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Abandoned Hope - Concluded

Had to get him out eventually :P

Javier Crypt

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Javier Crypt

The world is big and beautiful, especially the darker corners.

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Character Summary

Name: Javier Gaviria Crypt
Aliases: Javi, to his dearest
Age: Ageless
Birthday: January 1st
Ethnicity: Hispanic
Birth Place: The Maria - A ship in the Bermuda Triangle
Place of Residency: Number 1 Sealth Road
Hometown Los Angeles, California
Gender: The Definition of Masculinity
Highest Level of Education: Private Tutors - Rituals and The Supernatural
Occupation: Supernatural Collector
Languages: English, Spanish, Latin

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Appearance

Height: 6'0"
Weight: 155lbs
Body Type: Thin, Acrobatic
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color and Style: Dark Brown, messed up and short.
Skin Tone: Sunkissed Tan
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Numerous scars across his torso and arms, mostly cuts and burns.
Personal Style: Much the opposite of his wife in this regard, Javier dresses in bright, vibrant colours, particularly oranges and yellows. His clothes take on an older aesthetic, custom-tailored from rich and comfortable fabrics to fit snugly and perfectly. Other than his thick and comfortable cloth outfits, he wears dark leather boots and belts, allowing for a degree of practicality in the comfort of his usual outfit.

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Psychology

Adventurous * Deceptive * Charming * Unserious

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Married
Personality: Javier is a graceful, intriguing and all-too-adventurous man. Always searching for some thrill in life, Javier spent much of his younger life travelling all over the world, hunting supernatural creatures for sport and stealing whatever ancient items he could find. He is always up to do something exciting. Javier has quite the loose code of morals however, and is just as likely to stab most men in the back to get what he wants from them, though he fears suffering such a fate himself as a result.

When dealing with people in social situations however, Javier is a charming and enjoyable individual to be around. Happy to chat, flirt, debate and all manner of things with anyone, given that they are 'interesting' in his eyes. Javier has always lived his life in a fast and loose manner, and to him most things are a game, life itself being one to be enjoyed, especially now that he is stuck with it for eternity. As a result, he is rather unserious, and unless you are his wife - it can be difficult to make him take something seriously. Even then, it's hard.
Habits:

• Sitting side-ways in chairs
• Running his hands over candles
• Playing with Knives

Hobbies:

• Fencing
• Dancing
• Acrobatics

Fears:

• Losing his Family members
• 'Fitting in'
• Betrayal

Likes:

• Hot Weather
• Latin Music
• Dancing
• Fighting
• All things Supernatural
• Lightning
• Cemeteries/Tombs
• Thorned roses

Dislikes:

• Cold Weather
• Busy days
• Most people
• Big cities
• Modernity
• Guns

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Skills

General Skills:

• Research
• Acrobatics
• Climbing
• Riding (Horses)
• Sailing
• Persuasion

Combat Skills:

• Swords
• Staves
• Martial Arts
• Crossbows

Day to Day Belongings:

• Keys
• ID
• Hair comb
• Thin Steel Dagger
• Supernatural Journal
• Silver Throwing Knives
• Belt Pouch (Containing a vial of poison, vial of holy water)
• Iocane Powder
• Signet Ring
• Bone Bracelet

Possessions Kept at Home:

• Collection of Swords
• Collection of Staves
• Collection of Supernatural oddities
• Stuffed Werewolf
• A few Crossbows
• Numerous Latin Records
• Lots of colourful clothing
• Collection of old maps
• Adventure 'Souvenirs'
• Vampire Fangs
• Silver Rapier

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History

Life Before The Apocalypse: Javier's life has always been dramatic, daring and exciting, and he has enjoyed it as such. Spelunking old tombs and catacombs from a young age, Javier was raised and taught by his supernatural treasure-hunter parents to follow in their footsteps. Always an adventurer and a fighter, Javier learned to adore the supernatural, feeling drawn to every aspect of it, resulting in the Aztec curse which has kept him alive so long. That love however did also lead him to meet the woman who would become his wife, infatuated with her since the moment they left for how different to anyone else he'd met she was, the two married and settled down before long.

Putting his adventures on the backburner, Javier enjoys a relaxed and comfortable life in a house filled with his treasures and souvenirs, enjoying married life and helping to raise his children. From time to time, Javier would go on a trip to some ancient ruin and bring back a new 'gift' for his wife or to put on the mantlepiece, simply enjoying his 'retirement' of sorts and living out the rest of his immortal days until the end of all days.

