If was the wrath of the Gods that caused the sky to rain fire that day, my memory cannot recall. Earth was the home of mankind and it was once a simple, peaceful place for centuries at times… Although, mankind eventually grew greedy, they became selfish, indolent, violent, and forgotten what was truly important in life. The Gods then become furious watching these humans destroy everything they worked so hard to create. So they attacked, killing off over half of humanity and, punishment for the rest... those left alive were enslaved, now long gone, and so we are their descendants.
The earth was... I guess you can say reborn. Species evolved, including some of the humans. Technology advanced.. Well, that which was not destroyed. Creatures men thought only existed in old tales, and nightmares began to surface, no longer needing to hide. So the Gods decided upon a new idea... 'Why not enslave the humans to these, their betters of old?' Thus their will was done... however, there are those humans who resist and resent these creatures, in secret and silence, gathering their army to claim what is rightfully theirs ... Earth. -------------------------
Environment – Much of nature has been destroyed. A lot of the world consists of wastelands, desert and ocean. Although through the many years many signs of nature slowly restoring itself have become apparent. (possibilities like small forests and such that are around 100yrs old max?), though a majority of what happens is within a humongous city called Enigma that is sectioned off into 4 parts. Each part has different technological advances, almost as if they are perpetually stuck within a specific "era" persay. ~~~~~~
Plot you ask? Obviously Choosing a side :3 ...fighting along side the Rebellion, or The Hierarchy.
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Enigma is where most citizens live now, being one of the very seldom sanctuaries from the outside world, which has in the recent years degenerated into wastelands of nature and barbaric creatures, not all of which are inhuman. Enigma is divided into four primary sectors, and ruled by Three Elders
South End/The Slums.
South (Slums) has very little to not technology... more or less think back to the first home phone. Maybe television. They have electricity and older techs, but are not authorized the newer stuff as they are all "humans" (think something early 1900s, 1960s at most.) Being a slum, the area is of course not well maintained. Several areas within the slums boast very high crime rates. Free humans and slaves allowed to live outside of their Master’s homes reside here. ------
West End.
West End (Upper middle class): Comprised of businesses, both small and large, that are run by Monsters. Humans are typically not authorized within this area of Enigma as they are far more repressed due to the Monsters ruling the 'world' as it were. The few humans that are, usually those who have done huge favors to monsters and earned significant trust, deal with many of the restrictions found in east end. Technology - cars, high tech comps, cell phones, fun toys on a level slightly beyond real life (think tech 30-50 years ahead of us) ------ East End.
East End (lower middle class): They have better technology, but are still eons behind North End. Its a mixture of lesser Monster races and humans that are slightly more trusted than the rest. Tech level is early 2000’s. Monsters are allowed all technological freedom we have IRL, Humans have to bear with certain restrictions. (think: limited TV channels/limits to internet access. Think something a dictator would do) This area houses both free humans and lesser monsters that have been given permission to run their own business. This area holds both the Red Light district and Business/Entertainment district, the 'stars' typically reside here though their residence are typically located in West End. ----- North End.
North End (Rich people): The Elders and CEOs of big corporations live here. (rich families, leaders of specific monster factions) All tech is the newest and 'shiniest' that it can be. (sci-fi. There is stuff like hover bikes, advanced drones. Other cool inventions that are slightly beyond today’s reach) Those that are here 'rule' the other three sections. There are only three Elders (of which I am one) and each one rules one of the Ends... the Slums is ruled Jointly by all three. -
Character Sheet
Name: Age: Attire/Appearance: [ Images are fine as well ] Race: [Humans either belong to the rebellion or are slaves of the city] Gender: Occupation: [ If you're an Elder or anything that has a specific rank please state it here] Location: Alliance: A Brief History: Other:
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The Hierarchy
First Elder : Azura Rosethorn Second Elder: [ Open ] Third Elder : [ Open]
The Rebellion Tired of always being under the boot of the monsters the Gods allowed to take over, the Rebellion seeks to overthrow the rule of the Elders and take back their home. A mixture of human sympathizing monsters and humans not afraid to fight, the Rebellions goal is to ensure humanity's freedom.
