[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/zgZdGuZ.jpg[/img][/center] 200 years ago out of the watchful eyes of the angels the demons attacked, their forces were stronger than they had ever been before and it took the angels by surprise as a result, they were helpless against the demon armada.This was all possible due to one human, one crime lord known as Monocle who wanted immortality and the power to crush his enemies. This man found a way to release the demons of unto this world and in return was rewarded with what he had wished for, along with becoming the demon's eyes, ears and voice and the leader of all crime. Nothing gets past this man in the way of crime and even the police movements he has managed to gain in his many years. The demon that this human crime lord made a pact with and works for, is named Abbadon, a demon who succeeded Satan himself and the most powerful of them all. It wasn't long before the angel's numbers dropped during the battle for the planet and the demons advanced further than they ever had before, slowly but steadily claiming the world as their own. Once they won the war the demons took the last of the Angels have been beaten and taken away to a planet on the outer rim of the galaxy called Sil Ethis which is guarded by an ancient alien race that saw the demons as gods and worshiped them, the gates to heaven locked up tight in demonic chains, denying entry to all, and the gates to Heaven denied innocent or good souls could entry. Though as they took over the world the demons were slowly working towards another unknown goal Over the many years the demons sat behind the scenes and corrupted humans into doing their biding, taking control of the mafia all around the world, finding it was better for humans to corrupt the world before they showed themselves into their new domain. crime rate in the human world was rising. the Police and even the army in every country were becoming so overwhelmed, unsure of why crime has gone up and losing hope that things would get better. The world was giving up. 200 years later, this is where you come in. It might not sound like a pretty scene but hell on earth is a thing, well not necessarily just earth, lots of other dimensions, universes, and planets are experiencing some turmoil by the hands of malevolent forces. Whether it be created by the work of literal demons or figurative ones, hell is raging on like a category five hurricane mixed with an F12 tornado. Who's going to brave enough to stand in the eye of hell's fury and stop it all? Well, why don't I just leave that part up to you, huh? [u]CS Form[/u] Name: Age: Gender: Species: Alignment: Position: Power: Weapon: Personality: Backstory: Theme Song: (Optional) ---- Name: Marcus Arashi Age: 21 Gender: Male Species: Human Alignment: Evil Position: Enforcer/Bounty Hunter Appearance: [hider=Clicky][img]http://i.imgur.com/aJClOh3.jpg[/img][/hider] Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Red Physique: Athletic Personality: [hider=Click]Marcus Arashi's upbringing has turned him into a man with an unpredictable nature and a dangerous personality. He often wisecracks, telling dark jokes or making dark comments. His attitude is lax and nonchalant most of the time, always talking in the sort of tone so suave and calm that it's almost influential. When on mission, he takes the job seriously, in some aspects of course anyway. Off the job he seems like a casual man who jokes around just like any other. He also will flirt his way past a feminine obstacle without care.[/hider] Abilities: [hider=Click]Marcus displays an impressive level of physical conditioning, his body seeming to be at its peak of potential for his age. His strength levels reaching the near upper limits of 1 ton. His speed being much faster than that of a normal human's, clocking in at 24mph(40kph) at a full sprint. His body is remarkably durable as well, allowing him to withstand hits from 'normal' everyday people at least hours on end unless they are of the same or a greater strength level than he is. He also displaying a extreme ambidexterity, allowing him to perform feats such as firing a weapon and attacking with a blade at the same time. In addition, his reflexes are remarkable, allowing him to dodge and maneuver around attacks with minor difficulty and react faster than normal humans.