Life Leading Up To the Apocalypse // What Brings You to Altsoba: Why move anywhere? Having spent next to no time throughout his life having settled down somewhere, Javier left the decision of where to settle to his wife. She picked the house in Altsoba, the haunted vibe always did it for her. Since then he's settled there with her, avoiding most of the general townsfolk and their normality while enjoying the company of his family, and occasionally challenging the neighbor to a duel when his kid's ball goes over the fence.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Gipsy Kings - Hotel California
Deviances: Cursed with Immortality, damn Aztecs.
Extra Information: Engarde ye, turtle.
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

@Lady Amalthea

Just tossed mine together quickly for you ^^

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

@Lady Amalthea

A rare but incredibly, incredibly long week, yes. It'll all be over tomorrow though and I can finally rest a bit then, at least until I get the next bunch of reports to write.

A New Dawn - A Star Wars RP

-snip-

Edit: I'm exhausted and dumb sometimes.

🦄 The Best Exotic

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Joel Grau

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Location: Best Exotic; Dining Hall
Interacting With: Claire, Desh, @Lady Amalthea Alcander, @POOHEAD189 Amber @SouffleGirl123
Time/Date: Early Afternoon/August 2nd, 2016

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Smirking as they moved into the Dining Hall and Joel listened to Claire, he was not remotely surprised to hear that her brother had gotten into a fight with someone. He had figured Murphy would be like Claire, and from what she had told him that wasn't wrong, they were all fighters, it was one of the things Joel enjoyed about the woman who hopped off his shoulders and he figured he'd like it about her brother too.

Stifling a chuckle as he saw Desh react to their boisterous greetings, Joel was reminded of the hangover the man had when he had met him a few hours ago, it seemed he was still struggling with it, the poor lad. He raised an eyebrow at the story however, chuckling as he gave Clair a firm pat on the back. "From the sounds of things, your brother puts on a better show than you do." He'd tease, giving her a nudge as he glanced over to the other woman as she spoke. Joel's english was good, very good, but he had to pause for a moment and question if this girl actually spoke english.

He did manage to hear and understand enough though, hearing her name as he glanced between her and Alcander. "Twenty-four? Well, ain't you old." He chuckled in an all-too-amused manner, more mocking Claire yet again as he'd glance back toward her before looking back to Alcander and Amber, holding out his hand toward the woman. "I'm Joel, another Newcomer, it is a pleasure, Miss Amber." He'd give her a nod, slipping out of the rowdier attitude Claire got him in, and back to being the polite German soldier for at least a moment.

🦄 The Best Exotic

@Lady Amalthea

I am writing up a post now, so sorry it took me so long

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

Jackson Tanner

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Location: Medical Bay

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While Jackson was certainly not religious, there was something about the Preacher's awfully un-preacher-like words and tone which reassured Jackson to at least a small degree about Anisa. Jackson watched the woman closely, any particularly thoughts of a more useful action he could be taking disappearing as he watched his childhood friend carefully, only glancing away from her for a moment to watch Lionel and Genevieve as they came in.

However, as Dorothy spoke up in his direction, he shifted his attention toward the doctor. In a different and less pressing scenario, he might've taken a moment to remind everyone about chain of command, but when it came to a scenario like this, and especially when it came to the Med bay, Jackson would relent to the fact that Dorothy had ten times the authority he usually did. Giving her a firm nod, Jackson turned his gaze toward the door, able to see the man outside still resting on the couch, looking in. He wasn't sure how much the kid would know, but at the very least, Jackson could've used something to take his pain out on.

"Don't mind if I do." Jackson said as he moved out, walking past Genevieve as she came out of Lionel's room. Moving toward the boy on the couch, Jackson smiled as he stood above him. "Now i'm sure you've seen that there vial the doctor's been flauntin' about - and i'm willin' to bet you know what's in it, eh?" Smirking, Jackson didn't wait for an answer before bringing his leg up, firmly pushing his booted foot down against the boy's broken leg. "What is it? Poison or antidote?"

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Gregory Quinn

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Location: Captains Office

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Listening quietly and carefully to Jahosafat as he spoke, Quinn made a note to keep any emotional response to anything which was said to himself. The involvement of Camilla in the mission complicated things severely, in Quinn's eyes he was already too emotionally compromised by that fact to effectively lead, but he said nothing on the matter. Instead he was reminded of his growing disenchantment with the Alliance, which only seemed to be heightened by the arrival of Jahosafat and his plans. Being snatched from his thoughts momentarily as the Doctor held the file in his direction, Quinn nodded as he took it, setting it down in the middle of his desk as he moved to stand.

Moving out after Jahosafat along with Foy, Quinn kept his hands clasped neatly behind his back as he moved through the halls along with the others. When they arrived at the Cargo bay itself, Quinn took a good long look over the crates which sat within, looking over each as simply their ominous nature seemed to unsettle the Captain. He hated being left out of the loop enough on its own, and even with the briefing he'd received he still felt out of the loop. Especially in regards to what was in these crates, even if he was soon to find out.