Leader: Mason Thames
If you’re interested in being an Elder or an Officer of the Rebellion let me know, and we can discuss it in PM.
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1) No abuse of power. Since I'm giving everyone free reign... let’s keep it fun for everyone.
2) No Collab posts are to exceed 6 pages (or 5k words), not everyone likes to collab and it is not fair to make people feel like they have to match posts that people have clearly worked on together. The limit is not per person either, it is 6 pages no matter how many people are participating in the collab.
3) Solo posts are not to exceed 5k words, remember people, quality over quantity. Your posts do not need to be super long to be super good. This limit is mostly put into place to limit the amount of fluff in a post. At the same time, please do not give any less than two solid paragraphs... one liners and single paragraphs are extremely hard to work with.
4) Try to make a minimum of two posts a week. It's unfair to everyone else if they have to wait around, but if something comes up let me know or even put your character in an idle setting.
5) Though this should go without saying, No one is allowed to excessively control another person's Character. If that person wishes to formally hand over their Character to another person (be it perm or temp), the original owner of said character needs to contact one of the GMs to inform them of the changing of hands.
6) No full blooded dragons. HOWEVER, Dragon Humanoids like this is ok. Our reasons for no dragons? They tend to be a little to much on the OP side. 7) Have lots of fun and tell all your friends! ~I encourage romance and dramatic stuff…. Please :3
If you have any interest in this PLEASE comment below <3 I would love to see this thrive with more people! If you have any questions please feel free to ask... and incase someone comes in here accusing me of stealing this RP... my friend Twisty has given me permission to reboot this for her as RL has swept her away on a grand adventure.
Name: Casara "Cas" Talbot (pseudonym: Castor Mallory) Age: 19 Attire/Appearance: Casara 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, giving her a raggedy bedroll placed 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 demon Shakti is bound to her, and can manifest in shadows within 5' when Cas is awake, or within 20' when she is either sleeping or unconscious.
Name: Shakti Age: n/a 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, though it cannot be seen unless it emerges from where it lurks beyond the doorways shadows create for it. 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 (20' when she's sleeping or unconscious) 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 intact, 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 blight 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.
Created by @Jewels and used with her permission. <3
Posted. Will work on second character at a later date. ^3^
EDIT: May edit first as well.!
Name: Terrence Redmond Age: 28 His Appearance (some of the time):
His Alter Appearance: (usually due to extreme negative emotions/though not exclusively.):
Race: ??? Manticore/Human (at least that's what he used to be.) Gender: Male Occupation: Doctor Location: West Side.
A Brief History: Considered to be brilliant even at a young age, everyone in his family. His parents and his 3 older siblings treated him like a prodigy, and he really never liked any of it. Even back then, he did his best to not show off his intelligence in casual conversation. Becoming a doctor, and a damn good one at that. His patients say that he almost seem to already know what was wrong with them before he even looked at their chart. He was in his early twenties and already pretty well off. Both of his parents, getting in a terrible car crash a few days after his birthday was what he thought would be the worst day of his life. He was wrong...
When the event happened, even to this day his memories are still hazy. All he could remember was feeling like he was suffocating in a haze of thick black fog and a large shadow was towering over him, he felt as if he couldn't move and blacked out. He woke up, so a horrible, large monster starting back at him, in the pool of water. From the flooded street seemed like he'd been out long enough to miss an entire storm. He quickly realized the reflection, was himself.
He felt that he had been cursed from that day forward, immediately trying to find his siblings without really thinking about how they would react, when he arrived back home. He saw, looking in horror that two of his siblings we're dead. Looking as if they've been slaughtered in their home and the other was nowhere to be seen.
