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DPRPGC #7: Hail the Glorious Leader

Viewfront Academy: School for the gifted.

@chukklehed Ah fuck toast DX Well I guess I could revise her a little.

Evelyn

“I really don't wanna be here right now...” -__-

T H E B A S I C S

|Name|

Evelyn Nazareth Thorne

|Birth Date|

Unknown

|Age|

17

|Gender|

Female

A P P E A R A N C E

"Why don't you take a picture, perv?"

|In Depth Appearance|

Evelyn stands about 5'0 and weighs roughly 130 lbs. She has a fairly slender build with a bit of curve to her and her bust size is a b-cup. Her raven black hair is always cut short, though sometimes she grows it out. Evelyn's been noted for having the appearance of someone who has been dead for some time, namely her pale white skin, sunk in eyes with dark circles around them, and the over-all frailty of her visage. Her face is covered in piercings from her nose to her ears and eyebrows. She also has creepy blood red eyes that glow when she becomes angry and dim when she is sad or depressed. You'll never see her wear bright colors either, because she hates them, so expect to see Ev always wearing black clothing, mostly either heavy metal band shirts or clothes decorated with skulls, crosses, and other macabre motifs. As for tattoos, there is one on her left shoulder blade of two black snakes biting eachother's tails forming a circle. In the midst of the circle is a bizarre sigil flanked by several mysterious runes.

G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E

"Aww you wanna know about me? How sweet, because I could barely give a fuck about you."

|Likes & Dislikes|

✔Dark clothes, scary movies, gothic horror novels, creepy and morbid stuff, loud-INSANELY LOUD metal music, classical music, playing guitar and piano, coffee and cigarettes



*sigh* "I needed this." =u=

✘People she finds annoying, daylight, doing homework, bullies, pop music, meat (she's vegetarian)

|Habits|

Sleeping late, never cleaning up after herself, stealing her roommate's stuff, hogging the shower for too long, constantly either reading, drawing or looking up at the stars

|Fears|

Evelyn mainly fears becoming close to others and will push them away however she can. She is also claustrophobic, and she has a fear of heights.

H O W I F I G H T

"Pray to your pathetic gods you fucking cowards! BEG FOR MERCY!!"

|Fighting Style|

Evelyn's a berserker. When she attacks, she goes in hard, brutal, and without mercy. Whether she's digging her claws into your flesh or violating your mind with horrific visions of gore and terror, she is unrelenting in her fury and rage.

|Magic|

Evelyn's magic is blood magic, forbidden, evil. She has the ability to manipulate blood, whether it be her own or her victims' into physical manifestations, often with terrifying results.

|Weapon|

S T I G M A T A - While Evelyn can form her blood into many different weapons, her most commonly used is Stigmata, a razor sharp scythe that can cleave through nearly anything, including human flesh.

|Special Attacks/Defenses/Fatalities|

I Know Why Judas Wept - Slamming Stigmata into her opponent's torso with all her might, Evelyn then courses the blood through their veins to form into several nails that burst through their hands and feet, contorting their body into an agonizing pose similar to crucifixion before disemboweling them horribly from the inside and forcing them to bleed out from every orifice of their body.

Deathgrip on Yesterday - Stigmata becomes a gigantic, bloody claw that ensnares its victims, crushing the life out of them and grinding their bones into ash while slamming them around.

Monster's Ball - Evelyn triggers the attack by shattering Stigmata into several smaller blood sickles, sending them careening towards her enemy in a cloud of deadly projectiles that rip them to shreds while shooting them upwards into the sky, finally finishing them off with a giant bloody spike slamming them into the ground.

Into the Arms of Sorrow - Evelyn's defensive maneuver. Albeit painfully, bloody wings will sprout from her back and enshroud her body in a shield of temporary protection. However, the weaker Evelyn becomes, the less effective it is at protecting her.

Fuckyoupunctured - Evelyn forms her blood into a storm of tiny blood needles she sticks one by one into her victim, embedding them deep into their body. Once every needle is in place, she swells them with blood, often slowly, till her opponent explodes into a gory mess.

|Advantages|

Evelyn's brutal fighting style, mixed with her dark magic, makes for her to be a very intimidating presence on the battlefield. Just the mere sight of her can strike fear into the hearts of her foes, often times rendering them unable to defend against her relentless assault.

