Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72 
Age: Uncalculable
Physical Description: ===============================================
She stands at about four feet, eleven inches tall, a bit shorter than average. She has long, silky, brilliantly red and wavy hair that cascades down her back. Her eyes are a deep, fiery orange, and are filled with a tons of energy and cheeriness, though there is a great madness and danger deep, deep inside, if one looks hard enough. Her skin, while smooth and without a single blemish, is deathly pale, clashing greatly with her brilliantly coloured hair and eyes. Her teeth are clean and white, and her two canines are quite a bit longer and much sharper than the average, looking very dangerous. She has long, elegant fingers tipped by short, blood red-painted nails, the glossy polish shimmering in the slightest light, which extend into claws for battle. Perhaps the most eye-drawing feature on her, however, is her wings. Comparatively huge and coloured a beautifully iridescent crimson as brilliant as her hair, they stretch out wide when opened, and the tips drag on the ground when they’re not. She doesn’t appear to mind, however, having learned long ago how to cope. While she certainly is not the curviest of females, she still has a pleasant body, with an underwhelming, yet somehow elegant-seeming bosom, very slight hourglass figure, and an effeminate waistline and tone backside. Her arms and legs are both slim but well-toned, speaking of a life of activity and healthy -- if not extremely frequent -- eating. On the side of her neck is a long, slim tattoo of an angry-looking black serpent, curving with the contours of her throat.
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Zuu wears no armour and wields no weaponry. Instead, she uses her charming aura left over from when she was an angel to fool her victims into complacency before rabidly tearing them apart. She is much faster than your average vampire due to her slight figure and light weight. She tends toward quick, overwhelming strikes when battling rather than heavy one-hit destruction. She doesn't use weaponry, instead preferring to stick to shapeshifting and her natural nail-claws and fangs for battle. She is able to employ illusions and glamours to fool those who would hunt her down into thinking she is a simple farm girl, or a true angel, or whatever it is she feels she needs. She is known as the "Red Death" for her tendency to seek out and eliminate any survivors of her battles, even if they're on the run.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 10:11:12 GMT -8
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Post by Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen on Oct 1, 2015 6:18:56 GMT -8
Unfortunately for Erik's imagination, Zuu is hardly pushed back at all by his wimpy gesture, not even stepping down one step. Instead, she returns a fraction of a second later to crash back into him, this time avoiding or crushing through any hand or spear he puts up and tackling him to the floor, pinning him down with a strength that she logically should not possess.
"You angels all think you're better just because your gods don't let you have any fun! Well, how about I show you that you're not better. You're WEAK! AND YOU WILL BURN!" she growls, her voice taking on an uncharacteristically deep tone at the last bit. With that, she begins to claw at Erik's face with extremely heavy strikes, easily rending his flesh if he doesn't somehow resist. Her mouth is turned up into a toothy grin, her two long, razor sharp fangs ready to puncture Erik's throat and drain his precious lifeblood. As per the usual, the Red Death's anger is tunnelvision, and she doesn't even acknowledge the other people helping her or teaming up against her.
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Screwtape
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Age: Unconfirmed
Physical Description: Screwtape's appearance is never agreed upon by those who dare pool their knowledge of him. Some say his hair is touched with grey, others mention his startling green eyes. What is agreed upon, however, is his compelling charisma and wickedly devilish smile.
Player's online availability : Fairly Often?
