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Ayyy, I'm an 18 year old American teen getting ready for college. I like reading stories, gaming, and RPing. How are ya?
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I'll take a Supernatural spot.
Would anyone be interested in a Sky High RP?
CallaLily180 said
Angelique's eyes turned a blinding white, she glanced between him and his dog and gave them a smirk. "Maybe if you really want." Her face turned angelic for a second before everything went back to normal,
Menma tilted his head, causing red bangs to shadow his eyes. "Welp, let's get to it. I have nothing else to do." He whistled sharply, and Cerberus leaped into the house probably to eat and shit. Menma scratched his cheek before glancing over to the Angel. "I think we can find a place somewhere close in the city. Hop on." As soon as he said that, the garage door opened and, on it's own accord, a sleek crimson and white motorcycle rolled out, wisps of pink smoke coming out of the exhaust. Menma leaped onto the leather seat and glanced over at the Angel lady.
CallaLily180 said
Angelique passed what she thought was a man with red hair, she looked at him and smiled politely. "Sir I was wondering if you could point me to a place that sells houses?" She used some of her angelic voice to try and sway him over. As she looked more closely she saw he was a demon, she kept a fierce smile on her face.
Menma glanced downwards once he heard the sound of a heavenly female voice. A crimson eyebrow rose in question once he felt himself get compelled to answer kindly, and he instantly realized that this lady was an angel. Menma wasn't a racist - well, maybe slightly against humans - but he couldn't help but allow a shark-toothed grin to form on his face.
"Ah," he said out loud, leaping off of his porch, "I bought this house from the owners, so I have no idea. Would ya like help looking?" Cerberus padded out onto the porch, looking every bit as a Demon's demonic sidekick.
"Eh, I already hate this realm. What's it been, two years?"
Crimson hair ruffled gently as Menma moved his head slightly to the side, resting a single red iris on the only resident inside his quaint pad, Cerberus the Dog. He really, really disliked animals, but the 5-feet tall Cerberus-like doggy followed him around once Menma saved him from some rare-dog poachers. It was quite annoying.
"Who the Hell you staring at?" He growled at the dog, whom responded with a fart. A literal fart. Eyebrows twitching rapidly, Menma calmly stood up and stretched his back, causing the fabric of his comfty fur jacket to stretch pleasingly. Scratching his butt, while 'accidentally' knocking over Cerberus's bowl of kibble, the ruffian exited his home and gazed out into the neighborhood from the safety of the porch.
"Stupid human world-place..."
Oops, did he say that out loud?
"Screw work."
Crimson hair ruffled gently as Menma moved his head slightly to the side, resting a single red iris on the only resident inside his quaint pad, Cerberus the Dog. He really, really disliked animals, but the 5-feet tall Cerberus-like doggy followed him around once Menma saved him from some rare-dog poachers. It was quite annoying.
"Who the Hell you staring at?" He growled at the dog, whom responded with a fart. A literal fart. Eyebrows twitching rapidly, Menma calmly stood up and stretched his back, causing the fabric of his comfty fur jacket to stretch pleasingly. Scratching his butt, while 'accidentally' knocking over Cerberus's bowl of kibble, the ruffian exited his home and gazed out into the neighborhood from the safety of the porch.
"Stupid human world-place..."
Oops, did he say that out loud?
"Screw work."
Ah, I see. It's okay then. :D
I may refer to him as 'Oni' in the IC, but I may also refer to him as Menma. Use whichever one is suitable for your needs.
Basically, just call him whichever one you want.
Basically, just call him whichever one you want.
Name: Menma 'Oni' Demorias
Age: 19 (Nineteen)
Species: A form of Demon, a mixed species between a rather obscure race called 'Devonia' and 'Yukata'.
Appearance: Menma is a rather...'dicey' looking male, with a naturally slanted nose, and a pale, angular face, considered 'ruggedly handsome' by some of his former classmates in highschool. His eyes are a glaring, yet calmed red, seemingly taking in and analyzing everything, yet dismissing everyone at the same time. His hair is rather odd as well. A shade of peculiar pinkish red, lightly folding between his coal-like eyes and naturally spiking backwards in a way that slightly resembles demonic horns, or the waves on an open flame. He stands within the average height of a teenager his age, if not a tad larger, his body-form both muscular and steam-lined from the regular fights, exercise, and training with his power.
Menma's regular choice of clothing is a reddish-white, black, and gray hoodie with black fur lining the hood. Underneath it he wears a relatively-form fitting white t-shirt, black cargo jeans, and red and white chucks. A cigarette usually hangs out of his mouth, even though it's constantly unlit. His specific race is weird, as they stop aging physically once they reach the full age of maturity, in this case, for Menma, the age is 19.
