Fantasy Cerberus Vale Estate - Characters (Closed)

[Ginko The Mushishi]

Good evening, I am Jacques. The household butler of Cerberus Vale. If you are a newcomer, welcome! I shall show you around soon enough. But first, let us sign you in, okay?
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Name: The name of your character, full name if you would be so kind.

Age: The age of your character.

Gender: What is the gender of your character?

Race: Multiple supernatural beings exist, why not tell us if you're one? Unless you are human. But don't worry, I as well am human.
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Appearance: A description or a picture should suffice!\

True form: Reserved for supernatural beings, give a description of what your true form looks like, or to make it easier give a picture!

Personality: I find it best as a butler to understand someone when they give me a good sentence or two of what they are like.

Bio: How did you get here? Everyone has a story, even I as the butler, have a story to tell.
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Powers: Supernatural beings have at least 3 distinct powers among them, Master Vale has even trained humans to allow them to unlock powers of their own. What are yours? (Let your powers be an extension of your supernatural being/human, but do not be too overpowered with your abilities. Understand that everyone has weaknesses, to start off, all characters will still be training to master their powers.)

Weapons: Each member of the family acquires a enchanted weapon specially crafted by Ezekiel, the family Blacksmith. This weapon is most notably used for the slaying of monsters. And, by right is a ceremonial gift upon completion of becoming a Hunter among Cerberus Vale. Newcomers will gain their weapon in time, and in the beginning are gifted normal human weaponry to use. (Even if you are a newcomer, please create an enchanted weapon so that when the ceremony is conducted, the weapon is already accounted for and known to others, other than that put down any normal weapons your character might use. REMEMBER! The Enchanted weapon is an importance piece to a Hunter of Cerberus Vale, make sure the weapon is crafted suiting the needs of your character. If your character excels at fighting with spears, make an enchanted spear!)



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As you can already tell, this is the character sheet for the roleplay. Usually if I like the post, that means the character is accepted. Await your cookies!​

 

[Ginko The Mushishi]

Name: Joseph Vale

Age: Over 2,000 years old.

Gender: Male

Race: Full Demon
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Appearance:

True form: Joseph's form changes drastically, becoming a muscular, 8 foot tall demon with bat-like wings behind him. His horns grow much like goat horns do.

Personality: Joseph is a wise, righteous and kind leader to his students. He is not afraid to show his compassion to his students, whom he considers family. He believes that finding a righteous path is only achievable through kindness and protection for all.

Bio: Joseph's history is a long one, and is reserved for the Lore page (when I set it up)
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Powers: 1) Joseph is able to heal the wounds of his comrades, ranging from minor to fatal. 2) Joseph is able to manipulate the movement of objects, a sort of telekinesis, except more advanced at his age and experience. 3) Joseph's third and final power is a blood-related one. Where his aura is able to emit a sort of soothing energy around others. This helps relaxes the body if it has been through serious injury, and allows people to fall into a sort of healing sleep.

Weapons: Joseph wielded a large, enchanted greatbow in his youth, being an amazing shot with it. The arrows specially made for the weapon were usually coated with runic writing. And were deadly to any demon that were caught within the pierce of his arrows. Joseph has long since put down his greatbow though, and has left it to Ezekiel the Blacksmith's care.

 

[Ginko The Mushishi]

Name: Soma Vale

Age: 950

Gender: Male

Race: Full Demon
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Appearance:

Spoiler: Soma

True form:

Spoiler: Soma's True Form

Personality: Soma is brash, hard-headed, overly-energetic, and impulsive by nature. Having rejected the evils of his demonic bloodline, Soma is able to experience empathy and compassion, loyalty and honesty as well. He will never let his fellow comrades down, they are family to him.

Bio: Soma was found by Joseph a couple hundred years after the closing of the Demon Realm. The two easily connected because of realizing the other had broken free from the shackles of their evil blood. Because of this, Joseph adopted the boy and they both would travel the world in search of a land where they wouldn't be realized as other-worldy creatures. All the while, Joseph taught Soma how to fight, how to use his powers, how to have manners and etiquette, read and write. Upon finding Bordova, Joseph bought an estate far enough away that the people wouldn't get too involved in their life. Soma came up with the idea of creating a family of Hunters after 3 years of living in Bordova and hunting down monsters in the night. This idea exploded in Joseph's mind, and he soon enough initiated the Cerberus Vale Family.
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Powers: 1) Soma is able to regenerate at a slow rate, healing minor wounds within minutes, whereas fatal wounds take hours. He will slowly but surely learn to master this power over time, being able to regenerate at faster rates later on in the story. 2) Soma is able to create immense bursts of energy to attack his foes, such as with a sword he would create a large energy slash, make purely out of compressed demonic energy. Or with a gun, a larger, stronger bullet encased in energy that would puncture through a monster. 3) Soma has a power that he is not fully aware of yet, and still unable to unlock. This power is basically a support system for his allies in battle, his demonic energy will begin to split, and grab onto all allies nearby, boosting their strength, stamina, durability, speed, and magical prowess.

Weapons: Soma wields a customized proto-type revolver that is his go-to weapon for monster hunting. Though he has not yet used his special weapon, deciding to keep it sheathed around the backside of his waist instead. The katana's handle and sheath are made out of shards of Joseph's own Greatbow having chipped off, and the blade of the Katana is forged from the arrowheads of Joseph's arrows. The Runic Writing transfering into the shape of the blade, when Soma unleashes the blade's true potential, a sort of blood-like energy seeps from the blade, helping cut through even stronger, magical material.

 

[Svisttt]

Name:
Ivrina "Irvi" Tills

Age:
13

Gender:
Female

Race:
Human

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Appearance:

Spoiler: Irvi

Personality:
Ivrina, or Irvi, as she prefers, is a relatively kind-hearted girl who enjoys the little things in life. She tends to be nervous and more recluse in new places and around new people, usually going quiet and refusing to speak until she warms up and becomes more comfortable. Regardless of her skittishness, Irvi is stubborn to a point and can become distressed if she knows she can't protect what little she has and loves.

Typically, Irvi wears a crazy amount of sweaters or hoodies, often layering 2 or 3 on top of each other, even in the middle of summer. She complains about being cold often and has a higher than average body temperature. Winter tends to be a miserable time for her, and was often teased by her aunt that she looked like a marshmallow by how many layers she wore.

Bio:
Ivrina never knew her parents very well, only hearing things about them from her auntie, whom she lived with in Halbert City. Her parents, though alive and well and living a happy life in Sanctum City, had never wanted a child, and would've sent her to an orphanage out of the city had her aunt not stepped in and adopted the little one herself. Irvi doesn't remember what it was like in Sanctum, being too young to retain what little she was exposed to there, but was often told stories by her aunt about what it was like in Sanctum, during those anxious times where she was unable to sleep. Even as a younger child, Irvi expressed her dream of some day going away to Sanctum City, in hopes of seeing her parents. Granted, whenever she spoke about this, talk of unicorns were often thrown into the mix. She specifically recalls one day saying that she'd ride a unicorn made of strawberries all the way to her parents' house, or that if she ever went to their home there'd be a unicorn waiting there for her. Along with this, she'd often wonder what it'd be like to have a dad, after realizing most of the other kids at school had one. Her aunt had never married, so Irvi never really had a father figure in her life, but in every sense that mattered her aunt was her mother.

Life was quiet and nice, despite Irvi's little peculiarities. She worried doctors often with her higher than usual temperature, but eventually it was simply accepted as her normal. Her aunt found it a little odd that'd she'd wear winter coats in the middle of summer or multiple sweaters during school hours, and though she tried to dissuade Irvi from doing so, the younger girl persisted and insisted it was freezing outside, and that her aunt was the crazy one for not wearing a coat. The girl would always be warm to the touch, but when asked, Irvi would always complain about it being chilly wherever she went. Needless to say, winter was not the funnest time for her, although Irvi does have fond memories here and there involving her going sledding with her best friend at the time.

Her life took a turn a month or so ago, when her aunt unexpectedly fell ill and swiftly became bedridden. The doctors that came by didn't give many details to her regarding her aunt's condition, but from the looks she caught, Irvi knew they were concerned, and that she wasn't well. Irvi was given a little locket her aunt had been keeping safe, and inside was a photo of her parents when they were younger. The girl spent the rest of that night crying, out of grief for the parents she never got to have and out of fear for her pseudo mother's health. Rest did not come easily, and all she wanted was to revert back to when she was little and listen to her aunt, happy and healthy, tell her stories about life outside their little farming city.

The doctor's hadn't expected the illness to affect her aunt so quickly and harshly, and it had taken her away after just a week had passed. The funeral was short but sweet, although not many people attended besides Irvi. Not even her parents came to attend, though she wasn't even sure if they knew what had happened. It felt like her life was crumbling to pieces, especially after she was told she'd have to go to an orphanage. Her parents still didn't care, and that hurt almost as much as her aunt's passing. By all means, the orphanage was lovely, although her view on the place was a bit tainted due to the circumstances of her arrival. Irvi didn't get much time to get used to the place, getting taken out just a few days ago after spending 2-3 weeks at the home. The person taking her told her they were going to a lovely place, and that things would be better where they were going. Going with them was terrifying at first, but after the multi-day journey they arrived at Cerberus Vale Estate. Which, arguably, made things more scary for her. Despite this, Irvi knew where they were- Sanctum City. Though she was terrified of what would come next, she was still a little hopeful of the slim chance she'd get to see her family.

The past 2 days haven't been the greatest for Irvi, with her barely speaking more than a few words at a time in her struggle to adjust to everything. Still, the newcomer is trying to stay hopeful in her new and unfamiliar location, regardless of the difficulties she's been met with.

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Powers:
Irvi is currently unfamiliar with her gifts, not knowing exactly what she can do, although she knows they exist. Most of her powers are fire based, and though they can be dangerous to other people, they are also a danger to herself. A double edged sword, so to speak. 1) She has a slight resistance to heat and flame, but by all means she is not immune to it. 2) Irvi can create fire through her hands, something that can cause her burns during extended use. Though this can become a versatile power, it is currently very limited, but can improve with further use. 3) She is able to extend flames to stick to weaponry, be it swords, arrows, etc.

Weapons:
Right now, Irvi just has a simple lil sword boi. In the future, however, the special weapon crafted for her would be a flame resistant katana that looks a bit like this:

Spoiler: Katana

 

[Severia]

Well, my mouse wheel kinda sucks today, so:

• Basic Information
• Appearance
• Personality
• Bio
• Powers & Weapons

• "You are facing this town's hero of jus— no, demon of justice~☆"
  
  Name: Cordelia Zale
  
  Age: Roughly 500 years old
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Race: Full Demon
  
• Spoiler: Cordelia

  
  Despite the whole demon things surrounding her, Cordelia gives off a surprisingly harmless impression; a girl in her preteen (more precisely around 11-12) with slim, short physique that barely reach 5 ft. She also has rather childish face with long pink hair and contrasting aqua eyes. In addition, her outfits often involve pink and frilly.
  
  Spoiler: True form (initial)

  
  Since her body is made of water, Cordelia can assume forms with different shape and size.
  
• Befitting her appearance, Cordelia is sweet and generally acts childish, as in always does things simply because she wants to, though she is actually observant and responsive enough to think of the consequences of her actions, on top of being righteous. While not expressing it, she's cunning, good at reading people and is slightly(?) mischievous. Despite successfully suppressed the demonic impulse of her blood long time ago, she still loves hurting others fighting and won't miss a chance to enjoy what she calls "punishing bad guys"
  
• Arrived into this world right after she was born, right before the portal was closed, Cordelia started doing typical deeds of her kind. Although, shortly after that, she began questioning her own actions and came to the rejection of her blood. [More details in chapters 1-3] Due to her sharp and quick-witted, she assumed human form and naturally blended into society, moving around every 3 to 5 years to avoid suspicion about her growth. During this time, she secretly dealt with evildoers as both righteous act and something she could enjoy. [More details in chapter 4]
  
  Years later, Cordelia somehow learned about the existence of the Cerberus Vale Estate, roughly a decade after its foundation. She didn't waste her time... [More details in chapters 5-6]
  
  Spoiler: Chapter 1 - A Demon and a Girl

  The demon couldn’t believe her own ears.
  