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 11:26:28 GMT -8
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Post by Screwtape on Oct 1, 2015 7:00:37 GMT -8
The hit on the shield is strong, but lacks the bone-crushing impact of the first hit. The reason for that is quickly revealed, as Artemis immediately ducks low and to Erik's left, avoiding the polearm and sending her left tonfa straight at his left knee with the considerable remainder of her charge's force. Off to the side, Screwtape chuckles dryly. "This is where your youth comes to light, Archangel. There is no use in bandying words with either one of these combatants." With a terrifying rush, Zuu reenters the fray. Screwtape leaps backwards in time to avoid a frothy splash of hot blood soiling his suit. "Mercy is a horrendous luxury you will not always have to spend so freely. You must weigh every last drop. For example, I have none to give you now." With a sigh, the Tempter turns to his divinely appointed counterpart, careful to avoid the attacks of Zuu. He smiles winningly as he bows to the Archangel. "Sweet dreams, oh prince. And may flights of demons sing you to your rest..." Backpedaling, Screwtape produces a slick black stone. He hefts it from one hand to the other before tossing it lazily through the air. It lands on a nearby box and settles into place. With a wheezing cough, a soul powered audio-extractor grinds out a tune. Screwtape fondly remembered this particular deal. How famous the talent had become! And now her soul was forever bound here, to produce music for all eternity. "Your time is up, Angel. I do hope you never thought we were on the same side. If you did, I am truly sorry." |
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Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Oct 1, 2015 8:33:01 GMT -8
Another deep growl from downstairs makes Kate shudder. She felt a cold running down her spine. Perhaps this was why she moved closer to the weeping woman next to her. Kate pressed softly against her and wrapped her arm around her. She bit her lip and stared at her feet. A moment passed. Then she spoke. "It really is quiet here... Almost like we're somewhere else. Some other place where there are no bars or blackjack, no demons falling or beasts rising from below... It is so peaceful." Kate looked at the woman next to her. She looked at her in the eye. "Hey... How about we stay here for a while. You don't have to think about monsters or scary people. There are no monsters or scary people here. There is only you and me... Naoki." Kate grips her hand. Her trembling hand. She smiles at her. Then she closes her eyes. She breathes in... The breath feels like an eternity. She begins to sing, her eyes still closed. "I met her when the sun was down The bar was closed, we both have had no sleep My face beneath the streetlamp, it reveals what it is Lonely people seek
And you're close enough to lose Close to the point where you know that your mind It cannot choose Close enough to lose Close enough to lose your heart"Kate opened her eyes. She gripped both of Naoki's hands and pressed them against her own. Again, she looked at Naoki.
Did I reach her?
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Archangel Erik
Committed
Mortal body is deceased, His Spiritual presence is back where it belongs.
Roleplay posts: 57 
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 19:41:24 GMT -8
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Post by Archangel Erik on Oct 1, 2015 11:25:22 GMT -8
The hit to the leg caught him of guard, making him drop to a knee. The next thing he knew, he was on the ground, looking up at the very enraged Fallen above him, sneering at him. He looked around for anyone, anything to help. But he was running out of luck. The man walked away and tossed a stone on a grind, a song playing from it.
'I knew I shouldn't have trust him!'
He shouted at himself in frustration. He looked back up at her just as she clawed down his face, ripping his skin to ribbons. He let out an ear piercing cry of agony and pain. Though this was a vessel and not his own body, he still felt every bit of it. He had to focus through this pain, focus on creating a bright white ball of holy fire. Hoping to blind the onlookers at first, before sending it down on top of the fallen who stopped clawing his face and was about to bite his neck.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Oct 1, 2015 14:41:30 GMT -8
As Kate finishes her song, Naoki wipes the tears from her eyes, a thin, shaky smile fighting its way onto her face.
Naoki takes a moment to contemplate the absurdity of life.
She laughs again. Not the hollow, hopeless mockery of before, but a genuine, soft chuckle.
What a strange world this is. What a wild rollercoaster her life has become. Naoki’s life being torn down around her; everything she had spent the past years to build being ripped apart. All of her closest allies, dying. And here was this herbalist, who she had known for a week. Suddenly closer than anyone else.
Why not.
Why not, she figured. Kate was right. After all, it was just the two of them.
If the monster didn’t break through the wall and eat them both, Kate would probably be the last friend she had left alive. Why not make it more?
Gently, she pulls one of her hands out of Kate’s grasp, and brings it up to cup her cheek. Two sets of amber eyes gaze into each other for a poignant moment, before Naoki closes the last inches between them, pressing her lips softly against Kate’s.
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Screwtape
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Age: Unconfirmed
Physical Description: Screwtape's appearance is never agreed upon by those who dare pool their knowledge of him. Some say his hair is touched with grey, others mention his startling green eyes. What is agreed upon, however, is his compelling charisma and wickedly devilish smile.
Player's online availability : Fairly Often?