[/hider] Skills: Marcus' intense physical training by his masters has allowed him to hone in on many skills. He is an experienced practitioner of parkour and many sword and knife fighting techniques, making him a respective in the category. He is a skilled fighter and has attained the title of expert in a few of the arts of fighting; Atemi excels in taking advantage of the anatomical weak points of the human body, Kempo or the way of the fist, Hapkido, a style focused solely on high kicks. Kendojitsu, a style created by Marcus himself by combining the sword arts Kendo and Kenjitsu. Weapons: [hider=His Pistols(2x)] Model: [url=http://i.imgur.com/rhnwwIl.jpg?1]CEB-1200 'Death Dealer' SW-27 Energy Pistol[/url] Type: Energy Blaster Size: Average sized Pistol Range: Accurate up to 150m, max range 250m Ammo: 20 round cap Damage Reference: Probably holds a higher kill capacity than any normal pistol, able to burn and scorch metals at the touch. Description: This is a for the most part a standard blaster pistol. The only unique feature is the way it concentrates the blast to produce one that is slightly more powerful than a blaster its size. The weapon was also customized by its own to fire a red energy, the outward appearance being a black finish with a red glowing power source. Rate of Fire: Semi Auto Model: [url=http://i.imgur.com/pyQ7ZN2.jpg]DER-1900 'Stalker' SW-27 Energy SMG[/url] Type: Energy SMG Range: Accurate up to 250m, max range 550m Ammo: 100 round mag Description: The weapon was customized by its owner to fire a red energy, the outward appearance being a black finish with a red glowing power source. Rate of Fire: Semi-Auto, Burst, Full Auto [url=http://i.imgur.com/gLNIEAI.jpg]Plasma Knife[/url] [/hider] Gear/Equipment: [hider=Suit][img]http://i.imgur.com/2kGDcFk.jpg[/img] -his bracers have a functions that fires lethal poisonous saberdarts -His helmet has a heads up display that allows for thermal, night, infrared. -The heads up display also utilizes targeting, -his bracer also has a flamethrower -The helmet has a built-in communications link, able to uplink with almost anything including radios if needed -Just around the outer soles of his boots have serrated climbing blades that can be used for climbing or combat -his gloves from the palms to the fingertips feature retractable serrated climbing blades -his bracer has a grappling hook feature as well -his helmet also has a high powered flashlight -his helmet has an oxygen filter that provides oxygen in any hazard situation including space -built in jet pack[/hider] History: [hider=That]Before he became a fully fledged bounty hunter, Marcus was child from a family stricken with debt, as time progressed, they were thrown from their homes and forced on the streets where it all just got worse. His mother and father were getting to be regular beggars on the streets. Desperation was setting in for Marcus, even at his young age, he saw what his parents were putting themselves through and he vividly understood. At the young age of 7, Marcus was convicted of his first crime, theft. From there things escalated for the boy when he was taken to his first juvenile detainment installation, off world. At such a young age, this was all but inviting for the young man, the 'welcoming' he got first stepping in was something he'd never forget even now. Each hellish day and agonizing night made him tougher as he fought to survive in the place that he would call home for the next half a year. Notice was taken on Marcus for being the new kid 'in town' immediately, being a human in this type of prison spelled disaster for him. After weeks upon weeks of merciless beatings, boundless threats, and bullying for his food Marcus had finally had enough. A few days into his last month, Marcus left to the chow hall, avoiding everyone around him. Marcus sat down at the wall where no one but himself ate, he disliked being near the other kids, all them much older and intimidating, but they were all that way when it came to him. Marcus' consumption of food was disturbed by the large shadow that was cast over him [i]"Hey what do you have for me to eat human?"[/i] Said the voice of a boy that had been making Marcus' life hell from day one. Marcus looked up, his eyes were displaying both fear and blinding rage toward the massive [url=http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/277/1/0/alien_concept_2_by_amadarien-d303der.jpg]alien juvenile[/url]. Unknown to the towering teen, Marcus had filed down a safety knife from its harmless dull end to a deadly point for such an event. He had an idea of how to use a knife from what he had seen his parents do when they needed money. "E-eat shit, Llinar…" He stuttered, giving the smart-mouthed human retort to the hostile boy. Mason was picked up by the tower of a child and slammed against the wall forcefully, causing him to gasp out as the wind was knocked out of him. Marcus' arms weren't restrained fortunately for him, as he heaved and struggled for air, Llinarr spoke. [i]You'll wish you hadn't said that..