Disadvantages

While most of Evelyn's attacks are crushing and indeed chaotic, she is strictly a close combat specialist with maybe a few far ranged attacks, thus limiting her abilities. Also most, if not all of Evelyn's powers are controlled by anger and hatred, and the more she feels, the less of a grip she has over herself, becoming a danger to all, even to ones she loves. Often, overuse of her power can weaken her due to constant blood-loss and exerting her body to great levels of stress.

D E L V I N G D E E P E R

"Do you really want to see what's in my mind?"

|Personality|
♦ Cynical ♦ Antisocial ♦ Moody ♦ Sarcastic ♦

Evelyn is cynical, sarcastic, and rather antisocial. She mostly likes to keep to herself, but doesn't really mind speaking with others. She is easily annoyed by some people, and may come off as a total bitch, but she does have a caring side to her and will fiercely protect those she cares for. Also, Evelyn is mostly attracted to girls, but has never had the courage to ask any out, mostly because she fears growing close to people.

|Place of Origin|

Unknown

|History|



"Some things you just don't need to know..."

Evelyn's history is a bit of a touchy subject for her. She doesn't like to bring it up, and probably never will, even given the proper circumstances. She is only here to get away from everything, her problems, life in general, etc.

|Personal Strengths|

None really, aside from being a kick ass guitarist and her impeccable taste in music.

|Personal Weaknesses|

Her constant urge to drive people away from her, not to mention her volatile temper, has made her bitter and lonely. She feels she is a person undeserving of anything good, be it the love of another or just happiness in general. Often times when given the chance, Evelyn will shut herself away. It would take a brave and daring soul to even crack the shell she keeps herself hidden inside.

|Extra|

"Nope, nothing else to add. Now go away before I feed you your spleen." -___-*

Well...she is allergic to cats.

Antennas to Hell - Evelyn's Battle Themes

Theme 1 - Carnival of Carnage

Theme 2 - Eaten Alive with Rotten Teeth

Theme 3 - Schizophrenic Ballroom

Theme 4 - And Her Hate Drowned the World

Hope this is better. If not, it's back to the grave with you Ev.

"Eh, at least I get to jam with Dime in the afterlife." <.<

Viewfront Academy: School for the gifted.

She's back! >:D

“I really don't wanna be here right now...” -__-

T H E B A S I C S

|Name|

Evelyn Nazareth Thorne


|Birth Date|

Unknown

|Age|

17

|Gender|

Female

A P P E A R A N C E



"Why don't you take a picture, perv?"

|In Depth Appearance|

Evelyn stands about 5'0 and weighs roughly 130 lbs. She has a fairly slender build with a bit of curve to her and her bust size is a b-cup. Her raven black hair is always cut short, though sometimes she grows it out. Evelyn's been noted for having the appearance of someone who has been dead for some time, namely her pale white skin, sunk in eyes with dark circles around them, and the over-all frailty of her visage. Her face is covered in piercings from her nose to her ears and eyebrows. She also has creepy blood red eyes that glow when she becomes angry and dim when she is sad or depressed. You'll never see her wear bright colors either, because she hates them, so expect to see Ev always wearing black clothing, mostly either heavy metal band shirts or clothes decorated with skulls, crosses, and other macabre motifs. As for tattoos, there is one on her left shoulder blade of two black snakes biting eachother's tails forming a circle. In the midst of the circle is a bizarre sigil flanked by several mysterious runes.


G E T T I N G T O K N O W M E



"Aww you wanna know about me? How sweet, because I could barely give a fuck about you."

|Likes & Dislikes|

✔Dark clothes, scary movies, gothic horror novels, creepy and morbid stuff, loud-INSANELY LOUD metal music, classical music, playing guitar and piano, coffee and cigarettes



*sigh* "I needed this." =u=

✘People she finds annoying, daylight, doing homework, bullies, pop music, meat (she's vegetarian)

|Habits|

Sleeping late, never cleaning up after herself, stealing her roommate's stuff, hogging the shower for too long, constantly either reading, drawing or looking up at the stars

|Fears|

Evelyn mainly fears becoming close to others and will push them away however she can. She is also claustrophobic, and she has a fear of heights.