  Having killed a couple of human effortlessly, the water tendrils that expanded from her back were still dyed red. Yet, the daughter of those two, this human girl—
  
  “Come on. As I said, I know you’re lonely and confused. It was written all over your eyes.”
  
  —was still spouting nonsense. Even though a sharp blade at the tip of her appendage was still pointing at that fair, spotless neck.
  
  Having run rampant without any true desire ever since she was born 7 years ago, she decided to do something different for the first time. From her limited range of vocabulary, the demon let out a low and rough feminine voice.
  
  “Choose, human. Life, or liberation.”
  “Are you by any chance trying to say “freedom”?”
  
  

  * * *
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  “Still not finished?”
  “Be quiet, human. It’s your fault to begin with.”
  “Uwah, what with “be quiet”? Judging from your tone it should be “shut up” or even “shut the fuck up”. And really, girls like us absolutely can’t be naked in public like that. Also, if you untie—“
  ”SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!”
  “Yeah, that’s more like it.”
  
  For a 16 years-old girl who just lost her parent and freedom to someone, much less a demon, the blonde-hair girl was surprisingly cheerful and boisterous. She was currently sitting on her own bed with both hands tied behind her back by silvery rings. Despite that, she occasionally chuckled. Her light brown pupils were fixed at the sight of a short figure struggling not so far away.
  
  Finally, that figure violently tore another luxurious gown to pieces before turning to its owner on the bed. “I’m not wearing more of these annoying clothes!!” The little girl who seemed to be at most 7 or 8 declared in an annoyed, high-pitched voice.
  
  I will definitely teach her how to puff her cheeks, was the nonchalant thought of a girl who lost almost all her childhood clothes over a few minutes.
  
  Right now, the short girl only dressed in a rather short, pinkish white chemise, which somehow matched her beautiful, straight pink hair. Combined with a small physique and a purely white skin and it wouldn’t be exaggerating to say that she was as cute as a doll that make people smile on sight.
  
  Of course, no one would believe that said doll was actually a gigantic water dragon that had killed countless people.
  
  “Alright, it’s in-interration time.”
  “Really, don’t use words you are not familiar with. It should be “interrogation””
  “Shut up!”
  “You’re rather smart and fast learner huh?”
  “What’s wrong with you?”
  “Being tied I guess? Come on, I won’t run away so—“
  “Shut up! I’ll kill you!!”
  "By the way, what's your name"
  "If names are what you used to call others, I don't have one."
  "What, then let me name you—"
  "Shut up!!"
  "Aww, fine. Then my name—"
  "Shut up! I'll kill you if you dare say your filthy name!"
  "Now that's something. You must have heard that from some scary looking man and—"
  "JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"
  
  Retortfest like that went on for another few minutes. For the first time in her life, the demon became tired, not from fighting humans or other demons over their prey, but from talking. Since the other party was a girl who seemed to have an infinite supply of confidence and energy, it couldn’t be helped though.
  
  “You look tired, wanna eat something?”
  "No."
  "I really want you to eat though."
  “Just what’s wrong with you...”
  
  In the end, she removed the restraint and let the blonde girl did as she pleased in the kitchen with “If it’s not delicious, I’ll kill you.“
  
  As she watched the processes of food preparation, her thoughts ran wild.
  
  Just what the hell was she doing.
  
  From the moment she was born, the demon had been living as her instinct guided. Without knowing anything, she killed and killed.
  
  “I’ll kill you, demon!!!” Was how she learned what to call herself and an action that ended life
  
  “Don’t mess with humans, you scum!!” Was how she learned what to call her prey and that profanities existed.
  
  “I’ll let it kill me! You guys run with all you have!!” Was how she learned about the family relationship, and that killing the parents first would always resulted in the traumatized children who were unable to do anything to save their lives, or so she had thought.
  
  “It’s finished.” Was the voice that she failed to register.
  
  “If one of us could escape, we will get a reinforcement and beat the shit out of this demon!!” Was how she learned that the best thing to do with humans was to wipe them out on sight, yet she just let a gi—
  
  *Nom~*
  @#$&*!!!?
  Suddenly interrupted, The short girl jumped backward with all her might, leaving a large crack on the wall. While she seemed to not feel any pain, the girl trembled in anger like a little animal.
  
  “How is it?”
  “I will.. chomp chomp.. kill you!!” She sputtered small, yellow pieces out of her mouth as she shouted back.
  “Come on, I don’t believe this alumelle* tastes that bad.” The blonde girl even prepared another piece and held it in front of the trembling girl. (*Note: It’s an omelette. That term hadn’t been used before the 16th-17th centuries and I believe 500 yrs before our Victorian-era world would be around the 13th-14th)
  “That’s not the problem! How dare yo—“
  
  *Grrr~*
  
  While it's different for each demon, the short girl's true form was nothing more than a mass of water. As such, upon assuming human form, she replicated human body, perfectly. This included something like Gastrointestinal tract's physiological protest upon being hungry or borborygmus, also known as stomach rumbling. The girl's rumbling was loud enough to cut its owner off mid sentence.
  
  "So... you want to eat this?"
  "I'm not."
  "Your eyes, saliva and stomach are saying otherwise though"
  "I'M NOT HUNGRY! I'll only eat this because you want me to eat it so badly."
  "Understood, princess. Please eat it."
  "...What is princess?"
  
  Childish at its finest, was the human girl's conclusion as the demon girl finally grabbed the spoon from her hand and began gobbling the omelette while ignoring her own question. But not a bad girl. She added. After all, she knew too well how a bad girl actually looked like.
  Spoiler: Chapter 2 - Family

  It was another peaceful morning in a—
  
  "I WILL KILL YOU!!!"
  *Nearby birds frightened away*
  "Oh come on, at least let me wipe that off your mouth first."
  
  —house that 3 people used to live happily until a week ago. Now it became a house for the demon and her captured prey and the peaceful morning was no longer—
  
  "There."
  "Hmph, I will not kill you only this once."
  "I'm so grateful."
  
  Never mind, that was rather peaceful morning.
  
  The short girl, dressed in light blue childish bodices over a pink chemise, was looking at water that was abnormally floating over the table. On its surface was an image of a girl with long pink hair and aqua eyes, without any trace of food around her mouth. This invention, used to see oneself’s face on a vertical surface like wall, would be known much later in time as a mirror.
  
  She waved her hand dismissively. The water mirror dissolved before rushing back into the containers on the table and around the kitchen. The girl looked at her food. While she never concerned about the quality of her meal back in the forest, she could tell that these human foods were delicious, and so she dug in with inhuman speed.
  
  As she finished her meal, the short girl put her dish in a sink. Shortly after that, water from around the room began to assemble. They filled the sink and rushed through the dish and cutlery with high speed, enough to replace a sponge rubbing used in modern days. The girl walked back to her seat and looked across the small table. Sitting there was another girl in her late teen, blonde-haired and brown pupils, who noticed the sight and raised her head.
  
  "So, you want to continue?"
  "Yeah."
  "Wait a sec"
  She stood up and lifted her chair, ignoring her unfinished meal. Having moved to next to the pink-haired girl, the taller girl placed her chair and sat.
  
  "Sitting at the opposite site is a big no for a date and girls' talk, make sure you remember this."
  "I still don't understand, but fine."
  "So before you fell asleep, you asked if those 2 you killed were actually my parents right? Of course... they are. They definitely are."
  
  If the demon girl had the same psychological skills she had around 500 years later, she would instantly notice that there was something off with that answer.
  
  "Then why are you being so nice to me? I killed them. Aren't you feeling sad, angry or revenge?"
  "Um... the last one isn't exactly a feeling, but I do get what you want to say... Thing is, those feelings will torment you as long as you are burdening yourself with them, imagine carrying a trash, a smelly one. Just forget them, abandon them and throw them away. If you do, there will no longer be a smell that torments your nose... a feeling that torments your heart."
  "Um... I don't quite get that."
  "That "um" sounds nice, keep it up."
  
  Occasionally, no, almost all the time, the human girl would teach the demon girl about how to act like a human. Every time she tried, at least a "shut up! I will kill you!!" was guaranteed, but it seemed an exception had been made.
  
  "And of course, you shouldn't get it. Having this sort of perspective means you have experienced something terrible, enough to make all people your ages vomit if I were to say."
  
  The human girl stared at somewhere distant in her past. The demon felt like an air grew stiff, but before she could say anything.
  
  Without warning, she was suddenly pierced by a cold, resolute gaze.
  
  "Can I also ask you something?"
  "What is it?"
  "You said you didn't know anything, even your own name, save for killing people right?"
  
  That's right. The water demon was born in the middle of a forest 7 years ago. That's the only thing she remembered. After that it was a slaughterfest with killing human being the sole purpose of her life. Even the fact that she was a demon was learned from the human, truly a killing machine that knew nothing but slaughter.
  
  "Then why!!? Why did you keep killing human just like that without ever asking yourself about it!!? What would you gain from it anyway!!?"
  "I... Shut up. I'll kil—"
  "DO NOT DENY IT!! ANSWER ME, DEMON!!!"
  "I... I..."
  
  The demon girl felt like the temperature drastically dropped as she was yelled at for the first time in her life. She couldn't retort, let alone just kill the girl like other humans that dare irritating her even the slightest. And what's worse, she didn't even know why.
  
  She no longer was able to kill the human girl, ever since the moment she spared her life.
  
  "Yeah, you're right. I never asked why, or what it gave me."
  
  With no other choices left, the demon confessed in a low, guilty tone.
  
  "Or how it affected those who survived and had someone in the family killed by you."
  
  "That's—"
  
  For the demon who almost burst into tear by that witty remark, the human girl hugged her.
  
  "...!!?"
  "Remember, throw them away."
  "Eh?"
  "Once you do, there will no longer be a feeling that torments your heart... And after that—"
  
  Gently patting that smooth pink hair, she continued.
  
  "—you can start over. We can start over... as a family"
  "But I'm not your family. I... killed your family"
  "To me, family means people who accept me no matter who am I and are always with me when I need them. Therefore, I gladly accept the redeemed little demon and I hereby swear that I'll always be with you, whether you need me or not. What about you?"
  
  Despite never doing that, the demon, no, the little girl cried to her heart's content.
  
  That day, she had learned, about what family actually looked like. Soon, she would learn how precious it was and how easy to lose it...
  Spoiler: Chapter 3 - Farewell

  “I don’t get it. Why are you protecting humans!!?”
  “Because I want to. Begone!!”
  The voice finished at the same time that the water tendrils mercilessly stabbed through the body that resembled a large gorilla with bat-like wings. It screamed painfully before disintegrated into dusts and vanished without traces.
  
  The bright blue flash engulfed the surrounding trees before a water creature disappeared. Stood in its place was a short pink-haired girl dressed in pink and green. While the wardrobe in her house had abruptly lost a lot of clothes a few days ago, it still had a decent variety for a 7 years-old girl to choose. However, she wouldn’t pick anything that wasn’t pink, and eventually...
  
  “Are you okay?”
  “I’m fine, thanks.”
  
  As the short girl turned back and asked a blonde-haired girl, she got a cheerful reply in contrast to the bruises on the speaker’s face and knee. Earlier today, this girl announced, at the same time that the short girl picked the last pink chemise from the closet, that due to rain, the clothes wouldn’t dry.
  
  So the shorter girl was given some options; to wear a non-pink dress or to visit a nearby town and buy new clothes.
  
  “Hmph, I’ll just wear nothing for today.”
  “If you do that I’ll have to kill you.”
  “THAT’S MY LINE!!!”
  *Recycled scene of birds frightened away*
  
  And so, 2 weeks after their encounter as a human and a demon, they walked through the forest together to buy a clothes from the nearby town, just like an ordinary family. Along the way, they faced a demon—
  
  “Are you sure you can keep on? I can go there myself”
  “And become a lost girl? Nah.”
  “I’ll just ask someone for direction.”
  “What would you say to that someone?”
  “Excuse me human, please tell me where is my house at once or I’ll kill you!!”
  “Yep, you are a fast learner, but I’m going.”
  “Why!?”
  
