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That's still using someone else's work for your own benefit. Even if it's what inspired you, the artist didn't draw it for you and your character. It is a character they made, with their story behind it, for their own reasons. But like I said, I can't stop you, so I won't try. I'm just letting you know how I feel about it. I must admit, I have used pics to give a general idea of side characters, but main characters are kinda on their own tier for me. To me, if you can see the pic, you can describe your character in words, adding your own personal touches and flare to make the character your own. But again, I can't make you conform to what I wont, and I would never try and make you. I'm just very protective of my own artistic creations and wouldn't want people using my characters for such things. 'Cept fanfiction, but I doubt that will ever happen with my RP guys :P
I am morally opposed to using pictures that were not specifically drawn FOR the character. So, I would really prefer you didn't, though I can't force you not to, however I will most likely end up asking a crap tone of questions about your character before I would be comfortable starting. I would love it if you'd use the CS, but again, I can't force you.
Thanks. . .*Huggles*
Thanks. . .*Huggles*
One of my pets died today, and I think I told you how I meet my characters. He showed up, said he's the guy in this story, and I couldn't help but write him. Truth is, he's not really dark, he's just never had anything inspire him. He has a faint affinity for animals, and I can see once he has the beast as his pet, he will begin recovering. He has a REALLY good reason to want to leave, and he's strong, so it won't be completely insane for him to leave and expect to live. I didn't seek this guy out, but he showed up, and I can see good in his future, recovery, and even if this RP ends up a flop again, I'm sure we'll get far enough that he's not a completely hopeless character by the time we reach that point. Think of it like, he just needs one person/thing to accept him, and he'll begin changing. A pet is a perfect motivator.
I think we're having a slight issue in terms here.
Rift - The place where the gods came into this new universe and is used for passage between their world, and this new universe.
Barrier - The energy between the god's personal worlds and the rest of the universe.
SO, with the rift I see an actual device, like a gate(Big round circular or arch shaped thing) hanging in space around the rift point keeping it stable.
And with the barrier thing you wanted it would yes, begin as the energy being created by the god making their own personal worlds and would become solidified later on to keep their creations from crossing into "Heaven" uninvited.
Rift - The place where the gods came into this new universe and is used for passage between their world, and this new universe.
Barrier - The energy between the god's personal worlds and the rest of the universe.
SO, with the rift I see an actual device, like a gate(Big round circular or arch shaped thing) hanging in space around the rift point keeping it stable.
And with the barrier thing you wanted it would yes, begin as the energy being created by the god making their own personal worlds and would become solidified later on to keep their creations from crossing into "Heaven" uninvited.
Name: Kir-Kon(Key-er-con)
Race: Human
Age: 22
Height: 5' 2”
Weight: 130lbs
Hair: Shoulder length, chocolate brown, shaggy, kept tied back with a leather strap, bangs chin length and cover face most of the time.
Eyes: Black
Skin: Tanned from working outside.
Build: Well muscled but not bulging.
Clothes: Simple earth tone tunics, mostly a bit tattered and old looking, not really fitting properly. Worn brown highwater cloth breeches. Simple brown soft leather shoes.
Accessories: Flimsy strip of brown leather to tie hair back, tied around wrist when not in use. Simple hair clip to hold back bangs when needed, kept clipped to sleeve when not in use. Small tear shaped pendant on a leather string. Black leather belt worn over the tunic around the waist, like the rest of the outfit simple and not in the best condition.
Powers/Skills(If Applicable): Has a wide variety of basic skills based around manual labor, mostly focusing on construction and working a forge. No other specific kills of note.
General Personality: Having a very bleak outlook on life, Kir-Kon has no apparent drive beyond wanting to live, and even that he seems to do halfheartedly. He avoids social events, feeling suffocated in crowds, and tends to freeze up when it comes to talking to people. He does not feel right in his community, and they return the feeling making him certain there is something wrong with him. He does not trust happy feelings, as he believes they are fleeting and there is no point in getting excited over something that will be gone soon. Though feeling completely alienated in his village, he feels hopeless in his inability to do anything about it, almost certain he'd be better off dead. However his drive to live drifts along, keeping him from giving up altogether and he works hard despite himself.
