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The Demon Inside: Unleashed

Name: Liam
Age: 19
Height: 5'10"
Weight:145 lbs.
Appearance: He has a smooth jaw line that rounds evenly at the chin, his cheeks are flush with his eyes, the bridge of his nose extends outward slightly and his lips are smoothly shaped and full. His eyes are rather large but his lids hang low at times, they hold a dark brown tint that can often change to a golden brown. His hair lays loose and slightly curled, shaded a dark ashy brown with a soft silk like texture. His shoulders are wide and well built with toned arms. His chest sticks forward a bit with muscular pecs that roll down his abdomen. His hips are fit well with his body now (unlike before with an hourglass shape), extending thick thighs and robust calfs. Due to Ferdia he now has a series of small horns that lay at the frontal part of his skill just above his forehead, and dark black claws where his nails used to be on his hands, though they are often small they can grow to 2 inches long and become thick and shark enough to slice through steel.
Demon: Ferdia, once an Officer as an Angel that fell in a forbidden love with a Demon, the two vowed to be together forever and created an unbreakable bond, they tried to escape and be on their own away from their own kind. Sadly their plans were discovered, his lover Furia, was sentenced to eternal suffering, while Ferdia was exhiled, his wings stripped from his body and he fell down to hell. He started like every other human entering hell, but with the knowledge and skill that he had from being an Angel, he survived and grew stronger each day. Hell corrupted his mind and slowly began to take his body as it's own, giving him a true appearance and making him one of the strongest and highly respected Demons to roam the underworld. Since the bond between him and Furia, once he became a Demon, he was capable of connecting to her directly and removing any pain and suffering she felt into his own body. The more pain he took the weaker he became and decided it best to bestow that pain into Liam, who at the time was vulnerable and already had a weakness (Asthma), though the pain wasn't permanent, it was a way for it to be exhausted, into nothing once the the mental torture had ceased.
Abilities: Liam can take on of the physical strength of Ferdia along with his speed and combat skill. If the situation so needed it, he can allow Ferdie to be released through his body taking on the form of his demon self without the wings, becoming stronger and gaining the ability to mentally torture or corrupt the sanity of someone from a distance.
Weapons: twin warglaives and claws
Extra: Liam's body has adapted and grown, no longer having asthma or allergies

Ferdia:


Twin Warglaives:

Criss Cross RP

Jasper's serious face slowly started to turn into a small smirk of enjoyment, he was having fun with her, a good time, bonding with his twin. He liked this, for the most part. Jemma was fighting better, he knew she had it in her, it was just her level of confidence to go all out, and she had proven herself a worthy sparring partner, but no more than that. He continued to exchange strikes and blocks with her, applying fancy and cocky tricks every now and then to toy with her and throw her off a bit. Soon she started to slow down, her endurance for such an activity was not equal to his, she needed to rest or she could end up making a mistake and hurting herself. He lowered his blade and stood still, "Stop," he blade still came down at him and he smacked it away with the back of his hand, there wasn't enough force behind it, she was too tired. "Take a rest, Jemma, you have done well and I can not ask anything further of you, thank you for your help." He gave her a smile and walked over to her while sheathing his golden blade, taking her rapier in his hand and helping her over to the benches on the side of the dueling area.

The Golden Prince felt a bit bad for pushing her so hard, she was his sister after all and she had done nothing terribly wrong, maybe his punishment for her was too much. "You have done the best that you could, and I am pleased," he bent down and kissed the top of her head while keeping a hand of her shoulder while she sat exhausted, "You don't have to tell father anything, I forgive you." With that being said the door that they entered through opened quickly. Fiyori was standing with a smirk on his rugged face and his hand on the hilt of his weapon. A fine blade, though much lighter than Jasper's and far more thin than his own, it still could not compete up against the Golden Prince's sharp blade.

"Ready to be crushed like the day a few years ago?" The Iglasian Prince asked with a cocky tone, he had confidence and played a different personality when it came to dueling. Like Jasper, very kind and selfless, respectable and caring towards others, but in the mix of battle or even in the heat of the warm up, they were completely different, setting their mind to shred their opponent and fear nothing. Of course each duelist had a different level of these traits, Jasper feared nothing when it came to a blade or the one wielding it, where as Fiyori feared the level of skill. Though reflecting on their previous duel when they were younger, he had no worries of Jasper's skill and thought of his own level much higher than the young Prince.

