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[Lordxana0]

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• Name:
• Age:
• Demon: (The name and description of characters contracted demon.)
• Apotheosis: (The abilities taken on when in this state)
• Submission: (The abilities taken on in this state)
• Weapons: (Those summoned by fusing with your demon or brought with the character)
• Personality:
• History: (Please include what they were targeted by the factory for.)
• Appearance: (Picture or description for all forms.)
• Etc: (Everything else)

 

[LostHaven]

Ultimately, hope turned to tragedy, and the desire to belong became the undoing.

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• General
• History
• Abilities
• Etc.

• 
  Name: Neriah Medina
  
  Age: 16
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Alignment: Neutral Evil
  
  Personality: Deeply mistrusting, Neriah is overly cautious with her allies, always keeping associates away from arms reach. After all, in this City, all are expendable and replaceable; allies, friends, and even family. Her motives are clear; driven by resentment and spite for the city and all that 'betrayed' her, she seeks to uproot the City from its very foundations, to suffocate those that sit atop the City with the very smoke that blots the sky and heralds their mechanical enforcers, and to pluck the wings off their sad mockeries of angels and cast them to the Earth. Yet, she rebels not out of justice nor duty for the others that suffer under the City's oppression, viewing those that submit to the City's laws as less than subhuman, as cattle that shamelessly cling to the City's leg for their own survival, even if that means to live a meaningless and clockwork existence.
  
• 
  "YoU
  
  are​
  
  
  AlOne.
  ​
  DESolAtE.​
  ​
  ABanDOnEd.
  
  
  UNWanTeD."​
  
  A drum rupturing cacophony of twisted sounds that overlap into what could barely constitute as words, uncanny and jarring. It was something less than human; unfathomable, yet just so barely tellable that she could just about comprehend the voice's intent, even if the noises were enough to split her head apart and liquefy its insides so that her brains would leak out from her ears and all over the floor.
  
  "FeAR NOt
  
  
  WE
  ​
  REQuIRE​
  ​
  Of yOu
  
  
  A SErvIcE​
  
  So TOo​
  
  cAn We
  
  
  OFfeR oNE​
  
  TO yoU."​
  
  
  ​
  
  The disorienting voices floods her head from all perceivable angles, drowning out her voice of confusion, along with fear, doubt, and reason. Though Neriah did not understand the fine details - or any details for that matter - of her current situation, the suffocating heaviness in the air, the dread presence of the thing that lurked beyond her perception, the brief flashes of what events had lead up to the very present, and the deep, wrenching desolation and simmering resentment weighing heavy on her chest pointed to but one conclusion.
  
  She was now standing at a crossroads; presented with a decision she could never back away from.
  
  Every cell present in her body shuddered and screamed. To flee. To run away from the formless and nameless entity, and to never look back. And yet, would she go afterward? The thing was right; she was alone. Desolate, unwanted, abandoned. It might've already wormed its way into her head, playing her like a fiddle.
  
  Yes, at this current moment, the creature knew exactly what Neriah wanted, and more.
  
  Vengeance. An eye for an eye, betrayal for betrayal and blood for blood.
  
  "BEcOmE OuR VEsSEL. GIvE uS PaSsAGE." Slowly, her mind was adapting to its 'voice'. Though she could still barely recognize its 'words' as coherent speech, she began to better comprehend its, or rather, 'their' intent. "tHEy hAVe aLL rEJeCTeD yoU. WE WiLl eMBrACe yOu. ReLInQUiSH yOuR fLEsH aND wE wIlL GrANt yOU pOWeR."
  
  For one whose only other option was to accept an outcome just as terrible, its words that dripped with malice and venom were beginning to sound more like sweet honey. "But what will happen to me once I've gotten what I want?"
  
  "YOuR EnD."
  
  Welp. At least 'it' was honest, if nothing else. "Then, will you promise that my wish will be fulfilled?"
  
  "WE wIlL."
  
  ​
  She never wanted this.
  
  She never wanted anything special.
  
  And yet, in this City, where people clamber to climb atop one another to reach a greater status, where all seek only in life to be favored by the Factory, even the simplest wish turns to an unattainable dream, as distant as the stars in the night sky, consumed by the smoke ever flowing from the deepest reaches of the Factory.
  
  That dream for Neriah, was but even the smallest warmth and love, and for her father, the owner of the largest pharmaceuticals company in the City, a perfect daughter to carry his legacy.
  