Background: Kir-Kon was abandoned as a child on the outskirts of the village for some unknown reason and nearly died left out in the cold. However the village elder found him on one of her hikes in the surrounding forest and took him home despite how he made her feel. Though not formally adopted into her family, he was given a room in the basement whee he was poked and prodded by the children of the household for many weeks. The elder had to put her foot down rather hard to keep him from being put back out, however eventually it was decided that he could stay in the house at least until he could lift a hammer. By then at least he would have a useful skill.
Growing up in that household was unpleasant to say the least, not that those outside the house were any better. He was the butt of every joke, the focus of all pranks and teasing, and by the time he was able to leave, he was glad in his own muted way. He took up residence in the workshop of the local blacksmith and learned what he could from the man. Now away from the torment he was able to relax a little, however there was still so much awkwardness that it was little better. The one perk was less time around people, as the blacksmith liked working alone, or with just his assistant. When an official journeyman blacksmith came to town however he took over Kir-Kon's job and once more the now young man needed someplace to stay.
He eventually found a place with the local stable master in the beast stables on the edge of town where many of the milk and wool giving beasts are kept. He is the night watchman, and during the day he takes odd jobs around town. His pendant it the only thing he really owns other than the clothes on his back, and it takes all the money he ears to keep himself fed. The people of the town are not above making him pay more than other villagers and do so quite often. He has a few tunics and two pair of pants that he keeps in the loft where he sleeps, however all are less than stellar in appearance and most have stains along with being rather ratty. He gets knocked around quite often by the stable master, who has a drinking problem, and carries a nasty scar from a burn that covers most of his left shoulder from a time that the man's drunken behavior lit the barn on fire. He had been ordered to try and save the livestock and been struck by a bean that pinned him for several seconds. He carries may other scars from various things, but the burn mark is the largest.
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This guy. . .Came from a place I don't look at very often. . . .He's really not my style, but apparently he's the guy for the job. . . . .I hope you like him. . . .
Race: Human
Age: 22
Height: 5' 2”
Weight: 130lbs
Hair: Shoulder length, chocolate brown, shaggy, kept tied back with a leather strap, bangs chin length and cover face most of the time.
Eyes: Black
Skin: Tanned from working outside.
Build: Well muscled but not bulging.
Clothes: Simple earth tone tunics, mostly a bit tattered and old looking, not really fitting properly. Worn brown highwater cloth breeches. Simple brown soft leather shoes.
Accessories: Flimsy strip of brown leather to tie hair back, tied around wrist when not in use. Simple hair clip to hold back bangs when needed, kept clipped to sleeve when not in use. Small tear shaped pendant on a leather string. Black leather belt worn over the tunic around the waist, like the rest of the outfit simple and not in the best condition.
Powers/Skills(If Applicable): Has a wide variety of basic skills based around manual labor, mostly focusing on construction and working a forge. No other specific kills of note.
General Personality: Having a very bleak outlook on life, Kir-Kon has no apparent drive beyond wanting to live, and even that he seems to do halfheartedly. He avoids social events, feeling suffocated in crowds, and tends to freeze up when it comes to talking to people. He does not feel right in his community, and they return the feeling making him certain there is something wrong with him. He does not trust happy feelings, as he believes they are fleeting and there is no point in getting excited over something that will be gone soon. Though feeling completely alienated in his village, he feels hopeless in his inability to do anything about it, almost certain he'd be better off dead. However his drive to live drifts along, keeping him from giving up altogether and he works hard despite himself.
Background: Kir-Kon was abandoned as a child on the outskirts of the village for some unknown reason and nearly died left out in the cold. However the village elder found him on one of her hikes in the surrounding forest and took him home despite how he made her feel. Though not formally adopted into her family, he was given a room in the basement whee he was poked and prodded by the children of the household for many weeks. The elder had to put her foot down rather hard to keep him from being put back out, however eventually it was decided that he could stay in the house at least until he could lift a hammer. By then at least he would have a useful skill.
Growing up in that household was unpleasant to say the least, not that those outside the house were any better. He was the butt of every joke, the focus of all pranks and teasing, and by the time he was able to leave, he was glad in his own muted way. He took up residence in the workshop of the local blacksmith and learned what he could from the man. Now away from the torment he was able to relax a little, however there was still so much awkwardness that it was little better. The one perk was less time around people, as the blacksmith liked working alone, or with just his assistant. When an official journeyman blacksmith came to town however he took over Kir-Kon's job and once more the now young man needed someplace to stay.
