Demonbane Chapter One: Overrun

[Gluttony]

Your world has always been one of war. Kings and emperors have fought for land, resources, and ideals. You yourself may have been a part of one or more of these conflicts, fighting alongside your brothers in arms for a cause determined by those above you. Although these wars have always been bloody, they have always had a common factor that makes them in many ways predictable and therefore controllable. They have all been orchestrated by humans whose lust for power and wealth could be, at least momentarily, sated. And thus tenuous peace would follow until a new conflict arose.

But your world is in the midst of a new kind of war. One that transcends the terrestrial boundaries of men. Your enemy is not some high and mighty Duke or King, out to stuff his coffers or expand the reach of his control, but a force whose agenda is as primal as it comes. Your enemy wishes to feed, to burn, to destroy. You fight a war against demons.

Several months ago, in an area known as the True Barrens, an unknown force ripped through the fabric of the world and opened a portal to another realm. The few men brave enough to regularly travel through the Barrens, for they were widely regarded as cursed, had barely enough time to sprint to the nearest points of habitation before the horde broke through. Thousands upon thousands of grotesque creatures spewed forth from the opening and began to engulf the land. In their wake nothing stood but the ruins of castles, and all was set ablaze and left to turn to ash.

Individual nations tried to quell the onslaught themselves at first, but each army that was mobilzed against the demon horde was vanquished no matter how mighty their warriors or how numerous their forces. It soon became clear that if the demon menance was to be fought, all of humanity must band together. And so Kingdoms desolved, Empires disbanded, and all men were equal in the face of this new threat. An army was formed, one so enormous that its ranks could form a barrier across the continent five men thick. They fortified existing keeps and equipped them with as many catapults and ballistae as they could build. Their encampments formed a border at which they intended to stop the Horde once and for all.

And they did, for a time. But the Horde was restless and their losses began to pile up. Desperation was in the heart of every human by this point, and they had nowhere to turn for the power to win this war. Nowhere, that is, but for the heavens. One night, just as the first signs of Spring were beginning to appear, a truly miraculous thing happened. Every human, every single soul on the entire continent, uttered a prayer. It was to no being in particular, as their beliefs were varied and often conflicting, it was a simple, pleading phrase: "Save us."

On that night, five pillars of light broke through the sky. Their radiance was mesmerizing, and where their blue glow struck the earth any demons within fifty yards evaporated. But it was not the demons that was their target. It was five humans. The glow struck them, and it changed them. They became stronger, faster, more resilient. And each of them emerged from the light brandishing a weapon that shone with the same blue light that had engulfed them.

They had been chosen. Chosen by a power that had heard their plea and decided to give mankind a fighting chance in this war. They had become Light Bringers, Demon Slayers, Gods of War. They had become Demonbane. And it was time for them to reclaim their world.

You are they.

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Bio Sheet:

Name:

Age: (Minimum 16. No maximum as long as it is within the human norm)

Appearance: (Pics accepted)

Personality: (No need for great detail here)

Demonbane Weapon:

Power:

History:


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You start this RP at the moment that your character is struck by the light. You might be fighting amidst the Horde, you might be asleep in your cot within a keep, your might be sitting by the fire in a cottage in the woods, terrifyed that one day the Horde might overcome the army and destroy your little home. For the sake of convenience, you will all be with a range of, say, fifty miles of each other. So that you would be able to find each other rather quickly, either by chance or design.

You can choose the sort of weapon you are granted and also one magical ability. Your magic would start out relatively weak, and grow with practice. However, your enhanced speed, strength, and the inherent magic of your Demonbane weapon will inatantly make you a thing to be feared on the battlefield.

[Bluewolf675]

Name: Lucien Tellur

Age: 18

Appearance: http://i601.photobucket.com/albums/t...Whatever-3.jpg

Personality: Generally laid back, but tends to sulk and appear depressed if others have an issue with him.

Demonbane Weapon: http://i723.photobucket.com/albums/w...DemonSpear.jpg

Power: Healing Hands: when touching a human, Lucien can focus his willpower to heal them. If used on a demon, however, his touch burns them. He cannot heal himself, though he heals relatively quickly.

History: Lucien was once a priest of the Raven Queen, goddess of fate and death. He had been raised in the temple and sculpted into the priesthood, though had never once objected or wanted for a freer life. When the demons struck, he and the other priests prayed to the Raven Queen to watch over their fate, and armed themselves to defend the temple. He decided that he was fated to fight the demons, and went of in search of the nearest town to help in their defense.