Watching as the two settled on a more physical option to move the crate, Quinn reached up to work off his Jacket. He may have carried himself like a traditional, snobby and polished naval officer of the Alliance, but at heart Quinn was and always would be a member of the Army. Adjusting the undershirt he had on, Quinn approached the two and picked up the free end of the crate with a firm grip, lifting it with relative ease with the assistance of the others. "Lead the way, Gentlemen." He'd say, giving a nod toward Foy as if to affirm his suggestion.

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

@Lady Amalthea

I'll send out a PM for relations soon, and ideally my second character will be done later today, now that my schedule should calm down a bit.

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

@Lady Amalthea

Just like you and Char in BE, it's time for Morose and I to drop the giant Collabs :P

Abandoned Hope - Concluded

After Midnight

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Location: The Crossroads
Interacting With: Darren Andrews & Crossroads Demon

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Glancing over to the two who had begun to search, Darren let out a heavy sigh as he made his way outside. "I'll be right back." He assured them as he moved out. For all of the excitement that had gone on all day in Altsoba, it was an incredible contrast to the way the town looked now, it was dead quiet, the streets almost completely empty as the moon sat high in the sky. Darren figured most people in the town had chosen to shut themselves in that night, to be with their loved ones and try and enjoy some slight peace in the horror which had become their lives.

Making his way down to his car, Darren couldn't help but let his thoughts linger on the one person who he knew couldn't be inside with the people they loved, because of him. Jade's death had been his fault, she rushed in, over-confident, but she would have still been around if he hadn't made her replace her bullets. He hadn't anticipated fighting any people, and the look in her eyes moments before she died would haunt Darren for the rest of his life. Unless she didn't have to have died.

Opening the trunk of his car, he sighed as he set the small box inside along with a shovel, closing it as he moved around to the driver seat. Part of him couldn't quite believe what he was about to do, it went against everything he should have done as a hunter, but if the world really was coming to an end, if the Apocalypse was really happening, Darren wasn't sure if he could stop it, all he knew right then was that he could save at least one more life - even if it meant a deal with the devil. Starting to drive, Darren switched on the radio, letting the music drown out his thoughts.

The crossroads weren't far, Darren had come there plenty of times as a kid to play with his school friends, but they were abandoned now, dead silent and empty apart from himself. Stopping the car, he climbed out and retrieved his items from the trunk. Moving to the middle of the crossroads, he began to dig, not a big hole, but one large enough as he set the box inside it carefully, covering it up as he stood up, letting out a sigh as he looked around, waiting...

And in the blink of an eye, Darren was no longer alone. A raven haired beauty, her skin as pale as ice, illuminated softly by the streetlights. Eyeing Darren, her lips curled into a frown, her fingers tensing like the claws of a cat, ready to strike. This demon, named Lilim, rolled her eyes at the hunter, glancing down at her feet. "We don't make deals with you." The demon sniffed slightly, pacing back and forth. But of course, she had come for a reason. Orders from up high. Her mother, Lilith, would undoubtedly be furious if Lilim fled. "Bettah make this quick, kay hot stuff?"

Turning toward the sound of the voice, Darren narrowed his eyes, watching as her eyes flashed red. "Well, if you don't make deals with me, I can just send you back to hell." He threatened, his eyes never leaving the woman as he stood there. It was rare, and he'd never even heard of a hunter making this kind of deal, but there was something about this time, about what had happened to Jade that meant he couldn't go on knowing there was anything he could've done, and didn't. He pushed down the good instinct he had, the drive to do what he knew was right and just walk away, to not make the deal, but he couldn't, there was something inside him that kept pushing him into this.

"There's a girl who died today, Jade Cornish... I want you to bring her back from the dead." He paused for a moment, sighing before he continued. "Ten years, that's the deal, ten years and my soul's yours." Darren knew how these deals went, he'd talked people out of them in the past and done enough research to know what the usual deal was, he only hoped that this particular demon was keen on making the 'usual' deal for the rare exception of a hunter.

"And what makes you think you'll be aroun' in ten years, huh?" Lilim asked bluntly, beginning to move around freely. No Devil's Trap prevented her from doing so, and she couldn't help but laugh slightly at either the stupidity or overconfidence of the hunter. Her few brushes with hunters previously had given her reason to be wary. But this? This was child's play, a casual stroll through a mine field. Darren glared at the demon, but said nothing yet, almost as if he was waiting for something.

Lilim glanced at the fingernails of her latest meatsuit, smiling coyly at Darren. "Jade, Jade, Jade...Ah yes! She's already been on the rack for twenty days, are you sure you want to be buying damaged goods, huh? What's the shelf life on those things?" Lilim snickered a bit, enjoying herself. With each passing moment, her irritation at dealing with a hunter was replaced with pure sadistic pleasure in it.