  — who was totally unlucky. At least he managed to land some surprise hits on the human girl before becoming a beehive.
  
  With that knee injury, a trip to the town that should be reached within a day turned into an overnight trip. Fortunately, the human girl lead the way to a warm, small cave.
  
  “How do you know that’s there’s a cave here?”
  “Eh... uh... I don’t know. I simply want some place to sleep and randomly walked here.”
  
  Not having an ability to distinguish lies yet, the pink girl nodded before entered the cave and threw her body onto the bed made of rock.
  
  “It's really warm. Good night”
  “Good night— uh... demon”
  “Zzz”
  “Geez”
  
  She still hadn’t figured a name for the demon and hadn’t even introduced her own name yet. Last time it didn’t end well, but if she tried again tomorrow—
  
  Footsteps could be heard.
  
  Sigh, why it had to be tonight.
  
  3 young men entered the cave. As soon as they saw the 2 girls lying on the rock, one of the men turned back.
  
  “Guys! Come here!! We found something nice!!”
  
  All men were armed with axes. One of them even carried one each in both hand and held another one on his waist.
  
  “That little girl looks nice. I bet we will get paid a lot!”
  “Her older sister doesn’t look half bad either!”
  “Hey girls, wanna have some fun before being sold?”
  
  “Trash” she soundlessly muttered at the men began laughing in unison.
  
  The demon had woken up. Looking at the men in front of her, the girl decided instinctively to kill them right away. However,
  
  "Then why!! Why did you keep killing human just like that without ever asking yourself about it!!? What would you gain from it anyway!!?"
  
  With that kept resounding in her head, the demon shook in confusion and hesitation. The men who mistook it for a sign of fear laughed even louder.
  
  The blonde-haired girl approached the shaking girl. She hugged and placed her mouth next to the little girl's ears.
  
  "Remember what I told you about good and bad demon right? Human, too, have a good and bad one. These guys, much like you, had killed many people and put many lives in misfortune. The difference is that they never regret what they did and will never stop hurting innocent people like us... like me"
  
  As she gently whispered, she felt that the girl in her arm stopped trembling. Smiled satisfyingly, the human girl continued.
  
  "You want to kill them, right? Go ahead. If you don't kill them here, they will live on doing things as they please, which might end up harming more lives. In fact, if you let these guys get away... it will be your fault! It's you who is the killer those innocent lives!!"
  
  After hearing that, the demon silently stood up. Slowly, she walked to the men.
  
  "What, your sister just taught you how to be a slut?"
  "Answer me. Why do you kill people?"
  "Hah!? It's not like we want to either, but sometimes they are idiots who just won't give us money. And sometimes we broke a woman so bad that no one would buy her anymore, so what to do other than disposing?"
  "I don't quite get it. No, I don't understand it at all, but—"
  "Just stop babbling!" The hand reached out, aiming at the girl's soft shoulder.
  "I'll kill you!" The girl's aqua pupils became pupil-less eyes that glowed blue light.
  "ARGHHHHHH!!!!"
  
  "Bro!! What happened!"
  
  5 men entered the cave. In front of them was a dragon-shaped mass of water with glowing eyes. At the end of that creature's claw was one of their comrades. As the demon pulled her claw out of the soulless corpse, the men started to shout in panic.
  
  "That's a demon! I have heard of them!!"
  "K-kill it now!"
  "No, we can't fight it! Run!!"
  
  Before the guy who said that could even turn back, his body suddenly fell on the ground. A water tendril was pulled from his chest before rushing toward another heart.
  
  "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
  
  The remaining men dropped their axes and swords and began running at full speed in all directions.
  
  "I won't let you get away!!!"
  
  Was the rough feminine voice that the demon let out before giving chase. Ever since she met the human girl, the demon hadn't killed a single person. Therefore, this was a golden chance that filled her heart and demonic blood with pleasure. She maniacally laughed as one of the men tripped and was immediately stabbed by a water skewer.
  
  "That girl sure is scary..."
  
  The human girl muttered as the maniac laughter sound went deeper into the forest. She supported herself up before walking to one of the sword dropped by the goners.
  
  "The expensive one used in army huh? This is looking goo—"
  "Yo"
  "!!?"
  
  At the cave entrance stood a middle-aged man.
  
  "Look like my men won't survive that. Long time no see, bitch. Didn't expect to see you roaming around with a tamed demon."
  "Likewise, I didn't expect to see some losers still keep leading shady goons either. Want me to play with you again?"
  "I see that you're skilled with your mouth as ever. Now you're gonna beg for life with it."
  
  With his veins around forehead clearly visible, the man pulled a rather short lance from his back.
  
  "Ho, it's rare for you to put your balls on this."
  
  The human girl scoffed confidently. She had seen this weak man's skill with weapon before, and it was beyond terrible. She clutched the high quality sword used in the army. Feeling a weak sensation of pain from her knee, the girl stood still and taunted.
  
  "You can come at me anytime."
  "Oh, I don't have to."
  "Huh?"
  
  *BANG*
  
  The girl suddenly recalled that sentence a week earlier
  
  "We can start over... as a family"
  
  Sure, the demon had started over, but what about herself who had gone so far and delved so deep?
  
  Having beheaded the last man with a clear cut, the water demon turned to that loud, explosive sound. She immediately rushed back to where the other girl was.
  
  

  * * *​

  
  The sword fell from her hand, the blonde girl coughed blood.
  
  Her lung was pierced, even though the man was a few meters away and there shouldn't be a weapon with that long reach...
  
  "Fire lance." The man said in a triumphant voice. "A weapon using black powder technology from a far east. It is a ranged weapon, similar to a bow." He slowly pulled a small ball out and loaded it into a tube at the tip of that lance. "But it doesn't require much strength and is a lot easier to use, like this."
  
  *BANG*
  
  "Ugh!!"
  
  Following that thunderous sound, the blood vessels around her heart were pierced. As she fell on her knees and her vision started to get blurred, that man walked toward her. The tip of the spear was pointing at her head.
  
  "Well then bitch, any last words?"
  "Yeah... it's... "sucks to be you!"."
  "Wha—"
  
  He couldn't finish the sentence, not with that head flying.
  
  The girl smiled satisfyingly and fell on her back before a blue light flashed.
  
  "You!!"
  "Listen...."
  
  The human girl coughed blood again and again, her breath became lacking as she tried to voice each word. The demon had tear filled her eyes for the second time in a week, and in her entire life.
  
  "Continue to the town... Once you reach the gate... turn right... and walk straight... until you find... a sign that say "orphanage"... There... you will have to say... you lost your parents."
  
  Despite not having much knowledge about the world, the demon knew what she was talking about. After all, these past 2 weeks were an extremely chatty one.
  
  "No! I will take you to that hospital thing and have you treated!"
  "Nah... I won't... make it."
  "But..."
  
  The human girl looked at the demon like a dying mother looking at her beloved daughter. Then a thought ran through her blurry head.
  
  "Remember... when we talked... about the name...? It's really... important... Just pick the name... of what you like... and call yourself... with it."
  
  "Don't talk anymore!!"
  
  Perhaps the demon retorted out of acknowledging that talking worsen the girl's condition, or she just didn't want to keep hearing that suffering voice. Either way, the dying girl continued.
  
  "By the way... I haven't even... told you... my name... It's Cordelia... Cordelia Zale... Farewell... little demon."
  
  

  * * *
  ​

  "Oh, hello, sweet little girl. Your eyes seem red as though you just cried. Is there anything wrong."
  "I just lost my parent in the forest and was told to come here."
  "And you walked here by yourself!? Come in first! what's your name?"
  
  As the middle-aged woman shouted and some of her workers frantically ran off, the short girl clearly heard it
  
  "Just pick the name of what you like and call yourself with it."
  
  The line that was spoken in a cheerful and carefree tone like how it should be. Her eyes once again dripped with a water that she couldn't control
  
  "...Cordelia. It's Cordelia Zale."
  Spoiler: Chapter 4 - Bond

  Cordelia Zale slowly raised her eyelids. In the middle of a forest, standing in the center of a small cave was a handmade gravestone, or rather, gravewater. Strangely enough, what was written on that silvery blue stele was the exact name of the girl who made it and was waving her hand lightheartedly.
  
  "Thank you for everything. See you again, Cordelia."
  
  3 years ago today was indeed a really sad day. However, she couldn't deny that these past 3 years and 2 weeks were the most precious time in her life. The pink-haired girl left the cave with a smile that almost made that tear-stained face looked like a lie.
  
  Not so long after that, she arrived at her home, an orphanage located at the border of the town.
  
  "Cordelia!? Where have you been today!?"
  "Sorry, Mrs. Theresa, I went in the forest and got lost."
  "Again!? Please come to my office at once!"
  "Yes, ma'am."
  
  That made it three times already, one for each year. It couldn't be helped. She need to visit that girl and entering the matron's office was just a small price.
  
  "I know you miss your parent, but they won't be coming back just because you walked into the forest on their memorial day like that!!"
  "Understood. I'm sorry, ma'am."
  "You said something like that last year too. Please, Cordelia, promise me you won't do anything stupid again!"
  
  How dare she said visiting that girl was stupid!! This human must die!!!
  Of course it was! For her, you're just a defenseless girl walking randomly into the forest. Think about that!!
  
  With the triumphant side quickly decided in her head, the girl suppressed her heated up blood and said in an apologetic tone.
  
  "I... understood, I promise."
  "Good girl."
  
  Receiving the entire week's cleaning duty as punishment, Cordelia walked out of the office and closed the door with a shaking hand. She didn't need a human to tell her that. She knew damn well that that girl wouldn't be coming back. She knew it, she...
  
  "Mrs. Theresa, should I call her back in?"
  "She is a strong girl, leave her be."
  
  To her assistant who was clearly referring to the crying sound faintly heard through the door, the matron answered with a firm voice before continuing her paperwork. Hearing the footstep, the middle-aged woman then looked at the door with her lips slightly curled up.
  
  "Besides, she has a good family."
  
  "Uh... big sis?"
  “J-John!?”
  "Aren't you... crying?"
  "Haaaaah!? What are you talking about, Johnie!? I would never cry!!!"
  
  The sound of crying abruptly ended. Upon hearing the boy's voice, the girl turned to him and quickly wiped away her tears while shouting back.
  
  And when the matron walked past the door to the kids' dormitory a few minutes later, she would smile at the cheerful sound of Cordelia ordering other kids to help her pick up trashes.
  
  

  * * *​

  
  From the front door of an orphanage located at the border of the town, a matron who was a middle-aged man walked out of his workplace and home. He turned right to head to the town hall, only to find himself stuck in place.
  
  A pink-haired girl who was at her 7 or 8 at most was smiling at him from across the street. Her skin was fair and her aqua eyes made a pleasant contrasting hue with her hair and clothes, but that wasn't what standing out. He would never forget the picture of the girl who waved at him the day she left the place.
  
  "B-big sis!!?"
  
  Suddenly, he heard a sound of water splash as though someone was walking right behind his back. The man turned around, only to find a puddle without anyone nearby.
  
  And when he turned back, the girl was gone.
  
  Impossible. 50 years had passed. There was no way that that person would still look the same... so he was hearing things and seeing things at the same time? He might need to see a doctor, still...
  
  "...I miss you, big sis."
  
  Unbeknownst to the man who walked away, a girl whose eyes were twinkling in a mixed emotion was looking at him from behind the tree.
  
  During these years, she wandered around, moving from town to town without staying at any place longer than a few years.
  
  While her unchanged appearance contributed to this a lot, there was another —and probably more important— reason. Upon parting with her second family, the people at the orphanage, the demon girl once again learned the hard way,
  
  About the pain of separation.
  
  As such, she would never bond with anyone deeply ever again. However, she couldn't forget families she had already made, so after 50 years had passed, she once again found herself roaming the forest she was born, repairing a gravestone in the cave, visiting a certain house in the middle of the forest, and of course...
  
  "Eeeeeeeeek!!!"'
  
  The voice came from the orphanage!!
  
