So uh... yeah... this looks good... I'll see if I have time for it :D

@Zverda Okie! :3

I'm just posting, to show my interest. To hopefully give you enough people. Will post a character soon enough.

Name: Azura Rosethorn
Age: 205
Attire/Appearance:

Height: 5’9”
Race: Aaenshi
Gender: Female
Occupation: Second Elder
Location: North End
A Brief History:
Born to a small clan, Azura was never happy with her low position in the hierarchy and eventually forced her way to the top. A skilled warrior, she defended her title as ‘Alpha’ with ease, never bowing down to any male or female that dared challenge her, but rather took them head on and destroyed them. Her ruling over her clan lasted until she was 150 years of age before she decided she wanted more than what she had been given.

Mind made up, she traveled to the city of Enigma, a place where she worked just as hard over the next 25 years to gain access to the North End, easily passing any and all tests they threw her way. Despite her rise in status however, she continued to visit a small book shop she had grown to like in the West End run by a Harpy and what appeared to be her Servant, a half elf Drow. When she left the West End, she had told them that she would continue to return to their shop to go through their selection in search of rare titles, a word she kept over the years, even after she had become an Elder.

Other:
Aaenshi are different. Very, very different as they nearly always have two sides to them, usually a more neutral side, and a side that only seeks to destroy. Aaenshi are always trying to wrest control of themselves, and have a high sense of logic. Since they live a very long time, Aaenshi often are deeply tortured, always fighting between remaining neutral and acting on the one fatal flaw their creator bestowed upon them… the desire to kill.

@TheTwistedOne I am intrigued, but I have some questions. Firstly, what is the Chaos Federation you mentioned in the East End? Secondly, are humans normal humans, or are there humans with magic as well?

I've got a couple of ideas, depending on whether humans have magic or not, and also an idea for a sympathetic non-human.

@Jewels and I are working on a demon-human pair that are tied to each other.

Are we allowed to play multiple characters?

@shylarah Humans with Magic are allowed, but if the Elders knew of their magic, they would definitely keep a close eye depending how strong that individual might be.

Chaos is the rebellion of humans gather to take back Engima... could even have creatures/ beings that don't exactly agree with the slavery and mistreatment of the humans.

You're more than welcome to play more than one character! I might be doing this as well, depending if I need to balance things out and I'm totally down for a demon-human pair :3

@TheTwistedOneHopefully this one works for you.

Name: Archivald Bel
Age: 62 (looks mid-twenties)
Attire/Appearance:



Not visible in the picture is that he has a tail of about 5 feet. It resembles a lizard tail and is usually coiled.
Race: Half demon
Gender: Male
Occupation: First elder’s right hand, Warlock
Location: North end

A Brief History:
Half demons were a race that came into existence as a small number of humans fled the gods, heading into the netherworld. However, here they were not treated any better by the locals than the gods did to the other humans. These humans were nothing more than pets to the demons. This, however, did not stop the conception of the half demons. Although their kind was not shunned by the demons, they were often ridiculed. However, there have been many half demons that have proven themselves worthy of their abyssal heritage and proudly walked among their demonic brethren.

Archivald was around thirty when he came to the city of Enigma. Half demons weren’t abnormal in this city, albeit a rarity. But what was really peculiar about Archivald was that he came to the city from the outside world. Being the good, upstanding prospective citizen he was, he went and offered his services. But he didn’t just offer them to anyone, he only wanted to offer them directly to the elders. They accepted to hear him out, be it curious or reluctantly, and ended up giving the warlock a chance to show what he was able to do. The elders had caught wind of a small resistance movement starting somewhere in the southern end. Archivald did not only quickly trace them, he led a force of the elders’ soldiers to quickly and decisively dispatch of them as well. The soldiers shared stories of awe and disbelief about Archivalds cruel dark arts for years afterward.

The display landed him a high position among the defenders of the hierarchy. However, this wasn’t enough for Archivald. His displays became even crueler. He challenged his superiors to duels for their position. His actions quickly led him upward, and eventually he was offered a position by the first elder’s side himself. Maybe he had truly seen the man’s potential, or maybe he just wanted to stop his cruel way of advancement quickly. This is a position he has held for many years now. However, who says that Archivald’s advancement stops here? The position of first elder looks remarkably interesting.