He eventually found a place with the local stable master in the beast stables on the edge of town where many of the milk and wool giving beasts are kept. He is the night watchman, and during the day he takes odd jobs around town. His pendant it the only thing he really owns other than the clothes on his back, and it takes all the money he ears to keep himself fed. The people of the town are not above making him pay more than other villagers and do so quite often. He has a few tunics and two pair of pants that he keeps in the loft where he sleeps, however all are less than stellar in appearance and most have stains along with being rather ratty. He gets knocked around quite often by the stable master, who has a drinking problem, and carries a nasty scar from a burn that covers most of his left shoulder from a time that the man's drunken behavior lit the barn on fire. He had been ordered to try and save the livestock and been struck by a bean that pinned him for several seconds. He carries may other scars from various things, but the burn mark is the largest.
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This guy. . .Came from a place I don't look at very often. . . .He's really not my style, but apparently he's the guy for the job. . . . .I hope you like him. . . .
Since my guy will be racing into your guy's church, I think you should start so you can set the scene for me. I know the weapon is a little God of War, but hey, it works, and puts our guys on a little more even ground since your guy is long range :P I'm glad you don't mind the attire.
S'ok, a lot of people do. Unfortunately for me when a character presents itself to me, I have no choice in the matter. I don't MAKE characters. They just come to me, and refuse to be changed, so I don't see the harm in writing with more detail. I know I'm odd that way, but hey, I've enver had an issue with it, so I don't mind :P
Also, Xephos. . .Interesting name for trying to pass as human :P Sorry I went a little overboard with the Steampunk garb :P He just popped up like that, as I said, and I wanted to make sure it made sense :P
Also, Xephos. . .Interesting name for trying to pass as human :P Sorry I went a little overboard with the Steampunk garb :P He just popped up like that, as I said, and I wanted to make sure it made sense :P
I agree.
The rift is, in my mind, yes energy. I was just getting I little drawn to the side on what kind. Tears are unstable, portals are created, and so on. . . .So, an energy field that was established after the initial rift was formed to stabilize it. . . .Now maintained by a gate of sorts? Does that work for you? I still like the idea of it being well away from "Heaven".
Instead of a gate how about a energy barrier that separates the "God's" realm from the rest of the universe? Something that formed almost naturally due to the concentration along this outer edge of the universe?
The rift is, in my mind, yes energy. I was just getting I little drawn to the side on what kind. Tears are unstable, portals are created, and so on. . . .So, an energy field that was established after the initial rift was formed to stabilize it. . . .Now maintained by a gate of sorts? Does that work for you? I still like the idea of it being well away from "Heaven".
Instead of a gate how about a energy barrier that separates the "God's" realm from the rest of the universe? Something that formed almost naturally due to the concentration along this outer edge of the universe?
Name: Laisander(Lai) Uwenwicks
Race: Angel
Age: 56 (Appears 18)
Height: 5' 5”
Weight: 133lbs
Hair: Pale golden blond, waist length, straight, kept in a braid with only shoulder length bangs left loose, bangs parted in the middle to frame face.
Eyes: Vivid blue.
Skin: Pale, very lightly battle scared in places.
Build: Gymnast build. No bulging muscles, but definite muscle definition on arms and legs and a very faint ripple to the midsection.
Extra: His halo is a light blue to match his eyes and newly formed with the etchings of his new station as warrior. Wings are angelic white and look a little big for him.
Clothes:
Angel – Traditional white and yellow Athenian garb(Minus the laurels) with tall lace up sandals. In battle he also wears a silver chest plate and roman leather strap skirt.
Human – Long brown leather overcoat with lots of pockets and straps that clink when he walks, ripped but well maintained gray jean pants, white slightly raggedy looking t-shirt, and tall strapped boots.
Accessories:
Angel – Silver plated leather bracer on left wrist and silver arm band on left bicep with an angelic rune etched into it marking him as a low level soldier, but one past all of his training.
Human - Aviator goggles and gold pocket watch with chain.
Powers/Skills(If Applicable): Can fly, stronger than any human, and can summon his weapon out of nowhere. His weapon is a khopesh attached to a retractable thin but unbreakable chain. The chain retracts into a device around his wrist that looks like a smaller bracer than the one on his left wrist made entirely of silver metal. The blade can be ignited after being thrown to where it becomes a flaming blade. Can purify souls and help them move on to heaven.