H O W I F I G H T



"Pray to your pathetic gods you fucking cowards! BEG FOR MERCY!!"

Fighting Style

Evelyn's a berserker. When she attacks, she goes in hard, brutal, and without mercy. Whether she's digging her claws into your flesh or violating your mind with horrific visions of gore and terror, she is unrelenting in her fury and rage.

Magic

Evelyn's magic is dark magic, forbidden, evil. She has the ability to manipulate pure darkness into physical manifestations and quite possibly to make the most dreadful fears of her opponents...dare she say...her victims come to life before their very eyes. Her magic also gives her the ability at times to summon horrific shadow creatures from the Never, a twisted, hellish dimension that exists between the planes of light and shadow.

Weapon

The Knightmare - A large, black metallic claw. Not only does it give Evelyn a nightmarish appearance, but its sharp enough to even claw through steel. With it, Evelyn can face off against anyone in both armed and unarmed combat. She could catch a sword by its blade and snap it in two, or better yet, tear the flesh off someone's bones.

Advantages

Evelyn's brutal fighting style, mixed with her dark magic, makes for her to be a very intimidating presence on the battlefield. Just the mere sight of her can strike fear into the hearts of her foes, often times rendering them unable to defend against her relentless assault

Disadvantages

While most of Evelyn's attacks are crushing and indeed chaotic, she is strictly a close combat specialist, thus limiting her abilities. Also most, if not all of Evelyn's powers are controlled by anger and hatred, and the more she feels, the less of a grip she has over herself, becoming a danger to all, even to ones she loves.

D E L V I N G D E E P E R



"Do you really want to see what's in my mind?"

|Personality|

♦ Cynical ♦ Antisocial ♦ Moody ♦ Sarcastic ♦

Evelyn is cynical, sarcastic, and rather antisocial. She mostly likes to keep to herself, but doesn't really mind speaking with others. She is easily annoyed by some people, and may come off as a total bitch, but she does have a caring side to her and will fiercely protect those she cares for. Also, Evelyn is mostly attracted to girls, but has never had the courage to ask any out, mostly because she fears growing close to people.

|Place of Origin|

Unknown

|History|



"Some things you just don't need to know..."

Evelyn's history is a bit of a touchy subject for her. She doesn't like to bring it up, and probably never will, even given the proper circumstances. She is only here to get away from everything, her problems, life in general, etc.

Personal Strengths

None really, aside from being a kick ass guitarist and her impeccable taste in music.

Personal Weaknesses

Her constant urge to drive people away from her, not to mention her volatile temper, has made her bitter and lonely. She feels she is a person undeserving of anything good, be it the love of another or just happiness in general. Often times when given the chance, Evelyn will shut herself away. It would take a brave and daring soul to even crack the shell she keeps herself hidden inside.

|Extra|

"Nope, nothing else to add. Now go away before I feed you your spleen." -___-*

Well...she is allergic to cats.

Hope this is good enough! ^///^;

Viewfront Academy: School for the gifted.

@chukklehed Okies I will, but....I'mma need a second. *grabs a spade and forbidden necromancy book and runs off to a graveyard*

Viewfront Academy: School for the gifted.

I may consider joining this if there's still room. Also hi @chukklehed long time no see! ^_____^

Viewfront Academy: School for the gifted.

E V E L Y N

If we die in a dream, we wake up in reality. So...if we die in reality...do we wake up in a dream?

Slumped into the uncomfortable seat of a rickety town bus, packed to the brim with people she was about to slaughter if they stepped on her feet again, a dark haired girl with ghostly white complexion and eyes crimsoned sat in a dismal, empty gaze out the window at the passing countryside. The city, dirty and dangerous, had faded from her sight a sparse few moments ago, the cracked, filthy pavement spattered with dry blood, the back alleys littered with trash and sordid deeds, the skyscrapers that played witness to many a gruesome and horrid spectacle, they were all but distant memories now to her, Evelyn Nazareth Thorne.

