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9,100 | 253 | 119 | 1,118 | 7,626 | He nodded listening to her story. It was truly a sad one but then again his wasn't much better. "I was adopted by a normal family. I don't remember who my biological mother was. Demons came and attacked the village I lived in everyone I loved died their. If it wasn't for a doctor of the exorcists taking pity on me,I probably wouldn't be sitting here." He said softly looking down at his gloved hand. He was born to a horrible demon but he wouldn't let that change who he was going to be. "I'm an exorcist because I want to prove not all demons are evil" he said softly looking at her. | name: Lorenzo ortega
age: 17
personality: usually isn't very happy most of the time knowing what he is and thinking that he was born a blasphemes to the very god that everyone worshiped he was a son of the king of light Lucifer and he resented that he could be mistaken for something beautiful when in reality he was what they most hated a demon in angel skin. normally Lorenzo would stay quiet and try not to bother people and he would rarely be happy since he would try to control himself but when he is in battle and his flames ignite he is bathed in both a white flame and a desire to fight like their was no tomorrow laughing and smiling as he beat his enemies....that's what he hated most so he tries his best to control his flames but even then his dark desires surface whenever his heart is shown
history: born of a human mother but I was taken away from my birth mother while and was adopted by a normal family, I lived peacefully in a village until it was attacked by demons I felt helpless and scared and I would never known what would have happened to me if it weren't for the exorcists that came to save what was left of the village I was found out to be one of the sons of the demon kings but one of the exorcists a doctor took pity on me and cleaned my wound and gave me a glove to never take off and I told him I wanted to be an exorcist like him but even he died still it did not stop my dream of wanting to be a great exorcist one day and to show that demons like me weren't evil. even born of one of the kings I would not let my blood change who I wanted to be
its what he looks like normally (shorten hair, black hair, no wings, green eyes)
except with white flames and no tattoo's show up
meister: dragoon, knight
weapons: 44 revolver, the Daten-shi no ken (fallen angel blade)
summon (only if summoner):
miscellaneous: has a birthmark on his right hand that looks like the north star (symbol of the illuminati and of his birth to his father Lucifer) |
9,101 | 253 | 120 | 1,402 | 125 | Ari listened, nodding in understanding. She went to say something, but Tsuki interrupted. She decided to go over to her bag and start unpacking. Ari glanced up when she heard the question. "I think the cafeteria is open from 7am to 9pm, but I'm not sure. It might vary on the weekend too," she thought for a moment. "As for lights out, I'm guessing 10 or 11?" | name: Ari Sander
age: 18
personality: she's pretty quiet and keeps to herself most times. She likes to stay in the background of things and observe situations. She will speak her mind if needed to get people to focus.
history: Ari grew up as an only child of a middle class family. She lived an average life until she was 9. She started seeing things not everyone around her could see. Her parents took her to some exorcists thinking she was being influenced by demons, but they explained that she could simply see the demons better than most humans could, a gift all exorcists have. Her parents agreed for her to start learning with the exorcists until she was old enough to attend silver cross.
appearance: long black hair that she always has braided, icy blue eyes, rather short and pale
if half demon what type?:
meister: dragoon and Doctor
weapons: dual Walther P99 Titanium .40 handguns
summon:
miscellaneous: |
9,102 | 253 | 121 | 619 | 2,638 | Sayuri sighs and nods, "Looks like we can spend some time getting to know each other than..." she starts unpacking fully taking her clothes and other stuff out and putting in the provided storage. She puts a couple bound notebooks and mechanical pencils next to the laptop and doll on the desk, "So what was your life like before you got here? If you don't mind me asking." | name: Sayuri Takashi
age: 16
personality: She is always laid back and carefree rarely ever getting serious. She is also difficult to anger. She enjoys reading, drawing, and fighting. She dislikes arrogant people and
history: She grew up as the daughter of an exorsist. As a result she has been aware of demons since she was young. Her father was well liked and respected by those who knew him. He also made his fair share of enemies as an exorcist. One year she and her best friend were kidnapped in order to get revenge on her father for destroying a group of demon summoners. The group took them to an abandoned house on the edge of town. They were to be used as a living sacrifice to summon a demon to kill her father. Something went wrong however causing an explosion in the house. She was one of three survivors. She awoke two weeks later in a hospital with a demon contracted to her. That was when she dicided to become an exorcist. She enrolled at Sivler Cross at her Dad's suggestion.
appearance: Sayuri looks like this except she keeps her hair down and it is waist length. She wears black shoes, black pants, a white sleeveless shirt, and white cloth bandages around her hands and lower arm leaving her fingers exposed.
meister: Knight
weapons: Her fathers sword Kageryu It's about a third longer with red wrapping and sheath.
summon (only if summoner): Tsuki, a small sleek dark red dragon that's unremarkable most of the time. When She goes into battle mode she doubles in size and her lower legs, where her wings connect to her body, the top of her head, and end of her tail ignite. She isn't actually summoned or dismissed. When not out and about she stays as a pure black tattoo on her body that can move around on Sayuri's skin in the shape of her.
miscellaneous: |
9,103 | 253 | 122 | 377 | 25,988 | Cassie nodded, "That's why I'm here too. i want to hunt down the demon that did this to my family. I was going to go to school, and become a doctor, so....may as well become one here, too" She bit her lip, and with a heavy sigh, she said "I was born with a mark on my hand. No one's really told me what demon it is...I don't think they want to dwell on it...But its no father of mine" She slowly took her gloves off, revealing the mark on her hand.
"I've worn gloves since I was a kid. My mother told me to tell people I wear them as the result of burns when I was a kid. Lying became second nature" | I'm going to edit it some, I just noticed the picture I've been using is no longer avaliable
name: Cassandra
age: 17
personality: Cassandra is kind, and caring, often going out of her way to help others, and generally, she is happy. However, there is a dark side to Cassandra. She will defend those she thinks needs it, to death. And there is a violence in her that at times he just can't hide. She dreams of a life, and of the life she had lost. And she will stop at nothing to become what she wants to be.
history: Staying with their mother, my character is raised, and cared for by her, and her partner, an exorcist. She was made to believe that that man was her father, and for most if her life, she believed that, right up until the moment her mother, and the man were killed. She might never know that they died trying to protect her, and protect where she was, at the time, working in a book store. She came home to see them dead, and another exorcist, waiting for her, to tell her everything.
She had always worn gloves, to hide the birthmark on her hand, but the minute she entered her home, the waiting exorcist pulled the glove off her marked hand, revealing the mark, and telling her what she was.
Instead of running like she should have, like any sane person would do, she said "I'll become an exorcist"
with white flames
meister: knight, doctor
weapons: looking for a weapon now
miscellaneous: has a birthmark on left hand that looks like the north star |
9,104 | 253 | 123 | 1,402 | 125 | Well, Ari started, soon sitting on her bed next to her pile of newly folded clothes. "Everything was normal for the first eight years. Then I started seeing demons. My parents thought there was something wrong with me," she laughed. "It took three different exorcists telling them the same thing that it was perfectly normal for me to see them. It meant that I was destined to be an exorcist."
Ari laid back on her bed, a somewhat sad smile on her lips. "After that, I had to grow up. When I wasn't at school, I was training with the exorcists. I didn't see my parents except for nights. Even then, all I did was sleep when I would get home. It was even worse during summer and winter breaks. I lived with the exorcist then." | name: Ari Sander
age: 18
personality: she's pretty quiet and keeps to herself most times. She likes to stay in the background of things and observe situations. She will speak her mind if needed to get people to focus.
history: Ari grew up as an only child of a middle class family. She lived an average life until she was 9. She started seeing things not everyone around her could see. Her parents took her to some exorcists thinking she was being influenced by demons, but they explained that she could simply see the demons better than most humans could, a gift all exorcists have. Her parents agreed for her to start learning with the exorcists until she was old enough to attend silver cross.
appearance: long black hair that she always has braided, icy blue eyes, rather short and pale
if half demon what type?:
meister: dragoon and Doctor
weapons: dual Walther P99 Titanium .40 handguns
summon:
miscellaneous: |
9,105 | 253 | 124 | 1,118 | 7,626 | He looked at her as age told her that she believed in the same cause. When she revealed what was under her glove Lorenzo was speechless. He didn't know what to say art the new information. Finally he found some words to actually say "Well um.... that explains so much" he said and before she asked he removed his glove and showed her the same tattoo.
The only reason that they were in the same dorm together was that they actually cane from the same father. It seemed to be the only thing that actually made sense. | name: Lorenzo ortega
age: 17
personality: usually isn't very happy most of the time knowing what he is and thinking that he was born a blasphemes to the very god that everyone worshiped he was a son of the king of light Lucifer and he resented that he could be mistaken for something beautiful when in reality he was what they most hated a demon in angel skin. normally Lorenzo would stay quiet and try not to bother people and he would rarely be happy since he would try to control himself but when he is in battle and his flames ignite he is bathed in both a white flame and a desire to fight like their was no tomorrow laughing and smiling as he beat his enemies....that's what he hated most so he tries his best to control his flames but even then his dark desires surface whenever his heart is shown
history: born of a human mother but I was taken away from my birth mother while and was adopted by a normal family, I lived peacefully in a village until it was attacked by demons I felt helpless and scared and I would never known what would have happened to me if it weren't for the exorcists that came to save what was left of the village I was found out to be one of the sons of the demon kings but one of the exorcists a doctor took pity on me and cleaned my wound and gave me a glove to never take off and I told him I wanted to be an exorcist like him but even he died still it did not stop my dream of wanting to be a great exorcist one day and to show that demons like me weren't evil. even born of one of the kings I would not let my blood change who I wanted to be
its what he looks like normally (shorten hair, black hair, no wings, green eyes)
except with white flames and no tattoo's show up
meister: dragoon, knight
weapons: 44 revolver, the Daten-shi no ken (fallen angel blade)
summon (only if summoner):
miscellaneous: has a birthmark on his right hand that looks like the north star (symbol of the illuminati and of his birth to his father Lucifer) |
9,106 | 253 | 125 | 377 | 25,988 | Cassandra frowned, studying the marks on their hands, a little...uneasy about it. "What-?" did that mean she had a brother? It didn't seem possible, wouldn't her mother have told her if she did? Wouldn't someone in the school have told them? It seemed something too shocking to keep hidden from them. Shaking her head, she said, "But...how? Wouldn't my mother....what is going on?" | I'm going to edit it some, I just noticed the picture I've been using is no longer avaliable
name: Cassandra
age: 17
personality: Cassandra is kind, and caring, often going out of her way to help others, and generally, she is happy. However, there is a dark side to Cassandra. She will defend those she thinks needs it, to death. And there is a violence in her that at times he just can't hide. She dreams of a life, and of the life she had lost. And she will stop at nothing to become what she wants to be.
history: Staying with their mother, my character is raised, and cared for by her, and her partner, an exorcist. She was made to believe that that man was her father, and for most if her life, she believed that, right up until the moment her mother, and the man were killed. She might never know that they died trying to protect her, and protect where she was, at the time, working in a book store. She came home to see them dead, and another exorcist, waiting for her, to tell her everything.
She had always worn gloves, to hide the birthmark on her hand, but the minute she entered her home, the waiting exorcist pulled the glove off her marked hand, revealing the mark, and telling her what she was.
Instead of running like she should have, like any sane person would do, she said "I'll become an exorcist"
with white flames
meister: knight, doctor
weapons: looking for a weapon now
miscellaneous: has a birthmark on left hand that looks like the north star |
9,107 | 253 | 126 | 2,452 | 1,973 | *Raspberry sat down on the ground in front of the door of her new dorm and growled as she clenched and unclenched her fists trying to gain control of her transformation powers, while at the same time trying to calm down. Her hands switching from demon to human at random, as small dips of water dips from her figure tips when her hand is demon* "Why can't you just stay human!" *She yelled loudly getting more angry at herself for not being able to control it* | name: Raspberry Opal
age: 16
personality: She is at first a very independent and feisty person and is not afraid to start a fight, but once you get to know her better and gain her trust she actual a very sweet fragile person who would normally run from her fears and problems but instead she fights them and doubt that they exist, she is also is very easy to make smile and scare, plus she is a very gentle person and is kind of annoying at times. But when she isn't in a positive she is the complete opposite she tends to be mean, rude, and flat out violent.
history: She grew up as the only child with her mom who despises her but she still cares and kind of spoils Raspberry. Her mother and father got divorced after she turned 6 on Christmas eve. Raspberry may not have the world's best home life or childhood but she loves it anyway and will more than happily talk about it. She is also still trying to gain control of her ability to change from each form, she just lately found out her mother was part demon which means she was part demon and she could change form. So her ability to change form is not completely under her control, her ability is tied to her emotions so whenever she is really sad or angry she will make the transformation without a choice and she cant's changed back into a human until she is calmed down completely.
appearance: She is tall with long silk-like flowing white hair with a blue-ish tint to it, her eye color changes depending on the type of lighting.
if half demon what type?: Water Demon
^^ Demon Form ^^
meister: Knight
weapons: Dual Blades
miscellaneous: She will do anything she can do so she doesn't have to be in her demon form, she doesn't like it
-She is absolutely in love with dolls and plushies, she collects them, cares for them, and talks to them
-She hates it when people push her away and hide things, she wont shut up until you tell her what you are hiding
-She as her own Dorm for now but if anyone would like to be her roommate that would deffinety be fun and interesting |
9,108 | 253 | 127 | 1,118 | 7,626 | Lorenzo sighed seeing she was just as confused as he was. He then put his glove on the bed seeing as how he didn't need to conceal his heritage from his sister. That still seemed unbelievable to him that he could actually have a sister, or half sister at least. "Your guess is as good as mine Cassandra, but it's clear we are in the same room because we are siblings. Or if nothing else half siblings depending on if our father couldn't keep it in his pants" Lorenzo said with a shrug. He then started to wonder they could have been like if they stayed together as brother and sister. Maybe Lorenzo would have a nicer childhood out at least a semi normal one. | name: Lorenzo ortega
age: 17
personality: usually isn't very happy most of the time knowing what he is and thinking that he was born a blasphemes to the very god that everyone worshiped he was a son of the king of light Lucifer and he resented that he could be mistaken for something beautiful when in reality he was what they most hated a demon in angel skin. normally Lorenzo would stay quiet and try not to bother people and he would rarely be happy since he would try to control himself but when he is in battle and his flames ignite he is bathed in both a white flame and a desire to fight like their was no tomorrow laughing and smiling as he beat his enemies....that's what he hated most so he tries his best to control his flames but even then his dark desires surface whenever his heart is shown
history: born of a human mother but I was taken away from my birth mother while and was adopted by a normal family, I lived peacefully in a village until it was attacked by demons I felt helpless and scared and I would never known what would have happened to me if it weren't for the exorcists that came to save what was left of the village I was found out to be one of the sons of the demon kings but one of the exorcists a doctor took pity on me and cleaned my wound and gave me a glove to never take off and I told him I wanted to be an exorcist like him but even he died still it did not stop my dream of wanting to be a great exorcist one day and to show that demons like me weren't evil. even born of one of the kings I would not let my blood change who I wanted to be
its what he looks like normally (shorten hair, black hair, no wings, green eyes)
except with white flames and no tattoo's show up
meister: dragoon, knight
weapons: 44 revolver, the Daten-shi no ken (fallen angel blade)
summon (only if summoner):
miscellaneous: has a birthmark on his right hand that looks like the north star (symbol of the illuminati and of his birth to his father Lucifer) |
9,109 | 253 | 128 | 377 | 25,988 | Cassandra hesitated, looking to her photo onc more. She looked down at heer hands, pondering for a momeent. "Lorenzo, when's your birthday?" She asked softly, a suspicion sneaking into her mind, pulling her knees up to her chest, she wrapped her arms around them, waiting for Lorenzo's answer. | I'm going to edit it some, I just noticed the picture I've been using is no longer avaliable
name: Cassandra
age: 17
personality: Cassandra is kind, and caring, often going out of her way to help others, and generally, she is happy. However, there is a dark side to Cassandra. She will defend those she thinks needs it, to death. And there is a violence in her that at times he just can't hide. She dreams of a life, and of the life she had lost. And she will stop at nothing to become what she wants to be.
history: Staying with their mother, my character is raised, and cared for by her, and her partner, an exorcist. She was made to believe that that man was her father, and for most if her life, she believed that, right up until the moment her mother, and the man were killed. She might never know that they died trying to protect her, and protect where she was, at the time, working in a book store. She came home to see them dead, and another exorcist, waiting for her, to tell her everything.
She had always worn gloves, to hide the birthmark on her hand, but the minute she entered her home, the waiting exorcist pulled the glove off her marked hand, revealing the mark, and telling her what she was.
Instead of running like she should have, like any sane person would do, she said "I'll become an exorcist"
with white flames
meister: knight, doctor
weapons: looking for a weapon now
miscellaneous: has a birthmark on left hand that looks like the north star |
9,110 | 253 | 129 | 2,452 | 1,973 | *Raspberry finally gained control and she was completely calm as she walked out of her dorm room and down the halls looking at a map with hand crossed around her lower area f her rib cage, the wet edges of her pants hitting the ground made a squishing like sound as she walked. She tightly held the map looking at each room number to make sure she isn't lost or went the wrong* {This place is huge... I just want something to eat, so why can't I just teleport or something.} *Raspberry quickly became frustrated at herself* "How hard can it be just to find the stinking cafeteria?" *She mumble angrily staring at the map as she slumped down the wall outside of the dorms* "There need to be lines on the ground directing people to certain areas, because that would make things so much better" *At this point Raspberry didn't care who saw her or heard her and she just let herself transform into her demon state not caring as she frustatedly walked around the whole school leaving a slippery slimy pale blue trail behind her, she walked for what seemed like hours, in and out of the dorm room almost 5 times before she finally got to the cafeteria* | name: Raspberry Opal
age: 16
personality: She is at first a very independent and feisty person and is not afraid to start a fight, but once you get to know her better and gain her trust she actual a very sweet fragile person who would normally run from her fears and problems but instead she fights them and doubt that they exist, she is also is very easy to make smile and scare, plus she is a very gentle person and is kind of annoying at times. But when she isn't in a positive she is the complete opposite she tends to be mean, rude, and flat out violent.
history: She grew up as the only child with her mom who despises her but she still cares and kind of spoils Raspberry. Her mother and father got divorced after she turned 6 on Christmas eve. Raspberry may not have the world's best home life or childhood but she loves it anyway and will more than happily talk about it. She is also still trying to gain control of her ability to change from each form, she just lately found out her mother was part demon which means she was part demon and she could change form. So her ability to change form is not completely under her control, her ability is tied to her emotions so whenever she is really sad or angry she will make the transformation without a choice and she cant's changed back into a human until she is calmed down completely.
appearance: She is tall with long silk-like flowing white hair with a blue-ish tint to it, her eye color changes depending on the type of lighting.
if half demon what type?: Water Demon
^^ Demon Form ^^
meister: Knight
weapons: Dual Blades
miscellaneous: She will do anything she can do so she doesn't have to be in her demon form, she doesn't like it
-She is absolutely in love with dolls and plushies, she collects them, cares for them, and talks to them
-She hates it when people push her away and hide things, she wont shut up until you tell her what you are hiding
-She as her own Dorm for now but if anyone would like to be her roommate that would deffinety be fun and interesting |
9,111 | 254 | 0 | 157 | 3,052 | The Academy of Solomon from the outside appeared just a lonely mansion on empty stretch of road. The building was large, massive in fact, Gothic in design. These floors house the students along with the staff who would care for them, however below the house lay the school itself. The halls were coated in hard word, the walls decorated like that of a grand cathedral. Reaching the bottom floor you find stairs descending and halls way with windows either side. Below that floor were monsters captured and trapped down their for Hunter to train against and for testing students. Releasing creatures for the novice hunters to face.
Outside of the building, just behind the tower is a Leyline gate. These lines run across the planet and where they cross magical pools openly. The Academy was built in such a spot. The old gate is activated letting those traveling by Leyline reach the school. As the students enter, papers with their names on them lay along the brick crumbling brick wall by the gate. The older students head to their rooms, their only eighty students taken in a year. The current fourth year class has only forty students in it. Students are divided in to teams are sent on missions together, the school also makes students on them same team share the same dorm hall. The rooms each have two beds, meaning two students to a room.
You have all arrived, the first order of business is to get settled and meet those assigned to your team. By the end of the first month you will chose a team lead. They will act as your representative among the other students and be considered the leader of the group. If you cannot come to an agreement your leader will be picked at random. First years all begin with basic combat, magic, and Hunting courses. Should you die the school will let your family know and add your name and picture to the to the book of the fallen. Graduates receive an amulet with a splinter of the staff of Solomon, allowing them a one time chance to heal their bodies and prevent death of any nature. Normally only about twenty students survive. So settle in and prepare, your first mission comes some time first day. Those who fail or die are sent home a failure. | Name: Edward "Edge" Van Helsing
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Type: Descendant
School: Monster Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s): Mercy and Paragon
Bio: The Helsing line is one of misfortune and trouble. Edward's mother died giving birth to him, his father was a seasoned hunter. They lived in London until Edward turned nine, when disaster struck his family again. A cult of vampires gathered and assaulted the Helsing manor, a young Edward awoke to his the manor servants screaming as they vampire feasted upon them. Edge's father was surrounded gunning down each as they approached. Edge himself had collected one of the silver swords from the manors great hall. Then made his way to the window looking for his father, as the house caught fire.
Edge arrived in time to see his father drained of life, and discarded. Edge had never had drive to be violent, not until that day. In truth no Helsing is born a Hunter, nearly all of them suffer and that vengeance that burns in their hearts, that is what makes a Helsing fight. When this near year old child, with only a sword in hand saw the death of not only of his father but also of his friends and caretakers he broke. He jumped out the window crashing down upon the vampire he struck it blow after blow after blow. When his arms gave out he dropped the sword.
Luckily for Edge some of the staff had survived, now the heir of his branch of the Helsing family Edge spent days training. He also took up music, the violin specifically. It had been his mothers, now with both his parents gone he did his best to remember and learn things about them. Finally after training for years he was accepted into the Academy, choosing to train in Monster Hunting due to the fact he felt Vampire hunting would present little challenge. While tough and cocky at times, Edge backs this up with lethal aim and fast paced movement, his sword and knives skills are impressive however he knows little of magic or demons. |
9,112 | 254 | 1 | 2,633 | 3,130 | Despite being only a few hundred of kilometers from home Estelle had already noticed how different England was from her home in continental europe, in her view the different from her home in the sunny fields by the alps to this ever-overcast island was a clear frontier between the life she had been leading to what the future would hold for her, it was the time to forsake what was gentle and to make her body and mind into the same steel that composes a sword...
"My sword right now is a paperboard though" she whispered to herself, interrupting her own introspection and quickly noticing that by now she was already in front of the gate.
She was still not sure if joining the hunters would be smart or not, she was not one to trust others, specially authorities, she could already picture herself being yelled at, yet, it was her chance to develop her power. If there was one thing that frustrated her was wasted potential and the idea of ignoring her mystic side in favor of a simpler life was just so wrong.
With a sigh she took a step forward into the academy, hoping for the best, and maybe a nice bed, a roommate that wasn't too annoying and that the academy's food wasn't made by a englishperson. | Name: James "Sundown" Ferren
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Type: Mage, Shadow Elemental
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Complete Darkness: Completely blind an enemy as long as the caster or target is in a shadow. AOE spell, causes everything in a circle around either the caster or target to become pitch black. (About 35m)
Shadow Constructs: Create an objects or form out of shadow, as long as there is a shadow nearby. This can include weapons, armour, walls, shields, buildings or servants.
Bio: Born into a family of mages, James was mostly an outsider. His parents and relatives all used light based magic, whereas James clearly possessed a dark ability. Shadows would converge densely around him and people often had trouble discerning his form. This led to several accidents, including a supposed sighting of a mythical creature where the hunters tranquillised him. Another incident was a prerequisite to his transfer into The Academy of Solomon. A witch caught him wandering and stole him away since he looked like a Shadow Nymph, a rare and powerful creature made of shadow. After he was taken, his family arrived on the scene; only to find that which they did not expect.
The witch had recently been attacking civilians, and other mages and druids had had trouble defeating it. When James's parents arrived, everything around the area was pitch black, and the witch was nothing but a mess of gore and bones. In James's hand, a large crossbow of shadow and across the ground lay countless tiny daggers. This caused him to be enrolled into the Academy of Solomon, and his classification as a Witch Hunter. |
9,113 | 254 | 2 | 859 | 1,660 | 'Not a fan of Leyline.'
"Well, you're going to have to get used to it." Li muttered to herself. She was carrying a medium size baggage pack and a big backpack and wearing a medium length black dress over a pair of leggings as well as a pair of knee-height black converse. Black made her feel protected and warm.
The Academy was... Interesting, to say the least. Surely there was more to it than a huge mansion. Probably a couple underground chambers or the like. A lot of the seniors were entering the mansion already and Li figured that asking one of them what she was supposed to do would be the best course of action, yet there were a couple others who stood out to her. They certainly looked as young as Edge, so they were probably new students like herself.
There was a girl and a boy. Naturally, she walked toward the boy (James).
"Hello. Where are new students supposed to go?" | -------- |
9,114 | 254 | 3 | 1,201 | 1,269 | Darlene's father did not even bother to see her off from the airport, not that she expected him to anyways. At least her older brother, Junior, was nice enough to drop her off. Though his goodbye was definitely not pleasant.
"Try not to get killed, bitch," he called out from his pick-up truck.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Thanks for your concern," she shouted back.
She thought about her younger brother, Simon. She already missed him and it has only been an hour since she last saw him. But she was ready to start her journey to prove to her father that she had what it takes to be a hunter like him.
One long flight and cab ride later, she arrives in front of the famous Academy of Solomon. Carrying her luggage in one hand, she entered without hesitation. There were already a couple of people here, but she did not pay too much attention to them. She simply wanted to get into her room and settle down as soon as possible so they can start the entire hoedown as soon as possible. She did not know where to head, but as long as she was going forward it should be fine.
Somehow she was able to figure out where she was supposed to go; thanks to the help of some of the staff on campus. She entered her dorm and saw that she was the first one there. She could not help but wonder who her roommate would be, even though that wasn't too important. She began to unpack her stuff, which wasn't much. All she had was a couple sets of clothes, her trusty ax, and other necessities. She decided to stay in the room until her room mate arrived as she wanted to formally meet them. It was the only the polite thing to do after all. | Name: Darlene McGarvin
Appearance:
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Type: Descendant
School: Beast Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Bio:
Born into a long line of werewolf hunters, Darlene was no pushover. She had three older brothers and one younger brother so she was the only girl in the family. Her mother was not a hunter, but her father was and he trained all of his children to become one; well, all except Darlene. Because she was a girl, he wanted her to have nothing to do with hunting and would tell her to always stay in the house and help her mother with the housework, much to her dismay.