General Personality: Lai is a bit over eager. His whole family has fought in the war since it began and his house if full of war heroes and their trophies. Those that have survived at least. Lai feels a lot of pressure being the only one from his generation, though he has a couple younger cousins and two older siblings that are still alive. He's always believed in the righteousness of the war and looked forward to the day he could join the fighting. He feels an almost constant need to prove himself and takes a lot of risks for the betterment of the heavenly kingdom, or so he believes without question.
Despite his bordering on arrogant attitude he is rather humble around his family and around his superiors. He's a bit anti social with his fellow soldiers and doesn’t' understand how any of them could even think to question the rightness of the war. He's always seen demons as evil heartless beasts and after his mother's death the year before at the hands of one his hate has only grown. He is fiercely loyal to those he sees worth protecting, and despite most angel's apparent disinterest in humans, he has a soft spot for them.
Background: Born into a military family Lai grew up hearing tales of war and triumph, his family very proud of their heritage and no one ever doubted that he would follow in the family's tradition. He had five older siblings, but by the time he was old enough to know them, three had died. He was left with only a sister and a brother, both of which join the military around the time he learned to walk and he doesn't see them often. He grew up in a large family home filled with many generations, but as he grew the number of angels fluctuated greatly with the near constant deaths and births. With each there would be a great celebration so he learned not to mourn death, but to celebrate that his loved ones are dying for a good cause and will be reborn somewhere, some day.
About the time he learned to fly he accidentally fell to earth and was caught in the crossfire of a skirmish. When the dust settled and the fighters left for their respective realms, Lai was left alone on the battlefield. He survived on his own for a couple days before a caravan came through and found him. It was a nice family heading to a new town and despite the obvious fact that he was an angel they took him along for a ways. He got to play with other kids around his physical appearance of age and took a liking to horses and ox. He was bitten by a dog at one point and decided he didn't like those noisy things. However after a week someone finally thought to check earth and his mother retrieved him without much fuss.
Once he was old enough he joined the junior soldiers in their training and quickly completed his training. He graduated as one of the top students in combat and tactics training, however he barely squeaked by in medical and strategy training. A lot of his trainers agreed that he could be an archangel one day if he kept powering along the way he had been, and with that support, and the support of his family, he was the youngest cadet to complete the junior training and move on the the actual battlfield training. While he is not the strongest, or fastest, or really the best at anything, no one questions that he may one day be a one of the greatest. If he doesn't get himself killed before then of course.
One year before his final test to become a fully fledged soldier his mother was killed in a skirmish along the angelic boarder when a group of demons went on a kamikaze mission to attack the gates of heaven. This had not been tried in a while, but they managed to get right up tot he gates before the last of them was taken down. His mother had been on patrol, a normally boring and safe detail, when the attack occurred. She died without being able to say good-bye to any of her family. Ever since Lai has been a bit mindless in his pursuit of becoming a soldier, finishing his training a full six months before he should have. Despite rejoicing in her death as he has always been taught, his heart still feels the wound of losing her.
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Looks good! Is his name on earth Xephos?
Race: Angel
Age: 56 (Appears 18)
Height: 5' 5”
Weight: 133lbs
Hair: Pale golden blond, waist length, straight, kept in a braid with only shoulder length bangs left loose, bangs parted in the middle to frame face.
Eyes: Vivid blue.
Skin: Pale, very lightly battle scared in places.
Build: Gymnast build. No bulging muscles, but definite muscle definition on arms and legs and a very faint ripple to the midsection.
Extra: His halo is a light blue to match his eyes and newly formed with the etchings of his new station as warrior. Wings are angelic white and look a little big for him.
Clothes:
Angel – Traditional white and yellow Athenian garb(Minus the laurels) with tall lace up sandals. In battle he also wears a silver chest plate and roman leather strap skirt.
Human – Long brown leather overcoat with lots of pockets and straps that clink when he walks, ripped but well maintained gray jean pants, white slightly raggedy looking t-shirt, and tall strapped boots.
Accessories:
Angel – Silver plated leather bracer on left wrist and silver arm band on left bicep with an angelic rune etched into it marking him as a low level soldier, but one past all of his training.
Human - Aviator goggles and gold pocket watch with chain.
Powers/Skills(If Applicable): Can fly, stronger than any human, and can summon his weapon out of nowhere. His weapon is a khopesh attached to a retractable thin but unbreakable chain. The chain retracts into a device around his wrist that looks like a smaller bracer than the one on his left wrist made entirely of silver metal. The blade can be ignited after being thrown to where it becomes a flaming blade. Can purify souls and help them move on to heaven.
