Ira, Demonlord of Wrath
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: He stands upwards of 20ft tall with bright red, angry skin. Massive muscles dominate his large frame. Unlike many of his fellow demon lords, Ira has no human form, instead, he shrinks down if he needs to interact with the lesser immortals or mortals, or fit through a door without destroying it.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears demonic plate mail (not shown in pic) all the time. It is black in color, with silver highlights. Dried blood is a frequent feature on it as well, the blood of those who make him angry, an easy task to accomplish. He wields a flaming sword, matched by a barbed whip used to retrieve those who attempt to flee after incurring his ire.
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 11:02:32 GMT -8
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Post by Ira, Demonlord of Wrath on Oct 17, 2016 13:22:24 GMT -8
The Fortress of the Demonlord of Wrath is situated in one of the most inhospitable places on the planet. In fact, it may not be on the planet, but instead a portal to his little domain in Hell. Nobody really knows. Except for Ira, but he isn't sharing the secret. The Fortress appeared as tensions between Isra and Goraia reached untenable levels, inevitably leading towards war. And war breeds wrath, as opposing soldiers are told to hate one another like they have no other, A pair of stone gargoyles flank the causeway linking the earth below to his fortress. A fearsome pair they are, they go by the names Cain and Abel, and are the most loyal of all the Demonlord's servants. This is because they are created of his essence, infused into the very stones that make up the Fortress and granted life by the will of Ira. They will ask all who attempt to enter their reason for doing so, and if the answer does not satisfy them, they will attack and drive off or kill whoever attempted to enter. Should they be bested, he will reconstruct them out of his own castle, there to greet the next guests, but those who bested them had better have a good reason for doing so, as that is a sure-fire way to incur Ira's wrath. Those who are allowed in will make their way through a simple fortress, two straight hallways broken up by only one large meeting/dining hall that leads directly to the throne room. It is here that the Demonlord will receive those who come to him. Those who seek his boons will have to prove themselves if they haven't been summoned by him directly. Those who seek to challenge him will find no comfort, but should they prove themselves in the combat he may grant them mercy. Now that he has returned from Hell, he is seeking new heralds to incite and inspire wrath wherever they are sent, or choose to go. Those who prove themselves are rewarded with gifts from Ira's trove of treasures, collected over numerous millennia of existence. Those who wish to enter into his service are granted the right to become his Herald, spreading wrath over the lands at his discretion, and eventually, after being granted further and further daemonic abilities, become a daemon themselves.
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Romelia Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 19
Physical Description: Romelia sports the Fletcher family's signature white hair and pale skin. She has sharp, pointy teeth behind her plump and pretty lips, and has a rather slim and petite figure. She stands about 5'3".
Clothes and Equipment: Having always been a particularly vain young lady, Romelia wears only the finest pirate clothes with an absurdly extravagant hat. She carries a long cutlass with an intricately engraved hand guard.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 21:24:01 GMT -8
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Post by Romelia Fletcher on Oct 17, 2016 15:41:20 GMT -8
The ship was gone. That was all Romelia knew for sure. It had been sucked into some sort of whirlpool and now it was gone. She'd awoken a few moments earlier, and had no idea what was going on. Had she died? She certainly didn't feel dead, but the scenery wasn't helping. She looked around, and spotted Ray Fletcher lying on the ground, still collared and chained. Ugh. Of all the members of the crew to have been somehow transported here with her, why did it have to be him? Sighing, she grabbed the chain and gave it a quick tug, trying to wake him up. "Hey, Ray. Are you alive? I know you didn't drown, so you'd better wake up."
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Ray Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 17
Physical Description: Height: 6'0''
Hair: White
Eyes: Blue
Build: Sleek and muscular
General: Ray is devilishly handsome all around, probably due to being half Kelpie, which are known to attract their victims with their looks.
Clothes and Equipment: Ray has never particularly liked wearing much clothes, and often is shirtless as it is more comfortable for him due to his ability to absorb water through his skin. Too much clothes feels suffocating to him. When he is wearing something on his upper body however it is a loose coat that gives him much needed breathing room.
Player's online availability : Arrrg.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 13:50:44 GMT -8
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Post by Ray Fletcher on Oct 17, 2016 21:09:57 GMT -8
Ray would groan wearily as Romelia woke him up by pulling his chain. He would sit up, rubbing his eyes. He felt like crap. The ship went down in a whirlpool, last he remembered, and he was unlucky enough to end up with Romelia as well? Perfect, that was just perfect.
"Hey, Ray. Are you alive? I know you didn't drown, so you'd better wake up."
