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Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Freeshooter92 said
Daisy: Athalus (Originally Pansy, but she deemed that too masculine

You lose ONE fight where you're on the defensive...XD

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Frosty: Aramir

Trashcan: Uicle

Insert Expletive: Satori

Angel: Lyris

Shrub: Coco

Boss: Khan?

Old Timer: Sam?

Bizarro me: Auriel?

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Althalus/Mar Collab

Althalus walked into the room he shared with Mar, rubbing a hand over his face as he contemplated the events of the last six months. To say it had been a wild ride would be severely understating all that had happened. First, he learned through bits and pieces of a conversation through a thick wooden door that he had somehow gotten Mar pregnate within hours of the act. Then, before he could talk to Mar about it, he was immediately ordered to find a new room for a month. Any protests were quelled when the Headmaster himself ordered it. When he tried to sneak back in, he got the nasty surprise of finding out that Mar had Zaad, Khan's pet shadow, attatched to her. A prudent retreat was done. Then, during that one month, he had to play a lovely game of cat and mouse with the demon Tyrael. He lasted the full month too. And then he was forced to 'chat' with the Demonomancy teacher.

Then, when he was finally allowed to return to their room and talk to Mar about it, it turned into an arguement that's still on going. One that was made all the more irritating(even when the demon agreed with him), when Zaad added his own opinions into the fights. Atlhalus thanked all the Gods when he was taken away for good. Still, the arguement didn't stop there. To make matters worse, they had to share a room. Tense was a mild way to describe their situation for the last few months.

He settled against the wall and simply watched Mar. She looked almost ready to explode. Casually, he commented, "Almost time for our child to be born, it seems."

Mar had been stretching as the warm glow of her belly was doused in bluish light, the mushrooms still kept and casted their dim light around. It was rather pretty to her and a nice light she liked. To farther keep the room hot and just ideal for her temperature during the cold months, the College had created several new vents to fliter heat in and the degree kept high thanks to engraved runes on the wall corners. The floor had dry leaves from the fall which she continually shifted over and over through out the nights and day, her nesting instinct in complete control. It was normal for her kind. A relief to her more then a little while she turned her head towards Althalus, her lips curled up into a striaght expression.

"Yes and when that happens, I'll raise her as a Naga." Mar said bluntly, her words likely ready to lead into another of those arguments again. "And don't start in about you wanting to be present, I rather not hear it again. I will give birth to her then raise and when she turns one hundred and thirty, then you can be a part of her life."

Althalus didn't say anything for a moment, likely preparing himself. Then, he took a small breath and corrected her. "We'll. We'll raise her. Together. From the start. I refuse to only be a corpse when I can be a part of my child's life." He had long given up trying to call the child an 'it' as Mar insisted upon calling it female. It was just far easier for the both of them just to agree on the gender that might or might not be the correct one. They had a fifty percent chance of being right, at least.

After he was done speaking, Althalus looked Mar in the eyes, everything from his eyes to his body language speaking of stubborness. He was obviously ready to repeat the cycle that had been going on for six months.

Mar glared at him. Her annoyance was plain on her face at his stubborn nature, which he chosen to show recently. While she enjoyed it, having to fight wasn't something she looked forward to and fought the sudden desire to lash at him. Mainly cause she didn't want end up being push out of the College so she merely shifted her tail into a tighter coil underneath herself. Her arms crossed over the scaly surface while she stared at him for a long moment in silence.

Finally her words snapped out. "No, she doesn't need a father as I, myself, didn't. Why would you care?"

Her body rised, her torso supported by her arms as she repeated the question with more determination. "Why does it matter? You've done enough as it is or you do think I can't raise her properly?"

Althalus didn't rise from his position, or really move at all. He just kept watching Mar's eyes. When he responded, he responded calmly, but firmly. He wasn't going to budge on this matter. "It matters because she's my child. I will not simply fade into the background, knowing that I brought a child into this world and she doesn't even know I exist. I am not a Naga, whose Males only appear to breed and do little else. I will stay with you and help you raise her. Even though I don't doubt you can raise her properly, I will be there. She is my child, I love her and I will not ignore her."

He waited for her snap back, wearily. Not that he let her see that. If he had learned anything over the past six months, it was that he would be better off to pretend he wasn't tired of the same exact route of their conversations each day. Not that it made much of a difference, obviously.

"Why must you fight me?" Mar said, her voice struggled to be even. "I don't understand bipeds and their need to stick around. Do you realize she might not have the same emotional bond to you as you hope? She might even ignore your present despite my influence or yours."

Mar had hoped her points would hit him, though a slight guilt pain seemed to had edged into her heart. It sudden and unexpected, faint as it was, that she blinked a bit before she cased it away. This wasn't the first time she had felt something when it came to these conversations but she didn't want to believe she was growing to care. Becoming a bit human over her stay here. Her attention turned to Althalus while he absorbed her words.