[/i] The massive alien spoke grimly, cocking back his large arm, preparing to strike Mason's face. The human seven year old shut his eyes and jabbed the weapon toward the alien's throat, lodging the knife in his carotid artery. His grasp weakened as he was only able to gasp for the air that escaped from the hole in his throat. Marcus' look of anger never vanished from his face as he drove the blade in deeper, listening the choked sounds that Llinar made each time. A crazed grin forced its way onto Marcus' face as the boy's black blood began to spurt from his wound. Mason knew what that excess in blood loss meant, his heart was beating like it was in shock. "Scared to die? You don't have to be anymore…" He said in a dark tone to the dying boy, finally getting free from his grasp. That's when he noticed, everyone in the hall was watching him, they had all seen what he did. He shot glared toward each and every one of them, his black, soulless eyes piercing daggers into them all. Before he could continue on with Llinarr and watch him die, he was hit in the neck by a stun round, instantly putting him on the ground. Once he finally came to, he was surprised to see he wasn't awaiting death row, instead he was put in a solitary confinement cell. He spent the rest of his sentence's months there, getting released when his added three years was up. After coming back into the public he began looking for work. There weren't exactly many places willing to hire a ten year old though, his life on the streets reminded him of a place he could go; the underground. After a while of looking he finally found who he'd be doing business with for the next eleven years. A man who went by his underground name of [url=http://i.imgur.com/ZzFU2Mq.jpg]Monocle[/url], a man who had proved to be so dangerous that the empire didn't mess with him thanks to the hooks he had in their corrupt system of government. A man that told Mason he could give him a job, one that provided money as well as power, if he pledged himself to an unbreakable contract. After swearing allegiance to the crime lord, Marcus was put into his training which consisted of grueling tasks that forced Mason to prove his worth. He was put through every possible scenario to harden him into one of Monocle's enforcing agents. Betrayal, Sacrifice, Pain, Suffering, Hopelessness, Anger, Sadness, and finally, Fear. Mason was taught how to master these emotions and feelings by his training masters, making his emotional barriers more than fortified. Eventually he was pitted against his competing 'co-workers' time and time again, fighting and eventually killing them as time progressed. Admittedly, these were events that nearly killed Mason in every way, physically and mentally. He had been trained to the point of breaking point for the next eleven years of his life. His masters hadn't been light with him, seeing his courage at such an age made him susceptible to being treated like any other. His last task was his hardest, putting him to the ultimate emotional test. Two debtors had been hiding out from Monocle and his collectors, to see how he'd do killing innocent people deemed guilty in Monocle's eyes or rather…eye. After days of trailing the fleeing debtors he had finally tracked them both down. A look of complete shock washed over his face, these were his parents, they knew it and he knew it too. But there was nothing left he could do for them, in his mind they were already gone. [i]"Marcus, son! Is it really you?!"[/i] His father began speaking to him, even hugging him as he began to cry, as strong willed as Mason had become, he too eventually caved in and joined his family as their emotions flared. [i]"Listen, we need you to help us! We're in a jam and-.."[/i] He cut his father off, as he pressed the barrel of his handgun to the man's chest. "I'm sorry…" He said in a choked up voice, tears still rolling down his cheeks as he squeezed the trigger. His mother screamed for her husband, unable to do anything but sit idly by as he died and her own son being the man behind the weapon. [i]"You're not my son! Where is my son?!"[/i] She shouted and sobbed as she grabbed him, attempting to shake sense into him. It was a useless attempt, by now his hands had been shaking as if they were experiencing turbulence on a plane. Mason stared deeply into the eyes of his screaming and crying mother before forcefully putting the barrel to her head. "Dead…" He answered in reply to her question, promptly pulling the trigger on his own mother's head. Now he had a complete block of emotion, all ties to it were now gone, the most major ones at least. This had become one of his most notable feat which has made him a well renowned bounty hunter, one with the complete lack of emotion.