"I think I'd be better off if I wasn't," he muttered under his breath and getting up. Once he began to look around, the surrounding landscape baffled him, "Where in the hell are we?"
Last he remembered, they were in the middle of the ocean, not a dry, lava filled wasteland.
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Ira, Demonlord of Wrath
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: He stands upwards of 20ft tall with bright red, angry skin. Massive muscles dominate his large frame. Unlike many of his fellow demon lords, Ira has no human form, instead, he shrinks down if he needs to interact with the lesser immortals or mortals, or fit through a door without destroying it.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears demonic plate mail (not shown in pic) all the time. It is black in color, with silver highlights. Dried blood is a frequent feature on it as well, the blood of those who make him angry, an easy task to accomplish. He wields a flaming sword, matched by a barbed whip used to retrieve those who attempt to flee after incurring his ire.
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 11:02:32 GMT -8
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Post by Ira, Demonlord of Wrath on Oct 18, 2016 2:40:45 GMT -8
Cain and Abel motionlessly watched the pair, who had appeared from a strange portal above. It was certainly not the strangest thing to happen in their long millennia of guardianship, and they remained passive, observing the two fletchers, the only giveaway the motion of their eyes, which would be undiscernable at that distance.
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Romelia Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 19
Physical Description: Romelia sports the Fletcher family's signature white hair and pale skin. She has sharp, pointy teeth behind her plump and pretty lips, and has a rather slim and petite figure. She stands about 5'3".
Clothes and Equipment: Having always been a particularly vain young lady, Romelia wears only the finest pirate clothes with an absurdly extravagant hat. She carries a long cutlass with an intricately engraved hand guard.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 21:24:01 GMT -8
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Post by Romelia Fletcher on Oct 18, 2016 8:09:09 GMT -8
Romelia breathed a sigh of relief when Ray got up, but quickly caught herself and sniffed indignantly.
"Oh, you're awake. Well, that's nice then. It's not like I cared one way or another. Hmmph."
At his question, she looked around at the burning wasteland. Where were they? It certainly didn't look like a friendly place. Picking up her hat off the ground, she blew out a small fire on the feather and carefully placed it onto her head. If nothing else, at least she had her fancy hat.
"Well, we're not on the ship anymore. That's for sure."
Turning around, she spotted the fortress and the two gargoyles. Something seemed odd about the grotesque statues, but she couldn't quite place what it was. The fortress itself was possibly the most inhospitable place she'd ever seen, but it wasn't as though there was anywhere else to go for help. Romelia groaned, and started walking towards the stairs to the fortress. How had they come all the way here? The ocean was nowhere to be seen.
"Come along, we're going to check that castle out. Maybe there's someone in there who knows what's going on."
She tugged Ray along towards the fortress, impatiently.
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Ray Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 17
Physical Description: Height: 6'0''
Hair: White
Eyes: Blue
Build: Sleek and muscular
General: Ray is devilishly handsome all around, probably due to being half Kelpie, which are known to attract their victims with their looks.
Clothes and Equipment: Ray has never particularly liked wearing much clothes, and often is shirtless as it is more comfortable for him due to his ability to absorb water through his skin. Too much clothes feels suffocating to him. When he is wearing something on his upper body however it is a loose coat that gives him much needed breathing room.
Player's online availability : Arrrg.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 13:50:44 GMT -8
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Post by Ray Fletcher on Oct 18, 2016 9:49:44 GMT -8
Ray glared at Romelia.
"Yeah, well I'd rather be alone in this wasteland than be with you, even if you were the only person left," he shot back.
He would get up, brushing off his clothes. He would tug at the metal collar that was around his neck, which was useless of course as far as getting it off was concerned, but helped make the damn thing not as uncomfortable. This was ruined much to Ray's displeasure when Romelia tugged on it again.
This would elicit another glare from Ray, but Romelia was already walking away and didn't look back, and he was forced to follow along, lest he be tugged at uncomfortably again. Soon they would come up to the pair of gargoyles then. Romelia might have noticed something was off about them but Ray couldn't care less in his current pissed off state. They were just some stupid looking statues to him.
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Ira, Demonlord of Wrath
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: He stands upwards of 20ft tall with bright red, angry skin. Massive muscles dominate his large frame. Unlike many of his fellow demon lords, Ira has no human form, instead, he shrinks down if he needs to interact with the lesser immortals or mortals, or fit through a door without destroying it.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears demonic plate mail (not shown in pic) all the time. It is black in color, with silver highlights. Dried blood is a frequent feature on it as well, the blood of those who make him angry, an easy task to accomplish. He wields a flaming sword, matched by a barbed whip used to retrieve those who attempt to flee after incurring his ire.