No longer considered to be a human in the eyes of most, as many in the slums were now too afraid of him. He had been given the option to live on the west side as a Doctor, he had plenty of money that he could afford it. His patients are now, are not the humans he once treated, but monsters or other races instead. But he is still quite popular. Growing ever more resentful of the curse that had been forced upon him. He looks for ways to join the Rebellion...without the Rebellion thinking he's a monster.
Other: He is extremely brilliant, and still believes he is a human and one day will change back to normal. But in his monstrous form he is extremely powerful and dangerous. And as his patients once said, as a joke. Ever since he changed, he really could see anything wrong with his patients. As all ailments and problems appear clearly in his head. Making him quite good at his job. He recently started to make medicine of his own, creating his own chemist lab in his own apartment where he lives.
Attire/Appearance: Bearing every inch of the quintessential grace of an elf, Erasmus stands rather short for one of his brethren at 5’8, with a wiry, athletic body that promises strength without bulk. His eyes are an unremarkable blue-grey that permeate an air of apathy that can conceal any intent behind them. His wispy, brown hair is kept well maintained and swept back, exposing his long, pointed ears with a suggestion of arrogant vanity. When in public, he is always well-dressed, reinforcing his reputation and image as a host, entertainer and well-meaning member of the high society.
Race: Elf
Gender: Male
Occupation: A patron of the entertainment sector, Erasmus owns a number of establishments spread throughout the various sectors of Enigma with a particular favouritism to the entertainment district. However, the crown jewel of his portfolio is the prestigious Ignus Fatuus club in the North End, where many of the affluent and powerful of Enigma are known to be frequent. Beyond this, Erasmus is primarily focused on mingling and interacting with all walks of life, in the process forging connections and gathering all manner of valuable information.
Location: Mostly North End, but is known to venture elsewhere to his establishments.
A Brief History: Born into a high-class socialite family, Erasmus was an old-money kid given the best education and upbringing that money could acquire. As the only child of two prestigious families, his future was always secure and his ambitions high, with little seeming capable of curtailing his ascent to greatness. In school he was brilliant and all-conquering, socially he was well-liked and internally he struggled under the yoke of his forebears' glory.
This system imbalance could not continue to exist without consequences and before too long there was a trend of substance abuse and rebellion against his parental figures and all they stood for. Multiple trips to and from rehabilitation did little else than to empty the chequebook of his parents, something they always lamented but never ceased, always believing in the ascendant star of their child’s future. His mother passed first, taken by the ravages of an illness discovered too late, leaving his father to be withdrawn and broken by the loss of his life partner.
This descent into the shadows by his father, allowed Erasmus to emerge into the light in his own right, utilising the family money to become a patron of the people and a socialite in his own right. Soon the Murr name was associated not with his patrician parents, but with the charismatic young son who openly flaunted friendliness and favour. Over time, the name lost its aristocratic prestige that it was held in the old-money society but became synonymous with that of the fame in the contemporary society.
Entertainment became both his industry and his hobby; where once substance had been his way to find joy, he now found it in the reaction of people to various stimuli that he threw their way. His vice and his business became both one and the same, culminating in the Ignus Fatuus, a place to truly quench his vice along with extend his social leverage beyond that of what any member of his family had ever attained.
Other: Despite his patrician ancestry and affluent status, Erasmus bears no position on the current division, preferring a removed place to observe the world as it expedites along it’s chaotic harmony.
Here's Regina's Profile again but with Alliances on it this time around. As well, I am working on another character profile...
Name: Regina L. Valdez Full Name: Regina Lydia Valdez Age: 20 Gender: Female Race: Human Place of Birth: The South Side, the Slums, in her parent’s home. Resides In: She still lives in the same house, she was tortured in since it feels safer than moving away. Alliance: Currently Nonaligned
Occupation: Prostitute/Hooker
Her parents picked out her occupation before she turned 13 years old, but that was primarily because, the Valdez Family Heritage has certain jobs for their children to do, it was Prostitute or Hooker.