Will the rp start when the lihght strikes, or has that already happened?

[JDH97]

Read the bottom of the first post.

[JDH97]

Name: Larten Calthor

Age: 23

Appearance:

Larten is tall and slender, his size somewhat concealing his strength, which deceived many drunkards when they thought they were getting an easy fight, only to be slapped firmly around the face. His skin is pale, not at all bronzed, due to his time spent indoors, and his hair is unnaturally silver, like and untarnished shilling, which cascades down his back like rivulets of precious metal. Soft, azure eyes gaze out from underneath eyebrows the same silver as his hair, and his face is smooth, showing no signs of facial hair, as in fact no other part of his body has hair. A delicate nose rests above a pair of gentle lips that seem to always have a small quirk at the edges. His hands are slender and delicate, and his shoulders small, not hinting at any broadness. A leather band with an old symbol is also wrapped around her neck; it was given to her by her father as a present, and Larten wore is ever since.

He often wears a black vest under a white shirt, with silver buttons, and a brown leather jerkin, especially tight around his midriff. Burgundy breeches end at his knee, where boots come up to, made of soft leather.

Personality:
Larten is quite shy, and likes to keep to books rather than speak to people; he is constantly afraid he will end up making a fool of himself. His embarrassment is very noticeable; when he blushes the red shows up easily on his skin. He gets nervous and jumpy when in the presence of strong men, and is more comfortable around women, but only has one friend, Aimee, a young girl who visits the library as often as him, so he is not very good in social situations.

Demonbane Weapon:


Larten’s weapon is a sword. The pommel is a very intricate and rather mean claw like protrusion set into an ornately decorated curved fixture. The handle, which is around nineteen inches long, is essentially reminiscent of a Japanese Katana hilt, with a twisted leather wrap over the wooden hilt that has a distinctly serpentine texture. The junction between the blade and the hilt is one of the most lively and attractive parts of this sword. At first glance, it looks as if the whole thing is only held on by a couple of metal straps and some leather, but after use it is obvious that the tang branches off and extends backwards into the handle. The guard, with its shark fin design has a lot of detail, depicting a foregone scene of a fight between men and creatures.

The blade is somewhere between a Falchion and a Glaive, with two raised points along its spine. Ornate runes decorate the blade closest to the hilt, which give it its power. The sharply pointed peaks of the spine are similarly decorated with the same symbols. The final third of the blade is wickedly curved, terminating in an upwards rising piercing tip that provide two main cutting areas, the tip and the spot which occurs just as the most curved section of the blade begins.

Power:
Larten can manipulate air to strengthen his movements, or reinforce his body with an affected layer of it. He can also use it to fly, by pushing it underneath him, as well as create bubbles and shields of it within a certain distance of him to protect him from any harm. Consequently, he has the ability to push and pull foes or objects by having the air act on them. At the moment he can only create a slight breeze, enough to float a feather.

History:
Larten was born to a scholar and a seamstress in a large city. His father often wrote his thoughts down in books and was indeed buried in them most the time, and when he did emerge from the pile and isles it was to teach Larten to read and write. He picked it up eventually, and was proud when he did, and from them on spent most of his time absorbed in novels, fantasising about what it would be like to be a fearless warrior and face monsters.

He found out how one of them would feel when the demons came. They laid waste to his home and the city he lived in. He and his father managed to flee the city and escape, but his mother was working in another part of the city and she was assumed to be killed in the slaughter and the blazing inferno. It was never found out; his father fled with him to a small forest village that had need of a priest, and his father was only too happy to fill the roll, since he was one of the only people there who could read.

They settled down there, and lived in the quarters that backed onto the small church, though Larten spent most of his time in the library, musing about heroes, and where he also met Aimee.

[Slithas]

Name: Angelo Quinn

Age: 23

Appearance:
6'4", often dresses in dark, elegant clothing, including a mantle or sweeping cloak if it suits the occasion. On the battlefield he will omit all extra clothing, and does not wear armour. His eyes are a golden-yellow, but this is due to an eye condition he has that makes him very sensitive to light.

Personality: Angelo is rather high and mighty, but as with everything about him, is very elegant in the way he talks and moves. He comes from a well-off family and his attitude and demenour towards everyone else shows it, because while he's polite he also seems to be looking down on people as though they are ignorant of a obvious fact he knows, which rubs a fair number of people the wong way.

