Lady Seraphina

Mark of the demon.

If we want to stick to the original order then it's that witch guy Urisk's turn.

Urisk
Nianxi
Rinic
Mahtan
Seth
Susanna

I believe that is the original order but I don't think it really matters as long as you didn't post last and have something new to say.

Mark of the demon.

Hope you enjoy yourself Nate.

Vlad, basically it's anyone's turn but mine since I just went. Shall we get this rolling?

Mark of the demon.

Dude, there's no shame in dropping out but before you do just think about why you're doing it.

I think I can speak for everyone when I say that we don't have a problem with the way you write. Some of us might write longer posts than you but that doesn't matter. You have a good solid character and you're writing is clear.

If you insist that we're writing better than you maybe that's a good thing. After all when a novice blacksmith wants to improve his craft he seeks out a master not another apprentice. (Not saying any of us are masters at this, it just a metaphor.) If you think we're better than you just keep going with us and you style is bound to improve.

Just because your posts might not be as long as some of the others doesn't make one better than the other. Everyone role plays differently and everyone writes differently. Your posts don't have to be as long as my arm like Seth was to be good, just write what comes and we'll work with it.

If you want to drop out go ahead but make sure that it's for the right reasons.

Also I'm having trouble remembering everyone's usernames. Would it be possible for us to give eachother a name to call them. It doesn't have to a real name.

For instance, I'm Quinn.

Mark of the demon.

Susanna sat in the bar sipping her drink slowly. She shouldn't be here she knew that all too well but she'd been on her own, not another soul for the last three months she thought she deserved a reward. Who was she kidding. She didn't deserve anything for not killing anyone in the last three months. The wine that they served here was bitter but it let Susanna forget. At least for a time. That was until there was an explosion at the bar.

“I KNOW THE KING!” yelled an energetic man to the high heavens. His drink sliding down the bar and shattering on the end. He appeared to realize that he'd been screaming for he sat down quickly and began talking again in a softer tone. Slowly the normal sounds of the bar which had gone silent returned and Susanna went back her drink.

Do you see the one at the bar, not the screamer but the other one?
"Shut up, I don't want you here." Susanna muttered to herself hoping no one else had heard.
Do you see him?
"Yes I see him now be quiet."
Lilith became annoyed at this. I was once a force to be feared. I killed people in there sleeps, slaughtered whole villages. I will not talked down to by a child.
"You're not that powerful any more Lilith and you don't really have a choice." To keep Lilith from talking about her conquests which was both distracting and nauseating, Susanna turned to the bar. "What about him?"
He's a demon slayer. Well perhaps that is too strong a word. He is more like a demon slayer "in training"
Susanna had a feeling that Lilith had some other word for it in her head but hadn't spoken it to keep Susanna interested.
"What about it?" she asked.
Take a sniff of the air. You can smell it on him."
Susanna sniffed the air and sure enough a strange scent came to her nose. It was like freshly baked bread, and an oak burning stove. Not quite, more like fresh bread when the ingredients have been badly proportioned and a stove that's been filled far beyond capacity. The effect was strangely intoxicating and repulsive at the same time. It brought back the memory of smoke and a room hot like a sauna and and sweat covered bodies pushed together.
"He was one of your lovers? Who was he?"
He was not a major demon, not many have heard of him but he knew how to please a girl. His name was Karash.
The name elected a warm feeling in Susanna and she struggled to push it down. These were Lilith's feelings not hers. She had her own life now and she didn't want anything to do with the beast inside her. At the same time Susanna felt a rage towards this man, this murderer. NO! He was a demon slayer not a killer. Perhaps he didn't care for the host inside but he would not be condemned by her.
Come on girl, it's just a little one. No one would hold it against you. After all you have a demon in your soul. You could get away with it.
By this time the two men had wandered out of the pub and Susanna was relieved. She would not kill today.
You could still catch him. Remember how Karash used to make us feel? Tell me you don't want to see him dead.
Susanna couldn't honestly say that because a bubble of anger at this demon slayer was forming in her chest. She wanted him to pay.
"ENOUGH!" She yelled standing up. The glass in her hand shattered along with eight others all around the bar and three bottles of good wine behind the counter. Susanna looked at everyone in fear.
Now you've done it dearie. You're on your own for this one. Susanna felt Lilith disappear which she was grateful for.

