Blood and Magick: The Coven *MATURE!* -STARTS!- LSUs welcome!

[Drusilla]

What's the deal with Louisiana State?
Anyway, we start; new characters are always welcome. No more neutrals, please... there are too many all ready. PM or email me with questions.

Mature for: language, violence, sexual themes, and the fact that it's my idea anyway...

Blood and Magick: The Coven

They say that legends and myths have their roots in fact. Most write the old tales off as amplified superstition of barbarians. Even today when the unnatural occurs right before our eyes, there’s always some “logical explanation”.

That logic is a lie.

Forget everything you thought was real or fantasy. Open your eyes, if you can, and find your own truths, because the creatures of old tales and dreams are real, and they’re all around you. Demons, angels, dragons, shape-shifters, witches all exist. They weave in and out of human society as they will, some together, some alone, warring, cooperating, living, and loving in a world that’s before us all the time. It’s there to see if we can only believe.

And where so God and Satan fit in? Do they even exist? They do, and their presence is very strong in this “hidden” world. Creatures ally themselves to one side or another, or don’t at all; rivalries form, and wars break out. Every few centuries tensions explode… and it’s about to happen again.

The agents of God fight for the light, even if they never see it. Their connection with their Creator is of love and understanding; their power comes from the cooperation of individuals in covens and covens working together. The anonymous savior of a lost child, the stranger who stops to comfort you on the street, all of these are among the mysterious warriors of good.

The servants of Satan hide their true selves, reveling on destruction and decay. They are slaves to the Lord of Hell, doing his bidding with fear in their hearts. The meaningless massacres and pointless destruction mortals see on the news are often the work of these thralls of evil. While many are “lone operatives”, several covens do exist, but most don’t last long due to the mentality of the average individual.

Then there are the neutrals, those who have no goals, no tasks, who simply live for life’s sake, who side with no one. They can be the most dangerous, or the trustworthiest; they are the unknowns.

Which side will you choose?


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Mah character, biznatches!

Name: Sorcha
Age: c. 1600 years old
Gender: female
Species: vampire-witch
Gifts/powers: she has the limitations and strengths of a vampire of her age (sunlight is harmful but won't destroy her, she doesn't have to drink blood as often, strong telekinetic powers, extreme physical strength, skin like white marble, ability to fly, ect.), but can also communicate with spirits and manipulate elements (earth, air, fire, water) and can, at will, transform into a winged, angel-like version of herself with huge red and black wings, though any use of her witch powers can drastically drain her
Physical Description: clicky for piccy Like so, but with black streaked with blood red. She often wears a short black leather skirt, black corset with red inset, and knee-high boots.
Personality: Party goddess. She loves to have a good time, and sometimes has difficulty "buckling down" when things get serious. Always the one to have some quirky remark, not many can take her on in an arguement or a battle of wits. When she does get serious, then you know things are getting pretty bad, and someone's about to get their ass kicked. A great friend, trustworthy confident, and powerful ally, you definately want to be on her good side.
Origin/History: : Born in Ireland, Sorcha was a Druidic high priestess who traveled Gaul during the early days of the Holy Roman Empire. She was called to a gathering to help with a problem stemming from negative energy; during the ritual, the energy attacked her and nearly killed her when she was saved by the merging of a divine spirit with her own. She doesn’t know what spirit it was, but she has a feeling that it was an important one, since afterwards she practically became God’s general on earth. Not long after her transformation, she fell in love, but the man she fell in love with was destined to die. God has promised that there is someone for her, and that he will come in time.
Alliance: Good (but definitely chaotic); ‘leader’ of the Fallen Souls coven (FYI: I changed the coven name so that it would be more inclusive for guys)
Other: Love-hate relationship with Malik, son of Satan; knows Illuminia from the days of the Black Death

Optionals-
Descriptive quotes:
"As I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I fear no evil... For I am the baddest m*****f***er in the valley!" (one of my fave shirts...)

Alias(es): Teaches night classes on mythology at a local college.

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-Sorcha-

It was one of those nights. You know the kind; the moment that darkness decends a kind of static energy fills the air, something that you can feel but not quite put a finger on what it is. The kind of night that's just waiting for something, and all of existance is just holding it's breath. It's kind of like the feeling you get when you're on a roller coaster and you're just cresting the first huge hill. Everything all but stops, and then, wham! Before you know it, life's swept you off your feet like it tends to do and you don't know what the hell hit you.

I knew it was one of those nights the moment my eyes opened, just as the sun sunk below the horizon. Twilight is my time, my time to rise, to hunt, to kill. I didn't kill out of physical necessity anymore; I was old enough that I didn't suffer the bloodthirst anymore. But to know that, when I was done with the hunt, one less murderer, one less rapist, one less evil was on the streets than the night before. I only killed those who act out of evil, those who only exist to tear lives apart. I only killed those who needed to be dealt with.

The tension in the air, though... it bothered me. It was oppressive, almost smothering, like a fog so thick you can feel it push back against your movements like water. I didn't like the feeling, because I knew what it meant.

War was coming.

He would know. He could tell me what was going on, what I needed to do. When ever this feeling came apon me, He was the one to go to.

I dressed and was thankful that I didn't have to report to my mortal job tonight. It was lonely, knowing that I could go this entire night without ever seeing another physical being, knowing that once this old house was full of life and magick. They were all gone now; some had died, some were Resting, others had just dissapeared. If they were needed, they would come back; my sisters always knew when to return. If my senses were right, then it wouldn't be too long before the Sisterhood was reformed with members new and old.

No time for the memories now. It was time to fly, to move above the unknowing mortals of the city, and find Him.

'Find' isn't quite the right word. He is always there, and always knows where I am, but I prefer to talk to Him on the rooftops, with only the stars to witness. From the top floor of our old house, I opened the trapdoor to the roof. I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes, concentrating on the Gift that He had given me so many years ago. Slowly, painfully, my wings came to me, my beautiful wings. I launched myself from the roof, the excitement and joy of flight flooding me entirely. I was free up here, and the previous worries that had plagued me were forgotten as I flew towards the dying light on the skyline.

St. Catherine's Cathedral. I'd never had much taste for the Catholic religion, but the arcitecture of the old churches was breathtaking. The spires, peaked rooves, and stone carvings reminded me of the old days. I often waited for Him here.

I don't know how long I waited. It didn't matter; it was just me and the stars, as far as I could tell. But when He arrived, a great peace calmed my fears.

"You know why I am here, Beloved."

I smiled. "Of course. What is needed of me this time?"

He sighed. "I wish it would be as simple as just 'the usual', but I'm afraid that this time... this time I'm not even sure. Nothing is ever set in stone, even for me. The other side is gathering and preparing for something, and they seem to be ready to use all availible strength."

"What about the Neutrals?"

"Why don't you ask them? I think that's about all that we can do now, is find all of ours and persuade as many of the neutrals as possible."

I laughed. "That's easier said that done, and You know it."

"Of course, but you know that you're the best person for the job."

I sighed. "When and where do you want for me to start?"

"Right now. Don't you know that nice young man over there?"

Then He was gone, and I turned just in time to catch a glimpse of trailing black leather dissapear around the corner of the near-by intersection. I sent out a thought, trying to identify who it was, though I all ready knew. Who ever it was blocked my thought, but the mental shield was recognizable. Koger was in town, and he had let me see him.

"Oooh, you sneaky little son of a bitch, you want to play games, huh?" I muttered as I pushed off the roof and took wing. "Fine, but you're playing by my rules this time, ass-hat."

I was catching up to him too easily; he could move faster than I could and he knew it. I had no idea what he wanted, but I was willing to take his bait in order to find out. In a burst of speed I shot to street level, overtook him, and can to a sudden hault directly in his path. He stopped as easily and as gracefully as I had, and the grin he threw me was maddening.

"All right, what the hell do you want this time. Don't even think about bullshootting me, blondie, you still owe me from the last time you were in town." Why the hell does he irritate me so? And why does he enjoy it? At least he's only mildly irritating compared to Malik... not to mention that he's not unpleasant to look at...

He laughed, which only irked me more. "Did someone wake up on the wrong side of the coffin this evening?"

"No, but seeing your smartass face makes that seem like a lovely alternative!" I spat. Of all the immortals that I had to cross paths with tonight... I sighed. "Look, sorry for being bitchy, but I don't like being spied on."

"I wasn't spying; I was just listening," he replied innocently.

"You think you're just so funny, don't you?" I asked, glaring at him.
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Gotta run; have fun everybody! I'll try to get in sometime next week, but I have to find something to do with my little brother first...

[Toxicity]

Name: Illuminia (Ill-oo-men-ee-a)
Age: At least 700, but appears to ben at least her 20's.
Gender: Female
Species: Elven. No, not the short kind that kids rumor to be short, but Lord of the Rings-based. Interbreeding with humans has shortened her ears, though.
Gifts/powers: Being of an earthy nature, she can occasionally control the plants and earth in the area in weak magick. Illuminia also has some knowledge of healing.
Physical Description: Stands at about 5'5", with hazel eyes that seem almost cat-like, deep dark brown hair cascading down to her shoulders, and naturally pale skin seemingly lacking sunlight. Her build is fit and toned, but a curved figure leaves her with something to drag along.
During her time, she is mainly adorned in a deep green shirt similar to here as well as a long black skirt ending with a small row of small silver-colored dot patterns and black slipper-like dress shoes. She also bears the pentacle and the triskelle around her neck.
Personality: Illuminia is a kind-hearted soul underneath the thick shell of shyness and introversion. She hasn't truly moved on from her insults in the past, in which has caused her to occasionally depricate herself down to taking the blame for almost every incident, even those she has no involvement with.
Origin/History: Although born in Catholic England, Illuminia's family kept strong to their traditions. By her parents, she took both paths of Wicca and druidry, making herbal medicines for the villagers and some other forms of healing. But not too long after that, the Black Death ravaged her area, and she couldn't help. They didn't accuse her of it with her magick, but the others believed that maybe she didn't consult Christ for help. Proven guilty without trial, her family was exiled.
Her time outside of the proved Illuminia well. She managed to learn more effective abilities as well as realize who she really was. As modern times came, she adjusted, hiding her works while occasionally living on the "modern clock".
Alliance: Neutral, although leaning towards good. Trying to find her way into a coven, however
Other: None for me.

Optionals- (just for fun)
Descriptive quotes:
"Judgement is unncecessary, but having a good time is. Do as you will, but don't tread on me."
Alias(es): Assistant in a minor daycare center. You can tell she loves the kids by their smiles.

<>Illuminia<>

I sighed deeply, the earthy essence of the lavender incense slowly enveloping the air of my minor apartment. Some modern necessities, yes, but along the shelves were several reminders of the natural blessings that God had given my family. Yes, even though my family was druidic by instinct, we still kept ties with Him.

A presence of darkness flooded into my mind, the feeling of what we would eventually see...war. Not just any old war that we've seen in history, but one many expected to have taken place in Israel. The one that decided if good or evil would control the world, the one many teenagers scoffed off as a tale only "Xtians" believed in.

I, with a lone finger, downed the flame of a couple of candles, realizing what could happen. Fastening the old necklace of mine around my neck, I briskly walked out my door, going down into the city lights. I stayed still of the occasional drugged-up people that still prowled the quiet night, guiding myself with the waning gibbous moon overhead. It lead me towards the old cathedral known as St. Catherine's, a subtle reminder of what the land of England was going through in time being of my birth. Holding my breath for a moment, I quietly lurked in, but the two people present had clearly gotten a glimpse of me.

"And what do you want...?" The young woman asked. I knew she wasn't young chronologically, since she had to be almost a millenia older than I. This was Sorcha, a vampiric witch whose abilities were used in the name of Him.

"Oh, nothing." I responded, sighing deep down with relief. "I was just, you know, in the area..."

[Heald]

Name: Legion
Age: 5000 approx
Gender: Male
Species: Demon
Gifts/powers: He is immortal, though not indestructible. He can be 'killed', as in, incapacitated, but through his dark magic he always reassembles, although this can take hours or days or even years after his 'death', depending on the wound. This is because he has infinite souls, but are all centralised in one body. In this way, he can possess weak-minded individuals, such as humans and animals. Anyone he possesses obtains heightened strength, agility, resistance and senses, as well as being able to sense unworldly beings (although not detect). The longer he remains in an individual, the stronger he grows.
Physical Description: He takes on the form of a human. He is about 6' 6", has long black shoulder-length hair and dark brown eyes. Although he is muscular, he is also quite lanky. He normally dons black boots, black trousers, a black leather waist-coat, black leather gloves and a black trenchcoat.
Personality: Enigmatic. Being as old as he is, he knows much and so he is wise in his decisions. He is incredibly conceited too and holds no regard for anyone else. He holds particular contempt for his fellow demons, including Satan, for he hates having a master. Hence, he does not have a strong negative attitude towards the messengers of God, although he has no qualms about striking them down. In truth, he seeks freedom, but he does it through the only means he knows how: killing.
Origin/History: When Satan was cast out of the heavens, he created his vast army of demons, and from them he picked the elite, the handful of the most powerful demons. Legion was one of them. Legion was originally a pawn of Satan to possess dozens of individuals at a time and lead them into temptation. The Sodomites and the Ninevahns were among those he led down the path of evil. However, when Satan himself could not tempt the Christ, Legion was next on the agenda. Legion had currently possessed a man from Gerasene and had given him unearthly powers. When the Christ exorcised Legion, Legion was freed from Satan's control, and begged the Christ not to send him back to Hades, but the Christ destroyed him. Legion regenerated in Hades, as was his fashion and was changed. He no longer devoutly followed Satan but at the same time obeyed him out of his free will. Over the centuries he has become more self-aware and never zealously carries out his Lord's work. His dream is to one day wrest himself from Satan's grip and be at peace.
Alliance: Evil - General of the Hidden Hand Coven
Other:
Optionals: He carries a huge-ass sword. If you saw this sword you would crap yourself, it is that awesome.
He also sometimes refers to himself as 'We' or 'Us' instead of 'I' or 'me'

Descriptive quotes: "You do not have what we want - now perish!"
"I am Legion, for I am many!"
"We will be free one day, and then we will be I."
Alias(es): Hunter Pearson

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Legion

I sat in a road-side café, thinking, pondering, as I usually did when I wasn't maiming or murdering the name of my master. In my hand was my fork, lazily mixing my mashed potatoes with my gravy. I thought to myself,
Well, look at you Legion. You've seen the circles of Hell, you've ridden a boat down the Styx, you've killed masses and you even fought Jesus himself. Yet, here we are, eating our mashed potato, all by ourselves.
With the fork I scooped up some mashed potato and put it onto my tongue. I swallowed it without thinking of the taste.

Suddenly, a big hairy fist slammed itself down hard on the table. I lazily turned my head to the right and squinted at the rotund human. I glanced at his apparel. A trucker, obviously. I frowned at him inquisitively.
"Yes?" I yawned.
"Yer in ma favorite spot, stranger," he said slowly, pointing at me accusively. My face was nonchalant and I yawned.
"I see."
I then turned back to my mashed potato and took another mouthful. His fist slammed again, this time upsetting my mashed potato all over the table.
"Are you deaf boy! I was born here! On this very table!"
I laughed.
"Really? I'm not surprised."
I looked him in the eye.
"You amuse me."
His eyeballs swelled and his forehead bulged as the veins pulsated.
"Now listen here, boy! I ain't..."
I zoned out and looked at the sheriff, who was having his usual 8am cup of coffee and flirting with the inbred waitress. I had noticed his gun on the way in and decided to possess him. While this creature was talking and spitting at me for sitting in his chair, the sheriff stood up, turned around and aimed his gun. The gunshot silenced the café as this human's corpse fell face first into my mashed potato and my cup of coffee. I stood up, wiped the crumbs and debris off my coat and left two dollars on the table. As I left the café, I looked up at the sun, then put a cigarette in my mouth. I went to light it...

LEGION!

My lighter fell out of my hand and my cigarette fell out of my mouth. I covered my ears, before running into a more secluded location.
"What is it, my Master?"

Come to the city. Now. The plans have developed and I'll need your...talents...to succeed.

I nodded.
"Yes, of course."

The silence of my ringing ears slowly faded away at the hum of the atmosphere was restored. I sighed and mounted my bike. I replaced my cigarette in my mouth, lit it and rode off towards the city.

[Anjana's Halo]

Name: Abyss
Age: Around 100
Gender: Technically none, but he prefers to be considered male.
Species: Demon, a type that has no physical body and thus must reside in a human's soul to interact with the material world. If his human host dies while he's in it, though, he dies too.
Gifts/powers: Various magical abilities, and the power to possess humans (and non-humans, I guess) either partially or fully.
Physical Description: Without a body, he's a formless black shadow with glowing eyes that only the magically gifted can see. He currently possess a man who is failry large, around 30, over 6 feet, short, spikey black hair, a large smirk, and glowing red eyes (the only part of the demon that shows through). He usually wears black clothing and sunglasses to hide his eyes.
Personality: He's very...odd. He can become very nasty and evil, killing with no remorse. But he's also a fan of orange sherbert and cartoons.
Origin/History: Abyss wasn't technically born. Even he doesn't know his true origins. He says he was born from the abyss, and that's where he gets his name. He began to just create general mayhem in human society by possessing people and forcing them to do things. A member of the Hidden Hand Coven discovered his true nature and realized just how powerful such an ally would be. Since he found being good boring, he joined the coven and began to wreck havoc at their direction. The limit to his power is yet to be found, though he doesn't use any big magic unless he deems it necessary.
Alliance: Evil. He's a member of the Hidden Hand Coven
Other: He likes to guess what will happen next in cartoons. He's usually wrong.
Optionals- (just for fun)
Descriptive quotes:
"You're about to discover I didn't get where I am with just my good looks."
"Cheer up. It gets worse."
Alias(es): His name to the human world is Eric Ford, the name of his host.

Abyss
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I stood on the street corner of the busy downtown street. This section of the city was always abuzz, filled with people jostling their way to the next big attraction. I didn't care, or really I did care. The Hidden Hand had sent me out here to look for one of the neutrals to join in our cause. Yes, something big was happening, though I didn't know how big, and now was the time to amass our forces, or so the leaders who took their orders directly from Satan said.

Not that I cared much about Satan. Unlike the other demons, I wasn't born from him. I knew that much. I gave birth to myself. I was a miniture god, if you will. And unlike the humans who turned to his side, I didn't fear him. What was he going to do, throw brimstone at me? I didn't fight for the Hidden Hand becaused I believed in any of their ideals. As long as I could serve up death and destruction, I was happy.
But I wasn't dealing out my favorite dishes tonight. Like I said, I was searching for one of the neutrals.

That one, to be specific. The one with hair black as a raven and dressed in a black shirt and white coat. He had a couple of girls hanging around him, and he was flirting with one of them, the blond of the group. I moved away from my street corner and approached him.

"Excuse me," I said. "I'd like to speak to you in private." The girls giggled a bit and the man looked annoyed.

"Can't you see I'm busy?" He said, taking this opportunity to wrap his arm around the blond. "And I doubt there's anything you can offer me. I'm two millenia old!" The girls giggled again, thinking his words were a joke. "So if you could just go away-"

"I'm hoping I do have something for you, Malik." He stopped short at the name.

"You know me." A statement, not a question. I smiled. He understood now that even though his powers sensed I was human, I was decidedly not. We stared each other down, a feat for him since I was still wearing sunglasses. The girls grew bored with us and walked away. At first I thought that was for the best.

"Oh, you f*cking b*stard! You scared them off! And I thought for sure I could get that girl." He gave a murderous glare, a very literal one. Great, now that he lost those females, he blamed me for his failure to woo them. How diplomatic of me. Why didn't they send someone else to do this? "You have ten seconds to tell me what the hell you wanted to say."

"What if I said the forces of darkness are stirring, and they were willing to give you whatever you desired if you would fight alongside them?"

He cocked his head. He seemed interested now, at least.
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Hope I didn't misuse your character, Mystic Clown.

[sesshomaru]

~~Jalken~~

I was flying through a thick lair of mist when I heard it. The scream. It gave me goosebumps on my goosebumps. I flew down towards the direction of the scream. I saw it was a human girl, obviously an archer by the way she was dressed and her bow lie beside her. She was being attacked by a couple Kuiranz.

Kuiranz are stange creatures. Imangine a rhino. Then make him an anerexic rhino is a humaniod form.Thicken his legs to support his body.Make him 5 feet tall. Paint him dark blue and you got one!

So I swooped down and manipulated the air around me to whirwind them away.

"Are you all right?" I asked?

"Y-y-y-es,"

"Don't be scared,"

"What will I do n-now,"

"My family lives say 35 miles down that way"

"That would take ages to walk"

"Walk? Who would walk when you can fly??"

"But I can't fly!!!"

"I can. Hop on,"

She hopped into my back and I took off full speed towards my familys' house. I heard her gasp from my back. Thats when I realized she wasn't surprised at my speed, but the dragon that I was flying full speed at.