Fortunately, her younger brother, Simon, was sympathetic of the situation, so every night when they had the chance, he would teach her everything that they had learned that day. Soon enough, Simon realized that Darlene made a better hunter than him and their older brothers.
Couple years go by like this and Darlene thought that she was ready to become acknowledged as a hunter too. She confronted her father, who was completely outraged that Simon and she would do this behind his back. Though thanks to much convincing by Simon, her mother, and Darlene herself, he agreed that he would send her to a Beast Hunter school and that if she managed to graduate, he would finally acknowledge her as a hunter.
Now heading to the academy, Darlene is determined to show her worth and earn her father's faith. She does not intend to let anything or anyone distract her from her goal. |
9,115 | 254 | 4 | 1,972 | 780 | Alex walked up the steps towards the academy, but stopped and turned around like he heard someone call out to him. He sighed before he continued up the stairs. His Soul Edge was chained and wrapped in cloth on his back and occasionally it twitched. Alex stopped at the stop of the stairs and looked at the academy that looked more like a mansion rather than a school.
“Time to prove to my peers I’m ready to become a member of the Holy cross. I promise I’ll make all of you proud,” Alex said before he took his first steps into the academy. His first trial was already over. His journey started at the doors of the Holy Crosses church where he was given a sort of going away party, but it was more a pray session. From there he trenched all the way to the academy on foot. Venturing through dark forests and braving the elements to finally make it here.
“I don’t need you laughing,” Alex said as though he was talking to someone, but rather when he said this his Weapon on his back twitched. Alex shook his head and continued into the courtyard. Just remember, they’re only voices of evil that will stray you down the path of evil. You’re training has help you block out their noise. Alex thought.
Alex walked over to a large tree and sat under it, still keeping his weapon chained and wrapped in cloth on his back. Each link of the chain looked like a cross and the cloth looked like it had a pattern on it. Should someone unravel the cloth they would see a large silver cross with wings and scriptures written all around the cross in a circular motion. Alex sat down and laid against the tree to rest for a while. | Name: Alexander Cross
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Type: Crusader
School: Demon Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Soul Eater Abilities:
Soul Taker: Absorb and trap malevolent, demonic, and evil souls with in. (Only able to trap five souls at this point)
Soul Crush: Use the Trapped souls as kinetic energy to be used as bombs. (Can only use once per day)
Soul Refuge: Summon and Control the trapped souls within Soul Edge (Has not master and therefore can not use)
Soul Eater down falls:
Soul Taker: if more soul are taken that able to handle. user will be corrupted and possessed by every soul inside Soul Edge.
Soul Crush: uses a massive amount of energy from user and if energy is lacking. Soul bombs will actually attack the user instead of enemy.
Soul Refuge: once used, the user has a risk of being taken over by one or all of the souls to be changed into a massive creature of evil.
Bio:
Alex was born into a clan of Demon hunters known as the Holy Cross. A group of priest and priestesses whose sole purpose is to hunt down demons and any other malevolent or evil creature. From a young age Alex was trained in their way of fighting to prep him for the trials ahead. Alex’s road was both physically and mentally straining, but it was all so he could wield the Holy Cross’s greatest weapons known as Soul Edge. Weapons filled with divine power to absorb and trap malevolent, demonic, and evil souls with in and allow the wielder to use them in battle. .
Every member of the Holy Cross must go through rigorous and dangerous trials to even be able to wield such a powerful, yet dangerous power. Should a member not be ready to wield a Soul Edge, their very soul will be taken over by the many malevolent, demonic, and evil souls trapped within. Alex has already proven himself to be able to wield one of the Soul Edges, but he is unable to wield it at its full potential. For that, he must travel to the Academy of Solomon like many of his mentors have done. Once he is able to fully control his Soul Edge, Alex will be a full fledge member of the Holy Cross. However, should he be taken over by the many souls he has inside his Soul Edge. He’ll become nothing more than another Demon the Holy Cross will have to deal with. |
9,116 | 254 | 5 | 2,633 | 3,130 | After spinning, and entirely forgetting the reason for doing so, a girl came up and questioned about where new arrivals should go. Looking at her, she seemed kinda out of it. Though James wasn't really one to judge.
"Not gonna lie I'll be damned if I know. I'm still trying to figure it out myself." he replied, looking at her with a look of "What did you really expect from a guy spinning in circles" covered up with "I have no fucking clue..." Then another girl entered, walking straight and talking to a person on the grounds who pointed her in the general direction of where to go.
"I assume we can ask that guy or someone like him and he will let us know. At least, I hope." he said, walking up to the guy and asking where on Earth the new comers were supposed to go. He pointed to an area which was apparently the dorm rooms and James made his way there, gesturing for the girl to come with him.
"Names James by the way. James Ferron. Nice to meet another new comer." he said, trying to make some general conversation with the newer person. | Name: James "Sundown" Ferren
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Type: Mage, Shadow Elemental
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Complete Darkness: Completely blind an enemy as long as the caster or target is in a shadow. AOE spell, causes everything in a circle around either the caster or target to become pitch black. (About 35m)
Shadow Constructs: Create an objects or form out of shadow, as long as there is a shadow nearby. This can include weapons, armour, walls, shields, buildings or servants.
Bio: Born into a family of mages, James was mostly an outsider. His parents and relatives all used light based magic, whereas James clearly possessed a dark ability. Shadows would converge densely around him and people often had trouble discerning his form. This led to several accidents, including a supposed sighting of a mythical creature where the hunters tranquillised him. Another incident was a prerequisite to his transfer into The Academy of Solomon. A witch caught him wandering and stole him away since he looked like a Shadow Nymph, a rare and powerful creature made of shadow. After he was taken, his family arrived on the scene; only to find that which they did not expect.
The witch had recently been attacking civilians, and other mages and druids had had trouble defeating it. When James's parents arrived, everything around the area was pitch black, and the witch was nothing but a mess of gore and bones. In James's hand, a large crossbow of shadow and across the ground lay countless tiny daggers. This caused him to be enrolled into the Academy of Solomon, and his classification as a Witch Hunter. |
9,117 | 254 | 6 | 492 | 62 | Eisen stepped out of the cab and walked in to the school courtyard. He took a moment to survey the scene before continuing. He decided it was best he go to the witch hunter dorm hall and meet his team immediately. He was not here to make friends, he was here to graduate and bring honor to his family name. He dint know exactly where to go, but he knew he would find his way there. He wanted to keep an eye out for a gym and a library while making his way to the hall. Hunting creatures of darkness was no easy task for a mere human and he knew keeping his body and mind in top shape was key to success. Eisen continued to walk. | Name: Eisen Torquemada
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Type: Crusader
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon: Holy Hammer
Bio: Eisen Torquemada was born in a small village in Spain to a poor family of witch hunters. He was quickly brought up to abhor magic users and see them as weak and cowardly. Instead he was taught to trust and strengthen his own body to overcome the unnatural evil in this world.
Coming from a long family line of witch Hunters, Torquemada has learned to not trust any magic users and instead go on brute strength and determination to overcome the supernatural. Even now, magic using classmates are meet with strong superstition and abhorrence. He can be seen as stubborn, arrogant, and cold hearted, but underneath his cold exterior is a only pain and misguidance. His goal is to prove his family name worthy and has enlisted into the Academy with his fathers sacred family hammer to do so. |
9,118 | 254 | 7 | 157 | 3,052 | Next person to arrive stepped out of the back seat of a rolls Rolls Royce, he was dressed in a white fine suit, chain mail hidden underneath it all. He stepped out, pulling on a pair of smart glasses brushing his blonde hair off to the side. Clipped on to his belt was a sword, the designs on hilt and scabbard were golden and intricate the sword looked new and clean yet old and powerful all at once. The boy retrieved a single bag from inside the car as he turned back and stepped up towards the school.
"My, my David I would think you had date, but we both know that mean some one actually liking you." Another boy called out as he walked up. Edge dressed in black, a long open trench coat. Under that he dressed thick in black frabric with a with lots of pocket, sitting atop his head an old fashion witch hunters hat. A Van Helsing, all of them dressed like that a fear tactic as well as a good way to stay anonymous. Edge Van Helsing made his over the other Descendant, they both began to walk up towards the manor.
David responded. "My family will arrange marriage, I do not need to date. You should really update your look Edward you look so dull in that."
Edge rolled his eyes and as other students kind of stepped back watching the two Hunter. "My look is classic, besides at least I don't look like my mother dressed me up for the first day of school."
The Pendragon decided to strike a nerve. "Well at least my mother is around, Helsing."
The moment the words met his ears, Edge's fist shot towards him. He decked Pendragon in the nose knocking the larger boy back as his hand covered his bloodied nose. "You say one more thing about my mother and I will pump you full of holes. That scabbard my prevent your death but you still feel pain." He snarled and noticed they were kind of being stared at. Edge calmly head up towards the top floors. As he did he spotted Li, he'd seen her earlier on the train, he yelled to her as he climbed the stairs. "All first years go to the top floor, they've got signs up telling you what hall your in." He told her before he vanished up the stairs.
David's nose healed quickly but he stared at the blood stain on his hand cursing that no good brat. Still he knew where to strike to get to him, now he just needed a way to use that. Collecting himself the Pendragon walked upstairs to find his room. | Name: Edward "Edge" Van Helsing
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Type: Descendant
School: Monster Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s): Mercy and Paragon
Bio: The Helsing line is one of misfortune and trouble. Edward's mother died giving birth to him, his father was a seasoned hunter. They lived in London until Edward turned nine, when disaster struck his family again. A cult of vampires gathered and assaulted the Helsing manor, a young Edward awoke to his the manor servants screaming as they vampire feasted upon them. Edge's father was surrounded gunning down each as they approached. Edge himself had collected one of the silver swords from the manors great hall. Then made his way to the window looking for his father, as the house caught fire.
Edge arrived in time to see his father drained of life, and discarded. Edge had never had drive to be violent, not until that day. In truth no Helsing is born a Hunter, nearly all of them suffer and that vengeance that burns in their hearts, that is what makes a Helsing fight. When this near year old child, with only a sword in hand saw the death of not only of his father but also of his friends and caretakers he broke. He jumped out the window crashing down upon the vampire he struck it blow after blow after blow. When his arms gave out he dropped the sword.
Luckily for Edge some of the staff had survived, now the heir of his branch of the Helsing family Edge spent days training. He also took up music, the violin specifically. It had been his mothers, now with both his parents gone he did his best to remember and learn things about them. Finally after training for years he was accepted into the Academy, choosing to train in Monster Hunting due to the fact he felt Vampire hunting would present little challenge. While tough and cocky at times, Edge backs this up with lethal aim and fast paced movement, his sword and knives skills are impressive however he knows little of magic or demons. |
9,119 | 254 | 8 | 859 | 1,660 | Hm. Li nodded and followed James, bowing slightly once he introduced himself. "I'm Li Lane. It's nice to meet you too, James Ferron. Are you perh-"
The commotion at the entrance distracted her. Figures, it was Edge. Why was it that she could never meet normal people on trains? They always had to be either violent or antisocial! Li stared at Edge as he walked past and gave her the directions. Once he vanished, Li turned to James and gave him an awkward smile. "I met him on the train."
'Sure you met him on the train, I made you sit next to him, Li.'
"Anyway, let's go." She said as she started walking again toward their hall with James. A moment later she picked the conversation up again. "Which Hunter school are you going to be a part of? You don't look like a Van Helsing or a Pendragon, that's for sure." | -------- |
9,120 | 254 | 9 | 492 | 62 | Eisen interrupted the two from behind before James could finish. "Excuse me" he said. His words were stern but polite. "I see you two appear to be going to the same hall as me, i take it we will be on the same team. I want to introduce myself. My name is Eisen Torquemada." He extended a hand to shake. Eisens intentions were to figure out his companions quickly as he thought it would make their missions efficient. He was hopping to find those he could trust to do their job and be as hard working as he was. | Name: Eisen Torquemada
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Type: Crusader
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon: Holy Hammer
Bio: Eisen Torquemada was born in a small village in Spain to a poor family of witch hunters. He was quickly brought up to abhor magic users and see them as weak and cowardly. Instead he was taught to trust and strengthen his own body to overcome the unnatural evil in this world.
Coming from a long family line of witch Hunters, Torquemada has learned to not trust any magic users and instead go on brute strength and determination to overcome the supernatural. Even now, magic using classmates are meet with strong superstition and abhorrence. He can be seen as stubborn, arrogant, and cold hearted, but underneath his cold exterior is a only pain and misguidance. His goal is to prove his family name worthy and has enlisted into the Academy with his fathers sacred family hammer to do so. |
9,121 | 254 | 10 | 2,654 | 2,774 | St Michael gave a look over of the Academy, it certainly wasn't what he had expected. It looked like place where evil stuff could happen, but he wasn't going to leave since the church had wanted to attend and partake in the hunting of demons. With his bag of stuff including his Axe of Truth, Michael walked up the steps and saw other students begin to the enter the academy. He was going to be learning how to become a demon hunter so he thought it would be a good idea to get to know his follow demon hunter trainees.
The rules of the Academy were pretty tough and Michael realized that this would be a sink or swim kind of deal so he would have to fight harder to earn his place among the school. He then saw Edge punch Paragon on the nose and Michael was about to go and break up the fight, but it was over and Edge threatened the student. He would have to keep an eye on the boy in case he got into anymore fights. Barely at school and already there were students getting violent with each other. They certainly weren't trained in The Seven Paths of God, and there quick to violence showed it.
He decided to follow Li and James in the direction they instructed to by Edge. As he walked he listened to them converse and heard Li ask James if he was part of the witch hunter school. He wanted to get in on the conversation, but it would be better to wait and let them converse for a bit. He also was curious to hear which hunting school they would be in. St Michael had his divine axe strapped to his belt now after seeing the show of violence with Edge and Paragon. In case someone attacked him he would be prepared to defend himself.
Another student named Eisen came over and interrupted them to introduce himself. Not too polite this one it, he thought to himself as he still continued to listen to the conversation. | Name: St Michael
Appearance: St Michael stands at about five feet and nine inches tall. His body is very athletically built and has muscle. He has bright red hair and fierce green eyes. He wears a white tunic with a design like the ones that Christian crusaders wore, and black pants that are good for movement. His footwear is black boots made up of leather and animal fur. He also wears a necklace with the holy cross on the end
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Type: crusader
School: Demon Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s): The Axe of Truth
The Axe of Truth is a divine weapon that is deadly to evil and can get past magical resistance, another of its capabilities is to glow brightly in darkness when he wills it. It also will always return to him no matter how far he throws it.
Bio: There exists a catholic church of fighting priests whose skill in the arts of armed and unarmed combat are legend. The best among these fighting priests go on to become crusaders of The Keys of Solomon. This is where St Michael's story begins. Many years ago when he was an infant the church of fighting priests found him on their doorstep and they took him in as one of their own. From a very young age Michael displayed great potential in the arts of combat and they trained him in their martial art known as the Seven Paths of God. They believed that his in blood was the power of a heavenly angel and gave him the name St Michael for they believed him to be the Archangel reincarnated in mortal form to battle with the forces of the devil.
As he grew older his skills increased and his speed was faster than any of the other priests of the church and his body healed quicker than any normal human. It was then that they revealed to him the secret of how there was more than just him left on their doorstep, but also an axe with divine properties. Feeling that he was ready to use the weapon, they gave it to him and Michael named it The Axe of Truth. With his training among the priests nearly finished, they decided that he would attend The Academy of Solomon where he would train in the hunt of demons and help in the crusade of destroying evil.
Even though he would have preferred to stay with the church, he understand that his destiny called him to other place and life of a hero awaited him. Michael also wondered what the other students would be like and he was especially curious to meet other crusaders. He was incredibly tenacious and wouldn't give up on his hero's journey to become a great warrior against the forces of darkness. |
9,122 | 254 | 11 | 1,480 | 11 | Lilah took a deep, steadying breath. This is it.
She smoothed out her expression and stepped through the door. I'm going to survive, become a hunter, claim the power of a hunter. And then... And then, she honestly didn't know. What did she really want? Revenge? Understanding?
Well, there would be time to figure that out later. For now, she should focus on living.
"Well at least my mother is around, Helsing." That caught her attention. Her lips twisted into a sneer, she couldn't help it. As though a living mother somehow made one inherently superior.
She bit her lip to keep from laughing when the other boy punched the one who had spoken. She listened to his threat and thought that it wouldn't be such a bad thing if he made good on it. She was briefly surprised at herself, but then she thought that perhaps she shouldn't be.
She started up the stairs with a slight zest to her step that hadn't been there before. She still felt alone and threatened, but this might not be so bad in spite of that. | Name: Lilah Regis
Appearance:
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Type: Mage, Lightning Elemental
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s): Summon Lightning, which produces and directs lightning bolts. Electrical Charge, a more subtle spell that sends an electric current into whatever she is touching.
Bio: An only child who never knew her father, Lilah always felt close to her mother Melania, who was an unsanctioned witch and trained her in her magic from a young age. She lived in contentment, notwithstanding some difficulty connecting with her peers; their worlds were free of the wonder of magic and the danger presented by hunters. Her mother was the only one she could talk to about the way things really were.
It was when she was fourteen that the hunter came and everything changed. She arrived home from school just the same as she usually did. She wondered why the window was broken, but she didn't expect to find her mother sprawled in the kitchen, gasping her last breaths, a perfectly average-looking man raising his sword for the final blow. She just froze, unable to move as the sword fell in an instant. She cried out, then, and hurled lightning at the man, but she was so shaken that her aim went wild and set the table on fire instead. Panicking, she ran.
She was exhausted by the time the hunter found her. He said that his name was Michael and that he was sorry but Melania Regis was dangerous, had killed people. He made her an offer: train at a Hunter School and become a Key of Solomon and protect humanity. She looked at him and thought about how she was a witch and apparently the daughter of a murderer and the offer was no real choice at all, surely he would kill her if she said no.
“Yes,” she murmured, and then closed her eyes in surrender to her exhaustion. |
9,123 | 254 | 12 | 2,633 | 3,130 | The girl introduced herself as Li, and then spoke about someone she had met on a train. Then which hunter school he would be participating in.
"Not that it's my first choice, but I have been named a Witch Hunter by my family." he replied, still kind of annoyed at how little choice little choice he got in the matter. "And what about you? To me you kinda look like a demon hunter.. Close?" he asked, not particularly interested but still showing some kind of curiosity. "Oh and no, I am not part of any noble family like the Pendragons of the others. Though I was born into a family of powerful mages, if that's something to think brag about." then some guy walked past and pointed James in the general direction of where to go. Ive seen that kid somewhere... Is he that Van Hellsing... Oh christ, it is as well... Fuck he thought as it slowly dawned upon him that he might have to be along side a bastard from a noble family. | Name: James "Sundown" Ferren
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Type: Mage, Shadow Elemental
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Complete Darkness: Completely blind an enemy as long as the caster or target is in a shadow. AOE spell, causes everything in a circle around either the caster or target to become pitch black. (About 35m)
Shadow Constructs: Create an objects or form out of shadow, as long as there is a shadow nearby. This can include weapons, armour, walls, shields, buildings or servants.
Bio: Born into a family of mages, James was mostly an outsider. His parents and relatives all used light based magic, whereas James clearly possessed a dark ability. Shadows would converge densely around him and people often had trouble discerning his form. This led to several accidents, including a supposed sighting of a mythical creature where the hunters tranquillised him. Another incident was a prerequisite to his transfer into The Academy of Solomon. A witch caught him wandering and stole him away since he looked like a Shadow Nymph, a rare and powerful creature made of shadow. After he was taken, his family arrived on the scene; only to find that which they did not expect.
The witch had recently been attacking civilians, and other mages and druids had had trouble defeating it. When James's parents arrived, everything around the area was pitch black, and the witch was nothing but a mess of gore and bones. In James's hand, a large crossbow of shadow and across the ground lay countless tiny daggers. This caused him to be enrolled into the Academy of Solomon, and his classification as a Witch Hunter. |
9,124 | 254 | 13 | 492 | 62 | After a minute or so lost Estelle finally found some tracks of where her room was going to be, before going on though the sight of a fight caught her attention, mostly because of the name, not exactly what she expected from a school like this, which was both good and bad news. Soon after she was back on her tracks following the flow of students that was forming on the way to the dormitory. For now she preferred to stay quiet and just listen to the others speak, it was the safest option after all first impressions were important and she wanted to plan those properly.
Finally in her room she had the first chance to sit down and relax ever since she left France. Almost collapsing with her luggage on the bed she sighed loudly before stretching out.
"To think this was the place that trained the people who executed my ancestors..." she commented to herself as she examined the room and her belongings "But that is the past, all I have to do is to survive, train and avoid being strange so I don't end up catching unwanted attention. Though with flashy people like that Hellsing boy it will be easy to blend-in" | Name: Eisen Torquemada
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Type: Crusader
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon: Holy Hammer
Bio: Eisen Torquemada was born in a small village in Spain to a poor family of witch hunters. He was quickly brought up to abhor magic users and see them as weak and cowardly. Instead he was taught to trust and strengthen his own body to overcome the unnatural evil in this world.
Coming from a long family line of witch Hunters, Torquemada has learned to not trust any magic users and instead go on brute strength and determination to overcome the supernatural. Even now, magic using classmates are meet with strong superstition and abhorrence. He can be seen as stubborn, arrogant, and cold hearted, but underneath his cold exterior is a only pain and misguidance. His goal is to prove his family name worthy and has enlisted into the Academy with his fathers sacred family hammer to do so. |
9,125 | 254 | 14 | 1,201 | 1,269 | Darlene was fiddling around with her ax when someone opened the door. She was a bit startled when a guy just walked into the room, and for a moment gripped her ax tightly, in case it was an intruder. But then the guy started to unpack his stuff, completely ignoring her existence entirely. "Co-ed rooming? Really? Well it's not that bad. I've lived with 4 brothers my entire life, but still..." she thought to herself.
"Uh, hello?" she said, trying to get his attention. "I'm guessing you're my roommate?" She ran her fingers through her hair awkwardly. She was not really much of a people person, and was not really expecting a male roommate. He better not try to pull anything while she was asleep or else he will definitely get his arms chopped off. Though she didn't think she would have a problem with him; he looked harmless enough.
"I'm Darlene. Beast Hunter. You?" she asked once she got his attention. She extended her hand towards him, offering to shake his hand. | Name: Darlene McGarvin
Appearance:
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Type: Descendant
School: Beast Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Bio:
Born into a long line of werewolf hunters, Darlene was no pushover. She had three older brothers and one younger brother so she was the only girl in the family. Her mother was not a hunter, but her father was and he trained all of his children to become one; well, all except Darlene. Because she was a girl, he wanted her to have nothing to do with hunting and would tell her to always stay in the house and help her mother with the housework, much to her dismay.
Fortunately, her younger brother, Simon, was sympathetic of the situation, so every night when they had the chance, he would teach her everything that they had learned that day. Soon enough, Simon realized that Darlene made a better hunter than him and their older brothers.
Couple years go by like this and Darlene thought that she was ready to become acknowledged as a hunter too. She confronted her father, who was completely outraged that Simon and she would do this behind his back. Though thanks to much convincing by Simon, her mother, and Darlene herself, he agreed that he would send her to a Beast Hunter school and that if she managed to graduate, he would finally acknowledge her as a hunter.
Now heading to the academy, Darlene is determined to show her worth and earn her father's faith. She does not intend to let anything or anyone distract her from her goal. |
9,126 | 254 | 15 | 492 | 62 | Eisen was startled by the girl in the room. He knew he had to bunk with a room mate but a girl? He didn't really feel comfortable with this living arrangement. He grew up with old traditions from his family and this was a definite taboo.
She extended her hand and he firmly grabbed it to shake it. "I am Eisen Torquemada, Witch hunter. Please to meet you ma'am. Im sorry to intrude i didn't know that you'd be a... well... girl. Next time i will knock". Eisen tried to judge her character to see how efficient she would be in battle. As far as he could tell, she seemed descent but the true test will be out on a mission. "Where are you from Darlene?". He normally wasn't a talker and would not care for conversation but the awkwardness was to much to bear. | Name: Eisen Torquemada
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Type: Crusader
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon: Holy Hammer
Bio: Eisen Torquemada was born in a small village in Spain to a poor family of witch hunters. He was quickly brought up to abhor magic users and see them as weak and cowardly. Instead he was taught to trust and strengthen his own body to overcome the unnatural evil in this world.
Coming from a long family line of witch Hunters, Torquemada has learned to not trust any magic users and instead go on brute strength and determination to overcome the supernatural. Even now, magic using classmates are meet with strong superstition and abhorrence. He can be seen as stubborn, arrogant, and cold hearted, but underneath his cold exterior is a only pain and misguidance. His goal is to prove his family name worthy and has enlisted into the Academy with his fathers sacred family hammer to do so. |
9,127 | 254 | 16 | 859 | 1,660 | Li looked James over, fixing her gaze on his face in time to pick up on his discomfort when talking about being a Witch Hunter. She filed it under the interesting things to question him on later. Satisfied for the moment, Li nodded at him once he finished speaking and spoke herself. "Yes, I'm a Demon Hunter... Or at least, I'm training to become one."
"As for bragging about it, you could if you wanted to. I don't mind." Li shrugged. Once he looked away from James, she realized they had almost reached their hall. "I'm sorry for cutting the conversation short, James Ferron, but I have to get settled." She said with a polite smile as she wiggled her pack and backpack. A moment later she had vanished into her room and closed the door.
Nobody was there.
Li let out a sigh of relief and set down her stuff. This place was far more crowded and noisy than she was used to and it had been taking a toll on her. She began to unpack her things and get ready for her stay at the Academy. | -------- |
9,128 | 254 | 17 | 157 | 3,052 | Having first gone to look around for the library Edge was quickly herded back to the top floor. He walked down to the hall he'd been assigned, most everyone was getting settled. So finding his room he walked looking at the girl who had beat him here. "Hello, Edge Van Helsing. I guess I'm your roommate." He said in much quieter voice, respectful. The boy then began to put his clothes away and began to place books on the shelves. Tomes on all creatures, some were journals and notes his ancestors had taken. "I'm a Monster Hunter, what do you plan to specialize in?" He asked putting last books on the shelf.