  Rushing there, Cordelia found a red, tall and muscular humanoid demon with a small pair of bat-like wing and a tail that ended in a spiked club. In front of him was a group... 8 children who were trembling in fear. Some even had streams of tears ran down their eyes.
  
  "Wait!!"
  
  The red demon turned to her. He whistled before speaking up.
  
  "I haven't seen one with high intelligence and such fine-looking appearance in a long time. What do you want from me, girl?"
  "Stay away from those children."
  "Hmph, are you claiming them to be yours or something? It's first come, first serve you know."
  
  Having walked past the red demon, the pink girl now stood between him and the children.
  
  "Just answer me something then, why do you kill?"
  "Are you asking why it has to be these children? Kids are always my favorite meal! While adults probably yield more in term of quantity, the kids' life force are definitely tastier! Surely, you have the same preference too, right!?"
  "Hmm, I don't need a human's life force, so I don't really—"
  "You're the type that kill only for fun!? Wow I'm so jealous!!"
  "Yeah..."
  
  Having wandered around, she met 7 demons who all tried to kill humans, with 1 even cooperated with a group of human and have them abducted their fellow human for him. Of course, once she learned how the only ones went missing were girls, it was simple to deal with.
  
  There were demons with low intelligence, one that can somehow communicate and one that is smart enough to make use of human. However, all of them shared something in common.
  
  An impulse, an instinct that lurking in all demon's heart, restlessly crying "Kill! Kill! Kill!"
  
  Of course, she also had it too, just that she apparently could suppress it, as if saying "Wait a bit, I'm gonna find someone we can have fun with"
  
  And what made her different from the one that deceived human and didn't kill them was nothing more than 2 different quotes from a single girl.
  
  "Then why!!? Why did you keep killing human just like that without ever asking yourself about it!!? What would you gain from it anyway!!?"
  
  The line that made her questioning the basic action of her own kind.
  
  "If you don't kill them here, they will live on doing things as they please, which might end up harming more lives. In fact, if you let these guys get away... it will be your fault! It's you who is the killer those innocent lives!!"
  
  And the one that lead her life the different path than any other demons.
  
  A shadow momentarily flashed through her eyes. The girl's lips curved into a smile as she was about to let her demonic impulse had its way.
  
  "...it's just for fun!"
  
  

  * * *​

  
  Staring at the red dust being blown by the wind and gradually vanished, the water dragon noticed a small hand touching her body. She looked down.
  
  "Wow, it's cool. I want to swim in this!"
  "Are you nuts! Step back at once, that's a monster too!!"
  
  As the 10 years-old girl with a long violet hair and eyes who was likely the oldest one in the group shouted that, the blue flash erupted. The human girl found herself facing the pink-haired girl who seemed to be even younger than her.
  
  "Come on, if I want to kill you, it would have been done already."
  "You're not... eating us?"
  "You there, bite her in the arm."
  
  It was a tone both girls were familiar with, the commanding tone of the eldest kid of this place.
  
  *Chomp*
  "Eeeeek!!"
  "Is it tasty?"
  "...I guess not?"
  "Then of course, I'm not eating you."
  "What are you even doing!!?"
  
  The human girl shouted to that boy in disbelief, but the younger kids already let out joyful laughter.
  
  

  * * *​

  
  2 girls were sitting next to each other, looking at the kids swimming in a large inflatable pool without the inflatable part.
  
  "So you're a good demon huh? Please stay with us."
  
  Having briefly learned about what attacked them, the human girl came to that word on her own.
  
  "I'm glad you called me that, but unfortunately I have to go now"
  "At least wait until the matron come back."
  "Hey, what's your name?"
  
  That was the exact reason why she couldn't stay. As another kid asked, the girl stood up. She couldn't answer that question, not with that guy around.
  
  "I'm sorry, but I'll be leav—"
  "Big sis!?"
  
  Damn it.
  
  At the entrance was the man she saw earlier, whose tears started to flow down his cheek.
  
  "STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!"
  
  She cried as the middle-aged man walked toward her. A water tornado suddenly rose from the ground below the girl's feet, covering her entire body. Once it faded away, the man found himself confronting a gigantic water dragon.
  
  "This is how I truly look! I'm a demon!!"
  
  Her voice became lower, rougher and more ferocious. Her heart hurt. It was different than losing that girl, but it still hurt. Yet she continued
  
  "That's right, the demon that killed your parent!! The demon that you hated so much!!! I always deceived you, so—"
  
  That's right. He always told Cordelia how he hated demons, so this was for the best. She was about to say what she had planned in case she actually met him...
  
  "Even so, you're still my precious family and my beloved older sister."
  
  ...only to found herself forgetting all those cruel words as she looked at the man who ignored her order and was hugging her claw. His voice changed from that of a rather brash, bold and brave boy she had known into that of a kind, mature and reliable man.
  
  "Big sis... aren't you... crying?"
  
  The blue flash engulfed the area.
  
  "Haaaaah!? What are you talking about, Johnie!?"
  
  It was the same voice said in the same place. The only different was how the short girl had to look up to her conversation partner, and that she completely ignored the stream of tears that was running down her cheek. She shouted back, loud enough for all the kids watching nearby.
  
  "Remember this! I, demon of justice Cordelia Zale. Would. Never. Cry!!!"
  Spoiler: Chapter 5 - Godfather

  “”“Happy Birthday!!”””
  "Thanks a lot guys, now where's my cake!?"
  In a certain school dorm resounded cheerful voices. Looking closer, a girl with a long, straight, pink hair and contrasting aqua eyes could be seen with cream around her mouth
  "Geez Cordy, you're already 12! behave more like an adult!"
  
  It's actually 412 though, was the girl’s soundless correction. Tossing the second piece into her mouth without listening to objections, she spotted a faint movement in the darkness outside of her room. Staring at that point for a short while, the pink girl turned to her friend who protested earlier.
  
  "You are right, Mick. Even though I'm a cute and hungry birthday girl, I shouldn't eat all of this alone. Come on, let's eat together"
  
  Her friends' jaws were probably dropped beyond their foot at this point. After all, everyone know that sweets to Cordelia are basically fishes to cats. One of them guessed in a soft, uncertain voice.
  
  "Uh... Cordy, you're not... having diarrhea right?"
  "Eeeeek, how did you knoooow!!?"
  
  Replied that and slammed the door shut, she heard laughter from inside the room. The girl's lips curled upward as she headed to the dorm entrance.
  
  Having left the dorm, she walked into the dark and narrow alley. As she saw a familiar face, the pink girl threw her carefree voice.
  
  "Oh, didn't you tell me you can't attend my party because of some business? What brought you here, Alicia?"
  "What!? Who are you!!?"
  "A classmate of the girl you guys are surrounding."
  "M-miss Cordelia!?"
  "Tooooo-Foooor-Maaaal!! How many times have I told you that?"
  
  In front of her was a young girl with green eyes and short ash brown hair that reached her shoulder. This girl was sitting helplessly on the ground. The moment Cordelia talked about her formality, she seemed to briefly stopped trembling.
  
  "Wait boss, that girl has seen us, what—"
  "Are you dumb? That's just a girl. Just capture or kill her."
  
  And a group of 6 men dressed in black. While the term was historically not coined yet, they were a group of people that did shady jobs for the sake of their leader, what the world would call "mafia" in the later time.
  
  One of them was pointing the knife at the brunette. As Cordelia interrupted, that guy whispered to the girl in front of him in a low voice "If you run, she dies!" before turning to the other girl.
  
  "Don't worry, our boss is just being rude. We definitely won't do anything bad to a girl as cute as you, but only if you behave yourself."
  "Of course, I'm a good girl."
  "No!! Miss Cordelia, Please run away!!!"
  "That's great"
  
  A girl and a man smiled to each other, completely ignoring the girl who cried frantically. While they were having such conversation, another man slowly walked toward the pink girl. As the boss's signal entered his sight, he inserted his hand into a pocket and grabbed a handkerchief soaked in the liquid extracted from a certain plant. While the term anesthetic agents hadn’t existed yet, the criminal gangs around the world had experimented with and made use of them long before the first record in our history. As his friend was standing right in front of the girl, the first man spoke up
  
  "It's this late already? Aren't you sleepy, little girl?"
  "Umph, it's so late, but I'm not sleepy though."
  
  At that word, the man in front of the girl pulled his hand out from the pocket and subsequently sent her to the dreamland...
  
  Or so it should have been.
  
  "Ahhhhhhhh!!! my hand!? MY HAND!!!?"
  "What the fuck!!!"
  "Boss!! his hand was cut!!"
  
  Floating next to the girl who was standing still was a knife. The men who failed to notice that faint silvery blue light amidst the darkness of the night were shocked, but their boss quickly recovered and came up with what he thought as the only logical explanation.
  
  "That bitch must be hiding a knife somewhere in her pocket! You can use yours! Kill her if you have to!!"
  """Understood!!"""
  "Good grief."
  
  Having said that in a rather boring tone, the girl disappeared from where she was. Or rather, moved with an inhuman speed.
  
  "Come on Alicia, let's ignore these idiots and come to my party!"
  
  Behind all the mafia facing another direction in their prepared stance, Cordelia abruptly said in a carefree tone. She would begin her punishment game with all these men only after her friend safely left the place.
  
  "B-boss! Did she just teleport!!? How!!? Why!!?"
  "Don't ask me!!!"
  "Because she is not a human"
  
  The pink-haired girl suddenly turned to the voice. Casually strolling toward them was a tall man with a black well-tailored short hair and crimson red eyes that resembled fresh blood. He was wearing the same black attire as those men.
  
  "The Godfather!? What is he doing here?"
  "As I said, don't ask me!"
  "Miss Cordelia right? Allow me to introduce myself, right now I'm Halbert Winston, but you might be more familiar with the name Haborym, the demon that is going to be the next Lord of Hell"
  "Lord...? Whatev—"
  
  She couldn't finish the sentence, no, she couldn't say it from the start.
  
  Around her neck was a pitch-black choker made of intangible darkness. She learned this after futilely tried to grab it.
  
  "While there may be some exception, in this form we are nothing but a human with enhanced conditions and parts of our actual power." The man said in an assertive tone to Cordelia who started to gasp for air. "As such, it couldn't be helped that we also have useless drawbacks like air dependence. Cutting off the air would incapacitate, and eventually cause us an unconsciousness and a death." He cleared his throat. "My ability can cause weakness or inefficiency to anything come in contact with it. With your neck being weak, you can no longer breath or talk freely."
  
  What was this guy even... Her thought and vision became blurred. With her last strength, the girl flew her floating knife straight to the man’s neck, only to be blocked by the darkness plate that suddenly appeared.
  
  "So your ability is telekinesis huh? I wonder what kind of demon you are, though it's irrelevant at this point. Farewell, Miss Cordelia."
  

  ​

  "NO!! If you dare kill her I will kill myself!!!"
  
  Having heard an unexpected voice, the darkness demon turned to the girl his men were pursuing earlier and saw her pointing a knife at her own heart. Without thinking twice, the choker around the unconscious girl's neck was instantly removed.
  
  "So you put your own life on the line in order to save your friend? That's impressive, really impressive. However, from now on I’ll have to ask for your cooperation and obedience, otherwise—“
  
  The man grabbed that long pink hair up and pointed the ice blue knife toward its owner’s forehead.
  
  “U-understood”
  “Good, then how about we both put down our knife first, princess?”
  
  

  * * *​

  Alicia Etruscilla, a girl who strangely isolated herself.
  
  Cordelia looked at the brunette. It's the 2nd day of school and the pink-haired girl already learned the name, address, preference and general personality of everyone in her class. Everyone saved for this girl.
  
  "Hi Alicia"
  "...Miss Cordelia?"
  "You are rather stubborn, aren't you? Whatever, why did you have to run away when I asked about your home?"
  
  It happened yesterday evening. While Cordelia could give a pursuit, she chose to respect her friend's privacy and decision.
  
  "I just... just..."
  "Just?"
  "Uhmm, please don't bother yourself with someone like me”
  “What!!?"
  
  After that, Alicia would avoid talking about anything relating to herself while Cordelia would invite the girl to as many group activities as possible while trying to get the girl open up. Needless to say, nothing was learned about her, other than the fact that she strangely isolated herself...
  
