn't supposed to be inside this base. He must be one of these Reformers that Carter had talked about. Minutes later Christian felt someone grab the back of his shirt and his surroundings suddenly changed.

Not that he saw any of this or really even "felt" it. No Christian knew that he was in a different place because between one second and the next he could feel sun on his face and wind rustling through his cloths. He could feel the platform he was on moving slightly this way and that as well as hear the sound of wheels on a road. He was in a car, or van more likely judging by the number of people he could hear talking. There was a number of conversations that Christian didn't really tune into.

There was sand on the floor of this van and Christian used his hands to feel his way to the corner bumping into several people as he moved. The best thing he could do was keep quiet and listen as these Reformers talked. Given that they hadn't used armed forces, guns or tranquilizers like the last abductors Christian was more inclined to listen.

Christian slumped into the corner and waited, listening. After a time her heard one of the voices which he'd identified as the Reformers swear and start to talk about the chopper that was following them as well as a number of SUVs. Christian couldn't feel too happy about this. These men, the Reformers hadn't done anything too them. In fact they had been relatively pleasant driving company while the group that was chasing them apart from now aiming shots at the van had pumped them full of drugs and buried them in a prison cell.

The one that someone had been calling "stretch" gave them some very rushed and slightly panicked advice. Get to the thicket. Christian swallowed suddenly not sure that he actually could. Despite all the turmoil around him Christian's second sight hadn't kicked in. He couldn't know what was around him, in a rushed situation on unfamiliar grounds he didn't know where to go.

The van was being buffeted. This way and that it swerved until finally a particularly bad turn sent it careening to one side and fell to the ground. It rolled several times. Over and over. Christian cracked his head on something. His breath was coming in short gasps now. He didn't like unstable cars or crashes. Calm, collected, safe... He hit his shoulder at a bad angle and he felt an explosion of pain as he heard a pop of the socket coming loose.

His left arm hung limply and he scrambled one armed in the direction he thought was outside. The direction that the sand had exploded in. Something skimmed his good arm and it exploded in pain and with it the world became clear all around him. He didn't have time to focus on details. The thicket that he'd been told to run for was right. He ran after the rest of the group. His cloths getting caught on brambles and thorns and his leather jacket tearing more than it already was.

He could feel the bullets as they go farther away. Apparently no one was interested in them. It was the Reformers that they wanted first. This little rag tag group was an afterthought. Finally they got to a clearing. Christian felt the sun on his face and all at once his vision faded away leaving behind a dull pounding headache which seemed inconsequential in comparison to the injured sounds of everyone else. He gathered that one man was shot in the foot and the paranoid girl sounded like she had a head injury but otherwise he thought they'd come out of it unscathed. The crying girl was of course throwing up. She sounded in an awful state but alive.

If they survived this perhaps one of the Reformers could teach him to keep his "sight" on all the time, though he reflected with how his head felt now perhaps that was not such a good idea. "Where do we go now?" he groaned out at everyone else. Without realizing it he had made up his mind to fight with the Reformers given the choice but there was every likely hood that they were about to be captured.

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