[Mystic_clown]

Name: Malik
Age: 2000
Gender: Male
Species: Fallen Angel
Gifts/powers: His powers include superhuman strength, regeneration, telekenises, controlling the powers of darkness and the ability to sprout cool black angel wings from his back. However, holy objects and holy places cause him searing pain.
Physical Description: Standing at about 5’56’’, Malik has short, raven black hair which partially covers his left eye and gold, piercing eyes. He’s got an average tan and is pretty well built, but not too muscular. He wears a pair of round-rimmed glasses, a black, long sleeved shirt, a white coat which is usually done up, a pair of white pants and black Italian shoes.
Personality: Cocky, arrogant, but a nice guy at times. He’s a bit of a trickster who wont let anything spoil his fun. He’s not such a bad guy if you get on his good side, but piss him off and get ready for a truck-load of pain as he wont hesitate to turn you inside out. Despite his cocky attitude, Malik is quite intelligent and is quite cultured.
Origin/History: Malik, believe it or not, is actually the son of the devil himself. Sensing the great potential of his son, Satan trained him in the forbidden arts, hoping to turn him into a general for his army of evil. However, Malik had other ideas. He didn’t care about the ongoing war between God and his old man and bailed out on his dad when he had the chance. Now the only things that fill Malik’s world are parties, women and the wonderful human drink known as beer! However, knowing the importance of money, Malik occasionally hires himself off to either side to make some cash.
Alliance: neutral, he’ll fight for one side depending on what he’s getting out of it.
Other: He’s got a love-hate relationship with Sorcha (as in, one minute they’re all friendly and such, the next they’re trying to kill eachother)(hope you don't mind). Listens to opera when no one’s around.
Optionals- (just for fun)
Descriptive quotes: You're no badass! You're just dumb! It's not that I'm better, it's that you suck!
Alias(es): Usually hangs around nightclubs is notorious for flirting with any women in sight.

Malik
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"Anything I desire huh?" I asked, cocking my head to one side, "Where have I heard THAT before?" I placed my hand on my chin, pretending to think.
"Oh yes, my dad gave me the same offer one hundred years ago, when he tried to get me back onto his side." I turned to walk away, but my dad's little lacky stopped me.
"Think about it Malik," he said with a stern expression, "You can have anything you want! Money, power, women, everything?" I still wasn't convinced. The last time dad gave me that offer, his plan backfired big time and I had to go into hiding for to decades. I wasn't giong to make the same mistake.

On the other hand, I really needed some cash and it wasn't like the big guy and his angels were exactly knocking down my door with a grand offer. Maybe I should take it.
"I'll think it over," I said, walking away. This time, he didn't follow me. Maybe beause he knew what would happen to him if he did. I planned to give myself a couple of days incase the forces of good needed my help. In the meantime, I needed something to do. I was planning on spending the night with one of those girls, but thanks to my little visitor, they were gone. Suddenly, a women popped into my mind. A certain half witch half vampire who I loved to annoy to know end. Maybe it was time I payed her a little visit.

[Anjana's Halo]

Abyss
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After stopping him the second time, I let Malik go. I've done my task, and despite all the BS I make up about being a minor god, I don't have the power to back that up. Yet. And there was no way I was picking fights with random supernaturals, especially this one. All I knew about him was his name and looks, but he was definitely strong, and far more experienced than me.

I sighed and walked back down the crowded street. I wondered what Malik was going to do now I was gone, and figured he'd find another woman. I wandered down the street and noticed a rather crowded nightclub. Bored, I sauntered in. No one challanged me, and it would have been futile anyway. I go where I please. I wound my way through the crowd, looking for the proper target to have some fun with. I finally found it. A couple of guys who was carrying guns in their jackets. They were probably part of a local gang. That would be good. I sat down and ordered a drink at the bar. I sipped lightly on my White Russian and lowered my glasses. One of the problems with my power to possess is that I need to make eye contact. I'll eliminate that need in the future. I possessed first one, then two, and finally five men, who didn't know it yet, but they were under my control. I set out one overpowering, simple command.

Kill.

Guns were drawn and shots rang out through the club. They had murdered the girls they were dancing with and now turned on the other dancers. I gulped down my Russian and calmly left as the room erupted in chaos. My five puppets would continue to kill until they turned on each other or themselves. Maybe I overdid it a little bit, but it was fun watching the people scream and flee when they realized just how fragile they were. After I stepped through the door, I stopped to read the sign above the door.

"Club Banana," I read. "Good place. I'll have to come again sometime." With a merry tune in my head, I walked off into the night.

[sesshomaru]

~~Ga'Elken~~

I was off minding my own business when a strange creature with a human on it cam racing into me halting right before my face!

"Who approaches?" I hissed?

"Sorry, I'll be on my way!" He blurted out.

"Oh, I don't think so. Cya," A sent a streak of lightning at him and with surprising speed he dodged it.

"Wha...Damn your fast,"

"Thanks now c-,"

I cut him off:"I don't think so,"

I surrounded him with giant vines and thrusted them all at him. He flew quickly to the ground droppesd the person of and flew back up.

" Lets settle this,"I said. I burst a giant blast of fire at him, scorching him in the heat. Then I sprayed him with water. He charged at me, but I quickly dodged.

Then I sent a giant lightning bolt as thick as a tree trunk at him and no matter how fast he was, he was wet so he was struck.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!"

"Heh heh heh,"

Then an arrow flew up from the ground and I used a tiny gust to steer it away. Another arrow flew up and I used a gust to send it back at the weilder. I heard a cry of pain from the ground. Then I brought the other creature to the depths of the sea and flew off in search of prey, for I am starving.

I flew above a city and I saw a person walking away, but my sixth sense told me he was possesed by a demon. And I wouldn't let him posses me. I knew most all demons posses things by looking them in the eyes. So I flew down in human form (still keeping smaller version wings and control over fire) and created a small fire to hover above my eyes so I could see out but he couldn't see in.

[-/Deathborn/-]

Name: Jack Korso
Age: About 20. Ancients live forever, though.
Gender: Male

Species: Ancient: pretty much humans with much more room for brain-power. Distinguishing mark is their obbsession to wear white, and purple eyes(or crismon, or cyan). Their minds can cram nearly infinite information in a small brain. Also purple blood.

Gifts/powers: Can make eyes glow. Talk normal and a synthesized kinda voice. IQ skyrocketed(about 300), and talks a derative of Latin that is the Ancient's native language, which he talks always, he has lost the ability to speak english, but can understand it. Also, since Ancients studied something called "Ascension" which is going to a higher plane of existance, some regain the ability to do so. Jack had that info downloaded with everything else, but he cannot get at it easily.

Physical Description: Perfect health, about 210 lb and looks somwhat muscular and healthy at the same time. At 6' 5'', He's got the signature purple eyes as all Ancients do. Wears a white shawl with an even whiter cape. Golden engravings and markings are all over it, written in a language nothing but an Ancient would be able to read it. Jack's reads as: "From the dark comes the Ascended light...let the Ancients cleanse this world". It is repeated many times over on the shawl, and it's meaning is currently unknown. He wears white (go figure) pants that have the same engraving on them, and boots, with also the same engraving.

Personality: Quiet, doesn't like to speak. He is the esescence of loneliness. The only friends he's had since becoming Ancient are other Ancients. Since they have this distinct absolute hate for anything but Humans and themselves, they usually have this mocking tone to their voice, and it's as scary as anything. Jack is also very...easily irritated.

Origin/History: Born human, Jack was living the normal life, had friends, went to parties, yadda-untill he stumbled upon a man who spoke a derative of Latin- and he had purple eyes, and dressed in all white. Jack couldn't understand a word he said, then the man whammed him into a device on the wall, which grabbed his head. Soon, the knowlage of all Ancients was literly downloaded into his brain. It was too much, and he undergone a change that made his body go into a withdrawal for 6 hours, he went insane, his DNA was being rewriten from the ground up. After those six hours were up, Jack felt different. He had no recollection of his human past. He now somehow instanly knew the man. He had the knowlage of nearly 10 million years of Ancient history downloaded into his now infinite brain. He has met nearly a hundred other Ancients that live secretly in human society. With the plans for Ancient technology in his head, he could make weapons that no human could make without an Ancient.

Alliance: Himself, and other Ancients.

Other: Drinking Ancient blood turns you Ancient, that's how many Ancients came into being the moment is touches your tounge, it starts rewriting your DNA. 30 minutes to 6 hours of flat out withdrawal.

Optionals-
Descriptive quotes: "My mind has no limits."
Alias(es): The Ancient One, Quiantias, anything that refers to "Ancient".
He goes by the name "Ceasar" because Ancients have to do with Ancient Rome and such...before the Dark Ages.

-/Jack Korso/-
Time: Midnight. Location:City.


Jack was in his ship, flying over the city, invisibly, physicly and figuretively. It was built using all Ancient technology. No human-based technology was in it. This ship could be flown with your mind, every system can be activated by thinking about a function.
Or just saying and thinking something like:
"I am flying in a straight line!"
And poof, a screen will pop up showing your current direction and course.

But Jack only needed the tiniest strength of his mind to do anything. Today, when he was flying around, he wanted to have some fun.
He thought: Weapon Systems...and a screen poped up, showing that 4 "drones" were ready to fire. To Ancients, they were common defense. To humans, they were the equivilent to a Quantum Computer. In other words, it was near-impossible to build without Ancient technology to use. They looked like small meteors when fired.
Jack thought:
Target building roof, arm 1 drone. Fire.
A single drone from under the ship proppelled itself at an amazing speed, falling in a deliberate path like a metorite crashing to the earth. Soon enough, the drone hit the roof of a building, the explosion covered the roof and set the building on fire.

Jack didn't care. He loved to kill innocent beings the way he did. But even Ancients have limits to their actions. Jack thought he had enough for the night. He'd been up for 4 hours already in his ship. After flying at top speed away from the city, he came upon his place. To hide his ship, he would "park" it ship visibly with the "wings" closed up. This hiding place was the garage of a mansion that he and 2 other Ancients lived in. They still spoke their language inside, but Jack made a device(put on the back of your neck) that let him and the others speak human english. It either helped or made things worse. They used it only in cities and such. They also wore white sweatshirts in the city to blend in. Ancients have this obsession for white.

This night, some stray human would walk over and "accidently" see the ships.
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[Heald]

Legion

I rode my chopper into the city, lazily dodging at high-speed in between traffic. I was thinking about my favourite songs I've heard in the last twenty or so years I've been on this plane; I had not been to Hell for a while. While I was no stranger to dying, I grow stronger the longer I remain in a body. Each body I inhabit also grows into my perfect form, although I'd have to remain in a body for generations before I attain that. The Gerasene, I could lift titantic weights with him. I could create tremors with my stamp, but the Christ made sure I was dispatched for a few hundred years. This body is beginning to take on my form - the long black hair, the muscles, the growth, the Satanic eyes are only the beginning, the tip of a monstrous iceberg.

My train of thought was disrailed by a huge explosion. I skidded my bike and looked up as a building exploded suddenly and violently. As the debris fell, I kicked my chopper away and braced myself as a tonne of debris landed on me. My outstretched palms provided an ample umbrella. My senses were already telling me there was some power at work here, but looking at the skies, it was too cloudy to tell. I sighed, picked up my chopper and rode on.

As I rode through the city centre, my senses clicked again and I looked around. I saw a body being thrown through a window at some club and I rode over there. Within the vicinity I could detect one of my flock. I parked my ride and stood outside the club. Club Banana. Soon enough, a normal-looking human appeared out of the smoke. Normal except the aura around him that only I could see. I got back on my chopper and followed him until the street he walked into was clear of humans. I rode past him and skidded to a halt. He looked somewhat bemused, but smiled.
"Ah. Legion."
I snarled.
"That's General Legion, runt."
I saw his temper flare briefly, before calming down.
"Abyss. The Master demands my presense. Depending on what he says, I may contact you soon."
I awaited his reply.

[Anjana's Halo]

Abyss
********
"Of course, General Legion," I said with a mock bow. He was not amused, but he didn't show any sort of outward reaction. I had to admit, though, I did have a great deal of respect for Legion, even if I never showed it. His powers were similar to mine, and he had perfect possession to an art form. My little pranks were nothing compared to the stories of his exploits. "By the way, since you're my superior, I'll report that I spoke with Malik."

"And?"

"He said he would think about it. I still have no idea why I was chosen to speak with him. I joined the Hidden Hand to destroy, not be a diplomat."

"I'm still surprised you were chosen to speak with him, seeing who he is." Legion said.

"Who is he, then?"

"You mean they never told you?" Legion asked. I gave him a look. "Well, if the others didn't feel obliged to tell you, neither will we."

"How kind of you, General. I will await your summons once our Lord tells us His will." I turned to leave, though I partially waited to see if he had anything else to say.

[Heald]

Legion

I nodded at him, dismissing him. I stepped back onto my chopper and drove off into the night.

I parked in a dark alley and hid my bike behind a dumpster. I walked over to the park and found the entrance to the catacombs. As I walked down the stairs, my senses were overloaded. Others were gathering here too. As I ventured into the darkness, I felt a heavy load come down on my head, knocking me down the stairs in a move lit with red smoke. I turned around and drew my sword. I sniffed into the air and recognised.
"Lust."
A white smile came out of the darkness, then a voluptuous black-haired temptress followed. She was slender and walked extravagantly, her breasts burgeoning. I remained still. She walked forward.
"Legion, so nice to see you after all these years...and you haven't aged a day!"
I frowned.
"What is this, you whore?"
She smiled and was quickly upon me. To weak-minded individuals, she appears as the most beautiful being imaginable, but to me, I was immune to her effects. Well, not exactly, she appeared to me as how my host would see her, but I had no overwhelming desire to mate with her.
"I don't know, but when I heard that you were going to turn up, I cancelled all my dates. Just. For. You."
She turned on her powers full blast and she held my sword in one hand, leant over to me and met my lips with a kiss like no other. Briefly, I succumbed, but I broke her spell and drew back.
"Stay away, wench!"
She cackled. I sensed another being coming forward. Several quarters came shooting out of the darkness and a slender man wearing a black and blue suit, with black slicked-back hair approached us.
"Avarice."
I then pondered. What were two of the Deadlies doing here? This couldn't be that important...?
"I'm with her. Haven't you heard? We're engaged."
"You bastard!"
Lust cackled even more.
"But Legion, you told me that's why you remained in this disgusting realm, that's why you never returned to Hell. You couldn't stand her ugly face. I can't believe that for a second, considering her...gift."
I bit my tongue. That was a reason for my long excursion but not the reason.
"Silence. Very well, I have no idea why I'm here, these humans are greedy enough. We've been in Las Vegas; I was drunk off the greediness."
I looked at him as he smiled and vanished into black smoke.

ARE YOU QUITE DONE YET?

I nearly jumped out of my host, before turning around and seeing the astral-projection of the Lord's face. I knelt on one knee.
"Our Lord."
LEGION. This city is rife with sin and vice. Their souls are mine for the taking. Lust has been operating here and has been particularly prevalent in ensuring that sin runs through the veins of this city. A summoning is due, for I have sensed and I predict that our nemesis has also sensed the imminent. A storm is brewing, one that will test every realm. With this summoning we shall control the physical plane.

I looked up.
"What is our role in this?"

Harvest souls. Gather acolytes. Bring them here. You should have no problem doing this in a week so I'm giving you five days.

"Thank you Lord, We will not fail thee."

The image fizzled out and I rose. Lust cackled.
"You are such a wuss, no wonder he pushes you around!"
"He is Satan. You can't exactly deny him."
She cackled and turned away.
"You're just a weakling."
She disappeared into the darkness and out of my senses.

Sighing, I returned to the top. It is time to gather my forces. His forces. Our forces.

[Drusilla]

sesshomaru, I'm going to have to ask that you use the same format for posting as everyone else; please repost your character signups. Nothing personal, I'm just kinda picky about all that.


-Sorcha-

Ok, step back, take a deep breath... why am I so bitchy today? I sighed. "Illuminia, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap. I was actually hoping to talk to you later; do you mind if I stop by your place before sunrise? Tonight is critical, and it doesn't seem to be long enough for everything that I have to do."

"Uh, OK, I guess. Do you-"

"I know where you live. Oh," I laughed. "That didn't come out quite right. Sorry. But I'll try to make it quick. I wouldn't bother you, but it's really important. I'm sure that you've sensed it."

Koger coughed, irritated at being interrupted. Illuminia started, apparently noticing him for the first time.

She nodded to me. "I'll see you in the morning, then," and continued walking down the street.

This is going to be a long night... but not long enough...

Sorcha, hire him I jumped slightly, my eyes widening. I was rarely contacted like this, and it caught me off guard.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Koger asked disdainfully.

What? Hire him? What for?

Until you gather your coven, you're a very tempting target. There are too many demons of power converging on your area; hire him for protection.

With what?

Anything, don't worry, I'll take care of it. Just hire him.

If you insist...

I snapped back to reality. Koger was staring at me as if I'd had a fit. I blinked a few times.

"Sorry... I seem to be saying that a lot today. Are you, uh, employed currently?"

Koger raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"I need someone to act as a bodyguard, apparently."

"You know my policy on price, yes?"

"Of course. Name your price, I'll meet it or better. If someone else tries to buy you out, I'll better their price. Anything, just name it."

A spark lit up in his eyes. "Now you're talking my language. How much do you have to work with?"

"As much as needed. Millions in currency, if you like. If something else is more to your taste for payment, all you need to do is ask. I'm willing to pay ten million up front, and periodic installments after. I just need someone to watch over me during the day and keep tabs on me during the night. Shouldn't be difficult for someone like you. In addition to payment, I'll provide anything else you need; food, shelter, whatever. I've got luxuries at my disposal in our house that would put any celebrity mansion to shame. Anything of mine is yours, as long as you're in my employment. If you change your mind at anytime, which I don't suggest, make sure you do so outside of the house... it can have a mind of it's own."

He was thinking it over. I hope you know what you've gotten me into...

Of course I do. A promise is a promise, beloved.

Promise? Which promise is this? There was no responce.

"Well, if it isn't Miss Badass runner up!"

My anger peaked again. Where the hell were all these people coming from? Why the hell were they coming to me?

"Why Malik, what a pleasant surprise. I should have known that you'd show up sometime; tell me, is there a family reunion going on? Your father certianly seems to be busy."

Malik walked up behind me and put his arm around my shoulder. I rolled my eyes. "Isn't he usually? And, you know, I really couldn't care less. He's got his little goons running about, talking about some little skirmish coming up, and they've asked me if I'd side with them. Told them I'd think about it, but I must say that I'd like to hear if the Big Man upstairs has anything he'd like to say."

I looked at him and fluttered my eyes. "Wouldn't you help us poor, helpless little creatures of good out of the kindness of your heart? But seriously, if you've got question's for Him, you ask, not me. I'm not your errand girl. Besides, what could we offer you that... hmmm..." An idea sprung into my mind. "OK, I'll talk to Him; maybe there is something that we can do for you after all."

"Like...?"

"Like the back-up power to get back at your dear old dad and finally move on. I don't know if it's even possible, but I'll put in a good word for you."

Malik looked at me suspiciously. "Why? Why would you do anything for me?"

I laughed. "Despite your annoying personality, your oversized ego, your womanizing habits, and lack of useful talent, you're an OK guy, considering where you came from."

"Really? Well, I'd have to say that you're not so bad yourself, and you're, shall we say, easy on the eyes. You know, I'm not doing anything tonight..."

"You can't sweet-talk me into your bed, Malik. You've got to try harder than that." I smiled impishly, loving how he tried his best to hide the disapointment in his eyes. "Anyway, why are we still standing here? Why don't the three of us head down to Inferno; it should be open by now. Don't worry, my treat; I'll get you two set up with clearance for the back rooms, as well. Just don't start anything- it's neutral territory, and the front of the club has mortals, as well. I'm sure you can find a bedwarmer there, Malik."
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EDIT: Post 13! *dance* ^_^;

[sesshomaru]

Name:Jalken
Age:19
Gender:Male
Species:Wargoth (I made it up) It is a water/land animal with wings. It has tusks nad is intelligent enough to speak many languages. I looks a bit like a giant blue falcon, but it has gills along with a regular mouth. His beak and four talons are blood red. He has wings with a wingspan of 20 feet. They also have a 6th set of talons are arms hidden under the wing.
Gifts/powers:If underwater can alter the water around him (it's speed,force, and diredtion) and he can do that for the air if he is in the sky.
Physical Description: I generally described what they look like. Now for details. He has a darker blue stripe going down the left side of his back. His talons for arms are bigger that his ones for feet which are about the same size. His right wing is half an inch longer than his left one. His head is decent sized compared to his body but his baek is huge and slightly darker than his talons. His eyes are piercing and hazel.
He has two black stripes going backward on the edges of each wing. His feet talons have four finger while his hands have six. He has a green crest going up from the middle/back of his head. His gills are unnoticable. He wears no clothes exept for light weight armor that covers all of his but his head and talons and a helmet. The armor is pure silver. His tail is long and he has another one hidden underneath which he uses as a rudder to help change direction in the air and underwater. He can walk, but is slow at it. He has a scar on his beak on the top starting a the top left and diagnoly going to the left (a few inches above the tip of his beak). He has a white diamond of fur ( not feathers) on his chest with a small patch of slack fur covering the bottom tip of the diamond. His eyes are fairly small and his crest is thick and wavy like ruffles chips.He a decent weight for his kind.
Personality:He is nice to all unless they threaten him. Then he is very meanacing. He also loves to have fun and is quite funny. He shows no mercy in battle though and he kills all of those who kills those that he knows. He is trustworthy and modest, but not usually cocky. He doesn't get angry that easily and he never lets down a friend in need unless he is stopped by something that is against his will. He is a great companion for he is always eager to take first watch at night. He eats a lot and is usually hungry. But sometimes he eats a bit too much, but he is so reliable that a stomache ache won't stop him from cheering up his friends. He makes friends easily. He sleeps in late alot though and can be grumpy is woken up from a good dream.
Origin/History: Eeek, I never but detailed explanations of history! Well: He was raised from a good family in Sweden and at age 7 became a skilled hunter. He pleased his parent, so he hunted more. At age 11 he found a stone which he touched and it was absorbed into him givind him extreme speed. At age 15 he left home and became a traveler befriending many. He also helped many which they gave him refuge so he has many places he can seek shelter at. He has increased his skills and continues to.
Alliance: Part of the Peace Creater coven.
Other:Will gladly travel with any who he comes across if then are on his side.
Optionals-
Descriptive quotes: "As I fly through the valley, I fear I am to late and they are gone forever..."
"None shall harm them or I shall kill who opposes them."
Alias(es):He helps all he can and teaches his skills to others.