Althalus kept speaking in his calm way, softly even. "I'm not fighting you. I'm simply insisting upon my right to be a part of my child's life. Surely you can understand that. I'm not asking you to leave. I'm just saying that I will not be one of those parents who simply do not care what happens to their children. They leave, forget about them, not caring if they live or die in the years they're apart. I won't. I refuse to. Even if she just views me as that foolish human who claims to be her father that hangs around, I'll be there. To do whatever I must. If I am doomed to have an indifferent child, who likely hates me, so be it. It is my choice, and it is a risk I'm willing to take." And he would not fail her. Not like he had failed his little sister. Like he had failed his mother. Like he had failed his father.

Shaking his head slightly to banish bad memories, Althalus waited. He had thought of what Mar was saying. All the time. Naga weren't emotional creatures. He had never heard Mar talk of her parents, of her friends, of any bonds she would have made and left behind had she been human. There was nothing. What if Mar was right? It would hurt, certainly. And he'd have to retreat into the background. But he wouldn't leave his child's life. He doubted he would be able to.

"What if I don't want to deal with the problems that occur?" Mar asked him .

Her eyes narrowed, though in her mind she knew the real reason wasn't as selfish as it appeared. The 'problems' she was pointing out were not merely packaging which she didn't want, but rather his own hardship he was willing to risk. It was going to difficult to interact with a child who didn't care if his presence was there or not. The Naga tried to ignore the fact she actually cared about his feelings by making an excuse it was just to make her life on the College grounds easier. It was bad enough to see human emotions being flung about but have this man, the very father, sitting there and pouting through out the child's young life was pitiful. Despite what he would say otherwise, humans were the most emotional bipeds of all. Those facts couldn't be changed.

Eyes widen and Mar made a soft grunt when the baby kicked her stomach. Instantly her hand shifted to the spot were a bruise had started to form much to her surprise. This was only a few times the baby had punched her yet the mark had a distinct look she chose to ignore, a foot like shape. She inhaled slowly until the child had settled down again before her head turned up to see where Althalus was.

Althalus raised an eyebrow, and began to open his mouth to ask exactly what kind of problems was she speaking about, when her eyes suddenly widened. Slightly alarmed, Althalus's eyes darted to where her hand was, making out what looked like a foot shape in the pale blue light. He chuckled gently, before asking, "Are you alright? The baby appears to be kicking enthusiastically." He gestured to the bruise. Any questions of what problems she was speaking of where forgotten for now. Probably for the best, all things considered. That arguement would have gone nowhere and would likely have ended with one or both of them leaving the room.

He hoped at least. Arguing was never an enjoyable experience, especially when you're arguing for your right to be apart of a your child's life. He remained seated, six months having told him by now that Mar would not have appreciated him trying to overly help her. It was a trait he admired, when that very same trait didn't end up with her doing something stupid. Like not accepting help obviously needed. And then trying to kill that help...then again, that may have been the infection.

"She's got a strong punch it seems." Mar said in one of her rare, warm tones. She almost seemed to coo as she made mention about the child's strength, her pride seeped through and seemed increased by Althalus's prior chuckling. Her mind hadn't forgotten the argument yet she brushed it to teh side for now. It was odd how the child seemed to have a notion of when they were fighting and how to cease it, this was only the third time such an event had occurred.

"Other then the surprise, I'm alright." She then answered to Althalus. "Merely a well tolerated one and it will heal."

Her body had laid back to prop herself against the hard packed earth which made up the wall. Her eyes seemed to trace the small bump for a moment longer then turned to Althalus, her voice slightly gentle and calmer then during the fight. "Why is that now you chose to show you won't just roll over? Any other time, from what I remember, you never fought this hard. Why now?"

"So it seems." Althalus agreed, smiling slightly at the abrupt change in Mar's demeanor as soon as their child was brought into the equation. It was a preferable side of her to the one he had primarily seen the past six months. Much preferable. Of course, Althalus didn't do anything to give away that he thought that. That would have been simply inviting trouble, and he was happy the way things were now. Calm, more concerned about the child than their own part in it's future. As Mar assured him she was fine, Althalus nodded. "That's good." With silence returning, and Althalus not wanting to bring up any sort of conversation that could return to an arguement, he sought to amuse himself.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the old, bloodstained on one side, coin, and began flipping it through his fingers.

For a small moment, that seemed to be enough. Then, Mar asked him why he was showing spine now. A small smirk crossed Althalus's face, his eyes rising from his coin flipping. "Let's review what I've rolled over on, shall we? Don't sneak up on you. Get a rune so you won't be followed by shadow Golems. Don't get annoyingly drunk. Simple things that don't really matter. Things that I can live without. Now, what have I fought you on? The child, obviously. First, though, there was that cut on your arm, and carrying your breakfast back to the room." He chuckled again, despite the fact that she had nearly killed him. The coin kept flipping between his fingers, dully reflecting the blue light.

"Those involve people I care about. My child. You." The coin stopped flipping between his fingers, disappearing as they curled around it. He hadn't meant to say that much. Mentally, he cursed. Well..no backing out now. "Especially, you." He added, quietly.