  And thus from an extremely young age, Neriah would be groomed to be the successor of the company. A child's thoughts didn't matter, for they lacked the vision and understanding to make their own choices. Their feelings had no place, for they were pointless, fragile things. All Neriah needed was to do what was required of her, and for a small girl who only wanted their parents' attention, she did nothing but quietly obey.
  
  And yet, Neriah could never be all that her father had hoped for. And so what began as a cold, emotionless relationship turned to bitter cold, until Neriah had become little more than a speck of dust; a tiny, insignificant thing that wasn't even worth noticing.
  
  And like this she lived, a nothing, still working tirelessly and with reckless abandon to her own wellbeing in fleeting hope of one day being welcomed into the family.
  
  And yet, rather than give as much as a glance toward his own daughter, Neriah's father would sooner adopt a second child.
  
  After the grand disappointment that was his biological child, it seemed as though Neriah's father had gone out and handpicked himself his 'perfect daughter'. Where he got this child was irrelevant; what was relevant was that her new 'sister' was a prodigy - a genius, even - in practically all the aspects that her father had originally envisioned for Neriah. And so, less than nothing, Neriah was powerless as the love, attention and warmth that she herself was deprived of given to a stranger in plentitude.
  
  Sometimes, she still held on to a tiny spark of hope.
  
  That maybe, that somewhere, there was still a place for her.
  
  It was then, on her 16th birthday, expecting to spend another one alone in coldness and solitude, that Neriah was summoned by her father.
  
  They were naught but memories now clouded in resentment; sprinting with tearful joy that her pain had come to a happy resolution, the confusion as she was met with the icy, spiteful gazes of her father and her soon-to-be replacement, and the terror as the clockwork angels dragged her away.
  
  This would be her reward for holding onto hope.
  
  She was a speck of dust; a nothing, and much like a speck of dust, should have disappeared and flown away with the wind. Yet, she clung to hope, and now, like dust clinging to a mattress, would be swept away and disposed.
  
  In the end, it took her sixteen long years to understand.
  
  The real tragedy was not her cold and unloved life, but the fact that she had still hoped to be loved. By hoping for a place to belong, she was left with nothing; not even the right to live.
  
  In the face of death, and looking back at her naivety, Neriah could only laugh as the wind tore the tears from her cheeks.
  
• Skills:
  
  • Cautious
  • Calculating, always weighs outcomes
  • Once determined to seek said 'outcome', is willing to do anything to see it through
  • Doesn't exactly trust her 'allies' fully, and thus is willing and capable of doing far more than is required of herself
  
  Weapons:
  
  • A switchblade laced with the corrosive pus her body produces.
  
  Demon: The Hounds of Tindalos
  
  "Beyond life there are things that I cannot distinguish. They move slowly through angles. They have no bodies, and they move slowly through outrageous angles..."
  
  Neriah's 'demon' is a mysterious and little-known being called a 'Hound of Tindalos', a thing that resides beyond the realms of known comprehension. Its origin is that of an alien place, even beyond the realms of demons and evils named. They are existences whose motives are entirely alien, falling completely outside conventional guidelines of 'good' or 'evil'. Though, for the time being, it they seem to desire to establish a connection to this world, and one of the ingredients seem to be a willing human.
  
  Apotheosis: Other than some irregularities in speech, a pale glow in the eyes, and heavy smoke that emanates from the body Neriah's outward appearance remains largely unchanged during the Apotheosis state. In this state, Neriah is granted several abilities from her demon:
  
  
  • Spatial Shift: Seemingly unbound from the conventional 3 dimensions, Neriah is granted the ability to traverse the higher dimension, appearing as though having the ability to freely shift through any point in space. This ability is limited to being able to apparently shift to any location within a 120 degree cone directly in front of Neriah, or into any 'corner' of 120 degrees or less and is a limitation that may be picked up and exploited by an opponent.
  • See Through Time: In this state, Neriah loses all sense of conventional sight, which is replaced by the ability to 'see' objects 'moving' through time.
  • Hound's Hunger: Reason is corroded by a Hound of Tindalos' bestial instinct and hunger, Neriah demonstrates feats of physical strength and agility generally unfitting of a human. You do not want to see what happens when the hunger overwhelms reason.
  • Corrosive Bile: Her body produces small amounts of a pale blue 'pus' like substance with corrosive properties, that is injected via bite. Normally, the bile probably serves to liquefy prey before drinking it like soup.
  • 'The Smoke': The smoke that pours from Neriah's body seem to have some form of hallucinogenic effect, instilling a sense of existential dread to victims that inhale it. Prolonged exposure leads to more dire effects such as panic, paralyzing terror, or even insanity.
  