Even as the sun's rays basked and sizzled against her pale complexion, the girl couldn't help but feel no warmth at all piercing her frail skin....skin marred with several cuts, several red and black scars, the grisly results of her melancholy scraping across the fragile flesh in the form of a razor blade or a lit cigarette, the searing...hellish agony giving her some sort of release, some sort of comfort as the blood trickled down her arms and fell from her slender fingertips. Luckily, said scars would never be seen hidden under the black leather of her jacket with a hood she pulled over her head, concealing her face in a sea of black, save for the two glowing red eyes that pierced through the thick mist obscuring her and possibly into the souls of whoever dared to gaze upon her phantasmic figure sitting quiet and austere. However, much attention she still gained unwanted. Possibly due to the black shirt she wore under her jacket with thick white grungy lettering announcing, I'M THE DEVIL, AND I'M HERE TO DO THE DEVIL'S WORK. A quote from her favorite Rob Zombie flick, topped off with a bloody butcher knife.

Merely she ignored the scrutinizing, condescending glances she received from all, pushing past the crowds and shoulder checking a few people carelessly, on her way towards the front and out onto the sidewalk.

"Hello Viewfront...I'm back." She muttered to herself in a sigh, an exhale of thin white smoke to follow from the crumpled cigarette clenched between her lips. She really had no cares at all if smoking wasn't allowed is school, nor did she give a shit what anyone would say about it. All Evelyn ever cared for...was herself.

Again late for the opening ceremony, but like she really cared. She just wanted to find her dorm already, so it was off to the dorm hall, again rudely pushing people aside without remorse.

Room 312, that was where her dorm was. It felt a bit nicer being on the third floor, such a nice view of the school grounds and whatnot, but a sightseeing tour was the least of her intentions. For now, she just wanted to get to her room, lock the door and plug in her amp. "309....310...311..." She trudged down the hallway in her black demonia boots, her prized guitar, the The Hymn of Thanatos nestled safely in a black hardcase crudely plastered with stickers from every band, from Anthrax to Butcher Babies to Dethklok, slung over her shoulders a drab, olive green military duffel bag also adorned with several other stickers and patches from metal bands.

Just by the look of everyone else in the dorm hall as her foreboding presence passed them by, she could tell they knew...

The Mistress of Discord had returned to wreak her bloody havoc.

Blood Suckers vs The Werewolves

@Wraithblade6 *leaves puppy chow outside the RP* They'll be here soon...ish.

Claymore Academy (always accepting)

@sassy1085

After putting away Shear-Breeze and making sure he was well fed and groomed, Tohru bid her gallant steed goodbye and dressed back into her school uniform, no spot nor blemish marring the perfection and grace she maintained, same with her princely image. Twas but a few short steps away from the academy on the forest path that a sound caught her ear. Distant first it was, the small clack of wood against wood, but the closer she drew, so too did the sound grow in decibel, until she was standing on a hill overlooking the school's magnificent courtyard. There, she saw the two, Rin and the other girl, Yuuko she believed her name was, engaged in a fearsome quarrel of false blades.

For a moment or so, Tohru stood there, observing the fight with a scrutinizing gaze, yet a rather wry smile inching its way across her lips. Rin-san's skill with a blade is quite admirable. A little stiff, yes, but with proper training, certainly she could become a wonderful swordswoman. Yet, her joy would be short lived. Another sound had caught her, this one closer, the crunch of the freshly fallen autumn leaves under foot, and with it...a presence, ominous, dangerous, indeed an unwelcoming sense she felt. She did not turn to face them, but she knew they were there, women, four of them at least, girls the same age as she, perhaps even older, their faces obscured by a bizarre sort of masks, each hand possessing an equally strange curved blade.