Edge then got his violin case placing that on his night stand he took off his hat throwing it on to the doorknob. He finally collapsed back on to his back. "Listen I'm sorry if you saw that fight earlier... Pendragons have a thing against my family and I hate how stuck up he is." He sighed turning on his side to face her. "So you ready for the first mission, I'm hoping we don't have any deaths. Would suck to lose someone on the first day." He said to the girl looking at her, his eyes shifted back to his nightstand then his violin. | Name: Edward "Edge" Van Helsing
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Type: Descendant
School: Monster Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s): Mercy and Paragon
Bio: The Helsing line is one of misfortune and trouble. Edward's mother died giving birth to him, his father was a seasoned hunter. They lived in London until Edward turned nine, when disaster struck his family again. A cult of vampires gathered and assaulted the Helsing manor, a young Edward awoke to his the manor servants screaming as they vampire feasted upon them. Edge's father was surrounded gunning down each as they approached. Edge himself had collected one of the silver swords from the manors great hall. Then made his way to the window looking for his father, as the house caught fire.
Edge arrived in time to see his father drained of life, and discarded. Edge had never had drive to be violent, not until that day. In truth no Helsing is born a Hunter, nearly all of them suffer and that vengeance that burns in their hearts, that is what makes a Helsing fight. When this near year old child, with only a sword in hand saw the death of not only of his father but also of his friends and caretakers he broke. He jumped out the window crashing down upon the vampire he struck it blow after blow after blow. When his arms gave out he dropped the sword.
Luckily for Edge some of the staff had survived, now the heir of his branch of the Helsing family Edge spent days training. He also took up music, the violin specifically. It had been his mothers, now with both his parents gone he did his best to remember and learn things about them. Finally after training for years he was accepted into the Academy, choosing to train in Monster Hunting due to the fact he felt Vampire hunting would present little challenge. While tough and cocky at times, Edge backs this up with lethal aim and fast paced movement, his sword and knives skills are impressive however he knows little of magic or demons. |
9,129 | 254 | 18 | 1,972 | 780 | Alex opened his eyes and stretched. He had been asleep for a few minutes, or so he thought. Alex stood up and checked his weapon on his back. It was still chained and clothed on his back. Must have been more tired than I thought. Alex thought before he walked towards the academy and its dorms. After finding his room number he proceeded towards it and unlocked the door.
“Not a bad shindig if you ask me,” Alex said to himself as he examined his room. He was the only one inside the room but he figured who ever his roommate was they’d be there shortly. The weapon on his back twitched to which Alex sighed, “Does it matter if it’s another demon hunter? I’m sure they wouldn’t put two demon hunters in the same dorm. Besides, it might be fun to learn about the other hunter classes.” With that he took his weapon from his back and placed it onto his bed and began to unpack. | Name: Alexander Cross
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Type: Crusader
School: Demon Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Soul Eater Abilities:
Soul Taker: Absorb and trap malevolent, demonic, and evil souls with in. (Only able to trap five souls at this point)
Soul Crush: Use the Trapped souls as kinetic energy to be used as bombs. (Can only use once per day)
Soul Refuge: Summon and Control the trapped souls within Soul Edge (Has not master and therefore can not use)
Soul Eater down falls:
Soul Taker: if more soul are taken that able to handle. user will be corrupted and possessed by every soul inside Soul Edge.
Soul Crush: uses a massive amount of energy from user and if energy is lacking. Soul bombs will actually attack the user instead of enemy.
Soul Refuge: once used, the user has a risk of being taken over by one or all of the souls to be changed into a massive creature of evil.
Bio:
Alex was born into a clan of Demon hunters known as the Holy Cross. A group of priest and priestesses whose sole purpose is to hunt down demons and any other malevolent or evil creature. From a young age Alex was trained in their way of fighting to prep him for the trials ahead. Alex’s road was both physically and mentally straining, but it was all so he could wield the Holy Cross’s greatest weapons known as Soul Edge. Weapons filled with divine power to absorb and trap malevolent, demonic, and evil souls with in and allow the wielder to use them in battle. .
Every member of the Holy Cross must go through rigorous and dangerous trials to even be able to wield such a powerful, yet dangerous power. Should a member not be ready to wield a Soul Edge, their very soul will be taken over by the many malevolent, demonic, and evil souls trapped within. Alex has already proven himself to be able to wield one of the Soul Edges, but he is unable to wield it at its full potential. For that, he must travel to the Academy of Solomon like many of his mentors have done. Once he is able to fully control his Soul Edge, Alex will be a full fledge member of the Holy Cross. However, should he be taken over by the many souls he has inside his Soul Edge. He’ll become nothing more than another Demon the Holy Cross will have to deal with. |
9,130 | 254 | 19 | 157 | 3,052 | Estelle surely didn't expect her roommate to be a boy, one of a known family no less, could the mangers of this place be testing her or did her family's significance fade out completely already? Considering even Estelle didn't carry the old family surname anymore the chances were on the later
"Well hello Edge, I'm Estelle Bertillon, I think we will be sharing this room for a while" the boy started to unpack his stuff and she couldn't help but to peek at all the tomes and books he had, some quite rare, as expected of someone with such ancestry "I'm training to become a demon hunter, not sure if its because of family tradition or because I'm too stingy to sell my soul. Oh and yeah I saw your fight with Pendragon, you did well by spilling his oh so noble blood across his face"
Finally his comment about what the day stored brought her to a more serious tone "Well, my specialization is Divination, being ready is literally my duty. And yeah, I hope everybody stays fine, though if someone had to die it would be best for it to be now when nobody created strong links than later... Ah ,sorry, I didn't want to be this morbid" | Name: Edward "Edge" Van Helsing
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Type: Descendant
School: Monster Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s): Mercy and Paragon
Bio: The Helsing line is one of misfortune and trouble. Edward's mother died giving birth to him, his father was a seasoned hunter. They lived in London until Edward turned nine, when disaster struck his family again. A cult of vampires gathered and assaulted the Helsing manor, a young Edward awoke to his the manor servants screaming as they vampire feasted upon them. Edge's father was surrounded gunning down each as they approached. Edge himself had collected one of the silver swords from the manors great hall. Then made his way to the window looking for his father, as the house caught fire.
Edge arrived in time to see his father drained of life, and discarded. Edge had never had drive to be violent, not until that day. In truth no Helsing is born a Hunter, nearly all of them suffer and that vengeance that burns in their hearts, that is what makes a Helsing fight. When this near year old child, with only a sword in hand saw the death of not only of his father but also of his friends and caretakers he broke. He jumped out the window crashing down upon the vampire he struck it blow after blow after blow. When his arms gave out he dropped the sword.
Luckily for Edge some of the staff had survived, now the heir of his branch of the Helsing family Edge spent days training. He also took up music, the violin specifically. It had been his mothers, now with both his parents gone he did his best to remember and learn things about them. Finally after training for years he was accepted into the Academy, choosing to train in Monster Hunting due to the fact he felt Vampire hunting would present little challenge. While tough and cocky at times, Edge backs this up with lethal aim and fast paced movement, his sword and knives skills are impressive however he knows little of magic or demons. |
9,131 | 254 | 20 | 1,201 | 1,269 | "Nice to meet you too, Eisen," she said, shaking his hands as well. It was a firm handshake, but she wasn't about to be outdone. She held his hand as firmly as he did hers. "I'm from Texas, in the United States of 'Merica. What about yourself?"
She took a seat on one of the beds. "Hope you don't mind, but I claimed this bed as my own." She was already unpacked but she wasn't sure what to do next. They were going to have their first mission soon but she didn't know where to go. Maybe Eisen would have a better idea of what was going on. She laid back, making herself comfortable while she waited for him to finish unpacking.
It was too early to know, but Eisen seemed like a decent guy. She could have been living with some worse creep. Hopefully they would get along just fine. Oh, that probably means they are probably on the same team too. She wondered who else was going to be on their team. | Name: Darlene McGarvin
Appearance:
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Type: Descendant
School: Beast Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Bio:
Born into a long line of werewolf hunters, Darlene was no pushover. She had three older brothers and one younger brother so she was the only girl in the family. Her mother was not a hunter, but her father was and he trained all of his children to become one; well, all except Darlene. Because she was a girl, he wanted her to have nothing to do with hunting and would tell her to always stay in the house and help her mother with the housework, much to her dismay.
Fortunately, her younger brother, Simon, was sympathetic of the situation, so every night when they had the chance, he would teach her everything that they had learned that day. Soon enough, Simon realized that Darlene made a better hunter than him and their older brothers.
Couple years go by like this and Darlene thought that she was ready to become acknowledged as a hunter too. She confronted her father, who was completely outraged that Simon and she would do this behind his back. Though thanks to much convincing by Simon, her mother, and Darlene herself, he agreed that he would send her to a Beast Hunter school and that if she managed to graduate, he would finally acknowledge her as a hunter.
Now heading to the academy, Darlene is determined to show her worth and earn her father's faith. She does not intend to let anything or anyone distract her from her goal. |
9,132 | 254 | 21 | 492 | 62 | My family is from Spain. I come form a long line of Witch hunters. I don't mind you taking that bed at this point what difference does it make. She seemed nice but he didn't want to get to befriend her. Not at this point, he wanted to make sure she survived this mission before making her a friend.
Eisen was assessing the situation. He was the type of guy who could figure things out real easily. He knew they would take a mission soon, but it seemed strange they would do it before training or any education. "They must be filtering out the weak" he thought. "They don't want to take time teaching those who cant survive the heat. These guys are serious". This is why he couldn't get close to any one at this point. An emotional impact this soon would not leave Eisen in the best mental capacity. But he hoped Darlene survived the first mission. She seemed really nice and he could tell she wanted to prove something, much like himself.
"You should prepare yourself for our up coming mission Darlene, we need to be at our best." He didn't mean to be so harsh, but he had seen enough death in his lifetime and didn't want to see any more. | Name: Eisen Torquemada
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Type: Crusader
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon: Holy Hammer
Bio: Eisen Torquemada was born in a small village in Spain to a poor family of witch hunters. He was quickly brought up to abhor magic users and see them as weak and cowardly. Instead he was taught to trust and strengthen his own body to overcome the unnatural evil in this world.
Coming from a long family line of witch Hunters, Torquemada has learned to not trust any magic users and instead go on brute strength and determination to overcome the supernatural. Even now, magic using classmates are meet with strong superstition and abhorrence. He can be seen as stubborn, arrogant, and cold hearted, but underneath his cold exterior is a only pain and misguidance. His goal is to prove his family name worthy and has enlisted into the Academy with his fathers sacred family hammer to do so. |
9,133 | 254 | 22 | 1,480 | 11 | The door was closed when Lilah reached her new room. She hesitated, then raised her hand and knocked, putting on a polite smile that she hoped would cover her nerves. What type of person would she be rooming with? She hoped that it wasn't a witch hunter, even though she was training to be one herself. | Name: Lilah Regis
Appearance:
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Type: Mage, Lightning Elemental
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s): Summon Lightning, which produces and directs lightning bolts. Electrical Charge, a more subtle spell that sends an electric current into whatever she is touching.
Bio: An only child who never knew her father, Lilah always felt close to her mother Melania, who was an unsanctioned witch and trained her in her magic from a young age. She lived in contentment, notwithstanding some difficulty connecting with her peers; their worlds were free of the wonder of magic and the danger presented by hunters. Her mother was the only one she could talk to about the way things really were.
It was when she was fourteen that the hunter came and everything changed. She arrived home from school just the same as she usually did. She wondered why the window was broken, but she didn't expect to find her mother sprawled in the kitchen, gasping her last breaths, a perfectly average-looking man raising his sword for the final blow. She just froze, unable to move as the sword fell in an instant. She cried out, then, and hurled lightning at the man, but she was so shaken that her aim went wild and set the table on fire instead. Panicking, she ran.
She was exhausted by the time the hunter found her. He said that his name was Michael and that he was sorry but Melania Regis was dangerous, had killed people. He made her an offer: train at a Hunter School and become a Key of Solomon and protect humanity. She looked at him and thought about how she was a witch and apparently the daughter of a murderer and the offer was no real choice at all, surely he would kill her if she said no.
“Yes,” she murmured, and then closed her eyes in surrender to her exhaustion. |
9,134 | 254 | 23 | 859 | 1,660 | Li turned toward the door once the knocking started, setting down the clothes, all either black or white, she was folding and putting inside the closet. She straightened her dress and walked to the door, opening it. She stared at the girl outside the room for a moment. Very young and certainly not comfortable with her situation, if her strained polite smile was something to be led by. Li then stood to the side, extending her arm toward the free bed.
"I take it we're roommates, then." She said with a genuine smile, a contrast to her makeup, dark clothing and behaviour up until then. She just couldn't afford to bring herself to be cold to this girl, as she'd be the one she'd live with from now on. | -------- |
9,135 | 254 | 24 | 2,633 | 3,130 | James found himself quite surprised by his guessing of Li's school, and then suddenly found himself outside of the hall. Li excused herself, and James followed over and went into his own room. Empty. Figures. Like anyone would choose to be room-mates with me he mused in his head, slightly baffled by the idea of anyone actually choosing to be his room-mate, or being randomly chosen for that matter. Around him the shadows converged as he turned on the light, casting aside said shadows unto the corners of the room. He dropped his bag onto the bed and began to unpack the little bits he had brought along: some clothes, a couple daggers, an old spell tome and a necklace bearing the emblem of his family. Not a well known family, that is, but still a moderately respected family of mages none the less.
Unpacking his inventory, James figured he should "practise" some of his abilities before the first mission or training drill. Switching off the light, he forged his clear favourite weapon; a dual barrelled crossbow already loaded - flickering with the thousands of shadows he had woven together to create the masterpiece. It was a great weapon, and very reliable; capable of long distance kills and pinpoint accuracy. The perfect witch killing weapon, as it didn't require the wielder to get close whilst still having enough power to kill one instantly - well, almost instantly. The shadows danced, a their shape flickered from the crossbow to a long, curved sword. A beautifully crafted blade worthy of use by even the Silverhand clan. The shadows were truly magnificent creatures. | Name: James "Sundown" Ferren
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Type: Mage, Shadow Elemental
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Complete Darkness: Completely blind an enemy as long as the caster or target is in a shadow. AOE spell, causes everything in a circle around either the caster or target to become pitch black. (About 35m)
Shadow Constructs: Create an objects or form out of shadow, as long as there is a shadow nearby. This can include weapons, armour, walls, shields, buildings or servants.
Bio: Born into a family of mages, James was mostly an outsider. His parents and relatives all used light based magic, whereas James clearly possessed a dark ability. Shadows would converge densely around him and people often had trouble discerning his form. This led to several accidents, including a supposed sighting of a mythical creature where the hunters tranquillised him. Another incident was a prerequisite to his transfer into The Academy of Solomon. A witch caught him wandering and stole him away since he looked like a Shadow Nymph, a rare and powerful creature made of shadow. After he was taken, his family arrived on the scene; only to find that which they did not expect.
The witch had recently been attacking civilians, and other mages and druids had had trouble defeating it. When James's parents arrived, everything around the area was pitch black, and the witch was nothing but a mess of gore and bones. In James's hand, a large crossbow of shadow and across the ground lay countless tiny daggers. This caused him to be enrolled into the Academy of Solomon, and his classification as a Witch Hunter. |
9,136 | 254 | 25 | 2,654 | 2,774 | St Michael headed for his dorm and after hearing that it would be a two person room he wondered who his roommate would be. He hoped that it wasn't one of the students more prone to violence because that would rather annoying to have to deal with troublemakers. Either way he wouldn't allow a mean student to prevent him from becoming a master demon hunter and his training in the seven virtues of the Catholic faith taught him patience. After a bit of walking he soon came to the dorms and found his room. He saw that there was another boy there with a strange weapon and that gave a few guessed to what type of hunter he was training to be.
"Good afternoon, my name is St Michael and I guess that I'm your roommate" he said to the boy as he put his bag on his bed and unpacked his Axe of Truth and placed the weapon onto the mattress. Unpacking would probably be the easiest part of his stay at the academy and he was ready for whatever this school might throw at him. After he finished taking out his things Michael chose to do a bit of stretching and some push ups to keep his body in shape and once he was done with introductions with his roommate he would try to find a gym or some training area to practice. | Name: St Michael
Appearance: St Michael stands at about five feet and nine inches tall. His body is very athletically built and has muscle. He has bright red hair and fierce green eyes. He wears a white tunic with a design like the ones that Christian crusaders wore, and black pants that are good for movement. His footwear is black boots made up of leather and animal fur. He also wears a necklace with the holy cross on the end
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Type: crusader
School: Demon Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s): The Axe of Truth
The Axe of Truth is a divine weapon that is deadly to evil and can get past magical resistance, another of its capabilities is to glow brightly in darkness when he wills it. It also will always return to him no matter how far he throws it.
Bio: There exists a catholic church of fighting priests whose skill in the arts of armed and unarmed combat are legend. The best among these fighting priests go on to become crusaders of The Keys of Solomon. This is where St Michael's story begins. Many years ago when he was an infant the church of fighting priests found him on their doorstep and they took him in as one of their own. From a very young age Michael displayed great potential in the arts of combat and they trained him in their martial art known as the Seven Paths of God. They believed that his in blood was the power of a heavenly angel and gave him the name St Michael for they believed him to be the Archangel reincarnated in mortal form to battle with the forces of the devil.
As he grew older his skills increased and his speed was faster than any of the other priests of the church and his body healed quicker than any normal human. It was then that they revealed to him the secret of how there was more than just him left on their doorstep, but also an axe with divine properties. Feeling that he was ready to use the weapon, they gave it to him and Michael named it The Axe of Truth. With his training among the priests nearly finished, they decided that he would attend The Academy of Solomon where he would train in the hunt of demons and help in the crusade of destroying evil.
Even though he would have preferred to stay with the church, he understand that his destiny called him to other place and life of a hero awaited him. Michael also wondered what the other students would be like and he was especially curious to meet other crusaders. He was incredibly tenacious and wouldn't give up on his hero's journey to become a great warrior against the forces of darkness. |
9,137 | 254 | 26 | 1,972 | 780 | Alex looked up and saw a man walk in and introduce himself. Alex smiled and shook the man’s hand and said, “Good to meet you St. Michael. I’m Alexander Cross, but you can call me Alex for short.” Alex’s weapon twitched on his bed as he introduced himself. However, Alex knew the twitching was actually quivering.
“I take it you’re in the Demon Hunter class St. Michael. If I may ask: what group of Demon Hunters are you affiliated with? While I was training with the Holy Cross, they talked about the other groups of Demon Hunters out there,” Alex said. Once again Alex’s weapon twitched and Alex looked over to the weapon and said, “No matter how many times you protest it. You’re going to have to deal with it.” Alex shook his head and laughed. | Name: Alexander Cross
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Type: Crusader
School: Demon Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Soul Eater Abilities:
Soul Taker: Absorb and trap malevolent, demonic, and evil souls with in. (Only able to trap five souls at this point)
Soul Crush: Use the Trapped souls as kinetic energy to be used as bombs. (Can only use once per day)
Soul Refuge: Summon and Control the trapped souls within Soul Edge (Has not master and therefore can not use)
Soul Eater down falls:
Soul Taker: if more soul are taken that able to handle. user will be corrupted and possessed by every soul inside Soul Edge.
Soul Crush: uses a massive amount of energy from user and if energy is lacking. Soul bombs will actually attack the user instead of enemy.
Soul Refuge: once used, the user has a risk of being taken over by one or all of the souls to be changed into a massive creature of evil.
Bio:
Alex was born into a clan of Demon hunters known as the Holy Cross. A group of priest and priestesses whose sole purpose is to hunt down demons and any other malevolent or evil creature. From a young age Alex was trained in their way of fighting to prep him for the trials ahead. Alex’s road was both physically and mentally straining, but it was all so he could wield the Holy Cross’s greatest weapons known as Soul Edge. Weapons filled with divine power to absorb and trap malevolent, demonic, and evil souls with in and allow the wielder to use them in battle. .
Every member of the Holy Cross must go through rigorous and dangerous trials to even be able to wield such a powerful, yet dangerous power. Should a member not be ready to wield a Soul Edge, their very soul will be taken over by the many malevolent, demonic, and evil souls trapped within. Alex has already proven himself to be able to wield one of the Soul Edges, but he is unable to wield it at its full potential. For that, he must travel to the Academy of Solomon like many of his mentors have done. Once he is able to fully control his Soul Edge, Alex will be a full fledge member of the Holy Cross. However, should he be taken over by the many souls he has inside his Soul Edge. He’ll become nothing more than another Demon the Holy Cross will have to deal with. |
9,138 | 254 | 27 | 2,654 | 2,774 | He listened to Alex introduce himself and as he had guessed the boy was a demon hunter as well. It seemed like Alex also figured out that Michael was one too. Michael tried to remember if he had heard about the Holy Cross organization, the name sounded familiar and he remembered a few of the priest at his church possibly talking about them, but he didn't really stop to listen.
"I am part of The Church of The Fighting Priest. They haven't produced many demon hunters, but they wanted me to come here to train in the arts. They taught me their martial arts and gave me this divine axe as my weapon" he said to Alex and pointed at the slightly glowing weapon. He noticed his roommates weapon twitching and guessed that he might be a crusader with a magical weapon. Michael then listened to Alex speak to the weapon and he wondered if the thing had a mind of its own.
"Is that weapon safe? It looks malevolent" he asked his roommate cautiously. Even though his axe wasn't in his hand he could summon it to him if he wished it. | Name: St Michael
Appearance: St Michael stands at about five feet and nine inches tall. His body is very athletically built and has muscle. He has bright red hair and fierce green eyes. He wears a white tunic with a design like the ones that Christian crusaders wore, and black pants that are good for movement. His footwear is black boots made up of leather and animal fur. He also wears a necklace with the holy cross on the end
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Type: crusader
School: Demon Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s): The Axe of Truth
The Axe of Truth is a divine weapon that is deadly to evil and can get past magical resistance, another of its capabilities is to glow brightly in darkness when he wills it. It also will always return to him no matter how far he throws it.
Bio: There exists a catholic church of fighting priests whose skill in the arts of armed and unarmed combat are legend. The best among these fighting priests go on to become crusaders of The Keys of Solomon. This is where St Michael's story begins. Many years ago when he was an infant the church of fighting priests found him on their doorstep and they took him in as one of their own. From a very young age Michael displayed great potential in the arts of combat and they trained him in their martial art known as the Seven Paths of God. They believed that his in blood was the power of a heavenly angel and gave him the name St Michael for they believed him to be the Archangel reincarnated in mortal form to battle with the forces of the devil.
As he grew older his skills increased and his speed was faster than any of the other priests of the church and his body healed quicker than any normal human. It was then that they revealed to him the secret of how there was more than just him left on their doorstep, but also an axe with divine properties. Feeling that he was ready to use the weapon, they gave it to him and Michael named it The Axe of Truth. With his training among the priests nearly finished, they decided that he would attend The Academy of Solomon where he would train in the hunt of demons and help in the crusade of destroying evil.
Even though he would have preferred to stay with the church, he understand that his destiny called him to other place and life of a hero awaited him. Michael also wondered what the other students would be like and he was especially curious to meet other crusaders. He was incredibly tenacious and wouldn't give up on his hero's journey to become a great warrior against the forces of darkness. |
9,139 | 254 | 28 | 157 | 3,052 | Edge shrugged. "We could go meet the rest of our team, but their keeping us to our rooms and the upper floors. Training grounds and library are blocked off. I tried to get down their to borrow a few books, magic wards suck when you walk into them." He smiled at that. "They want us here so when they call us for our mission we just head down to the Leyline gate. Should be challenging but tough, like locating a demon or finding a hidden cache of holy weapons. They do that for some students, give them a chance to find lost weapons and take some up, some students don't have enchanted gear and such." He finished.
Down near the end of hall was Daniel Ticos took position. The kids on this hall were his responsibility now, he was going to make Hunters out them. The veteran Witch Hunter took it in strides, he was a first year teacher having just passed the age of forty he decided it would be better to train then hunt. He looked over the list, the Helsing caught his eye. A monster hunter Helsing, that was a twist. These kids were an interesting bunch a lot of them had promise, he just hoped they were ready the mission he had in store was not as simple as the usual stuff. Stepping into the center he coughed then called out. "Hunters! You've got thirty minutes to prepare and talk among yourselves, your the last team to leave for their mission. Meet down by the Leyline Gate and remember to introduce yourselves after all the people beside you are depending on you to keep them alive." He smiled and headed down to the of the hall. | Name: Edward "Edge" Van Helsing
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Type: Descendant
School: Monster Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s): Mercy and Paragon
Bio: The Helsing line is one of misfortune and trouble. Edward's mother died giving birth to him, his father was a seasoned hunter. They lived in London until Edward turned nine, when disaster struck his family again. A cult of vampires gathered and assaulted the Helsing manor, a young Edward awoke to his the manor servants screaming as they vampire feasted upon them. Edge's father was surrounded gunning down each as they approached. Edge himself had collected one of the silver swords from the manors great hall. Then made his way to the window looking for his father, as the house caught fire.
Edge arrived in time to see his father drained of life, and discarded. Edge had never had drive to be violent, not until that day. In truth no Helsing is born a Hunter, nearly all of them suffer and that vengeance that burns in their hearts, that is what makes a Helsing fight. When this near year old child, with only a sword in hand saw the death of not only of his father but also of his friends and caretakers he broke. He jumped out the window crashing down upon the vampire he struck it blow after blow after blow. When his arms gave out he dropped the sword.
Luckily for Edge some of the staff had survived, now the heir of his branch of the Helsing family Edge spent days training. He also took up music, the violin specifically. It had been his mothers, now with both his parents gone he did his best to remember and learn things about them. Finally after training for years he was accepted into the Academy, choosing to train in Monster Hunting due to the fact he felt Vampire hunting would present little challenge. While tough and cocky at times, Edge backs this up with lethal aim and fast paced movement, his sword and knives skills are impressive however he knows little of magic or demons. |
9,140 | 254 | 29 | 492 | 62 | Eisen heard the teacher call for the first mission. He took his armor into the bathroom and started undressing. It didn't take him long to get into his heavy Holy Armour. The Armour was big, bulky and made clanking sounds when he walked, but was designed to keep him alive when he took a hit. He Hopped the mission would not need this much protection, but he didn't want to risk it. After preparing himself, he went strait for the gate and waited for the others. He put the head of his hammer down and rested his right hand on the hilt.
He remembered the teacher saying something about the team relying on each other to keep alive. He couldn't agree more and was looking forward to see the next student come down. He was use to fighting in a team as his family had done so when he lived with them. He, his father, and Uncle would play the roles of the heavy hitters, going in strong and finishing their query with one heavy blow of the hammer. His cousins and siblings usually played the role of long distant hitters, giving him cover as he closed in and making sure they didn't get ambushed. Eventually he earned enough experience to lead his own team into combat.