  Submission:
  Relinquishing herself fully to the Hound of Tindalos, Neriah's appearance takes on a far more disturbing and grotesque appearance. Flesh, muscle and tendon unravel into twisting, writhing columns of smoke. Eyes in empty and hollow spaces where no eyes should be. Unfamiliar and gross protrusions sprout all over, and a sense of utter wrongness as if staring down a being that should, and could never exist within the confines of known reality. Once in this state, the Hound is given access to a fuller set of its original abilities.
  
  
  • Angles of Time: The Hound is granted wider access to walk the angles of time, allowing unrestrained access to the 3 dimensions when 'shifting' through space, as well as the ability to shift a maximum of 20 seconds forward or backward in time, able to remain at the new point in time for a maximum of 3 seconds before being thrown back to the 'present'.
  • Humanity, Relinquished: The human form is a liability. Weapons are a tool for the weak, and honor is a feeble concept unneeded of a predator. Dominated by the Hound, all humanity is discarded and they will fight with tooth and nail, guided only by a beast's instincts rather than human intuition. It appears that by discarding (most) of the human form, the vessel is granted even greater physical strength and agility.
  • Digest Prey: Production of digestive bile increases dramatically; wounds inflicted by fang or claw inject the pus-like substance into victims. Its corrosive properties are enhanced to better serve its... vile purpose.
• 
  Quote/s:
  
  "Don't even bother trying to get close to me. I would sooner accept this Demon as my 'family' than a human." - about friends & family
  
  "As far as I am concerned, 'Neriah Medina' is already dead. If a path of self-destruction is what it takes to best make use of my borrowed time, then so be it." - regarding 'reckless' tendencies
  
  "First, I will lay claim to their lives, just as they had ripped mine away from me. Then, the Factory's throat..." - regarding motives
  
  "Just another victim of the City. In that regard, we are alike, I suppose." - about Natalia Caladrius
  
  "To fight against the truth now does not absolve one of the sins committed in ignorance." - about Angélique Lachance
  
  Theme:
  
  

 

[Nellancholy]

Name: Natalia Caladrius

Age: 19

Demon: Paracelsus, demon god of medicine

Apotheosis:
When calling upon Paracelsus' power, Nat has abilities including:

• Life sense: The ability to detect living organisms (down to specific micro-organisms if needed) within 100 meters, as well as determine their physical condition
• Reconstructive healing: The ability to take biomass from a willing donor and work it into a clay-like state that can replace missing or damaged tissue in a living organism. The rate of conversion is much higher if Nat uses her own mass. She can also regenerate very effectively from donation while in the apotheosis state.
• Viral infection: While in the apotheosis state, Nat can infect mundane organisms in close proximity with a virus that causes moderate afflictions like fever, drowsiness, or suggestibility, and remove it just as easily. It specifically cannot be transmitted by anyone but Nat herself.

Submission:
When fully submitted to Paracelsus' power, Nat's vessel has abilities including:

• Conceptual poison: The viral infection becomes far more potent, capable of eroding even non-organic entities (though not immobile matter).
• Resurrection: The power of reconstruction is so great as to be able to revive any mundane organism that has passed away within the last hour, with even the smallest part of their remains. However, it requires around a minute of concentration to do so.
• Biomonitor: As an extension of the power of reconstruction, Paracelsus can perfectly identify the affliction of any organism, and the rate of donor conversion from Nat's body becomes immense.

Weapons: Paracelsus grants Nat the ability to summon various replicas of modern medical equipment to use as weaponry, though certain implements like scalpels, syringes, and IV racks are generally the most efficient to use as weapons.

History:
Not everyone was equal in the City, even with the supposed peace and unity brought by the Factory. Natalia Caladrius was an ordinary young woman, living in one of the more run-down parts of the City with her sickly older sister, Gloria. Natalia aspired to attend medical school, becoming a doctor for the sake of people like Gloria. Gloria herself, however, was one of the few unfortunates in the City to feel that everything wasn't quite right. Despite rarely being able to leave the house, Gloria began to dig into the Factory, and the mysterious fog.