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 11:26:28 GMT -8
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Post by Screwtape on Oct 1, 2015 14:58:09 GMT -8
The hit to the leg caught him of guard, making him drop to a knee. The next thing he knew, he was on the ground, looking up at the very enraged Fallen above him, sneering at him. He looked around for anyone, anything to help. But he was running out of luck. The man walked away and tossed a stone on a grind, a song playing from it. 'I knew I shouldn't have trust him!' He shouted at himself in frustration. He looked back up at her just as she clawed down his face, ripping his skin to ribbons. He let out an ear piercing cry of agony and pain. Though this was a vessel and not his own body, he still felt every bit of it. He had to focus through this pain, focus on creating a bright white ball of holy fire. Hoping to blind the onlookers at first, before sending it down on top of the fallen who stopped clawing his face and was about to bite his neck. Screwtape flies forward, reversing the grip on his walking stick and bringing the heavy diamond handle smashing down on the Archangel's face. A quick pull of the arm sends the stick flying upwards as its length is again engulfed in black flames. With both hands, the Senior Tempter lays ahold of the bloody handle from out of the air and stabs the flaming blade downwards again and again. There is no look of rage, no sounds of fury, no howls or screams from Screwtape. He is serene. A single bead of sweat drips down his nose. |
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Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: Uncalculable
Physical Description: ===============================================
She stands at about four feet, eleven inches tall, a bit shorter than average. She has long, silky, brilliantly red and wavy hair that cascades down her back. Her eyes are a deep, fiery orange, and are filled with a tons of energy and cheeriness, though there is a great madness and danger deep, deep inside, if one looks hard enough. Her skin, while smooth and without a single blemish, is deathly pale, clashing greatly with her brilliantly coloured hair and eyes. Her teeth are clean and white, and her two canines are quite a bit longer and much sharper than the average, looking very dangerous. She has long, elegant fingers tipped by short, blood red-painted nails, the glossy polish shimmering in the slightest light, which extend into claws for battle. Perhaps the most eye-drawing feature on her, however, is her wings. Comparatively huge and coloured a beautifully iridescent crimson as brilliant as her hair, they stretch out wide when opened, and the tips drag on the ground when they’re not. She doesn’t appear to mind, however, having learned long ago how to cope. While she certainly is not the curviest of females, she still has a pleasant body, with an underwhelming, yet somehow elegant-seeming bosom, very slight hourglass figure, and an effeminate waistline and tone backside. Her arms and legs are both slim but well-toned, speaking of a life of activity and healthy -- if not extremely frequent -- eating. On the side of her neck is a long, slim tattoo of an angry-looking black serpent, curving with the contours of her throat.
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Zuu wears no armour and wields no weaponry. Instead, she uses her charming aura left over from when she was an angel to fool her victims into complacency before rabidly tearing them apart. She is much faster than your average vampire due to her slight figure and light weight. She tends toward quick, overwhelming strikes when battling rather than heavy one-hit destruction. She doesn't use weaponry, instead preferring to stick to shapeshifting and her natural nail-claws and fangs for battle. She is able to employ illusions and glamours to fool those who would hunt her down into thinking she is a simple farm girl, or a true angel, or whatever it is she feels she needs. She is known as the "Red Death" for her tendency to seek out and eliminate any survivors of her battles, even if they're on the run.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 10:11:12 GMT -8
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Post by Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen on Oct 1, 2015 15:29:37 GMT -8
Zuu shields her eyes at the brightness of the holy flame, nearly falling off Erik as it stings her extremely photosensitive eyes, affecting her vampiric side in a way none too pleasant. But she won't let this happen. She won't be weak like the angels. She is strong. She will fight through the pain!
Without being able to see, she makes an estimate for where Erik's throat is, and throws her face down at it, hissing as her fangs extend just that one extra half inch. She connects! She feels her teeth sink into Erik's throat, and she begins to gulp up the lifeblood of his vessel, slowly draining the power from the angel into herself. She wraps her arms and crimson wings about him simultaneously, in a hug that would seem almost friendly or loving if it weren't for the circumstances. She revels in the taste of his vessel's sweet blood. She has won against this angel. This Archangel, the same classification that banished her. Who was being banished now? Erik would not walk the lands for a while yet; he needs to find another vessel, and angels are arrogant enough to be very picky in their choosing one.