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 11:02:32 GMT -8
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Post by Ira, Demonlord of Wrath on Oct 19, 2016 5:44:17 GMT -8
The gargoyles leaped from their pedestals to land heavily on the bridge, just in front of the pair of humans. When they spoke, it would be difficult to tell which one the voice came from, as their mouths did not move and they sounded the same.
"That one has much anger does he not brother?"
"Yes he does, Lord Ira will be most pleased! Tell us, why have you come to the Fortress of the Lord of Wrath?"
"He has only recently awoken, so he may be in a forgiving mood. Or pissed off. I would hope for the former if I were you two."
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Romelia Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 19
Physical Description: Romelia sports the Fletcher family's signature white hair and pale skin. She has sharp, pointy teeth behind her plump and pretty lips, and has a rather slim and petite figure. She stands about 5'3".
Clothes and Equipment: Having always been a particularly vain young lady, Romelia wears only the finest pirate clothes with an absurdly extravagant hat. She carries a long cutlass with an intricately engraved hand guard.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 21:24:01 GMT -8
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Post by Romelia Fletcher on Oct 19, 2016 6:27:23 GMT -8
When the stony gargoyles suddenly came to life, Romelia jumped back instinctively. She reached for her cutlass, but found only an empty scabbard. It seemed as though her sword had been lost to the sea. Frustrated, she looked back up to the gargoyles.
"It's not like I came here on purpose, you know. We got sucked into a whirlpool, and now we're here."
She acted tough, but was in fact somewhat worried. Fortress of the Lord of Wrath? Lord Ira? Talking gargoyles? What had she wandered into?
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Ray Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 17
Physical Description: Height: 6'0''
Hair: White
Eyes: Blue
Build: Sleek and muscular
General: Ray is devilishly handsome all around, probably due to being half Kelpie, which are known to attract their victims with their looks.
Clothes and Equipment: Ray has never particularly liked wearing much clothes, and often is shirtless as it is more comfortable for him due to his ability to absorb water through his skin. Too much clothes feels suffocating to him. When he is wearing something on his upper body however it is a loose coat that gives him much needed breathing room.
Player's online availability : Arrrg.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 13:50:44 GMT -8
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Post by Ray Fletcher on Oct 20, 2016 9:44:50 GMT -8
Ray simply frowned as the Gargoyles came to life and began speaking to them. Of course, why wouldn't the gargoyle statues actually be living?
He stayed silent at first and let Romelia speak. Not because he was scared or anything, as he could easily tell that Romelia was, but because he simply couldn't be bothered. When he wanted to know something, though, he spoke up. He held a rather disdainful tone.
"Who is Ira? And can he get us out of this shitty place or not?"
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Ira, Demonlord of Wrath
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: He stands upwards of 20ft tall with bright red, angry skin. Massive muscles dominate his large frame. Unlike many of his fellow demon lords, Ira has no human form, instead, he shrinks down if he needs to interact with the lesser immortals or mortals, or fit through a door without destroying it.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears demonic plate mail (not shown in pic) all the time. It is black in color, with silver highlights. Dried blood is a frequent feature on it as well, the blood of those who make him angry, an easy task to accomplish. He wields a flaming sword, matched by a barbed whip used to retrieve those who attempt to flee after incurring his ire.
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 11:02:32 GMT -8
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Post by Ira, Demonlord of Wrath on Oct 20, 2016 9:49:55 GMT -8
"Very nasty attitudes. Ira won't like that, but we will answer your questions. Yes he can get you out if here, he made this place, made us even. But I wouldn't go around insulting his work unless you like your brains splattered about."
They spoke in unison this time, using a rather eerie voice that was simultaneously the same and different. It seemed to reverberate off the stones, adding a third, deeper note to an already creepy ensemble.
"But again, now that you are here, why are you intent on crossing the bridge?"
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Romelia Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 19
Physical Description: Romelia sports the Fletcher family's signature white hair and pale skin. She has sharp, pointy teeth behind her plump and pretty lips, and has a rather slim and petite figure. She stands about 5'3".
Clothes and Equipment: Having always been a particularly vain young lady, Romelia wears only the finest pirate clothes with an absurdly extravagant hat. She carries a long cutlass with an intricately engraved hand guard.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 21:24:01 GMT -8
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Post by Romelia Fletcher on Oct 20, 2016 12:07:34 GMT -8
Romelia clapped a hand over Ray's mouth to try and prevent him from saying anything dumb. What was he doing? Did the boy have a death wish or something?
"Be quiet, you idiot. Captain Jack's not around anymore. I was the first mate, so I'm in charge, you got that? Look at me! I'm the captain now. Listen to what I say before you get us both killed."