"Then you're rather foolish for a human." Mar answered bluntly and in a slightly unempathic tone, her eyes however seemed to betray a difference emotion all together. Guilt.

She sat there, her chest inhaled while her mind drifted on the soothing sound and movement. The earthy smell mingled in and out of her breath, each time filled her with a familar scent. Over the few months she had started to adapt to at least tolerate the humanity surrounding her even after her conflict with Tyrael over revealing her history and the facts she herself had been denying along. It took some time to speak with him but despite their rough times, they still held a deep friendship and one Mar was forever grateful for.

"Why risk getting hurt?" She added to her earlier comment while she sighed at his coin flipping. It was still a habit she found annoyed her more then anything, thankfully she had come to tolerate it.

Althalus noted the guilt, but said nothing, sliding his eyes away from Mar. He didn't want to press and start another arguement. At this point, it wasn't worth it."So I've been told." He replied, a wry smile crossing his face. Despite that, he couldn't help the uncharitable bit of anger that slipped through. That wasn't fair to Mar, and he knew it. Still. Reactions will be reactions. "Which is as amusing as my conscience, given my profession." He chuckled again, gently rubbing his thumb along the coin. He kept it more out of long habit than a reminder any more. But the reminder was always there. Always waiting at the back of his mind.

Some things are not meant to be forgotten.

He stared off at somewhere behind Mar, his gaze slightly vacant. Memories. Promises. Blood. He was yanked out of his reverie by Mar's question, blinking once. "Why risk anything? Because I believe I should be there with all of the meager faith I have left. I'm willing to take the risk because I love my child and believe I should be there. I should be more than just a name, casually mentioned. More than just a face she see's at the College. To be apart of my child's life, even if it's just a fraction of it. I will see her grow up as long as I can. And then I'll die." He shrugged. "If that's how it'll be, that's how it will have to be. I am content with that."

Mar felt her temper rise a bit at Althalus's angry in his voice when he answered her comment about his foolishness. It seemed to be nothing but a joke to him about getting hurt, her face turned into a frown. She didn't like that notion, though she couldn't say, at first, why she felt the sudden wave of emotion. All that Mar knew was that she had to deal with it as she partly heard the rest of Althalus's conversation. Her jawline tightened at once before she spoke. "Yet, you don't think to let it sink in then?"

She hadn't intended to snap but it was too late now. Her eyes seemed to harden and hurt at the same time, against her will to think he didn't care about his own well being. To be so self was not something that set well with her or would be a positive influence around their child, her mind a little bitter at realizing she had already accepted his terms to be in the child's life. Likely that was what caused her next course of action.

"I won't have our child go through the pain from your careless should something happen to you. It is the last thing I want to experience and now, it's likely best I leave. Namely before I decide to knock some sense into you and forget the College rules."

Already she started to push off the wall as she stood upright, finally leaving through the months old doorway and ramp. She hadn't realize Althalus's eyes, shocked and stunned, stared after her but made no move to stop it.

The Scrolls of Aerusya - The Throne of Evil

I could probably cobble a post, but to be perfectly honest, Zal's just gonna go 'Thanks', shake his head at Sid, and then go to sleep.

He could not care less about the new comers as long as they aren't trying to kill anyone.

Chrono Asylum: Prelude to Madness~

Alright.

Essence of the World II: Tears do Fall

*Shrugs*

Sorry?

Essence of the World II: Tears do Fall

yoshua171 said
Sir is the demonic lord of which part of hell exactly?

He's a Lord in power only. The reason why will be revealed IC, but he doesn't have any territory, so we won't have to change anything.

Feral

Lies.

LIES AND HERESY.

Chrono Asylum: Prelude to Madness~

I'll finish my Maeve bit! I swear I will!

Essence of the World II: Tears do Fall

Mary

Name: Mary
Alias/Nickname: N/A
Age: 23
Appearance: Only her eyes are pitch black. She stands at 5ft 3in, usually wearing a worn blue jacket, white shirt, blue jeans and white sneakers.

Social Status: She really doesn't have one...she just follows Julian.
Relations: Julian is the one she's closet to, but she does remember a Vampire Mairyell. An angel and a rather scarred man are only distant memories, kindness in a sea of horror.

General Activity: She follows Julian.He's been her protector for more than a year now, and frankly, she probably won't be able to go off by herself.

Abilities:

Soul Consumption: This ability isn't really Mary's. She's just the vessel for it. In the hours before Hell's Gate was broken and Judas began his insane war against everything not human, a Demon calling himself 'Sir' selected Mary as his latest subject for a creation he calls 'The Abyss'. Two groups of his thugs were sent to activate her. One of them succeeded, and Mary's body underwent an extremely violent bonding process with the Abyss. Through the efforts of Julian, Judas, and Solus, the Abyss was sealed in her mind. Unable to do damage to her, but it's ability remained undiminished. Whenever something dies around Mary(be it Angel, Demon, Iotan, or Human), it's soul doesn't go to the Void. The Abyss eats it. No rebirth. The end of a cycle. With each soul consumed the radius it can consume a soul at death extends. Since Mary was there when Hell's Gate first broke, The Abyss's radius is roughly 4 miles.