  And that she might be a princess in disguise.
  
  Despite not wanting to make friends, the girl was surprisingly nice, sweet and well-mannered, to the extent that one could think she was strictly disciplined.
  
  In addition, Cordelia couldn't resist her urge and once stalked the brunette... to find out that her address was actually the most luxurious hotel in the town that charged extremely high and only in a per night manner.
  
  However, even a princess shouldn't be familiar with demons.
  
  That's right. Cordelia remembered the event before she was knocked out. Even though she displayed inhuman speed that could be said as teleportation, the human girl didn't make a face of "Is such a thing even possible"?" She only made a look that said "Why it was you!?"
  
  

  * * *
  ​

  The pink-haired girl suddenly opened her eyes, then closed it back almost instantly.
  
  Where was she?
  
  She was lying on a surprisingly soft bed and pillow, covered with a warm blanket. It seemed her hand was bound behind her back. Judging from this persisting weak sensation around her wrists, it was a cuff made by that darkness demon.
  
  The girl gradually opened her eyes again, without anyone in her field of vision, she promptly checked her whereabouts.
  
  Surrounded by 4 white walls, it was a cold, almost empty room with only the bed at the center. Its only light source was a grill door in front of her.
  
  There was nothing like a candle or any small objects and even the bed was fixed to the ground. In addition, all her knives were confined, truly an inescapable cell, if she was actually a telekinesis user like that demon thought she was.
  
  The water demon tried the easiest way to escape from the cuff's binding; reverting back to her true form.
  
  It didn’t work.
  
  She couldn’t muster strength enough to transform. Such a convenient restraint. She thought disdainfully about the cuff. That guy sure was terrifying.
  
  Just that it wasn't enough to stop her.
  
  Her underwear moved down her legs on its own, before dissolving and forming a knife mid-air.
  
  Not just flying them around, for these objects that were parts of her body, Cordelia can freely manipulate their aspects, such as shape, rigidity, and of course something like hardness. Plus she was lucky that there wasn't a woman among her enemies who would notice that strange blue light.
  
  As she attempted to cut through it, the captured girl was once again reminded of how terrifying the darkness demon was.
  
  The knife moved through a cuff made off intangible darkness, just like slicing through mist. Even though her hands couldn't pass through it.
  
  "Damn!"
  
  Crying out in disbelief and anger, she stared at the white wall while analyzing the situation.
  
  Her friend Alicia was chased by a gang of armed men that was kinda well-trained and moved in sync. So she wasn't just picked on randomly, but rather being targeted by someone from the beginning. This someone might be the demon who called himself Haborym, whom those men earlier referred as the Godfather. This demon can create darkness objects, which weaken anything on contact to the extent that a demon like her couldn’t transform back. When being used around neck, it disabled ability to talk and breath, which for demons in a human form, was deadly.
  
  Then why wasn’t she dead already? Was there any benefit from keeping her alive?
  
  “Alicia”
  
  Answering her own question out loud, the pink girl finally realized what she currently was
  
  “A bargaining chip huh? These guys...”
  
  In addition to anger, Alicia’s face popped up. That eyes... Cordelia’s mind went back in time, to that single line that had changed her entire life
  
  “My, aren’t you a lonely and confused child?“
  
  So this was what you feel back then huh? Cordelia closed her eyes...
  
  She couldn't leave that girl alone, that's it.
  
  ...and opened that resolute eyes filled with determination.
  
  The pink demon once again lifted her knife up, and used it...
  
  To slice through her own arm!!
  
  Clenched her teeth without making any sound, the girl made another slice right beneath the other elbow. She almost screamed, but doing that in the enemy’s prison would be the same as abandoning her slim escaping chance
  
  With the weak sensation completely removed, the girl’s body immediately underwent a drastic change; every compartment of her body turned into a water and fell on the ground, forming a large puddle. Normally, a water dragon would raise from this water, but this time, it simply slid itself through the grill door and disappeared.
  
  

  * * *​

  
  “How’s the girl?”
  “Wait a second, sir.”
  
  The man in black who was called "boss" last night stopped at the grill door and looked inside. Under a dim light from his candle, he saw a clear white room without any blood or water and something curled under a blanket, with some visible pink color around the pillow.
  
  “She’s still sleeping, sir”
  “Alright.”
  
  After that voice, the black mist that had been floating next to the man suddenly dissipated.
  
  “As you heard, she is still safe, and will continue to be as long as you behave.”
  
  Not so far from the building that was temporarily used as a prison, aboard a large ship was a tall man with crimson eyes and a 12 years-old brunette who nodded with an unemotional face.
  
  “She’ll arrive in our country not so long after us. If I’m not mistaken, the cargo ship will be departing tomorrow morning”
  “Can’t you just let her go?”
  “I’m afraid I cannot do that. She has seen my face and even know my name. From that moment her fate is sealed. Besides, a certain princess would have a harder time running away from home if it risks her friend's life.“
  
  The Godfather said without any hint of joke in his voice
  
  

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  "Cordy sure is late huh?"
  "I wonder how many puddings she ate today..."
  
  

  To Be Continued!!​
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  (1) Cordelia is able to shape and manipulate nearby water. Although, due to her age and lack of experience, she is unable to create water or altering its state. (2) Cordelia naturally adapts to underwater environment; being able to breath and see normally, to effortlessly swim fast and to be completely unaffected by extreme pressure and temperature. In addition, her body gradually restore energy and heal wounds underwater. (3) Sort of a hidden trump card that will be usable only when Cordelia loses self control or after some major plot progressive. She can turn anything, object, energy, living beings, into water. She can also preserve and return them to their original state later.
  
  
  Spoiler: Weapon

  
  A (specially crafted) normal umbrella, something that go along with a princess-wannabe girl who wear a pink belle dress and a tiara, until the canopy detaches itself upon being opened and a short, 37'' blade, rapier is revealed. It has runic writing enhancement decided to tremendously and solely increase the wielder's speed. A sight of this sword mean you're no longer facing a little girl, but a ruthless, sadistic demon.
  

Might add some Bio once the Lore thread is up, but for now consider it done.

Edit: I decided to add chapter-based stories to her bio. While being heavily comedic, tearjerking, and now filled with lackluster actions like a stock novel, they will greatly expand her personality and make her actions in the RP a lot more understandable. This will of course take some time and is still in progress.

 

[animegirl20]

Name:
Jian Wu

Age:
22

Gender:
Female

Race:
Human
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Personality:
Jian typically gives the outward impression of being polite to her superior, considerate of her friends, and confident in herself. She has occasional moments of bashfulness around whenever she is around someone she likes and has competitiveness, but otherwise appears quite collected. This reservation, though never disingenuous, frequently masks how Jian really feels. Jian tries to keep her temper at bay but when it comes out it can be quite violent.
She is willing to sacrifice herself to protect her friends, who she values very deeply.​

Bio:
Jian lived a pretty normal life, she was a only child and it was just her and her parents. She a pretty peaceful and happy life. But all that change sadly. When Jian was young she was bestfriends with young boy. They played all the time together and would even stick up for each other if one got bullied. One day she discovered his secret of him being demon but he assured he wasn't bad or anything. He also made her promise not to tell anyone. Things went back to normal but one day her world got totally flipped. One day when she got home she found both of her parents dead and blood everywhere. She quickly ran out of the house scared and confused and that was when she saw her friend. She started crying telling him what happened but he didn't seemed like he cared in fact he was acting kind of acting strange then she noticed something there was blood on him that's when it hit her. She asked if he killed them the only response he gave her was creepy smile and slowly started morphing and walking towards. She ran for life. The creature chased and her. Even when she made it to the forest she still hear the creature chasing after. Luckily for her when she got out of the forest she saw house and quickly ran up to it and knocking on the calling out for someone to open the door and help her. When the door finally opened she frantically told the butler who had opened the door what happened but when butler looked out to see if the monster was there he couldn't fine anything. He told her she was safe now and that the master of the house would take her in and keep her safe. It was a lot for 12 year old girl and sometimes even now she doesn't fully even trust the demons. The fact she knew that boy for years and he turned on her like that made her a bit distrustful. They seemed fine now but all she could think about was that moment they suddenly change and try to kill her. She was scared she even avoided to ever be alone in a room with a demon. Though would never admit to being afraid. She was thankful for the man taking her in but it was very clear that she would probably never ever fully trust him, his son or any other demon.
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Powers:
She can create force fields/barriers of a different sizes and can make more then one, but it takes energy and concentration also she feels part of the damage the force fields takes on.

Weapons:
Unbreakable Sword and Shield​

 

[Vagabond Spectre]

Name:
Riko G. Miracus (Pronounced as Rii-koh)

Age:
15

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Appearance:

Standing at 5'6 and weighs around a 138 lbs. He has a slim body build (Rather malnourished). A body type that mistakenly sometimes confuses others if he is a she or a he. He wears a faded green uniform of some kind overlapped with a big brown trench coat. He has two pistol holsters on his hips. Fitting almost any pistol type of firearms. He wears a pair of brown work boots. He has always-so-sleepy eyes and a clam peaceful expression.

Personality:
Riko is quiet by nature. Although he is not anti social nor rude. He will give out small talk with his very soft spoken voice. One can notice he speaks out whatever is in his mind. Whether it's random thoughts or ideas. The small fry never seems to be afraid of almost anything. Like he has seen death a thousand times and just got over with it. Riko has always been soft to others to the point he never says anything bad. In fact you'll just hear him confess his feelings without him thinking first. Despite his mysterious nature he shows care and compassion for others the most. You'll slowly figure out what kind of person Riko is, if you just let him talk.

Bio:

Born an orphan. Riko never had the chance to live a happy life with a family. He spent years living in an orphanage. Despite how good his life was there. He was being constantly bullied by other children. He escaped the bullied life at his age of 8, alone. Somewhere, he was all on his own without supervision of adults. That is until he was kidnapped by a group of bandits. Riko was the perfect pawn of their evil scheme. Forcing him to sneak in public places, armed with a gun to break deals. He spent years being a criminal and always got away with it. He had no other choice. If wanted to survive he has to play along. It's no surprise if he knows how a mind of a criminal works. He had a one night chance to escape this horrid low life, crime life. He escaped the bandit base with a flintlock blunderbuss pistol in his holster.

As fled away from his bandit camp. He found a little girl being held for hostage by single man, while he ventured away to seek a knew life. He knew what he had to do. The girl's parents were there too. Watching their daughter cry for help. He remembered what it felt like to be in her shoes. He knew what had to do. He knew using his gun would be a big risk on seeking a new life but he didn't want the girl to end up in a horrible death. So he shot the man in the head dead with the one round left in his gun. He may have trouble fighting later but at least he saved a life. A small community in fact took recognition of his noble action. An impressive one too. Because it was the most quickest quick draw they have seen in history as witnesses say. This was the last time Riko was last seen until he was found again in Cerberus Vale with no ammo in his gun. He is by the way a newcomer.

Powers:

1. Enhanced Perception and Reflex (Locked)- An ability he has yet to unlock. He is able to increase his vision and reflexes that is beyond human level. He becomes so quick he can reload his own gun that can level modern day guns. He has a high chance of accuracy too. So he is less likely to miss. He also has night vision at this state. The only downside of this ability is that his eyes glow green that will likely attract monsters. This only lasts for a short while if he doesn't practice.

2. Beyond evil's eyesight (Locked)- A good ability that will increase his chances of surviving vicious monster attacks. This ability turns his whole body dark blue. Nothing special right? This is what the human eyes see to him. To Monsters, regardless of how powerful their eyesight is. He is completely invisible in plain sight of supernatural beings. The only flaw about this ability is that he is literally invisible to the eye of his teammates who are not complete human. (Half humans partially see him. Riko is blurry to their eyes) Unless of course they have good hearing.

3. Wings of a fallen angel (Locked)- You heard me right but hear me out on this one. He is not an angel or anything. He grows a pair of glowing angel wings on his back that can use to fly around for only a short period of time. The down side is that he is scared of heights and the wings are sensitive. One good shot on the wings can give him a big trouble.