~~

Jalken

~~

"Obviously thst dragon who dueled me didn't know I could breath underwater," Jalken muttered to himself as he awoke and flew out of the freezing cold water to find the human girl. I found her wounded and rushed her to my families house.

"What happened?!" My uncle asked. So I told him. From when I found the girl.

"Heal her and accept her into our family," I said.

"Of course!" He exclaimed.

"Now, if you'll excuse me I gotta go," I said and I rushed out inot the cold air of the night and into the thick lair of fog.

[Crystal Tears]

Name: Illidan Aeden.
Age: 5000 years old. X_X But Still looks young! ( Around 18-20)
Gender: Male..
Species: Psisonic Demon: A Demon figure that has no true physical form, usually remaining invisible to human eyes. It does however, have the distinct ability to become relatively physical, both this requires alot of energy use, and psisonic energy usually goes chaotic in the stages of this ' stasis.' When the stasis is complete however, the Demon will appear to be human, except for this yellow eyes.
Gifts/powers: Psisonic energy is his gift. Capable of causing the seemingly 'unexplainable' to happen. The power is quite deadly, and any human that comes near it seems to burst in flames without reasons. Other times, a house will be torn up, and destroyed. Basicly, a psisonic demon is a poltergiest. Only on a more extreme level.
Physical Description:
Psisonic Form: If you can see him. Hes only 'human' from the waist up. He appears as a hooded figure, wearing a long cloak that mixes in with the static/smoke like bottom he has from the waist down. He also has flares coming out from his body, usually clinging to a lifeform of a structure for support. To humans, this is when they get trully cold and shiver for no reason. The psisonic energy appears to be blue. a bright blue.
Human Form: He appears to look much like the older anakin from Star Wars Episode 3. (Sorry >_< I'm low on originality) He appears to be wearing a black slightly loose tank top, with ever so slightly lose black pants. We wears slighlty shade off black colored cloak that has a large hood that hides most of his face. Around his neck is a barbed wire necklass, and constantly causes him pain, and makes him bleed. He also has a yellow and red eye, showing he's suffered through alot. (Anakin)

Personality: He's very quiet. And if he does talk, hes very sarcastic. He usually obeys his Coven leader, and fallows through with it to every detail. He
does very seldumly show his lighter side, and enjoys life. But 5000 years of torture would cause some personality changes.
Origin/History: He's a very old, and ancient demon. But he wasn't always this way. He once had a nice life, with a family... A wife and children. Who he loved very much, but a cult arose in his village, one that lured him into it. They tempted him with overwhelming power, and the power to stop Death. Unfortnately, they tricked him.
They began to torture him, slowly forcing large amounts of psisonic energy into his frail body. Thats what made his body grow. Slowly at first, but then his body bega to shape itself. Growing muscle, but still looking a little lean, thats when his cells couldn't take it anymore. And his DNA changed.

In a painful exercise, his body became entirely Psisonic energy, it morphed, going to a chaotic stasis that ripped through everyone in the chamber. The Energy clung to the bodies and destroyed them, cracking the stone walls until the entire house came down. Collasping inwards on top of Illidan, but he had already transformed into a demon, the rocks went right through his pure energy body and didn't effect him.
But another sick turn of events happened, his wife has been in the store upstairs, along with his children. They had been killed. And he felt responsible. He tormented himself, to in pain to go to the light, but to afraid to go to the evil. Illidan was stuck.

And he has been for 5000 years.

Alliance: None.
Other: Psisonic Energy cracks mirrors. The only way to trully tell if a invisible demon is around.
Optionals- (just for fun)
Descriptive quotes:
"5000 years of torment and torture... You'ed think I'd be evil by now."
Alias(es): ...

Illidan
~~~~

"MOTHER!!!" the little girls screams pleased Illidan's ears. She tore from her and dashed down the stares, nearly tripping on her own feet. Illidan could only smile at her pain.
He could feel her fear, and he obsorbed it all. Yes, he was quite happy here, in this place. Scaring little children and tearing apart everything they dreamed off.

"A ghost! There's a ghost!"

The mother walked up stares, Illidan watched and fallowed her, slowly stalking up, ready to deliver the final blow to a innocent being.
Thats when he caught his own reflection, the mother screamed, which totally through him off. He lunged, but being in surprise he went through her. Only succeeding in sending a shiver down her spine.

"Mirror! Damn!" Illidan yelped, as one of the blue static energies tried to stabilize on the mirror. He watched as it shattered, breaking into a million peices. "Damn..."

Thats when he sparked, the static energy was focusing on the window, Illidan was confused. It only did that when many supernatural beings were close by. "What the hell?" He said out loud. 'I belong there...' A cruel thought, but none the less true. "I should go... Maybe I'll gain some importance in my life..."

[Samchu]

Name: Garth
Age: 654 but looks mid-20s
Gender: Male
Species: Human/Dragon - it appears that the dark lord will go to any lengths to achieve a powerful ally. Garth is the creation of a human embro that was purposely fused with the DNA of a dragon hatchling in an attempt to breed a strong fighter. The only backfire to this was free will, and Garth greatly enjoys his.
Gifts/powers: Aside from the fact that he ages incredibly slowly due to his dragon DNA Garth also has superhuman strength and can lift 100 times his own body weight (this feat is a little difficult to achieve but he can do it)
Physical Description: Weighing in at 260lbs Garth is a well-built male. He's 6'2" in height with raven black hair and red eyes. He's generally well-toned and has a strong upper body. Against his back, he hides two black scaled wings, the only visible result of his dragon dna. He dresses all in black so that he can blend with the shadows. Garth wears a black cotton vest beneath a thick leather jacket which has two red wings embroided on the back. He wears loose black pants which stop at his boots and seep over the rim. The boots are black but only cover half his shin and tighten via three metal buckles which are spread evenly up the boot. Also wears dark shades that hide his eyes, just because you can't see him doesn't mean he can't see you.
Personality: Garth's a deep guy but one thing he likes is a good time. He feels privilaged to have free will and likes to flaunt it in satan's face when, where and as often as he can. He likes to spend most of his evenings going out and having a good time, mostly drinking and dancing. He has a very inconsistent mindset, you can never be sure what he's thinking or what he'll do, sometimes he'll do something nice and sometimes he'll act heartless. You can never tell. Never starts the fight but you can be sure he'll be the guy who finishes them.
Origin/History: Garth was born to a single parent who died in childbirth and used by the allies of satan in an attempt to create a powerful ally for the dark lord. They assumed he would undoubtedly side with them and trained him as a fighter of the shadows. He learnt to blend in to areas of surrounding darkness and developed his physical ability. Gradually Garth learnt to become deadly in the art of hand-to-hand combat. What they didn't realise was that Garth was using them. Once he had learnt all he could from them, he broke away to form a life of his own. He made sure to do everything he could to flaunt his own existance in satan's face and just for the occasional 'kick', decided that he would do something nice.
Alliance: neutral
Other: none
Optionals-
Descriptive quotes: "From the midst of the shadows I come. My mission? To stick it in satan's face!"
Alias(es): Works as a doorman for the nightclub 'Inferno'. He's the one at the front that no one messes with.


Garth
~~~~

It was a slow night. You get them sometimes, them nights when nothing happens. Let that group in, let that guy out, tell that guy there's no way he's coming in in that top. I mean seriously, how can that guy go out in public in that thing!? I've seen some sights in my time but I tell ya, that was one of the worst I have EVER seen. I shivered, it was that disturbing.

I had found, strangely, that this job suited me quite comfortably. I could level up to any guy that stepped in or out of this club and the red eyes work as a weak form of x-ray vision. Couldn't see through to most figures, a shame on nights like this. But I can find a weapon anywhere on a mortal's body, I could find it anywhere on an immortal's body for that matter but that's besides the point.

"Slow night Garth?"

I turned. "Well if it isn't my favourite raver. Been a while Scorcha." She came here often, she was one of my busiest evenings. Everytime she showed up, I ended up towing out some guy with his balls bashed in. Either that or I had to do some damage myself. I was complaining of course.
I didn't know her all that well, we'd talked briefly. I'd picked up which side she was on pretty quickly and made sure to keep quiet about my background. I liked to avoid that sort of conflict. "You looking to go in with your friends?"

"Yes. We wanna go in the back rooms."

"I'll sort it." I told the second doorman to handle my post. I intended to take my break after this as well. I let Sorcha and the others go ahead. Between you and me, that girl was one fine piece of work and I don't even look at girls that way. I've seen her move and it's certainly something special, but I've seen what she does to guys too so I'll keep my distance.

I led them through to the back rooms. This was for 'special' guests and even included its own bar. I liked it, it was a place where I could take off my jacket and give my wings some room. The mortals would freak if they knew the truth.

"I hope your business goes well. If you need me I'll be at the bar."

"You taking a break Garth?"

"I need the wing room." I gave her a quick wink. "If you feel like dropping the dead weight, you'll know where to find me."

I headed up to the bar and sat down. "Yo Darren, get us a pint of what I like."

[Drusilla]

Right-o, everyone! I'm going to post everything that was posted on the temp server, just to have a record.

*huggles old topic*


Sorry if I mess up on tags...
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Name: Sorcha
Age: c. 1600 years; appears to be in her early 20’s
Gender: Female
Species: Vampire-witch
Gifts/powers: She has the typical powers of a vampire of her age (telekinesis, flight, strength, ect), but she also has control over the traditional elements (earth, wind, fire, and water) and sometimes even the weather, though only over slight things (so far… =-o the suspense builds!)
Physical Description: clicky for piccy; Stands at 5'9", slightly below average wieght; wears red and black PVC corset, miniskirt, and platform boots (I've lost the links... deal with it).
Personality: Party goddess. She loves to have a good time and hates to take things seriously, but when she does you know it’s really serious. Witty, sarcastic, tongue-in-cheek and fiery, not many can face off verbally with her. She truly is the meaning of her name (Sorcha is Gaelic for ‘Intelligent’). She also has a sensitive side that is rarely seen; she wants to love and be loved, but her world doesn’t really allow for her to get close to others in the way that she would like.
Origin/History: Born in Ireland, Sorcha was a Druidic high priestess who traveled Gaul during the early days of the Holy Roman Empire. She was called to a gathering to help with a problem stemming from negative energy; during the ritual, the energy attacked her and nearly killed her when she was saved by the merging of a divine spirit with her own. She doesn’t know what spirit it was, but she has a feeling that it was an important one, since afterwards she practically became God’s general on earth. Not long after her transformation, she fell in love, but the man she fell in love with was destined to die. God has promised that there is someone for her, and that he will come in time.
Alliance: Good (but definitely chaotic); ‘leader’ of the Fallen Souls coven (FYI: I changed the coven name so that it would be more inclusive for guys)
Other: Love-hate relationship with Malik, son of Satan; knows Illuminia from the days of the Black Death
Optionals- (just for fun)
Descriptive quotes: “Though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I fear no evil… cause I’m the baddest motherf***er in the Valley!”
Alias(es): Teaches night classes on mythology at a local college.




Sorcha
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I woke as the sun slipped below the horizon, and I instantly knew that something was wrong. I could feel the tension in the air, and it chilled me. Whatever happened tonight, it would be critically important… and probably disastrous. I knew this feeling. It was the feeling that I'd had many, many times before... always when war is about to break out. I hated war, hated the whole damned business of it, hated seeing my friends suffer, hated seeing innocent lives destroyed. If only I had known what this feeling meant all those centuries ago, I could have prevented one death that nearly destroyed me...

Just the thought of it tore at me. I, who have powers that could have saved him, did nothing and saw the man I loved torn to pieces before my very eyes. I vowed that never again would the Dark One make so much of an advance into my realm. One day, he would pay dearly for everything.

I dressed quickly; this was something that I needed to talk to Him about. I opened the trapdoor to the roof and climbed out, looking out over the twilight-darkened city. People were going about their daily lives, not knowing… If only I could be like them for once. Innocence can be a blessing… though if I didn’t know all that I did, I’d probably wish I knew all that was going on around me. The grass is always greener on the other side…

I stretched my arms to the sky and closed my eyes, pulling my power from deep within me, calling to my wings. I didn’t really need them, but flying without them felt so unnatural that it was disturbing. Calling them was painful as well, but they were so beautiful. I wasn’t really a vain creature, but my wings were something that I actually loved about myself.

Flying was one of my favorite things. I was alone; no one to judge me, no one to look at me like I was some kind of sex object. While I loved to party and be around people, I was so lonely inside. I could only be my wild self so often without having to step back from it all.

I flew to St. Catherine’s cathedral. I didn’t really like the Catholic approach to religion, but the architecture of the older buildings was beautiful. It was also peaceful up here, high above the rest of the city. I wondered why no one had ever seen me up here, but I suppose that most mortals don’t take the time to look around at their world and appreciate what they have. I never really did, at least not as much as I wish that I had, and now everything that I knew is gone.

I don’t know how long I was sitting on the cathedral roof when I felt the presence of Him. Everything that worried me just melted away, and my inner calm returned.

“You took your time,” I said, teasingly.

“I’ve been here all along, beloved, you know that. I’m always with you. You just needed to feel alone for awhile.”

I smiled. “Yes, I suppose so.” I sighed. “Something’s going to happen.”

“Yes, the Dark One is gathering his forces, but something’s different this time. Not even I know what his plan is ultimately, but he’s aiming for war.”

“What do you need for me to do?” I asked.

“You need to gather your coven and try to persuade the neutrals. No doubt the other side is also aiming to get as many of them as possible.”

I nodded and sighed. It was going to be a long night. “Of course… it sounds easy enough, so it’s probably going to be very difficult.”

“If anyone can do this, it’s you, Beloved. Start tonight… in fact, why don’t you start with that nice young man over there? I believe you’ve met briefly before,” and with that, he was gone.

“What? Who?” I turned around, and caught a glimpse of leather. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me…” I muttered, launching myself into the air. I sent out a probing thought, which was blocked… but the block was pretty unique.

I rushed down to street level, going as fast as my wings would carry me, and I was gaining on him. He was playing with me, since he could out run me if he wanted to. I pulled ahead of him and landed right in his path; he stopped as quickly as I had.

“What the hell do you want?!” I spat.

"Who said I wanted anything?" Koger replied.

"You were spying on me! Why?"

"Spying? Heavens no, I wasn't spying; I was merely… observing the moment."

"Do you have to be so irritating?"

"One does what one must. I take it you have reason for desiring my company?"

I growled in frustration. Of all the people who had to show up, it was Koger. Footsteps were coming down the street; I whirled around and saw the elven Illuminia walking towards us.

“What the hell do you want?” I snapped.

“Nothing… I was just walking…” she said, taken aback by my tone.

I sighed. What was wrong with me? “Sorry… I’m in a weird mood tonight. I actually was hoping to see you before dawn; would it be OK for me to swing by your place around 4:30?”

“Uh… sure, I guess,” she said hesitantly.

I smiled. “Thanks, I’ll see you then.”

Illuminia continued to walk down the street, and I turned back to Koger. “What are you looking at?”

“What does it look like I’m looking at?”

Hire him.

What?!

I said hire him. You’re going to be in danger; too many demons are in your area. Hire him to protect you.

What do I pay him with?

Don’t worry about it, give him whatever he wants.

If you insist…

I snapped back to the present; Koger was looking at me like I was having a fit.

“Are you employed at the moment? If not, I have a job for you.”

A glint showed in his eye. “What kind of job are we talking?”

“I need a bodyguard; someone to follow me discretely at night and watch over me during the day while I sleep. I can pay whatever you want; if cash interests you, I can start with ten million up front and periodical installments. If you want something else, then ask.”

I had his attention now. He was considering my offer when yet another of my favorite people showed up; I could almost smell his ego.

“Well, if it isn’t Miss Badass runner-up; looking good tonight, as usual.” Malik sauntered up and put his arm around my shoulder. “No, good isn’t the right word… how about downright sexy?”

I rolled my eyes and sighed. “What are you up to now? Haven’t found the right whore yet for tonight?”

“As a matter of fact, no… One of my father’s little cronies decided to show up with bad timing.”

I laughed. “Awww, poor Malik might not get laid before midnight. What the hell do you want from me?”

He looked me over. “Well, a couple of things might be nice…” I glared at him, and he continued. “But for now I’ll just settle with finding out what you know about this little scuffle that’s coming up.”

“Probably just as little as you do. That’s not really what you want to know, anyway. You want to know what I’m willing to offer you if you side with me.”

“Smart girl; I like a woman with brains.”

“Unfortunately for you, I like a man with brains, and a dick isn’t a substitute. I’ll ask anyway, though, to see if you maybe have a use after all.”

Malik looked at me suspiciously. “Are you serious? Why would you do that?”

“Despite your lack of good qualities, you’re not all that bad… all things considered.”

Malik gave me a look of genuine thanks, a rather rare thing for him.

“You know, if we’re all going to talk business, let’s go somewhere a little more comfortable. Inferno should be open by now; we can talk freely in the back rooms. I know the staff, so we can get in without any problems. Just remember that this will be neutral territory; no fights or any of that.”

I focused, and in a burst of light, my wings were gone. I look a deep breath before leading the way to the double world of Inferno.
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It was good to see Garth again. I'd been scarce lately, keeping to myself and not leaving my mansion very often. Strange dreams that I could never remember, other than a few vague ideas or even just colors, haunted me day and night. The colors baffled me, but I knew that they had to do with who I am, or more accurately, who part of me is. How I became what I am has always been a mystery to me... some kind of dark energy attacked me during a ritual and I was on the verge of death when a divine spirit fused with my own. What spirit or why I have never known, but with the dreams, I know that my enhanced control of the elements is in direct connection with this spirit, and that various hues of blue and green are significant.

Who am I? What am I? I'm not like other vampires; my gifts from my mortal life were enhanced, not changed or lost, and I gained other powers that have never been seen in any other. I am an entirely different species, if you will. I know not what I am, only what I am not. I am not human, not mortal, not natural. By all laws of nature I should not exist, but I do. Nothing has been able to kill me yet... not even heartbreak.

"I have my price."

Jolted out of my train of thought by Koger's voice, it took me a second to figure out what was going on.

"Oh, sorry, I was just... thinking. What's your price?"

"The Spear of Longinus."

I blinked. "The wh-," then I realized what he wanted. "You have got to be shitting me," I said in disbelief.

He flashed me one of those maddeningly sexy grins. "Nope, and I know that you've got it, too."

"I don't have it, per say, but I am it's keeper... that thing is dangerous."

"Well then, give it to me, and you've got your deal." He made it sound so simple...

"What's to stop you from just taking it and going on your happy little way? How will I keep you to your word?"

"Don't you trust me?" he asked in his overly innocent tone.

"Hell fucking no, I wasn't born last century. If you think you can outsmart me like you could anyone else, you don't know who you're dealing with. Look, I'll give you the Spear... under a couple conditions. It won't leave my house until I'm done with your services unless I have a binding on both you and it."

"What's to stop me from just walking out of your house with it?"

Now it was my turn to grin impishly. "Let's say that no one leaves that house if I don't want them to. Not all of it exists in this dimension... unwanted guests can find that they're not in Kansas anymore very easily."

"What?"

"Never mind, its movie quote. All I'm saying is that my house has a mind of its own and can take you places you don't want to be. I don't recommend pushing it, by the way."

"All right then, you've got yourself a deal. I have to admit that I'm slightly eager to see if all of the rumors about that mansion of yours are anywhere near the truth. Does is really contain Eden?"

I laughed. "That's for me to know, and for you to find out. Any questions you have will be answered in time if they can be answered. You're about to take a little trip down the rabbit hole."

Koger smiled. “Sounds fun, I’ve always wanted to visit Wonderland.”

I sighed. It was only midnight, and I was all ready tired. Garth was still on break, I assumed, since I didn't see him in front, so I wandered into the back rooms, Koger following me and looking slightly bored.

"Garth, you have a moment?"

He looked up, and I smiled. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I thought that you might want to know that you may be... approached... by some not-so-friendly old acquaintances."

He looked both startled and suspicious. "Who are you talking about?"

I sat next to him, leaning in so I wouldn't have to raise my voice. "I know about your past. Not a lot, but enough. Trouble's brewing again, and... I would hate to see you forced into anything. You've been through enough all ready. My doors are always open to you, and I promise not to take advantage of you. If you ever need someone to turn to, I'll be there." I grasped his hand, gave it a slight squeeze, and left.

I took a seat in a dark booth across the room and leaned against the wall. I closed my eyes and dozed off until a prickling sensation down the back of my neck woke me. It was four in the morning, and I was being watched. I quickly scanned the room, but saw nothing that caught my eye. Koger was sitting nearby, and when I met his gaze I knew that it wasn't him that I had sensed. Who ever was watching me was doing so with malicious intent, and it only increased my worry. At least I only had about an hour to go until I would be forced into sleep by the rising sun...

I got up and headed for the door, glancing at Koger. He nodded slightly, indicating that he would follow at a distance. So far, so good.

The early morning streets were deserted, and the only sound was of traffic on the larger avenues. I was headed to Illuminia's house, my last stop before dawn. I rang the buzzer at her apartment building.

"Yes?" came her tired voice over the cheap intercom.

"It's me," I whispered. I hadn't seen Koger since I'd left the club, but I could tell that he was nearby. He was certainly the best at what he did.

The door to the stairway buzzed, and I opened it, pulling it shut behind me before I walked up the stairs.

She met me at the doorway. "I'm sorry that it's so early... I don't have much time," I apologized.

"It's OK, I know that there's something urgent going on," Illuminia said.

"There's going to be a war. I don't know much more than that. I just wanted for you to know that I personally would love to have your help with whatever you can. I know that you prefer to work alone... but would you maybe consider joining my coven? So many have gone on out of this world, and I don't even know if any of them are left at all. Please, just think about it; I don't need an answer right away. Just let me know when you feel the time is right."