She even roped Natalia into investigating the way people and things went into the factory and rarely came back out. One fateful night, Natalia saw them. The angels. What they did to people who knew too much, did too much. Horrified, she ran home, all thoughts of caution thrown from her mind. When she arrived, Gloria was nowhere to be seen. Taken not by the angels, but by the mortal city guardsmen. They refused to let Natalia see her sister, nor bail her out. Not even give her her medicine. And that sealed her fate.

Supposedly, Gloria Caladrius died in custody of medical complications. Natalia would never know, having been denied the right to her sister's remains. In her anger, she attempted to attack a Factory van, using it to infiltrate the Factory. And that was when the angels came for her. They attempted to destroy her as they had so many others, but she was saved at the last moment, and offered a contract.

"The angels and their master have become a tumor. And here are the means to excise them."

With her contract embodied by the injector pen that could have saved Gloria's life, Natalia begins the battle against the angels anew.

Appearance:


Etc:
Smokes once a day, doesn't drink alcohol

Has become withdrawn, frequently reviews Gloria's files, most of which weren't confiscated or destroyed

No longer willing to drive any motor vehicle

 

[Vox Angelis]

Name : Angélique Lachance

Age : 32


Personality : Warm and caring, Angélique is as close to as motherly as you can have. She looks out for the welfare of her friends and family above all else, which can lead to her taking some rash decisions. She is often seen as calm and level-headed, acting with sympathy and diplomacy. But beware for those who cross a line, she can become temperamental and won't hesitate to correct the people who are willing to put down others for their own gains.

History: Angélique witnessed firsthand what the Factory does to people.

The young woman had everything going for her, or that's what every drone in the city would think. She had great looks, a nice husband, a decent house, a good Christian contributing to society with a good job. She was a teacher, educating youths in "morals" classes. Basically, it was a position to help kids being indoctrinated by the Factory's standards of society. In the first years of her career, Angélique was very enthusiastic about teaching the beliefs she held dear to her students, to help shape them into "good" human beings.

She didn't see it at first. The peculiar few who had a hard time adhering to her teachings. Children with problematic backgrounds. Rejects of society. Younglings aspiring to become more than just a corporate slave. She had notes on every one of them. She spoke of them during directorial meetings. The young teacher always though that she was good at her job, because eventually all those kids ended square and cooperative by the end of the school year.

That is until she started prying on those "problematic" kids' life, as years of teaching experience began settling in. It was always the same story. The culmination of months of analysis on problematic students with a final board meeting. The next week, those straying on the edges of acceptability became one of the most docile kids she ever had, while those standing on the far fringes were removed from her class, apparently "moving out from the city". The truth was, she figured it after digging deeper. Some were sent during the weekend at the Factory, reshaped as model kids. The others, who were too "far gone", they never returned from the Factory."

After realizing this travesty, Angélique never looked at the city the same way as she previously did. She began to stray from "the path" of teaching. Her classes started to become less about being the perfect model of society, and more like a spiritual journey to one's dreams and hopes and figure out how to reach out for them.

It took a year for the directorial board to learn about her misstep. She was no longer teaching those kids how to become the citizens of tomorrow. She was teaching them to become their own individual.

And for that, after classes, fog settled in the school, and the faulty teacher had to be taken care of.

Etc:

• Loves kids, animals and music. Would actually make a decent music teacher.​
• Can't seem to go on about her day without a fresh cup of coffee in the morning.​
• Dreams of having a child.​
• isn't able to become pregnant. Is diagnosed with infertility.​

Demon : Samael, the Fallen Star.

This archdemon is believed to have been one of the highest ranked Angel in his time, before he rebelled against his creator in protest to blindly following the rule of a tyrant. It is rumored that he is the one who brought free will to humankind and fought to maintain their ability to think for themselves. As such, he was cast out and sent to the demonic realm to be tormented in eternity, to judge the humans for the choices they made out of the free will they have been granted because of Samael.

"Tch... free will is what makes one 'being'. Take that away, and you're just as much worth as a rock."
"What is being human if we cannot make our own choices. To reach out for our dreams and find happiness in them? To learn from our mistakes and become a better person?"

Apotheosis :
"To fight the powers of entropy, I shall grant you the powers to protect those you hold dear and destroy those who threaten the balance. You will become a champion to your 'good' cause."