Jasper could instantly see that Fiyori was over confident and thought he out matched him. Jasper gave a small smirk and whipped his left arm that held Jemma's borrowed training rapier and threw the blade at the wooden dummy across the room, piercing the torso and showing through the other side. He looked back at Fiyori and saw a slight change in his eyes, a hint of doubt was now within his opponent. Jasper looked down at his sister and smiled, "I'll crush him like the bug he his," and slowly made his way to the middle of the arena." Of course such talk, insults and actions were only that of the battle and meant to show dominance on the arena, it meant no personal harm to one another, unless the duel was based on something personal, this however was not, it was only out of sport and a bet.

Fiyori entered with his younger brother Vince, the Princess Lumina, and of course a judge for the match. The younger prince sat down much farther away on the bench than where Jemma had sat and looked at her with disgust, "Your brother is in for a beating, he might end up looking like you," he noticed she was tired and obviously not well groomed after practice. Fiyori and the Judge both stepped on the the arena with Jasper and met in a small circle. While the Judge explained the basic rules and inspected each player, making sure the rapier was of standards and the short blade was of standards, Jasper glanced at Lumina, giving her a small flirtatious smirk.

The three on the arena separated, the duelists moving to opposite sides while they warmed up a bit while the judge moved to the opposite side of the bench. Jasper held a loose of steady grip in his right hand, he wanted to use his left but would start with his right to throw off the opponent, plus his left hand was a secret weapon, would it be too early to reveal it? Before the match began he looked over at his sister and nodded before looking at lumina and gave her a smile, "Ready to see how a real man fights?" he turned back to Fiyori. Jasper was on the side of the court away from the door, the judge stood to his right, while the bench to his left, and his opponent in front of him.

This was going to be fun, a real duel one that he had not been in for some time and was training for this for some time, just a small sport before the Championship in a couple months. The judge gave the signal and Jasper leaped in striking at Fiyori who quickly blocked and countered only to be blocked again. This fight was very fast pace and was no where near the speed that Jemma and Jasper were fighting at. Fiyori was large and slow, but his speed with his wrist was well balance to block most and attack fast, and his strength proved a powerful blow that would be difficult to block head on or a fatal wound. Jasper on the other hand was very small, nimble and fast, his blade was much heavier than Fiyori's but keeping it in momentum and the surprising strength that the Prince had, the Golden Blade was deadlier than most and the Prince was more than capable of wielding it, keeping his attacks quick and his blocks short.

Criss Cross RP

Jasper was happy to see his sister ready to fight for the few hours that they had for him to train before the big duel. She smirked and said, "On garde, twin." She seemed ready but he could tell that she was nervous, maybe even scared that he would accidentally hurt her, Jasper knew his and her own limits and would do his best not to push them. That could result in a fatal accident that could ruin a form of trust that has been regained over the past few years. He raised his saber and touched edges with her own, "Ready?" he asked that in a form of a question but meant it as a statement, acting before she could answer and struck her blade quick but soft to put her on her toes.

He knew she has some sword play but not to the extent of his level. He tried his best to make it clear to her that he was no simple opponent and that this training for him was going to push her limits till she couldn't stand. He swung a couple more times, keeping her from attacking and making it extremely uncomfortable for her to fight. She would continue though, that's who she was, pushing herself to do her part in the promises that she kept. He backed off a bit and let her swing a couple times, blocking them like petty children swings. "Certainly that is not your best efforts?"

He was going to play with her for a bit, exchange some strikes and then push her a bit, exchange more, let her attack before pushing her some more. That was is plan all along, he didn't need practice, no training, just to teach her a lesson, dominating her in his playing field, to show her who was more powerful. He stepped it up a notch and swung harder with the same speed before knocking blade away from guard and coming inches from her chest at point. "Push yourself, I know you are better Jemma." He waited for her to start hitting faster and harder to the point where he actually had to pay attention or he would be cut. She played a dirty trick and cut his left shoulder, of course by accident and not meaning to harm him but Jasper just stood there, staring at her like nothing had happened. Jasper is used to having cuts on his body, that mark was just a baby scratch to what he had been through before, though blood was dripping down his white blouse, he did not react in anyway.