Equipment: A simple pistol and ammo for it.

Personality: Will show IC.

Biography: Before she caught the eye of the Demon Lord Sir, Mary was nothing more than a first year College student. She was going to major in Biology. Her father and her mother were both happy. If divorced and single each. Her father was a gun shop owner, and naturally taught her how to shoot. Her mother was a rather wealthy Architect. All in all, her life was good, if not perfect. That all changed roughly a year ago. She was on her way to her father's home, to visit him after visiting her mother. It was just supposed to be a simple visit to her father. Halfway to her father's home, at a stop sign in an empty street, something attacked her. It broke through her window, snapped her seat belt with it's sharp claws and dragged her out of the car. She had enough time to draw a breath to scream, and then something hit her heard on the back of her head. She promptly lost all consciousness.

When she woke up next, she was in the back of a van, blindfolded and tied up with a vicious headache, listening to a nasally voiced person beg someone else to allow him 'just a little sip' of her blood.The other voice, one she presumed was driving, kept wearily denying the nasally one his desire. Mary managed to maintain her composure until she felt the nasally one's breath on her neck. Then she lost it. A few minutes of panic later, there was another blow to her already aching head. Darkness was almost a welcome friend now. She had no idea where she was, or why she was in the hands of these..people, but she knew she wasn't in her safe familiar world any more.

When she woke up again for the third and final time, she was tied to a chair, gagged. Her captors were arguing about what to do with her. The nasally one wanted to kill her and find a new girl. Apparently, they hadn't eaten in days. The other one, Fredrick as she came to learn his name, didn't want to irritate some 'Sir'. Henry, the nasally one who wanted to eat her, suddenly lost control and attacked Fredrick. In the resulting battle, Mary had an opportunity to escape. Luckily for Mary, whomever had tied her up wasn't good a knots, and she pulled herself free(if rubbing her wrists raw and bleeding in the process), and yanked her gag out before running for her life. The fight suddenly ended with dual roars of rage behind her, as they found she had disappeared.

What happened next has largely become a blur. She remembers eyes, blue eyes. Grabbing a sawed off shot gun. Terror. Corpses. Gore covering her. Hugging someone. A woman defying the eyes, obviously terrified. Then they were gone, and she was in an apartment. That's when things took a turn for the worse. Far, far worse. After listening to Julian and the vampire Mairyell threaten each other(she thinks so at least), she asked for a phone to call her parents. After being threatened by Mairyell, she then actually got a phone, and dialed it. They were on the other line. More specifically, Fredrick was. He tried to convince her that if she didn't come back to them, her parents were dead. Only Henry ruined that. By announcing, loud enough for her to hear through the phone, that he had finished eating the old woman and old man with the guns.

Mary dropped both phone and shotgun, the latter destroying the former with a loud bang. Her knees gave out and someone caught her before she truly fell. She's not sure who. After what seemed like hours, filled with screaming and disgustingly true insults, someone put her in a bed and delivered food to her. Not that it would do much good. She wasn't planning on eating it anyways. She could feel her choices slipping away from her, the noose tightening around her neck. She couldn't fight them. And she certainly couldn't outrun them. But she could deny them what they wanted. Her shotgun still had a bullet left. Dumping her food off to make it look like she had eaten it, she took her shotgun and left Julian and an angel's presence, saying some lie to let them let her go.

She thought she had it all planned out. She'd find an alley, put the gun to her head, and pull the trigger. Simple. Just another unsolved corpse in the city of Loom. Then of course, Julian had to find her. To this day,she's not entirely sure what happened. Something scary, at first. A voice...and pain. But then Julian himself came and talked her out of it. She put the gun down, cleaned her gore stained self up, and for the next few hours was something approaching normal. Certainly not happy, but definitely not suicidal.

Then of course, Henry and Fredrick came back. Unfortunately for them, Mairyell and Julian were there as well. It was a short fight, where both Henry and Fredrick died. Henry far more horribly than Fredrick. Mary still has nightmare's about his death. When she's allowed to have a different nightmare than her usual. For a moment, it seemed like things would be fine. Then, a werewolf arrived, flicked a bead into her chest, and she blacked out in pain. What followed next was several realms, all of them hellish, all of them scaring and scarring her. By the end of it, the Abyss was sealed away, but not without leaving it's mark. Mary now has pitch black eyes, and plenty of memories.

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Luciana

Name: Luciana

Alias/Nickname: The Last Gatekeeper, Keeper of the Balance.

Age: Apparent, 29. Actual; She was created a little while after humanity was.

Race: Gatekeeper, specifically the Human Gatekeeper.

Appearance: Archangel



She gains two inches(From her human form). Same eye color.

Tamer Angel



She shrinks down to 5ft 3in in this form, with the same colored eyes.

Human



She stands at 5ft 8in in this form, with a black long sleeve shirt, black jeans and black combat boots. She also has a long red trench coat. There are two tattoos on her palms. A white and gold, destroyed, gate on her left, and a shattered harp on her right.