Eisens stomach grumbled, with all the excitement he forgot to eat today. He cursed at himself for doing so. He assumed he was going to have to just suck it up until the end of the mission. | Name: Eisen Torquemada
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Type: Crusader
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon: Holy Hammer
Bio: Eisen Torquemada was born in a small village in Spain to a poor family of witch hunters. He was quickly brought up to abhor magic users and see them as weak and cowardly. Instead he was taught to trust and strengthen his own body to overcome the unnatural evil in this world.
Coming from a long family line of witch Hunters, Torquemada has learned to not trust any magic users and instead go on brute strength and determination to overcome the supernatural. Even now, magic using classmates are meet with strong superstition and abhorrence. He can be seen as stubborn, arrogant, and cold hearted, but underneath his cold exterior is a only pain and misguidance. His goal is to prove his family name worthy and has enlisted into the Academy with his fathers sacred family hammer to do so. |
9,141 | 254 | 30 | 1,972 | 780 | “I’ve heard of the Church of The Fighting Priest. The Holy Cross thinks of them as a very respectable alley should they ever need their assistance,” Alex said. When Michael asked about his weapon Alex had to laugh. He picked up his weapon that was still chained and clothed. The weapon twitched in his hand before Alex explained, “This is my Weapon called Soul Eater. The Holy Cross gives their warriors enchanted weapons called Soul Edge. Each one is able to absorb and trap evil, malevolent, and corrupted souls. So no it’s not a danger to you or anyone here. However, a Soul Edge has other abilities besides absorbing and trapping souls.” Alex placed his weapon back onto his bed and sighed.
“It’s wrapped and chained because once unwrapped and unchained. People around it can hear the trapped souls screaming in agony and wanting to be released. I’m still learning the proper ways that I can have the weapon unwrapped and unchained without the souls screaming out to others. So for right now I keep it like this,” Alex explained before he added, “What about you? what kind of weapon did the Church of The Fighting Priest give you?”
Alex heard the order and turned to Michael and said, “Looks like we have our first mission. Let’s hope our comrades be safe while we’re on the mission,” Alex said as he picked up his weapon and placed it on his back. I just hope they’re not too scared of Soul Eater. Alex thought. | Name: Alexander Cross
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Type: Crusader
School: Demon Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Soul Eater Abilities:
Soul Taker: Absorb and trap malevolent, demonic, and evil souls with in. (Only able to trap five souls at this point)
Soul Crush: Use the Trapped souls as kinetic energy to be used as bombs. (Can only use once per day)
Soul Refuge: Summon and Control the trapped souls within Soul Edge (Has not master and therefore can not use)
Soul Eater down falls:
Soul Taker: if more soul are taken that able to handle. user will be corrupted and possessed by every soul inside Soul Edge.
Soul Crush: uses a massive amount of energy from user and if energy is lacking. Soul bombs will actually attack the user instead of enemy.
Soul Refuge: once used, the user has a risk of being taken over by one or all of the souls to be changed into a massive creature of evil.
Bio:
Alex was born into a clan of Demon hunters known as the Holy Cross. A group of priest and priestesses whose sole purpose is to hunt down demons and any other malevolent or evil creature. From a young age Alex was trained in their way of fighting to prep him for the trials ahead. Alex’s road was both physically and mentally straining, but it was all so he could wield the Holy Cross’s greatest weapons known as Soul Edge. Weapons filled with divine power to absorb and trap malevolent, demonic, and evil souls with in and allow the wielder to use them in battle. .
Every member of the Holy Cross must go through rigorous and dangerous trials to even be able to wield such a powerful, yet dangerous power. Should a member not be ready to wield a Soul Edge, their very soul will be taken over by the many malevolent, demonic, and evil souls trapped within. Alex has already proven himself to be able to wield one of the Soul Edges, but he is unable to wield it at its full potential. For that, he must travel to the Academy of Solomon like many of his mentors have done. Once he is able to fully control his Soul Edge, Alex will be a full fledge member of the Holy Cross. However, should he be taken over by the many souls he has inside his Soul Edge. He’ll become nothing more than another Demon the Holy Cross will have to deal with. |
9,142 | 254 | 31 | 1,201 | 1,269 | "Spain? How exotic," she said, her eyes starting to shut. She was already mentally exhausted from the trip; maybe she could afford to rest just for a little moment...
Guess not. Eisen had alerted her to start getting ready and the announcement only supported the idea that she should be getting ready. She didn't really have any armor and all she really had was her ax. This was going to be tough, wasn't it? She was a bit worried, especially when staring at Eisen who had a complete set of armor on with heavy protection. However she had no intention of dying so quickly.
She clutched the charm that her mother had given her; something that was passed down her family for generations as a symbol of good luck and safety. She was not one to pray, but it helped ease her nerves.
Eisen had left quickly without waiting for her. "I guess he's really excited? But we could have at least gone together," she frowned. But now she could change in peace.
She changed into her work out clothes for now. Maybe as the year progress she will be able to get more equipment. It was not like her father was going to help her out at all with that. She tied her long brown hair into a tight ponytail. She put on her combat boots and made her way to the Leyline Gate, or whatever it was called. Eileen was already there, but it was just the two of them for now.
"Hey teammate, are you ready? Excited to meet the rest of the team?" she asked with a small smile. | Name: Darlene McGarvin
Appearance:
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Type: Descendant
School: Beast Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Bio:
Born into a long line of werewolf hunters, Darlene was no pushover. She had three older brothers and one younger brother so she was the only girl in the family. Her mother was not a hunter, but her father was and he trained all of his children to become one; well, all except Darlene. Because she was a girl, he wanted her to have nothing to do with hunting and would tell her to always stay in the house and help her mother with the housework, much to her dismay.
Fortunately, her younger brother, Simon, was sympathetic of the situation, so every night when they had the chance, he would teach her everything that they had learned that day. Soon enough, Simon realized that Darlene made a better hunter than him and their older brothers.
Couple years go by like this and Darlene thought that she was ready to become acknowledged as a hunter too. She confronted her father, who was completely outraged that Simon and she would do this behind his back. Though thanks to much convincing by Simon, her mother, and Darlene herself, he agreed that he would send her to a Beast Hunter school and that if she managed to graduate, he would finally acknowledge her as a hunter.
Now heading to the academy, Darlene is determined to show her worth and earn her father's faith. She does not intend to let anything or anyone distract her from her goal. |
9,143 | 254 | 32 | 492 | 62 | Makes sense, wouldn't worry too much, I bet once we are out of this mission we will be warded a bit more freedom almost as soon as she ended talking she heard the call. "Well the time is here, time to get ready". She too didn't rely on armor at all, she needed the velocity so all she could afford for defense were wrapping under her shirt, thanks to that the only thing she had to do to get ready for combat was to pick up a smaller bag from her backpack which contained a few supplies and emergency items as well as her sword, which was stored in its card form.
"Oh wait, I feel something odd" she suddenly commented, closing one of her eyes as she felt the disturbance. "I think its hunger, someone probably skipped a snack on our team" she said as she took two extra cereal bars from her backpack.
As she took a step out of the room she already looked around to see a few of her teammates leaving already, a bit of anxiety crossed her mind as she finally realized it was the time to enter in a combat that was not training or paintball with friends. | Name: Eisen Torquemada
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Type: Crusader
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon: Holy Hammer
Bio: Eisen Torquemada was born in a small village in Spain to a poor family of witch hunters. He was quickly brought up to abhor magic users and see them as weak and cowardly. Instead he was taught to trust and strengthen his own body to overcome the unnatural evil in this world.
Coming from a long family line of witch Hunters, Torquemada has learned to not trust any magic users and instead go on brute strength and determination to overcome the supernatural. Even now, magic using classmates are meet with strong superstition and abhorrence. He can be seen as stubborn, arrogant, and cold hearted, but underneath his cold exterior is a only pain and misguidance. His goal is to prove his family name worthy and has enlisted into the Academy with his fathers sacred family hammer to do so. |
9,144 | 254 | 33 | 1,201 | 1,269 | When Eisen began to voice his concern over her lack of proper armor, Darlene felt the blood rush to her cheeks, more so from embarrassment than anger. He was right, but then again, she wasn't really expecting this. She was a Beast Hunter, and even more specifically a Werewolf Hunter at that. Still, she really wished she had something more suitable than this. "I know, I know," she sighed, playing with her ponytail nervously. "Thanks for your concern."
Maybe he tried to make her feel better because then he started talking about her strengths instead. Or he could just be very matter-of-factly. Either way, she was kind of flattered.
"I'll do my best."
She held onto her ax, moving it around a little and enjoying how it felt in her hand. It did not seem like much, but she has trained a lot with it. Should hunters be allowed to be sentimental? Maybe in the future, she'll get a better ax or weapon, but damn did she love her ax. She began to twirl it as if it was a flag or rifle of a high school color guard. It was a habit she had when she was anxious. Fortunately for the rest of her teammates when they arrive, she hasn't dropped it since... well... she doesn't want to think about the last time she dropped it. It was definitely not pretty.
"But seriously... where is everyone?" | Name: Darlene McGarvin
Appearance:
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Type: Descendant
School: Beast Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Bio:
Born into a long line of werewolf hunters, Darlene was no pushover. She had three older brothers and one younger brother so she was the only girl in the family. Her mother was not a hunter, but her father was and he trained all of his children to become one; well, all except Darlene. Because she was a girl, he wanted her to have nothing to do with hunting and would tell her to always stay in the house and help her mother with the housework, much to her dismay.
Fortunately, her younger brother, Simon, was sympathetic of the situation, so every night when they had the chance, he would teach her everything that they had learned that day. Soon enough, Simon realized that Darlene made a better hunter than him and their older brothers.
Couple years go by like this and Darlene thought that she was ready to become acknowledged as a hunter too. She confronted her father, who was completely outraged that Simon and she would do this behind his back. Though thanks to much convincing by Simon, her mother, and Darlene herself, he agreed that he would send her to a Beast Hunter school and that if she managed to graduate, he would finally acknowledge her as a hunter.
Now heading to the academy, Darlene is determined to show her worth and earn her father's faith. She does not intend to let anything or anyone distract her from her goal. |
9,145 | 254 | 34 | 492 | 62 | Thats a good question
Eisen was wondering that himself. He came from a very strict up bringing where you showed up early to any event. The time waiting for the others was nerve wrecking.
"Maybe they got scared and decided to not show up." That was Eisens best attempt at a joke. He was not a joking kind of guy.
"Tell me Darlene, what made you decide to be a hunter?"
This question was not so much as for curiosity as it was to break the silence. | Name: Eisen Torquemada
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Type: Crusader
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon: Holy Hammer
Bio: Eisen Torquemada was born in a small village in Spain to a poor family of witch hunters. He was quickly brought up to abhor magic users and see them as weak and cowardly. Instead he was taught to trust and strengthen his own body to overcome the unnatural evil in this world.
Coming from a long family line of witch Hunters, Torquemada has learned to not trust any magic users and instead go on brute strength and determination to overcome the supernatural. Even now, magic using classmates are meet with strong superstition and abhorrence. He can be seen as stubborn, arrogant, and cold hearted, but underneath his cold exterior is a only pain and misguidance. His goal is to prove his family name worthy and has enlisted into the Academy with his fathers sacred family hammer to do so. |
9,146 | 254 | 35 | 2,654 | 2,774 | St Michael listened to Alex explain his supernatural weapon and he was impressed by the weapons capabilities, it sounded very useful for hunting and slaying demons. He also was impressed that the boy knew about his church and that they were alleys of the Holy Cross. He hadn't heard of that too much, but he guessed that he had been too focused on training. When Alex asked him what his Axe of Truth could do, one of the senior hunters called for them to meet for their first mission and Michael felt both excited and nervous at the same time. He reached out his hand and the axe flew into his grasp. Michael then followed Alex to where they would meet for their first mission and then answered his roommate's question.
"My weapon is known as The Axe of Truth, it is of divine origin and its blade is capable of harming all evil and gets past magical defenses very well. It also will always return to me no matter how far I throw it and it can glow brightly in darkness" he explained to Alex as they walked. Michael nodded in agreement when Alex talked about hoping that their allies would remain safe on this mission, he wasn't sure how this would turn out, but he would try his best.
"Only God knows what will come of this mission, it is merely our job to be instruments of his will. One of the tenets of The Seven Paths of God is to know that one is never guaranteed to live through every conflict and it is important to find peace in oneself to show his true potential" he replied to his roommate. | Name: St Michael
Appearance: St Michael stands at about five feet and nine inches tall. His body is very athletically built and has muscle. He has bright red hair and fierce green eyes. He wears a white tunic with a design like the ones that Christian crusaders wore, and black pants that are good for movement. His footwear is black boots made up of leather and animal fur. He also wears a necklace with the holy cross on the end
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Type: crusader
School: Demon Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s): The Axe of Truth
The Axe of Truth is a divine weapon that is deadly to evil and can get past magical resistance, another of its capabilities is to glow brightly in darkness when he wills it. It also will always return to him no matter how far he throws it.
Bio: There exists a catholic church of fighting priests whose skill in the arts of armed and unarmed combat are legend. The best among these fighting priests go on to become crusaders of The Keys of Solomon. This is where St Michael's story begins. Many years ago when he was an infant the church of fighting priests found him on their doorstep and they took him in as one of their own. From a very young age Michael displayed great potential in the arts of combat and they trained him in their martial art known as the Seven Paths of God. They believed that his in blood was the power of a heavenly angel and gave him the name St Michael for they believed him to be the Archangel reincarnated in mortal form to battle with the forces of the devil.
As he grew older his skills increased and his speed was faster than any of the other priests of the church and his body healed quicker than any normal human. It was then that they revealed to him the secret of how there was more than just him left on their doorstep, but also an axe with divine properties. Feeling that he was ready to use the weapon, they gave it to him and Michael named it The Axe of Truth. With his training among the priests nearly finished, they decided that he would attend The Academy of Solomon where he would train in the hunt of demons and help in the crusade of destroying evil.
Even though he would have preferred to stay with the church, he understand that his destiny called him to other place and life of a hero awaited him. Michael also wondered what the other students would be like and he was especially curious to meet other crusaders. He was incredibly tenacious and wouldn't give up on his hero's journey to become a great warrior against the forces of darkness. |
9,147 | 254 | 36 | 1,480 | 11 | Yes, I guess we are, said Lilah, her smile remaining the same. "I'm Lilah Regis, I'm going to be a witch hunter." It was so strange to say it out loud; for as long as she could remember she had heard scary stories about witch hunters and what they would do if they found out about her or Mother, and now here she was, becoming the nightmare.
She walked over to the free bed and put down her bags. She sighed quietly with relief not to be lugging them around anymore, although she had left most of her things behind. Everything had changed, after all, herself included, so there was no point in clinging to the past. That was what she told herself, anyway.
Her eyes narrowed slightly when she heard the announcement. "Hunters", "team", this was her life now, time to get used to it. She raised her chin, determined, and walked out through the door. | Name: Lilah Regis
Appearance:
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Type: Mage, Lightning Elemental
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s): Summon Lightning, which produces and directs lightning bolts. Electrical Charge, a more subtle spell that sends an electric current into whatever she is touching.
Bio: An only child who never knew her father, Lilah always felt close to her mother Melania, who was an unsanctioned witch and trained her in her magic from a young age. She lived in contentment, notwithstanding some difficulty connecting with her peers; their worlds were free of the wonder of magic and the danger presented by hunters. Her mother was the only one she could talk to about the way things really were.
It was when she was fourteen that the hunter came and everything changed. She arrived home from school just the same as she usually did. She wondered why the window was broken, but she didn't expect to find her mother sprawled in the kitchen, gasping her last breaths, a perfectly average-looking man raising his sword for the final blow. She just froze, unable to move as the sword fell in an instant. She cried out, then, and hurled lightning at the man, but she was so shaken that her aim went wild and set the table on fire instead. Panicking, she ran.
She was exhausted by the time the hunter found her. He said that his name was Michael and that he was sorry but Melania Regis was dangerous, had killed people. He made her an offer: train at a Hunter School and become a Key of Solomon and protect humanity. She looked at him and thought about how she was a witch and apparently the daughter of a murderer and the offer was no real choice at all, surely he would kill her if she said no.
“Yes,” she murmured, and then closed her eyes in surrender to her exhaustion. |
9,148 | 254 | 37 | 1,201 | 1,269 | Estelle walked to where they were supposed to meet and quickly noticed it still didn't have half of the expected people.
"This is the place right?" She asked to the two who had arrived already "I see neither the professor nor our team here though" she sighed, if this was the coordination of the group they would be in for a hard time.
"Oh, my name is Estelle Bertillon by the way. My specialization is divination so please believe in me whenever I say that I got a bad feeling about something" she jested "Oh, by the way, I kinda sensed that someone on our team was hungry, by chance would any of you two be that person?" | Name: Darlene McGarvin
Appearance:
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Type: Descendant
School: Beast Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Bio:
Born into a long line of werewolf hunters, Darlene was no pushover. She had three older brothers and one younger brother so she was the only girl in the family. Her mother was not a hunter, but her father was and he trained all of his children to become one; well, all except Darlene. Because she was a girl, he wanted her to have nothing to do with hunting and would tell her to always stay in the house and help her mother with the housework, much to her dismay.
Fortunately, her younger brother, Simon, was sympathetic of the situation, so every night when they had the chance, he would teach her everything that they had learned that day. Soon enough, Simon realized that Darlene made a better hunter than him and their older brothers.
Couple years go by like this and Darlene thought that she was ready to become acknowledged as a hunter too. She confronted her father, who was completely outraged that Simon and she would do this behind his back. Though thanks to much convincing by Simon, her mother, and Darlene herself, he agreed that he would send her to a Beast Hunter school and that if she managed to graduate, he would finally acknowledge her as a hunter.
Now heading to the academy, Darlene is determined to show her worth and earn her father's faith. She does not intend to let anything or anyone distract her from her goal. |
9,149 | 254 | 38 | 859 | 1,660 | It was certain her roommate wasn't going to be a piece of cake, Li thought. By the way she acted and moved, she didn't seem to be too keen on her. Either way, after Lilah left, Li pulled out a large case from her bag and opened it. Inside was her disassembled Naginata, which after a mere minute she assembled back up. Two meters and a half in length, it wasn't the easiest weapon to carry inside the room, but she managed to leave the place for the meeting point.
As she reached the Leyline Gate, a few members of her presumed group were already there. She could overhear the girl there, the one she'd seen back when she arrived at the Academy, say she had a 'bad feeling' about the mission. Li thought that was silly, and it was most likely nerves or stress she was experiencing.
'Guess she really does not know how tough hunting for the supernatural can get for mere humans, huh Li? She might be the first one to die.' Li could hear laughter inside her head.
'Maybe, but remember we also nearly died when we tried to clear out the temple back home.'
'That's just because you're as stubborn as your father and wouldn't listen to me.'
By the time she had finished her internal conversation, she found herself to be standing with the others. She looked at them all with a cold expression and bowed lightly. Part of the reason was to show her respect, and the other part was to sling her Naginata over her back. Surprisingly, she seemed to be almost the only one still in the clothes she had arrived with. If anything, she was interested in finding out more about the guy's armour, but that line of questioning would have to wait.
"I'm Li Lane, member of the Lane Family of Demon Hunters. Second Dan Black Belt in the Lane Naginata style and Third Dan Black Belt in Shotokan Karate as well as an Orange Belt in Judo. It's a pleasure to meet all of you and I hope I'm of use to you and our mission." She bowed again, this time deeper with her hands at her sides, and then fell silent and relaxed. She noticed Lilah hadn't arrived yet. Maybe she had taken the scenic route to the Leyline Gate. | -------- |
9,150 | 254 | 39 | 2,633 | 3,130 | James finished unpacking and headed out, seeming as clearly no one was coming to be his room mate. Figured, considering his history. He thought that not he gave the school would convince the others to be the room mate he sought after, but to no avail. He grabbed his knife, umbrella and watch, only to head out and towards the Leyline gate. Hearing the announcement made it a pretty logical idea. That and meeting the people he might have to give his life to, it was the best solution. As he walked, he wandered what type of mission it would be. Maybe a demon to slay, an army of cultists bent on bring back the ancient lord Azaroth, ruler of entropy and destruction. Or maybe simply gathering some supplies for military use, though that really didn't seem like the case.
As he arrived at the Leyline gate, there were already quite a few people there - including Li.
"Morning. How's everyone doing today?" he said, resting the umbrella over his shoulder whilst trying to make conversation. The group at least seemed kinda friendly, even if they were all probably going to die.
"Names James. Pleasure to be working with you all." he said, following up his previous comment. Well, here goes nothing. That was the first step to both mine and everyone here's deaths. Great. he thought, slightly musing the idea of everyone dead on the battle field with only James left; blood, fire and steel lying on the ground around him. All his soon to be friends dead and gone, broken from the battle that took place. Such wonderful imagination James. he thought, snapping back to reality as he realised maybe these people were CAPABLE fighters. Nah. | Name: James "Sundown" Ferren
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Type: Mage, Shadow Elemental
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Complete Darkness: Completely blind an enemy as long as the caster or target is in a shadow. AOE spell, causes everything in a circle around either the caster or target to become pitch black. (About 35m)
Shadow Constructs: Create an objects or form out of shadow, as long as there is a shadow nearby. This can include weapons, armour, walls, shields, buildings or servants.
Bio: Born into a family of mages, James was mostly an outsider. His parents and relatives all used light based magic, whereas James clearly possessed a dark ability. Shadows would converge densely around him and people often had trouble discerning his form. This led to several accidents, including a supposed sighting of a mythical creature where the hunters tranquillised him. Another incident was a prerequisite to his transfer into The Academy of Solomon. A witch caught him wandering and stole him away since he looked like a Shadow Nymph, a rare and powerful creature made of shadow. After he was taken, his family arrived on the scene; only to find that which they did not expect.
The witch had recently been attacking civilians, and other mages and druids had had trouble defeating it. When James's parents arrived, everything around the area was pitch black, and the witch was nothing but a mess of gore and bones. In James's hand, a large crossbow of shadow and across the ground lay countless tiny daggers. This caused him to be enrolled into the Academy of Solomon, and his classification as a Witch Hunter. |
9,151 | 254 | 40 | 157 | 3,052 | Edge pulled on his hat, tucking a few devices away in his pockets. Most of them were just little bombs to give cover or help him deal with large groups of creatures. Finally he pulled on his hat then loaded Mercy and Paragon, carefully making his way down the steps. He walked over to the Leyline gate standing by the others. "Greetings, I'm Edge Van Helsing." He walked over his coat flowing behind him, his pistols could be seen at his sides. He had the look down for hunting creatures that was sure.
Daniel walked down the steps, a raven on his arm as he read the message the school had received. He stopped by the kids attaching a different message and burning the old with the snap of his fingers. "Alright children, your first mission is a trip to Paris, we've got undead coming up from the cities catacombs. Catholic Hunters have them contained, your goal is to find the source and destroy it. We have no idea the cause, could be Witches, demons, or even humans who have caused this. Your goal will be to destroy the source then find a way out of the tombs. These are of course just your basic undead, you should have little trouble however the catacombs have housed many terrors so be ready for them." He warned as pull out a cigarette lighting with his hand. "Other than that I recommend letting the Helsing lead on this one. His families lost more people to those crypts than any other." He smirked and waved heading back for the manor. "I hope you don't die!" He said in half joking way.
Edge froze up, he hated the Catacombs, underground in general really. In truth his family was Dutch yet they had spread out through the world. The event their teacher had just described saw a gathering of fifty Helsing Hunters enter those caves, only for all them to be lost forever. His family had avoided it since, not a single Helsing had lived in France since then, fearing the destruction and death. He really didn't want to go their. However before that event his family had some maps of the tombs. Pulling out one of the smaller journals from his coat. "Why did it have to be the tombs." He mumbled flipping to the pages with the maps. "Well we have a map... Of sorts. A lot of hunters were buried down their... Some went missing to, we might find quite a few Hunting weapon and gear." He stated trying to let his fear show. | Name: Edward "Edge" Van Helsing
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Type: Descendant
School: Monster Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s): Mercy and Paragon
Bio: The Helsing line is one of misfortune and trouble. Edward's mother died giving birth to him, his father was a seasoned hunter. They lived in London until Edward turned nine, when disaster struck his family again. A cult of vampires gathered and assaulted the Helsing manor, a young Edward awoke to his the manor servants screaming as they vampire feasted upon them. Edge's father was surrounded gunning down each as they approached. Edge himself had collected one of the silver swords from the manors great hall. Then made his way to the window looking for his father, as the house caught fire.
Edge arrived in time to see his father drained of life, and discarded. Edge had never had drive to be violent, not until that day. In truth no Helsing is born a Hunter, nearly all of them suffer and that vengeance that burns in their hearts, that is what makes a Helsing fight. When this near year old child, with only a sword in hand saw the death of not only of his father but also of his friends and caretakers he broke. He jumped out the window crashing down upon the vampire he struck it blow after blow after blow. When his arms gave out he dropped the sword.
Luckily for Edge some of the staff had survived, now the heir of his branch of the Helsing family Edge spent days training. He also took up music, the violin specifically. It had been his mothers, now with both his parents gone he did his best to remember and learn things about them. Finally after training for years he was accepted into the Academy, choosing to train in Monster Hunting due to the fact he felt Vampire hunting would present little challenge. While tough and cocky at times, Edge backs this up with lethal aim and fast paced movement, his sword and knives skills are impressive however he knows little of magic or demons. |
9,152 | 254 | 41 | 1,972 | 780 | Alex listened to Michael as he explained what his Axe did. When he had finished and quoted The Seven Paths of God. Alex nodded and said, “Seems the Church of The Fighting Priest is a lot like the Holy Cross. We both have mystical weapons handed down through the ages to help slay evil beings. There is no guarantee yes, but God tests us in many ways.”
Alex listened to their mission and could tell this would be a true test for both him and the others. Undead weren’t evil or malevolent souls, but torchered souls that were not allowed to rest. He sighed and said, “Those who have become undead need closer and need to rest in peace. They don’t deserve such pain. We need to quickly deal with whatever is causing those souls harm.”