General Personality: Lai is a bit over eager. His whole family has fought in the war since it began and his house if full of war heroes and their trophies. Those that have survived at least. Lai feels a lot of pressure being the only one from his generation, though he has a couple younger cousins and two older siblings that are still alive. He's always believed in the righteousness of the war and looked forward to the day he could join the fighting. He feels an almost constant need to prove himself and takes a lot of risks for the betterment of the heavenly kingdom, or so he believes without question.
Despite his bordering on arrogant attitude he is rather humble around his family and around his superiors. He's a bit anti social with his fellow soldiers and doesn’t' understand how any of them could even think to question the rightness of the war. He's always seen demons as evil heartless beasts and after his mother's death the year before at the hands of one his hate has only grown. He is fiercely loyal to those he sees worth protecting, and despite most angel's apparent disinterest in humans, he has a soft spot for them.
Background: Born into a military family Lai grew up hearing tales of war and triumph, his family very proud of their heritage and no one ever doubted that he would follow in the family's tradition. He had five older siblings, but by the time he was old enough to know them, three had died. He was left with only a sister and a brother, both of which join the military around the time he learned to walk and he doesn't see them often. He grew up in a large family home filled with many generations, but as he grew the number of angels fluctuated greatly with the near constant deaths and births. With each there would be a great celebration so he learned not to mourn death, but to celebrate that his loved ones are dying for a good cause and will be reborn somewhere, some day.
About the time he learned to fly he accidentally fell to earth and was caught in the crossfire of a skirmish. When the dust settled and the fighters left for their respective realms, Lai was left alone on the battlefield. He survived on his own for a couple days before a caravan came through and found him. It was a nice family heading to a new town and despite the obvious fact that he was an angel they took him along for a ways. He got to play with other kids around his physical appearance of age and took a liking to horses and ox. He was bitten by a dog at one point and decided he didn't like those noisy things. However after a week someone finally thought to check earth and his mother retrieved him without much fuss.
Once he was old enough he joined the junior soldiers in their training and quickly completed his training. He graduated as one of the top students in combat and tactics training, however he barely squeaked by in medical and strategy training. A lot of his trainers agreed that he could be an archangel one day if he kept powering along the way he had been, and with that support, and the support of his family, he was the youngest cadet to complete the junior training and move on the the actual battlfield training. While he is not the strongest, or fastest, or really the best at anything, no one questions that he may one day be a one of the greatest. If he doesn't get himself killed before then of course.
One year before his final test to become a fully fledged soldier his mother was killed in a skirmish along the angelic boarder when a group of demons went on a kamikaze mission to attack the gates of heaven. This had not been tried in a while, but they managed to get right up tot he gates before the last of them was taken down. His mother had been on patrol, a normally boring and safe detail, when the attack occurred. She died without being able to say good-bye to any of her family. Ever since Lai has been a bit mindless in his pursuit of becoming a soldier, finishing his training a full six months before he should have. Despite rejoicing in her death as he has always been taught, his heart still feels the wound of losing her.
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Looks good! Is his name on earth Xephos?
Dani doesn't like this, not at all. All these pretty words, they're going to win the toy over! This is his pet, no matter what it or his brother thinks. He's not giving it up, not for anything nor anyone! No one’s allows to take away what's rightfully his! His growling becomes deeper and father Gerard’s eyes narrow. 'He seems to be working himself into something. No matter the power he wields, the lord is stronger. I will not back down!' His hand slips into his pocket, wrapping around a amulet of his faith. When in prayer, he focuses all of his faith into it, and after a time, such objects become holy relics. He got this one from his father, who got it from the pastor of his church, and so on for at least nine generations. The faith built up in it is quite powerful, and the Father is not wrong to think he has a chance as long as he has it.
With a growling hiss Dani steps forward. “Get lost preacher man! He's happy here, I know, it makes me sick when that happy flares and pours all over the place like toxic waste, but at least he's happy and he belongs here. He's not yours, and he loves the animals, I like'em to, and if you try and take him they'll almost as pissed as I am you old fool!” Taking another step forward his eyes go to the mains hand as it whips out of his pocket holding an odd little device. He recognizes it a little to late and with a bellow he falls back a few paces, holding his face as Gerard begins praying aloud. Snapping his teeth, Dani has had enough.