She seemed a little taken aback. "OK," was all she said.

"Thank you. I'm sorry, but I've got to go if I'm going to make it back before the sunrise..."

"Yes, that's all right. I'll talk to you later."

I hurried back down the steps. The sky was all ready becoming lighter as I left the building and rushed down the street. I would make it... but it would be close.

My perception warned me of danger, but it was too late. It happened so fast that I didn't even see who or what attacked me. I felt like fire had just ripped across my upper chest and neck, and I realized that someone was trying to slit my throat. Blood poured down my body as I crumpled to the ground, gasping from the pain, and the ringing in my ears all but drowned out the sounds of nearby combat.

I lost all perception of time. I knew that I was lying in a pool of my own blood… powerful immortal blood that was draining from my body rapidly. Then strong arms were gathering me from the pavement, and we were moving so fast it felt like flying.

"The door... will open... up the stairs..." I mumbled.

"Shut up," was the sharp reply.

I could feel the first rays of sunlight spreading across the sky, and the pain shot through my body as I tried to hold on to consciousness. Then, the cool shelter of my house relieved the burning of the sun. My body felt numb, and I began to feel as if I were detached from it as a tingling sensation spread up my limbs.

Everything went black.
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[Drusilla]

SAMCHU
Name: Garth
Age: about 2000 years old but only looks about 24
Gender: Male
Species: Dragon/Human (see history)
Gifts/powers: Due to his dragon DNA, Garth has a very unnaturally long lifespan. It also means that his skin is somewhat tougher than an average humans’. He has increased physical strength and also has the ability to fly, thanks to the mutation of two wings. And a weak form of X-Ray vision.
Physical Description: (man i so cant remember this...) He's about 6'2 with a well built appearance which in no way even suggests how strong he really is. His hair is raven black and kept short and untidy. His eyes are a deep red which grant him a weak form of X-Ray vision, very helpful in finding out if anyone's carrying anything. He always dresses in black and wears dark shades to hide his eyes. He wears heavy boots, baggy black pants and a heavy leather jacket to cover his wings.
Personality: He comes off as the cold-shouldered badass but that's just what his job requires him to do, he's an alright guy really. The problem is he doesn't like people to get too close to him, things in his past just make it too dangerous for him to make casual acquaintances with anyone. But he can play the nice guy, he will occasionally do something nice but he never does anything that's particularly mean, just ignorant.
Origin/History: Born from unknown origins, Garth was taken at birth and merged with dragon DNA which forced his mutation. For over a thousand years he was trained to be one of Satan's generals when the time for war came. But there was one problem, Garth still maintained free will. Once he had learned all that could be taught to him, he turned on his teachers and escaped into the outside. He blended into society and started life again, taking any job that would suit his talents and swore that he would never accept his 'purpose'. He made it his mission to avoid Satan and to make sure that he would shove his existence in Satan's face whenever he felt it was a good time to.
Alliance: None
Other: He has a black motorcycle which is his pride and joy
Optionals- (just for fun)
Descriptive quotes: I had one but I can't remember it...ah well you'll have to deal with me not having one
Alias(es): Bouncer at the nightclub 'Inferno'

Garth
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One can always sense when war is coming and I guess that means that to call that night quiet would be unfair because it was never quiet anymore. There was little trouble at the nightclub, I'd broken fewer arms in the past month than I had in the previous weeks and I doubted very much that it was the presence of either myself or my new partner that was the cause. Something was most definitely up.

That night I was lucky enough to welcome Sorcha back, you get to know people in this business and she was always a welcome sight here. She'd asked for admittance into the back rooms for herself and two males whose scents set me at ease but they showed no cause for me to do otherwise so I allowed them in and used their arrival as an excuse to take a much needed break. I was bored and needed a stiff drink.

The back rooms were a part of the nightclub where people like me could be ourselves, there was no denying that finally being able to stretch my wings was a much welcomed relief. I had spoken to Sorcha shortly before she had returned to confer with her party but she came to see me again as I was finishing my third pint of the evening.

"Garth, you have a moment?" I looked up and she gave me a brief smile before continuing, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I thought that you might want to know that you may be... approached... by some not-so-friendly old acquaintances.

I was completely baffled by this, what exactly did she know that I didn't? "Who are you talking about?"

She took the seat next to me and leaned in slightly. The barman raised an eyebrow questioningly and I gave him a sharp look to tell him to butt out just as Sorcha began to speak. "I know about your past. Not a lot, but enough. Trouble's brewing again, and... I would hate to see you forced into anything. You've been through enough all ready. My doors are always open to you, and I promise not to take advantage of you. If you ever need someone to turn to, I'll be there." She squeezed my hand slightly and left, leaving me with several questions floating around.

How had she known about my past? I had gone out of my way to make sure nobody knew anything about it, to make sure that nothing ever came of it. If she knew, who else did? I frowned slightly in thought, I had a feeling that things were going to take a significantly rapid turn for the worst and I did not care for it one bit. I finished my pint and headed into storage, I also helped out with a bit of delivery work here in the back rooms, I was sure my new partner could handle outside.

I finished up just as Sorcha was taking her leave. I didn't get a chance to say goodbye but given the time it probably would have been fatal if I had done so. I returned to my post outside and my partner seemed to be kind of fed up with the situation, he was only human.

"Did I miss anything?" I asked.

"Not at all, it's been dead all evening. I've only had to let five parties inside and show one person through to the back rooms."

To him the back rooms were like a VIP section but he didn't have the clearance to allow people through there. He could have let any type of character through! "You idiot! You know you're not allowed to let anyone through!"

"I'm sorry. You weren't here."

I sensed instantly that something was up and turned just in time to see a dark figure zip past the gap in two of the buildings opposite us. I left my post and perused. I didn't know what the hell I was doing, only that I had to stop whoever that was from whatever they wanted to do. But I was too late. I caught him dragging himself to his feet, clearly on the brink of death just as the one who had been with Sorcha at the nightclub took off with her at lightning speed. I assumed he'd been the one that had done the damage. I turned to my victim.

"You got some explaining to do buddy." I said sternly, snatching the knife away.

I had him pinned against the wall, my hand grasping his throat tightly as he struggled. "let go..."

My grip tightened. "You tell me what I want to know and maybe I will."

"She was recruiting forces, she had to be stopped...she was getting too close..."

"Too close to what?" I lifted him and his feet kicked wildly in the air.

"To you," he choked. "What reason do you have to ignore your purpose...than the one who treats you like an equal."

I took his knife and ran him through. He died instantly and I watched as his body sank slowly to the floor. "You don't know anything about me," I said coldly. "And you can tell that 'leader' of yours the same. I've always been against him and I always will be."

Is that so? You think you can avoid your destiny?

I wheeled around, trying futilely to find the source of the voice. "Destiny is for saps."

There was a laugh. You're so predictable...I have you doing exactly what I want and you can't even realize it. You're a killer and that is all you will ever be. That is how you were made and you are following it perfectly.

"That's bull****!"

Within moments I was surrounded by almost 15 hooded figures. The air was instantly rank with malice.

Survive my minions, then tell me you're not a killer.

They closed in...

[Drusilla]

SANGO
Name: Illuminia
Age: At least 700
Gender: Female
Species: Elven. Somewhat similar to the Hylians of The Legend of Zelda.
Gifts/Powers: Minor control over the plants, and some small knowledge in healing magic. Also has a good knowledge in herbalism. And despite the humanoid look of her ears, her hearing is still excellent.
Physical Description: Around 5'6" with a slightly curved figure and lanky build. Her eyes are a deep hazel, almost cat-like, and her hair is a deep dark brown like the earth. Skin is slightly palen, and her ears, due to some contact with humans, are reduced to that of humans. She normally wears a dark green velvet-like shirt with long sleeves, black skirt with a few silver patterns around the bottom, slipper-like shoes, and a necklace bearing both a pentagram and a triskelle.
Personality: Despite being rather shy, Illuminia is actually kind-hearted and has a deep care for most people and things. Her downside is a slight bit of self-deprecation from incidents in the past, so it is quite hard for her to just let go of those incidents. Normally rather quiet, she is almost always in deep thought over something.
History: Illuminia was born into a family of medicine makers in medieval England. Their bloodlines were quite unknown to the outside world, and despite the long placement of strict Catholicism, they practiced their acts in privacy, while keeping a deep connection to God. Their herbalism was quite a help to those in need, so they were widely accepted in the village. But then the Plague took control, and they were forced to accept that this could not be controlled. The village then came to believe that they did not seek Christ for help, so without any interrogation, they were exiled from their home.
In the countryside, Illuminia and her family continued their practice and kept the deep connection with Him. But around then, she met somebody who she longed a deep friendship with. This was a witch named Sorcha, who they took in for some time as she helped with some acts of preventing spread of the Black Death. Never had Illuminia seen somebody so pure and so beautiful. Once Sorcha had left, she had the want to be somewhat like her. She continued her acts of herbalism and magick, eventually moving towards the city where she hoped to find a first love, and a rebirth in life.
Alliance: Neutral, yet leaning towards good. Has not yet become part of a Coven, but still longs to.
Other: Knows Sorcha from the days of the Plague.
Optionals-
Quotes: "We all have our actions, but mine are not yours. Do as you want, but don't tread on me."
Alias(es): Works for a minor day care center. By the seems of it, the children love her.




OUTLAW JT
Name: Koger
Age: unknown but looks like he's in his 20's.
Gender: male
Species: unknown. Looks human but has well beyond human capabilities
Gifts/powers: Unrivaled speed and agility. Strength beyond human but not quite comparing to vampires or morphed lycanthropes. For 1-3 seconds at a time he can produce an impenetrable shield one inch above his clothing but he can only do so every 20 seconds or so.
Physical Description: 6'3", lean athletic build, short bleach white hair with a blue streak going all the way back from each temple with a red goatee. It is not visible while he is clothed but he has a large and colorful shield shaped tattoo on his back with a lion-like dragon standing on it's hind legs on the right side and a strange tower on the left. He also has a dragon yin/yang tattoo on his right bicep and an 8-ball tattoo on the back of his right hand. Koger wears a skin tight sleeveless black shirt, a red leather v cut vest, stylish red leather pants, and a long black leather trench coat.
Personality: Charming, witty, sarcastic, very playful and a little insane. It is hard for most people to make any sense of what Koger says or does. Wise people know to be cautious of him. Unwise people simply take him as the jester he often plays himself off as.
Origin/History: unknown. What is known is that roughly two decades before one of these wars erupts someone matching Koger's description appears. Less than a decade after each of these wars ends that person seems to vanish from the face of the planet without a trace. No one has ever gotten too close to these individuals but those who have tried also disappeared without a trace. Koger has been taking contracts for both sides for nearly 20 years now but before then there was no sign of him anywhere in the world.
Alliance: Whichever side is paying better at the time.
Other: Is fairly well known in these circles but few know him personally. He almost always has numerous weapons of many kinds hidden on his person that are enchanted to work exceptionally well against some form of supernatural being or other.
Optionals- (just for fun)
Descriptive quotes: “I killed the president of Paraguay with a fork. How have you been?” "Believe me you are already dead. You just don't know it yet."
Alias(es): when the supernatural contracts get slow he works as a freelance assassin in the normal human world. He is known as 'Koger the Blade' in those circles for his infamous use of bladed weapons in his work.


Koger
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It was a new night but everything about it seemed very old to him. Familiar almost, like arriving again in a city you had not visited in so long. It was fresh an exhilarating to revisit old memories like that. War was brewing and Koger could sense it down to his very bones. Not just war though, like so many before it throughout the ages. There were new elements in the mix and his blood tingled with excitement. These were the times he lived for.

"Once again unto the breach," he chirped merrily to himself as he leapt from rooftop to rooftop.

The game was afoot and he knew exactly where he must be. So many pieces to the puzzle had assembled themselves and Koger saw one more piece within his grasp. And to get it he would have to go through the ever so enchanting Sorcha. He truly reveled in the task ahead.

Koger found her exactly where he expected she would be; perched atop a rather ornate gothic church. It was not known to many but he was aware this was a favorite spot of hers for meditation. With her in sight now he need only wait for her consort to make his presence known and the fun would commence.
--------sometime later--------


Koger watched her rest peacefully in the corner. Her chest heaved gently as she slumbered away in the relative safety of the Inferno's back room. She was now under his guard and a wonderful deal it had been to obtain his services. No less than the Lance of Longinus itself was promised to him in exchange. An extremely powerful tool in the right hands, a lethal weapon to even the most blessed of foes in the wrong hands. It was a kingly price indeed.

As the hour waned Koger sat forward in his chair. Something had cast it's gaze inside the room and yet nothing had entered. A powerful being was now watching Sorcha from afar and it did not put him at ease. Normally he could tell whose eyes were watching and right now he could not. Sorcha also felt the gaze as it roused her from her nap.

Without a word she rose and looked about warily. She made for the rear exit and shot a glance at Koger in passing. He merely nodded in return and got up to follow. Once outside she made her way along the street. Koger took to the fire escape and followed behind along the rooftops. He would have a better vantage from there.

They reached Sorcha's last appointment for the night without event. It did not put him at ease, however, as Koger still felt as if something were watching Sorcha. He couldn't place what but it did not feel like someone who wished to invite her out for tea.

Sorcha had just barely closed the door to the apartment building behind her when they arrived. They came on fast and seemingly from out of nowhere. If he had been at street level even he may have not sensed their approach in time.

He counted four of them, creeping into the shadows preparing to strike as soon as someone emerged from the building. Fortunately no one was expecting him to be watching over Sorcha. It was a luxury they wouldn't have a second time.

While Sorcha was inside conducting her business Koger pounced down from the rooftop, producing a curved backhanded dagger in each hand as he fell. He landed on foot and knee nearly dead center between the four demons hiding places. He recognized their stench instantly.

It was a demonic hit squad. They were foul demons just short of a person in size and there features were adorned with numerous claws and sharp protrusions. They were also possessed of the nasty little ability to remain cloaked from almost anyone so long as they remained motionless. It helped that Koger had seen them move into place.

"And I was beginning to worry I wouldn't have anyone to play with tonight!" Koger's voice was cool and coy and his eyes taunted the beasts in the shadows.

"hisssssss........ We were not told sssshe had a guardian. Perhapsssss she does not? Perhapssss we have a better offer mercenary?" one of the demons slithered out of it's hiding place, standing cautiously away from Koger.

"Tsk tsk. We are poorly informed, aren't we? If you had been briefed on me you would know I never abandon a task once I have taken it. Besides, it is not within the power of your master to pay my price," a playful laugh curled from Koger's lips. "I shall enjoy your demise as a token of my appreciation for the offer, however."

Koger's smile was broad and devious. It both charmed and inspired fear all at once. It also sent the four demons into action.

They came at him from four sides and Koger sprang forward, somersaulting over the leader. As he come spiraling down opposite his opponent his daggers slashed across the demons back, spraying a blackish reddish mist. The demon let out a quiet shrieking hiss as it turned to face him.

Three of them charged at him but Koger lost sight of the fourth. They were very fast little demons so he had to be cautious and mindful of the ones attacking him directly. As they charged in Koger weaved in and out of their blows, sliding between their strikes like a snake slithering through a briar.

As one's elbow flew over his ducked head, Koger twisted sideways and jutted his arm out. It cleanly sliced through the neck of the wounded demon releasing a spout of putrid fluid into the air. He slid his other arm to the side and one of the demons jumped back at the sting in it's side.

As quick as these assassins were, Koger was still faster. Satan would have to learn to send someone of importance if he hoped for them to contend against him seriously. Of course, these demons did not have to defeat him. They merely had to delay him till Sorcha opened the apartment building door again. And they did succeed at that.

As Koger's curved daggers splayed a second demons torso, spilling it's fiery entrails onto the street, the door to the apartment building opened. Koger did not have time to shout a word of warning before the fourth hidden demon leapt out, slashing at Sorcha's throat with it's taloned fingers. It raked across her chest, just catching the edge of her throat.

"Damn you insufferable little nuisances!" Koger cursed.

With a swift flip he landed behind the demon he was still engaged with and the point of his dagger plunged into the back of the demons skull. Before the demon's body hit the asphalt Koger was already attacking the final monster. In two swift strokes, one from each dagger, Koger slit the demons throat and sliced it from stem to sternum. He cursed again as he kneeled down to scoop Sorcha up into his arms. He had been careless to let the fourth demon out of his sight long enough for it to go about it's work.

Sorcha mumbled as her blood poured over his clothes. He bound from street to street with lightning speed. Hardly anything would have been capable of seeing them with how fast he was moving. He had little time to get her back to her home and to safety where she would be able to heal.

"Shut up!" he snapped at her as she continued to try and talk.

The first rays of the sun broke upon them as they neared the final few blocks. Fortunately he managed to reach her doorstep before the sun had been on them for more than three seconds. Had it been much longer it might have cause serious damage.

As they entered her home he set her down on the couch. By now she seemed to have completely blacked out. At a lack of what else to use Koger removed his vest and then his shirt. He began tearing his shirt into strips and began bandaging Sorcha with it. When he was satisfied the bleeding was slowed enough for her innate restorative abilities to take over he slouched into a chair next to the couch.

"I see we will have to work on your reflexes tomorrow night," Koger sighed as he slid back in the lavish chair. "And you can replace my shirt."

Koger closed his eyes and let himself relax in the safety of Sorcha's home. No one had yet amassed enough strength to assail her abode. It had upon it the strongest holy enchantments available and only Satan's army at it's strongest could breach such a barrier. For today, at least, it would be safe.



SAMCHU
Garth
I stumbled into my apartment and shut the door behind me before collapsing to the floor in a heap. It was in those moments, as I lay panting on the floor, that I realized just how little control I had over myself. I had done everything I could to prevent myself from killing those things he sent at me, to prove him wrong. I had failed. It was as if something had taken over, like I had been shut out from all control of my being and in that time I had become something else. Something that killed without mercy. Something...that had slaughtered those things without though or reason.

I let my lizard DNA repair the minor damage the battle had caused me, it was nice to have some ability to regenerate myself. I clambered into the nearest armchair and collapsed onto it. I pulled my jacket of slowly and jumped in surprise at what I saw. Solid, black scales had begun to form across the middle of my right arm. I ran to the bathroom to check if this was happening anywhere else but it wasn't.

With a disheartened sigh I retreated back to my living room and stared out at the dawn. "So...it begins. After all the years, now the real struggle between man and beast final emerges and it will be this city upon which one finally overcomes the other..." I took another look at my scaly arm. I knew now what it was he wanted, he wanted to bring out that side of me which was evil and unforgiving. Through fighting and killing, its bloodlust would grow stronger until eventually it consumed me and I lost all sense of being. Lost my free will.

No chance.

I grabbed a bag from my cupboard and began loading it with a few clothes and the odd essential. "If you ever need someone to turn to, I'll be there." Sorcha's words rang in my mind. I had no other place to go to, there was no one else I could turn to at this time. I needed somewhere safe, somewhere where I could defend against his forces before this thing was able to completely consume me.

I returned to my cupboard and removed the fake flooring from it and slowly I removed a dusted wooden book from its location. "This might be needed..." I muttered, tucking it inside my jacket and grabbing my bag.

I was able to hunt down Sorcha's place and enter with no trouble at all. I found her bodyguard resting and so found my way to another room so I wouldn't disturb their rest. I dumped my stuff down and sat before the window. I removed my box from its hiding place and stroked the lid. "You may just be the deciding factor in my fate." I took a deep breath. "But let us hope it does not come to that..."

[Drusilla]

Sorcha
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Darkness. Not the embracing darkness of night, but the smothering darkness of death. I had felt it before, so long ago, in that oaken circle... the feeling of something purely evil trying to drag your very essence into the abyss.

Something that was stronger had me anchored, however. Again, I had the ideas of blue and green... and felt the presence of a being much older than myself. I tried to think, tried to figure out what it was, but there was nothing else. It was definitely stronger, though, than ever before; much stronger. I knew that this was a part of me somehow... this was who I was meant to be.

Slowly, I regained my senses. I was weak, so weak; if not for this other part of me, I wouldn't have been able to wake yet. The pain hit me suddenly, and my body jerked violently as my mental and physical selves reconnected. I gasped in pain; every blood vessel in my body burned from the loss of blood. I struggled to open my eyes and was forced to blink repeatedly before I could really understand what I was seeing.

I was in my house. What had happened to me? I vaguely remembered the attack. How had I gotten here? It came flooding back... the talk with God, going to the club...

Koger. He had saved me. A wave of emotion swept through my mind as I recalled being carried through the streets just as dawn broke. He had saved me...

I was blankly staring at the ceiling when I became aware that he was sitting not two feet away from me, watching. Even then, I was slow to react. I was insanely dazed, and my mind was working at only a fraction of it's normal speed.

I'm alive... he saved me...

Then it hit me. Someone had tried to take me out permanently. There was much more to this situation than met the eye, and the game I was suddenly playing was becoming more dangerous by the minute. Hiring Koger hadn't been a precaution; it had been critically important. I thought I knew all the rules, but they had been changed without my knowing.

Oh, shit, what had I gotten myself into this time?

"If you're quite through staring off into space, it might be nice to know if you're still capable of semi intelligent communication."

I took a deep breath and pulled myself into an upright position. I felt disgustingly dirty and battered, and having my own blood dried to me didn't help. Luckily it didn't take much to clean PVC, so my clothes would be salvaged. I shivered, not so much from being cold as from the strange feelings I was experiencing. I looked at Koger and my heart, which was having difficulties anyway, nearly stopped.

Hot damn... Now that is one very nice piece of man right there... I couldn't help but stare, and luckily for my dignity, I was able to keep it at that.