Alex saw that one of the students looked worried about the mission and he walked over to him and placed his hand on his shoulder, “You need not worry. You’ll be with comrades and friends who will have your back. This might be a true test from God, but you’ll not being doing this alone.” | Name: Alexander Cross
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Type: Crusader
School: Demon Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Soul Eater Abilities:
Soul Taker: Absorb and trap malevolent, demonic, and evil souls with in. (Only able to trap five souls at this point)
Soul Crush: Use the Trapped souls as kinetic energy to be used as bombs. (Can only use once per day)
Soul Refuge: Summon and Control the trapped souls within Soul Edge (Has not master and therefore can not use)
Soul Eater down falls:
Soul Taker: if more soul are taken that able to handle. user will be corrupted and possessed by every soul inside Soul Edge.
Soul Crush: uses a massive amount of energy from user and if energy is lacking. Soul bombs will actually attack the user instead of enemy.
Soul Refuge: once used, the user has a risk of being taken over by one or all of the souls to be changed into a massive creature of evil.
Bio:
Alex was born into a clan of Demon hunters known as the Holy Cross. A group of priest and priestesses whose sole purpose is to hunt down demons and any other malevolent or evil creature. From a young age Alex was trained in their way of fighting to prep him for the trials ahead. Alex’s road was both physically and mentally straining, but it was all so he could wield the Holy Cross’s greatest weapons known as Soul Edge. Weapons filled with divine power to absorb and trap malevolent, demonic, and evil souls with in and allow the wielder to use them in battle. .
Every member of the Holy Cross must go through rigorous and dangerous trials to even be able to wield such a powerful, yet dangerous power. Should a member not be ready to wield a Soul Edge, their very soul will be taken over by the many malevolent, demonic, and evil souls trapped within. Alex has already proven himself to be able to wield one of the Soul Edges, but he is unable to wield it at its full potential. For that, he must travel to the Academy of Solomon like many of his mentors have done. Once he is able to fully control his Soul Edge, Alex will be a full fledge member of the Holy Cross. However, should he be taken over by the many souls he has inside his Soul Edge. He’ll become nothing more than another Demon the Holy Cross will have to deal with. |
9,153 | 254 | 42 | 492 | 62 | Estelle chuckled at the situation "Barely out of France yet I'm already going back to it" though the idea of going down the Parisian catacombs was scary even to someone who had already visited them "I think the main point we should keep in mind is that even in its less paranormal areas those dungeons are dangerous and full of oddities, people have found a lot there, ranging from a fully operational cinema to dead nazi soldiers"
For a while she even started to have second thoughts about sharing the extra food she brought but she was not mean to that point | Name: Eisen Torquemada
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Type: Crusader
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon: Holy Hammer
Bio: Eisen Torquemada was born in a small village in Spain to a poor family of witch hunters. He was quickly brought up to abhor magic users and see them as weak and cowardly. Instead he was taught to trust and strengthen his own body to overcome the unnatural evil in this world.
Coming from a long family line of witch Hunters, Torquemada has learned to not trust any magic users and instead go on brute strength and determination to overcome the supernatural. Even now, magic using classmates are meet with strong superstition and abhorrence. He can be seen as stubborn, arrogant, and cold hearted, but underneath his cold exterior is a only pain and misguidance. His goal is to prove his family name worthy and has enlisted into the Academy with his fathers sacred family hammer to do so. |
9,154 | 254 | 43 | 2,633 | 3,130 | An armour clad male had nodded in his direction, which seemed kind of strange - though the guy did seem a little outnumbered by the amount of women around him. The mission was debriefed and it actually seemed fun. Clearing a tomb of zombies? What's not to love! Especially since it was a tomb, so his power would be so much more effective. Plus it would be an interesting twist if the zombies were being controlled by witch. Having something new to kill AND the thing he specialised one? Things just kept getting better.
"So I don't know what you people do, and I don't really care. Just leave enough shadow for me to use and you lot can do whatever you bloody want." he looked down at the Hellsing's pistols, "Your the Hellsing right? I'm assuming you want to be at the front, but by your face you really don't wanna be leading. I can cover you for a while, but if we make too much light I'm basically useless." he said, almost taking a military leader type role. He looked the others over.
"As for the rest of you. I don't know what your good at and aim not in charge, but don't get in our way because you will likely end up dead. Got that?" he said in the direction of the others. Being part of a powerful family meant you sometimes needed to take the position of whatever was available. Time to make history! | Name: James "Sundown" Ferren
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Type: Mage, Shadow Elemental
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Complete Darkness: Completely blind an enemy as long as the caster or target is in a shadow. AOE spell, causes everything in a circle around either the caster or target to become pitch black. (About 35m)
Shadow Constructs: Create an objects or form out of shadow, as long as there is a shadow nearby. This can include weapons, armour, walls, shields, buildings or servants.
Bio: Born into a family of mages, James was mostly an outsider. His parents and relatives all used light based magic, whereas James clearly possessed a dark ability. Shadows would converge densely around him and people often had trouble discerning his form. This led to several accidents, including a supposed sighting of a mythical creature where the hunters tranquillised him. Another incident was a prerequisite to his transfer into The Academy of Solomon. A witch caught him wandering and stole him away since he looked like a Shadow Nymph, a rare and powerful creature made of shadow. After he was taken, his family arrived on the scene; only to find that which they did not expect.
The witch had recently been attacking civilians, and other mages and druids had had trouble defeating it. When James's parents arrived, everything around the area was pitch black, and the witch was nothing but a mess of gore and bones. In James's hand, a large crossbow of shadow and across the ground lay countless tiny daggers. This caused him to be enrolled into the Academy of Solomon, and his classification as a Witch Hunter. |
9,155 | 254 | 44 | 859 | 1,660 | A few more people arrived after her, including the teacher. The mission sounded dangerous as expected, but that was nothing to fear.
Li's eyebrow twitched, though, upon listening to both the teacher's 'suggestion' and James' acting. First of all, Why should the Van Helsing lead the mission? The teacher himself said it, that Family had lost way too many people in the tombs. Having another member of the same family lead this team would likely end in utter failure. Second of all, why was James such a jerk all of a sudden? He seemed alright when she met him, and now he's trying to boss the group around like he was the leader. Worse yet, he was disrespectful!
Li glared at James, burning into him with her eyes for a few long seconds. Then she looked at the gate.
'The Catacombs, huh? Better shorten your Naginata, Li.'
'I'll carry it into the tombs but I'll try to find a knife or go at it hand-to-hand. Such a long weapon will get us killed if we use it in the narrow corridors.' | -------- |
9,156 | 254 | 45 | 492 | 62 | The mission hadnt even started and already there was tension. James started speaking about not getting in his way and needing enough shadow. He must be a mage. Although Eisen looked down upon magic users, he knew they had to work togethor. Eisens previous experience was with fighting as a team and it made him nervous to think of fighting alone if the group started disbanding in the middle of the mission. Not only for himself but for the others sake of survival.
"Sir" Eisen said to the Hellsing leadin the group. "With all due respect sir if i may suggest a strategy. If we hold a formation with our strongest in the front and someone in the middle holding a torch, then maybe the shadow caster can use the shadows reflected from all sides by the others as a means of defence from our side and rear flank as well as the front. This will also allow the other team members sufficient light to see all around us. Then maybe we could use the mage skilled in future reading to sense up coming danger and act accordingley. I feel strongly this will lead to little to no casualities toward the mission."
This was the best plan he could come up with. He didnt like the idea he had to resort to spell casters as the base of his strategy and he didnt even know if it would work considering his little knowledge of using the arcane arts. He hopped it would be enough to protect everyone and wanted to hear approval from his superior. | Name: Eisen Torquemada
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Type: Crusader
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon: Holy Hammer
Bio: Eisen Torquemada was born in a small village in Spain to a poor family of witch hunters. He was quickly brought up to abhor magic users and see them as weak and cowardly. Instead he was taught to trust and strengthen his own body to overcome the unnatural evil in this world.
Coming from a long family line of witch Hunters, Torquemada has learned to not trust any magic users and instead go on brute strength and determination to overcome the supernatural. Even now, magic using classmates are meet with strong superstition and abhorrence. He can be seen as stubborn, arrogant, and cold hearted, but underneath his cold exterior is a only pain and misguidance. His goal is to prove his family name worthy and has enlisted into the Academy with his fathers sacred family hammer to do so. |
9,157 | 254 | 46 | 157 | 3,052 | Edge spoke up. "No the teacher is right, you don't know the ciphers to the journals and my family marked on the maps where to avoid. I should lead us in... Besides we also need the right entrance, they trapped a lot of tombs down their to stop grave robbing and some are tourist attractions." Explained the English boy. "I would also recommend you cut the attitude." He he said glaring at offender.
Edge looked at Alex rolling his eyes. "God is kinda of against my family friend, after what happened between us and the Catholics? Well... It's best we not speak of that." He turned towards the portal.
He then looked at Eisen. "I'll be up front, I need to be able path find and find the way along through the caves. Once we get deeper in we will have room to move around, once were in it's big open rooms connected to each other." He explained.
He then showed them the pages of maps the Helsings had on the Catacombs. "These are the best set of maps out their, if you can read them. I can lead us in, you can take anything you find down their... Even my family weapons, that branch has no living descendants. The weapons are free for the taking." He said then stepping up to the gate. "I hate this part." He stepped towards it he rippled like water then he burst into light each piece being sucked through the gate way. Seconds later only the blue glow of the gate remained.
He coughed and breathed deeply walking out into the old wooden room, they had exited in the back of an old pub. The door in the back was unlocked he stepped towards it and into the sun taking another deep breath. "Paris stinks." He grumbled, as he set about locating the place they were to head to. | Name: Edward "Edge" Van Helsing
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Type: Descendant
School: Monster Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s): Mercy and Paragon
Bio: The Helsing line is one of misfortune and trouble. Edward's mother died giving birth to him, his father was a seasoned hunter. They lived in London until Edward turned nine, when disaster struck his family again. A cult of vampires gathered and assaulted the Helsing manor, a young Edward awoke to his the manor servants screaming as they vampire feasted upon them. Edge's father was surrounded gunning down each as they approached. Edge himself had collected one of the silver swords from the manors great hall. Then made his way to the window looking for his father, as the house caught fire.
Edge arrived in time to see his father drained of life, and discarded. Edge had never had drive to be violent, not until that day. In truth no Helsing is born a Hunter, nearly all of them suffer and that vengeance that burns in their hearts, that is what makes a Helsing fight. When this near year old child, with only a sword in hand saw the death of not only of his father but also of his friends and caretakers he broke. He jumped out the window crashing down upon the vampire he struck it blow after blow after blow. When his arms gave out he dropped the sword.
Luckily for Edge some of the staff had survived, now the heir of his branch of the Helsing family Edge spent days training. He also took up music, the violin specifically. It had been his mothers, now with both his parents gone he did his best to remember and learn things about them. Finally after training for years he was accepted into the Academy, choosing to train in Monster Hunting due to the fact he felt Vampire hunting would present little challenge. While tough and cocky at times, Edge backs this up with lethal aim and fast paced movement, his sword and knives skills are impressive however he knows little of magic or demons. |
9,158 | 254 | 47 | 1,480 | 11 | Lilah lurked just out of sight, watching the others. She knew that she should introduce herself and start getting to know the people she would be working with, but it was hard. She hadn't really had friends her own age before; Mother had been not just her parent but her best friend as well. She smoothed her hands over her simple white dress, self-conscious. There were people in armour, she didn't have anything fancy like that. At least her ability to summon lightning meant she wouldn't have to get too close to do damage.
Finally she revealed herself, clasping her hands behind her back so that they wouldn't shake. "I have lightning magic," she offered, looking around cautiously, pausing to twitch her lips into a tentative smile at the slightly more familiar face of her roommate. "That should be useful against undead, right?"
She craned her neck to look curiously at the maps. | Name: Lilah Regis
Appearance:
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Type: Mage, Lightning Elemental
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s): Summon Lightning, which produces and directs lightning bolts. Electrical Charge, a more subtle spell that sends an electric current into whatever she is touching.
Bio: An only child who never knew her father, Lilah always felt close to her mother Melania, who was an unsanctioned witch and trained her in her magic from a young age. She lived in contentment, notwithstanding some difficulty connecting with her peers; their worlds were free of the wonder of magic and the danger presented by hunters. Her mother was the only one she could talk to about the way things really were.
It was when she was fourteen that the hunter came and everything changed. She arrived home from school just the same as she usually did. She wondered why the window was broken, but she didn't expect to find her mother sprawled in the kitchen, gasping her last breaths, a perfectly average-looking man raising his sword for the final blow. She just froze, unable to move as the sword fell in an instant. She cried out, then, and hurled lightning at the man, but she was so shaken that her aim went wild and set the table on fire instead. Panicking, she ran.
She was exhausted by the time the hunter found her. He said that his name was Michael and that he was sorry but Melania Regis was dangerous, had killed people. He made her an offer: train at a Hunter School and become a Key of Solomon and protect humanity. She looked at him and thought about how she was a witch and apparently the daughter of a murderer and the offer was no real choice at all, surely he would kill her if she said no.
“Yes,” she murmured, and then closed her eyes in surrender to her exhaustion. |
9,159 | 254 | 48 | 2,633 | 3,130 | James was confused why he got so much hostility. Wait, what was he even doing and why was Li staring at him. Most importantly, where the fuck did edge go? All these questions raced through James's mind as he came back to his senses, and slowly dawned upon him that it had happened again.
"Wait, so, um... Has anyone fought undead before because... I haven't, and I kinda don't now what to do about them." he said, looking rather sheepish in the face of these people giving rather offensive looks. What did he say to offend them. Wait, more importantly, what did he even SAY. He couldn't remember, oddly. All he could remember was that he arrived, introduced himself and then there was nothing.
"Also, uh, where did the odd looking guy who was an apparent Hellsing go?"
"Don't. Go. To. The. Crypt."
What the fuck? Was someone playing a joke using magic because it really wasn't funny. The voice... It was dark, old and weary. The crypt? Did it mean the one in Paris. He hit himself on the head, slightly concerned about whet just happened. There was a rippling blue gate there, which he could only assume on be the Layline gate.
"S-so we go through that, right?" he asked,walking towards it and stepping through. What came next could not be explained with any amount of words, but needless yo say it was a trip and a half. Arriving, he stepped through the wooden door and immediately saw Edge. He smelt the godawful smell of whatever it was and looked away, shielding his nose from it.
"Maaan did this place really have to be the first location?" James groaned, slowly recovering from the stench. Then he stayed, waiting for the others to come through. | Name: James "Sundown" Ferren
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Type: Mage, Shadow Elemental
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Complete Darkness: Completely blind an enemy as long as the caster or target is in a shadow. AOE spell, causes everything in a circle around either the caster or target to become pitch black. (About 35m)
Shadow Constructs: Create an objects or form out of shadow, as long as there is a shadow nearby. This can include weapons, armour, walls, shields, buildings or servants.
Bio: Born into a family of mages, James was mostly an outsider. His parents and relatives all used light based magic, whereas James clearly possessed a dark ability. Shadows would converge densely around him and people often had trouble discerning his form. This led to several accidents, including a supposed sighting of a mythical creature where the hunters tranquillised him. Another incident was a prerequisite to his transfer into The Academy of Solomon. A witch caught him wandering and stole him away since he looked like a Shadow Nymph, a rare and powerful creature made of shadow. After he was taken, his family arrived on the scene; only to find that which they did not expect.
The witch had recently been attacking civilians, and other mages and druids had had trouble defeating it. When James's parents arrived, everything around the area was pitch black, and the witch was nothing but a mess of gore and bones. In James's hand, a large crossbow of shadow and across the ground lay countless tiny daggers. This caused him to be enrolled into the Academy of Solomon, and his classification as a Witch Hunter. |
9,160 | 254 | 49 | 492 | 62 | Estelle gave the extra food she had to her new teammate, the suspicious look he gave her in exchange almost felt homely, everyone had been far too welcoming so far.
Following Edge and James she too went trough the leyline gate and soon found herself at her home country "Ah wow, to think I traveled to London by train" she sighed and soon noticed the British being British there "The yellow thing in the sky is called the sun, the drips on people's face is called sweat and yes, our females doesn't look like stocky males. Anything else I need to introduce about my homeland?" | Name: Eisen Torquemada
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Type: Crusader
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon: Holy Hammer
Bio: Eisen Torquemada was born in a small village in Spain to a poor family of witch hunters. He was quickly brought up to abhor magic users and see them as weak and cowardly. Instead he was taught to trust and strengthen his own body to overcome the unnatural evil in this world.
Coming from a long family line of witch Hunters, Torquemada has learned to not trust any magic users and instead go on brute strength and determination to overcome the supernatural. Even now, magic using classmates are meet with strong superstition and abhorrence. He can be seen as stubborn, arrogant, and cold hearted, but underneath his cold exterior is a only pain and misguidance. His goal is to prove his family name worthy and has enlisted into the Academy with his fathers sacred family hammer to do so. |
9,161 | 254 | 50 | 1,972 | 780 | Alex laughed at Edge as he claimed God was against his family. He shook his head and explained, “God does not favor some over others and God does not show hate. This perception of Hate is all in the mind of man. Deaths, bad luck, disaster, this is not God hating, but testing us. Testing our will, our faith, and you may stray down a rotten path, but God will always be there to help you. No matter what you’ve done or what your family has done. God will be there.” And with that Alex walked through the portal to the destination.
“I have fought the undead before,” Alex said before he sighed and rubbed his eyes and explained, “They are torchered souls a malevolent being uses for their own twisted deed. A crusader like myself who has trained in the holy arts knows how to combat the undead without hurting the soul inside. We hear their souls screaming for release and wanting to ascend o the afterlife. What many don’t know is that a person who has not going into paradise cannot become an undead. They are the ones that want a release from their prison. To become undead, a soul must not be willing to become undead.” | Name: Alexander Cross
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Type: Crusader
School: Demon Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Soul Eater Abilities:
Soul Taker: Absorb and trap malevolent, demonic, and evil souls with in. (Only able to trap five souls at this point)
Soul Crush: Use the Trapped souls as kinetic energy to be used as bombs. (Can only use once per day)
Soul Refuge: Summon and Control the trapped souls within Soul Edge (Has not master and therefore can not use)
Soul Eater down falls:
Soul Taker: if more soul are taken that able to handle. user will be corrupted and possessed by every soul inside Soul Edge.
Soul Crush: uses a massive amount of energy from user and if energy is lacking. Soul bombs will actually attack the user instead of enemy.
Soul Refuge: once used, the user has a risk of being taken over by one or all of the souls to be changed into a massive creature of evil.
Bio:
Alex was born into a clan of Demon hunters known as the Holy Cross. A group of priest and priestesses whose sole purpose is to hunt down demons and any other malevolent or evil creature. From a young age Alex was trained in their way of fighting to prep him for the trials ahead. Alex’s road was both physically and mentally straining, but it was all so he could wield the Holy Cross’s greatest weapons known as Soul Edge. Weapons filled with divine power to absorb and trap malevolent, demonic, and evil souls with in and allow the wielder to use them in battle. .
Every member of the Holy Cross must go through rigorous and dangerous trials to even be able to wield such a powerful, yet dangerous power. Should a member not be ready to wield a Soul Edge, their very soul will be taken over by the many malevolent, demonic, and evil souls trapped within. Alex has already proven himself to be able to wield one of the Soul Edges, but he is unable to wield it at its full potential. For that, he must travel to the Academy of Solomon like many of his mentors have done. Once he is able to fully control his Soul Edge, Alex will be a full fledge member of the Holy Cross. However, should he be taken over by the many souls he has inside his Soul Edge. He’ll become nothing more than another Demon the Holy Cross will have to deal with. |
9,162 | 254 | 51 | 859 | 1,660 | Li had stepped through the gate at the same time as the rest, and upon arrival in the pub, she scrunched up her nose in disgust. How could a place smell like that? Didn't the owners spend hours upon hours in it? It was in their best interest to keep it clean a smelling fresh. At that moment, Li could understand why her Father had never let her come with him to his meetings with his friends back in the day.
'Why are you disgusted? This smell is like paradise to me.'
'You seem to forget I'm not a sicko like you.'
'More like you're no fun. You'll eventually acquire a taste for the finer things in life.'
'By the Lane name, I hope I never do.'
Li turned toward Estelle and tilted her head slightly, curious. "You're French, then?"
Then she looked at Edge and shrugged his comment about Paris off. She had always wanted to visit the city and she wouldn't let a foul-smelling pub ruin this opportunity.
She then turned toward the religious fanatic and looked at him, expressionless, for a moment. "One does not have to be unwilling to become undead. Some necromancers are undead themselves. According to my Father, at least." | -------- |
9,163 | 254 | 52 | 1,201 | 1,269 | Why had she decided to become a hunter? To prove a point? To show that she can? Because her father didn't let her? None of those sounded quite right. She didn't have much time to answer as more people began to pop up. Maybe even all of them were already here. They all looked like they were capable and had some impressive sounding resumes. She ducked her head, feeling less confident in herself. She was a complete novice compared to them all and only had rough, basic training from a secondary source.
But that was why she was here: To improve and get stronger. She did her best not to let her lack of experience bring her down and listened to what the mission was. They get to go to Paris, though it wasn't going to be a glamorous trip. They were going to the Catacombs and fight some undeads. There were a lot of them and there were mages among them, so Darlene felt somewhat safer.
The mission had just started and there already were problems arising about what their strategy was going to be. James was being kind of snobbish and bossy, Mr. Hellsing seemed a bit shaken up by the circumstances yet still determined, Eisen was trying to add in his two cents, and everyone else seemed to be waiting for clearer instructions.
Actually, it was settled quicker than Darlene expected. She followed the rest of them through the gate, feeling quite strange. "Turns out I'm not much of a fan of it either," she muttered under her breath. It did not help that the place smelled like well... her brothers after they came back from playing mud football but ten times worse. She held her breath for a moment, trying to block out the smell but gave up quickly. | Name: Darlene McGarvin
Appearance:
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Type: Descendant
School: Beast Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Bio:
Born into a long line of werewolf hunters, Darlene was no pushover. She had three older brothers and one younger brother so she was the only girl in the family. Her mother was not a hunter, but her father was and he trained all of his children to become one; well, all except Darlene. Because she was a girl, he wanted her to have nothing to do with hunting and would tell her to always stay in the house and help her mother with the housework, much to her dismay.
Fortunately, her younger brother, Simon, was sympathetic of the situation, so every night when they had the chance, he would teach her everything that they had learned that day. Soon enough, Simon realized that Darlene made a better hunter than him and their older brothers.
Couple years go by like this and Darlene thought that she was ready to become acknowledged as a hunter too. She confronted her father, who was completely outraged that Simon and she would do this behind his back. Though thanks to much convincing by Simon, her mother, and Darlene herself, he agreed that he would send her to a Beast Hunter school and that if she managed to graduate, he would finally acknowledge her as a hunter.
Now heading to the academy, Darlene is determined to show her worth and earn her father's faith. She does not intend to let anything or anyone distract her from her goal. |
9,164 | 254 | 53 | 2,654 | 2,774 | Michael smiled at Alex's talk about God, he could tell that he would like his roommate, the boy had a good understanding of God. Of course there was a little disagreement from some of the other hunters since they all had skills and capabilities that brought them to this school, they were young and foolish. Pride was a sin that the Seven Paths of God tried to keep out of ones mind and soul, for it was a sin that could lead to horrible defeat.
He followed the others into the portal and felt a strange sensation with the transportation process. Michael was surprised that they were in Paris, never before had he traveled by such miraculous means. The smell of the city wasn't pleasant and he wondered where these crypts would be located, either or he was ready for the challenge ahead.
"I think that those of us who have the tools or abilities to combat the undead should take the lead and give the others protection" he said as he walked beside the others with his Axe of Truth held firmly in his hand. | Name: St Michael
Appearance: St Michael stands at about five feet and nine inches tall. His body is very athletically built and has muscle. He has bright red hair and fierce green eyes. He wears a white tunic with a design like the ones that Christian crusaders wore, and black pants that are good for movement. His footwear is black boots made up of leather and animal fur. He also wears a necklace with the holy cross on the end
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Type: crusader
School: Demon Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s): The Axe of Truth
The Axe of Truth is a divine weapon that is deadly to evil and can get past magical resistance, another of its capabilities is to glow brightly in darkness when he wills it. It also will always return to him no matter how far he throws it.
Bio: There exists a catholic church of fighting priests whose skill in the arts of armed and unarmed combat are legend. The best among these fighting priests go on to become crusaders of The Keys of Solomon. This is where St Michael's story begins. Many years ago when he was an infant the church of fighting priests found him on their doorstep and they took him in as one of their own. From a very young age Michael displayed great potential in the arts of combat and they trained him in their martial art known as the Seven Paths of God. They believed that his in blood was the power of a heavenly angel and gave him the name St Michael for they believed him to be the Archangel reincarnated in mortal form to battle with the forces of the devil.
As he grew older his skills increased and his speed was faster than any of the other priests of the church and his body healed quicker than any normal human. It was then that they revealed to him the secret of how there was more than just him left on their doorstep, but also an axe with divine properties. Feeling that he was ready to use the weapon, they gave it to him and Michael named it The Axe of Truth. With his training among the priests nearly finished, they decided that he would attend The Academy of Solomon where he would train in the hunt of demons and help in the crusade of destroying evil.
Even though he would have preferred to stay with the church, he understand that his destiny called him to other place and life of a hero awaited him. Michael also wondered what the other students would be like and he was especially curious to meet other crusaders. He was incredibly tenacious and wouldn't give up on his hero's journey to become a great warrior against the forces of darkness. |
9,165 | 254 | 54 | 492 | 62 | All this talk about God, the soul, and what the undead were and what they were not was going over Eisens head. He didnt care to much on the metaphysical details as he did the physical.
"A question for those who have experience with zombies" he said nonchalantly.
"Whats the best way to defeat them. Are the movies any accurate? Hit them in the head and make them dead?"
That last part was his way of trying to be funny, despit the fact he was bad at jokes. It made him chuckle a little at least.
He tighten his grip on his hammer. He was awaiting for further instructions from Edge as well as an answer from one of his class mates. | Name: Eisen Torquemada
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Type: Crusader
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon: Holy Hammer
Bio: Eisen Torquemada was born in a small village in Spain to a poor family of witch hunters. He was quickly brought up to abhor magic users and see them as weak and cowardly. Instead he was taught to trust and strengthen his own body to overcome the unnatural evil in this world.