Weapons:
Riko came into the estate with a empty flintlock Blunderbuss but it's about to get replaced by a revolver that seems to be in it's early stages. So recoil is strong yet it's designed to kill monsters, for it is enchanted with runic writings in it's revolving barrel. The revolver is enhanced in bullet speed thanks to it's enchantment. It's not the best in fact. He has to manually hammer it down instead of itself doing it for him. So he has to use two hands for the gun.

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[LadyOfStars]

Name: Sayogoromo Seikatsu
Age: 200
Gender: Male
Race: Full Demon
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Appearance: His 120 pound body is of course, very thin and being six feet tall doesn’t help. Several of his bones are clearly defined thanks to his weight issues. Because he looks so sickly, Sayogoromo makes sure to take very good care of his olive skin. While it does lack a radiance expected of someone his age, his skin is still soft and smooth. Just above his chest, Sayogoromo‘s collarbone is proudly on display with his ribs being easy to see and count. His spine is just as visible as the aforementioned bones. Of course, his fingers are very thin with short nails painted black. Sayogoromo’s long legs are the same way and lead down to a set of toenails that are also painted black. Because he is underweight, whenever, Sayogoromo’s blood starts to race, the veins in his arms and hands become visible.
Long, silky, black hair cascades down his back to the top of his buttocks. His hair is well taken care of and his rather thick, but he looks like a member of the undead whenever it is not styled. Normally, he wears his hair in ways that women often would. Intricate styles and ornate accessories are normal for, Sayogoromo and his hair is normally done up in a classical shimada style. Golden combs, flowers, and a variety of items have been used to adorn his hair.
A set of bangs usually hide, Sayogoromo’s forehead and come down far enough just to touch his thin eyebrows. Under his brow, a pair of eyes look out upon the world. A dark brown in color, narrow lids give them a sharp form, while skill allows them to switch between warm or dangerous at a moment’s notice. His black lashes create a dense canopy around his eyes and accent his eyebrows. Because he takes such good care of his skin, Sayogoromo’s sunken eyes do not look as bad as they could. His high cheekbones are close up under those brown eyes and are made more proud by the hollow cheeks below. Thanks to his weight issues, his cheeks are rather shallow and add to his deathly appearance. A pair of supple, bow-shaped lips contradict his other features and the lovely smile they create, illuminates and somewhat revitalizes his countenance. Sayogoromo has perfect teeth and a pair of average ears hidden by his hair, unless he’s wearing earrings.
Sayogoromo’s fashion taste runs away from the current norms of society. His daily attire consists of both susohiki and komon style kimonos, the style depending on his mood and planned daily activities. More often than not, Sayogoromo’s outfits are either brightly colored or simply warm. Very rarely does he wear dark colors. The only time that he strays from this preferred way of dressing, is when he has to engage combat.
True form: Sayogoromo’s true from is not as terrifying as most demons’. Upon transforming, his skin is burned away until all that remains is a skeleton with long hair.
Personality:
Sayogoromo’s parents didn’t play a role in his figuring out who he is as a person. When he was young, freedom made him somewhat of a wild child. But time and experience have made him much more mild. At his core, Sayogoromo is always looking out for himself. Life on the run trained him mentally until he was able to ignore the suffering of others and protect himself. He isn’t as proud as someone might assume he is upon first meeting him. But, Sayogoromo is shameless and easily shrugs off his mistakes as life has taught him there’s no time to dwell on such things. While he can be lively and exciting at times, Sayogoromo’s illness has made him reluctant to be so. He’s almost always relaxed or trying to do things that allow him to be.
Chatting with others is extremely easy for, Sayogoromo thanks to his experiences with humans from a young age. Whether it’s old friends or total strangers, he doesn’t shy away from conversation and puts his skills to use to ensure the topic is of interest to the other person. More often than not, Sayogoromo pushes the boundaries and tends to invade the personal space of others. He’s a good listener, thanks to years of practice, and he can easily fake most emotions. Forming bonds with others is something that he struggles with however as most people he would befriend, would be viewed as a potential client or a source of food. He’s still working to change that mindset though.
Bio:
The land of Brodova has always been, Sayogoromo’s home in the human world. He arrived there 198 years ago, after having followed an older and stronger demon who discovered an entrance to the world of mortals. Upon his arrival, Sayogoromo fell in love with the world human’s had built, but he loved the humans themselves even more. As the years went on, rumors spread off a demon within the forests; a child that lured people to their deaths. All that would remain were the skeletons of the creature’s victims. As he grew older, Sayogoromo grew wiser. He learned that male humans were more satisfying as they had a stronger life force than women more often than not. He harassed small communities along the outskirts of, Brodova for a while before he settled in, Jigram City. There he set up a small business where he conducted work similar to that of a geisha and even had patrons within the, Inner City. 148 years allowed him to perfect his talents. Working the way he did also brought him a steady supply of humans for him to feed on. He gained some fame amongst art oriented humans who enjoyed his company, but the fame also attracted some demonic attention. Along with demons came humans who were either jealous or wary of his success. Several times humans had attempted to hunt him down and even other demons attempted to cause him harm. During one of his battles, he was heavily poisoned by another demon. The poison weakened him and due to its strength, no cure has been found. Despite his sufffering, others continued to seek him out. To avoid them, he started moving around. It was around this time that he learned of the, Cerberus Vale Estate.
With a bit of hesitation, he searched for the family. When he finally made contact he expressed his desire to join them, although he gave false reasons. However, he knew he’d have to abide by the family’s rules in order to remain under their protection. The past 50 years have been easy for, Sayogoromo and he has grown to love the family.
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Powers:
Life Drain - Upon making skin contact with another living creature, Sayogoromo can drain their life force. The older and stronger a victim is, the more life force he drains from them. While he can control how much he takes from them, if he takes all their life force, a skeleton is all that will be left.
Hair - Sayogoromo can control his hair and manipulate it as if the strands were extra arms. He uses this power to ensnare his victims.
Weapons: Sayogoromo’s weapons of choice are tessen fans. The blades of the fan are riddled with rune carvings that make it useful against cutting into the skin enemy demons.

 

[ebb]

ISAAC FOWLER
"ft. Incana"

Personality​

To those he likes (few and far between), Isaac is pleasant- even friendly. However, small details about people will cause him to build a burning dislike. It could be the way the person laughs, or certain tones they ask a question. For this reason, he can be volatile- but those who’ve known him for lengths of time know to not take it to heart. On days when Incana is poisoning his mood, these swings are the worst.

On his good days, Isaac tends to be unmotivated. While his increased friendliness makes him easier to be around, chance are he’s going to spend the day lounging or being unproductive. All of his training and productiveness occurs when Incana is giving him a boost.

Isaac seeks being outdoors whenever possible. His room is filled to the brim with plants, and he leaves his windows open- regardless of the weather outside. It’s not uncommon for him to put on nature soundtracks when he thinks nobody is around.


Physical Characteristics
Isaac is slightly above average height, but is proportionate due to regular exercise balancing out his uninspired eating habits. He's littered with tattoos, and can't remember getting any of them. The largest one is a tattoo of a wolf that looks suspiciously like Incana- a back piece that likely took months to complete. Isaac favors practical, well made clothing over anything flashy.

History​

Isaac intended to live a pure life. Things didn’t go as planned.

From a young age, Isaac was taught the importance of history. Despite residing in Jigram city for their entire lives, Isaac’s family subsisted as if they walked the halls of the Inner City. As educators, they took pride in their tiny estate and taught small groups in the details of the continent's history. As traders, his parents came into contact with an endless sea of faces, which sparked their interest in Bordova’s vibrant history, and eventually filled their pockets with enough money to begin their institution. Isaac and his twin, Isabella, were given free reign of the halls- although Isabella was often the only of the two that took advantage of this. Isaac felt more trapped by his family’s obsession with the past, and prefered to look forward, even as a child. Instead, he opted to play in the nearby forest, preferring the knowledge he gained from romping in the leaves and crafting pretend weapons.

Because his family noticed his restlessness, they allowed him to attend a nearby, and more public school. After the initial curve of learning to fit in, Isaac’s life began to feel normal, and he fell in love with Jigram’s colorful streets.

Unbeknownst to him, his life was about to be pushed off kilter. A boy, around his own age, joined his class. From the way he dressed and talked, Isaac could tell he wasn’t from his city. Curious, and egged on by the claustrophobic feeling of not knowing what laid beyond his own bubble, Isaac sought the new kid as a friend. Unaware that this was what his parents were protecting him from, twelve year old Isaac spent increasing time with his new friend. He shared everything- his hopes, dreams, and aspirations. Having a best friend was something he’d wanted, so for a time, he was happy.

This ended when his friend invited him into the woods. The same woods that he’d played in since he was old enough to play on his own. Lured into a false sense of comfort, he failed to inform his family before wandering into the dusk. Once the two were deep in the woods, the other boy began acting oddly. Twitching, he muttered incoherent sentences, bent into the soil. When Isaac tried to console him, he leapt at Isaac, foaming and rabid.

Five years later, Isaac awoke under a citrus tree, grimy and aching all over. His body felt too large, awkward and clumsy. After the initial bought of panic, he was able to assess his situation. The first thing he knew was that he was missing a considerable chunk of time. With the help of a elderly woman running the orchard, he was able to understand that he’d been possessed, and was now several years older. Overwhelmed with grief, he spent a few weeks in depression- mourning the childhood and family he’d lost. Asking around the quaint city, he heard of Cerberus Vale and made the journey there. Purposefully avoiding interaction with people, in case he’d committed crimes under his possesed state, Isaac eventually made it to the estate.

Since then, he’s been putting his energy into building a reputation at the estate. Because he lost the identity he used to carry, he feels he has to work twice as hard to carve out a name for himself. Because the new kid in his class (when he lived in Jigram) caused his loss, Isaac is often rude to newcomers and dislikes anyone who might offset the balance he’s found.


Weapon

Incana's Shackles:
When it came to Isaac's weapon, the one that suited him the best was the one he already had. Isaac was given an iron collar infused with a charm that helps him rein in Incana. Without the need for a leash, Isaac wears a slender bracelet that mirrors the collar and initiates the connection.

Powers

Basics:
Incana has the basic physical strength you might expect from a several hundred year old creature. This can be used in combat. The extent control Isaac has over Incana can be touch and go.

Vicious Gnaw:
Incana's bite will leave the afflicted feeling nauseous and lightheaded as it enters the bloodstream. This can also cause hallucinations and waking nightmares if enough is administered. The effectiveness depends on how much of Incana's saliva is absorbed, and how weak the victim previously was. Isaac theorizes that Incana has a level of control over what the victim experiences. This wears off within a few hours, at the most.

Projection:
Ver. 1
Incana gets the reigns as soon as Isaac falls asleep- the beast roams the area while Isaac's physical body stays put. Isaac is able to see and remember what Incana sees. If Incana is killed in this state, they both die.
Ver. 2
Similarly, Incana can also enter Isaac's consciousness while he sleeps (instead of exploring outwards). Incana can either give him a pleasant dreamscape or torture him with a nightmare. This keeps Isaac appealing to his good side.

Age​

21​

Gender​

Male​

Race​

Human​

 

[SynapseAnalyst]

Name: Yama de la Rosa
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Changeling

Spoiler: Apperance

True Form: Yama's true form is a beautiful ethereal figure that appears as the most dazzling creature another person could imagine, changing based on the person, though if not viewed directly on the figure turns in a horrifying monstrosity until looked up fully.
Personality: Yama is generally a very quiet and reserved girl who tends to avoid the spotlight, enjoying to be left alone or hiding in a dark corner with a book. Most people tend to find her to be rude or cold due to her distant attitude and cold outward demeanor.
Bio: As a baby, Yama was swapped with a human child to be raised by the humans in place of their own child, though as she aged she could tell something was different about her. Her childhood was simple, her parents loving individuals who protected their child above all things. As Yama aged she began to hear the call of her true mother, beckoning her back to where she belonged, though Yama resisted the call, having fallen in love with the humans she had only known as her parents. As she grew older the call grew stronger and more forceful making it harder for her to ignore though she endured and tried to soldier on in this normal human life she had come to love. On her 18th birthday, the biggest surprise that came was her true mother came to collect her and bring her home, Yama refused and paid the ultimate price for it, her mother slaughtered her family hoping this would break the tie Yama had to the human world. All this succeeded in doing was breaking Yama's heart and making her fight harder to resist the call, she escaped her mother that night and ran as far as she could, hiding out in many different places over year. Though the more she hid the angrier she got, growing to resent who she was and the creature she came from. This lit a fire under her, causing her to move to Bordova and seek out Cerberus Vale joining the group of hunters in order to save someone from the pain she suffered from.
Powers: (1) Yama has the ability to charm creatures of a lesser ability level than herself for a short while, causing a sense of euphoria in the creature and distracting them from their surroundings as long as she and the creature maintain eye contact. (2) Yama can alter the reality of a creature in front of her, causing them to see what she projects into their mind. (3) Yama can influence the mind, attitude, and opinion of creatures around her, causing them to feel the way she wants them to.