Throwing his head back, his arms out and down, Dani lets out a howl. In that instant his body begins to grow. His simple outfit takes on more complex contours, a red long coat of shining leather erupts on to his body, the many buckles clinking as an invisible wind seems to blow tossing his clothing and hair about. His short, blood red hair grows from shoulder length to somewhere around his waist and thickens in such a way that it makes him look like he's bristling. His canines grow into fangs and his eyes brightening into vivid dark purple flames. His fingers become a little longer, his nails blackening and growing into claws, and by the time his howl fades he stands there, a whole new beast. He is still unmistakeably Dani, however he looks almost like he has wolf blood in him.
The impression isn't entirely wrong. His mother was one of the werewolves that Lucifer let loose on earth. While he is fare less hairy than his mother, and lacking the snout, Dani indeed does resemble his mother quite a bit. Werewolves were more human than humans would like to admit, which is why they put so much more wolf into the modern portrayals of the beast, however Dani looks ten times at terrifying as any depiction of his mother's kind on the silver screen. With his transformation over his wings, now double in size, flare out to block Aoba from passing and with a fierce roar Dani charges the now wide eyes priest. He knows he's not going to survive this, however his faith remains strong and he prepares to give the beast heaven before being taken down.
Less than a pace from striking distance the charging demon suddenly falls to the ground with a sound akin to a kicked puppy, however on a much larger scale. Dropping like a stone Dani falls flat on his face before rolling on to his side, clawing at his back and crying out for mercy. Father Gerard watches stunned, his gaze snapping up as he notices something moving out of the corner of his eye. The vision that greets his eyes is almost as remarkable as the child demon's transformation. Wreathed in pure black flame that gives off darkness rather than light Kuro stalks slowly closer and closer to the group. Fresh blood and wounds can be seen here and there making him look like a scene straight out of hell, however his calm relaxed expression seems entirely out of place.
The crying voice on the ground suddenly changes and the Father looks down to see the child there once more, his eyes full of tears as he continues to paw at his back. Despite what Dani was about to do not moments before Gerard can not help but pity the child like being. 'I pity him, but there is nothing I can do for him. . .' Stepping away from the creature he watches as Kuro kneels at the smaller demons side, his hand held out in an odd fashion, like he's holding something, but the for the life of him the priest can not see it.
“Kurotama, stop, please! It hurts, it hurts! He was being mean, he wanted to take it away! It's not his, he can't have it.” At that last word Kuro's hand snaps out and smacks Dani across the mouth. The fear and pain in Dani's eyes turn to a stunned look as he stares up at his little brother, tears still flowing freely.
In a voice as calm as could be, Kuro responds to that wide eyed gaze. “Aoba is not an it, he is a he, and he is free to decide where he wants to go, and what he wants to do. If he really can not abide this place, or me, I will follow him wherever he wants to go. My goal is not to possess this angel it is to keep him safe after he saved my life. No matter how much he wants to deny it, I owe him, and I will not leave him. If he wants to join a church, I will follow. If he wants to become a circus clown, I will laugh, but I will follow. It is not for us to decide what he does with this life forced upon him, and I will not abide anyone trying to make such decisions for him.” Glancing up at the preacher he adds, “And this is Aoba's friend. Gross, and a pain to be around, but he is Aoba's friend, and you will not harm him.” That last 'not' is the only time his voice raises and it is only a little bit. However Dani feels the effect of it as a new order is input into his collar.
Whining and sobbing as soon as he feels the collar loosen Dani nods and launches himself at his little brother, hugging and crying into his collarbone as if this isn't the very demon who caused him so much pain. Kuro holds his big brother, as tender as could be, and stands up with Dani still clinging to him. The smaller male wraps his legs around his brother waist, not showing any signs of letting him go any time soon. The flames die and rubbing between Dani's wings he gives Gerard a slight bow, before turning to Aoba. “Sorry he's being such a bother. Close one, huh?” His tone is light with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. His eyes seem to almost have a pleading look to them as he presses a soft kiss awkwardly to Aoba's forehead before moving off towards the house to continue calming Dani down.