Other: Half demons have distinguishing characteristics based on their demonic ancestor(s), which includes looks and lifespan

@The Roman07 Still interested? Just going to get the IC up before the end of the week

Name: Alicia Nightwing

Race: Shifter

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Occupation: Unclear

Location: East End

Personality:
Alicia is typically Sarcastic or completely serious, sometimes it can be hard to tell. If she does not know someone, she keeps her words short and clipped, not wanting to waste any more time with them than she must. The only person she ever shows any semblance of kindness to those that she may call friend, giving advice when asked and distributing punishment when told, though people like that are few and far between. More often than not, she is cruel and enjoys watching as others are tortured or killed in the slowest manner possible either by her, or in front of her.

Appearance:





Body build: Athletic

Hair: Hip Length

Hair color: Red

Skin color: Pale

Eye/Iris color: Honey

Height/Weight: 5’8 - 150lbs

Notable Features: Scar over her left eye

Clothing Description:
Other than the clothing in the photo, Alicia enjoys wearing black leather pants and a Leather half-jacket with a fur hood, her chest covered by nothing but bandages. As she rather not sacrifice comfort, she alternates between wearing a pair of black sneakers or a pair of black shit kickers depending on how she is feeling that day.

Equipment:
None

Weapon(s):
Scythe
Dagger x2
Bow

Unique Abilities


Skills/Talents
Swordsmanship (Mostly self trained), Dagger throwing, Archery, Gymnastics, Animal Shifting

History
Having grown up in a Patriarch home, Alicia was used to her brothers always getting what they wanted as she rarely got what she needed. When it came to the home schooling that her race had as a requirement once they became of age, her brothers always got the best teachers, while the women were only allowed to know the basics of Wind magic. More often then not, Women were only taught how to use the healing properties, and she was placed under the same requirement, though she always studied in secret.

She was caught one night with one of her brother's study books at the age of eight by her father and was beaten severly for her clear defiance of the rules he had set down. Though she was clearly afraid to be beaten again, Alicia never stopped studying and never stopped practicing the type of magic she truly wanted to do, no matter what her father said or did. Eventually, seeing that he would never be able to sway her or even physically stop her from learning as she wanted, he allowed her to attend the same 'classes' as her brothers.

At the age of nine, Alicia experienced her first shift, which was a miracle all on its own, as the average Shifter does not experience his/her first shift until their mid-teens. Seeing that she had potential, Alicia's father began to train her himself, which included both fighting and magic. As the years went on, it became apparent that Alicia was a rare form of Shifter, as she was able to create multiple pacts with animal spirits, allowing her to shift into many other animals.

Eventually, Alicia snapped and ended up killing her father for all the abuse that he had put her through and left her home, no longer wanting anything to do with them. No one tried to stop her, her mother cursed her and her brothers were terrified of her, but she just could not bring herself to care.

@TheTwistedOne Hey, would you mind going into a little more detail on monster populations in the four quarters of the city? Aside from the North End, and maybe some in the East End/Entertainment district, it sounds like there's not a lot of monsters, and I know that can't be the case. Actually, looking closer it says portions of West End that humans are allowed in, so I guess the west part is divided up. Still, I'd like to know what sorts of monsters, in terms of social standing and occupations, live where.

@shylarah Tell Jewel to hurry her ass up >.>

@Kokushi I've gotten what I need from her, for the most part, to make my first char. @Jewels still needs to make her chars, however. Kokushi says hurry up! ^.^;

Name: Shakti
Age: n/a
Attire/Appearance: At present, Shakti has no corporeal form. It appears as a dark featureless body in the shadows with shafts of pure light for eyes. Its frame is compact and, when fully in view, it rises to 7' tall. By the clean and brutally deep slashes it leaves on its victims, one might assume it has talons that most closely resemble finely-sharped blades. It moves inhumanly fast as well.
Race: Cursed Spirit
Gender: None
Occupation: n/a
Location: Within a 5' radius of Casara Talbot
A Brief History: Shakti's history is closely intertwined with men. Men seeking to make sacrifice to the gods overtook a small village whose name has been long forgotten, and they razed it to the ground. They murdered the inhabitants, and took a small girl hostage. She became the embodiment of their sacrifice: mutilated, brutalized, violated, and left to die on a makeshift altar in the middle of the carnage, covered in her own blood, and filled with hatred. It was for this broken being that Shakti first emerged, using her blood as a portal between this world and the next. It had a form then, a being with slate gray skin, like a living statue, with black-feathered wings in the form of angels the girl had heard of in stories long ago. It carried her to safety and left her high in an enclave amongst the cliffs. She was mute, but Shakti didn't need her voice to respond to her, only her deepest desires.