Spoiler: Weapons

 

[Justin93Daniels]

Good evening, I am Jacques. The household butler of Cerberus Vale. If you are a newcomer, welcome! I shall show you around soon enough. But first, let us sign you in, okay?
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Name: The name of your character, full name if you would be so kind.

Age: The age of your character.

Gender: What is the gender of your character?

Race: Multiple supernatural beings exist, why not tell us if you're one? Unless you are human. But don't worry, I as well am human.
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Appearance: A description or a picture should suffice!\

True form: Reserved for supernatural beings, give a description of what your true form looks like, or to make it easier give a picture!

Personality: I find it best as a butler to understand someone when they give me a good sentence or two of what they are like.

Bio: How did you get here? Everyone has a story, even I as the butler, have a story to tell.
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Powers: Supernatural beings have at least 3 distinct powers among them, Master Vale has even trained humans to allow them to unlock powers of their own. What are yours? (Let your powers be an extension of your supernatural being/human, but do not be too overpowered with your abilities. Understand that everyone has weaknesses, to start off, all characters will still be training to master their powers.)

Weapons: Each member of the family acquires a enchanted weapon specially crafted by Ezekiel, the family Blacksmith. This weapon is most notably used for the slaying of monsters. And, by right is a ceremonial gift upon completion of becoming a Hunter among Cerberus Vale. Newcomers will gain their weapon in time, and in the beginning are gifted normal human weaponry to use. (Even if you are a newcomer, please create an enchanted weapon so that when the ceremony is conducted, the weapon is already accounted for and known to others, other than that put down any normal weapons your character might use. REMEMBER! The Enchanted weapon is an importance piece to a Hunter of Cerberus Vale, make sure the weapon is crafted suiting the needs of your character. If your character excels at fighting with spears, make an enchanted spear!)



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As you can already tell, this is the character sheet for the roleplay. Usually if I like the post, that means the character is accepted. Await your cookies!​

"First off, I'd like to mention that I really... really hate Portals... but yeah, I'll take your survey." a figure said as he sat within the shadows of the dark room, with the desk in-between himself and the butler.

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Name: "The name's Jason Walker. I'm from... another world, so to speak. Brought here by The Fog, which is basically a Living Portal that takes me across worlds... seemingly to "Help Them", as it keeps tellin' me."

Age: "I know, I look like I'm maybe somewhere between 25 and 35, but... truth is, I've been goin' through these portals, and lost track of the time... sometimes I was stuck in a world for years... other times, entire decades... so honestly, I'm about a few lifetimes ahead of myself."

Gender: "Pretty sure I'm a Male, last time I checked."

Race: "Human, but I can also be a Ghost, if it helps... guess that kinda makes me 'Paranormal', doesn't it?"
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Appearance: He would lean closer into the light, allowing a better view of himself.

"Got my Hiking Pack with me, too. It's loaded up with all the supplies I need for field work."

True form: ... "Just color me blue, and make me transparent, then you've got my Spirit Form, of that's anything to go by."

Personality: "Hmm... well, for one thing I don't beat around the bush. I'm a bit serious whenever on the job, but whenever I'm chattin' with people, I can be a little more laid-back, friendly at times, and downright honest... but lemme know if someone causes trouble, and I'll find a way to break 'em up."

Bio: "Jeez, where to begin... well, I guess the best part to start at would be the beginning. I was only six when I was taught how to use a basic gun, and ten whenever I learned how to craft my own ammo and weapons.

"By the time I turned twelve, my dad brought me into the Slayer's Guild... a group from my world that specialized in hunting down Paranormal Threats and protecting the peace, while keeping the Paranormal World separate from the Public Eyes.

"On my sixteenth birthday, my dad was sent out to hunt an Eldritch Horror... unfortunately, though, he ended up dying there, and his journal was passed on to me. Ever since, I've taken the lead in my own journey, and found myself climbin' the ranks up to Elite... the highest possible rank directly below the Guildmaster, who helped train me in the things my dad couldn't.

"So anyways, I was sent on a mission to investigate 'The Fog', which is basically a Living Portal that sends people across space and time... and unfortunately, I was the next on its list. I've been to quite a few worlds, now... and this one just happened to be the next one I was summoned into.

"Now, before we go into more details, I should probably mention that, in order to become an Elite, one's powers would get enhanced... but at the price, a Curse would be inflicted on the member... and I was unfortunate enough to get one of the biggest Curses of 'em all... 'Nox Eternus', as they call it in my world. It's basically the reason why I was able to survive all these years between worlds... long story short, I can't age, and I can't stay dead... every time I die, I'm just brought back without a clue how I got there... and I still feel the pain from it, even when my body's whole once again... y'know what, lemme just write those down in this form here."

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Powers:
1. Astral Projection
Jason is capable of ejecting his spirit from his body at will. While in Spirit Form, his body is left vulnerable to Physical Attacks, but his Spirit can interact with the Physical World, and isn't bound by "Physical Limitations". (His spirit is a lot stronger than his body.)
He can only Astral Project when tired, and the longer he is in Spirit Form, the more energized his body becomes... almost like he's in a sleep-like state. Furthermore, the more energy his Physical body has, the weaker his spirit becomes.

"I can sleep with two eyes open."

2. Nox Eternus
A Blessing and a Curse all-in-one, unique to Jason from his world. As a bearer of the Nox Eternus, his body is no longer able to age, and should he die, his body and equipment would be 'Teleported' back to an unmarked grave in whichever world he died in, or at a random point within it. However, he would suffer amnesia upon waking up, forcing him to forget the past few hours prior to his death. He would also still bear the pain that he suffered from prior to his death, despite his body being "healed", which oftentimes leads to him losing consciousness immediately after "Awakening" from a fatal blow.
This curse essentially binds his soul and body to the "Realm of the Living", though his soul can cross into the "Spirit Planes" of the worlds. However, he can not cross into another "Realm of Existence" in spirit without his body, and should he do so, his spirit would be "Recalled" back into his body. This, too, makes his body immune to possession and other curses, though normal physical afflictions are still a risk.

"I ain't immortal. I can still die, and it still hurts like hell. Thing is, though, I can't stay dead... which can be good, and bad."

3. Inhuman Reflexes
Time within the Spirit Planes work differently from the Living Realms. What would normally take a split-second could take several hours or more to arrive. Using this, he is able to use his "Spirit Form" to dodge and/or parry attacks that move faster than light, though only briefly. Furthermore, relying on the Spirit Plane's "Time Functions" energizes his body quickly, meaning he can only dodge such attacks a few times before having to wear himself out again.
Although he can dodge a light-speed attack, he can only do so a few times before having to balance out Offensive and Defensive maneuvers to wear himself out again... high risk, but high reward. It's one less death he has to worry about, if he plays his cards right.

"I know when someone's snooping around... it's why we have two eyes and ears, but only one mouth."

Weapons:

Silver-Tipped Pipe Wrench
Jason's most familiar, and well-balanced weapon. Having used it for countless occasions while facing Vampires and Werewolves, he also uses it to repair his Silver Truck. He replaced the tip with Silver for convenience, should he ever be attacked by them while he's repairing his truck.
(Whenever he graduates, rather than gaining a new weapon, his pipe would be embroidered with a magic gem slot that grants it Elemental Powers that reflect on the gem he has stored inside it. It can be changed at will, as the gems wear off over time!)

"This baby's been through it all... Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, Eldritch Horrors... hell, I even clocked a dragon in the muzzle with it during my Portal Quest... can't recall what happened after that, so I'm guessing it only pissed it off."

Quad-Barrelled Shotgun
Jason's choice of mid-range weaponry. Though it has four barrels in it, he can pump it once to add an additional four shots, for a total of eight simultaneous shots. Its barrel is embroidered with Silver and Iron, while its base is made of Acadia Wood, which grants it Holy Powers against Demons, due to the nature of the wood. (Noah's Arc, Tabernacles, and the Arc of the Covenant were all made of Acadia Wood, blessing it as the go-to "Holy" choice for wood.)

"My Quad-Barrelled Shotgun is a gun of my own design... built it myself. I even made the ammo I use for it... and trust me, there's a lot of fancy bullets I can make for this thing to fire, from Sticky and Flammable, to Silver and Gold. Hell, even made a bullet that hurts Demons and Ghosts... who knew Salt could be so useful, right?"

Otherworldly Book
Better known as a "Slayer's Journal", Jason keeps this in his vest at all times. With a strange, unknown magic, it can not be destroyed, and even reflects attacks brought onto it, granting it an astonishing "Stagger" power... however, it can't be used as a Weapon, and is mostly meant for parrying and blocking.

"Originally meant for sending messages between Slayers and the Guildmaster. However, ever since I've been pulled into the portals, it hasn't really been able to send messages. However, doesn't mean it can't make for a handy shield when I can't really dodge somethin'... though it ain't very big, so it won't make me 'invincible'..."

~
​

With the sheets filled out, Jason leaned back against the desk, and folded his right leg over his left knee.

"So now, I've got a question for you, Mr. Jacques... do you think that I qualify for Cerberus Vale? I can't stay forever, but chances are, I'll be around a good bit." he asked with a smile.

 

[Ginko The Mushishi]

"First off, I'd like to mention that I really... really hate Portals... but yeah, I'll take your survey." a figure said as he sat within the shadows of the dark room, with the desk in-between himself and the butler.

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Name: "The name's Jason Walker. I'm from... another world, so to speak. Brought here by The Fog, which is basically a Living Portal that takes me across worlds... seemingly to "Help Them", as it keeps tellin' me."

Age: "I know, I look like I'm maybe somewhere between 25 and 35, but... truth is, I've been goin' through these portals, and lost track of the time... sometimes I was stuck in a world for years... other times, entire decades... so honestly, I'm about a few lifetimes ahead of myself."

Gender: "Pretty sure I'm a Male, last time I checked."

Race: "Human, but I can also be a Ghost, if it helps... guess that kinda makes me 'Paranormal', doesn't it?"
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Appearance: He would lean closer into the light, allowing a better view of himself.

"Got my Hiking Pack with me, too. It's loaded up with all the supplies I need for field work."

True form: ... "Just color me blue, and make me transparent, then you've got my Spirit Form, of that's anything to go by."

Personality: "Hmm... well, for one thing I don't beat around the bush. I'm a bit serious whenever on the job, but whenever I'm chattin' with people, I can be a little more laid-back, friendly at times, and downright honest... but lemme know if someone causes trouble, and I'll find a way to break 'em up."

Bio: "Jeez, where to begin... well, I guess the best part to start at would be the beginning. I was only six when I was taught how to use a basic gun, and ten whenever I learned how to craft my own ammo and weapons.

"By the time I turned twelve, my dad brought me into the Slayer's Guild... a group from my world that specialized in hunting down Paranormal Threats and protecting the peace, while keeping the Paranormal World separate from the Public Eyes.

"On my sixteenth birthday, my dad was sent out to hunt an Eldritch Horror... unfortunately, though, he ended up dying there, and his journal was passed on to me. Ever since, I've taken the lead in my own journey, and found myself climbin' the ranks up to Elite... the highest possible rank directly below the Guildmaster, who helped train me in the things my dad couldn't.