With a growling hiss Dani steps forward. “Get lost preacher man! He's happy here, I know, it makes me sick when that happy flares and pours all over the place like toxic waste, but at least he's happy and he belongs here. He's not yours, and he loves the animals, I like'em to, and if you try and take him they'll almost as pissed as I am you old fool!” Taking another step forward his eyes go to the mains hand as it whips out of his pocket holding an odd little device. He recognizes it a little to late and with a bellow he falls back a few paces, holding his face as Gerard begins praying aloud. Snapping his teeth, Dani has had enough.
Throwing his head back, his arms out and down, Dani lets out a howl. In that instant his body begins to grow. His simple outfit takes on more complex contours, a red long coat of shining leather erupts on to his body, the many buckles clinking as an invisible wind seems to blow tossing his clothing and hair about. His short, blood red hair grows from shoulder length to somewhere around his waist and thickens in such a way that it makes him look like he's bristling. His canines grow into fangs and his eyes brightening into vivid dark purple flames. His fingers become a little longer, his nails blackening and growing into claws, and by the time his howl fades he stands there, a whole new beast. He is still unmistakeably Dani, however he looks almost like he has wolf blood in him.
The impression isn't entirely wrong. His mother was one of the werewolves that Lucifer let loose on earth. While he is fare less hairy than his mother, and lacking the snout, Dani indeed does resemble his mother quite a bit. Werewolves were more human than humans would like to admit, which is why they put so much more wolf into the modern portrayals of the beast, however Dani looks ten times at terrifying as any depiction of his mother's kind on the silver screen. With his transformation over his wings, now double in size, flare out to block Aoba from passing and with a fierce roar Dani charges the now wide eyes priest. He knows he's not going to survive this, however his faith remains strong and he prepares to give the beast heaven before being taken down.
Less than a pace from striking distance the charging demon suddenly falls to the ground with a sound akin to a kicked puppy, however on a much larger scale. Dropping like a stone Dani falls flat on his face before rolling on to his side, clawing at his back and crying out for mercy. Father Gerard watches stunned, his gaze snapping up as he notices something moving out of the corner of his eye. The vision that greets his eyes is almost as remarkable as the child demon's transformation. Wreathed in pure black flame that gives off darkness rather than light Kuro stalks slowly closer and closer to the group. Fresh blood and wounds can be seen here and there making him look like a scene straight out of hell, however his calm relaxed expression seems entirely out of place.
The crying voice on the ground suddenly changes and the Father looks down to see the child there once more, his eyes full of tears as he continues to paw at his back. Despite what Dani was about to do not moments before Gerard can not help but pity the child like being. 'I pity him, but there is nothing I can do for him. . .' Stepping away from the creature he watches as Kuro kneels at the smaller demons side, his hand held out in an odd fashion, like he's holding something, but the for the life of him the priest can not see it.
“Kurotama, stop, please! It hurts, it hurts! He was being mean, he wanted to take it away! It's not his, he can't have it.” At that last word Kuro's hand snaps out and smacks Dani across the mouth. The fear and pain in Dani's eyes turn to a stunned look as he stares up at his little brother, tears still flowing freely.
In a voice as calm as could be, Kuro responds to that wide eyed gaze. “Aoba is not an it, he is a he, and he is free to decide where he wants to go, and what he wants to do. If he really can not abide this place, or me, I will follow him wherever he wants to go. My goal is not to possess this angel it is to keep him safe after he saved my life. No matter how much he wants to deny it, I owe him, and I will not leave him. If he wants to join a church, I will follow. If he wants to become a circus clown, I will laugh, but I will follow. It is not for us to decide what he does with this life forced upon him, and I will not abide anyone trying to make such decisions for him.” Glancing up at the preacher he adds, “And this is Aoba's friend. Gross, and a pain to be around, but he is Aoba's friend, and you will not harm him.” That last 'not' is the only time his voice raises and it is only a little bit. However Dani feels the effect of it as a new order is input into his collar.
Whining and sobbing as soon as he feels the collar loosen Dani nods and launches himself at his little brother, hugging and crying into his collarbone as if this isn't the very demon who caused him so much pain. Kuro holds his big brother, as tender as could be, and stands up with Dani still clinging to him. The smaller male wraps his legs around his brother waist, not showing any signs of letting him go any time soon. The flames die and rubbing between Dani's wings he gives Gerard a slight bow, before turning to Aoba. “Sorry he's being such a bother. Close one, huh?” His tone is light with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. His eyes seem to almost have a pleading look to them as he presses a soft kiss awkwardly to Aoba's forehead before moving off towards the house to continue calming Dani down.
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