Hellion



Her height and size varies based on her whim.

Lord



She gains another three feet without her horns, which add another foot. Her eyes stay the same.

Social Status: Those who serve the Gospel(and know she's more than just a rumor, a legend) want her dead, as she's one of the very few who actually know how to use the Essence Sword, which Judas possesses. As far as she knows. Likewise, if they know she's still alive and remember the Great War, most Demons remember her as a traitor and most Angels remember her as a Demon. Both want her dead.

Relations:

Captured in her rings

Human(grey jewel):

Richard- A human whose taken the arrival of Demons badly, losing much of his sanity. Richard believes he's on a mission from God to strike down every fiend of Hell he finds. This includes Humans with even a hint of Demonic taint in them. He kills most of the Gospel 'heathens' he finds as well, because they strike down Angels. Servants of Heaven, and thus, God. He spotted Luciana in her Hellion form, and tried to kill her. Luciana didn't appreciate that, and he didn't seem placated when she turned to her Angel form. However, she didn't want to kill him.Thus, Richard was dominated and captured.

Powers: Despite his madness, Richard does possess real power. It's mostly a magical resistance and a remarkable ability to see through illusions, but he can imbue his shield with 'holy' energy, blocking most magical damage done to it. He can imbue his limbs with that same energy, making him a match for any Hellion. His weapon is the last thing he imbues, slipping through most magical shielding and armor with ease.

Angel(Pearl):

Ezekiel- Ezekiel was once a loyal Battle Angel to the Council, serving it the best of his ability, even when the Hordes of Hell came to Loom and Angels were dying all around them. He still believed in their leadership, even fighting off the infamous Kinslayer to protect the trio he had attached himself to when Loom fell and they were all scattered. He believed in them even when he threw himself at a Demon had very little chance of beating and surviving. The Council had to survive. So he fought this demon. Nearly died, but he killed it. But the Demon had to get it's last laugh. It cursed him with petrification(much like the human myth Medusa). The Demon died before the curse could be completed, so Ezekiel became a living statue. Without the Council members to guide him(Them having ran far away to survive), he wandered. And he found the Keeper of the Balance. The Council painted her as evil incarnate, so Ezekiel attacked her. Luciana didn't want to waste time killing him, so she dominated and captured him.

Powers: As a living statue, Ezekiel is natural more resistant to damage than others. His strength and speed and flight ability are undiminished as well. However, his repairing as a Battle Angel is slightly...different. Rather than be like most Angels, he has to put together the chunks and pieces of himself he loses. As long as he has pieces of him that are more than just dust, he can put himself back together.

Demon(red jewel)-

Rachel- Rachel came to the Surface after the Gate was so thoughtfully broken down by that mad human, Judas. She just wanted to see what it was like, really. What she found was the structured chaos of humans, sprawling all over the surface of the planet. She just found pure chaos as the forces of Heaven and Hell fought, and Judas made a little army all of his own while another human tried to stop him. She didn't care. What she did care about, however, was all the free meals running about. Humans are such emotional creatures...and when emotions failed, she could always drain their life force. Various emotions powered her spells, and life force was just pure energy. It was a perfect situation for her. Until that inquisitive bitch The Keeper came poking around, finding her in the center of a settlement that seemed to be drained of emotion. Before she could even offer an explanation, Rachel was dominated and trapped in that damn ring.

Powers: As stated above, Luciana feeds on emotions. And, when those are in drained, the life force of whatever her tendrils are touching. She can drain someone's anger, lust, hate, happiness, whatever the emotion is, she can make it disappear, consuming it. When she has turned her victims into emotional husks, she wraps a tendril around them, draining them into literal husks. She uses the emotions to power her spells. Naturally,different emotions power different spells. Anger, for example, powers offensive spells, while Love powers defensive spells. Her tendrils can be used as weapons, ina pinch, and if she has enough time she can drain the life force from someone. If they're unsuspecting..or just don't care.

General Activity: Recently, she's retreated to Kenan, planning her next move after unsuccessfully trying to get into Judas's fortress city. She has to get the sword before the madman can cause any more damage to the Balance than he already has. Luciana fears it's too late to return things as they were.

Abilities:

General:

Form Change: As a Gatekeeper, Luciana is neither human, Demon, nor Angel. She came before the Iotan, created at the same time Humanity was created. The third sister. The third Gatekeeper. Now, obviously, she couldn't be a Gatekeeper physically, as the human world had no gate. But she served the same purpose as Melody and Heaven's Gatekeeper. Preserve the balance. Only she could move between the worlds to do it. As such, she can switch between her five forms. As Angels certainly wouldn't want humans or Demons interacting with them in Heaven, and Vice Versa for Demons.