Coming from a long family line of witch Hunters, Torquemada has learned to not trust any magic users and instead go on brute strength and determination to overcome the supernatural. Even now, magic using classmates are meet with strong superstition and abhorrence. He can be seen as stubborn, arrogant, and cold hearted, but underneath his cold exterior is a only pain and misguidance. His goal is to prove his family name worthy and has enlisted into the Academy with his fathers sacred family hammer to do so. |
9,166 | 254 | 55 | 1,972 | 780 | “That’s true Ms. A Necromancer is a soul chosen from hell to torcher souls of both the living and those who have gone to heaven. That is the one exception in terms of the undead,” Alex said to Li. His calm demeanor suddenly changed when the thought of a Necromancer was involved and he became enraged and ranted, “But that does not mean they are the same as the souls they use for their actions! A Necromancer is nothing but a seed of the Devil that is sent to the living plain to create chaos. They are able to pull souls from heaven into their dead bodies and control them. The more hatred a Necromancer has for the souls in heaven the more powerful they become! A much more powerful Necromancer does not need the soul of the dead body, but instead can pull any soul into a random body. No matter if it belongs to it or not!” Alex was not yelling like the mentioned of a Necromancer seemed to pull up a horrible memory.
“However, the worst part is that when a soul is released from its undead prison. It does not go back to heaven? It is sent to limbo for all eternity! It doesn’t matter what kind of soul it is, but the most venerable souls are,” Alex said before he stopped and looked around at everyone. He took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes before he said, "I apologize for my rant there. You all didn’t deserve to see or hear that. I’m sorry.” Alex went back to his calm demeanor. Until his weapon twitched on his back and both his fists clinched and he tensed up for a moment before he took another deep breath.
Alex looked Eisen and laughed a little before he explained, “A bullet to the head will not work since whatever is controlling the undead will just bring them back. A holy enchanted weapon will do the trick because it will release the soul inside and turn the body to ash. However.” Alex said as he reached behind him and took out a small vial of water and continued, “A drop of holy water will make any weapon into a holy enchanted weapon, but only for upwards to an hour. If you use magic instead of weapons then you put a drop on your dominate hand. This will make your magic infused with holy magic as well.” Alex gripped the vial and looked at everyone and his demeanor changed again into a more stern and strict one.
“However, make sure you are all prepared for what you are about to do because you might think you’re saving lives. However, the souls you release from those undead will not return to heave, but got into limbo forever. That is unless we kill the Necromancer that’s controlling them first. Then they will return to heaven. Just be ready for that to be on your shoulders forever. “ Alex explained before he handed the vial to everyone to use. | Name: Alexander Cross
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Type: Crusader
School: Demon Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Soul Eater Abilities:
Soul Taker: Absorb and trap malevolent, demonic, and evil souls with in. (Only able to trap five souls at this point)
Soul Crush: Use the Trapped souls as kinetic energy to be used as bombs. (Can only use once per day)
Soul Refuge: Summon and Control the trapped souls within Soul Edge (Has not master and therefore can not use)
Soul Eater down falls:
Soul Taker: if more soul are taken that able to handle. user will be corrupted and possessed by every soul inside Soul Edge.
Soul Crush: uses a massive amount of energy from user and if energy is lacking. Soul bombs will actually attack the user instead of enemy.
Soul Refuge: once used, the user has a risk of being taken over by one or all of the souls to be changed into a massive creature of evil.
Bio:
Alex was born into a clan of Demon hunters known as the Holy Cross. A group of priest and priestesses whose sole purpose is to hunt down demons and any other malevolent or evil creature. From a young age Alex was trained in their way of fighting to prep him for the trials ahead. Alex’s road was both physically and mentally straining, but it was all so he could wield the Holy Cross’s greatest weapons known as Soul Edge. Weapons filled with divine power to absorb and trap malevolent, demonic, and evil souls with in and allow the wielder to use them in battle. .
Every member of the Holy Cross must go through rigorous and dangerous trials to even be able to wield such a powerful, yet dangerous power. Should a member not be ready to wield a Soul Edge, their very soul will be taken over by the many malevolent, demonic, and evil souls trapped within. Alex has already proven himself to be able to wield one of the Soul Edges, but he is unable to wield it at its full potential. For that, he must travel to the Academy of Solomon like many of his mentors have done. Once he is able to fully control his Soul Edge, Alex will be a full fledge member of the Holy Cross. However, should he be taken over by the many souls he has inside his Soul Edge. He’ll become nothing more than another Demon the Holy Cross will have to deal with. |
9,167 | 254 | 56 | 492 | 62 | Eisen took the drop of holy water. His hammer was blessed by pope Pope Sixtus IV in the 13th century when his ancestors started hunting witches, but he didn't know if it really had holy properties or not. He did not understand enough of the arcane to risk condemning some poor soul to purgatory for his incompetence so he decided to put a drop of the water on his hammer just in case. He had an hour from now to make it count but that's all he needed. Worse case scenario he could just cripple a zombie to make it nonthreatening to anyone until they destroyed the source. | Name: Eisen Torquemada
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Type: Crusader
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon: Holy Hammer
Bio: Eisen Torquemada was born in a small village in Spain to a poor family of witch hunters. He was quickly brought up to abhor magic users and see them as weak and cowardly. Instead he was taught to trust and strengthen his own body to overcome the unnatural evil in this world.
Coming from a long family line of witch Hunters, Torquemada has learned to not trust any magic users and instead go on brute strength and determination to overcome the supernatural. Even now, magic using classmates are meet with strong superstition and abhorrence. He can be seen as stubborn, arrogant, and cold hearted, but underneath his cold exterior is a only pain and misguidance. His goal is to prove his family name worthy and has enlisted into the Academy with his fathers sacred family hammer to do so. |
9,168 | 254 | 57 | 157 | 3,052 | Edge nodded as he began to walk away from the pub and down the street towards carefully looking along the walls of this older section of the city. His eyes darted back to Alex for a moment. "Their is always the other route, break the bones and leave them. The undead are brittle, you can destroy the limbs and leave the torso intact. Long as the head stays on they just keep putting themselves back together." He told them as he stopped beginning to run his hands along the wall. "Weapons blessed or made from a used by a holy figure generally do the trick as well." The wall clicked and he soon moved on wards. One hand on the wall feeling for the next switch. "Mercy was made using some shards of Joan of Arc's armor so she'll be useful." He paused hearing a second click he walked down and pushed on a carving that must have been three centuries old at least.
He looked back at them all. "So I'm just going to take a guess but I doubt it's a necromancer. Their rare as is and they prefer battle fields, places where the owners suffered. This is probably a demon cult or a bunch of witches trying to bring back a certain soul. Sometimes magic restless dead will get up and walk when enough magic moves through the air." He told them moving up and down the clicking more switches and looking at symbols glancing back at the book. "The route were using is from World War 2, French resistance used it, the switches are just to disarm traps Hunters have set since then." He explained as he clicked the one then returned to a very elaborate door craving with a lion of it.
He stepped back and sighed, he kicked it hard and the doorway clicked moving off to the side. He stuck his in and whistled, the echo carried down and down further until it faded away. "Well that's creepy as Hell." He looked back at them and nodded. "If they are from a Necromancer their going to scream and cry when we meet them, if they don't then just break into bits. Remember their if they are mindless freaks of nature then you protect yourself, you are alive they are not and don't want that to change." He explained as he pulled three flares from his jacket setting two down he stepped on to the old metal ladder that lead down into these tombs. "Nothing ventured..." He said lighting the flare he jumped in grabbing the sides of the ladder as he slid down a ways grabbing the sides he took the flare out of his mouth. "Right, I have not been mauled to death by angry bone men, single file come on in shut the door behind you. Don't need locals trying to treasure hunt and getting ripped to pieces." He yelled up as he started to slowly make his way down. "If it is witches then we call it it in, if they are over the age of eighteen odds are they are going to try and turn us into frogs or whatever." He said his voice echoing up as they began the long climb to the right level for them to begin their search. | Name: Edward "Edge" Van Helsing
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Type: Descendant
School: Monster Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s): Mercy and Paragon
Bio: The Helsing line is one of misfortune and trouble. Edward's mother died giving birth to him, his father was a seasoned hunter. They lived in London until Edward turned nine, when disaster struck his family again. A cult of vampires gathered and assaulted the Helsing manor, a young Edward awoke to his the manor servants screaming as they vampire feasted upon them. Edge's father was surrounded gunning down each as they approached. Edge himself had collected one of the silver swords from the manors great hall. Then made his way to the window looking for his father, as the house caught fire.
Edge arrived in time to see his father drained of life, and discarded. Edge had never had drive to be violent, not until that day. In truth no Helsing is born a Hunter, nearly all of them suffer and that vengeance that burns in their hearts, that is what makes a Helsing fight. When this near year old child, with only a sword in hand saw the death of not only of his father but also of his friends and caretakers he broke. He jumped out the window crashing down upon the vampire he struck it blow after blow after blow. When his arms gave out he dropped the sword.
Luckily for Edge some of the staff had survived, now the heir of his branch of the Helsing family Edge spent days training. He also took up music, the violin specifically. It had been his mothers, now with both his parents gone he did his best to remember and learn things about them. Finally after training for years he was accepted into the Academy, choosing to train in Monster Hunting due to the fact he felt Vampire hunting would present little challenge. While tough and cocky at times, Edge backs this up with lethal aim and fast paced movement, his sword and knives skills are impressive however he knows little of magic or demons. |
9,169 | 254 | 58 | 2,633 | 3,130 | Following Edge, James listened to his explanations about the undead and who or what may be controlling them. The French must be different if their witches try and bring back souls of the dead. Back where he came from, witches were interested in only one thing; alchemical research. Most witches are based down to potion making, which in of itself is just another form of alchemy.
"You know Ive never had the pleasure to deal with undead. Most witches I fight are interested in creating the philosophers stone of elixer of life, so they're not that hard to kill." he said, following behind Edge into the hall and creating his crossbow, Checking it was already loaded as he went and creating some extra ammo to load up later. The light of the flares licked at the shadow, causing the shape to flicker and move. Taking the ammo, he shaped it into his other favoured weapon; the gun blade. Shaping the crossbow into a smaller form and fusing it with the blade created a great and useful gun blade for both close and long ranged combat.
"Soo... Necromancers. I heard they are just witches turned corrupted by the Thanatos force. Any truth in that, Hellsing? I'm kinda surprised I haven't been contracted to kill one if that is true." he said walking with him and making sure everyone was still following. | Name: James "Sundown" Ferren
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Type: Mage, Shadow Elemental
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Complete Darkness: Completely blind an enemy as long as the caster or target is in a shadow. AOE spell, causes everything in a circle around either the caster or target to become pitch black. (About 35m)
Shadow Constructs: Create an objects or form out of shadow, as long as there is a shadow nearby. This can include weapons, armour, walls, shields, buildings or servants.
Bio: Born into a family of mages, James was mostly an outsider. His parents and relatives all used light based magic, whereas James clearly possessed a dark ability. Shadows would converge densely around him and people often had trouble discerning his form. This led to several accidents, including a supposed sighting of a mythical creature where the hunters tranquillised him. Another incident was a prerequisite to his transfer into The Academy of Solomon. A witch caught him wandering and stole him away since he looked like a Shadow Nymph, a rare and powerful creature made of shadow. After he was taken, his family arrived on the scene; only to find that which they did not expect.
The witch had recently been attacking civilians, and other mages and druids had had trouble defeating it. When James's parents arrived, everything around the area was pitch black, and the witch was nothing but a mess of gore and bones. In James's hand, a large crossbow of shadow and across the ground lay countless tiny daggers. This caused him to be enrolled into the Academy of Solomon, and his classification as a Witch Hunter. |
9,170 | 254 | 59 | 1,201 | 1,269 | Darlene listened to Alex's explanation on holy water and took a drop for her ax. "Thanks," she said graciously. She really did have a lot to learn and was relieved that her teammates were so capable.
"As soon as this mission is over, I definitely need to study up... I just hope I live long enough to get to that point."
Edge also had things to say and she listened diligently. Soon enough, they have arrived at the scene of the crime. Edge found a switch that revealed an entrance. He went on ahead, making sure it was safe then called for the rest of them to follow him, single file. Darlene followed behind James and took a deep breath. | Name: Darlene McGarvin
Appearance:
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Type: Descendant
School: Beast Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Bio:
Born into a long line of werewolf hunters, Darlene was no pushover. She had three older brothers and one younger brother so she was the only girl in the family. Her mother was not a hunter, but her father was and he trained all of his children to become one; well, all except Darlene. Because she was a girl, he wanted her to have nothing to do with hunting and would tell her to always stay in the house and help her mother with the housework, much to her dismay.
Fortunately, her younger brother, Simon, was sympathetic of the situation, so every night when they had the chance, he would teach her everything that they had learned that day. Soon enough, Simon realized that Darlene made a better hunter than him and their older brothers.
Couple years go by like this and Darlene thought that she was ready to become acknowledged as a hunter too. She confronted her father, who was completely outraged that Simon and she would do this behind his back. Though thanks to much convincing by Simon, her mother, and Darlene herself, he agreed that he would send her to a Beast Hunter school and that if she managed to graduate, he would finally acknowledge her as a hunter.
Now heading to the academy, Darlene is determined to show her worth and earn her father's faith. She does not intend to let anything or anyone distract her from her goal. |
9,171 | 254 | 60 | 2,654 | 2,774 | Michael was a little surprised by Alex's rant and the anger that seemed to be coming off his voice. He had taken his roommate for being rather controlled in his emotions. Michael was at least glad that Alex apologized for his rant and showed some humility, he was interested when he heard that holy water could temporarily turn a normal weapon holy. He hadn't heard of that before and realized that he still a good amount to learn from his fellow students. Michael followed Edge down into the crypts and got an uneasy feeling about the place. Something just didn't feel right and he couldn't figure out what.
When Edge got out his flare Michael made his axe glow a light blue as the divine power within it sought to peel away the darkness. He kept at a lower level of luminosity so that it wasn't too bright and he followed the others down the ladder. Once on the ground he listened to the talk about it being witches who made the undead rise from the grave and Michael decided to voice his own opinion on the matter.
"There is also the possibility that a very powerful demon is behind this. I've heard stories of demons possessing souls and raising the dead. That could also be the cause of this and if it is then we will be in for a very hard and deadly fight. Demons will fight with all of their strength to prevent themselves from being sent back to hell" he said to Edge and James. If it did turn out to be a demon behind this then Michael was glad to have also brought along his bible that he kept in his pack. An exorcism would be needed to help weaken the demon and make it vulnerable enough to send it back into the abyss | Name: St Michael
Appearance: St Michael stands at about five feet and nine inches tall. His body is very athletically built and has muscle. He has bright red hair and fierce green eyes. He wears a white tunic with a design like the ones that Christian crusaders wore, and black pants that are good for movement. His footwear is black boots made up of leather and animal fur. He also wears a necklace with the holy cross on the end
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Type: crusader
School: Demon Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s): The Axe of Truth
The Axe of Truth is a divine weapon that is deadly to evil and can get past magical resistance, another of its capabilities is to glow brightly in darkness when he wills it. It also will always return to him no matter how far he throws it.
Bio: There exists a catholic church of fighting priests whose skill in the arts of armed and unarmed combat are legend. The best among these fighting priests go on to become crusaders of The Keys of Solomon. This is where St Michael's story begins. Many years ago when he was an infant the church of fighting priests found him on their doorstep and they took him in as one of their own. From a very young age Michael displayed great potential in the arts of combat and they trained him in their martial art known as the Seven Paths of God. They believed that his in blood was the power of a heavenly angel and gave him the name St Michael for they believed him to be the Archangel reincarnated in mortal form to battle with the forces of the devil.
As he grew older his skills increased and his speed was faster than any of the other priests of the church and his body healed quicker than any normal human. It was then that they revealed to him the secret of how there was more than just him left on their doorstep, but also an axe with divine properties. Feeling that he was ready to use the weapon, they gave it to him and Michael named it The Axe of Truth. With his training among the priests nearly finished, they decided that he would attend The Academy of Solomon where he would train in the hunt of demons and help in the crusade of destroying evil.
Even though he would have preferred to stay with the church, he understand that his destiny called him to other place and life of a hero awaited him. Michael also wondered what the other students would be like and he was especially curious to meet other crusaders. He was incredibly tenacious and wouldn't give up on his hero's journey to become a great warrior against the forces of darkness. |
9,172 | 254 | 61 | 859 | 1,660 | Li took a drop of holy water for her Naginata, being extremely careful not to get any of the water on herself and not to stare directly at it. She then followed Edge and the rest into the catacombs, minding the change in atmosphere very little. All the talk about witches and Necromancers and demons was a little over her head at that point. Did it matter, at this point? They hadn't even found the first enemy yet. The worst case scenario for her would be for it to be a demon, considering her little friend inside of her mind. Any direct contact with Holy items was enough to damage her both physically and mentally.
'Lu, I'll give you some control over my eyes. Let us see in the dark.'
Immediately after that thought, Li could notice her eyes catching a lot more detail in the pitch dark catacombs, and she could see further away than the tiny spot that was covered by Edge's flare and the others' own sources of light. The only downside was that she couldn't help but stare at her companions' bodies for a little longer than she normally would.
'Can you cut it off? Being distracted like that will get us killed.'
'I just love the images that come into your head when I force you to look at them with those eyes.'
Li groaned and readied her stance for combat, keeping up with the group. | -------- |
9,173 | 254 | 62 | 492 | 62 | Eisen followed the others. His stomach grumbled some more from hunger but now was not the time to worry about that. Being the normal human he was, he had to learn how to focus his mind in order to ignore pain and fatigue. He couldn't worry about these things when a witch was coming to tear his throat. But still, he was only human and he could only handle so much. Eisen instead went over his previous training in his head to ignore the hunger pain. He was also listening for orders and being vigilant for danger and ambushes. Just because this passage was a secret didnt mean the enemy didnt know. And what better means to set up a surprise attack for hunters then to attack them where they least expect it. | Name: Eisen Torquemada
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Type: Crusader
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon: Holy Hammer
Bio: Eisen Torquemada was born in a small village in Spain to a poor family of witch hunters. He was quickly brought up to abhor magic users and see them as weak and cowardly. Instead he was taught to trust and strengthen his own body to overcome the unnatural evil in this world.
Coming from a long family line of witch Hunters, Torquemada has learned to not trust any magic users and instead go on brute strength and determination to overcome the supernatural. Even now, magic using classmates are meet with strong superstition and abhorrence. He can be seen as stubborn, arrogant, and cold hearted, but underneath his cold exterior is a only pain and misguidance. His goal is to prove his family name worthy and has enlisted into the Academy with his fathers sacred family hammer to do so. |
9,174 | 254 | 63 | 1,972 | 780 | Alex placed the Holy water back onto his pocket and followed the rest. The idea of a demon in the catacombs eased his mind. Facing demons was something he could handle, but Necromancers was something completely different. As he listened to the others, Alex spoke up, “Mr. Hellsing, are these catacombs like the legend says? Were any who wonder into them; see their most horrific fear? Or is that nothing but myth?”
When Michael brought up the fact a demon would fight for its very existence so it wouldn’t be sent back to hell nodded and said, “Yes, the fear of being sent back to hell is always in the back of their minds. However, if this truly is a demon. being sent back to hell is the least of its worries.” Alex’s weapon twitched on his back and a smile formed on his face.
“Only room for two more, but once I advance my skills at this academy. I’ll be able to trap all of you evil spirits inside the void of Soul Eater,” Alex said. With that another thought came up and Alex said, “I must ask that even though Mr. Hellsing is the leader, that you all comply when I ask you to cover your ears. I’m not sure what type of effect you’ll all have once the screams start.” | Name: Alexander Cross
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Type: Crusader
School: Demon Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Soul Eater Abilities:
Soul Taker: Absorb and trap malevolent, demonic, and evil souls with in. (Only able to trap five souls at this point)
Soul Crush: Use the Trapped souls as kinetic energy to be used as bombs. (Can only use once per day)
Soul Refuge: Summon and Control the trapped souls within Soul Edge (Has not master and therefore can not use)
Soul Eater down falls:
Soul Taker: if more soul are taken that able to handle. user will be corrupted and possessed by every soul inside Soul Edge.
Soul Crush: uses a massive amount of energy from user and if energy is lacking. Soul bombs will actually attack the user instead of enemy.
Soul Refuge: once used, the user has a risk of being taken over by one or all of the souls to be changed into a massive creature of evil.
Bio:
Alex was born into a clan of Demon hunters known as the Holy Cross. A group of priest and priestesses whose sole purpose is to hunt down demons and any other malevolent or evil creature. From a young age Alex was trained in their way of fighting to prep him for the trials ahead. Alex’s road was both physically and mentally straining, but it was all so he could wield the Holy Cross’s greatest weapons known as Soul Edge. Weapons filled with divine power to absorb and trap malevolent, demonic, and evil souls with in and allow the wielder to use them in battle. .
Every member of the Holy Cross must go through rigorous and dangerous trials to even be able to wield such a powerful, yet dangerous power. Should a member not be ready to wield a Soul Edge, their very soul will be taken over by the many malevolent, demonic, and evil souls trapped within. Alex has already proven himself to be able to wield one of the Soul Edges, but he is unable to wield it at its full potential. For that, he must travel to the Academy of Solomon like many of his mentors have done. Once he is able to fully control his Soul Edge, Alex will be a full fledge member of the Holy Cross. However, should he be taken over by the many souls he has inside his Soul Edge. He’ll become nothing more than another Demon the Holy Cross will have to deal with. |
9,175 | 254 | 64 | 157 | 3,052 | Necromancers can come from many back grounds, lots of religions and plenty of them seem to have gods who are active." He said carefully stepping off the ladder and onto the ground. He began to walk down one of the old tunnels.
He spoke to Micheal next. "Demons prefer battlefields or places with history's of tragedy. I doubt we'd find one down here they would want be near majors places from the revolution. Demons make the undead fight like they did before they died." He said as he made his way along the tunnel, finally they came to a large room, more and more of them seemed to just go with doors separating them.
He looked at Alex as he stopped drawing both his pistols now. "I don't know... I just know their are things that should stay buried. Anyway this is the bottom level, these chamber house the dead dating back to the Romans. If they start moving cut them down." With that he pushed open the first large door leading into the next burial chamber. Faint glows emitted from wooden torches on the wall.
Edge paused opening his journal he nodded. "It's witches, the fire their is magic in origin and is used by mages to judge magic in the air. Bright the glow, more magic around us." He concluded placing the book back in his pocket. "However these tombs go on for miles... So anyone got any good stories?" He chuckled walking onward towards the door opening it gently so they could continue through the old stone crypts. | Name: Edward "Edge" Van Helsing
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Type: Descendant
School: Monster Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s): Mercy and Paragon
Bio: The Helsing line is one of misfortune and trouble. Edward's mother died giving birth to him, his father was a seasoned hunter. They lived in London until Edward turned nine, when disaster struck his family again. A cult of vampires gathered and assaulted the Helsing manor, a young Edward awoke to his the manor servants screaming as they vampire feasted upon them. Edge's father was surrounded gunning down each as they approached. Edge himself had collected one of the silver swords from the manors great hall. Then made his way to the window looking for his father, as the house caught fire.
Edge arrived in time to see his father drained of life, and discarded. Edge had never had drive to be violent, not until that day. In truth no Helsing is born a Hunter, nearly all of them suffer and that vengeance that burns in their hearts, that is what makes a Helsing fight. When this near year old child, with only a sword in hand saw the death of not only of his father but also of his friends and caretakers he broke. He jumped out the window crashing down upon the vampire he struck it blow after blow after blow. When his arms gave out he dropped the sword.
Luckily for Edge some of the staff had survived, now the heir of his branch of the Helsing family Edge spent days training. He also took up music, the violin specifically. It had been his mothers, now with both his parents gone he did his best to remember and learn things about them. Finally after training for years he was accepted into the Academy, choosing to train in Monster Hunting due to the fact he felt Vampire hunting would present little challenge. While tough and cocky at times, Edge backs this up with lethal aim and fast paced movement, his sword and knives skills are impressive however he knows little of magic or demons. |
9,176 | 254 | 65 | 492 | 62 | Eisen took a moment to think of any stories he could tell. None could come to mind at the moment. The smell form earlier was getting worse. It seemed oddly familiar almost like... the dead.
"Sir Hellsing, i think we may not be alone down here." | Name: Eisen Torquemada
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Type: Crusader
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon: Holy Hammer
Bio: Eisen Torquemada was born in a small village in Spain to a poor family of witch hunters. He was quickly brought up to abhor magic users and see them as weak and cowardly. Instead he was taught to trust and strengthen his own body to overcome the unnatural evil in this world.
Coming from a long family line of witch Hunters, Torquemada has learned to not trust any magic users and instead go on brute strength and determination to overcome the supernatural. Even now, magic using classmates are meet with strong superstition and abhorrence. He can be seen as stubborn, arrogant, and cold hearted, but underneath his cold exterior is a only pain and misguidance. His goal is to prove his family name worthy and has enlisted into the Academy with his fathers sacred family hammer to do so. |
9,177 | 254 | 66 | 1,201 | 1,269 | Darlene shifted uncomfortably; the smell was getting worse but it definitely felt different. She already felt like throwing up, pinching her nose with her free hand. "...They are coming our way... aren't they? she said in a hushed, yet nasal-y tone.
"Come on Darlie, this is nothing. But Jesus Christ, what a way to start of the first day of school."
Witches... Some of her team had to be Witch hunters, right? They should have at least some experience. She decided that she would do anything that they would tell her to do, as she is not quite familiar with witches. Actually, she did not know much beyond werewolves and maybe a bit about vampires. She'll play it safe for now, maybe act as a support. How long did they have again until the holy water wore off? An hour, right? Was that enough time for them to complete this mission though? Jeez, this sucked... | Name: Darlene McGarvin
Appearance:
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Type: Descendant
School: Beast Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Bio:
Born into a long line of werewolf hunters, Darlene was no pushover. She had three older brothers and one younger brother so she was the only girl in the family. Her mother was not a hunter, but her father was and he trained all of his children to become one; well, all except Darlene. Because she was a girl, he wanted her to have nothing to do with hunting and would tell her to always stay in the house and help her mother with the housework, much to her dismay.
Fortunately, her younger brother, Simon, was sympathetic of the situation, so every night when they had the chance, he would teach her everything that they had learned that day. Soon enough, Simon realized that Darlene made a better hunter than him and their older brothers.
Couple years go by like this and Darlene thought that she was ready to become acknowledged as a hunter too. She confronted her father, who was completely outraged that Simon and she would do this behind his back. Though thanks to much convincing by Simon, her mother, and Darlene herself, he agreed that he would send her to a Beast Hunter school and that if she managed to graduate, he would finally acknowledge her as a hunter.