Everyone in the bar was now staring at Susanna and she knew all to painfully why. She had used some of Lilith's demonic energy even by accident. She knew that her eyes, normally a sparkling blue which most would call attractive were now a deep jet black. Susanna heard a shout of "DEMON!" and the whole bar erupted into screams and yells for her head.

Susanna knew trying to explain would be futile so she grabbed her quarter staff and used it to smash the window behind her. Susanna cut her hands climbing out but it didn't matter. She had to run and she did. She ran far from the town till she tripped or more like slipped in a great pool of blood. She landed in an area where the sticky red liquid had turned the ground to mud.

Dearie, go on have a taste. It'll strengthen you. You have no idea the power of elven blood.

Susanna was initially repulsed but she could smell it and it smelled so very good. Like her father's baking on her birthday. She sat up took some in her hands and licked it, smearing blood on her face. It was the sweetest thing she had ever tasted until she realized that someone else was in the clearing, a man, the companion of the demon slayer. The blood turned sour in her mouth like fruit that's gone bad.

Susanna quickly wiped the blood from her face. She knew her eyes were still black and she feared what he would do to her so with great effort she pushed Lilith and her power down further. A gasp of pain escaped her lips. It hurt, badly making Lilith leave forcibly but when she opened her eyes again they were once more a sparkling blue.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm not a demon I swear just don't hurt me." Susanna pleaded tiredly. For a moment she almost welcomed death but then she remembered that if she died Lilith walked among mortals again. She sat down by a tree waiting for the man's reaction.

Times Have Changed, Camp Doesn't

I just realized that who Chione is. I think that makes Peter Adam's like half uncle or something. Man godly families are complicated.

If you like I can pick a different weapon. I just usually go for something out of the ordinary since everyone picks swords and bows and stuff. Not many people pick quarter staffs so I thought that would be a good pick but I don't mind changing it to something else it you like.

Mark of the demon.

Sorry to double post.

I looked into it further and I realized that you must all think I'm talking about the Judeo-Christian Lilith. The first wife of Adam and mother of the Succubi and Incubi. She is an incredibly powerful demon that not even I would try to put under a leash in a story.

I am really sorry that was not the Lilith I was talking about. We were doing a unit on Mesopotamia in History class and I just really like the name. I can change it if necessary.

Times Have Changed, Camp Doesn't

Peter sat calmly cross legged in deep in the forest. He came out here to practise, so no one else would get hurt. His head was down like he was in prayer and he was concentrating one keeping himself calm. Peter opened his eyes. The morning dew covering the grass for a meter around him was frozen solid. He didn't like anyone at camp to see this side of him. The angry and fearful side of him, the side that had killed Marcus. Mostly only the Satyrs and the tree nymphs knew of Peter's abilities and he tried to keep it that way. Of course all the campers had seen his claiming but for some reason not one of them had made the connection between the God of the North wind and ice power.

Frustrated Peter stood up and slammed his fist into the nearest tree. Pain shot up his arm but he wasn't focusing on that. From the spot that his fist touched on the tree ice spread over its surface still half the tree was covered in frost. The tree spirits would be furious. Peter backed away slowly. If only he could suppress this power of his. If only he could thaw the ice. Peter turned and ran from the tree. He knew that the satyrs would know it was him but he didn't care. He just needed a place to burn off some energy and some anger.

Peter was often up before the crack of dawn. The people in the Hermes cabin slept late and though Peter had been claimed he was still in the crossroads cabin because Boreas didn't rate high enough on the God's list of super powers to warrant a cabin. Even after that Percy Jackson had made his deal with the Olympians. Peter skidded to halt in the arena. It was deserted and Peter was happy. The only weapon that Peter carried on him was the sleek blade made of solid eternal ice that his father had made for him but since a dagger wouldn't be enough to hold him in the real world Peter had taken up the quarter staff. He picked one up from the armoury and set up a dummy in the arena with the orange camp half-blood t-shirt.

Then he started to hack and slash at it in good form pushing all his rage out through the stick. By the end there was nothing left of the dummy but straw and a torn shirt. Not finished, Peter drew his dagger and cleaved the dummy's helmet in half. Tired but no less anger or miserable Peter collapsed on a bench. He thought about when life was so much easier. When he could come and go as he pleased.

Mark of the demon.