Regina's Appearance
Her appearance is kinda simplistic since she wears her hair in a ponytail, it's past her lower back, and is black. She has beautiful gray eyes, she got them from her mother, and she has a birthmark on her back, which covers her whole back. She is five foot and eight inches tall and she has a slightly larger bust size than her mother has, when her mother was 20 years old. She has scars on her legs and arms, which are similar to knife cuts. She has a black eye, bruises on her chest, possible broken ribs, and at least about one of her teeth was broken in two. She is supposed to weigh, 125 pounds to 163 pounds but she weighs 105 pounds since her parents have been starving her.
Her birthmark, which covers her entire back signifies certain events in her family’s heritage of how barbaric they were before the fall of humanity to the gods and monsters, who now rule them. The barbaric behavior was mostly because of an inner lust to hurt children, who bare the last name Valdez. She wears medical bandages on her back to cover her birthmark since it covers her whole back, but she allows her breasts to stay normal since her breast size is 32C and it would hurt if she tried to covered them up with very tight bandages. She wears a pink and blue dotted t-shirt and a bluish gray bra underneath the t-shirt. She wears pink cargo pants, with gray socks, pink panties, and a pinkish gray tennis shoes, which are timberland brand of shoes. She has burn marks on her feet and hands by her parents punishing her for trying to hide the birthmark with bandages.
She has a secondary set of clothes but these are usually her sleeping attire, which her parents allowed her to wear, which is a very long shirt, greenish gray bra, and pinkish blue panties. The shirt is like a maternity shirt and it goes past her knees to cover up the scars she gets by her parents for torturing her. Her beautiful gray eyes are bloodshot since she has been taking some drugs to forget the torture her parents has done to her. When she’s in her sleeping clothes she has to take off her bandages so she can sleep comfortably, since they are incredibly itchy.
Regina’s Personality
Her personality was a kind and sweet girl, but all the torture her parents has done changed that to make her a quite a bitter and quiet person. She hates her heritage slightly more than the terrible monsters, which treat humans like dirt. She has been an utter wreck, after her parents died she was somewhat enjoying being tortured by her parents since it was the only attention, they would give her if they were doing something awful to her. She has been constantly crying, cursing silently, and wishing she was never born before her brother. She wanted to so badly kill her parents but she had it not in her since inside of her soul, she would be as bad as her parents. She has a slight problem, where she tortures herself since she misses her parents that badly and uses the same items her parents would use on her. She feels joy, somewhat relief when she does torture herself, and some pleasure for it.
She has Stockholm syndrome, mostly because of how awful her parents treated her and tortured her much of her life, without killing her. Her psyche is slightly off its hinge or rocker since she stays in her family’s home even though her soul wants her to leave it. She only became emphatic and sympathy after her parents died and wanted them to return to her so they could torture her some more. She has an intense fear of the dark or Nyctophobia, mostly because, her parents would put her in the basement with nothing to eat, no lighting, and had to sleep on the cold floor. She usually gets panic attacks, trembling, dizziness, she usually cries uncontrollably, and usually calls out her parent’s name loudly trying to get them to pay attention to her. She had this happen to her, when she was really young so it stuck in her mind.
She has a fear of memories called Mnemophobia, she usually remembers past events of her torture by her parents. Therefore, usually causes her to weeps uncontrollably, usually say to her dead parents stop torturing her, and this only happens when she is alone in her house since she remembers every little detail of all these memories. Her eating habits were greatly affected by her parents, torturing her most of the time on an empty stomach; she was never allowed to eat the table only on the floor like a dog. Her subconscious completely shut down after her parents died and has stressed her out much throughout her life, her inner monologues are the only thing keeping her alive.
Regina was born to Beatrix L. Valdez and Carter N. Valdez in her parent’s house in the slums of the city of Enigma. She was taken cared for as best as the two could until, they saw her birthmark and this was at the age of 5 since it was more like a canvas of indecipherable mess, when she was younger than 5 years old. Regina’s life became a living hell even more so than the monsters who controlled the city since, her parents were quite monstrous themselves only in a different way. Regina’s first time being tortured by her parents was during the midday after her birthday, she was taking up to her room on the second floor. She was chained to her bed, her father Carter punched her in the face a few times right on her left eye socket.