He could tell by the look in her eyes that she was frightened or worried, he had to comfort her if he wanted this game to continue, "Relax my twin, this is nothing, I feel nothing, if it hurt you would notice my face twitch in reaction, but I know you saw nothing in my eyes. I am not harmed, and you need to continue, fight me like that some more, it's helping." He readied his weapon again before continuing exchanges, she was becoming faster and more fluid, but she still had a lot to learn. He could feel an upmost discomfort for her, she needed to be at a range, from a distance, that is where she was comfortable, that is where she could focus. Him on the other hand, preferred to stare in the eyes of the enemy and create a fearful memory of their destruction before completely annihilating them in battle.

The Lost Front

Hey sorry I haven't don anything for this,,,haven't had my computer in some time...I should be able to write this weekend some time, hopefully. I haven't forgotten about this don't worry

The Lost Front

Didn't bother doing names for the gear...didn't care that much...just images anyways...when we shop we can use the names tho.....I kept my Intellect, Discipline, Strength according to how he acts, fights, and thinks......are yours all 20 because he's fresh out of BC? Makes sense, just wondering.

The Lost Front

Name - Rex Nelson

Age/Birthdate - 38 / July 1, 1976

Appearance - Stands 5'11" weighing 175 lbs. Black hair styled shirt and not groomed. Dark brown eyes. His jaw line is rough and rigid yet robust, his cheeks are raised but shape well with the eyes, giving him an intimidating look without showing expression. His shoulders are rounded and large while his body is built strong and sturdy. He has several surgical scars, mostly on his back and ribs.

Armor

Helmet

Gauntlets

Chest Armor

Leg Armor

Mark

Primary Weapon

Shotgun

Secondary Weapon

Hand Canon

Class - Titan

History - TBC

Medical History - Scoliosis

Personality - Determined, arrogant, self-centered, valiant, often angry and disrespectful, does what is right

Heroic actions - none

Attributes - High armor, High recovery, Low Speed, Striker

Intellect - 140
Strength - 160
Discipline - 100

Criss Cross RP

As the Golden Prince prepared himself for bed she responded to him with the information that he needed, along with a couple helpful suggestions. 'Noon?' he thought to himself, it wasn't that much time to practice let alone warm up for the duel, this was really going to test his skills. "We'll wake before the sun rises, I'll let a maid know when I want to be woken up, I want you to be training with me so rest your mind, you're going to need a lot of focus if you're going to wield a blade against my own." He laid down on the fabric bed, the sheets and mattress were not that of EverGlenn but the Iglasian's never had the same luxurious materials as the Golden Family.

That night Jasper fought himself hard to get to sleep sleep, staying awake thinking of the time he was struck by lightning when he was younger, forever scarred and tortured by storms. He started to wonder and rethink how much pain he would go through if he so needed to switch to his secret weapon and wield in his left hand. Could it be too soon without preparation? The Blonde Boy fell asleep quickly after mentally exhausting himself from all the planning and actions he would take during the duel. He tended to plan out his combos like a book from start to finish, each chapter there for a reason and having its own individual effect on the reader, or in this case, the opponent. That night Jasper had an empty mind, a dreamless sleep, he often had these and did not take a liking to them, he would prefer to go through a nightmare then nothing at all. How ever, having such uneventful nights, it gave him nothing to focus on, his mind would be completely empty, perfect for dueling, nothing but pure focus on the battle. He would sometimes call it a curse but also a gift, he often kept this to himself so not to stir any questions and cause him to lose focus on the duel.

As soon as the young maiden entered their room the Valiant Son quickly arose form his slumber and kicked the girl out. She was not needed anymore, he didn't mean to be heartless about it but she was not of their own castle and thus could do no further for them. He went to his sister's bedside and listened to her breathing, he remembered such a similar patterned as if she was shooting a bow, she must have been dreaming about something like that. He loved her passion for such a skilled sport, but she wasn't going to get off the hook that easily. He grabbed her foot and threw it off the bed so it hung limp near the floor, "Get up, we have practice in ten minutes." He always made the time short, forcing him to get ready quickly and be prepared for anything. After dressing in his dueling attire, which he was luckily enough able to bring, not that he had any real intention of using his blade but he brought it to be safe anyways. It wasn't just his dueling only attire, he wore it for battle as well. Staring at him from the bottom up you could see his shined black leather boots, reflecting ones own appearance as you stared into them, tied tightly against his leg and they rose up to just below his knee. His trousers were of equal color and made of a thin material but held the durability of a cows hide. His belt was the crimson red that also decorated his castle, along with a golden buckle. He wore a single layer upon his torso, a silk like material forming a long sleeved blouse with cuffs at his wrists and a high collar.