• Smite - The power to vanquish evil with a massive blast of searing and blinding light. Angélique points to an enemy with her right hand, her palm radiating with a light that scorches skin and flammable objects and causes temporary blindness to those facing the palm of her hands.
• Holy Aegis - The power to protect with a bright golden shield made of solid light. Angélique brings her closed left hand in front of her to manifest a shield that can cover her from frontal assaults. She can also point anyone else with her left fist to have them benefit of this shield instead of herself.
• Commanding Aura - The power to inspire authority over lesser beings. For the weak-willed and the meek, Angélique appears more imposing than she actually is. Whether she is seen as more threatening, more intimidating, more important, is up to how one views the world. Angélique also benefits in increased physical prowess to stand her ground in battle.

Submission :
"I thank you for your blessing, Samael, but there are times I cannot overcome entropy simply with the kindness of my heart. I plead you to use your full might on those wronging us."

• Hellfire Blast - An otherworldly black flame that consumes everything. The stronger the object, the longer it takes for the flames to devour, but it ultimately will become ash in the end. The black flames cannot be extinguished by normal means, they must be put out by strong magic or dismissed by Samael.
• Aura of Decay - Everything that Samael touches or stands near becomes brittle, whittle away or rots at a steady pace.
• Wings of Darkness - Wispy black tendrils sprouts painfully from Angélique's back to allow Samael to fly and impale any unsuspecting foes with these dark wings. Those impales by the tendrils have their life drained away to empower the fallen angel.
• Ultimate Sin - For he who grants one's deepest desires, Samael can use powerful suggestions to seduce mortals into indulging in their hidden fantasies. People gazing into Samael's eyes break free of all and any mind-affecting abilities and in turn can fall prey to their own urges, potentially causing chaos in many ways.

Weapons :

• Lightbringer: When Samael takes control of Angélique's body, he brings out a sword made of flames from the ground, seemingly pulling it out from the depths of hell itself. This sword can cut through mostly anything and consumes the living it touches, further empowering him with the souls of the dead.

 

[Cogwork]

Name: Fumiko Nishimura
Age: 20
Demon:

Spoiler: Mystery, Babylon the Great, the Mother of Harlots and Abominations of the Earth"

Apotheosis:

Spoiler: Apotheosis

Drunken with the blood of the saints: By letting someone drink from her cup, Fumiko can grant either a minor healing effect or a temporarily boost to one of the following: the drinkers strength, durability, agility, or reflexes. Only one of those effects can be active at a time. The liquid also have a slight intoxicating effect, making those who drink it lose the ability to feel pain.

The effect of the liquid increases the more you drink of it, however it has such a foul taste that few can stomach drinking more than a sip.

Full of abominations: By pouring the liquid from her cup on to the ground, Fumiko can summon a serpent (something like this but with a black/red color scheme). The serpent are relatively weak and possesses no real abilities of it's own but can be affected by her other ability. She can summon up to three serpents at a time.

Submission:

Spoiler: Submission

Drunken with the blood of the martyrs: In this state, Fumiko's Drunk with the blood of the saints ability enhances to the point that is now able to grant up to three of the effects.

Filthiness of her fornication: In this state, Fumiko can pour the liquid from her cup onto the ground and have it continuously spawn serpents.

Weapons: Whilst not strictly a weapon, Fumiko gains the ability to summon a golden cup filled a red, viscous liquid emitting a foul odor. She also gains a sword (see picture above).

Personality: Fumiko is most of all bored. She's bored of her work, bored of her friends, bored of the weekly visit to the same old bar down the street that once served as the highpoint of her week. She's desperately in search of anything that she can find even remotely exciting, which tends to result in her frequently jumping from one interest to the next at the drop of a hat (which has led to a very broad but shallow pool of knowledge). She's also very easily influenced and has, thanks to her latest interest, adopted a fair bit of the kind of behavior typically seen in delinquent manga.

History: Up until recently, Fumiko life could have been used as the dictionary definition of standard. But less than a month ago, that changed. It started when she found an old collection of manga when helping her parents move. Her mother told her to throw them out but a bit curious (and mostly bored with media that was normally available to her) took them back to her house where she read the entirety of it in a single night. And then she re-read it, and then she did it again.

It was unlike anything she'd ever read before. Bold, unafraid young people who threw the expectations that were placed upon them back into society's face whilst still being bound a strong sense of honor and companionship. She could feel it, this was what was missing from her life her life. And after spending some time thinking about it, she decided to change that.

Yet she had barely tried to convince someone of her friends to start a biker gang with her (not that she, or anyone else she knew, had a motorbike but such things were probably just for the atmosphere anyways.) when the fog started to roll in. She couldn't imagine what she'd done had upset the angels but she wasn't going to stand around and find out so she fled, and while hiding in an alleyway were offered a contract.