Beatrix was in the hallway waiting for her turn to make sure, Regina would know that this is a great path to be in, the Valdez Family’s Heritage must be kept. Regina was crying in her room, while her father was beating her in her bed, while chained to it. She was wondering why they were doing this to her until her father told her the reason, the Valdez Family Heritage must be kept going and she’s the unlucky firstborn to have this right of passage done to her. She was confused in what her father meant and only wanted to be a daughter to her mother and father and not being tortured for what she has on her back. She was lucky, which was her parents didn’t want to kill her but keep her alive so she has to live with the endless pain of being a child of the Valdez Family Tree. Regina was crying uncontrollably since her father did threaten to cut her pretty black hair off but this was only a threat.
Her father unchained her from her bed because he wanted to do something to her worse than what he had done today, however, it would be a year later when that happened. Her father told her that she won’t be eating at the table anymore. She is a child and must be treated as such in the Valdez Family. Her mother walked in calmly, walked up to her daughter’s bed, and she grabbed her daughter’s left arm really tightly, this made Regina start crying, than her mother cut her daughter’s shoulder with a knife she got from the kitchen. Her mother instincts kicked in and covered her daughter’s cut with a bandage and some other things. Regina was crying was irritating to the two parents so they walked out of their daughter’s room and locked the door. They told their daughter, they would unlock it if she would stop crying because of a small cut on her shoulder.
When Regina, turned six years old, her parents was slightly happy, they can do something even more traumatic to their daughter. Her father grabbed her tightly and dragged her to the basement, which was completely dark, had no furniture at all, and a little bit colder than the first and second floors of her house. Regina was crying and pleading with her father to not leave her in the complete darkness but he did not listen, he put her down on the floor carefully but also punched her jaw and he hurt his fist on his daughter’s teeth, breaking one of her teeth completely into two. Regina held her face since he did that and was crying uncontrollably because of that large shot of pain to her jaw, her father slowly walked away from her and went upstairs, and locked the Basement Door. Before he done the locking of the basement door, he cursed at his daughter and called her bitch and a crybaby at the same time. Regina had a lot of thoughts in her mind when her dad literally called her a bitch, what does that mean, why would he be so cruel to her, what caused them to be the opposite of kind until she remembered seeing her own birthmark on her back before her parent’s saw it. Regina was crying a lot more but she couldn’t really scream or yell or beg her parents another chance, she cried herself to sleep in the cold basement.
8 Hours later, she woke up in her bed chained up and having something keeping her mouth opened and in her mind, she felt like she was being burned but it was just her imagination but she did have something in her mouth. Her father looked at his daughter’s beautiful gray eyes and laughed slightly. He took out the wooden thing out of his daughter’s mouth. He used that instrument to beat his daughter’s legs, arms, and chest for about what it felt like 30 minutes but it was only 15. He got up after he beat his daughter for 15 minutes with a soft wooden object and was slightly unimpressed because his daughter was still crying but he left the room doing anything else to Regina. Regina was crying a lot mostly because of she was really cold and wanting to warm up under her covers but they weren’t on her bed for some odd reason. Regina called out to her mother and her mother walked in with her covers, and covered her chained daughter up. Beatrix gave Regina a kiss on the cheek but then slapped her daughter’s cheek really hard since her daughter cannot fight back since she is chained to her bed. Regina was confused with multiple feelings after her mother been nice to her and been really mean to her so she was just crying a bit.
When Regina turned 7 years old, something unaccepted happened, she gained a little brother by the name of Kenneth S. Valdez. Regina was slightly happy but her personality of that kind and sweet girl was slowly fading by all the torturing her parents have done to her so far, including putting her in the basement every once in awhile to punish her for her being a crybaby. Regina pleaded with her parents to not do anything cruel to her little brother only give her punishment whatever her brother does instead. Her parents agreed to this agreement since they are usually nice to their kids when they are younger than 5 years old. That is mostly how the Valdez Heritage shaped their life that is. Regina was taken to her room by her father and he gave her a gift, it was new clothes for her to wear.