"Hey, if I wanted to be insulted I would have included that in the agreement, all right? Just because I may not be a match for you physically doesn't mean I can't kick your ass," I shot back, still somewhat groggy.

"Well, if you could do that then you wouldn't need me, now would you?" He was clearly enjoying having the upper hand.

"Whatever," I grumbled and struggled to my feet. I was able to stand, and probably able to walk, but not much else. "Come on, I'll show you where you can stay while you're here... unless you want to sleep in a chair."

Koger shrugged. He was certainly an odd one, all right, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. I had no room to look down on someone for being odd, that was for sure. I was a sixteen hundred year old who wore PVC, leather, and vinyl, had magickal powers and a serious crush on my own bodyguard.

I startled myself so badly with this realization that I lost my balance and nearly fell off of my boots when Koger caught me. I blushed and mumbled an apology, embarrassed not because I couldn’t even walk by myself but because I suddenly found myself in his arms again… and it felt right.

“What now, can’t you even walk? If you need a caretaker it will cost extra, of course.”

No, not this… this is the last thing that I need…

Haven’t I always kept my promises?

A lump rose in my throat, and I straightened myself, pushing Koger away a little more rudely than I meant to. “I’m fine,” I muttered and walked into the stone entryway, where I immediately knew that there was someone else in the house.

“Garth?” I called, looking into one of the other parlors. He looked up from a seat by the window, looking slightly distressed. “What… are you all right?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he replied nonchalantly, but I knew that he wasn’t. It wasn’t my place to pry, however. I tried not to delve too deeply into people’s minds, mostly because I knew I wouldn’t want someone doing that to me. If Garth wanted me to know about something, he would tell me.

“You don’t have to stay down here. I’ve got plenty of room, so if you’d follow me I can get you situated.” I started towards the stairs, but stopped. “Almost forgot, I’d better introduce you two to the house.”

“Introduce us to the house? What the hell does that mean?” Garth asked.

“I’m surprised that you didn’t get lost all ready, but I suppose that since your intent wasn’t malicious she didn’t feel the need to protect me,” I explained. “This house is heavily enchanted to protect many of the world’s most powerful secrets, and I am its keeper. A few hundred years ago, you would have found this house full of people; I am all that is left of my coven. We are the Fallen Souls; not so much fallen from grace, but fallen by choice to help those who need us. We are the coven of the Heavenly Virtues of Charity, Justice, and Compassion. This house has been a safe haven for over five millennia; I only came to be its mistress sixteen hundred years ago. It guards its secrets well, and I’m sure that I only know a small fraction of them. It is a being of its own, and has a nasty habit of dumping strangers in rather dangerous places. Once I introduce you, though, it will let you go where you wish as long as you have no intention to harm me or anyone else under its protection. Please, follow me, this shouldn’t take long.”

I walked past the stairway to a door that led to a long dark passageway. As I opened the door, a faint, pale blue light shimmered in the walls, lighting our way and darkening again as we passed. Garth seemed to be slightly in awe; Koger seemed slightly amused, though this wasn’t unusual and it was hard to tell with him anyway. We reached a point in the hall that looked like any other, and I stopped.

“What now?” Garth asked, puzzled. I smiled gently, but said nothing, and pressed my hand to the wall. A green light glowed within the wall, and a door opened into a huge, almost cavernous room with dark walls.

Light danced in patterns along the walls, and the floor, made of polished obsidian, had a definite design inscribed on it in bright white light. A huge circle, nearly fifty feet in diameter, was in the center of the room, with symbols of many languages around its circumference.

“The Wheel of Fortune,” murmured Koger, showing the slightest hint of surprise.

“Yes,” I replied in barely a whisper. “Yod, heh, vav, heh, or Yahweh. Fire, air, water, and earth; the pentagram represents the same thing, with the four elements and the inclusion of the Spirit.” As I said this, a second design became visible with the first, and a star shone, connecting the parts of the circle that represented the five seats of the guardians. “Phoenix, guardian of fire, ideas, inspiration, and yod, the first step of creation, sits in the northeast; Archangel Gabriel, guardian of water, creativity, emotion, and the first heh, the second step of creation, sits in the northwest; Griffin, guardian of air, possibilities, manifestation, and vav, third step of creation, sits in the southeast; Taurus the winged bull, guardian of earth, effort, production, and the second heh, fourth and final step of creation, sits in the southwest. All are watched over by the Sphinx, guardian of beginnings and endings, of spirit, and of destiny; the all-knowing, omnipresent One that watches over all; my Abba.” I turned to my companions. “If one of you could stand in the southwest and the other in the southeast, please.”

I took my place at the head of the Wheel, at the north. When the other two had moved into position, Koger in the southeast and Garth in the southwest, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It felt so good to be standing here with others, even if they weren’t officially part of the coven.

I began in Aramaic. “Father, I bring these two before You under my care. Give them Your blessing, that they might be able to fulfill their purpose, whatever that may be. I ask for You and Your House to grant them free passage here for as long as they are not a threat to Your messenger.” I opened my eyes and tilted my head back slightly and raised my hands; as I did, all three of us were individually surrounded with blue light that spread from the floor and covered us. Seeing Koger, still without a shirt, in the divine light took my breath away. He seemed completely relaxed and unperturbed, and his expression was one of strength and majesty. The mystery surrounding him deepened, and I felt more drawn to him than ever.

The light died, and the pentagram faded from view. I lowered my hands and felt both weaker and stronger simultaneously; for the moment, my energy was drained, but the use of magick would speed my recovery. “Thank you, Father,” I whispered.

I moved to the door, slightly unsteady, and could sense Koger hovering just behind me in case I faltered again. I opened the door which opened into the entryway of the house and closed it after Garth and Koger had followed me; the doorway instantly disappeared.

Garth blinked, and Koger seemed to be having a blast. Garth looked at me inquisitively, and I only smiled and shrugged. There were many things that I couldn’t explain; one of them was the inconsistency of doors and passageways. As long as one knew where they wanted to be or what they wanted to find, the house seemed to take them there.

“Now, gentlemen, please follow me and I’ll show you to where the bedrooms usually are,” I said with a grin. “Sometimes they’re not there, so let’s hope that it won’t take us too long to find them.”

Luckily for me I was able to find the bedrooms without too much difficulty. I usually didn’t bother coming through this part of the house to get to my room, since I almost always entered through the roof. I would show Garth the roof entrance, since he would be able to use it. I probably should show Koger as well, since he seemed to be full of surprises; one never knew what he was going to do next.

“There are many bedrooms in this hall, each with it’s own half bath. Choose whichever you like. As far as bathing goes, there is an underground bathhouse. It’s very nice, but doesn’t offer much in terms of privacy, I’m afraid. If you return to the entrance hall, there will be a door behind the main stair which opens to the stairway leading down. There is also a passageway over here,” I motioned to a door just off the bedroom hall. “Don’t worry about getting lost, I do it all the time. If you need me, just call; I’ll hear you, no matter where you are. Oh, and before I forget, let me show you my usual way in and out.” I walked down the long corridor, Garth peering into the open doorways of various bedrooms along the way. Each had it’s own style, usually depending on the tastes of the previous occupant. I walked slowly so that he could take his time; he chose a room about halfway down the hall, and put his belongings down before catching up with Koger and I.

Koger hadn’t even bothered to look in any of the rooms, which made me curious. I glanced at him.

“And your room would be…?”

“Mine is the door at the end of the hallway. Why?”

"Hmmmm... so many answers to that question," he replied mysteriously with a wicked charming smile that made my heart flutter. "I think I shall stay in the adjoining room. Just in case the need for my services should arise suddenly, of course."

The lump was rising in my throat again, and I felt rather lightheaded. Stop that, he’s just doing his job… I told myself.

“Of course,” I responded, trying to sound detached but not really succeeding. Garth rejoined us and I started down the hallway with the other two behind me.

He is a strange one… and he’s more than meets the eye. My gut tells me that he’s dangerous, but that he won’t hurt me. Still, I should be wary; I don’t know what cards he’s holding, and it’s too early in the game to take risks… if only I didn’t want to take some of those risks…

We reached my room and I opened the door. Garth whistled at the opulence of the giant four-poster bed with rich red velvet curtains, the deep red carpet, ornate dressers, and ancient sculpture that decorated the room.

“Partial to red, are we?” Koger asked, taking it all in.

“Just a bit,” I joked.

I took my boots off and set them in the closet, and Garth and Koger got their first view of how tall I really was. With the boots, I was well over six feet tall, but I was actually only five-foot nine, which was very tall considering the time period in which I was born.

I pointed to the trapdoor in the ceiling. “That goes to the roof. If you ever need a way to get in or out other than the front door, this is the one to use. Don’t worry about disturbing me or invading my privacy; if it doesn’t bother you, then it doesn’t bother me.”

Garth nodded, and Koger’s eyes gleamed mischievously. I had a feeling that he was going to use my words against me, but at this point I didn’t really care.

“If you two would excuse me, I think that I need a little quiet time, unless there’s anything that you need. Oh, there’s always food in the kitchen; it’s not something that I think about, sorry. The kitchen is next to the dining room, which is just off the entry hall. Anything else?”

Koger cleared his throat. “My shirt?”

“Oh, yes, there should be plenty of clothing in your room. I’m sorry that you had to tear yours; just help yourself to anything that you find.”

They turned to leave, and Koger gave me one last grin before closing the door. I sighed and turned to my closet to pick out new clothes, choosing a simple white gown. I moved to the door and listened; there was no sound in the hall. I opened the door, and saw that the doors of both Koger’s and Garth’s rooms were closed. I quietly closed my own door and crept down the hall to avoid drawing attention to myself. I made it to the end of the hall and walked to the stairway that led to the subterranean levels of the house.

I stepped into the bath house and breathed in deeply. It was an underground cavern, modified only slightly. The air was warm and steamy, especially around the water where vapor hung thickly over the surface. Tropical plants grew around the majority of the pool; ferns, hibiscus, and low trees related to palms flourished in the humid air. Light, which came from a mysterious source, was abundant, giving the atmosphere of the room a dreamlike quality and made the mist in the air much more visually heavy. The pool itself was at least one hundred feet in length and varied in width and depth. I walked to the far side of the pool, near one of the waterfalls, and laid out my clean gown, then took off my bloody clothes. I carefully undid the bandages that Koger had made from his shirt and saw the wound was healing well. I gently lay the bandages next to my gown before turning to the pool and sliding into the warm water.

I could almost feel the dirt and blood falling from my body, and the water relaxed my tired muscles. Lazily I slowly swam to my favorite spot, right behind the largest waterfall, where I would be hidden from view by plant foliage. I lay back in the shallow water and let it soak my hair as I stretched myself out on the warm stone bank.

I had been lying there for a little while when I became aware that there was someone else in the room with me. I was startled at first, unsure of what to do. When I was sure that whomever it was had gotten into the pool, I looked up to see who it was. I couldn’t see any individual features from this far away through the mist, but… he had bleached hair.

Koger…

Did he follow me here? Was this coincidence? My heart was pounding in my chest, and for the first time I didn’t know what to do.

If he wants to play, fine. Let’s play!

I focused, calling up the power of water from within me. I slipped beneath the water’s surface without a sound and became nearly invisible. I got closer to him; from the way he seemed to be looking around, it was evident he knew I was here somewhere.

Can’t find what you can’t see…

A slight manipulation and I made the water around his feet cold for a few seconds, just to let him know that I knew he was there. He laughed, glancing about for any sign of where I was, but I wasn’t ready for him to see me quite yet…

[Drusilla]

SANGO

~<>~Illuminia~<>~

I sighed, my limp and tired body slumping into the full-sized bed. I was oddly more exhausted then normal, like this gaining force of darkness was starting to take ahold of my magickal life force. Most of my kind would be able to handle this gaining of a force, yet others would flee to other locations, as the Romans did during the barbaric invasions told of in history. Indeed, Celtic Britain was a bit romanized itself, yet this lasted until the beginning of the "Dark Ages"...with the Angles, Saxons, and Jutes all invading the island centuries before the Vikings. Also around then, the stricter faith in God was placed upon the land. Catholicism did bring back bitter memories...as to the time I was ran out of my first ever home.

Flashback

The year...1350 or so. I was indeed just a young girl then, about the equivalent of a human girl the age of 13 or so. I, unlike most, had taken into my parent's crafte even as a small child, learning from Mother the uses and properties of the herbs. From Father, the ability to control the earthen magick we as Elven folk were blessed with by God. But our knowledge not widely known by the villagers aside from the "medicine making" trade was our deepened loss. And ever since my mother died, giving birth to my brother who we were forced to give up when I was almost 30, my father needed help with his work, so he chose me to help.

I sat at the wooden table, swiftly grinding together a few leaves. This medicine, while in huge demand, was never truly delivered, due to these deaths. While I didn't understand the source of this Black Death just then, all I could remember were 'high fevers, black spotches all over the body. some could even go to bed healthy, but never awaken again. death was clearly bound to come.' Yet I didn't understand how my family had no showings of these symptoms. Especially with how it spread so quickly...

'His protection, and Mother's' I thought with gratitude, hearing a slight knock at the door. Seeing that I was closest, I brushed dust from my quaint green dress of cloth, shyly stepping to the door, and opening it. I saw a man clearly of noble status...his stature strong, and his clothing regal. I recognized his face at the sight of him.

"Oh...Lord Winthrop..." I said, stepping back with clear shock. "What is it that you demand out of us."

"Miss Illuminia," he spoke, his voice carrying. "Please, this is business that is between me and your father." Nodding, I stepped back more as my father approached. He was tall, lean. His eyes a rather deep blue, and his hair a slightly lighter brown than my own. I saw the fear in his eyes as he took my place with Winthrop. The conversation was rather low, which made me hold a hand to my chest with anxiety. After minutes of negative thoughts, he had left, with my father falling to his knees in tears. With sorrow, I walked over to him, and he looked up.

"I'm sorry, dear...we're being...evicted. From the village."

My eyes widened with shock, but I tried to keep my cool with a slight nod. I walked towards my table, tears slowly dripping down my face. It wasn't our fault for this bad luck. Yet I didn't know who or what was to blame. Indeed we wanted them to be given the protection of God and their own ancestors, but such a disease couldn't be stopped just that easily.

End Flashback

Around 1900, Father died peacefully with me at his side. I didn't know when my end would come, but it was just better to cherish the times I had with him and Mother. It made me wonder of my brother, and if he was doing alright wherever he was. I remembered when I chose to finally take up moving to modernized areas about 20 or so years ago. I took up some other jobs, not many really questioning me. I finally settled on helping with young children in a day care center. Satisfying pay for an apartment, yes. The kids did like my name, thinking it was a beautiful one. They also enjoyed my tales of magick and The Creation.

Sighing, I quickly dialed the number to my place of work, calling in today as a sick day. In fact, this was actually the first one in at least a year. A little odd, but I still admired my own commitment to the occupation. I gazed at the early light of the sun through the window, slipping into some more decent clothing for sleeping, a black nightgown of silken touch. Working on the better half of a millenium now, but I still dressed like a modern woman majority of the time aside from rituals. On that notion, I set the alarm for a later time, laying the necklace on the nightstand. A reminder to perform a small task, and try to contact Sorcha again at a better time. With that set aside, I lightly took the dark-colored blankets and fell under, head rested atop a matching pillow. With more final thoughts, I closed my eyes and drifted into a slumber.



OUTLAW JT
WARNING !!!!!! This post contains scenes of a graphic and adult nature. It is not appropriate for children under the age of 16.

Koger
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The house of Eden, home and guardian to the almighty's greatest treasures since the beginning. It was truly a fascinating structure with a unique mind of it's own. For most it would simply lead them where it thought they should be. A person with a strong will, however, could walk any hallway to exactly where they wished to go. It mattered not how secure a room was supposed to be if a strong willed person wished to find it and enter, so long as that person did not harbor any ill intentions.

Koger had no ill intentions this day so the house allowed him to stroll straight to the innermost treasure room of the manor. He was familiar with most of the relics and artifacts inside but only one brought his attention here the second Sorcha let Garth and himself loose upon the grounds. He came seeking the Lance of Longinus itself; the very spear that pierced the side of Christ at his execution upon the cross.

The spear immediately caught his attention as he entered the room. It was suspended in a pillar of pure light, rotating in place. Even from across the room he could feel the power emanating from it. With slight hesitation he approached it. His hand stretched out and traced the shaft of the spear. A wave of cold heat coursed through his body as he touched it.

"Impressive," Koger whispered to himself. "Most impressive. It is truly a shame your full potential has never been truly tested my dear friend. We shall have to speak on that subject once my contract has been fulfilled."

He eyed the spear longingly, like a parent looking upon their child for a fleeting moment during a prolonged seperation. He traced his fingers along the head of the spear and pricked his finger on the tip, quite intentionally. Gingerly he stepped back from the Lance of Longinus and licked the tiny trickle of blood from his finger. His eyes rolled back and he let out a low hum as if he were enjoying a rare delicacy.

"Most impressive indeed! Worth all my efforts ten times over," Koger whispered joyfully as he took one last long glance at the spear that was to be his fee.

As slowly as he had entered the room, he turned and exited with equal haste. Now that he had seen the wonder that had drawn him here he had other matters to attend to. As to whether those matters were of a professional or personal nature he hadn't decided yet. Koger would just see where the mood took him.

Now he was much more leisurely in his pace. He knew precisely where he wished to go within the manor but he walked the long path to get there, rather than encouraging the house to guide him there directly. He would not want to arrive too early, afterall. What fun would there be in arriving before his quarry. No........ he wanted his arrival to be noted discreetly.

Much as he intended he arrived to the bath house after Sorcha had already retreated to a secluded spot of the pool. Koger could not see her but he had an idea of where she might be hiding. His mischievous smile lit up as he slid off his trousers and folded them neatly before setting them near the wall on an outcropping of rock that served as a chair before removing the rest of his attire.

Dressed as god intended, Koger cautiously stepped into the water. Slowly he let himself sink below the layer of mist. Just slowly enough to make sure he would be identified by anyone who might glance in his direction. He very much wanted his presence to be known.

As he waded farther into the water he could sense Sorcha moving near him. He looked about cautiously for her but to no avail. Her magical prowess granted her no small measure of stealth when she was submerged in the elements. He could not see her but he still had a general sense of the direction she was in.

A brush of cold water swirled his feet like a playful squeeze of the hand. Koger could feel the water swish around him and knew he was being toyed with. Sorcha was enjoying herself which left him with some measure of curiosity. He genuinely wanted to see how far this game could play itself out. It was not every day a woman as stunning as Sorcha thought to play with you, afterall.

With sudden quickness Koger pushed off from the bottom of the shallow pool and grabbed Sorcha's wrist. She immediately tried to pull herself free. Koger's grip did not loosen, however, so her vampiric strength easily yanked him through the water towards her. Koger deftly lifted his arm and twisted, twirling her around to grab her from behind, both her arms crossed in front.

Her head turned over her shoulder and her eyes met Koger's. For a moment there was silence as they both stared into each other's soul. Koger grinned deeply and leaned in close to her. His mouth opened slowly and he halted a mere inch from Sorcha's pursed lips.

"Would this be a fringe benefit you neglected to mention when we made our verbal contract?" Koger whispered with his coy playful voice.

"Why you......... Arrogant, pompous..........." Sorcha spun free with quick ease.

As she spun free her arm swung back, sailing neatly through the air formerly occupied by Koger's head. She then swept her leg effortlessly through the water but Koger simply flipped over it. As he landed a wave of water caught him and hurled him up into the air. It held tightly to him and slammed him back into the pool with little restraint.

A second wave swept towards him at great speed but he was prepared this time. This time he dove forward and to the bottom, cutting underneath the bulk of the wave. When he slid back to the surface the wave had passed. He found himself directly in front of Sorcha.

She took another quick swing and Koger caught it. He pulled her forward and twirled, tilting her back in his arms. Without hesitation he bent forward and embraced her lips with his own. It was a hungry, passionate thing that first kiss. Much more so than Koger had anticipated, which left him nearly breathless when he slowly pulled free. He let go with one arm but his other hand slid from her shoulder down her arm till he took her hand and guided it up to place upon it a gentle kiss.

"You are a most worthy woman Sorcha," Koger spoke more genuinely than she had ever heard. His eyes slowly traced from her beautiful face down every curve of her striking form. "Most worthy in every sense of the word. It is a rare thing indeed when I meet a stunning woman who can rival me in wit, intelligence, and ability."

For a long moment Sorcha stared helplessly into Koger's deep and charming eyes. When the moment passed she promptly slapped him and snatched her hand back. She turned and started trudging away from him through the water. It was easily visible that Sorcha was struggling to contain a school girl's laugh. She had only taken five steps when she turned, her face both angry and lustful.

"You've certainly got your own style about things," Sorcha said at a loss.

"Would it be any fun if I didn't?" his grin spread wide as he took steps towards her.

"You really are an arrogant..... " she began but was stopped abruptly as Koger's lips once again embraced her own.

From her lips, Koger's moved down to explore her neck. He nibbled at it playfully as his hands slid down. One gently caressed her heaving bosom while the other slowly slid down to the small of Sorcha's back, tracing her form with his fingers. The two pressed against each other, their legs intertwined, as they sank below the layer of mist.

Below the mist their bodies and spirits came together as one. All of the tension and frustration that had built for ages was released in a massive explosion of sexual energy. Screams of ecstacy echoed the misty bath house as Koger and Sorcha explored every facet of each other's person. The house of Eden spent nearly every daylight hour this day keeping that bath house the most secure and isolated location on Earth!