Snake Bite: Despite her power, Lucian couldn't fight to keep the balance preserved by herself. She needed allies. Allies she was connected to at all times. Thus, the Snake Bite came to be. Named for the burning scars left behind as if a snake had bitten the receivers. It does three things. 1. Connected the receivers to Luciana mentally. She can speak telepathically to them and, in extreme cases, force them to do what she wants. 2. Creates a shield like an invisible second layer of skin that blocks some damage. 3. Ups their power levels as she changes forms. Angel and Demon Form one, the Snake Bite Receiver can do things that once would have tired them easily. Angel and Demon form two, they can do things that once would have killed them had they tried it.

Notes: I won't be using snake Bite to fuck anyone over. Characters and PC controlled NPCs will only receive it if permission is given first. The full amount of time it takes to change forms(usually from human to Hellion or Tamer) is a minute(or one post between when she starts and when she ends). She is essentially vulnerable in this state, and if someone was to hit her hard enough, or hit her enough times, or similarly interrupt her changing, she reverts back to the previous form. If she's wounded in one form and changes to another, wound(or equivalent of) goes with her to that form. Abilities are limited to that particular form. The Hellion won't be dominating people, and the Tamer won't be throwing fireballs or manipulating light or what not. Her weaknesses change based on her forms. For example, in her Hellion and Lord forms, she'd be weak to gold, silver, and light. Not so in her Angel and Human forms.

Currently, there's only one person in the world that has the snake bite. A vampire called Mairyell. Or, as Luciana remembers him from the alleyway that soon brought Szayeis, Roachy. She suspects he doesn't know he's the proud owner of one.

Second Angel Form, Original/Archangel, abilities:

Illusion: Luciana can create powerful and subtle illusions. The more people she tries to affect, the less effective it actually is, going for power rather than subtlety. If she tried to cast an illusion on a whole army, for example, she could make everyone in the army see it(resistances and other such things notwithstanding), but it wouldn't be very believable if they really looked at it. At a distance..maybe.

Weather Channeling: Luciana can channel the forces of the elements. Though, it's far more likely that they'll run out of her control than she'll direct them against her enemies. If she's in an area with a Weather Angel already, it's weakened. More controllable, but nowhere near as effective as a weapon. Loom, for example.

Complete body control: Luciana has control over her body like the Angels of old. Down to the smallest drop of her blood, she can manipulate it, use it as a weapon. If she's not killed immediately, and is still conscience, she can heal and repair any wound, given time.

Superior Physicality: Luciana's strength, speed, and reflexes are a match for Demon Lords and Archangels in this form. However, even she is a slave to stamina. She can't take on whole armies in this form.

Premonition: Like an advanced spidey sense, Luciana can get the general direction and type of attack going to come at her, seconds before it's actual sent(Completely sporadic. I'll roll a single die and anything above a four causes it to work.)

She also has the dominate ability from her Tamer form, though it's notably weaker than if she was in her actual Tamer form.

Essence Shatter: The primary reason Luciana doesn't use this form, the suppression on her Essence breaks, announcing her presence far and wide, like a mini sun. Any Angel wanting revenge, Demon wanting to evolve, head hunter wanting fame, or Gospel fanatic wanting to kill her would be able to find her and be drawn to her. Subtlety would be gone, as anyone with even the smallest ability to sense Essence would sense her. Not ideal.

First Angel Form, Tamer, Abilities

Dominate: Luciana makes a loyal slave out of a weaker willed individual. And they serve her, willingly or not.(If she tries this with PC's or NPC's it'll have to be with player permission and even then only for three posts. If she doesn't use a PC, it counts as a post.)

Capture: In Tamer form, Luciana has three rings. She can capture and store one creature in each ring(provided she's dominated them) so that she doesn't have to enslave a new creature each time.(Will not be workable upon PCs). Limit of five, provided she has extra containers.

Essence suppression: Unless you know her essence fairly well, she simply a Surface Angel. Suppression leaves when she uses her abilities(not including releasing those she has captured), announcing her presence.

Human form

Essence Suppression: Unless you know her Essence fairly well, she's just a human. Removed when she uses Sixth Sense.

Tough: She can take more damage in this form than most humans.

Sixth Sense: Luciana can sense any Demons, Chimeras, Angels, and Humans within a 100 foot radius. Given time(as in, if she stares at them long enough), she can even differentiate between the types(Surface, Archangel, Hellion, etc.)

First Demon form, Hellion, abilities

Insubstantial: In this form, Luciana isn't so much one creature as billions of tiny ones, united by a shining blue sub species. A hive mind of sorts. As such, she can dissipate and reform herself to her desires. However, she can't get any taller than 5ft 8in in this form and be something more than a very tall line of her creatures. She only uses consume and rapid breeding to maintain the same number at starting, not to increase. When they're forming a body, Luciana's speed is based on how thickly they're put together. A thickly packed form would be able to pack a harder punch, but would be slower. A thinly packed form would be fast, but weaker in punching. Alone, they have wings and they're about as fast as your average dragonfly.

Rapid breeding: the creatures that compose Luciana's body breed like rabbits on multitudes of steroids, able to rebuild any losses they sustain within minutes. The blue ones far slower than the black ones. Slows down overall when blue ones die, and the more she has to rebuild.