I am really sorry about the wall of Text. I just sort of get going on a topic I like and I don't really stop. Sorry. I fixed it up a bit so that the Text doesn't look so horrendous. And I removed the demon lord thing.

The black eyes aren't Susanna's mark, they appear when Lilith's power is being exerted. I am really sorry I wrote this at like three in the morning and a couple of different things that I didn't explain very well have come together to form one conclusion that I never meant.

The mark on her neck meaning first one, it's not meant to mean that she is housing the first demon. It's a demonic symbol like say if I was wearing a cross you wouldn't assume I'm Christ. It's the same thing. It's just suppose to be a mark that holds great power, significance and in many communities fear. It's not meant to say that Lilith was the first.

I changed the thousand demons thing. When I first wrote it I meant it to be an exaggeration. That's how much it hurt it felt like she had a thousand inside her but then I was tired and... now I'm rambling and making excuses, really sorry. It was more like she had several demons that surged through her and left in moments and Lilith was the only one that took a liking to Susanna as a host but to Susanna it felt like many many years.

I'm not really sure what you mean by god modding. Sure Susanna has a lot of power but she can't control it and it's far more likely if she uses it to hurt everyone except her target. Most of the other characters have that kind of power but none of them know how to use it so I just thought I'd set her limit high but her achievement low. It's suppose to be a journey.

Why is Lilith insane? Lilith is the name of a Mesopotamian Storm demon that caused death, disease and illness so I'm not really following. If you could clarify I'd really appreciate it. If it's that big a deal I can change the name. You're right she probably shouldn't be a demon lord.

Why shouldn't she be able to talk to Lilith, or more like Lilith is talking to her. When possessed she can be heard when Lilith allows it because the demon enjoys her suffering. Then once Lilith is sealed she is the one who talks to Susanna and can hear Susanna's voice. Susanna doesn't have the power to converse with demons but the demon has the power to converse with humans. Though if they share the same body I'm still not sure why they couldn't talk?

Mark of the demon.

Susanna Grace

Age: 23
Race: Human
Mark of the demon: When she becomes angry or scared her eyes shift to a dark black, quite often this is when Lilith’s power surfaces. The back of her neck has the demonic rune meaning "First One". This is the symbol of a terrible demon that hasn't set foot on the earth in ten thousand years. Many hellspawn consider it a god.
Profession: Bounty Hunter/Wanderer
Appearance:

Bio: Susanna was happy once, but who is she kidding that was another lifetime, another girl. Her father was a foot soldier in the army many years before Susanna was born. When he was discharged for his services he was granted a small plot of land. It was by no means big but it grew enough for them to live and sometime a little more that he could sell on market day. Susanna’s mother died giving birth to her making her, her father’s only child. With no eldest male to take over his legacy Susanna’s father taught her what he would have his son. He taught her about the world, to tell right from wrong, to fight with her hands or with a quarter staff. If they had the money for a sword he might have taught her that skill as well but the only sword in there house was the one that he had brought back from the army and it hadn’t been unsheathed in several years.

One day he delivered her the most exciting news she’d heard. He had been saving money over the last several months and had decided that they would spend it on a road trip to trading city of Veiron. Susanna had never been to the city before but she had heard of it from the local town’s gossips and drunks and it sounded exciting. Two weeks they road on horse and cart to reach the city and it was everything that Susanna had imagined, gleaming towers and fountains, and luscious fruit hanging in stands. That was until a great and terrible sound split the air. No one who stood there that day could adequately explain exactly what the sound was but it filled everyone right down to the rats with dread. Then a wave of black red smoke burst from the palace tower where the king resided. The smoke rolled all the way through Veiron before it dissipated and when the mass touched Susanna she felt so much evil push past her all around. This wasn’t just smoke. It burned and battered her like a stormy wind. She dared not breath but the smoke that covered her felt like fire and in moments she fell to the ground spasming unable to move for the pain. At last she could stand it no longer and she took a breath of that evil air. The moment the smoke entered her body Susanna knew she had made a grave mistake. Something was invading her body, her mind, her soul. She started to jerk more violently than before for it wasn’t just the smoke of normal fire. This was the smoke of hell and all it contained, demons. She could feel it. Her muddled brain told her that she was lying there for centuries and many times she begged and pleaded with the thing inside her to let her die. She didn’t care if her soul was so unclean that she went below she just wanted it to end.