[Drusilla]

SAMCHU
Garth
~~~~

I stood by the window starting out at the world. I was starting to wonder just why I had come here, what had been the point? It hadn’t exactly changed anything. There was still me and then the rest of the world. Maybe I just felt safer here; I wasn’t on my own exactly so if there was a ‘problem’ then at least someone would be here to make sure things didn’t get too out of hand. I looked down at the box, maybe I should give this to Sorcha, just in case.

I left my room and headed down the corridor to Sorcha’s room. I was a little surprised that Koger didn’t find any of this the least bit curious but he didn’t come out of his room so I did worry. I knocked on the door. “Sorcha, hey you in there? I’ve got something for you.” I opened the door, empty. I frowned, where’d she gotten too? Maybe she’d gone down to the bathhouse, she had mentioned it. Would it be rude to go down there? I’ll leave this with a note, I’ll go in and get out and I won’t look, no way. She can talk to me later but I need to get rid of this.

I found the passageway that led off from the bedroom corridor. “Straight in, straight out, no looking.” I reminded myself, though I wasn’t the sort of guy to look. I made it to the entrance but for some reason I couldn’t get through, there was some sort of invisible barrier blocking my way. I was confused, why wouldn’t it let me in, I didn’t mean any harm.

“Hey look here house; I’m just here to deliver something. Let me through.”

No luck.

I sighed deeply and was about to leave when I heard a noise from the pool. I backtracked slightly and peered inside. I couldn’t believe what I saw and I couldn’t help how stupid I felt because of it.

“Yeah I get it…” I said quietly and retreated back upstairs. “What was I thinking? I mean to even hope that…I’m such a moron! What the hell am I even doing here?” I spread my wings and took off down the corridor, heading straight for Sorcha’s and the trapdoor. As I headed upwards I dropped the box down on the bed. Despite everything she was still the only person I trusted this with.

I flew towards the park and set down on a building overlooking a few of the pathways that criss-crossed through the grass. This is where I often came to think about things and I needed to do a lot of that. I was starting to wish I’d never agreed to leave my apartment…there had been no point in it. Nothing had changed, I was no better off than I had been and at this point I was probably worse off. How I could stay there with that going on? A constant reminder of what everyone else has that I don’t. I was better off living alone.

I sighed. “I’m right back to where I was a year ago…”

I watched the couples walking around the park in the moonlight. It was turning out to be one of those nights when it feels like the whole world’s against you. It probably was; it would make sense wouldn’t it? Heck why not? My life’s miserable because the world is against, sure let’s go with that. I sighed and looked down. “I could just throw myself off this building…but what good will that do. HE won’t let me kill myself, that’s why I’ve had to ask someone else to do it.” I sighed again. “Sometimes I wonder if I should just give up…at least that way I can finally bring an end to it all.”

I sat there for a few hours, not really doing anything but just trying to make some sense of my mess of a life. I didn’t have anything to show for my poor excuse of an existence. I had no family, no real friends…I shouldn’t even exist in this world but I do and everyday I live is cursed because of it. I sighed, “it would be nice, just for once, to be loved by someone…”

That'll never happen.

shut up!

Be realistic. Who would ever give a damn about someone like you?

Sorcha does...

Yeah of course. That's why she was having it off with someone else. You'd only been there five minutes.

Just shut it!

Did she even thank you for your help last night?

That's not fair.

Stop kidding yourself. No one has ever loved you.

That's a lie...

Is it? Name one person who honestly loved you.

I couldn't.

See? Nobody! You have never been loved by any person you have ever had feelings for, not Sorcha and not that bitch of a mother of yours.

SHUT UP!

I was losing control of myself. I could feel it, this other thing taking over, taking control. I couldn't stop it...My head was pounding but it was nothing compared to the pain in my arm. The skin was hardening, formind dark scales across the surface as the muscles expanded rapidly. It was just the one arm, but it was so painful. I glared at the sunset, yet another day had passed by. I was runnign out of control...I needed to get back to the house.

I took off as fast as I could, holding on to what sanity I had left. I needed to get away from the rest of the world, I needed to go where I felt safe, where I could be completely alone. I landed lightly on the roof and reached for the trapdoor. That's when I heard it. I was crushed.

I didn't see this one coming...

Go away...

Don't tell me you're gonna take that. You disappear for an entire day and she doesn't even notice. The one time you really need her and she's too busy taking her clothes off. How many times do you think they did it when you were gone? It has to be at least five...

Stop it!

Well then, what are you going to do about it?

I'm gonna kill them

I pushed off from the roof and dived straight down. I dont know how they managed to move out of the way as I plowed straight through the middle of the bed and into the lower level before coming back up through the floor . I probably looked a state, convered in dust from bursting through that floor and what with my mutated arm but I didn't care about that. I cared about one thing, seeing them dead. Both of them.


BULBASAUR4

Yay! Thanks Dru for letting me join


Name: Helveanirica (come up with your own nick name... she actually has many nicknames from many cultures that still hold her legend true.)
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female/Male??
Species: Creation's Afterbirth
Gifts/powers: Helveanirica's powers are vague and extremely volital. Due to her shifts in form (explained below) her powers vary upon what state she resides in. If calm and within her "Good" state, she can manipulate and wield the divine powers of Angellic origin, commanding some healing and white magick-like energies. Of course in this state she uses her powers mainly for healing and peace than anything. In her "Chaotic Good" state she tends to be moody, losing her healing touch in exchange for command over her triumphant sword, "Majestiva de Varispawn" which is said to be apart of her and absorb those whom it claims and reverts all dead souls to beautiful divine energy. If she turns into her calm "neutral" state, she rarely uses any magicks but tends to be moody and outbursts of both 'good' and 'evil' powers emerge. In her 'calm evil' state, she wields the opposite powers of her 'calm good' state, as goes for her Chaotic Bad state. Except fo rone thing... Chaotic Bad state is extremely volital, and an extreme force to be reckoned with. Things explode... fires start... yeah... no wants bad chaotic self.
Physical Description: Oh boy... alright, Helveanirica's physical self changes depending upon her states (Calm Good, Chaotic Good, Neutral, Calm Bad, Chaotic Bad) She tends to sway from her neutral point very easily, however it is hard to shift her state after she has gone to either the left or right. Thus her appearance does change... but not like popping bubbles or anything. Here are her states: (You might take notice that her gender changes as well.)
Calm Good
Chaotic Good
neutral
Calm Bad
Chaotic Bad

Personality: Oh boy... so much dividing! Well in her Neutral state, she's very moody. Wishy washy... mistrusting... she doesn't like to get involved much unless forced upon or offered a good plea or sacrifice. You need to be cunning or a smooth talker to win her over. She tends to act slightly crazy too. In her 'Good' states, she's very strong, bold and a clear thinker. She's sacrificial and very protective... and probably a very good strong body guard or pillar of strength for anyone who needs it. In a time of lies and cheats, she's as pure as they come in this state. When she goes Chaotic she might be a bit too aggressive... and when she's Calm she might be too passive... but deal with it. In her bad state? She's not a great enemy to have... in fact, she makes life hellish. She's vile, evil, greedy, and very dangerous. She lies and she doesn't tell anything straight... so getting much out of her is useless. It takes a GREAT amount of persuasive power and courage to try to change her from a bad state, to a good or even neutral one.

Origin/History: Helveanirica's history is long and feverish... so a summary is very much so needed. She's called Creation's Afterbirth, but don't let the name fool you. She's probably one of the most hidden secrets earth has to offer. When God created ... well, creation... he made things good and things evil, gave things 'yin and yang' if you will. Earth was created, heaven and hell were created... and all these bad and good energies had little remains of themselves. Now, with everything having a 'little remain' of themself... adds up to quite a lot. This all formed together, and when it had gathered... it grew a mind and gave itself its own 'soul' sort of speak, with out God's control. What was formed? Helveanirica... neither Good nor Bad, but inbetween. Of course as each thing dies and each thing is born... energies are casted away, each to Helveanirica which shifted her side from time to time. Eventually instead of remaining as a blob in the universe with a mind and presense, she/he pushed herself to the earth and took form there. She could take the form of anything... to blend in, but if her presense was requested her suited form would be human-like and match her current state. However, many evils and many goods found out about Helvenirica upon earth, and her moody and unsteady state. So each tried to sway her over... some succeeding. The plagues and one time when the Demon Empire was at it's full in ancient time... Helvenirica was summoned and called upon for aid. For some reason, evil sides were always able to tap into her most evil potential... but yet, never has good been able to tap into her most good potential. Perhaps there is a first time for everything to see what comes out? One time Helvenirica almost destroyed the world because her ultimate potential of evil had been reached... but God stepped forth and summoned a casting to surround and bind her/him. Helvenirica had been used blatently by both sides, and God felt pity for her/him... because he/she DID have a soul and was being taken advantage of (hah, with so much power who could have thought som eone like tha twas easily swayed and taken advantage of?) She was once again hidden by God... but he by no means kept her from being upon Earth, for God finds ways of not directly presenting himself. He just had pity upon her... for she was treated more as an object, then a soul which needs the same things that all souls do but she wasn't ever given. So yeah, that's help shaped her... good or bad. So she's hidden... she could be an animal, a spirit in a 'haunted' house... some where... and legends and myths foretelling where she might be lurk everywhere. Some one cunning must find it...Of course, most legends of Helvenirica and her/his history have been destroyed so that she/he WOULD be forgotten.

Alliance: Neutral Currently
Other: She can speak to animals, but never tells them to fight for her. She tends to be Bisexual as well… for obvious confusing reasons.
Optionals- TAG!!!
Descriptive quotes: Neutral: "What pretty stars do stay in the blanket of the sky? They laugh at me... saying I haven't nothing.. " (Think Drusilla from BtVS.. .in that sing song voice! Mwhaha... )
Calm Good: " You poor thing... I'd like to heal you now, so you won't suffer... such sweet innocent beauty."
Chaotic Good: " I should destroy it now, before it casts its vile wicked claws upon all things!"
Calm Bad: " I know I know... all things are just f***ed up. I like it that way."
Chaotic Bad: " ..... diiiie... now..."
Alias(es): None currently.

Helvenirica
Current: Neutral/Male/Demonic Shadow Wolf Form

Whispers in the forest…
Whispers in the wind…
Whispers within the earth…
Whispers within the water…
Whispers in the fire…
Whispers in the dark…
Whispers within the light…
Whispers… BEGONE

Helvenirica’s glazed eye opened slightly, only to close once more to return to the welcomed darkness of a shut lid. However, more whispers seemed to churn about his current state and plague upon his dancing mind. Grudgingly slowly his golden-hued eye opened once more, but only for an instance did the gold remain. After a mere second of meeting the air about him, the gold faded in a quick haze and dashed into a brilliant blazing fire-red color. Withdrawing a breath, slowly the dark, shadow-like figure rose upon all four limbs. Flickering his gaze about… a swish of his tail seemed to chase the voices away. Recently voices had been dancing in his head… voices from both sides, but none had been directed towards him. Ever since so long ago… they never were directed upon him anymore, because he was forgotten. It had been ages since any voice had risen to him… or thought of him, and it had been longer since any being had approached him and vocally sung for him.
The odd thing though… while he did hear voices from both sides from time to time, dancing in his head to show him the balance of the world… never had they sung like this. They were rising… whispering about coming… about bringing forth the end. Both sides actually, although each was at a different tune about the end. It was rather loud… and while Helvenirica usually tuned out such things- for he was given that ability with concentration – but he actually liked to know which way the world was balanced.
But now… powers rising from both sides made it almost naturally equal. It was rather unnerving… where usually equality amongst things were good, this was not. When such things were equal… wars happened. Helvenirica tried to forget such wars.

Flattening his shadow-like ears, Helvenirica stood strong and yet seemed to be nothing more than a mere standing shadow in the darkness. A wolven form with a hint of transparent shadow… it was the form he had chosen for quite some time. Red-glazed eyes dancing about like poppy wild fires, giving him a crazed and threatening appearance. While his form was solid… it was semi-transparent, allowing to see through to the world around him as well. He was in a designated ‘evil’ form, for shadow wolves were considered demonic and evil, partly because most of them well. Of course, Helvenirica respected the animals for they were almost one in the same, and he knew that there truly was no ‘evil’ or ‘good’ amongst them, just simply persuasion which led them to each side by God or Satan’s tongue. So in this state however… it perhaps seemed that Helvenirica was swaying to the ‘evil’ side, which was in all cases false. Helvenirica chose the form because it was stealthy and generally comfortable to stay in. To have the keen sense of sight, hearing and touch all at his whim along with the swift speed and stealth was key for him. He did no harm in this form, but simply called it upon his immortal life to remain hidden.

Of course, when all have forgotten you… it was easy to hide. Perhaps not the best life, but memories were as true and clear in his mind as one remembers being bitten by a snake a second ago.

Snorting slightly as he slowly forced the voices away from his mind, he withdrew a short and probably unnecessary breath before slowly trotting along the foggy, damp forest. His glowing eyes of red scanning for nothing… just simply out for the peaceful walk which required no effort except a relax state of mind. Perhaps some thing big was coming… no, Helvenirica knew that the battle of the heavens and hells were coming… but he took himself out of such battles a short while ago….
Short of course, being relative to his age.
Of course… habits die hard.

[Drusilla]

-Sorcha-


A dream come true...

No true thoughts were with me; only bliss. The agony of sixteen centuries melted away in a matter of minutes and I felt as if I had been finally awakened.

Time passed; I didn't know how much and didn't really care. All that I knew was that, somehow, my normal biorhythms had been overridden, because I would have been forced into my daytime sleep otherwise. Again, I didn't really care.

After awhile, we rose out of the pool and dressed; Koger gathered me up in his arms and we left the bath. I felt like a goddess, dressed in all white, being carried by her god and lover. Everything about this moment was right. Koger carried me to my room and laid me on the bed before laying beside me. He gathered me close and I closed my eyes; nothing else existed but us. We were two beings from two very different lives living and breathing as one. It was what the concept of man and woman was supposed to be.

Koger gently tilted my head back and I looked into his eyes... and I saw everything that I had ever longed for, though I hadn't really known it. Tears pooled in my eyes as I looked into his; tears of the purest joy imaginable. Koger looked about to speak when I silenced him with a kiss. My left hand reached up to lightly touch the back of his neck; he pulled me even closer to him and his hands ran over my body, sending warm shivers through me. My heart began to race and a slight moan excaped me as my body began to tingle in anticipation.

The room suddenly felt very cold and dark; Koger and I opened our eyes in shock and looked at eachother.

"Move!" I cried, and just in time, as a dark form that eradiated evil crashed through.

It was Garth... or, was it? I couldn't tell at first, but it was. He was different... he was tainted...

Koger moved in between Garth and I. I knew that I should be frightened... but I wasn't.

I was angry. My wings came to me unbidden, and sparks began to fly between my fingers; in a mirror across the room, I could see that my eyes were glowing a brilliant white, and my face was a mask of righteous fury. I rose from the floor where I had fallen without moving a muscle and hovered above the floor, my wings unfurled and stretching from wall to wall with length to spare. My hair flew around my face and billowed as if in a strong wind, electricity sparking from the ends. Outside, a sudden cloud bank had appeared and sharp reports of thunder rang as lightning split the sky.

"GET THEE OUT OF MY HOUSE, SATAN, AND TAKE THINE SERVANT AS WELL!" I roared in voice that I barely recognised as my own. Garth was shot through the hole in the roof like a ball being tossed aside, and I immidiately followed.

Clouds boiled overhead as I hovered over the roof, glaring at Garth, who stared in amazement.

Give it up, angel-wench, you know you can't win in the end!

I laughed; not my usual seductive laugh, but a powerful, confident laugh. "If thou art so sure of thineself, then stop hiding, 'Prince' of Darkness."

Garth stared at me and I was aware of Koger's presence on the roof below, just as the rain began to fall in torrents. My white gown was quickly soaked and my hair clung to my face and body, but I just hovered there, challenging Garth to try me.

"LEAVE ME! THOU TAINTED SOUL, NEVER AGAIN SET FOOT IN THIS SACRED PLACE AND PROFANE IT WITH THINE PRESENCE!" I snarled, waving a hand at Garth and hitting him square in the chest with a burst of holy magick. He cried out; the taint in him was painfully evident to me.

Garth turned and flew away, and it broke my heart to see him go. He had come to me for sanctuary, and I had ultimately sent him away.

The rain slackened and the storm faded into a gentle rain as quickly as it had come, and I remained suspended in the air, watching Garth, tears streaming down my face. I had failed him...

Exhaustion overtook me; I crumpled and fell through the air, saved from the indignity of hitting the roof by Koger's open arms. I looked at him and smiled weakly before fainting for the second time in three days.
-----


SAMCHU
Garth
~~~~

I retreated from battle only to collapse on a building some short miles away, that last attack had done more damage than either of us had realised. I didn't yet have the strength to repel witch's magic but I doubted that it would be long before I did. I laid back and waited for the damage to heal, that had been greatly unexpected.

I took an hour to calm down, to try and pull together what part of me was still human and thus regain control of my actions. I felt bad about what I'd done, even though no one had been hurt. Come to think of it...what was she doing up at that time? The sun was still up, only partly but still a bit and from that point, they must have been at it for a while. Something was off.

I sighed and looked out over the city. I was myself again but how long would it last this time. I decided it was time to move on again. I didn't know where I'd go, just somewhere far away from where I was now. It would mean going back to Sorcha's...I could try and sneak in like last time but definately not go through the roof.

I took off and headed back for the house. I was hoping I hasd regained enough of my former self to be allowed to enter, of course there was also the possibility that the house itself could be angry at me for my little rampage but it let me in without trouble and I was even able to make it to the bedroom corridor unchallenged. It seemed luck was on my side and I couldn't help but grin slightly. I gazed up at the ceiling for a moment as I walked and when I brought my gaze back down again I found myself almost jumping out of my skin.

"Koger. Hell you scared the crap outta me."

"What are you doing here?" he seemed on edge.

"I'm just getting my stuff, then I'm out of here and you'll never see me again."

"You think I'm just gonna let you walk past after what you did?"

"Hey I didn't know what I was doing. I'm sorry okay? Look just let me grab my things and I'll go."

He was determined to be a nuisance it seemed. "I don't think so."

I sighed, it was starting to look as if there was no way of me getting what I wanted. But fortunately, I was in for a bit of luck.

"Let him go Koger." Sorcha was standing there. She seemed different somehow but I couldn't quite put my figner on it, maybe it as her hair...I ducked past the two of them quickly, the memory of how she looked just over an hour ago bore into my brain. I had to get away from this place.

I pulled into my room and started gathering together all my stuff as quickly as I could. I quickly became aware of the presence of someone behind me but I would deal with that last. I crammed everything into my bag and zipped it before tossing it other my shoulder. There was just one last thing to address.

"I found this in my room," said Sorcha. "Do you want it back?"

"Keep it. I'm entrusting you to use it when..." I just couldn't bring myself to say it. Planning your own death isn't that easy to speak about openly.

"I get it."

"I'm trusting you okay? Don't miss or nothing." I adjusted the strap on my bag and headed for the door. The strangest thing was, it wasn't the door that stopped me, it was nothing. I couldn't get out the room. There was a forcefield blocking the door, just like back at the bathhouse. I pounded my fist on it. "What's going on here?"

"I asked the house to convince you to stay." Sorcha explained.

"Yeah well tell it to let me go. I don't want to be here."

"Garth...I'm sorry I let you down before but I'm not gonna make that mistake again. I'm gonna help you."

"By keeping me locked in here? I'm not some kind of animal you can keep in the zoo, I'm a person! You can keep me here!" I pounded on the forcefield.

She and Koger left me then. I would have loved to think that I was just being forgotten about yet again whilst they went off to please themselves but I knew it was for me to calm down. I couldn't help it, I wasn't the sort to take to a prison lightly, especially after spending so much of my earlier years in one.

It was hours before I saw signs of anyone but it was Sorcha who came to see me. She brough some food with her and though I hated to admit it I was starving.

"Garth I need you to tell me something. I need you to tell me why you attacked us."

I gulped suddenly. "I...I don't know...I went out and I just lost it...I can't remember a thing."

"Garth," she knew I was lying and I couldn't keep this act up. Being trapped in this room was really starting to freak me out.

I sighed. "Have you ever really wanted something but you weren't allowed to have it and everyone else seemed to have that thing you want?"

"Yeah."

"That's why. I partly came here because I didn't think you had what I want more than anything but you do. I went out to try and be cool about it but everywhere I looked I saw people who had what I want. That's why I lost it."

Sorcha was quiet for a bit. "And what do you want Garth?"

"I can't tell you that."

Sorcha nodded. "I'm going to help you Garth. I messed up last time but it won't happen again."

I watched her leave down the corridor. With a saddened sigh I gazed down at my arm, I was becoming a monster. "You wanna help me Sorcha?" I knew she couldn't hear me but I said it anyway. "Then kill me."

[Drusilla]

OK everyone, that's all our data from the temp boards. People who didn't post then, deal with it; that's where we are now. Since there hadn't been too much interaction between the characters that posted and those that didn't, it shouldn't be too difficult to jump back in. Just warning you, though- Jump in now or be left behind!

Thanks to everyone who stuck with us on the temp board. I had a hell of a lot of fun, and I'm really going to miss the late late/early chats at 2 AM and such. Hopefully, I'll get a job and be able to buy a new computer and internet for at home. I'm really going to miss you all! My plane leaves today (Saturday the 9th) from Minneapolis, and I should be getting to Houston mid-afternoon. When I get home (late afternoon-early evening), I'll call Outlaw JT to let him know that security didn't arrest me or I wasn't abducted by terrorists or anything.

So, with all that in mind... my final Sorcha post for awhile. :'(


-Sorcha-

"I can't tell you that..."