"Are you Itagaki Tohru, famed Prince of Claymore Academy?" Sharp one of the women inquired, slightly her voice muffled by the porcelain mask. Tohru dared not to turn and face them, rather cast a cold glare over her shoulder and grit her teeth in response, "And if I am? Who was it who sent you, the Hanazono clan perhaps?" She expected as much, the bloody feud between the families now escalating to this, hiring cowardly cutthroats to do their sordid bidding. Not honorable enough to face their adversaries on the battlefield any more. But a surprise it came to Tohru when the leader of these...assassins...dismissed her inquiry, "We have no interest in your pitiful family squabbles, Itagaki-san. We are only here for one reason, and one reason alone...to take your life."

((Battle Music: Dance with Me in Hell))

Suddenly all four assassins dove on her, Tohru swiftly yet narrowly dodging their frenzied slashing. She quickly drew her sword, but damned she be forgetting the one she grabbed was not her true weapon, but the fake wooden replica she used in training. Still, the wooden blade did its work for the most part, blocking hit after hit from these four diabolical women, but after so much, finally the damned thing had given and was sliced through the middle by their attack. "Agh!" Tohru grunted, the sharp pain of steel carving across the thin layer of her cheek and drawing a small drivel of crimson. She stumbled a bit, taken off guard, soon another painful slash to her backside, then to her midriff cutting open her blazer. These women, just...just who were they?! The way they fought, it was a sword style of the likes never witnessed by Tohru before, so graceful and yet so violent. It was though instead of fighting, they were dancing, twirling about and soaring through the thin air with such elegant but unpredictable moves....and that is what made them so dangerous to the Prince of Claymore. This...this isn't good, dammit! I can't read any of their moves! Their attacks, I can't stop them! Sooner or later...these vile women are going to cut me to ribbons! Amaterasu...give me your strength! I may not be victorious over these vicious assailants, but at least let me leave this fray alive....

She could sense them smirking under their masks, the lead assassin raising her blade forth for another ill strike. Tohru, though wounded, her body racked with such severe pain and fatigue, she once more rose the remnants of her wooden blade to them, snarling under her breath in absolute defiance, teeth bared like the fangs of a rabid wolf...or better yet...a fearsome lion, "I am Itagaki Tohru, heir to the Itagaki Dynasty and Prince of Claymore...and I will defeat you! HAVE AT THEE!!"

Good girl (me) X Bad boy (You)

"Where the fuck are you going?!"

"I'm going to school! Where else you drunk hag?! At least I still have a fucking life!"

"Don't you talk to me like that, you lazy shithead! I would've had a life if that sorry fuckhead didn't leave me with your sorry ass! Why don't you do us both a favor and get a job instead of laying on your ass all day smoking pot!"

"Fuck you!"

I slam the door behind me gritting my teeth. My mom...I can barely call her that anymore. She was in one of her typical moods, always throwing shit at me and calling me worthless. It's how she gets when she hasn't had her morning dose of Jack and coke. And dad...fuck him! He's either laying on the side of the road strung out or shacked up with some meth-head hooker in Vegas. Good riddance I say. It's already 8:30. I'm late, but I don't care. I pull the hood of my Slipknot hoodie over my head and shove in my earbuds, Bullet for My Valentine blaring loud in my ears. Then, I walk to school. I was thinking of skipping today, just doing my usual, getting high, but I don't wanna be home with that bitch.

I pass the cemetery on my way, a quick glance to one grave in particular, still the same old torn up flag beside it. Ronnie...I wish he was here... He just had to sign up, then three weeks later, they ship him over to Afghanistan. He was killed when an IED blew up his humvee. That's when mom went to pieces...and well..so did I.

I finally make it to school, just as the tardy bell rings. Looks like I'll be getting detention again today, but I don't give a shit. A couple of jocks shove past me. I hear the typical, Move it, fag! and Fucking weirdo! One of them happens to knock my music player out of my hand, my earbuds along with it. Merely, I just snarl under my breath and pick it back up. I hate this place...and everyone here. If I could, I would just take a match...and light it all ablaze. Watch everyone burn in their self created Hell...forever...

Blood Suckers vs The Werewolves

@ribcageroses It's cool. ^__^ The last rp Rebecca and Cammie were in, Cammie only used her ability to help Rebecca track down other vampires. It didn't really take over the whole story.