Turning back to the gargoyles, she gave them a polite (if somewhat smug) smile. Always be nice to talking rock creatures, that's what Gran had always said.
"Why do we want to cross the bridge? Well, there isn't anywhere else to go except the bridge."
She gestured around at the lava-filled landscape.
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Ray Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 17
Physical Description: Height: 6'0''
Hair: White
Eyes: Blue
Build: Sleek and muscular
General: Ray is devilishly handsome all around, probably due to being half Kelpie, which are known to attract their victims with their looks.
Clothes and Equipment: Ray has never particularly liked wearing much clothes, and often is shirtless as it is more comfortable for him due to his ability to absorb water through his skin. Too much clothes feels suffocating to him. When he is wearing something on his upper body however it is a loose coat that gives him much needed breathing room.
Player's online availability : Arrrg.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 13:50:44 GMT -8
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Post by Ray Fletcher on Oct 24, 2016 11:28:38 GMT -8
Ray, while initially surprised by Romelia clapping a hand over his mouth, would be quick to push the hand away, his scowl deepening slightly as a result. However, he would be quite for now, crossing his arms as he watched Romelia and the gargoyles talk silently.
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Ira, Demonlord of Wrath
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: He stands upwards of 20ft tall with bright red, angry skin. Massive muscles dominate his large frame. Unlike many of his fellow demon lords, Ira has no human form, instead, he shrinks down if he needs to interact with the lesser immortals or mortals, or fit through a door without destroying it.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears demonic plate mail (not shown in pic) all the time. It is black in color, with silver highlights. Dried blood is a frequent feature on it as well, the blood of those who make him angry, an easy task to accomplish. He wields a flaming sword, matched by a barbed whip used to retrieve those who attempt to flee after incurring his ire.
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 11:02:32 GMT -8
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Post by Ira, Demonlord of Wrath on Oct 24, 2016 12:54:43 GMT -8
Cain and Abel shared a look, and a rather mischievous smile.
"Nowhere else to go, eh? Then I guess go right in."
One more look and they returned to their frozen positions flanking the bridge.
Should Ray and Romelia proceed further, the bridge would lead them to a position where they could enter the main hall, the doors swinging open as they approach. At the far end of the massive hall, so massive that it extends nearly the full length of the fortress, sits the Demonlord Ira in all his glory.
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Romelia Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 19
Physical Description: Romelia sports the Fletcher family's signature white hair and pale skin. She has sharp, pointy teeth behind her plump and pretty lips, and has a rather slim and petite figure. She stands about 5'3".
Clothes and Equipment: Having always been a particularly vain young lady, Romelia wears only the finest pirate clothes with an absurdly extravagant hat. She carries a long cutlass with an intricately engraved hand guard.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 21:24:01 GMT -8
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Post by Romelia Fletcher on Oct 26, 2016 3:50:14 GMT -8
Romelia walked down the bridge, glancing back curiously at the stone gargoyles. What odd creatures they were, she'd never seen anything like them. As she approached the door, she started to feel somewhat apprehensive about going in. After all, nothing friendly would live in a place like this. Still, she couldn't show any fear or worry in front of Ray, so she kept on walking forward, strolling right through the doors as they opened. However, she was unable to stifle a gasp as she spotted the Demonlord himself. Who was he? What was he? Where were they? She quickly composed herself, and approached the thing in the throne.
"Um...hello. Do you know how we got here? We're...geographically mislocated."
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Ray Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 17
Physical Description: Height: 6'0''
Hair: White
Eyes: Blue
Build: Sleek and muscular
General: Ray is devilishly handsome all around, probably due to being half Kelpie, which are known to attract their victims with their looks.
Clothes and Equipment: Ray has never particularly liked wearing much clothes, and often is shirtless as it is more comfortable for him due to his ability to absorb water through his skin. Too much clothes feels suffocating to him. When he is wearing something on his upper body however it is a loose coat that gives him much needed breathing room.
Player's online availability : Arrrg.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 13:50:44 GMT -8
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Post by Ray Fletcher on Oct 26, 2016 6:58:50 GMT -8
Ray would walk in after Romelia, also somewhat surprised by what he saw. This made him a bit unsure about the situation. Was that Ira on the throne across the way? What did he get himself into?
Despite this uneasiness, which he could also easily spot in Romelia's emotions, her awkward choice of words would be enough to cause Ray to roll his eyes. Otherwise, he would say nothing for now.