Darren watched the demon carefully and quietly, keeping quiet as he watched her wander about, not wishing to betray his intentions too early. However, he knew his plans were revealed the second he saw the demon rather suddenly stop. "There we go, now we can chat a little more professionally, huh?" He smirked, letting himself enjoy his moment of triumph as he took a step or two closer, crossing his arms over his chest. "Now, you're going to shut up, and we're just going to make a deal that's fair, or I can send you back down South."

Darren's tone was clear and firm, his eyes never leaving Lilim's as he stood there. He hadn't wanted to play his hand right away, but he'd played it now, the demon had gotten a little overconfident herself it seemed, and not even considered that he might have hidden the devil's trap, which was far more clear now as he brushed away some of the dirt covering it. Hunters always came prepared.

Lilim huffed, her sour mood quickly returning. She didn't need to -- nor could she -- kick at the rest of the ground to disturb the Devil's Trap. As the name implied, she was his prisoner. Rolling her neck out a bit, Lilim looked him dead in the eye. "But that won't change your fact that Jade is getting well acquainted with my dear friends ignis and cruciatus," the demon taunted. Her eyes flashed red, the trademark color of a crossroad's demon. Still, despite all of the baiting and seething remarks, Lilim stood there, waiting for Darren to sweeten the pot. "You see, ten years for your soul, kiddo? No good. It's out. Boss' ordahs. Instead, we got somethin' else in mind, kay puddin'?"

"You gots to kill a reapah," Lilim explained. "You've got twenty four hours. Boss' even decided to be kind--you get the girl as a bonus, but our hounds'll come for her if you fail. Kay bro?" Darren scoffed, having almost an amused look on his face as he watched the demon, shaking his head. Darren may not have known everything about the supernatural, but he figured he knew most of the things he needed to. And in his mind, if he could killed a reaper, he'd have heard of a way.

"You think i'm that dumb? There's no way I can kill a reaper, unless there's some mystery way you demons can you want to tell me about, otherwise..." Moving over to his car which wasn't far away, he reached into the trunk and pulled out his journal, approaching her and waving it slightly. "I think you know what I can do with this." He explained as he watched her. Darren was convinced the demon was attempting to trick him, and he wasn't going to get dragged into a deal which in his mind was a trap more than anything.

"Wrong," Lilim answered plainly, eyeing the journal with apprehension. "I guess there's somethin' you huntahs haven't learned yet, huh?"

"Even if there was a way, what, you're going to let me off - no soul-reaping in ten years? Scot free as long as I kill the reaper?" He questioned, he was still firm in his assumption that killing a Reaper was not possible, but whatever deal they made, he wanted to be certain there was nothing left unclear. He didn't want to have seen Jade brought back for thirty minutes before he was dragged down to Hell.

Lilim laughed, her eyes rolling in a perfect circle. "'Course not, puddin'! When you die, you belong to us. We just don't see a point in the ten years sha-bang, since this world's only got about what, a week left?" She cackled slightly, before pulling a phone out of her pocket. Sleek and black, it didn't seem to be peculiar in any way. "You know, Verizon's got awfully good reception in hell. Shall I call up the boss lady for yah? Or are you goin' to accept that all you needs to kill a reapah is an angel blade?"

Sighing as he listened to her, he gave the woman a long look, thinking through the deal, he hadn't heard of an Angel blade, but he believed at the very least that it existed, Demons may have tried to trick people in deals, but she was insistent enough that he assumed it was real. He sighed, knowing that he wasn't going to get a better deal than that. And hey, if he managed to help stop the Apocalypse from happening, at the very least he wouldn't have hellhounds after him in ten years. "Fine, we have a deal."

"Puckah up, then," the demon taunted, laughing slightly. "You'll find her at the morgue where you left her, kid." Lilim leaned forward, prepared to seal the deal in its customary manner. Most deals just required a kiss. However, on occasion, some would warrant something beyond a mere pressing of the lips. She smiled, and glanced down slightly at the Devil's Trap. As soon as he broke it, she'd be out of there.

She hated hunters.

Sighing once more, Darren let one last bit of regret well up inside him for the decision he was making as he took a step or two forward. A large part of him begged him to step away and just exorcise her rather than doing this, but the force inside him was far stronger. Getting closer to the demon, he leaned down, pressing his lips against hers to seal the deal, signing away his soul for another to live. All he'd need now was to get rid of the Reaper.

Pulling away, he sighed and kicked at the dirt to break the devil's trap, watching as she disappeared and moving to his car. He hated Demons. Climbing in, he forced himself not to think about what he'd done as he began to drive to the morgue, he had someone to pick up now, after all.