Consumption: Tiny creatures mean tiny mouths, and Luciana can swarm over and devour pretty much anything given enough time. Flesh and cloth naturally being the quickest, armor and such taking longer. Can only eat, if she uses every creature in her body, up to 800 pounds.

Second Demon form, Lord, Abilities

Elemental Control: Luciana can control six elements(fire,water,earth,air, light and darkness) and subsets of them(lightning, metal, ice, shadow, etc.) to a powerful degree. However, the more powerful the spell, the longer it takes to build up. And, the more she uses an element, the more it's opposite grows weaker(More fire=weaker water, more earth=weaker air, more light=weaker dark.)

Flight: Her wings are capable of it, even if they look ragged.

Resilient: Luciana is very hard to damage in this form. Only Archangels and Demonic Lords have a chance. However this can still be beaten down and fades over time as she takes damage.

Essence Shatter: The primary reason Luciana doesn't use this form, the suppression on her Essence breaks, announcing her presence far and wide, like a mini sun. Any Angel wanting revenge, Demon wanting to evolve, head hunter wanting fame, or Gospel fanatic wanting to kill her would be able to find her and be drawn to her. Subtlety would be gone, as anyone with even the smallest ability to sense Essence would sense her. Not ideal.

Superior Physicality: Luciana's strength, speed, and reflexes are a match for Demon Lords and Archangels in this form. As in her Archangel form, she can't fight off entire hordes.

Equipment:

Harp: Luciana's traditional twin pistols have changed into a small, 12-string, harp with three jewels on it(one red, one grey, and one pearl). A gift , or perhaps inheritance, from Melody. While nowhere near as powerful as the original, this Harp is still capable of three things. Oddly enough, one piece of it is a completely different color than the silver. A pearl white sliver, of all things.

Shield: Luciana can create a shield to block an attack. The size and shape changes with how many strings she uses and how long she plays.

Shockwave: By dragging her fingers across the strings, Luciana can create a wave of sound(lasting 3 feet before disappearing) to knock anyone away from her that she feels has gotten to close.

Calm: Luciana can play a tune that calms all who hear what they exactly hear changes listener to listener. It could be a haunting melody, or a lively jig. Whatever makes people not want to stab her anymore.

It should also be noted that the harp changes shape according to her forms. Tamer, five rings. Archangel, battleaxe. Hellion, bits of metal in her blue core. Lord, a kind of blue gauntlets. All of them have the jewels, in one way or another. None of the Harp's abilities can be used in any form other than human.

Personality: Will show IC.

Biography: At first, Luciana's duty was simple. She'd travel between the three realms, keeping the peace(and Balance) and killing those humans, Angels, or Demons that would try to do something stupid. Open the Gate to dominate human kind, declare war on Heaven, do something to end the cycle of rebirth of Demons and Angels. It was never truly easy, especially when powerful Demons decided to get on the more enterprising side of things, but it was simple enough. Then, of course, the Demons and the Angels had to do declare war on each other, and make her job far more complicated than it had to be. Seeing as the leaders of both sides refused to listen to her and other intelligently minded members of their race(who may or may not have been owners of her snake bite), she had to do the interesting thing of fight for both to ensure that neither got the advantage of the other and eventually they both tired of it. Unfortunately, she failed to take into account just how long lived each of the races were, and how long their memories were. They didn't tire of war, and the attrition of war began to affect the Angels. They didn't get reborn as quickly as the Demons did. They weren't ready for war at birth as the Demons were. Soon, the forces of Hell reached Heaven's Gate.

Of course, to get into Heaven they had to destroy the Gate and kill the Gatekeeper. No small feat, especially with Luciana trying to kill them as well. But the Fleshshaper created a monstrosity of immense power that was never seen before and hasn't been seen since. This giant..worm, destroyed the Gate and her sister. Luciana would have killed everything and anything in her path to the Fleshshaper, if she hadn't immediately suffered unbelievably agonizing pain and went into a coma that lasted thousands of years. The balance had been broken, and what had once rested on three shoulders now rested on two. Luciana reacted badly. When she finally awoke from her coma...she wasn't exactly sane. Prone to bouts of agonizing migraines, psychotic rages, and abrupt mood swings, one would have classified Luciana as decidedly insane.

With the recent events of Hell's Gate being destroyed as well, sanity as returned to Luciana. The Balance is no longer half-working and half-destroyed. Luciana is now thinking clearly, and has two goals. One: Fix the gigantic mess that has become the three worlds. Two: Slowly, painfully, and brutally kill Judas.

Revenge is always a nice bonus, after all.

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Lucien

Name: Lucien

Alias/Nickname: Kinslayer

Age: Apparent, 23. Actual, Pre Great War. Ancient.

Race: Angel

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Note: His helmet is gone, lost in the last battle for the sword with Judas, the Cowards(the other Original Angels left in this world, the Council), and whatever Demons happened to be about.

Lucien stands at 6ft exactly, with a 15 foot wingspan. It should be noted, that unlike most Angels, his wings are more black then white, though there is some white feathers left.