Now heading to the academy, Darlene is determined to show her worth and earn her father's faith. She does not intend to let anything or anyone distract her from her goal. |
9,178 | 254 | 67 | 1,972 | 780 | Alex followed the group as everyone prepared their weapons. His Soul Eater was still chained and clothed on his back as to keep the screaming of the three souls mute to the others in the group. He would use all their suggestions and use close quarters combat to break the bones of the undead. It wouldn’t be easy, but it was better than subjecting them all to the screams. When the Hellsing boy asked for a story and no one offer he figured he’s pass the time.
“I got one,” Alex said before he begins, “once there was a man who was sick and twisted. He would do dastardly and horrible things to his victims. However, when he got board of the older victims he began targeting the innocent children of his village. For years this went on until finally he was caught and hung for his crimes.” Alex stopped speaking for a few seconds like he was trying to remember the rest of the story. Why this story? Maybe it’s because? Alex thought before he lost his train of thought and continued.
“Many years later; we’re talking about 50 years later mind you. The man returns as a Necromancer and terrorizes the living with his un dead. A group of Demon Hunters is sent to deal with the Necromancer and his undead army. Among the demon hunters is a young apprentice who is told to deal with the undead while his superiors handle the Necromancer. The young apprentice cuts down every undead he comes across until word comes down that the Necromancer is defeated. However, this stories ending is not a happy one. The young apprentice slays 21 undead before the Necromancer is destroyed, but he is unaware of what happens to the souls trapped in the undead bodies when slain before the Necromancer is destroyed. This Necromancer was the powerful type and could put random souls into undead bodies. Every soul the Necromancer took from heaven was a child’s soul and the young apprentice is told what happens when a soul is released from the undead body while the necromancer is still around. The young apprentice has sent 21 child souls to Limbo,” Seth tells before he stops and finishes, “the young apprentice wonders how he can slay monsters when he himself is a monster? That’s the end of the story.” | Name: Alexander Cross
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Type: Crusader
School: Demon Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Soul Eater Abilities:
Soul Taker: Absorb and trap malevolent, demonic, and evil souls with in. (Only able to trap five souls at this point)
Soul Crush: Use the Trapped souls as kinetic energy to be used as bombs. (Can only use once per day)
Soul Refuge: Summon and Control the trapped souls within Soul Edge (Has not master and therefore can not use)
Soul Eater down falls:
Soul Taker: if more soul are taken that able to handle. user will be corrupted and possessed by every soul inside Soul Edge.
Soul Crush: uses a massive amount of energy from user and if energy is lacking. Soul bombs will actually attack the user instead of enemy.
Soul Refuge: once used, the user has a risk of being taken over by one or all of the souls to be changed into a massive creature of evil.
Bio:
Alex was born into a clan of Demon hunters known as the Holy Cross. A group of priest and priestesses whose sole purpose is to hunt down demons and any other malevolent or evil creature. From a young age Alex was trained in their way of fighting to prep him for the trials ahead. Alex’s road was both physically and mentally straining, but it was all so he could wield the Holy Cross’s greatest weapons known as Soul Edge. Weapons filled with divine power to absorb and trap malevolent, demonic, and evil souls with in and allow the wielder to use them in battle. .
Every member of the Holy Cross must go through rigorous and dangerous trials to even be able to wield such a powerful, yet dangerous power. Should a member not be ready to wield a Soul Edge, their very soul will be taken over by the many malevolent, demonic, and evil souls trapped within. Alex has already proven himself to be able to wield one of the Soul Edges, but he is unable to wield it at its full potential. For that, he must travel to the Academy of Solomon like many of his mentors have done. Once he is able to fully control his Soul Edge, Alex will be a full fledge member of the Holy Cross. However, should he be taken over by the many souls he has inside his Soul Edge. He’ll become nothing more than another Demon the Holy Cross will have to deal with. |
9,179 | 254 | 68 | 859 | 1,660 | Heaven sounds like the most unsafe place in existence, what with mere Demons and Necromancers being able to steal souls from there... Your God really should start acting and stop watching. Li said, having heard Alex's story. The story seemed too biased to her. Did they even make an effort to understand the Necromancer they had killed before tainting his memory? Do Necromancers steal souls? Did Heaven even exist? These people assumed too much.
'I don't know about Heaven, and neither about that so-called "God", but I do know of Angels. Those things are armed to the teeth with Holy stuff, and every single one of them has a stick so far up their ass that you'd do better staying away from them.'
'Figures Angels would be like the human fanatics.'
"The answer to that question is that monsters don't exist and neither do heroes. You do what you have to do, and it ends there."
She stopped talking for a second, and then spoke to Darlene, "I believe they might be watching us. Expect them to be in the unlikeliest places. They might be hiding in the piles of bones we have as walls." | -------- |
9,180 | 254 | 69 | 157 | 3,052 | Edge stopped in one of the chambers. "Spread out, weapons ready." He said carefully walking towards the door. He pushed it open and their in the center of the room was five girls, each of them looked to be about the same age them.
However stepping forward was a man, dressed in pure white robes brandishing a great sword. He moved gracefully and his blonde hair fell around his face framing it. "I am the herald of Gabriel, you shall fall before-" Suddenly five cracks filed the air, the man gasped and tumbled to the ground, his robes turning red as the blood pooled around him.
Edge raised his pistols at the witches. "Surrender or face death." He called out, stepping towards them pistols trained on the girls. When the ground gave out from under him. Edge fell down gunshots echoing, from the hole the undead began to pour out dozens of walking bones some clinging to weapons as others swiped wildly with their hands.
The witches themselves took each others hands and vanished. Their spell or whatever had cause this outbreak remained on an altar in the center which they had been gathering around.
Edge had fall into one of the mass graves, he'd managed to rush back onto a pile of rubble in the room below, blasting skulls open as they tried to take him. "Get back you damned lifeless horrors!" He kicked at those he couldn't shoot. However he was he was running out of standard ammo. | Name: Edward "Edge" Van Helsing
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Type: Descendant
School: Monster Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s): Mercy and Paragon
Bio: The Helsing line is one of misfortune and trouble. Edward's mother died giving birth to him, his father was a seasoned hunter. They lived in London until Edward turned nine, when disaster struck his family again. A cult of vampires gathered and assaulted the Helsing manor, a young Edward awoke to his the manor servants screaming as they vampire feasted upon them. Edge's father was surrounded gunning down each as they approached. Edge himself had collected one of the silver swords from the manors great hall. Then made his way to the window looking for his father, as the house caught fire.
Edge arrived in time to see his father drained of life, and discarded. Edge had never had drive to be violent, not until that day. In truth no Helsing is born a Hunter, nearly all of them suffer and that vengeance that burns in their hearts, that is what makes a Helsing fight. When this near year old child, with only a sword in hand saw the death of not only of his father but also of his friends and caretakers he broke. He jumped out the window crashing down upon the vampire he struck it blow after blow after blow. When his arms gave out he dropped the sword.
Luckily for Edge some of the staff had survived, now the heir of his branch of the Helsing family Edge spent days training. He also took up music, the violin specifically. It had been his mothers, now with both his parents gone he did his best to remember and learn things about them. Finally after training for years he was accepted into the Academy, choosing to train in Monster Hunting due to the fact he felt Vampire hunting would present little challenge. While tough and cocky at times, Edge backs this up with lethal aim and fast paced movement, his sword and knives skills are impressive however he knows little of magic or demons. |
9,181 | 254 | 70 | 492 | 62 | Eisens instincts took over. He assumed if the altar was destroyed, then maybe the undead would stop and no one would risk sending souls to an enternity of limbo. He ran to the altar and brought his hammer down with a mighty thud. It didnt do much damage the altar was more durable then he thought. He looked back toward the group.
"I suggest some people help Mr.Hellsing and others help me brake this altar. We might be able to stop the dead if we do."
He went back to hammering at the altar. He was ready to throw himself at the undead if needed to protect his team and leader. | Name: Eisen Torquemada
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Type: Crusader
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon: Holy Hammer
Bio: Eisen Torquemada was born in a small village in Spain to a poor family of witch hunters. He was quickly brought up to abhor magic users and see them as weak and cowardly. Instead he was taught to trust and strengthen his own body to overcome the unnatural evil in this world.
Coming from a long family line of witch Hunters, Torquemada has learned to not trust any magic users and instead go on brute strength and determination to overcome the supernatural. Even now, magic using classmates are meet with strong superstition and abhorrence. He can be seen as stubborn, arrogant, and cold hearted, but underneath his cold exterior is a only pain and misguidance. His goal is to prove his family name worthy and has enlisted into the Academy with his fathers sacred family hammer to do so. |
9,182 | 254 | 71 | 1,201 | 1,269 | Darlene frowned at Alex's story. "Well that was a fun story," she thought sarcastically to herself. It was a bit too overly dramatic and had too much religious undertones for her taste. She kept her opinion to herself however. Well, Li had plenty to say on that matter anyhow.
Suddenly, they had reached the chamber where the witches were hiding in. Before she knew it, they had disappeared, leaving the altar behind. Edge was being attacked by the undead while Eisen was trying to destroy the altar.
She decided to help out Edge as he seemed to be in more trouble. She jumped down to join him and began to slash at them with her ax. "Are you alright?" she asked as she deflects one with its sword, and pushed it back. Fighting real monsters sure was different than practice. And there were a lot of them. | Name: Darlene McGarvin
Appearance:
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Type: Descendant
School: Beast Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Bio:
Born into a long line of werewolf hunters, Darlene was no pushover. She had three older brothers and one younger brother so she was the only girl in the family. Her mother was not a hunter, but her father was and he trained all of his children to become one; well, all except Darlene. Because she was a girl, he wanted her to have nothing to do with hunting and would tell her to always stay in the house and help her mother with the housework, much to her dismay.
Fortunately, her younger brother, Simon, was sympathetic of the situation, so every night when they had the chance, he would teach her everything that they had learned that day. Soon enough, Simon realized that Darlene made a better hunter than him and their older brothers.
Couple years go by like this and Darlene thought that she was ready to become acknowledged as a hunter too. She confronted her father, who was completely outraged that Simon and she would do this behind his back. Though thanks to much convincing by Simon, her mother, and Darlene herself, he agreed that he would send her to a Beast Hunter school and that if she managed to graduate, he would finally acknowledge her as a hunter.
Now heading to the academy, Darlene is determined to show her worth and earn her father's faith. She does not intend to let anything or anyone distract her from her goal. |
9,183 | 254 | 72 | 859 | 1,660 | Things happened quickly. Now Li and the rest were in the middle of a possible slaughter. Her eyes surveyed the scene, adrenaline pumping into her veins. Her heart beat quickly and strongly, nearly deafening her.
And then one of the skeletons ran toward her, arms swinging wildly.
Time slowed down for Li, and her right hand twitched in a moment of hesitation. Should she use her Naginata or her hands? This was an open chamber, after all--Her hesitation was cut short when Eisen ran past her, pushing the skeleton to the ground. Another skeleton ran toward her, this one wielding a rusty dagger. She got into a low stance and deflected its stab, grabbing its arm and pulling it off his body with a kick. The skeleton fell from the force and Li swiftly pulled its other arm off and stomped its cranium to dust.
The first skeleton was struggling to get up, and Li kicked its ribcage to force it back down, then pulled its arms off and stomped its cranium.
Others were closing in now.
'I need more speed!' Li thought.
'No need to say it twice.'
Four more skeletons set their eye sockets on her, and she made a decision that moment. Driven by fear of being alone against this horde and the fear of leaving Eisen without cover, she rushed towards him, dodging a few attacks and skeletons on the way to him. He was smashing at the altar with his hammer.
"Eisen, I'll cover you. Quickly, you must destroy the altar!" She shouted and grabbed her Naginata from her back, getting into a defensive stance. The first wave of skeletons arrived quickly. Three of them, two with swords and one unarmed. With a spin and three sound of clashing metal, the three skeletons fell to the ground, having been cut in half. | -------- |
9,184 | 254 | 73 | 1,972 | 780 | “Heave is safe; however, god does his best to keep his children say. There are loop holes in many of the Holy Scriptures that the dark one uses and so do the Necromancers, “Alex began to explain before they walked into the chamber and all hell broke loss. Alex quickly reached for his weapon before he stopped. He knew the screams would start when the cloth and chains came off so instead he used close quarter combat with the undead. He quickly uppercutted one of the undead; fracturing its jaw. Alex quickly took out the holy water and let a few drops fall onto each of his fists before he attacked another undead.
He quickly punched the chest of another undead before he was able to get behind it and snap its neck. The undead convulsed before it fell to the ground. he undead that had its Jaw fractured lunged at Alex, but he quickly rolled out of the way. This is getting me no were. I don’t want to do it, but I’ll have to Use Soul Eater. Alex thought.
“Please forgive me,” Alex said before he unchained the weapon on his back. The chain quickly wrapped around Alex’s right ar. As soon as he unwrapped the cloth and gripped his weapon, the screams began. There were three voices coming from his weapon. Each one screaming to be let out from their prison or asking for forgiveness. Using his Soul eater, Alex cut down one of the Undead, slicing off one of its arms. | Name: Alexander Cross
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Type: Crusader
School: Demon Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Soul Eater Abilities:
Soul Taker: Absorb and trap malevolent, demonic, and evil souls with in. (Only able to trap five souls at this point)
Soul Crush: Use the Trapped souls as kinetic energy to be used as bombs. (Can only use once per day)
Soul Refuge: Summon and Control the trapped souls within Soul Edge (Has not master and therefore can not use)
Soul Eater down falls:
Soul Taker: if more soul are taken that able to handle. user will be corrupted and possessed by every soul inside Soul Edge.
Soul Crush: uses a massive amount of energy from user and if energy is lacking. Soul bombs will actually attack the user instead of enemy.
Soul Refuge: once used, the user has a risk of being taken over by one or all of the souls to be changed into a massive creature of evil.
Bio:
Alex was born into a clan of Demon hunters known as the Holy Cross. A group of priest and priestesses whose sole purpose is to hunt down demons and any other malevolent or evil creature. From a young age Alex was trained in their way of fighting to prep him for the trials ahead. Alex’s road was both physically and mentally straining, but it was all so he could wield the Holy Cross’s greatest weapons known as Soul Edge. Weapons filled with divine power to absorb and trap malevolent, demonic, and evil souls with in and allow the wielder to use them in battle. .
Every member of the Holy Cross must go through rigorous and dangerous trials to even be able to wield such a powerful, yet dangerous power. Should a member not be ready to wield a Soul Edge, their very soul will be taken over by the many malevolent, demonic, and evil souls trapped within. Alex has already proven himself to be able to wield one of the Soul Edges, but he is unable to wield it at its full potential. For that, he must travel to the Academy of Solomon like many of his mentors have done. Once he is able to fully control his Soul Edge, Alex will be a full fledge member of the Holy Cross. However, should he be taken over by the many souls he has inside his Soul Edge. He’ll become nothing more than another Demon the Holy Cross will have to deal with. |
9,185 | 254 | 74 | 492 | 62 | Of course! Holy water! Why didnt he think of it before. Now was not the time to blame himself. Not when tge life of his comrades was at risk.
"Pass me a vile"
He yelled across the room to get Alexs attention. He appriciated Estelles knowledge of the arcane. His usual method of force to beat the darkness may of not been enough to save the others, and he knew he could learn something from this. | Name: Eisen Torquemada
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Type: Crusader
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon: Holy Hammer
Bio: Eisen Torquemada was born in a small village in Spain to a poor family of witch hunters. He was quickly brought up to abhor magic users and see them as weak and cowardly. Instead he was taught to trust and strengthen his own body to overcome the unnatural evil in this world.
Coming from a long family line of witch Hunters, Torquemada has learned to not trust any magic users and instead go on brute strength and determination to overcome the supernatural. Even now, magic using classmates are meet with strong superstition and abhorrence. He can be seen as stubborn, arrogant, and cold hearted, but underneath his cold exterior is a only pain and misguidance. His goal is to prove his family name worthy and has enlisted into the Academy with his fathers sacred family hammer to do so. |
9,186 | 254 | 75 | 157 | 3,052 | Edge had just run out of rounds and had to reload as Darlene arrived. "Nothing some basic healing couldn't fix." Reaching into his coat he pulled out a vial. "Alright, back to your tombs!" The monster hunter yelled tossing the vial into the darkness the light from it exploding outwards then all went quiet and the skeletons fell to pieces. Though they slowly began to reform. "That was my only vial... We should get out... Now before they pulled themselves together. Running towards the hole in the floor he put his hands together and set them their. "Use me as a boost then pull me up." He told Darlene, the undeads hands moving to help place bones back together.
He heard the others planning to drop holy water on the later. "Demon blood!" He yelled up. "That's an alter to the angel Gabriel, use demon blood if you want to stop the magic." He yelled up after boosting Darlene he reach in to his jacket throwing up a pulsing red vial. "Use that!" He said scrambling up trying to get up the ledge as the undead were nearly put back together. | Name: Edward "Edge" Van Helsing
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Type: Descendant
School: Monster Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s): Mercy and Paragon
Bio: The Helsing line is one of misfortune and trouble. Edward's mother died giving birth to him, his father was a seasoned hunter. They lived in London until Edward turned nine, when disaster struck his family again. A cult of vampires gathered and assaulted the Helsing manor, a young Edward awoke to his the manor servants screaming as they vampire feasted upon them. Edge's father was surrounded gunning down each as they approached. Edge himself had collected one of the silver swords from the manors great hall. Then made his way to the window looking for his father, as the house caught fire.
Edge arrived in time to see his father drained of life, and discarded. Edge had never had drive to be violent, not until that day. In truth no Helsing is born a Hunter, nearly all of them suffer and that vengeance that burns in their hearts, that is what makes a Helsing fight. When this near year old child, with only a sword in hand saw the death of not only of his father but also of his friends and caretakers he broke. He jumped out the window crashing down upon the vampire he struck it blow after blow after blow. When his arms gave out he dropped the sword.
Luckily for Edge some of the staff had survived, now the heir of his branch of the Helsing family Edge spent days training. He also took up music, the violin specifically. It had been his mothers, now with both his parents gone he did his best to remember and learn things about them. Finally after training for years he was accepted into the Academy, choosing to train in Monster Hunting due to the fact he felt Vampire hunting would present little challenge. While tough and cocky at times, Edge backs this up with lethal aim and fast paced movement, his sword and knives skills are impressive however he knows little of magic or demons. |
9,187 | 254 | 76 | 2,654 | 2,774 | Michael immediately went into attack mode and drew his divine axe. Even though his battle senses were in full effect he still wanted to refrain from killing the risen dead out of fear of condemning the innocent soul to damnation. He kicked out with his right foot in a wide sweep and caught a zombie on the head causing the undead creature to topple to the ground from the hit. He then swung out with the blunt side of his weapon to whack another zombie with it in the hopes of incapacitating the creature. He then heard Edge shout to them about the alter being dedicated to the archangel Gabriel and that demon blood was need.
"Where do we find demon blood? I don't have any. Does anyone else have some?!" he called out as he performed a powerful double kick to one zombie and then spun around to whack another with his axe making spin to the ground like a top. If the alter was indeed dedicated to one of God's glorious angels then it made this sort cruel evil act all the more blasphemous, and it also meant that his bible may not work for countering this horrible witchcraft. | Name: St Michael
Appearance: St Michael stands at about five feet and nine inches tall. His body is very athletically built and has muscle. He has bright red hair and fierce green eyes. He wears a white tunic with a design like the ones that Christian crusaders wore, and black pants that are good for movement. His footwear is black boots made up of leather and animal fur. He also wears a necklace with the holy cross on the end
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Type: crusader
School: Demon Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s): The Axe of Truth
The Axe of Truth is a divine weapon that is deadly to evil and can get past magical resistance, another of its capabilities is to glow brightly in darkness when he wills it. It also will always return to him no matter how far he throws it.
Bio: There exists a catholic church of fighting priests whose skill in the arts of armed and unarmed combat are legend. The best among these fighting priests go on to become crusaders of The Keys of Solomon. This is where St Michael's story begins. Many years ago when he was an infant the church of fighting priests found him on their doorstep and they took him in as one of their own. From a very young age Michael displayed great potential in the arts of combat and they trained him in their martial art known as the Seven Paths of God. They believed that his in blood was the power of a heavenly angel and gave him the name St Michael for they believed him to be the Archangel reincarnated in mortal form to battle with the forces of the devil.
As he grew older his skills increased and his speed was faster than any of the other priests of the church and his body healed quicker than any normal human. It was then that they revealed to him the secret of how there was more than just him left on their doorstep, but also an axe with divine properties. Feeling that he was ready to use the weapon, they gave it to him and Michael named it The Axe of Truth. With his training among the priests nearly finished, they decided that he would attend The Academy of Solomon where he would train in the hunt of demons and help in the crusade of destroying evil.
Even though he would have preferred to stay with the church, he understand that his destiny called him to other place and life of a hero awaited him. Michael also wondered what the other students would be like and he was especially curious to meet other crusaders. He was incredibly tenacious and wouldn't give up on his hero's journey to become a great warrior against the forces of darkness. |
9,188 | 254 | 77 | 1,201 | 1,269 | Darlene smirked as she continued to push the zombies back so Edge could reload his gun. "Glad to hear it," she said. She watched Edge throw a vial, causing an explosion, somewhat dazed by the flash of light. Shaking her head and regaining her focus, she let Edge boost her back up and then grabbed his hand, pulling him up as well.
She grabbed the vial that was on the floor and rushed it over to the altar. She began to fight her way through the undead monsters. Fortunately most of them were either down below or fought off by her team. She pulled off the cap and then dumped its content onto the altar. "...I-is it working...?" | Name: Darlene McGarvin
Appearance:
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Type: Descendant
School: Beast Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Bio:
Born into a long line of werewolf hunters, Darlene was no pushover. She had three older brothers and one younger brother so she was the only girl in the family. Her mother was not a hunter, but her father was and he trained all of his children to become one; well, all except Darlene. Because she was a girl, he wanted her to have nothing to do with hunting and would tell her to always stay in the house and help her mother with the housework, much to her dismay.
Fortunately, her younger brother, Simon, was sympathetic of the situation, so every night when they had the chance, he would teach her everything that they had learned that day. Soon enough, Simon realized that Darlene made a better hunter than him and their older brothers.
Couple years go by like this and Darlene thought that she was ready to become acknowledged as a hunter too. She confronted her father, who was completely outraged that Simon and she would do this behind his back. Though thanks to much convincing by Simon, her mother, and Darlene herself, he agreed that he would send her to a Beast Hunter school and that if she managed to graduate, he would finally acknowledge her as a hunter.
Now heading to the academy, Darlene is determined to show her worth and earn her father's faith. She does not intend to let anything or anyone distract her from her goal. |
9,189 | 254 | 78 | 157 | 3,052 | The altar sharted into pieces as the demon blood coated and the undead collapsed, Edge sat down taking off his hat. "That... That really sucked." He panted as the adrenaline left his body. "I hate angelic alters, those things are as bads as the demons." He grumbled looking at the shattered alter.
Slowly he stood up legs shaking. "Alright, everyone take a seat were going to rest before we get out of here." His however wandered over to the alter and slowly he began to curse it. "Why did have to be Gabriel." He mumbled, of course now it made sense why the French Helsings had ventured down here. He paused looking towards a very much intact tomb getting up he walked over and gave it a kick. The wall crumbled, it seemed to be an empty tomb reaching out his hand moved through it. "Guys... I think." Suddenly he fell through the fake tomb and yelled out. "You gotta see this!"
Within the tomb were dozens of monster tools, most were rusted beyond use. However a few had been keenly persevered. Edge madly flipped through the journal. The first weapon that had survived was golden, inlaid with jewels and silver. "This battle axe was made by the Germanic tribes to hunt werewolves." He said, next going to a short but stout warhammer. "This was forged by the Dwarves in the America's before they were killed by human plague's." Finely he came two staff's simple and plain. "These staffs allow the users to warp themselves and anyone touching them to a leyline gate anywhere in the world. "These are major finds, not mentions the dozens of scrolls and lost spell books in here. A few set of ornate white armor lay perfect condition the floor scattered. "This is one of the Romans magical store houses. I think some others found it but died escaping." | Name: Edward "Edge" Van Helsing
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Type: Descendant
School: Monster Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s): Mercy and Paragon
Bio: The Helsing line is one of misfortune and trouble. Edward's mother died giving birth to him, his father was a seasoned hunter. They lived in London until Edward turned nine, when disaster struck his family again. A cult of vampires gathered and assaulted the Helsing manor, a young Edward awoke to his the manor servants screaming as they vampire feasted upon them. Edge's father was surrounded gunning down each as they approached. Edge himself had collected one of the silver swords from the manors great hall. Then made his way to the window looking for his father, as the house caught fire.
Edge arrived in time to see his father drained of life, and discarded. Edge had never had drive to be violent, not until that day. In truth no Helsing is born a Hunter, nearly all of them suffer and that vengeance that burns in their hearts, that is what makes a Helsing fight. When this near year old child, with only a sword in hand saw the death of not only of his father but also of his friends and caretakers he broke. He jumped out the window crashing down upon the vampire he struck it blow after blow after blow. When his arms gave out he dropped the sword.
Luckily for Edge some of the staff had survived, now the heir of his branch of the Helsing family Edge spent days training. He also took up music, the violin specifically. It had been his mothers, now with both his parents gone he did his best to remember and learn things about them. Finally after training for years he was accepted into the Academy, choosing to train in Monster Hunting due to the fact he felt Vampire hunting would present little challenge. While tough and cocky at times, Edge backs this up with lethal aim and fast paced movement, his sword and knives skills are impressive however he knows little of magic or demons. |
9,190 | 254 | 79 | 492 | 62 | Eisen was tired. This exhaustion was a mixture of him skipping a meal and bashing at the altar futility. He felt like a fool but he knew he had to keep going. He was not going to let his humanity become his weakness, but yet he was going to show it was his strength.
After finding the cache of equipment he sat down to rest. There was some pretty useful tools weapons and armor but his pride would not let him part with his family heirlooms. He looked up toward Darlene and said:
"You should look at some of the stuff down here. See if they have any armor that can fit you."
He smiled and then tried to focus his strength. He was breathing heavily but tried to control it scanning the room to see if there would be any potions or small tools he may find useful later. | Name: Eisen Torquemada
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Type: Crusader
School: Witch Hunter
Magic/Weapon: Holy Hammer
Bio: Eisen Torquemada was born in a small village in Spain to a poor family of witch hunters. He was quickly brought up to abhor magic users and see them as weak and cowardly. Instead he was taught to trust and strengthen his own body to overcome the unnatural evil in this world.