Personality: Menma has always been an apathetic and calm individual. He doesn't involve himself socially too often unless the situation proves the need to be, and even then he is very calculating, always observing the situation at hand and picks the best route to go about without having to expend too much effort that isn't needed. When he is with himself, and no body else, this is perhaps when he is most at peace. Has been known to show extremely sociopathic qualities; a dark, gory sense of humor, no empathy nor sympathy, and seems to relish in other people's pain. Has the tendency to occasionally break out in maddening chuckles as well. Despite this, he has some good sides as well. When he's in a good mood, which is most of the time if he isn't tired, he could joke around and be teasing, though his jokes and demeanor is still that of a predator. He shows severe lack of the safety of humans, due to mistakes in the past, and would kill one without mercy. Though, underneath his tough personality, Menma is relatively kind-hearted...
Abilities:
- Menma's body is tougher than a human's, blessing, or cursing, him with enhanced speed, endurance, strength, and durability.
- Menma's main power is control over his own Demonic Essense, with it being a livid and terrifying reddish-pink-white color. He can let it out in controlled burst, in a linear stream, or even in his physical actions. The energy can also be physical, turning into semi-visible wisps of hands and appendages to be used to hurt others.
Job: He flits from here and there. Currently, he works at a local automobile shop, a coffee brewery, and a few other things. He may be fired from all three though.
Bio: TBR
I'll create a character relatively soon...
Name: Jake Lexington
Age: 19
Picture/description: Jake's appearance is that of an athletic male in his late teens. He has been exercising since a young age, evident of his well-developed muscularity form and chiseled features. His skin is a tanned, yet fair white, with only a bare minimum of scars from previous fights and accidents. 6 feet 1, with ruffled, feathery light brown hair that goes down beneath his neck in messy spikes. Obviously, since the day of the 'apocalypse', Jake hadn't really cared much about how his hair looked.
Personality: 'Focused and determined...with only a bit of craziness'. Obviously, this whole ordeal has had an effect of Jake's psyche. While, originally, he was the average teenager; cheerful, occasionally moody, happy...things and people change, even if it was only a week. His first encounter with the infected...wasn't the best. Though he ignores any attempts at prying, it has obviously changed him for the better - or worst. He still acts like a teenager - Curious, cocky at moments, confident...but now he is staring to show sociopathic traits. For one, he has lapses where he doesn't appear to have a conscience at all. Blood, gore, death - It's all blended in his head. He'd honestly do whatever needed for survival, even if he had to kill other humans. Maybe he hasn't learned of that scary fact, but it's there, in the back of his mind. (In a few words? Focused, confident, relatively quiet, eerily calm, and brutally violent/jaded with a capital BVJ.)
Biography: (To be Filled)
Foils: Jake doesn't smoke, he only lies when he feels like it, and most of him is normal. His mind is, however, fragmented. Jake is still smart, cunning, and strategic - Grades were never a problem, but his mental health isn't the greatest. He, at times, takes unethical, dangerous, yet carefully-thought out risks, and his ways of dealing with things could be seen as unneedingly brutal or gory to some. His actions are really, really questionable. Don't be surprised if you see him completely burst open a skull with a lopsided grin. Basically, he is prone to random acts of violence, and could turn on friends on a flip of a dime. If he finds it necessary, of course.
Starting/ primary weapon: Jake has a scavenged fire axe he strapped to his back, behind his backpack.
Age: 19
Picture/description: Jake's appearance is that of an athletic male in his late teens. He has been exercising since a young age, evident of his well-developed muscularity form and chiseled features. His skin is a tanned, yet fair white, with only a bare minimum of scars from previous fights and accidents. 6 feet 1, with ruffled, feathery light brown hair that goes down beneath his neck in messy spikes. Obviously, since the day of the 'apocalypse', Jake hadn't really cared much about how his hair looked.
Personality: 'Focused and determined...with only a bit of craziness'. Obviously, this whole ordeal has had an effect of Jake's psyche. While, originally, he was the average teenager; cheerful, occasionally moody, happy...things and people change, even if it was only a week. His first encounter with the infected...wasn't the best. Though he ignores any attempts at prying, it has obviously changed him for the better - or worst. He still acts like a teenager - Curious, cocky at moments, confident...but now he is staring to show sociopathic traits. For one, he has lapses where he doesn't appear to have a conscience at all. Blood, gore, death - It's all blended in his head. He'd honestly do whatever needed for survival, even if he had to kill other humans. Maybe he hasn't learned of that scary fact, but it's there, in the back of his mind. (In a few words? Focused, confident, relatively quiet, eerily calm, and brutally violent/jaded with a capital BVJ.)
Biography: (To be Filled)
Foils: Jake doesn't smoke, he only lies when he feels like it, and most of him is normal. His mind is, however, fragmented. Jake is still smart, cunning, and strategic - Grades were never a problem, but his mental health isn't the greatest. He, at times, takes unethical, dangerous, yet carefully-thought out risks, and his ways of dealing with things could be seen as unneedingly brutal or gory to some. His actions are really, really questionable. Don't be surprised if you see him completely burst open a skull with a lopsided grin. Basically, he is prone to random acts of violence, and could turn on friends on a flip of a dime. If he finds it necessary, of course.
Starting/ primary weapon: Jake has a scavenged fire axe he strapped to his back, behind his backpack.
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