"So anyways, I was sent on a mission to investigate 'The Fog', which is basically a Living Portal that sends people across space and time... and unfortunately, I was the next on its list. I've been to quite a few worlds, now... and this one just happened to be the next one I was summoned into.

"Now, before we go into more details, I should probably mention that, in order to become an Elite, one's powers would get enhanced... but at the price, a Curse would be inflicted on the member... and I was unfortunate enough to get one of the biggest Curses of 'em all... 'Nox Eternus', as they call it in my world. It's basically the reason why I was able to survive all these years between worlds... long story short, I can't age, and I can't stay dead... every time I die, I'm just brought back without a clue how I got there... and I still feel the pain from it, even when my body's whole once again... y'know what, lemme just write those down in this form here."

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Powers:
1. Astral Projection
Jason is capable of ejecting his spirit from his body at will. While in Spirit Form, his body is left vulnerable to Physical Attacks, but his Spirit can interact with the Physical World, and isn't bound by "Physical Limitations". (His spirit is a lot stronger than his body.)
He can only Astral Project when tired, and the longer he is in Spirit Form, the more energized his body becomes... almost like he's in a sleep-like state. Furthermore, the more energy his Physical body has, the weaker his spirit becomes.

"I can sleep with two eyes open."

2. Nox Eternus
A Blessing and a Curse all-in-one, unique to Jason from his world. As a bearer of the Nox Eternus, his body is no longer able to age, and should he die, his body and equipment would be 'Teleported' back to an unmarked grave in whichever world he died in, or at a random point within it. However, he would suffer amnesia upon waking up, forcing him to forget the past few hours prior to his death. He would also still bear the pain that he suffered from prior to his death, despite his body being "healed", which oftentimes leads to him losing consciousness immediately after "Awakening" from a fatal blow.
This curse essentially binds his soul and body to the "Realm of the Living", though his soul can cross into the "Spirit Planes" of the worlds. However, he can not cross into another "Realm of Existence" in spirit without his body, and should he do so, his spirit would be "Recalled" back into his body. This, too, makes his body immune to possession and other curses, though normal physical afflictions are still a risk.

"I ain't immortal. I can still die, and it still hurts like hell. Thing is, though, I can't stay dead... which can be good, and bad."

3. Inhuman Reflexes
Time within the Spirit Planes work differently from the Living Realms. What would normally take a split-second could take several hours or more to arrive. Using this, he is able to use his "Spirit Form" to dodge and/or parry attacks that move faster than light, though only briefly. Furthermore, relying on the Spirit Plane's "Time Functions" energizes his body quickly, meaning he can only dodge such attacks a few times before having to wear himself out again.
Although he can dodge a light-speed attack, he can only do so a few times before having to balance out Offensive and Defensive maneuvers to wear himself out again... high risk, but high reward. It's one less death he has to worry about, if he plays his cards right.

"I know when someone's snooping around... it's why we have two eyes and ears, but only one mouth."

Weapons:

Silver-Tipped Pipe Wrench
Jason's most familiar, and well-balanced weapon. Having used it for countless occasions while facing Vampires and Werewolves, he also uses it to repair his Silver Truck. He replaced the tip with Silver for convenience, should he ever be attacked by them while he's repairing his truck.
(Whenever he graduates, rather than gaining a new weapon, his pipe would be embroidered with a magic gem slot that grants it Elemental Powers that reflect on the gem he has stored inside it. It can be changed at will, as the gems wear off over time!)

"This baby's been through it all... Vampires, Werewolves, Demons, Eldritch Horrors... hell, I even clocked a dragon in the muzzle with it during my Portal Quest... can't recall what happened after that, so I'm guessing it only pissed it off."

Quad-Barrelled Shotgun
Jason's choice of mid-range weaponry. Though it has four barrels in it, he can pump it once to add an additional four shots, for a total of eight simultaneous shots. Its barrel is embroidered with Silver and Iron, while its base is made of Acadia Wood, which grants it Holy Powers against Demons, due to the nature of the wood. (Noah's Arc, Tabernacles, and the Arc of the Covenant were all made of Acadia Wood, blessing it as the go-to "Holy" choice for wood.)

"My Quad-Barrelled Shotgun is a gun of my own design... built it myself. I even made the ammo I use for it... and trust me, there's a lot of fancy bullets I can make for this thing to fire, from Sticky and Flammable, to Silver and Gold. Hell, even made a bullet that hurts Demons and Ghosts... who knew Salt could be so useful, right?"

Otherworldly Book
Better known as a "Slayer's Journal", Jason keeps this in his vest at all times. With a strange, unknown magic, it can not be destroyed, and even reflects attacks brought onto it, granting it an astonishing "Stagger" power... however, it can't be used as a Weapon, and is mostly meant for parrying and blocking.

"Originally meant for sending messages between Slayers and the Guildmaster. However, ever since I've been pulled into the portals, it hasn't really been able to send messages. However, doesn't mean it can't make for a handy shield when I can't really dodge somethin'... though it ain't very big, so it won't make me 'invincible'..."

~
​

With the sheets filled out, Jason leaned back against the desk, and folded his right leg over his left knee.

"So now, I've got a question for you, Mr. Jacques... do you think that I qualify for Cerberus Vale? I can't stay forever, but chances are, I'll be around a good bit." he asked with a smile.

Oh boy, I'm sorry but I will say that we aren't taking anymore characters for the roleplay! I do like the character, a well-thought out one I must say. I especially like the idea of the different portals/worlds. But I can say to you, if this roleplay succeeds in its storyline. The sequel to this roleplay your character can make it in! (I should have changed the title to not accepting anymore..That was my bad)

 

[Justin93Daniels]

Oh boy, I'm sorry but I will say that we aren't taking anymore characters for the roleplay! I do like the character, a well-thought out one I must say. I especially like the idea of the different portals/worlds. But I can say to you, if this roleplay succeeds in its storyline. The sequel to this roleplay your character can make it in! (I should have changed the title to not accepting anymore..That was my bad)

All good, dude!

However, I'm a bit curious. Does this RP work in "Sessions", where a group goes out on a mission, which has all the nitty-gritty combat, followed by a "Grace Period" for characters returning to the manor?

If so, then maybe it could be possible that he be "Referenced", or something, when the group returns? Y'know... like, a bit of an "Introduction" period for whenever the sequel is about to begin?

Like, Jacques could mention to Joseph that he "Sent a newcomer over to the 'Barracks' to train... someone who isn't even from around here, to be more precise"? That way, I don't show up as some "Random", should the sequel start, and will have my character better acquainted with the things he'd need to know. '

 

[Ginko The Mushishi]

All good, dude!

However, I'm a bit curious. Does this RP work in "Sessions", where a group goes out on a mission, which has all the nitty-gritty combat, followed by a "Grace Period" for characters returning to the manor?

If so, then maybe it could be possible that he be "Referenced", or something, when the group returns? Y'know... like, a bit of an "Introduction" period for whenever the sequel is about to begin?

Like, Jacques could mention to Joseph that he "Sent a newcomer over to the 'Barracks' to train... someone who isn't even from around here, to be more precise"? That way, I don't show up as some "Random", should the sequel start, and will have my character better acquainted with the things he'd need to know. '

Yes that's something we precisely do, I let a roleplayer or two do a mission, giving them free reign of the main IC for 24 hours (Or more if needed, irl stuff gets in the way). Finish the mission, give a little period of time in-between before the next mission will start. So its very possible for that to happen for you! I'll keep you posted about how the story is coming along too. So that if we're almost finished I'll let you know when/whats up!

 

[Justin93Daniels]

Yes that's something we precisely do, I let a roleplayer or two do a mission, giving them free reign of the main IC for 24 hours (Or more if needed, irl stuff gets in the way). Finish the mission, give a little period of time in-between before the next mission will start. So its very possible for that to happen for you! I'll keep you posted about how the story is coming along too. So that if we're almost finished I'll let you know when/whats up!

Sounds good! In the meantime, I'll keep an eye on the RP, itself, so that I, as a future player, can know the in-depth happenings... kinda like "Reading a book", or something... might even give me ideas on how my character could make his official "Appearance" when his training is done... though I should probably mention that he's an "Elite" from his world, and had training from a bunch of other worlds... odds are, his training and knowledge might seem a bit "Anomaly Level", or "Unexpectedly Top-Class for a 'Rookie'", since he's... y'know... already familiarized with training of the Paranormal Variety... that is, if that's okay!

 

[Ginko The Mushishi]

Sounds good! In the meantime, I'll keep an eye on the RP, itself, so that I, as a future player, can know the in-depth happenings... kinda like "Reading a book", or something... might even give me ideas on how my character could make his official "Appearance" when his training is done... though I should probably mention that he's an "Elite" from his world, and had training from a bunch of other worlds... odds are, his training and knowledge might seem a bit "Anomaly Level", or "Unexpectedly Top-Class for a 'Rookie'", since he's... y'know... already familiarized with training of the Paranormal Variety... that is, if that's okay!

By the sequel, I believe everyone will have just as much experience so it'll be okay! (Unless pairings happen, and teens come into play)

 

[Justin93Daniels]

By the sequel, I believe everyone will have just as much experience so it'll be okay! (Unless pairings happen, and teens come into play)

Of course, of course. '

... I can see it now.

Joseph steps into the Graduation Hall, finds Jason at a table, prepping up his weaponry, and then approaches him. Afterwards, the two shake hands, and begin a good ol' "Mass Effect" style Dialogue Sequence.

"Jason Walker, I presume?"

"Lord Joseph, sir."

"I hear you've been making a name for yourself up here. At first I read from your paperwork that you've handled a few Demons... among other things... before you got here. Now that I get a better look at you, I can see you weren't bluffing like most of the other jarheads that work for me. Especially the statistics. You're the top of your class, and that means something."

"Thanks, sir. For what it's worth, you seem alright for a Devil... and that says a lot, considering the kinds of things I've hunted in the past. And so, you've got my vote on the next election for 'Devil of the Century'."

"Heh... as long as your votes include shooting the competition, you'll be alright."

"Himalayan Rock Salt, sir... it's got its uses against Spirits."

"Or just a shot in the head works fine, as well."

"With all due respect, sir, why can't I do both?"

"Hmm... whoever said you couldn't?"

And so on, so forth... looking forward to the epic encounters to come!

 

[RubyZoo]

Name: Skyler Snow Johnson

Age: 25

Gender: female

Race: Human
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Appearance:

(doesn't have elf ears)

True form: N/A

Personality: Protective, hard working, and caring, I still like to be alone. I only work for myself and don't like to be around other people.

Bio: Having both my parents dead at the age of 8, i learned how to survive in the wild. Having a bow and arrow as a present at 6 years old, I started learning how to use it for protection. Living in the woods for the rest of my life so far, I have learned to also fend for myself and not trust others unless they prove themselves worthy.
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Powers: N/A

Weapons: Bow and arrows

Extra: Still lives in the woods. When the hunters go out to hunt one night, they find her but it won't be easy to bring her back.

 

[Ginko The Mushishi]

Name: Skyler Snow Johnson

Age: 25

Gender: female

Race: Human
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Appearance:
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(doesn't have elf ears)

True form: N/A

Personality: Protective, hard working, and caring, I still like to be alone. I only work for myself and don't like to be around other people.

Bio: Having both my parents dead at the age of 8, i learned how to survive in the wild. Having a bow and arrow as a present at 6 years old, I started learning how to use it for protection. Living in the woods for the rest of my life so far, I have learned to also fend for myself and not trust others unless they prove themselves worthy.
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Powers: N/A

Weapons: Bow and arrows

Extra: Still lives in the woods. When the hunters go out to hunt one night, they find her but it won't be easy to bring her back.

I'm sorry, but right now the RP is closed! I can reserve you a spot for the sequel to this roleplay though!!

 

[RubyZoo]

I'm sorry, but right now the RP is closed! I can reserve you a spot for the sequel to this roleplay though!!

Oh sorry. I didn't realize it was closed. Yes, i would like to be reserved for the sequel of this roleplay. Sorry

 

[Ginko The Mushishi]

Oh sorry. I didn't realize it was closed. Yes, i would like to be reserved for the sequel of this roleplay. Sorry

It's all good! No worries!