When she finishes drinking, she tears his throat out and gulps it down whole, the broken vessel of the angel lying upon the ground, skin pale and faded. She gives a toothy, bloody grin. "Told ya I'd win," she says to the broken body in a sing-song voice before kicking it with the force of a truck, sending it flying into the wall beside the entrance to Hasdrubal's lair for good measure.
"Don't come back 'till you're strong!"
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Archangel Erik
Committed
Mortal body is deceased, His Spiritual presence is back where it belongs.
Roleplay posts: 57
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 19:41:24 GMT -8
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Post by Archangel Erik on Oct 1, 2015 17:18:31 GMT -8
He watched as the blade repeatedly was stabbed into his face. His fire worked...though only a bit before she shot down and as she bit down into his neck to drink his blood, a smile rose on his lips...just a smile faint one. One final fuck you to her. He left the body and as the last bit came out, his body burst into a mass of bright holy flames which would engulf her body in hopes to burn her alive or scar her completely. One that was near close to inextinguishable. It would burn under him as well, setting the floor alight as well. It would be intended to burn the room down at least.
It would be that one final Fuck you to them.
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Artemis
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 205
Physical Description: Artemis is a sturdily built woman of medium height, with blonde hair tied back in a professional bun. Clad in a sharp black business suit, with black tie, dress shirt, and gloves, her appearance is utterly unremarkable; save for a single, flawless, purple gem, set on a simple black ribbon, worn choker-style around her throat. Her demeanor is such that she blends seamlessly into the background of any situation when her services are not required.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 6:26:06 GMT -8
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Post by Artemis on Oct 1, 2015 17:47:24 GMT -8
Artemis dashes into the flames, an obvious ripple around her form. The fire's holy power was severely lessened by the desecrated ground, but it was still fire. She would have to spend minimal time in it. She finds Erik's body, and sets to work. A flash of metal sees a dagger freed from her coat, and she begins to cut.
Several seconds later, Erik's flaming and badly disfigured head flies out of the flames, landing with an inelegant splash in a mop bucket by the bar, quenching it.
Another few seconds pass, and Artemis emerges, carrying a pair of smoldering wings, still dripping with the lifeblood of their previous owner. She tosses them on the floor, and begins extinguishing them, the fires dying as the rippling around her moves near.
Artemis looks rather the worse for wear. Her suit is scorched and burnt through in places, her skin is red, as if sunburned, and her ponytail is smoking faintly.
Around her, bouncers begin directing patrons to toss water onto the flames.
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Screwtape
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Age: Unconfirmed
Physical Description: Screwtape's appearance is never agreed upon by those who dare pool their knowledge of him. Some say his hair is touched with grey, others mention his startling green eyes. What is agreed upon, however, is his compelling charisma and wickedly devilish smile.
Player's online availability : Fairly Often?
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 11:26:28 GMT -8
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Post by Screwtape on Oct 1, 2015 18:09:55 GMT -8
A series of rough pats puts out the smouldering beginning around the cuffs of his suit. Screwtape tuts disapprovingly at his vest. No amount of washing could remove the stains of angel blood, especially not this much. Time to again visit the tailor. The man strolls over to stand by his fellow Fell beast.
"I'd like to thank you, Zuu. It has been a while since I have had the distinct pleasure of witnessing someone of your talents operate."
A glance and a wink over at Artemis.
"It is a pity the wings were so damaged by the fight. Hasdrubal will be able to touch them up a bit, make them fit for presentation, eh?"
The dour shake of her head was not the expected result of Screwtape's jest. The truth sunk in quickly.
"The Archangel killed him, then. I had thought our man was more than a match for any warrior of the divine. I wish I had gone a bit more harshly on our guest now."
Screwtape pauses, rubbing the head of his walking stick pensively.
"May we go see the body? Things are under control here, I venture to say."
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Archangel Erik
Committed
Mortal body is deceased, His Spiritual presence is back where it belongs.
Roleplay posts: 57
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 19:41:24 GMT -8
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Post by Archangel Erik on Oct 1, 2015 18:36:25 GMT -8
The fire eventually when out, though not without burning the area around the the body and whatever caught aflame before getting snuffed out. The wings were not as brilliant as they once were, and losing color slowly.