For all that had been done to his master, Shakti returned in kind, leaving the village in tact, and the entrails of its inhabitants in the center.

Shakti cared for its master until she passed away of her injuries days later. Unbeknownst to Shakti and its late master, the guardian had not slaughtered the entirety of the village. Those who returned to the horror cried for the blood of the demon that had accomplished it, and called upon their mystics to bind it. They found the summoned being at the site of the lost village, having just finished burying its master in her homeland. Their mystics cursed the being to a torturous other realm, where its essence would be twisted and its mind broken.

The story became legend, and the legend diluted by retelling. It was said that at a place of great massacre, sacrificing an innocent soul lost in her anguish would bring forth a great demon to enslave and use in war.

In a more recent time, the dark ritual prescribed was performed in hopes of gaining a weapon to use, though it was performed ineptly. They released the guardian spirit and it attached upon its new master --- whom they had not expected to be their intended sacrifice. Shakti was bound without full form to the girl, Casara Talbot, and avenged her before her eyes. It had lost its essence, though, and saw nothing but evil to slaughter in everything near it. Aeons of suffering had left it uncertain of its true nature, a spirit of justice and retribution, and it became instead a plight upon Casara, attacking anyone who came near by night, even tormenting her mind in its own suffering.

Other: At present, Shakti can only manifest close to its master, and only in shadow. Its master, Casara, has begun to tame it simply by her virtuous spirit, tempering a murderous rage and desire to fulfill a purpose it has forgotten.

Name: Molocaesum
Age: ???
Attire/Appearance:
Race: Shedim
Gender: Male. Maybe?
Occupation: Elder
Location: North End
A Brief History: (will be filled out as the RP goes)
Other: He owns a farm that exists on his property next to his home which is an enormous Mansion with sprawling grounds. His farm consists of a huge steel building in which two hundred rooms are present each one capable of housing four humans at a time. Male and female humans are kept seperate in this building and are bred via the use of a single male. All other males being used once they are of the age twenty two as food proper for high end diners, and butcher shops. Females on the other hand are split fifty fifty as breeding stock and resources for food. Children are only used as food stock to exceptionally well paying customers and only on rare occasion.

Molocaesum keeps a standing guard of fifteen creatures much like him that serve as his “Putrid Guard.” They are highly reviled as everywhere they go a green cloud of sickness wafts from them, their degraded armor and weapons giving off a sign of decay even as they move among everyone.

@The Emperors Blade I'd like to point out that using a single male as a breeder, while doable, tends to reduce the hardiness of a herd, and results in inbreeding. Though thinking on it, I suppose you don't have to breed the children with each other once they grow up. There's enough humans in the city that you can bring in new stock regularly to counter the effects.

Who tends to the human stock, if his guard gives off clouds of disease? That doesn't sound like something you'd want near your food, nor near your herd.

Overall I think this is awesome. *wiggles*

@The Emperors Blade

Mason is definitely going to hate you... Likely try to kill you first as ypu are an active threat to humanity

@shylarah right he picks a newly captured male as the new breeder after he disposes of the old. And he just uses various creatures as emplemployees. He emploulys 80 farm hands at any given time.

@LeoricAquila that's the point

Name: Casara "Cas" Talbot (pseudonym: Castor Mallory)
Age: 19
Attire/Appearance: Casaya is a tall young lady, easily the equal in height of the average male human. Her rough childhood and active lifestyle have made her a lean, wiry woman, and genetics have been sparing with their usual gifts: her hips are narrow and her bust small. Her features are androgynous, though on the rough side, and she is a far cry from what most would call beautiful. She falls somewhere between mildly cute and unremarkably plain. She keeps her dirty blond hair cropped to a short bob, and even when she's not disguising herself as Castor Mallory, she comes across as a bit boyish. When she's at home, Cas likes wearing longer skirts that don't hinder her movement, and looser blouses. She also has a few hair clips that she is fond of. For her job as a courier, and most of the time when she goes out, she dresses in close-fitting attire, generally slacks and long sleeved shirts. Fingerless gloves, a hat, sturdy shoes, and of course her bag round out the outfit.
Race: human
Gender: female
Occupation: courier
Location: South End, but she moves around the East and West Ends as well.

Brief History: Casara was born in the South End, the second child of a couple that were reasonably well-off, at least in terms of what a human could achieve. Her father owned a shoe store, and her mother would sometimes make things from excess material. When the girl was five, her older brother was taken by monsters. He never returned, and Cas believes he is dead.