[/hider] Name: Kori Arashi Age: 21 Gender: Male Species: Human Alignment: Evil Position: Enforcer/Bounty Hunter Appearance: [hider=Clicky][img]http://i.imgur.com/5QKqiQl.jpg?1[/img][/hider] Hair Color: White Eye Color: Black Physique: Athletic Personality: [hider=Click]Kori Arashi's upbringing has turned him into a man with an unpredictable nature and a dangerous personality. He often wisecracks, telling dark jokes or making dark comments. He is a bit more reserved than his brother though, he often has o catch himself sometimes.[/hider] Abilities: [hider=Click]Kori displays an impressive level of physical conditioning, his body seeming to be at its peak of potential for his age, on par with his brother in every aspect. His strength levels reaching the near upper limits of 1 ton. His speed being much faster than that of a normal human's, clocking in at 24mph(40kph) at a full sprint. His body is remarkably durable as well, allowing him to withstand hits from 'normal' everyday people at least hours on end unless they are of the same or a greater strength level than he is. He also displaying a extreme ambidexterity, allowing him to perform feats such as firing a weapon and attacking with a blade at the same time. In addition, his reflexes are remarkable, allowing him to dodge and maneuver around attacks with minor difficulty and react faster than normal humans.[/hider] Skills: Kori's intense physical training by his masters has allowed him to hone in on many skills. He is an experienced practitioner of parkour and many sword and knife fighting techniques, making him a respective in the category. He is a skilled fighter and has attained the title of expert in a few of the arts of fighting; Atemi excels in taking advantage of the anatomical weak points of the human body, Kempo or the way of the fist, Hapkido, a style focused solely on high kicks. Kendojitsu, a style created by his brother by combining the sword arts Kendo and Kenjitsu. Weapons: [hider=His Pistols(2x)] Model: [url=http://i.imgur.com/rhnwwIl.jpg?1]CEB-1200 'Death Dealer' SW-27 Energy Pistol[/url] Type: Energy Blaster Size: Average sized Pistol Range: Accurate up to 150m, max range 250m Ammo: 20 round cap Damage Reference: Probably holds a higher kill capacity than any normal pistol, able to burn and scorch metals at the touch. Description: This is a for the most part a standard blaster pistol. The only unique feature is the way it concentrates the blast to produce one that is slightly more powerful than a blaster its size. The weapon was also customized by its own to fire a red energy, the outward appearance being a black finish with a red glowing power source. Rate of Fire: Semi Auto [url=http://th00.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/f/2014/047/e/a/panther_rifle___secondary_by_peterku-d76qeqh.jpg]LER-1900 'Panther' Rifle[/url] Type: Energy SMG Range: Accurate up to 250m, max range 550m Ammo: 100 round mag Description: The weapon was customized by its owner to fire a blue energy, the outward appearance being a white finish with a blue glowing power source. The weapon has been outfitted with a scope meant for long range kills. Rate of Fire: Semi-Auto, Burst, Full Auto [url=http://i.imgur.com/gLNIEAI.jpg]Plasma Knife[/url] [/hider] Gear/Equipment: [hider=Suit][img]http://i.imgur.com/XMOlJPS.jpg[/img] -his bracers have a functions that fires lethal poisonous saberdarts -His helmet has a heads up display that allows for thermal, night, infrared. -The heads up display also utilizes targeting, -his bracer also has a flamethrower -The helmet has a built-in communications link, able to uplink with almost anything including radios if needed -Just around the outer soles of his boots have serrated climbing blades that can be used for climbing or combat -his gloves from the palms to the fingertips feature retractable serrated climbing blades -his bracer has a grappling hook feature as well -his helmet also has a high powered flashlight -his helmet has an oxygen filter that provides oxygen in any hazard situation including space -built in jet pack [/hider] History: [hider=This]Kori Arashi's life was far different than his brother's own, the two were in fact born of the same family, both sharing identical looks aside from the odd defect in Marcus' hair. His mother and father were apart of a clan that were recognized for their skilled bounty hunters and assassins, their blood believing to be the strength of their people. [/hider]