The essence filling up her being, teaming through her mind just laughed and she felt herself wishing that her father hadn’t taught her to be so strong. So many other people she could just see through the smoke had burst into flames but not her, they were the lucky ones. After what felt like eons the pain finally cleared. Susanna stood up but it was not her that had ordered that command. “Hello dearie,” said a voice emanating deep inside her being but coming from her mouth. Susanna realized with horror that her body was no longer her own. This demon owned her now.

“I’m surprised you survived, so many humans burst into flames. It’s really irritating.” 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 have a dispute with that when I’m cutting their throats. You however, you’re 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.

“Lilith…” Came a gasping voice from not far away. Susanna and Lilith turned as one to face it. Partially buried under some debris was Susanna’s father. Susanna gasped inside her cage but she could do nothing to stop what happened next and worse still she knew it. Lilith walked slowly over to Susanna’s father. His face was broke and his eyes were red. Is he… Susanna asked Lilith the silent question. However horrible Lilith might be at least she was honest. “No he’s not possessed merely a mark from having a hundred demon’s swarming you. It’s a pity to waste a strong vessel but I guess he was too old for any of the others.”

Lilith walked slowly towards Susanna’s father and placed her boot on the old man’s throat. “You can fight her dear, you have too. There’s no telling what she will do if she gets loose.” Susanna’s father choked and coughed the words out struggling against the boot on his throat, the boot he’d crafted himself. Susanna pushed as hard as she could against Lilith’s grip but to no effect. There was a snapping sound as the boot pushed down and Susanna’s father lay still. NO! Susanna screamed but even this did not reach her mouth. “Keep it down girl, can’t you see I’m trying to enjoy myself.” Lilith said with that evil smile on her face.

Lilith and Susanna walked away from Veiron, the land of scorched earth that day. Over the next six 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 the innkeepers 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 a thing for showing up the clergy. That was what finally led her to her incarceration and Susanna’s freedom.

There was a monastery outside a large village and the villager’s spoke of it in awe. After butchering three or four of them Lilith walked to the monastery to kill everything inside in the most painful ways possible. Lilith knocked on the door and a spy hole opened. “State your business.” said the monk simply. Lilith who was still covered in blood from the town’s folk used Susanna’s voice, the voice that Susanna had used when the cart had fallen on her, the voice of terror.

“Please sir the village was attacked by bandits. I barely got out alive, they need your help.” Lilith said shakily in her most convincing matter. The monk closed the spy hole and opened the door. Lilith walked in shakily. Susanna knew that she was waiting to get all or most of them together before she struck. The monk took her to a central chamber.
“I will return with the council. Wait here.”

Lilith stood in the center of the chamber laughing to herself. It wasn’t long till all twelve monks came into the chamber and sat down in chairs around Lilith.
“What is it you need girl?” asked the eldest of the monks.

“You’re head on a pike would be a good start.” said Lilith dropping the scared farm girl routine. Lilith waved her hand expecting one of the wall brackets to come loose and impale the eldest monk but nothing happened. “We thought as much.” said the old monk tiredly. “No villager in her right mind would come here for help. They would rather be killed by bandits. Now look above you.”

Lilith looked up and was shocked and frightened to see a circle with a pentagram inside. On closer inspection the white lines were made up of tiny ruins. “A ruin trap?” said Lilith real fear filling her voice for the first time. The fear woke Susanna who though awake for the whole six 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 gusto but she was scared.

“Most likely a couple of hours 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 had been there far to long, the act of untangling her from your soul 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 villages.”
“There is another option Susanna. We could swap your roles. We could bury her in your soul and give you control leaving her with perhaps slightly more control than you had in the same position.”

“Do it.” Susanna said without hesitation.

“Susanna, this is not something done lightly she could make your life a living hell. 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 her arms again.
Over the next four years Susanna wandered, never staying in one place for too long, scared of the harm she might do to people. Lilith’s power was still inside her and so was the demon, tempting her like the dark side of a conscious. It worked sometimes. Susanna strangled a man who owed her money and slit the throat of a thief who tried to rob her. Lilith was like an impulse that Susanna struggled to control. She never stayed anywhere too populated for fear of Lilith’s tempting words and her powers.
Equipment: Dresses simply and carries a quarter staff that she uses as a walking stick most of the time. Many years later she retrived her father's sword which still lay with his corpse as even bandits did not want to disturb the dead of Verion.
Other: Lilith and Susanna's souls are so intertwined that she could possibly pass as a demon to other demons if she played the part right.