Coming from a long family line of witch Hunters, Torquemada has learned to not trust any magic users and instead go on brute strength and determination to overcome the supernatural. Even now, magic using classmates are meet with strong superstition and abhorrence. He can be seen as stubborn, arrogant, and cold hearted, but underneath his cold exterior is a only pain and misguidance. His goal is to prove his family name worthy and has enlisted into the Academy with his fathers sacred family hammer to do so. |
9,191 | 254 | 80 | 1,972 | 780 | Alex sighed when the fighting was over and he could wrap hos weapon back in chains and cloth. He first laid the cloth on the ground and placed Soul Eater on the cloth before wrapping it up. The voices where still shouting, but now muffled and as soon as he wrapped the chain around the cloth the voices stopped. Alex stood back up when he heard Edge yell from another room. When he walked into the room he saw the tools, scrolls and other assortment of items.
“Looks like they found their secret stash. Guess this turned into an excavation,” Alex said with a smile before he walked around the tomb looking at the items. | Name: Alexander Cross
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Type: Crusader
School: Demon Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Soul Eater Abilities:
Soul Taker: Absorb and trap malevolent, demonic, and evil souls with in. (Only able to trap five souls at this point)
Soul Crush: Use the Trapped souls as kinetic energy to be used as bombs. (Can only use once per day)
Soul Refuge: Summon and Control the trapped souls within Soul Edge (Has not master and therefore can not use)
Soul Eater down falls:
Soul Taker: if more soul are taken that able to handle. user will be corrupted and possessed by every soul inside Soul Edge.
Soul Crush: uses a massive amount of energy from user and if energy is lacking. Soul bombs will actually attack the user instead of enemy.
Soul Refuge: once used, the user has a risk of being taken over by one or all of the souls to be changed into a massive creature of evil.
Bio:
Alex was born into a clan of Demon hunters known as the Holy Cross. A group of priest and priestesses whose sole purpose is to hunt down demons and any other malevolent or evil creature. From a young age Alex was trained in their way of fighting to prep him for the trials ahead. Alex’s road was both physically and mentally straining, but it was all so he could wield the Holy Cross’s greatest weapons known as Soul Edge. Weapons filled with divine power to absorb and trap malevolent, demonic, and evil souls with in and allow the wielder to use them in battle. .
Every member of the Holy Cross must go through rigorous and dangerous trials to even be able to wield such a powerful, yet dangerous power. Should a member not be ready to wield a Soul Edge, their very soul will be taken over by the many malevolent, demonic, and evil souls trapped within. Alex has already proven himself to be able to wield one of the Soul Edges, but he is unable to wield it at its full potential. For that, he must travel to the Academy of Solomon like many of his mentors have done. Once he is able to fully control his Soul Edge, Alex will be a full fledge member of the Holy Cross. However, should he be taken over by the many souls he has inside his Soul Edge. He’ll become nothing more than another Demon the Holy Cross will have to deal with. |
9,192 | 254 | 81 | 859 | 1,660 | Li, panting, slung her Naginata over her shoulder.
'Well, that was a fight.'
Looking around at the chamber, easily thousands of bones were spread thorough its floor. It wasn't that impressive, since a single skeleton had around 200 bones. Then Edge said something, and when Li walked over to him and saw the weapons and armor he'd found, she nodded.
"A set of armour and one staff, claimed." Li said instantly, walking toward the set that looked like it'd fit her best, but stumbling along the way on another weapon--A dagger. It seemed sharp and usable, so Li grabbed it as well. | -------- |
9,193 | 254 | 82 | 1,201 | 1,269 | Darlene sighed with relief. It was over and they all had survived... for now at least. Her heart was still racing from the adrenaline rush but she was more than eager to get out of this creepy place. She followed the rest of them to the tomb, fascinated by the treasures found. She was particularly interested in the battle axe, that was golden and covered with jewels. It was way fancier than her o'reliable axe and probably does not suit her at all, but still, it sure looked nice.
She was still staring at it when Eisen called her out, telling her that she should look for some armor. "Oh, right! Good idea, Eisen," she said gratefully with a smile.
She picked one that would protect her but was still light enough that she could move easily. It wouldn't be strong enough to save her from a powerful hit, but from werewolves? This should be more than enough. She glanced around to see if anyone was interested in the axe.
"Can I take the axe?" she asked politely, not to anyone in particular. If no one would claim it, she would take it for herself. | Name: Darlene McGarvin
Appearance:
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Type: Descendant
School: Beast Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s):
Bio:
Born into a long line of werewolf hunters, Darlene was no pushover. She had three older brothers and one younger brother so she was the only girl in the family. Her mother was not a hunter, but her father was and he trained all of his children to become one; well, all except Darlene. Because she was a girl, he wanted her to have nothing to do with hunting and would tell her to always stay in the house and help her mother with the housework, much to her dismay.
Fortunately, her younger brother, Simon, was sympathetic of the situation, so every night when they had the chance, he would teach her everything that they had learned that day. Soon enough, Simon realized that Darlene made a better hunter than him and their older brothers.
Couple years go by like this and Darlene thought that she was ready to become acknowledged as a hunter too. She confronted her father, who was completely outraged that Simon and she would do this behind his back. Though thanks to much convincing by Simon, her mother, and Darlene herself, he agreed that he would send her to a Beast Hunter school and that if she managed to graduate, he would finally acknowledge her as a hunter.
Now heading to the academy, Darlene is determined to show her worth and earn her father's faith. She does not intend to let anything or anyone distract her from her goal. |
9,194 | 254 | 83 | 157 | 3,052 | Edge shrugged. "Sure take the axe if you like, I just want the scrolls. I can add whatever they contain to the journals." The monster hunter smiled collecting them sliding into an old leather bag as he looked at the others. "No armor for me, I like being able to move." He finished collect the scrolls gripping the Warhammer. "No sense in leaving this, it's a very rare weapon and worth a couple of fortunes at least." He smiled then stepped back out grabbing the other staff using a piece of chalk he began to write some runes from one of the scrolls on the ground.
Finally sitting down he looked back at the altar. "I hate angels." He said looking back at the others. "Alright we get out of here if you guys like... Though how about a detour just rest and relax first?" Edge chuckled waiting for their answers. In truth he was more hoping to distract them so they wouldn't ask about how he knew how to destroy angelic altars. | Name: Edward "Edge" Van Helsing
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Type: Descendant
School: Monster Hunter
Magic/Weapon(s): Mercy and Paragon
Bio: The Helsing line is one of misfortune and trouble. Edward's mother died giving birth to him, his father was a seasoned hunter. They lived in London until Edward turned nine, when disaster struck his family again. A cult of vampires gathered and assaulted the Helsing manor, a young Edward awoke to his the manor servants screaming as they vampire feasted upon them. Edge's father was surrounded gunning down each as they approached. Edge himself had collected one of the silver swords from the manors great hall. Then made his way to the window looking for his father, as the house caught fire.
Edge arrived in time to see his father drained of life, and discarded. Edge had never had drive to be violent, not until that day. In truth no Helsing is born a Hunter, nearly all of them suffer and that vengeance that burns in their hearts, that is what makes a Helsing fight. When this near year old child, with only a sword in hand saw the death of not only of his father but also of his friends and caretakers he broke. He jumped out the window crashing down upon the vampire he struck it blow after blow after blow. When his arms gave out he dropped the sword.
Luckily for Edge some of the staff had survived, now the heir of his branch of the Helsing family Edge spent days training. He also took up music, the violin specifically. It had been his mothers, now with both his parents gone he did his best to remember and learn things about them. Finally after training for years he was accepted into the Academy, choosing to train in Monster Hunting due to the fact he felt Vampire hunting would present little challenge. While tough and cocky at times, Edge backs this up with lethal aim and fast paced movement, his sword and knives skills are impressive however he knows little of magic or demons. |
9,195 | 255 | 0 | 579 | 98 | Deep space travel was never really a pleasant thing. large amounts of time wasted doing nothing while the ship went in a relatively straight line in a single direction for days or months on end. For deep space travel, Cryo oddly enough was still preferable than actually being awake the entire time. Well for passengers at least, actual crew still had to man their stations and not everything was safe to leave up to computers to handle. Waking up from cryo was the worst. Most people called it hibernation sickness, though doctors would argue that it's not actually a sickness and more or less just your body waking up after several months of being asleep. Whatever it was called it wasn't pleasant. That tingly feeling that happened when a limb didn't get proper circulation and fell asleep happened so often and so erratically there was never really any part of you that wasn't unpleasant to use. Couple that with the sensation of being drunk but no actual happy buzz to go with it and you were left with a body that felt slow and sluggish to respond, and unpleasant when it did respond. People found themselves fighting through a haze just to go about menial daily things like getting dressed. This hibernation sickness as people called it lasted for a whopping 6 to 7 hours, and that was with medication. Without it, lasted for around the better part of a week giver or take a few days depending on a person's size. Bottom line, Hibernation sickness sucked and all the miners were going through it right now as they sat in a blurred haze in medical getting poked and prodded by docs trying to stave off the "Sickness" as it was so often called. Whoever thought it would be nice to sleep non stop for about a month never traveled deep space.
After the poking and prodding was done, the mining team was herded through a corodore of bright lights and dark figures as needles were jabbed into their arms, injecting them with chemicals and medications. In actuality they were ushered down the hall while doctors with medicine injected them in a sort of assembly line fashion. Keeping track of time like this though wasn't likely to happen. And what felt like a disjointed couple of minutes or hours turned into a sudden sense of clarity as the shock from the landing craft being jettisoned from the ship rocked through the miners as the landing craft plummeted through the thick atmosphere of Corona. They were scheduled to touch down in an assembly outpost that had been built to accept orbital drops. Or well that was the plan. Plans on frontier worlds rarely ever went as smoothly as anyone ever liked, if they even went at all.
As they plummeted towards the ground, Jack was slow to come out of his haze. The jarring started him on the process and things were beginning to clear up a lot more now, but leaning down to reach under his seat to get into a supply cache of cigars felt like he was climbing some kind of mountain with no O2 tank to combat the high altitude. But jack, jack needed his fix. He needed that taste in his mouth. After what felt like ages he finally managed to pull one out and shut the case as he leaned back up and into his seat. Slipping the cigar into his mouth and gnawing on the thing now firmly planted in his mouth. Though as the full clarity of the situation kicked in, he saw that "No Smoking" sign looming over his head as if it was some nun with a ruler at a private school. He barely even registered the sudden rapid impacts that were happening on one side of the landing craft as it descended from the heavens. | Name:
Connor Higgins
Age:
25
Sex:
Male
Appearance:
Connor has a cybernetic left arm.
Height:
6’3”
Weight:
220 lbs
Rig Type:
Crab
Secondary Arm:
Tow Launcher
Equipment:
environmental suit
cabal wrist computer
Cybernetic Repair Kit
Cybernetic arm replacement
5 Gallons of Whale Oil
Biography:
Connor was born into a military family. His father was an infantryman, and his mother was a medic. He never met his father, and as soon as he was old enough, his mother sent him to a boarding school on Mars. Connor receives a video message from his mom once in a while, but she is kept busy as a space explorer crew doctor. Our Lady Teresa, the boarding school, was Connor’s home until graduation. Connor realized that in Our Lady Teresa existed a hierarchy of power; those with no power were at the bottom, and the strongest we at the top. It didn’t take Connor long after arriving that living at the bottom was a living hell, and the only way to survive was to get stronger. By graduation, Connor stood alone at the top of that school, no one could even stand up to him.
After graduation, Connor go into an underground fighting circuit for a few years. His fighting career ended when Connor made enemies with the wrong people, and got a few people killed: Lacy, his girlfriend at the time; and Earl, his manager. With his fighting career over, Connor decided to join the military. Connor fought for a few years on the frontlines, until the day when Connor lost his arm due to an enemy grenade. The military paid for Connor to receive a cybernetic arm, which power is three times as strong as a normal human arm. During physical therapy, the doctor informed that the cybernetic arm has ports to connect to various devices, and can receive upgrades if he could find the right guy. After his physical therapy was completed Connor decided to do some exploring, by joining a mining crew on some ice hell in the space boondocks.
Connor Higgins has been underground fighter, an infantryman, and now he is an intergalactic miner. Hmm, quite the resume.
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Higher Ground |
9,196 | 255 | 1 | 2,627 | 196 | Arik's hibernation sickness, thanks to his size and the medications, was wearing off well. Now it was mostly the injections that were bothering him. Arik had never liked needles, so being forced to get them for the sake the job was a difficult process for him. Falling through atmosphere toward a new planet, the only thing on his mind was the pain in his arms. He needed to take his mind off it.
Arik noticed one of his crewmates, Jack if he was remembering correctly, reaching under his seat to pull out a cigar. Reaching under his own seat Arik could feel the leather cover of one of his axe blades. He pulled both his axes from the storage, as well as his chess piece. Placing the piece in his pocket, Arik kept the axes on his lap, running his hands over them. The landing craft rocked, breaking Arik's attention away from his tools and toward the job again. They would be on the ground soon, and he would be ready. | Name:
Arik Gantz
Age:
29
Sex:
Male
Appearance:
Height:
197cm (~6'5")
Weight:
112kg (~247lbs)
Rig Type:
Crab
Secondary Arm:
Pilebunker
Equipment:
Environmental suit
Cabal wrist computer
Two (2) tactical axes with rear facing mining/ice pick, top mounted flare launcher, rotatable/removable locking spiked knuckle handle with wrist strap, handle mounted reverse grip serrated trench knife
One (1) black king chess piece made of red oak.
Biography:
Arik was born and raised in Germany on Earth, and had no intention of leaving the planet most of his life. As a child he had taken a liking to boxing, his father happily teaching Arik. This led to Arik getting into fights in school, though usually nothing major. As he grew older, Arik grew larger and stronger, his fights getting more violent. In high school Arik was expelled from the school system for assaulting a teacher. No diploma, he needed to find a job to earn money, finding a living in the ring.
Arik was a star under the spotlight every night, defeating any challengers. His life had become comfortable as he earned wealth and fame from every win. This continued for a while until Arik was faced with an opponent equal to himself. The match was brutal and lasted over an hour, both men refusing to give in. Just before the final bell Arik landed one last punch on the man, knocking him to the floor. The match ended, Arik was declared the winner, but the man did not stand. Upon medical examination he was found to be dead.
Arik was banned from his weight class, losinghis source of income. As if tgat weren't enough, the following legal battle cost Arik almost everything he had. Arike became muscle for hire, taking any job he could, until he came across an advertisement for a mining job on a frontier world. Not having many other options, he took the job, immediately preparing for the journey. |
9,197 | 255 | 2 | 1,011 | 1,386 | Connor’s eyes were open, yet he couldn’t see a thing; except a grey haze. His shoulder socket was throbbing, and he grabbed it, hoping to relieve the pain. Sitting up after being frozen for a few months is the second worst thing Connor has ever experienced; the first being the time his arm was blown off. Everything was spinning, and his stomach attempted to empty itself, but Connor hasn’t consumed any solid food since before he was put into hibernation.
Once his vision focused, Connor attempted to stand, but his legs were weak from the long period of inactivity and he had to used the pod as a support. The crew of doctors and nurses pushed, poked, and tugged him and the other miners; pumping them full of medicines to relieve the hibernation sickness. His head was pounding, his muscles ached, and his stomach wanted to turn inside out, but the one nurse said at worst it would only last for a couple more hours.
Finally, Connor was ushered into a seat near the other miners. The nurse told them to secure themselves, as the ship was about to enter Corona’s atmosphere. Connor saw that all the miners’ belongings were stored under their individual seats. Connor reached under and retrieved his cybernetic arm, and attached it to the socket that was installed in his left shoulder. As Connor stretched his robotic limb making sure it was connected properly, the entire ship started to shake. Connor knew they would be landing soon, and he secured himself into the seat. | Standing at just under 5'6" (1.67m) Kelly MacLise is a fairly stereotypical example of her Irish heritage. Her body is lithe with a reasonable amount of muscle from having run track and field for most her life. Fierce and determined green eyes are juxtaposed upon a face that could almost be described as gentle.
Username:
Hexaflexagon
Name:
Kelly MacLise
Age:
25
Sex:
Female
Rig Type:
Biped
Secondary Arm:
3 Tipped Mining Drill: Used primarily to collect mineral samples to bring back for study. While Kelly has voiced complaints about the terrible consistency of the drill and the samples she gathers making suggesting for the installment of a capacitor to help monitor the rotational speed. Never the less the drill gets the job done and in a scratch can be used in self defense.
Equipment:
Environmental Suit
Cabal Wrist Computer
Telescoping Steel Shafted Geological Hammer: Used for precise mineral sampling
Terran Buster: A collapsible 4" long pole with a Heavy duty carbon steel construction with a hardened chisel point. An internal sliding weight built into the shaft gives a secondary impact which helps prevent jarring in the hands, wrists, shoulders, neck and back, it also helps prevent bounce back recoil when in use. Useful in breaking away hard rock and ice.
Grappling Anchor: A gift from her parents this up and coming favorite with most scientist and explores these days. A steel tipped wrist mounted launcher that can be used to pierce walls and solid ice to pull one self up. While they are still developing it to hold higher loads for somebody of Kelly's size it is much easier to use. Though the anchor currently still has its kinks with a tendency for the launching mechanism to jam and do to the high wind speeds on Corona you sometimes get blown around a lot mid ascent.
Biography:
The daughter of a Physics and a Math professor at Harvard University academia has always been in Kelly's blood. Born and raised in Cambridge proper Kelly had what most would consider a normal childhood. She excelled in her studies and was generally an A student in most of her classes though more "interpretative" subjects like Art and English she had to work at much more. Her parents always encouraged her academically and pushed her to be the best pushing her to be enrolled in all the accelerated classes she could when she was older. Her father a large man with a big barreled chest, bright red hair and large beard and the practical strength that only age could bring always had a saying, "A 98 isn't a 98 it is a minus two.". Armchair psychologists might argue that this academics focused path might of stunted her emotional growth a little bit contributing to her socially awkward and easily flustered personality.
Though she did find a small smattering of friends mostly through her School's Track and Field team. Track and Field came to her almost out of the blue really. Her gym teacher also begin the coach of the team noted that while Kelly was mediocre at best at other sports what she did have going for her was that she was a good runner. In retrospect it did make sense as Running had always been a sort of Mediation for her. Whenever she got a bad grade on a test, somebody bothered her, or any other emotional issue she was dealing with she would run. She would run until all she could feel was the pain in her legs and the heavy laboring force of her lungs gasping for air. So naturally over time this constant running slowly improved her overall running ability. A sprinter through most of her school career it was very much these friends on the team that manged to anchor her and keep her from floating away under the tight demands placed upon by her parents.
She went to college at Berkeley to study her favorite of the sciences geology. True to her nature she did not lose herself to smokes, alcohol, or any of the other vices available to a college student. She stuck her nose to the grind and studied hard and continued to run Track and Field for the University. Once again she made a small smattering of friends and acquaintances her at university being able to find other like minded individuals like herself. During her second year she sort of hit an academic wall and for the first half of the year she felt the strong urge to stop caring about her it all. But mainly through the sage like wisdom of her Stoner roommate Sam and a few mental breakdowns she was able to pull herself over that wall. Due to the accelerated classes she took through High School and through a whole lot of studying she graduated a year early at the age of twenty, summa cum laude. Not letting up for a minute she applied straight into Grad School and earned her M.S in Geology with a specialization in Exo-planet geology within two years.
From the next three years she work primarily in a lab atmosphere, studying space rocks and the like. The only problem is that looking at space rocks forever ends up becoming a rather boring experience. The day to day grind was not something that Kelly appreciated all too well and soon her heart wandered for greener pastures. It was around this time that she learned of a mining expedition begin sent to Corona one of those new frozen colony worlds. The expedition was looking for just the type of person that Kelly was. A scientist to go with the miners to study mineral deposits and soil samples to gauge a reference for a possible terraforming operation in the future. Needless to say Kelly signed up right away despite severe protests from her parents. They were concerned about how there little girl was going to fair and fretted about every little detail even buying her brand new geology equipment including an all too expensive Grappling Anchor for her. Though as the day for her departure grew near she began to have doubts. Were her parents right? Who was she to go venture into the great unknown when she barely even hold a conversation? When she didn't even know how to properly defend herself? Well sadly for her it was a little too late for that now.
Stay Smart-Stay Close |
9,198 | 255 | 3 | 579 | 98 | uh it's not good, it doesn't look good were the first words Jack actually heard that he could comprehend as he felt the shaking of the craft become more and more violent. the voice was coming from the copilot of the craft. and although the voice was soft and somewhat distant due to the door being in the way, he could still make it out as the the copilot watched a massive storm reaching into the very heavens materialize around them as they broke through a layer of clouds. Jack couldn't see anything going on outside but that was perhaps for the best. "It's a Monarch!" he heard with a bit more clarity just before something rocked the craft rather violently and they started to spin somewhat slowly. "We're coming apart, something just took off our wing! we're going down!" he could hear the pilot more clearly as he called in their situation on the radio to the colonies down on the surface and perhaps to the ship above as well. He could hear the copilot keep calling out "mayday" into the coms shortly before the sound of sheering metal was heard and the two sections of the landing craft were split in half. the cargo section where everyone was started spinning a bit more as it became separated from the control section.
Red lights flickered on as the air became electrified and the harnesses keeping the passengers in their seats hummed to life as artificial gravity generators kicked on in an effort to minimize any damage that may come to them. the pod tried to deploy it's emergency chutes but the frigid air coupled with the intense storm made short work of them. Next came several violent impacts as the cargo bay crashed into something, this triggered, all be it by acident" a set of retrograde thrusters, slowing the severed section down quite a bit before coming to a stop.
all the jolting and jostling around sobered jack up quite a bit. nothing like the feeling of getting punched in the gut to wipe away a hangover and bring one to one's senses. They'd landed alright, that was for certain. | Name:
Connor Higgins
Age:
25
Sex:
Male
Appearance:
Connor has a cybernetic left arm.
Height:
6’3”
Weight:
220 lbs
Rig Type:
Crab
Secondary Arm:
Tow Launcher
Equipment:
environmental suit
cabal wrist computer
Cybernetic Repair Kit
Cybernetic arm replacement
5 Gallons of Whale Oil
Biography:
Connor was born into a military family. His father was an infantryman, and his mother was a medic. He never met his father, and as soon as he was old enough, his mother sent him to a boarding school on Mars. Connor receives a video message from his mom once in a while, but she is kept busy as a space explorer crew doctor. Our Lady Teresa, the boarding school, was Connor’s home until graduation. Connor realized that in Our Lady Teresa existed a hierarchy of power; those with no power were at the bottom, and the strongest we at the top. It didn’t take Connor long after arriving that living at the bottom was a living hell, and the only way to survive was to get stronger. By graduation, Connor stood alone at the top of that school, no one could even stand up to him.
After graduation, Connor go into an underground fighting circuit for a few years. His fighting career ended when Connor made enemies with the wrong people, and got a few people killed: Lacy, his girlfriend at the time; and Earl, his manager. With his fighting career over, Connor decided to join the military. Connor fought for a few years on the frontlines, until the day when Connor lost his arm due to an enemy grenade. The military paid for Connor to receive a cybernetic arm, which power is three times as strong as a normal human arm. During physical therapy, the doctor informed that the cybernetic arm has ports to connect to various devices, and can receive upgrades if he could find the right guy. After his physical therapy was completed Connor decided to do some exploring, by joining a mining crew on some ice hell in the space boondocks.
Connor Higgins has been underground fighter, an infantryman, and now he is an intergalactic miner. Hmm, quite the resume.
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Higher Ground |
9,199 | 255 | 4 | 2,627 | 196 | Of the remaining symptoms of Arik's hibernation sickness, a pounding headache was the most bothersome. His body still felt cumbersome, and some of his limbs still felt the tingling numbness sensations, but those weren't as much of an issue to him. The headache robbed him of most of his awareness to the world around him, slowed his thoughts. Coupled with the increasing rumbling and rocking of their craft, Arik's skull felt ready to split open. He was having a difficult time in doing so, but knew he needed to pay attention in case of any unplanned event. Through the fog of his pounding head and the noises coming from the landing craft, Arik managed to make out the word Monarch, being exclaimed from the cockpit.
The ship was being torn apart, they would be plummeting the rest of the way to the ground, and there was a chance the whole crew could die in an electrical storm. "Scheiße!" Arik exclaimed, showing his frustration at the whole situation. As safety measures of the craft activated he felt more at ease, and what seemed doom when the cargo bay crashed midair turned out to be a blessing in disguise as the thrusters kicked to life. Their section of the destroyed ship slowed before its landing, though it was still a rough one.
With a sigh of relief, Arik was the first to attempt to get out of his seat. As he tried releasing the latch to unfasten his safety harness, he realized that it was stuck, seeming to have been damaged somehow in the landing. "Just vat I need now..," Arik complained as he reached for his axe, grabbing the handle and using the serrated knife below it to cut through the belt. He stood and looked over his crewmates, then spoke as he began to check under his seat again, "Alright people, zat vas some crash, but vee need to shtart getting ready for vatefer's out zere." He grabbed hold of his environment suit and cabal wrist computer, standing again and beginning to don the suit. | Name:
Arik Gantz
Age:
29
Sex:
Male
Appearance:
Height:
197cm (~6'5")
Weight:
112kg (~247lbs)
Rig Type:
Crab
Secondary Arm:
Pilebunker
Equipment:
Environmental suit
Cabal wrist computer
Two (2) tactical axes with rear facing mining/ice pick, top mounted flare launcher, rotatable/removable locking spiked knuckle handle with wrist strap, handle mounted reverse grip serrated trench knife
One (1) black king chess piece made of red oak.
Biography:
Arik was born and raised in Germany on Earth, and had no intention of leaving the planet most of his life. As a child he had taken a liking to boxing, his father happily teaching Arik. This led to Arik getting into fights in school, though usually nothing major. As he grew older, Arik grew larger and stronger, his fights getting more violent. In high school Arik was expelled from the school system for assaulting a teacher. No diploma, he needed to find a job to earn money, finding a living in the ring.
Arik was a star under the spotlight every night, defeating any challengers. His life had become comfortable as he earned wealth and fame from every win. This continued for a while until Arik was faced with an opponent equal to himself. The match was brutal and lasted over an hour, both men refusing to give in. Just before the final bell Arik landed one last punch on the man, knocking him to the floor. The match ended, Arik was declared the winner, but the man did not stand. Upon medical examination he was found to be dead.
Arik was banned from his weight class, losinghis source of income. As if tgat weren't enough, the following legal battle cost Arik almost everything he had. Arike became muscle for hire, taking any job he could, until he came across an advertisement for a mining job on a frontier world. Not having many other options, he took the job, immediately preparing for the journey. |
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