Shortly after her eleventh birthday, members of a small cult grabbed both her and her parents. They ritually tortured and killed the two adults in front of their daughter, forcing her to watch. As they approached her, she passed out, and when she came to she was the only one left alive, for those in robes had been slaughtered.

Cas wasn't sure what had happened, but she knew her parents were now dead. She fled the building, eventually finding her way back to familiar streets, and she made her way to where her aunt and uncle lived. A couple days later, she woke to find them lying dead in the kitchen, ripped apart. A neighbor she knew found her huddled at the other end of the house the next day, unable to bring herself to come close enough to the bodies to reach the door. That neighbor took her in, though he was unable to get the girl to tell him or his wife what happened.

That night was disturbed only by nightmares, but the next, when the neighbor's wife tucked the child into bed and blew out the light, a shadow rose beside her and sliced open the woman's throat. The dead woman's husband came running at Cas's screams, to find the girl knocked off the bed and the small knife her uncle had given her lying across the room after she'd tried to stab the shadow with it. Calling the girl cursed, he demanded she leave -- fortunately for him, from outside the shade's effective range. Having no choice, she left.

Over the next few days, Cas found herself having nightmares while awake, seeing destruction and bloody horrors in the shadows, and hearing chilling whispers. When the gang of street urchins found her, the girl was doubting herself and her sanity. She didn't know if the thing she'd seen at the neighbor's house was real or not. She couldn't rest, save when she could find somewhere during the day that was well-lit but out of the way. Nights were spent trying to ignore the voices and visions that tormented her. The other children thought her more than a little odd, but they took her in anyhow, letting her sleep in the farthest corner of the building they'd appropriated, and letting her keep a lantern lit as a nightlight, to keep the worst of the terrors away.

For three whole months, the girl's curse claimed no lives. She learned from the others where the best spots were to find food scraps that others might have thrown out, how and what to steal, and how to make the most of everything. But one evening, worn out from a close call and a narrow escape, nobody remembered to check that the lantern would last through the night.

Cas woke to screaming, and again she saw the awful shadow creature. It was clearer this time, as it tore into the panicking children. The girl grabbed the empty lantern and ran. Maybe she was crazy, but it seemed the man had been right -- she was also cursed. The next four years she spent on her own, only daring to get anywhere near other people while the sun was in the sky, and even then she avoided interaction.

A lone girl is not particularly safe, and eventually what little luck she had ran out. A band of unsavory ruffians caught her by surprise, and though she managed to win free of them, she was badly injured in the scuffle. Cas ran from them, but the group was determined, partially because she'd scored a knee to the groin of their leader. Realizing it was a choice between their deaths and hers, she found an alley that lay in shadow, and there she stopped. She kept herself from looking away as the shadow that haunted her ripped the two closest apart, and frightened the rest away.

The girl lost track of things for a while, and when she regained awareness, she found the worst of her injuries had been roughly seen to. Still weak, Cas dragged herself a short ways to somewhere a little more sheltered than in plain view of anyone passing the alley. She wasn't strong enough to make her way back to where she now made her home, but at least she had some supplies, mostly what she'd stolen that day before things got messy. The weapons the gang used were none to clean, and several of the injuries they inflicted became infected.

When she recovered from her fever, her surroundings had changed. The man there said she was lucky some shadowy person had grabbed him and dragged him into the alley, or he wouldn't have found her. At first Cas didn't really understand how the sequence of events he relayed could have come to pass, but eventually comprehension dawned. When Terrence left to run on errands, she grabbed her knife and hauled herself off to find somewhere dark. Addressing her murderous shadow for the first time, she gave it an ultimatum: stop slaughtering everyone that came near, or she would destroy something it valued -- herself.

Things improved after that, though her years of avoiding darkness and people have left Cas a very different person. She is not very fond of people, especially crowds, and it took a long time before her fear of the dark ceased to be debilitating. She tries to keep people away by covering her shyness with a rough attitude and a stern expression, but she's not been as successful at this as she would like, as her nature tends to be more friendly. Between that and her work, Cas is on good terms with a number of people, though she acknowledges only a small number as actually being friends. One of these is Terrence, the doctor that saved her life. Her appearance has changed significantly as well, so that even in a dress she bears little resemblance to the demon-summoning child that rumors would claim she was. She continues to use the name Cas Mallory and deliberately present herself as a boy. Her relationship with the creature in her shadow has improved somewhat, mostly because while it does still deliberately torment her on occasion, it is no longer a constant thing.

Other: The shadowy Shakti is bound to Cas, able to manifest in shadows near her.

This looks really fun.