Hey guys just a question. In the first IC post the creator says it's been twenty years since Verion but most of the characters are in there teens and I remember one character was 19 when Verion hit so should we all make our characters older or should the creator adjust that to like ten years or something, not to sound to presumptuous.

Times Have Changed, Camp Doesn't

I don't know if you're still accepting new people but I thought I'd try my luck anyways.

Personal Information
Name: Peter Thorn
Alias/ Nickname (If Any): None
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Cabin: Hermes
Appearance (Prefer Picture):


Family
Godly Parent: Boreas, God of the North Wind.
Human Parent: Foster Child
Legacy: I’m not really sure what this means.

General Information
Personality: Peter is completely closed to the outside world not letting anyone past the armour that he grew in the foster system. He’s short tempered and quick to anger but he tries to hide it under a veil of apathy. He takes his frustrations on the world out on the target dummies at the sword range not wanting to hurt someone in a real sparing session like his foster parents did to him. He had a storm brewing in him that scares him more than anything. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone again.
Likes: Reading, being on the move, being invisible.
Dislikes: Being close to anyone or being touched. Fire. Fears his own power.
Talents: He’s fast and very good at hiding and going unnoticed. He likes singing but only if no one can hear.
Biography: Peter didn’t have a happy childhood. He never knew who his father or mother were as he was put up for adoption when he was six months old. Sometimes the foster parents were welcoming and kind but more often than not they were in it for the money that the government gave them to take care of foster kids. If he was lucky he was completely ignored and he preferred it that way because the ones that did pay attention to him used him as a punching bag. They’d come back from work drunk or depressed and he was a perfect outlet for their frustrations. It was made worse by the fact that he was constantly being kicked out of schools year after year. Every ten months or so he was sent someplace new and most of the time it those few days were a merciful blessing but then the vicious cycle started all over again.

When Peter hit high school he was granted a small piece of mercy. His new foster family ignored him completely, not caring if he was home at a decent time or how he was doing in school. They didn’t really feed him either and Peter soon learned that he had to take care of himself. He pocketed food from the local dollar store and went jogging every morning to keep himself strong. Just when things were looking up again life decided to tear him down.

The family he was staying with got another foster kid, two years older than Peter and much stronger. Like with him the parents didn’t pay much attention to the new kid, Marcus. He’d gone through quiet a similar experience to Peter in the foster care system but rather than turning inward Marcus had cracked open letting torrents of fire crash out at anyone standing near. He’d become violent and just as Peter’s old foster parents had done Marcus started to beat Peter. Peter would go to school with bruises on his arms and legs and stomach and shoulders. Marcus avoided the face to avoid being found out. Then one day he found himself a switchblade. Scars and cuts started to join the bruises and there was nothing that Peter could do. Then one night Marcus opened up the blade again and Peter snapped. When the metal touched his skin it grew icy cold and frost crept up the blade and over the boy’s skin. Marcus dropped the knife immediately and looked at Peter with anger and confusion. Not sure what had happened but desperate to make sure that Marcus never hurt him again Peter dived at the boy and grabbed his skin. Ice and frost ran from Peter’s hands and covered Marcus head to toe. Horrified Peter let go and the ice statue fell over and shattered. Peter wasn't sure what had happened but he knew that he had to go. His foster parents were oblivious but they wouldn't excuse murder. Peter climbed out the window and ran. After that, creatures started to follow Peter everywhere, horrible creatures with too many eyes and so many limbs but he just kept running for six months and the snow never stopped but rather than feeling cold Peter felt like the snow was protecting him. Then one day he saw a figure in the wind. An icy figure of a beautiful girl, her dress made of frost beckoned to him across the snow. He followed her and when she vanished he was standing on a hill overlooking a summer camp. He didn't know it them but he was finally safe, for the time anyways.
Theme Song: Let it Go (Frozen)


Weapon Information
Weapon Name:
Weapon Type: Dagger
Weapon Appearance: A blade made of ice forged by Boreas and given as a gift when he claimed Peter.
Attributes: The reflection of the dagger cuts through the mist. When looking into it you can see what things really are without the Greek Veil blocking your vision.

Other
Other: Keeps himself cut off from everyone.