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Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Oct 2, 2015 8:22:31 GMT -8
As Kate finishes her song, Naoki wipes the tears from her eyes, a thin, shaky smile fighting its way onto her face. Naoki takes a moment to contemplate the absurdity of life. She laughs again. Not the hollow, hopeless mockery of before, but a genuine, soft chuckle. What a strange world this is. What a wild rollercoaster her life has become. Naoki’s life being torn down around her; everything she had spent the past years to build being ripped apart. All of her closest allies, dying. And here was this herbalist, who she had known for a week. Suddenly closer than anyone else. Why not. Why not, she figured. Kate was right. After all, it was just the two of them. If the monster didn’t break through the wall and eat them both, Kate would probably be the last friend she had left alive. Why not make it more? Gently, she pulls one of her hands out of Kate’s grasp, and brings it up to cup her cheek. Two sets of amber eyes gaze into each other for a poignant moment, before Naoki closes the last inches between them, pressing her lips softly against Kate’s. She felt her hand land on her cheek. She felt her lips against her own. The sudden forwardness of Naoki had surprised her, but not in an unpleasant way. She let the moment linger, the two of them attached to each other by their hands and by their lips, feeling something build inside her. Kate felt as if her heart was aflame, a rampant hellfire that spread its crimson tongues to the farthest reaches of her body. More and more it spread, until she could take it no longer. Kate pulled back, cruelly parting their lips. She was breathing heavily and her heart was pounding like thunder. She stared at her eyes, the eyes of Naoki, who had given her so much. Who she felt so strongly about. What she would do next would not be out of a sense of duty, but out of passion that she felt. Kate was no longer comforting her. As it turned out, she felt the need to rely on her as well. Kate would take Naoki's hand, and clasp it with her own. She watched, as their fingers interlocked. It made her smile, and giggle softly. Kate leaned forward, her eyes begging for more. She didn’t feel words were necessary. She knew this was what she wanted, and believed Naoki knew that too. She inched closer until she could feel her hot breath on her skin. Gently, waveringly, Kate pressed her lips against Naoki’s. |
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Oct 2, 2015 12:15:51 GMT -8
A new feeling dominated Naoki’s mind. Was this what people felt when she manipulated them? No, this was.. more…pure.
However, Naoki didn’t spend more than a moment contemplating her feelings any further. There was a task at hand, and it was time to exercise her skills in a new way. The end of the world would have to wait.
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Artemis
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 205
Physical Description: Artemis is a sturdily built woman of medium height, with blonde hair tied back in a professional bun. Clad in a sharp black business suit, with black tie, dress shirt, and gloves, her appearance is utterly unremarkable; save for a single, flawless, purple gem, set on a simple black ribbon, worn choker-style around her throat. Her demeanor is such that she blends seamlessly into the background of any situation when her services are not required.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 6:26:06 GMT -8
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Post by Artemis on Oct 2, 2015 15:48:57 GMT -8
A series of rough pats puts out the smouldering beginning around the cuffs of his suit. Screwtape tuts disapprovingly at his vest. No amount of washing could remove the stains of angel blood, especially not this much. Time to again visit the tailor. The man strolls over to stand by his fellow Fell beast. "I'd like to thank you, Zuu. It has been a while since I have had the distinct pleasure of witnessing someone of your talents operate." A glance and a wink over at Artemis. "It is a pity the wings were so damaged by the fight. Hasdrubal will be able to touch them up a bit, make them fit for presentation, eh?" The dour shake of her head was not the expected result of Screwtape's jest. The truth sunk in quickly. "The Archangel killed him, then. I had thought our man was more than a match for any warrior of the divine. I wish I had gone a bit more harshly on our guest now." Screwtape pauses, rubbing the head of his walking stick pensively. "May we go see the body? Things are under control here, I venture to say." Straightening up from the now-extinguished wings, Artemis readies her tonfas again. "I suppose we'd better." <Exits to Hasdrubal's lair, with Screwtape> |
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Oct 2, 2015 21:47:31 GMT -8
A soft yawn marks Madame Naoki’s return to consciousness. Her eyes blink open, and see Kate laying on the other side of the bed. How peaceful she looked when she was asleep, Naoki thought to herself, as she rolls back over, content.
A moment passes.
Naoki’s eyes snap back open, as she performs the token double take. Kate? Really? It clicks before long, though, the events of last night. The end of the world, consumed by the flames of passion.