The outfit wasn't just plain though, EverGlenn was always known for its extravagant designs and luxuries. The trousers were patterned with a gold thread in swirls and twists along the seam of his leg. The blouse was trimmed in gold on every loose end, following a pattern matching his leggings. To top it all off, now being closer to the responsibilities of a king, the Great King Mitus has awarded him proper epaulettes to resemble his title as Prince, earning his name. Of course last but not least he needed to tie his hair back his his mother's crimson silk ribbon. It was his good luck charm and he never left anywhere without it. After fully dressed and ready to go he looked over to his sister and saw she was slacking behind a little bit. "Hurry up, I'll be in the dueling hall waiting, stretching, hopefully you'll be ready by then, striking a wooden dummy is nothing to me."

He wanted to properly wish her good morning like he normally would, but his mind and focus was on nothing but the duel. When he got to the hall he started to roll his shoulders and stretch his muscles allowing full movement of his body without having to worry about anything. Jasper walked over to the wooden dummy, seeing the marks that the Princess of Iglasia had put into it, and still impressed by such dents. He grabbed the hilt of his blade just when the door opened and his sister walked in, breathing heavily, and obviously still tired. "Well come on then, catch your breath and ready yourself as soon as you can, I'll let you breathe for a moment." He quickly gripped the hilt of his golden blade and swung it up quickly at the dummy, striking deep into hard material and gashing the torso target wide open, trying to make it a point to his twin that the dummy's here were not of same quality and would prove worthless to train against.

My Dark Archives

During the time when I was pounding the face of the young boy, feeding my need to hurt someone even more, the girl seemed to have recovered enough to be tortured beyond farther limits. The way she looked up at me with those same bright blue eyes, I just couldn't help but want to hurt them. She appeared scared, horrified, in my presence. I could tell she was regretting all the choices they made about stopping me during my chaotic schemes. That if she had to option to escape and never bother me again, she would take it. Though I'm not like that, I like to play, I like to punish, I like to torture. She was going to get much worse than a few whips.

As the blade rested upon her neck, I started to slide it back and forth, not enough to cut or scratch, but enough to strike fear in her soul. Her eyes started to water, oh they were so beautiful, I wanted to hurt them, I needed them out of her head and preserved for my own personal collection, to look at them and remember such an adventurous and fulfilling day. I quickly moved the tip of my blade towards her eye, wanting to stab and pry out so bad. My hand started to shake with anticipation, but I pulled back, no, she needed to watch, I wanted her to watch. I can hold back till later, till I'm finished with them to leave them blind.

I sighed and stepped back a bit, aiming the torch at my knife and heating up the blade. She knew what was coming for her and she wanted none of it. I gave a grimacing smile before stepping close to her again and burning her soft cotton skin with the heat of the small blade. She let out a scream and shook her body against the shackles, trying to pull away. I took the blade from under one side of her ribs and dragged it across her abdomen, slicing her open, but moving slow enough to seal the wound with the hot knife. I raised my hand to her left forearm and deeply dug the sharp metal into her flesh, melting her blood and roasting her insides before pulling out.

Her cries of help and pain were music to my ears, but they were interrupted by a faint sound that seemed like a word. The boy had tried to speak but failed at it, he got my attention but looking at him only made me smile. Seeing a weak body hanging limp by chains covered in blood, it was art. I turned back to her and quickly sliced my hand through the air to cut open her arm, right on her bicep. I didn't want to make another mark on her face, there is such thing as too much. I set the blade down for now and took the torch in hand, aiming it at her thighs, a distance enough to burn but nothing vital. I pulling the trigger and the sharp flame poured out grilling her skin from a distance, I saw the color change of skin till I pulled away and it was singing red.