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Ira, Demonlord of Wrath
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: He stands upwards of 20ft tall with bright red, angry skin. Massive muscles dominate his large frame. Unlike many of his fellow demon lords, Ira has no human form, instead, he shrinks down if he needs to interact with the lesser immortals or mortals, or fit through a door without destroying it.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears demonic plate mail (not shown in pic) all the time. It is black in color, with silver highlights. Dried blood is a frequent feature on it as well, the blood of those who make him angry, an easy task to accomplish. He wields a flaming sword, matched by a barbed whip used to retrieve those who attempt to flee after incurring his ire.
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 11:02:32 GMT -8
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Post by Ira, Demonlord of Wrath on Oct 26, 2016 7:20:25 GMT -8
"Who is it that so arrogantly enters my fortress without paying me the proper respects? Kneel, knaves!"
His voice boomed throughout the Fortress and would damn near deafen the foolish mortals. He stood as he spoke, hand reaching toward his blade to smite those who had so arrogantly approached him. Compliance was recommended.
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Romelia Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 19
Physical Description: Romelia sports the Fletcher family's signature white hair and pale skin. She has sharp, pointy teeth behind her plump and pretty lips, and has a rather slim and petite figure. She stands about 5'3".
Clothes and Equipment: Having always been a particularly vain young lady, Romelia wears only the finest pirate clothes with an absurdly extravagant hat. She carries a long cutlass with an intricately engraved hand guard.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 21:24:01 GMT -8
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Post by Romelia Fletcher on Oct 28, 2016 9:03:36 GMT -8
Romelia instinctively reached for her sword, but remembered once again that it had been lost. She hesitated for a moment, before slowly kneeling down before the figure she took to be Lord Ira. She may have been stubborn and prideful, but she wasn't stupid. If the "Lord of Wrath" was half as strong as he looked, he'd be able to smack them both through the wall and into a lava pit with a single swipe.
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Ray Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 17
Physical Description: Height: 6'0''
Hair: White
Eyes: Blue
Build: Sleek and muscular
General: Ray is devilishly handsome all around, probably due to being half Kelpie, which are known to attract their victims with their looks.
Clothes and Equipment: Ray has never particularly liked wearing much clothes, and often is shirtless as it is more comfortable for him due to his ability to absorb water through his skin. Too much clothes feels suffocating to him. When he is wearing something on his upper body however it is a loose coat that gives him much needed breathing room.
Player's online availability : Arrrg.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 13:50:44 GMT -8
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Post by Ray Fletcher on Oct 30, 2016 18:38:48 GMT -8
Ray's eyes widen immediately in surprise as he is clearly rattled by the sheer volume with which the Demonlord suddenly shouted out. Either way, he would surely fall to his knees immediately a new sense of fear quickly replacing his previous anger at Romelia quickly fading.
It was just then that Ray found out they could be in real trouble. Either way, he could do nothing but comply with the demonlord and hope he didn't get squished by him.
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Ira, Demonlord of Wrath
Committed
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: Ancient
Physical Description: He stands upwards of 20ft tall with bright red, angry skin. Massive muscles dominate his large frame. Unlike many of his fellow demon lords, Ira has no human form, instead, he shrinks down if he needs to interact with the lesser immortals or mortals, or fit through a door without destroying it.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears demonic plate mail (not shown in pic) all the time. It is black in color, with silver highlights. Dried blood is a frequent feature on it as well, the blood of those who make him angry, an easy task to accomplish. He wields a flaming sword, matched by a barbed whip used to retrieve those who attempt to flee after incurring his ire.
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 11:02:32 GMT -8
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Post by Ira, Demonlord of Wrath on Oct 31, 2016 5:44:46 GMT -8
"Much better. That is a natural position for your species after all, kneeling down to a superior being."
He snorted at his own joke, but lowered the volume to a much more reasonable, but still quite loud, amount.
"Now, have you come to serve me? Or to challenge me?"
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Romelia Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 19
Physical Description: Romelia sports the Fletcher family's signature white hair and pale skin. She has sharp, pointy teeth behind her plump and pretty lips, and has a rather slim and petite figure. She stands about 5'3".
Clothes and Equipment: Having always been a particularly vain young lady, Romelia wears only the finest pirate clothes with an absurdly extravagant hat. She carries a long cutlass with an intricately engraved hand guard.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 21:24:01 GMT -8
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Post by Romelia Fletcher on Nov 1, 2016 6:01:51 GMT -8
Romelia glared up at the demonlord in annoyance. She hated being near someone like him. It made her seem small, weak, and insignificant. She was supposed to be the scary one in the room! What was she supposed to do now?
"We're not here to serve or challenge anyone. We're just trying to leave. I don't know what brought us here, but certainly wasn't by choice."
Romelia wasn't fond of pleading or groveling. She'd always taken what she wanted, and didn't like being on the receiving end.
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