Gingerly, Naoki adjusts the blanket to cover Kate, and begins to compose herself. Whatever events had transpired over the course of the last… she had lost track of time. How many hours had it been? It felt like a blissful eternity. Probably at least ten, she figured.
Whatever events had transpired outside of this room in the last ten hours, nobody had seen it fit- or was able to come knocking at the door. Or perhaps they had, but the noise was drowned out.
Regardless, something had happened. And there was only enough food in the office to last a few days. At some point, they’d have to open the door. And when that time came, Naoki would be prepared.
Carefully, she sits up, aiming not to wake Kate. The room was an amazing mess. The furniture was displaced, and discarded clothing and ‘tools’ littered the floor. (Not to mention the dirt Kate’s boots had tracked in.) Between two fingers, Naoki grabs Kate’s apron from the floor. Completely soiled. She tosses it to the laundry box, where it lands on top of yesterday’s gloves.
Naoki carefully picks her way across the floor to reach the dresser, from which she extracts a clean cloth. She uses it to wipe herself off, before approaching the wardrobe. Reaching in, she selects a light summer dress. An interesting method of dying had been used to create this dress, which resulted in a vertical gradient of color. Yellow at the bottom, fading up into white. She would be a peculiar sight, picking her way across the newly created wasteland that was once The Free City, wearing a sunny little dress such as this one.
She steals another look at Kate, still asleep, snoring softly. They might be the only survivors of some horrible apocalypse. But, Naoki decided.
That was just fine with her.
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Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen
Committed
Roleplay posts: 72
Age: Uncalculable
Physical Description: ===============================================
She stands at about four feet, eleven inches tall, a bit shorter than average. She has long, silky, brilliantly red and wavy hair that cascades down her back. Her eyes are a deep, fiery orange, and are filled with a tons of energy and cheeriness, though there is a great madness and danger deep, deep inside, if one looks hard enough. Her skin, while smooth and without a single blemish, is deathly pale, clashing greatly with her brilliantly coloured hair and eyes. Her teeth are clean and white, and her two canines are quite a bit longer and much sharper than the average, looking very dangerous. She has long, elegant fingers tipped by short, blood red-painted nails, the glossy polish shimmering in the slightest light, which extend into claws for battle. Perhaps the most eye-drawing feature on her, however, is her wings. Comparatively huge and coloured a beautifully iridescent crimson as brilliant as her hair, they stretch out wide when opened, and the tips drag on the ground when they’re not. She doesn’t appear to mind, however, having learned long ago how to cope. While she certainly is not the curviest of females, she still has a pleasant body, with an underwhelming, yet somehow elegant-seeming bosom, very slight hourglass figure, and an effeminate waistline and tone backside. Her arms and legs are both slim but well-toned, speaking of a life of activity and healthy -- if not extremely frequent -- eating. On the side of her neck is a long, slim tattoo of an angry-looking black serpent, curving with the contours of her throat.
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Zuu wears no armour and wields no weaponry. Instead, she uses her charming aura left over from when she was an angel to fool her victims into complacency before rabidly tearing them apart. She is much faster than your average vampire due to her slight figure and light weight. She tends toward quick, overwhelming strikes when battling rather than heavy one-hit destruction. She doesn't use weaponry, instead preferring to stick to shapeshifting and her natural nail-claws and fangs for battle. She is able to employ illusions and glamours to fool those who would hunt her down into thinking she is a simple farm girl, or a true angel, or whatever it is she feels she needs. She is known as the "Red Death" for her tendency to seek out and eliminate any survivors of her battles, even if they're on the run.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 10:11:12 GMT -8
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Post by Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen on Oct 3, 2015 18:05:46 GMT -8
Zuu is quickly engulfed by the Holy flame, that which was her bane. She writhes around for a moment, letting out a guttural scream, before she regains a hold of her bearings, and grits her teeth. She's won! She won't let this angel kill her posthumously! With that in mind, she growls like a feral beast at his massacred corpse before exploding upwards out the hole she made earlier, zooming up at speeds that should strip her skin from her body. Eventually, she's high up enough that the combination of moisture and lack of air suffocates the flame, but not before burning her quite badly. Strangely, her hair and wings are unaffected, but the rest of her is blackened and burned.