Her crying tears begged me to continue so I had to come up with a plan. In the end I didn't want to kill them, only torture them beyond their limits. I had too many tools, all to deadly, maybe going out for a bit would bring some ideas and allow their bodies to take more punishment.

My Dark Archives

I was amused by the look on his face, the boy had so many expressions, all of them sorrowful, I could see the dreaded fear in his bright blue eyes. Such a sweet color too, he shared them with his sister, their eyes big and round, I could just lick them and taste such young tears. The boy looked up at me then over to his sister who was still catching her breath after being whipped, she glanced over to us with that face calling for help. But there was no one there to save them, not even the police could help. I could sense that the boy felt the need to be strong and tougher than me, to prove that he had what it took to beat me. I stared into his determined face, a portrait that spoke of revenge and murder, of fearlessness, but it was all broken when a single tear shed from his eye. He was scared.

I smirked with a yellow smile, "Don't be scared, it'll just hurt." Again the sound of my leather glove stretching as I gripped the brass knuckles flew through the air. I raised my arm and struck him across the face, I could feel my knuckles slicing through his skin, tearing his soul apart. My punch smacking to his jaw echoed through the room, his head laid limp looking at the ground. He tried to look up at me, shaking like it was freezing, but out of pain. I could tell he was trying to keep his dignity, but I was going to rip it from him. I raised my same hand and swung again, this time more along his upper jaw, I could feel my punch pushing his teeth out of place, cracking his pallet. What a wonder feeling and an amazing sound, I loved it. I looked over to his sister and the little brat had nothing to say, she only watched in horror, knowing how much pain he was going through, wishing I would just stop, but I couldn't, I was having too much fun.

I turned my attention back to the boy, his mouth dripping of blood and his head hanging limp, "Look at me," he didn't move, "Look, at, me" he still didn't budge, I started to get frustrated, "I said LOOK AT ME!" My hand swung upwards under his jaw, forcing his head to fling back, blood flying through the air. His eyes met mine and he looked miserable, I have to admit, I was glad he was still conscious, I can't have fun if their not awake. His body was like a rag doll, hanging there by force. "Much better," I smirked again before swinging my other arm slicing against his other cheek then swinging the other way before thrusting my fist forward straight into the bridge of his nose. I stopped beating him, even though I enjoyed feeling every bone shatter with my touch, he had enough of my hands. My gloves were covered in his velvet thick blood, his face torn up and his mouth drowning in his own red liquid.

I dropped my brass knuckles on the table before grabbing the small blade I was sharpening before and a blowtorch. I walked over to the girl, lifting her head to look me in the eyes, smearing the blood of her twin onto her cheek, "How does it feel to be touched and rubbed by the blood of your brother." I smirked before resting the blade upon the side of her neck.

Criss Cross RP

Jasper listened carefully, his mouth starting to get dry and his face burning a little. He became upset with her, but knew she was very impulsive and protective, plus he knew how much of a brat Vince was, so it wasn't all her fault. He still wanted to yell at her, make her apologize, fix the problem herself. Then she spoke of restoring honor and fighting for her. He placed a hand on his forehead and shook his head side to side with his eyes closed. Pondering about his choices, if he fought it would at least keep the honor and satisfy her, even if he lost, but if he won, it could make the King think that the deal made earlier was a mistake. He questioned it a lot before looking at her with strict eyes, "I'm not pleased with you Jemma, you've put me in a risky situation, I hope you know that."

He left her presence and headed towards his wardrobe where the maids had placed his clothes while he was with the King. He started to take off his larger articles of clothing and kicking off his boots. While undressing down to his slacks and t-shirt he continued to think about the outcomes. If he didn't fight EverGlenn would lose respect and the Prince would be looked down upon. This he couldn't have, he has to fight. He grabbed his golden blade and took it out of its sheathe and turned towards his sister. He inspected the blade before stating, "When is the duel? If I'm going to be fighting I need time to warm up and practice. You are coming with to both practice and the duel, you are also going to be apologizing to father when we get home, saying that you put mine and the King's deal at risk. That should be enough to teach you to watch your tongue next time." He returned his blade back to its sheathe and stripped down to his undergarments before changing into more suitable clothes for bed.