The words echoed through my head and haunted me. What was happening to everyone? What was happening to me? I walked into my bedroom; I had magickally repaired the damage caused by Garth with the help of the house's own magick, and everything was in order. I looked in the mirror; only a few hours ago I had seen myself transform into... something else. I had gone outside during daylight hours with no apparent effect. As I studied my reflection, the changes that had taken place were apparent. The roots of my hair were completely grey, and the most change had taken place at the temples. Here, the grey had gone farther... I looked like I was aging. I felt like it too; my strength was greatly reduced, but it was replenishing itself faster than usual.

What was happening to me?

Koger slid into view behind me, and he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Where have you been?" I asked looking up at him over my shoulder.

"Here, there... though I suspect that what you meant was were have I been in the past half hour?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, where have you been for the past half hour?"

"Around," he replied, smiling and kissing me quickly.

I couldn't help but smile as well, tired as I was. "Oh, I almost forgot... I have something that I wanted to show you." I said, grasping his hand and pulling him along behind me. "Don't worry about what it is, either." I made my way to the entry way of the house, to the door that led to the Wheel. I opened it, and was met by the same seemingly endless hallway with strange walls. I closed the door after Koger and walked a few feet ahead.

"Stand back, please, I need total concentration." I cautioned. What I was about to do could be extremely dangerous, even for me. While I usually didn't bother with spacial magick, this was one area that I couldn't avoid it.

I brought my hands together, palms facing eachother, in front of me, and began a slow, quiet chant. Lights began to dance in the hallway and my own form began to glow. I raised my voice and shifted from a chant to song, steadily growing louder. My voice fell and rose in time, and the walls of the hallway seemed to vibrate in responce, and began to shift outwards. Light shadows of my wings stretched out and seemed to push the walls away as our surroundings grew brighter and brighter. My voice soared, and the light became blinding as I lifted my hands into the air.

And it all stopped. I opened my eyes and turned around to look at Koger.

"Welcome," I whispered, "to the Garden of Eden."

We were no longer indoors, but in a huge forest where birds of every color flew between the branches and sang their songs that mortals had not heard for thousands of years. Moonlight filtered through the trees and reflected off of a nearby rock pool that lay at the foot of a huge waterfall. The sounds of rushing water, wind in the trees, and creatures that had not walked the earth since the beginning of man swirled around us like a distant symphony.

I picked up the hem of my gown and, giving Koger a mischevious grin, ran off into the trees without a sound. So our game had begun. There were no rules, no limits, no goals. I pushed off the ground and soared through the air into the treetops and alit on a branch some fifty feet over the ground. Here, I crouched and looked out into the night, eyes wide to catch any slight movement. I heard Koger off in the distance; a slight breath that no one else would have heard since they could not hear what the trees heard. I saw through the eyes of nature where he was, and gave him an illusion of light to bring him closer to me. I ran through the maze of tree branches until I was nearly right above him. I watched in silence, appreciating how he moved with stealth and power.

My eyes glowed faintly in the dark, and I looked about me for some way to catch his attention. I reached above me and snapped off a twig; the faint sound caused Koger to look up and he saw me.

I lept from the branch and sailed through the air to the ground, where I landed lightly and took off running again. Koger was gaining on me quickly; I ran towards the waterfall. When I got to the pool, I kept running along the water's surface, small ripples going out from where my feet lightly disturbed it. I walked out perhaps thirty feet and stopped, looking back at Koger who had stayed on the bank.

I must have looked like something out of a faerietale or legend; my long red hair flowed over my shoulders gently, slightly mussed and my white gown fluttered in the slight breeze. I smiled and looked at Koger, but my reflection caught me off guard. The places where my hair seemed to be streaked grey were faintly luminescent and not grey but a silvery blue. I wrote it off as a trick of the moonlight and looked back to Koger.

Gingerly, he stepped from the shore onto the surface of the water. He hid his thoughts and feelings of the experience well and continued to walk across the surface towards me. I ran to him, and he took me into his arms.

"Who are you, Sorcha?" he murmured.

"If I knew, I would tell you," I replied, holding back tears. I looked up, my eyes glittering in the moonlight, and I choked. "I would tell you..."
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[-/Deathborn/-]

Whoa. What just happened?
Anyway...on with the show.

-/Jack Korso: Ancient/-

Jack often used the term "park" instead of "land" when he..."parked" the ship in the garage or outside. He had a small device about the size of a diomond ring, with a tiny red button on the top. Jack pressed that button, and the ship literly, disapeared. It was there, yes-but not visible.

Since the "blowing of the roof" action lasted only seconds, he wanted to go into the city and hang out for a little while. Since Ancients didn't really need to sleep, he went to the secondary garage where he had a shiny Ferrari (and the other two Ancients had their own, too), which was a blood red, they had them just so they doesn't have to reveal the ships, which would take up three parking spaces, anyway.
Jack didn't need the keys. He installed a no-key system that was activated by touch. And only those with the Ancient DNA code or special gene could turn on the car. And he had both.
When he got in the seat, he put his hand where the key would be inserted and turned- and the car reved to life.
Technology is bliss when you use it right... Jack thought to himself as he drove the car away from the mansion along a very dark and un-traveled road, yet it was paved. It led right into the outskirts of the city. He put on his sun-glasses, which hid his purple eyes. He would simply say to people who asked,
"My eyes were badly damaged and are vulnerable to UV radiation. Simple enough for you?" and move on.
He was easily irriated, in any frustrating situation. He got himself a spot at a local public city garage, and he parked on the very top floor. He was going to go out on the roof and do some stargazing for a while...at least, he thought the night would be calm.
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[Drusilla]

*starts singing "On With the Show"*

Erm... yeah, uh dude... what the hell do spaceships have to do with anything? There are no aliens in this RP... I'm afraid that, should you continue to post sci-fi sorts of things that I'm going to have to ask for you to leave. This is religion/theology/mythology related, and I don't know of any part of the Bible that says anything about spaceships... Unless you ask my ex-boyfriend, but I'm not...

[Mystic_clown]

I have no idea what the heck just happened, but I'll try to jump in.

Malik
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Beer, women, neon lights and ear splitting music. This was what Malik called paradise. He was now sitting at the bar of 'Neon Impact', one of the many nightclubs around the city and Malik's usual haunt.
Who needs power when I've got all this?
He swigged down another beer and called over the bartender.
"Hey Mortis," he called, "another beer over here." Mortis simply nodded and slid a tall cold one in his idrection. Little did people know, Mortis was actually a demon and very few people, Malik included, knew this. At first, Malik used this to blackmail the poor guy into giving him free drinks, but after a couple of weeks, the two got along and Malik let it drop.
"You know what Mortis," he said as he took a gulp of beer, "nothing could spooil this moment." How wrong he was. While enjoying his booze, he failed to notice the one woman he didn't want to see sneak up on him.
"Hey Malik!" Naomi squealed as she wrapped her arms around him, causing the devil spawn to jump. Naomi Yukari had to be the most annoying person he had ever met. She was cheerful, perky and in Malik's opinion, completely insane.
"Hey Yukari," he sighed, turning around. Naomi didn't look that bad. She had fire read heair which neatly reached down to her chin and chestnut brown eyes, behind a pair of small, round rimmed glasses. She was dressed in a magenta tank top and jeans.
"How's it going?" she asked, giving him a smile which she considered friendly, but Malik considered scary.
"not bad," he simply replied before turning back to the bar. Naomi sat down next to him.
"Give me a white wine spritzer please," she asked. Mortis nodded and handed the woman her drink.
"Great music huh?" she asked.
"Yeah," he replied, taking a gulp of beer. Man, even Sorcha wasn't this bad.

Despite what everyone else thought, Malik and Sorcha were actually good friends, despite the fact they try to kill eachother occasionally. Speaking of Sorcha, Malik began to wonder how she was doing. Maybe he should give her a call. Reaching into his coat, he pulled out a cellphone. Luckily, he already had Sorcha's number on it. He brought the phone to his ear as he waited for Sorcha to answer.

yeah, I know, it's not that good. sorry.

[Bulbasaur4]

Helve
Current Form: Demonic Shadow Wolf/M/Neutral

The forest in which Helve was within of course couldn't exactly be called a 'forest'. A jungle perhaps... a valley... in actuality it was more like a large, exotic garden than anything. Not one set plant ruled over the forest, but actually several different plants lived there... some which needed extreme moist and hot temperatures, and others that wanted cold and dry climates. However here they all were... meshing together like a perfect puzzle. The air was not humid, nor was it dry... and it wasn't too hot but it wasn't cool either. It was what one would designate as the 'perfect' temperature. Beautiful streams trickled through the dense jungle-like atmosphere... animals stirred within and all was at peace. It seemed that balance was truely genuine here.

Of course... what would you expect from the Garden of Eden?

Helve knew that was where he was residing in. Any normal being... even most angels, would have difficulty getting into the Garden of Eden because only those who were divine in God's eyes were allowed to even glimpse at it. Of course there were those who were protectors of it... keepers of it's existance, but Helve was obviously not one of those. God however, despite not being the creator of Helve, had favor for him and had allowed Helve privilage of entering any domain that he pleased. Helve had been bothered by the current form of Earth... and in a stricken state of stress he had dashed and hid himself into the depths of Eden. Only God knew of course... for even those with focused eyes would have not seen the shadowy figure of the wolf enter. Of course a transparent state and a neutrality aura which cloaked him helped as well. It was solitude... and Helve was not bothered by anything except for the occasional haunt of thoughts from the light and the dark. He still occasionally immersed himself with the animals, who felt at ease around him despite his appearance. Animals... though considered lesser beings by humans, were very intelligent within their sixth senses. Despite being in a demonic form... they could tell what Helve was, and if not what... then at least they could tell his alignment and content state towards them.

Despite all this though... Helve knew, deep within his mind, that he could not hide in Eden forever. Eventually... like all the other places, he would have to leave again in search of a new place to seek peace in. He just didn't know when....
... but it seemed that it would be this day.

A swirl and a mumur of voices reached Helve's ear swiftly. Twitching it slightly, he jerked his head around and his red-swirled eyes glanced towards the direction in which the voices were. Two of them... one he recognized as Sorcha, not because they knew eachother... no... almost none knew of Helve. Especially those who served God or aligned with him... and Satan's spawn were equally uninformed. The other voice however... while not recognizable, seemed vaguely familiar- as if Helve had come incontact or heard of it before. It was not important at this moment however.
Helve realized they were in Eden... and naturally curious, Helve decided to glance to see if they would be staying here long or not. Padding virtually silently and steadily, he crept through the forest until he was immershed in the shadows of the plants. Glancing at the pair, they seemed to be a dancing couple... like a pair of birds flirting with the wind. An odd yet perfectly mismatched pair... which didn't make sense to Helve but at the same time it did. His presense basically went unnoticed, which perhaps was a good thing.
Seeing a 'seemingly' demon in the Garden of Eden would probably make Sorcha... unhappy and she had a habit of being slightly explosive at times. Helve knew that... he had been around long enough to hear most things reguardless if he wanted to or not. Some thing wasn't right though... and Helve's mind was churning slightly. There was something hidden about... both of them. Some thing that was unseen but yet felt to Helve as if it should be... of course Helve knew one of the secrets, but the other... it felt like Helve should know, but had seemingly forgotten. He had tried to forget so many things...

Helve watched for several minutes, and finally believed that it was time to leave Eden. If Sorcha planned on staying and bringing others in here a lot... it would be a danger and a nuisance to Helve. Helve liked.. peace and quiet...
However, just as Helve was about to turn away... suddenly a shout emitted into the air. Helve instantly stopped, thinking it to be him... but as he jerked his head around, instead he saw a third figure rapidly approaching in the distance. Instantly Helve sensed hostility in the air... and Helve realized that he wouldn't be able to leave Eden until this ordeal was over with. Eden tends to... keep things inside...when hostility breached it's borders. It had happened once before... a long time ago.
So Helve watched and waited.

[Samchu]

OOC: Shulda known you were gonna set me up for this Kalah...Dru, I'm just gonna say right now please don't kill Garth prematurely and I appologise in a advance for all the fun I'm gonna have during this post.

Garth
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Stuck in that room for hours I had a lot of time to reflect back on what had transpired. I had lost myself, a costly mistake and one that I did not intend to make again. I had decided, I could stay a neutral no longer. It was time to choose sides and I was going to make the biggest decision of my life and judging on how it was gonna knock back on me, it could just be the last one I make. I took a deep breath and cleared my mind. "I must be nuts," I said quietly as I got to the feet. "Alright house, you know my plans. I don't mean any harm, show me the way to Sorcha." I rolled my eyes briefly. "Please."

To both my amusement and joy, the barrier preventing my departure from my room dispersed and my path to Sorcha was kindly laid out before me. I figured that she would be the first person I should turn to at this time, she was the only one I trusted to keep me on the right path. At this crucial point in time, though I hated to admit it, I needed her.

The path was longer than I would have liked but it couldn't be helped. It gave me an interesting insight into the house, it was unbelievable how much craziness was locked up in one house. Eventually I reached my destination. I was fully aware that I might have to go through seeing what I had saw not so long ago but at least this time I was prepared. Nothing could shock me now, well almost nothing.

I gaped at the wonder that stood before me. My brain couldn't believe what my eyes were seeing. This was it, I was standing in THE Garden of Eden. I had definately made my first step. A thought crossed my mind and I chuckled slightly, who knew, I could even become a saint. I laughed, no way that'd ever happen. But at least I'd be free. That was something at least.

You think you can be rid of me?

I know I can.

Ha! I give you power most dream of and you think you can just turn all Christian on me.

Too late now. I'm here and I'm not going back.

And you think your other half isn't going to play along with this?

He's not in control. I am.

Really? Let's test that shall we?

There was an imense pain running through my body. I can't describe the unimaginable pain one feels when another soul is trying to force out your own. I fought it with everything I had but my soul was just not strong enough to withstand his, to withstand the soul of the demon that resides within this body. And so, yet again, I lost myself.

I stood up and admired the surroundings. The Garden of Eden, the start of that scum known as humanity. I smirked to myself as yet another stage of transformation was completed. It was good to have my scaled and muscled arms back again. "This is where it stared and this is where it's gonna end."

I had been too weak last time to tap into even a little bit of my powers and Sorcha had been able to dominate our battle. But things were different now and I had access to enough of my power to do what I needed. It was time to show 'God' that this war was coming to him and that his precious creations were first on my hitlist. Starting, with his precious garden.

I could sense Sorcha and that dickhead boyfriend of hers up ahead and I decided that if I was going to do this it would be best to rattle a few cages in the process. So I headed over there. I could sense the presence of another but I disregarded it quickly. It was unimportant at this point.

"Sorcha, Koger, how nice to see you two here." I said smugly.

"Garth? What are you doing here?" she sounded concerned but I could tell she knew I was different.

"Garth? Heh, sorry babe but Garth just checked out. I'm here now and as for what I'm doing..." I looked to the side and shot a ball of fire between the trees. They lit up like roman candles. I shot the two a sideways look, "I'm planning a BBQ and a know a couple of people I'd like to stick on it."

I destroyed a treeline to the left of me and laughed. "Come now Sorcha, what's with the hesitation? You were much quicker to act when it was your sex life I was destroying."

[-/Deathborn/-]

Don't worry- I wasn't exactly focused on using that thing forever.

-/Jack Korso: Ancient/-

Jack really hated when he had to wear black to blend in at bars and the like. He always wanted to wear his white oatmeal sweater in public, but he would be looked at like he had five heads. And the fact he has a shiny-like-new Ferrari no matter how many times he tried to get it dirty would make him seem the more stranger.

So, on top of his normal blistering white clothes, he put on a big, black, leather jacket.
"Why, oh why, oh why?" Jack said to himself.
He also pulled out a modified Barreta sidearm. It shot 18 shots in a clip instead of nine. It still looked like an everyday Barreta. He also had a very small vile of Ancient blood. One drop of this stuff would seep into the skin regardless of what it was composed of, and as soon as it made contact with either DNA or blood, it would start mutating it into Ancient DNA or blood. And one vile is enough for...let's just say alot. About 1,500 humanoids. But rarely was the vile even used.

Jack got out of the car, which was parked on the top floor of a public parking garage. He had a small telescope with him. He went out onto the roof, and set up the telescope, and peered through the hole. And this telescope was kept the way it was, mind you. No Ancient modifications here. It was good enough.

After a couple hours of star-gazing, Jack suddenly felt like something was wrong in the world. He didn't know what, so he shrugged it off. But after 15 minutes, it came back again, worse. Jack just took it as being nervous. He packed up his telescope, put it in his Ferrari, got in, and drove down to the street.
Jack put all the thoughts in his head.
So maybe I'm just a bit nervous, just a little uncertain. But for what? Heck, I don't know if-ah, whatever. Forget it.
He decided to go back to the mansion, get some rest.

When he got back home, he parked his Ferrari in the garage. He took off his leather jacket.
"Thank god..." Jack said.
It was about 12:05am. Midnight. He still felt a little whoozy, after sleeping for two hours. He went back to sleep. He heard a garbled voice in his head, as if it were on an old radio.
"Jack, someone (static) is trying to (staticstatic), I want you to stop (staticstatic)." The voice said.
Jack got up in a shock.
"Ah, it was just a nightmare. I'm irritated too much..." He thought.
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[Drusilla]

*kicks JT*

WAKE UP >:0

*mutters*

OK Sam, you asked for it. Here we go... BAR BRAWL!!!! >
Here's everyone's chance to jump in, too, since we're taking this to the city!

-Sorcha-

The trees... Even as they were being torn apart, I could feel it. Something in my soul didn't just stir as it had been for the past few weeks... it jerked awake and roared. Koger jumped into action, but I stood there...

I felt like I was going to be violently sick.

Black clouds rumbled overhead, and lightning blasted Garth back, and I screamed. I felt like I was being torn to bits; pain was flooding every inch of my body. The pool surface that I had been standing on began to ripple... then massive waves broke out along the surface as the sky was split with lightning. The flames were spreading through the trees... I unleashed a huge amount of energy and rain began to pour down to drench the forest.

Koger had driven Garth out of the Garden back into the house. Both were out of sight by now... neither of them saw what happened to me then.

A scream tore loose from me that echoed in the sky as the winds picked up. I felt like I was dying, the pain was so bad. Rain was pouring down so hard by now that I couldn't see farther than a few feet in front of me; tears of blood ran warm down my face, mixing with the cool water from the torrential downpour.

The pain had only just begun.

It felt like a thousand searing-hot knives tore open my back; I felt the blood gushing down my body as wings that were not my own emerged. My gown was torn and stained red, soaked by rain and blood, barely clinging to me as three pairs of wings unfurled themselves, iridecent and silvery-blue, reaching over thirty feet in length. I couldn't see it, but my hair was changing too; the silver that had started earlier spread from the roots to the ends, darkening into shades of blue and green as the color progressed. I shrieked in pure agony as the transformation continued and the gale around me passed hurricane proportions.

Then it all stopped. Slowly, I raised my head and opened my eyes. My reflection in the water below wasn't of me... Not entirely, anyway.

And now I knew who I was.

My inner, hidden spirit that had saved me so long ago... was now completely a part of me.

I had been the host for an angel.

I opened my wings and raised my hands to the sky, willing myself to where ever Koger and Garth had ended up. I was instantaneously there, in the middle of it. The house lay in ruins; Koger and Garth were in the thick of battle when they saw me hovering in midair across the room.

I snarled; Koger could handle this, but it still pissed me off. I wasn't going to interfere this time, though...

In a flash of light, I disappeared again, this time going to one of the innermost chambers of the house. In the middle of the room, suspended in the air, was the Spear of Longinus. I raised my hand and it came to me. I also took a sword that hung on the wall... a sword that had been there for millenia, and I had never known that it was there for me.

Another flash of light, and I was in my bedroom. I changed out of my torn gown and tossed it aside, taking something more usual to my tastes; a black leather corset and miniskirt outfit with red trim, but the moment that I put it on, the red turned to a blue-green. It seemed that my color choices were no longer truely mine.

I returned to the entryway of the house to discover Koger standing at the open door; Garth had gone for now. It wasn't over, though. I tossed the Spear to Koger.

"Go; I'm going to Inferno. This time, the shit's hit the fan and I'm not going to put up with it anymore."

I flew off into the night, not caring if mortal eyes saw me or not. If what I felt was coming actually happened, they'd be seeing a lot more than a rogue angel flying through the streets before the night was over.

When I reached Inferno, I didn't bother with the doors. I blew the damned things right off of their hinges; screams tore through the air as I stormed inside. I walked to the DJ, an old friend of mine, who stared at me, stunned at my change, and I took the microphone.

"Listen, all you cock-sucking sons of mother fucking bitches! This is it; the Dark Lord will fall, and you can either get out of my way, or you can die pitifully. The choice is yours; make it soon!" I hissed over the speaker system.

"Whore of light! You're the one who's going to fall," yelled someone, and a chair came flying through the air at me. I unsheathed my sword and the chair splintered into a thousand peices.

Chaos broke out as immortals began to fight and humans panicked and fled.
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Speaking of hurricanes... if Emily gets much closer to me, I may be gone for awhile. Right now, it's not known if she'll hit Mexico or Texas, but if she hits Texas... well, I'll probably be heading up to Dallas or something. If I do need to go to higher ground, I'll let someone know.

[Samchu]

Garth
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I had been torn away from the battle by pressing matters. It would appear that my ever-so-great leader wanted me to run an errand and seek out a psionic being. It looked the war had begun, I could sense a dramatic change in Sorcha and there could be no sign more obvious. The temptation to pit myself against her new form was overwhelming but I had to stick to my mission.

Searching the city, it soon became apparent that this demon would be harder to find than expected and I was warned during my search that he may take some temptation. But I could help with that. After a short while I came across my target, lurking in the shadows. This hooded figure, who would appear to many as a ghost, but I knew better.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I am one who comes offering an alligence. My employer is very interested in your uniqueness." I replied calmly.

"Whos your employer?"