She trembles at the immense pain wracking her body and lets out a great roar, echoing throughout the clouds. Anyone below will be able to hear it -- even those in the Midnight Sun -- though those who don't know better might think it comes from some sort of dragon or other flying beast. Before long, she forces herself to return to the Midnight Sun, once again using the homemade skylight as an entrance, her wings falling about her like a quilt as she crumples onto the floor. She looks like a little girl who's been beaten as her eyes tear up and she shakes uncontrollably. "Ow...it hurts..." comes a tiny, mouse-like voice from the girl as she looks down at her shaken blackened hands again.
"It hurts so bad," she says, perhaps dredging up some remnant of her angelic innocence as tears well up in her eyes. Her regeneration is already kicking in, but it isn't a quick process, and truly the feeling of her skin tearing itself apart and regenerating just makes it hurt more.
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Oct 3, 2015 22:04:11 GMT -8
<On the day Skarlet meets Francesco>
Skarlet emerges from her room that she'd be shut in for a while. She missed the giant loli attack and wasn't aware of what had been happening. Her room smelled though and needed to air out. She could hear it raining from her room so she figured it was safe enough to go outside. If anyone in the Midnight Sun stopped her, she'd tell them that she needed some fresh air.
She would not come back that night.
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Screwtape
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Age: Unconfirmed
Physical Description: Screwtape's appearance is never agreed upon by those who dare pool their knowledge of him. Some say his hair is touched with grey, others mention his startling green eyes. What is agreed upon, however, is his compelling charisma and wickedly devilish smile.
Player's online availability : Fairly Often?
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 11:26:28 GMT -8
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Post by Screwtape on Oct 4, 2015 6:32:04 GMT -8
Zuu is quickly engulfed by the Holy flame, that which was her bane. She writhes around for a moment, letting out a guttural scream, before she regains a hold of her bearings, and grits her teeth. She's won! She won't let this angel kill her posthumously! With that in mind, she growls like a feral beast at his massacred corpse before exploding upwards out the hole she made earlier, zooming up at speeds that should strip her skin from her body. Eventually, she's high up enough that the combination of moisture and lack of air suffocates the flame, but not before burning her quite badly. Strangely, her hair and wings are unaffected, but the rest of her is blackened and burned. She trembles at the immense pain wracking her body and lets out a great roar, echoing throughout the clouds. Anyone below will be able to hear it -- even those in the Midnight Sun -- though those who don't know better might think it comes from some sort of dragon or other flying beast. Before long, she forces herself to return to the Midnight Sun, once again using the homemade skylight as an entrance, her wings falling about her like a quilt as she crumples onto the floor. She looks like a little girl who's been beaten as her eyes tear up and she shakes uncontrollably. "Ow...it hurts..." comes a tiny, mouse-like voice from the girl as she looks down at her shaken blackened hands again. "It hurts so bad," she says, perhaps dredging up some remnant of her angelic innocence as tears well up in her eyes. Her regeneration is already kicking in, but it isn't a quick process, and truly the feeling of her skin tearing itself apart and regenerating just makes it hurt more. Artemis and Screwtape enter, arm in arm, each one supporting the other after all they had been through. Their ears had been dulled but the tumoir of the previous few hours, rendering them deaf to the mighty roar rolling through the dawn sky. Once across the threshold, Screwtape arrests his movement and stands rigidly straight, despite the aching in his shoulders. An acrid tang, a scent so foul and strong as to become a nigh on physically tangible barrier, hangs on the air. The smell is pure, good, holy. And it repulses Screwtape. "Artemis, stay here by the door. I am dearly afraid this night is not yet over." The man struggles out of his cloak, jacket, and vest, leaving himself robed in shirtsleeves and trousers. Slowly he treads the hallways. Every time he passes a group of employees, Screwtape hustles them backwards along the way he just walked. They didn't need to be this close. Screwtape rounds one final corner and lays sight on the source of all his present anxiety. Once, long ago, he had seen this process up close as his infernal schoolmates had tormented an Angel. The stench lived on for eons in Screwtape's mind. |
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Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Oct 4, 2015 12:20:22 GMT -8