Demonbane Weapon: Thinblade Longsword

An elegant and thin blade that reaches five foot in length

Power: Shadow manipulation
All this can be used for at the moment is momentarily obscuring his location, but only in a relitivly dark location and not in direct sunlight. He can use this ability to also absorb at least some damage from an incoming attack, like a one-time use shield. Afterwards he needs to reconjure the Shadow Cloak to be able to use it again.

History: Angelo is a tenacious fighter in his own right, and has a thing for style and elegance, even on the battlefield. He was born to a well-off family, and while he was taught to fight at a young age, he has a far keener intelligence than his fellows and promplty left his family with a horde of wealth as soon as he could. He worked for no one in particular before the horde arrived, more of a mercenary, but always had the request to work at night, where he feels more comfortable due to his over-sensitive eyes. He has managed to survive against the hordes thus far because of his speed and agility, avoiding the incoming attacks with dodges and flourishes of his elegant blades.

[JDH97]

Ok, I've finished my CS, sort of.

[Espiculeas]

Name: Davion Vlamari

Age: 19

Appearance:

Personality: Although Davion once feared battle he now embraces it, on his own terms of course. He loves nothing more then to shoot arrows through the heads of the horde, and with his skill in archery that happens more then not. He is a withdrawn person, after what he is seen and done everything else in the world ceases to matter. He is also cold and cruel, doing anything that it takes to honor his vow. Davion doesn't care who he hurts or what he does, as long as he can win the honor he now craves. Vengeance is his only emotion.

Demonbane Weapon: Same as in his picture, a silver longbow.

Power: Far sight- Davion can see a picture of everything within half a mile of him, think of it like a mini google earth if you want. He can pick a perspective in that half mile area and see everything from it's point of view.

History: Davion didn't want to go to war, he had seen far too much death in his short life time. The village he lived in war on the outskirts of civilization, True Barrens. The people there were no strangers to death, in a place so far away from the rest of the world you learn to deal with it, and survive on your own. His family had been full of great fighters in its long and bloody history, one of his relatives had fought in almost every war there had ever been. They often hired them selves out as mercenaries, guards, anything for a fight. Fighting was in his blood, but he chose to ignore it.

He had been watching his younger brothers fight in mock duels when it happened, his father had come running and screaming back to his village, something about monsters everywhere. The village bells had rung and everyone who could carry a weapon was at the gates, prepared to fight to the death against an enemy so mysteriously thrust upon them. Davion had hid crying in the basement of their house, hoping that this was just a dream and he would wake up soon. He had never liked to fight. He heard the fighting, heard the screams and sounds of death. He knew everyone who he had loved was dying, and yet he could do nothing.

When the battle was over and the horde far away Davion left his hiding place, luckily for him he had survived. All around him was death, he couldn't recognize anyone or anything around him. He made a vow that day, to do whatever it takes to avenge their losses, and so he looked around the village for something to defend himself with. He found the gear of an archer, and an unbroken bow with a full arrow quiver. With this, and some other scavenged belongings he fled, running away for months, fighting when he must and always hiding. He came upon a campground. He was spotted and thought to be a soldier, thrust into the lines of battle. While it raged around him Davion fought, then he felt something in the air, thats the last thing he remembered before he was struck by the lightening, an overwhelming shock coursing through his system, and with that he collapsed.

[grayecastle]

Bio Sheet:

Name: Devon Kaizer

Age: 30
Appearance:

Personality: The quiet type, Devon makes decisions based on logic and orders. It seems that the amount of compassion contained in this body is robotic. He is cold and brutal, instilling fear upon his foes.

Demonbane Weapon: The flame of fear


Power: Fire. Self explanatory

History: Devon was born into a family full of warriors, men at arms, and distinguished knights. All he ever knew, was taught, or saw, was war. His father was usually out preforming his duties as a knight, so Devon was raised by his grandfather, a veteran who had turned the tide of a major battle in years past. As he grew his personality was formed into a cold calculating warrior. Taught fighting by the masters of his native kingdom. Devon would grow into his role as knight, and fight for 10 years on the battlefield. He saw many of his friends die before his eyes, so much bloodshed that it would haunt him even in his dreams. It was this who made Devon who he was today. A brutal killer of his opponents and a valiant asset to his allies. And this was Devon's life until the demonbane affected him...

[vince01]

Woah. I wake up to find all the spots have been filled. That was fast.

Oh well. Perhaps next time.

[Gluttony]

Good, that's five. You are all accepted.

Bluewolf, nice D&D reference. :P

JDH97, is your character male or female? The picture seems female but you switch between feminine and masculine pronouns in the bio. xD

And Episculeas your pic is broken.

EDIT: Sorry Vince. But there will certainly be a next time.