I smirked and tilted my head slightly. "The dark lord himself, who else?"

"There's others..."

You could have told me he was a cocky son-of-a-*****

I'm sure you can handle it.

I composed myself. "A war is coming, whether you are aware of this or not and I've be sent to try and suade you to our cause. Your reward will be whatever you choose it to be."

"Anything?"

"Yes."

"...Fine.. Only because of the reward.." he replied with a sigh.

I smirked and nodded. "You'll get your reward, no worries but your services are required immediately. A simple brawl has broken out but the challenge on offer is tempting, are you up for it?"

"What exactly are we fighting there?"

"some of God's...lackies...but there is a witch there whom I have every intention of taking on and I know of anoth who you might like to enjoy destroying."

"Whos this other..?"

"An arrogant prick with smaller balls than sense, which is saying a lot. He thinks highly of himself, I'm sure you'd enjoy showing him otherwise."

He smirked briefly then replied, "Bring it on."

I nodded and drew my wings. I took to the sky and led him to the nightclub as he followed closely behind. Before we managed to reach our destination we were blocked by Koger. I narrowed my eyes at him. "This is the one I told you about," I growled, noting the spear in his hands. I didn't have time to piss-ass about with this twat. There was a brawl which I was waiting to get in the middle of. I could always lead him there...

"Hey peanut dick, bet ya can't catch me," I taunted as I flew past him. Our newest recruit followed my lead, flying straight through the idiot as he stood there temporarily stunned. "We'll lead him to the club. I can lose him there and you can make sure he doesn't interrupt my battle."

We made it to the Inferno with Koger tailing us. The second we were inside, Illidan took out someone by the door and prepared for his battle with Koger. I had no complaints, with Sorcha's bodygaurd out the way my battle was going to be much more interesting.

Taking out someone who mistakingly got in my way, I sprung upwards and slammed into her, throwing us both through the back wall and on to the ground.

"Hey baby, did you miss me?" I taunted with a grin.

She threw me off but I simply extended my wings and glided gently to the ground.

"Awww, if I'd have known you'd miss me that much I wouldn't have left."

She fired a flash of magic at me like the last time we battled but I merely swatted it away.

"You underestimate me. I may not be at my full strength yet but I have more than enough to dispose of you witch."

[Crystal Tears]

My great Return! Ty sam!

Illidan Aeden

This is slightly... I didn't know how to really finish my thought. As the spear was jabbed in my direction, I smirked. Disappointing... As this Koger character blinked, the spear had gone right through my chest, I tilted my head slightly.
"Having difficulties?" I smirked, as the loose energy that was attaching itself to him begun to sting. And at the last moment, ripped the spear from his hands, and was flung into wall with great force. Koger stood there confused, obviously ready for whatever was coming... Well... Almost anything coming...

I charged the loose energy; it shot through the air and slammed into him, sending him flying back out the door. Obviously he had never fought a psisonic demon before. But then again, there was very few of us... If any besides me were left.

This is… Too simple… I thought, as he came running back, and this time, attempted a punch that was caught by the energy, it rebounded him. Like a spring loaded trap, it caused him to go flying back again. Actually... It’s kind of boring… Another thought, as I was beating him without doing much.

“Fucking Cowardice Ass!” Koger called out to me, as he wiped away some blood from his mouth. I smirked.

“Really Koger.” I answered, wrapping the energy around him and beginning to crush him like I had done too many others. “Is it wise to insult the thing that’s killing you?” I smirked at the energy began to flow into him, attacking his spine, as well as his mind; I frowned, thoughts spinning around in my head. But only one managed its way out. “If I must kill you to have them back, then I will.”

[Bulbasaur4]

Helveanirica
Current Form: Demonic Shadow Wolf/M/Neutral

Fires ablazed... Eden was burning and there seemed little that was stopping the raging fires. The forest cried out, giving screams against the evil which had lashed out with it's knashing hungry claws. For a second... a mere second, Helve felt an inner flare of anger rise within him. The forest... the animals... they were some thing Helve had always enjoyed, always loved... the peace and tranquility which all of them provided. Now here it was... being destroyed and killed because of some fued between the opposing forces.
Yet thunder crashed down and rain soon followed...
Helve's eyes flared over towards Sorcha, who was undergoing a tremendous change. Energies were flowing into her... painful and bewitching energy which ripped at her flesh. It was less than flowing into her rather... but exploding outwards. Wings- massive wings of great stature- erupted from her back like exploding, thorny vines as blood spurted into the air from all directions. The mixture of blood and rain... it affected Helve, drove his senses wild and caused his interest to be further perked.
He recognized the Angel coming forth instantly- he was around when the Angel had been born after all.
Soon the transformation had been complete, and instantly in the blink of an eye- after Sorcha had come to realize what she was- she was gone.

Helve withdrew a sigh... so many thoughts were swimming within his mind now that he was confused on what action to take. Stay in Eden? It was basically pointless now... half of the forest was destroyed and the large amounts of pounding rain hadn't helped either unless the goal was the pound the forest to it's death. Helve should hide... he knew he should find a new place to abide by, but yet again... what point would that serve? If a war was coming... a rather great war, then there would be no place to hide. There had been many wars between Good and Evil... many that Helve had managed to avoide, but for some reason... Helve felt that he knew there was no choice. He was already involved... and it was only a matter of time that either side found out about him. Satan's minion had already sensed him... no doubt if he was connected to Satan himself, Satan would slowly remember Helve.
There was no avoiding it... perhaps Helve could remain in the sidelines for now... but he couldn't stay here. He had to stay where the main focus was...

Helve closed his eyes for a brief moment, and the moment he reopened them again-there was that flash of gold that soon vanished and gave way to the red of the Demonic Wolf. Withdrawing an unneeded breath, Helve's inner energies soon had pinpointed the area to travel too. Of course it was rather easy for Helve to pinpoint an Angellic being... let along demons... they were so easy, so... bright in Helve's mind. Humans tended to be a little bit darker, but the sides of good and evil created beacons for themselves so they could be easily found in anything. Helve let out a slight howl that seemed to rip into the air like a blood curdling scream of realization. As he howled, suddenly his body seemed to emit a barely tracible silver glow and then he completely vanished.
This process was repeated in reverse... as Helve appeared with in the city. Instantly his figure was transparent, and his glowing red eyes seemed to be the only thing within the dark streets.
Inferno..
Helve thought, giving a nod as he swiftly padded upon the streets and then broke through to an open trot-like gait. In a matter of moments Helve was at the broken, bashed-in enterance to The Inferno. However, Helve didn't want to be seen... so swiftly he took a few more paces past the enterance. Turning to face the outer wall of the Inferno, he lowered his head and simply passed through it like a ghost. Poking his head out the other side, he saw the brawl that was taking place... and how rapidly things were being destroyed. Helve entered the area but steathfully remained in the shadows... hiding behind a few objects as his eyes watched all that unfurled. In his demonic form, Helve easily blended in... he just only hoped that the two goods would find him and believe him to be involved.
That would be most unfortunate... because Helve didn't want to have to be seen. Only then would he be forced to transform into his true Neutral form... and perhaps if provoked, some thing else.

Helve didn't want that...

[Heald]

Legion

I parked my bike in an alleyway between two apartment blocks. I looked up towards the night sky. It was cloudy and the moonlight was obscured. The buildings were both about 10 storeys high. I leapt up and, rebounding off the walls, I shot upwards and landed on the roof of one of the buildings, performing a forward roll. I walked over to the edge of the building and saw about twenty people on the street. Broadening my senses, there were 80 more in these apartments. 100 vessels ready for my disposal. I smiled and unleashed my spirits and every new member of my legion stopped what they were doing and formed a regiment in front of the block. I jumped off the side and landed on my feet, making an impact on the pavement. My army were already beginning to mutate; their eyes becoming red, their muscles growing. I spoke.

"Our legion! We are gathered here for the glory of our master! Your hosts are now acolytes! In five days, we must gather as many acolytes at the catacombs! Now go forth and multiply!"

The acolytes nodded and wandered into the city. Each of them had the power to gather hosts but I, being the central soul, am intimately linked with every other soul. I hadn't done anything on this scale for a while, and my mind was already beginning to strain, but when the going gets tough, the tough get going. Suppressing the twinge, I walked back to my bike and headed off to another part of the city.

[Mystic_clown]

Malik
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hmmm. She's not answering. This can't be good.
Malik slipped his mobile into his pocket and stood up. Pulling a couple of bills from his coat pocket, he slapped it onto the bar.
"Keep the change," he said.
"Thanks mate," Mortis replied, taking the cash.
"You're going already?" Naomi asked, here voice filled to the brim with dissapointment, "But I just got here."
That's partially the reason why i'm leaving.
"Something's come up. I've got to go." Without saying another word, Malik headed for the door.

"The cool night air made Malik shiver as he stepped out into the street. After being in Neon Impact for four or so hours, it was kinda freezing out here.
Now then. Where could Sorcha be?
Malik was a bit confused why Sorcha chose to serve God. As far as he knew, Sorcha was part witch, part vampire and the last time he checked, witches and vampires were considered abominations to God. Malik shrugged. He guessed God mustn't be quite right in the head or something. He quietly strode over to his bike, which was parked not that far away and reached for his helmet. A small chill went down Malik's spine, and it wasn't because of the cold.
"What the?" He turned to see three people walking down the road. But these weren't normal people, considering they had red eyes and huge muscles. One of them noticed him and headed towards him. Malik tried to shake the feeling off and turned back to his bike. As he was about to get on, he felt something sharp grab his shoulder. Spinning around, all Malik could see was a pair of red eyes. Thinking fast, Malik delivered a sharp blow to the stomach, causing the guy to let go. The other two noticed an headed towards him to help their partner. One of them stopped just a few metres from Malik. Malik glared at him as he rose his hand. A spirit appeared around his hand before darting towards Malik. The dark angel couldn't help but smirked. Just before the spirit could reach him, a mysterious and dark force seemed to rip the spirit apart. The three 'men' stood in shock, just long enough for Malik to be on them. Malik grabbed the nearest one and threw him into one of the others. The third tried to grab him, but Malik side stepped and and delivered a sharp blow to the back of the neck. There was a sickening crack as the man's body fell limp. Picking him up, Malik hurled the lifeless body towards the other two before diving towards them. As the two tried to get to their feet, Malik delivered a sharp punch to the face, knocking the 'man' unconcious. He grabbed the final one and threw him through a nearby window.

With a satisfied smirk, Malik dusted his hands. That one guy tried to possess him with a spirit. There was only one demon he knew with the power to do that.
Legion.
Those three must have been some of his acolytes, poor mortals possessed by Legion's spirits. Then something came to him. If Legion was 'recruiting' members for his legion, then...
"Oh s*%@!" Malik spun around and headed back into the nightclub. He was sure that Legion would have known that he had taken down some of his acolytes and he would definately send more. He ran to the bar and silently praised the lord (which he doesn't do often) when he saw Naomi at the bar. She perked up the minute she saw him.
"Malik!" she cheered happily, "You're back!"
"But not for logn!" Malik replied, grabbing Naomi's hand, "We have to get outta here!"
"What? Why?"
"Some really bad s&#@'s about to go down and we need to get outta here!"
"What's going on?" Mortis asked. Malik whispered something into his ear.
"They're coming here?" he asked. Malik nodded.
"Get as many people out of here as fast as you can!" Mortis nodded.
"Let's go!" Malik said as he led Naomi out of the nightclub.

[Master Rudy]

Still unsure of what type of character I have in mind but this looks intresting. Anyone mind an old timer striding in since someone I won't name (JJJJJJ!!!! TTTTTT!!!!)had a gun to my head and told me to join?

j/k JT ^_~

[Drusilla]

Still unsure of what type of character I have in mind but this looks intresting. Anyone mind an old timer striding in since someone I won't name (JJJJJJ!!!! TTTTTT!!!!)had a gun to my head and told me to join?

j/k JT ^_~

lol, welcome back, Rudy! Step right up, I don't mind at all.

Oh, and since I'm posting anyway... Koger isn't going to be involved in the brawl yet. I would have mentioned it before, but I thought that JT would have posted by now. Due to unforseen complications, he wasn't able to... But he's run out of excuses now!

[Bulbasaur4]

A gun?! Dammit... I told Jeff to use that flamethrower instead... I find that the extra little heat it emits adds a cooling effect.
....
Wow, that was totally confusing.

WB Rudy!

[Outlaw JT]

OOC: Glad to see some people have no respect for my character whatsoever. Did you think I had no plans for my own character during my absence? *cracks fringers before I start typing my post* Time to set a few things straight and finally reveal who/what Koger really is.

Koger
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Battling Garth through the House of Eden had been a sliding scale. Early on Koger still held advantage with his superior speed and the versatility of his arsenal. As the fight progressed, though, Garth slowly unlocked more and more of his buried power. By the time Sorcha finally re-emerged, and to Koger's dismay he now clearly knew the presence he had felt creeeping underneath her when she first threw Garth from the house to be Michael, nearly the entire surface of the House of Eden lay in ruin and most of Koger's weapons lay broken or drained of energy in battling the would-be dragon.

With a pair of flashes amidst the struggle, Sorcha appeared and tossed the Lance of Longinus at Koger. He turned it in his hand, surprised and awed that it was finally in his possession. The last piece to a puzzle he had spent millenia assembling was now in his hands and soon he would use all of it's power to achieve his ancient goal of freedom.

"Go; I'm going to Inferno. This time, the ****'s hit the fan and I'm not going to put up with it anymore," Sorcha spoke and then promptly disappeared in another flash.

Seeing the spear in his hands Garth took off after Sorcha, wherever she had gone. Koger had his suspicions but before he could attend to any of them he had one task he had been waiting to perform for nearly five millenia. With that thought in mind and with lightning speed Koger set off to the place he hid from the world. He pounced from rooftop to rooftop with such speed that not even his shadow could be seen.

After only two short minutes he stopped on the roof of an old warehouse. From the outside it looked like an abandoned dump. Everything about it looked derelict. Even those of supernatural senses couldn't penetrate the enchantment placed upon it though. To all who did not know the words, it appeared only as a rundown tin building. Koger knew the words, however.

"Dis'konischa eln ferotus DON!" Koger barked as he landed in front of it's huge doors.

With a creak and a moan of rusted metal the doors slid open. As he walked inside torches began lighting themselves, creating a small alley of light leading to a wide circle around Koger's goal. In the circle of torches he strode towards stood a unique arch unlike any other the world had seen. The two pillars were constructed of four very large perfectly square stones; the four cornerstones of the earth that Koger had collected as payment from both heaven and hell during wars past. The arch above these two massive stone pillars was a mish-mash of strange things. Bones taken from the last full grown dragon, splintered boards from the cross of the Crucifixion, crystalized ice made from the tears of God himself, and at the center of the arch the golden eye that was gifted to the first pharoah of Egypt by God masked as Ra. It was the most supernaturally concentrated archway in existance and soon it would serve as a gateway.

As Koger stepped to the edge of the archway he held the Lance of Longinus up above his head in both hands. He started chanting low and as the words came forth a dark myst started to form in the archway. As the chanting got louder the myst became thicker until it seemed like a dark but shiny purplish liquid. At the height of the chanting Koger stopped and stared at the pool of universal liquid standing before him.

"I told you we would not stay locked away in pergutory forver God. Rest assured though, this time we will not pass ourselves off as Gods. We shall simply show the world our power and they may make their own judgements!" Koger spoke with conviction, a wicked grin rolling off his face. "But first, I do believe we have some common enemies. Perhaps take my interference as payment to stay off the backs of my kin?!"

With a mighty thrust Koger stabbed the Lance of Longinus into the sideways pool of cosmic fluid. It sparked and the air around it burst into flames as Koger pushed in with all his might. It bent under the force of the spear but it did not want to break. Finally, with one final push Koger thrust the spear into the fluid at the top of the arch. As he traced the edge of the archway with it, light poured out from the cut he was making in the fluid. As he finished tracing the inside of the archway the brightest light flashed, lighting the entire warehouse in brilliant luminescence. When the light subsided Koger was staring no longer at a barren archway but at a doorway opening into an endless expanse of blank whiteness. It was the prison he had known for millenia and it was prison no longer. With the doorway opened, Koger would be unleashed as he truly was. No longer would he be the shell he had been using to walk about the living world. In short time his true power would return to him. He couldn't wait for it to fully reach him however. Sorcha would be needing assistance immediately. While Koger bared no love for God he somehow had grown to love Sorcha and he was not going to let the dragon-fool take away the woman who would be his bride.

As quickly as he had come to his hiding spot and the archway, Koger left. He still carried the Lance of Longinus in his hand but it no longer coursed with power as it had when he first touched it. Opening the gateway had drained nearly all of it's power. It was only out of quickness that he did not think to leave it behind in his former sanctuary.

All told, it only took him five minutes to perform his ritual and get back on the trail of Garth. He could sense that Garth had continued growing stronger but his powers had not yet awakened. Garth was also now accompanied by a psionic demon. A being known as Illidan if his memory served him well. It had been ages since Koger had seen one.

Garth refused to fight him and instead left the psionic to deal with him. It was adequate enough to stall him and the fight began. Early on he found the spear had no effect on the psionic demon Illidan. If he had not drained the spear it might have dispersed the demon right on the spot. It did not but Koger just smiled inwardly as he let the demon play with him. As they fought Koger could feel his strength of old returning. He would wait for the right moment to test himself, though. It had been nearly all the ages of man since he had last tasted his own power.

It was not until Illidan was certain they had won that Koger felt it was time. The demon had shrouded itself about him and was pressing in trying to crush him. The weight of it forced him down to his knees but as all seemed hopeless for him, Koger just began to laugh maniacally through the cloud that was Illidan.

"Death drives many men mad. I had been told you were stronger, though. Shame you are so pathetic!" Illidan's words spat at him.

"Do you know my name?" Koger said coyly, a smile growing as Illidan's inward pressure seemed to hault not of their own accord.

"Koger....." Illidan said forcefully, beginning to wonder why suddenly there was resistance to his pressure.

"That is only my mortal name!" Koger let out a bellowing laugh.

Suddenly he began to stand, pushing Illidan back around him. His muscles seemed to grow just slightly. His hair grew to his shoulders and turned red as blood. His eyes began to glow as sparks of lightning flickered from their corners. The backs of his hands seemed to split open revealing silver orbs that almost looked like eyes. The inside of his ears split forming two holes where there had been one in each ear. Illidan was still struggling to press in but all of his efforts were turned back as if by an unseen barrier.

"Know me by my true name demon. I am Bel-Marduk, champion of the Gods of Babylon! And while your psionic form grants you immunity to physical assault, you are not immune to the elements," Koger laughed wildly and suddenly lightning burst out form him in a wave.

The force of it blew Illidan completely clear of him and shattered the front wall to Inferno, opening the place to the street. Glass and plaster rained down everywhere from the blast. Koger then paused. He looked down at his hands and at his body. It was not quite his original form but his old being had adapted itself well to the body he had been using merely as a shell.

Illidan recovered quickly from the sudden shock and took a moment to observe Koger taking in his adjusted form. He was both what he had been and something completely alien to the demon all at once. Still feeling confident in themself, though, Illidan charge back at Koger. Koger turned to face Illidan as if he had seen him even though Illidan had been thrown behind him. Koger just smiled and pursed his lips and a jet of fire shot forward at the psionic demon.

Illidan had no time to react and the fire poured through them. Even the harshest of fire couldn't destroy them but the immense heat sapped away all of their strength. As it shot out the other side of the mysted form of Illidan it melted the very asphalt of the road. The flame seared a trench two feet wide and stretching all the way to the sidewalk across the street.

Illidan floated there almost helpless. Koger smiled again and blew a kiss at the psionic demon. An unholy wind seemed to emerge from nowhere and carried Illidan away from the scene with great speed. Since he had not focused on the Wind of Destruction, Koger imagined it only carried the psionic demon three or four miles. He didn't care, though. He had a much bigger fish to fry tonight. It was time Garth learned that he hadn't been the only one who's powers had been locked away.

Koger merely tapped his toes and it allowed him to leap high into the sky, well above the building surrounding the area. He had no care for anyone who might see him. It was not his concern whether mortals saw him or not. Tonight the veil was to be lifted from their eyes.

As he reached the pinnacle of his jump a cloud settled itself at his feet and formed up around him like a chariot. He smiled and without a word of command it responded and charged forth towards where he sensed Sorcha and Garth. He arrived to find Garth standing over Sorcha, though she scarcely still looked herself. The influence of Michael no doubt. As quickly as his chariot cloud had formed it disappeared and he dropped to the ground near them.

"GAAAAAAAARTH!!!!" Koger shouted at the top of his lungs and the ground almost seemed to tremble. "Step away from my future queen NOW!"

Garth looked up and away from Sorcha and at him. His mouth crooked sideways and his eyes sank a little bit as he tried to understand what he was seeing. He saw Koger before him but at the same time he saw something new. Something he had no knowledge or undestanding of. Something not even his master could offer explanation for. For you see, Marduk and the beings that had ruled Babylon before God locked them away, were older even than the angels.

"If you want to play, Let's play!" and Koger drew his arms back and opened his mouth wide and as he pushed his hands forward a purple lightning that had not been seen in ages shot forth from them, accompanied by a jet of deep blue flame that hit and shot Garth backwards like a cannon.





OOC: Yeah, Koger was really Marduk all along. Well, the mortal shell containing Marduk's essence that he used over the millenia during times of cosmic stryfe to assemble the pieces he needed to build and open a gateway to release his true self from the prison God had cast him and his kind into for pretending to be Gods over God's creation. So yeah, he commands the Wind of Destruction, the fury of the storms, can breathe fire, rides a chariot made of clouds, and can make things invisible (look it up if you don't believe Marduk can do all that). Let's try not to disrespect him now, shall we?