A soft yawn marks Madame Naoki’s return to consciousness. Her eyes blink open, and see Kate laying on the other side of the bed. How peaceful she looked when she was asleep, Naoki thought to herself, as she rolls back over, content. A moment passes. Naoki’s eyes snap back open, as she performs the token double take. Kate? Really? It clicks before long, though, the events of last night. The end of the world, consumed by the flames of passion. Gingerly, Naoki adjusts the blanket to cover Kate, and begins to compose herself. Whatever events had transpired over the course of the last… she had lost track of time. How many hours had it been? It felt like a blissful eternity. Probably at least ten, she figured. Whatever events had transpired outside of this room in the last ten hours, nobody had seen it fit- or was able to come knocking at the door. Or perhaps they had, but the noise was drowned out. Regardless, something had happened. And there was only enough food in the office to last a few days. At some point, they’d have to open the door. And when that time came, Naoki would be prepared. Carefully, she sits up, aiming not to wake Kate. The room was an amazing mess. The furniture was displaced, and discarded clothing and ‘tools’ littered the floor. (Not to mention the dirt Kate’s boots had tracked in.) Between two fingers, Naoki grabs Kate’s apron from the floor. Completely soiled. She tosses it to the laundry box, where it lands on top of yesterday’s gloves. Naoki carefully picks her way across the floor to reach the dresser, from which she extracts a clean cloth. She uses it to wipe herself off, before approaching the wardrobe. Reaching in, she selects a light summer dress. An interesting method of dying had been used to create this dress, which resulted in a vertical gradient of color. Yellow at the bottom, fading up into white. She would be a peculiar sight, picking her way across the newly created wasteland that was once The Free City, wearing a sunny little dress such as this one. She steals another look at Kate, still asleep, snoring softly. They might be the only survivors of some horrible apocalypse. But, Naoki decided. That was just fine with her. Kate was woken by the sound of quiet rustling. That's funny... She would turn on her side. The bed seemed... Spacey? And now that she thought about it, these sheets were awfully smooth...
Wait... This isn't my bed!She murmured quietly, as she opened one eye. The decor was indeed different from that of her lodgings. So splendid and completely out of her price range. She rubbed her eyes. Is that my apron? Those are my boots... And those are my... My...The events of last night hit Kate like a jolt of electricity. As she sat up, the sheets fell down her torso. She let out a sound similar of a tiny mouse getting caught by a feline. Whipping her head back and forth, she located Naoki, standing right next to her. This caused her face to turn bright red with embarrassment. She urgently tried to cover her body with the sheets the best she could. What do I say now..?Kate opened her mouth and slowly tilted her head upward, to look at Naoki, but as their eyes met, she could not speak. Instead, she turned her head down. A smile crept on her face.
This was silly of me... But, I can't say it was all bad."I... Umm..." Kate coughed. "Good Morning... Naoki." Kate felt a shiver going down her back. It was a name she had said out loud many times last night. And it was a name she would likely remember for the rest of her life. "How are you feeling?" Kate looked up, head askew. Her eyes seemed concerned but hopeful. Her faint smile seemed to hold a secret she would not share. Not yet. |
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
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Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Oct 4, 2015 17:03:18 GMT -8
As Kate rises, Naoki turns to face her, her tail held perkily aloft.
“Good Morning, Kate. I’ve never been better,” she says with a coy smile.
Naoki sits down on the edge of the bed and turns diagonally to half face Kate.
“I mean, I still fear what may have happened to the rest of the world; but somehow… Somehow it doesn’t seem as bad any more. At least, I’m not as upset as I was. Has anyone ever told you that you are an excellent stress reliever?”
She smirks, and playfully bats at Kate’s face with her tail. Standing back up, she considers the dress that is still in her hands.
“Now that you’re awake, I’d like your opinion on two matters. First, on what I should wear. I’m terribly indecisive in that way, how to dress; choosing between multiple seemingly equally attractive options, without any clear way to determine the ideal one to choose.” She pauses for a moment. “You’re also probably going to want to pick something to wear too. Your things got a bit... dirty. Or, if you prefer, we don’t have to dress at all.”
She smirks again. It was clear from her behavior and body language, that she had mostly recovered from last night’s panic attack, and was now feeling at peace, even bit playful, if preoccupied with the matter of the world outside.
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