Social Status: Angels deem him a traitor, Demons and the Gospel deem him an Angel. Most want him dead. He is on neutral terms with Omnity and those who actually don't try to kill him. At least one Iotan likes him.

Relations: He's intimately close with an Iotan called Ilana, an Original Angel like him. Though where that's going neither of them are sure.

General Activity: Currently, he's in Loom trying to find a Gospel soldier with enough power or connections to get him close to Judas. Failing in that, he kills them.

Abilities: Superior physicality: Lucien is much stronger, has better reflexes, and faster than your average human, a match for any Angel or Hellion.

Rapid healing: As long as he's conscious and not immediately killed by a blow, Lucien can himself Extraordinarily quickly.

Demonic resistance: Lucien has a resistance to spells and manipulations of the Demonic kind.

Equipment: His sword, and his armor(minus the Helm).

Personality: Will Show IC.

Biography: Once, Lucien was a soldier of Heaven. He believed what most of the Angels of that time believed. Humans were primitive, but far more equal than the rest of them, and Demons were evil, but there could be light in even the darkest of places. THat was before the Great War. Before he was betrayed, his daughter slain, and he had to watch as Heaven burned. When the Great War began, they appeared to be making good progress. They attacked the closest realms of hell and destroyed them. The Hellions and Surface Demons were no match for their might. Two more battles were won, and then the Lords of Hell decided to get involved. The war went from an easy fight to bloody struggle in a matter of minutes. And it only went downhill from there. they began to lose, steadily. And then a group of Angels claimed they have found a way to win the war for them. Lucien's daughter was to be the first subject. And then...well...Lucien himself can explain.

"It was towards the end of the Great War. Hell's forces were marching steadily towards Heaven's gate and there was nothing we could do to stop them. We had lost this war of attrition. When we died, our souls went back to heaven and then were reborn, but we took time to grow into our full strength. When we beat our opponents, our only benefit was knowledge how to kill that type easily, and there was always more, always stronger."

"The Demons, however, when the Demons died, they were reborn and ready to fight within seconds of being reborn. When they beat their opponents, they were one step closer to evolving, to becoming stronger. For everyone we slew, dozens would leap up in it's place, desparate to kill an Angel and consume it's essence. We had been retreating for years, and the only victories we gained from the conflict were coming back from it alive. Then the Cowards came, proclaiming they had found a way to make us stronger. To turn the tide against the Demons."

"We were desparate enough to believe them. The Demons were almost upon our doorstep, and we had no where else to turn. My daughter, she had just come of age two days ago. Old enough to be sent to the War front. She was so proud, so eager to do what she could to fight against those that had taken her mother and threatened her home. She was the first to volunteer. I was there when they injected her with the substance. It felt wrong. It's essence was Demonic, but suppressed. I should have stopped it as soon as I felt the wrongness in the substance, but I didn't, because I still trusted the Cowards."

"For the first few weeks, she was fine. No notable change, she was just normal. She survived her first conflicts, I made sure of that, and she served Heaven to the best of her ability. I had never been prouder, never been happier. Three days before the Fleshshaper's monstrosity reached the Heaven's Gate, she began to change. To sicken. Her wings darkened, and she began to puke a black liquid. It grew worse and worse, and when I confronted the Cowards they told me they had made a mistake. It was a Demonic Parasite that they thought would help us. Obviously, they were wrong. Before I could kill them, the Fleshshaper's construct arrived at the gates."

"We managed to slow the creature, but not stop him. The Cowards were being held accountable for their claims. They needed a scape goat. My daughter's wings were now black, and she was nearly unable to move by herself. So they used her. Claimed her wings had blackened because of the betrayal she had done, helping the Demons get that monster to the Gate. They dragged her before a mob."

"They dragged her in front of a mob that tore and spat at her. They made me watch. They claimed she deserved no trial because of her sin. Then they took a sword and decapitated her to the roar of the crowd."

"Minutes later, the Fleshshaper's monster broke the gate. Everyone panicked and tried to stop the Demons from flooding in to the opening. In the chaos, I was left unguarded. In the chaos I found the Coward who killed my daughter, and I killed him.He was the only Angel to not die by a Demon's hand that day. The survivors scattered to the human world as Heaven burned."

"The Cowards perfected their formula there. They got to mind control the newest generation. Black wings, sin of their forefathers. It was disgusting, and I was sealed in onyx and unable to stop them. They created Dark Wings. They claimed it was sin that they had to wash off...their own sin, perhaps."

The Council, or Cowards as Lucien calls them, quickly secured their power over the fledgling Surface angel population, killing or sealing away those who opposed them. Lucien got stuck with the latter, and many years passed before he was freed. The exact amount is unknown to Lucien but he's sure that it is the hundreds at least. When he was freed, he met a Dark Angel called Hazumi, the next reincarnation of his daughter's soul. Even if she's technically a different person, fatherly instincts don't die off easily. Lucien became a sort of protector to her.

Then, of course, she became the sword of Essence and was soon consumed by Judas. Lucien was dragged into Iota before he could do something stupid like try and kill Judas to get the sword back.