Regina was happy for a bit until her father raised his hand to her and she literally stopped smiling instantly. She wasn’t happy about this. Her father hugged her for the first time in her entire life but also told her one thing, all she will be is trash to everyone including her own parents. Regina was crying and then her father stopped hugging her and then punched her on her face again, breaking her nose. Regina was instantly crying again, and then her father told her to not come down for dinner since she needs to be punished for being a crybaby. He grabbed Regina by the left arm, really tightly and threw her on her bed and chained her arms to the bed. He walked out of her room and laughed along his way down to the kitchen.
Regina cried in her sleep about wanting to do something about her birthmark by covering it up, since it was detrimental to her health at this point. She knew where her parents kept the bandages, which would help her to do this but she wants to wait until she is older to do so. She fell asleep and dreamed of her parents no longer living but somehow that will probably not happen anytime too soon.
4 years later, Regina was allowed to talk to her little brother, who was 4 years old right now since he was wanting to talk to his older sister. Regina was left alone as long as she was in Kenneth’s room talking and playing with him, as a older sister would in terms of his toys and things. She had the most fun with this since she felt like a normal child instead of a Valdez Family member even though that will change very soon again. She was 11 years old at this time. Kenneth had to go to bed since his bedtime is much more strict than hers since she has to be tortured by her parents over and over again. She walked out of his room and walked into her room and she was given her bedtime clothes finally since, they were deciding on what to give her, which is a very big shirt and that is it. Her father punched her on the face and told her she has to wear this so her injuries can heal faster, but in reality it is so they can have an easier time torturing her.
2 years later, she was wearing her clothes she got from her parents, even though they were in a worse condition than what could have been done. She walked downstairs from her room and her father and mother was laughing about something and she was wondering where her brother was. Regina walked up to her father and mother. Her father looked directly at her with an evil look on his face and got up. Her mother was still sitting at the table. Her father went up to Regina and told Kenneth is no longer apart of the family anymore but didn’t tell where he went, but he did say, he didn’t murder him since it would break the deal Regina and her parents had. Regina’s look on her face was outright terrified and she ran up back to her room and slammed the door, which wasn’t the right thing to do. Her father walked to Regina’s Room and grabbed his daughter by her beautiful black hair and dragged her out of her room, crying since this usually means, she is going to the basement. However, something stopped him, since he was curious about her birthmark on her back, when he lifted his daughter’s back of her shirt, he saw bandages covering it and he was furious since that is against the Heritage of the Valdez Family. He uplifted his daughter shirt, at least she was wearing a sports bra at this time.
Regina was slightly worried of what her father found until he hit her on the face pretty hard, she started crying. He yelled for his wife to come here and see what their daughter was doing. Regina was holding where her father hit her and her parents looked at the bandages on her back and was really pissed off. He picked up his daughter by her left hand, and walked her into the special room, which was right next to her room, it was off limits to her, until now that is. She was terrified of what they were going to do her, she was asked to take off her shoes and socks, while her parents watch her do this. She took off them, and they told her to sit on the metal chair and put her feet up, she done what her parents told her. Her father tied his daughter down on the chair, mostly her arms. He lite up a wooden stick, which was now on fire, and put it by her bottom of her feet and his daughter was screaming in pain since the fire wasn’t kind, he did this for about 30 to 50 minutes per foot to give her a painful time walking. He did this as well with her hands and she was tearing up too much, she fainted on the chair. He put out the fire and looked at his daughter, and laughed slightly. He walked up to his fainted daughter and punched her in the chest, just to wake her up. She woke up and looked at her father in pain and suffering. She wasn’t really happy about this entire situation, she cursed out her father and got punched in the face for it. Regina cried and looked at her father and pleaded with him. Her father untied her from the chair but knocked her down on the ground and kicked her in the side with his shoes.
Regina coughed up some blood after that pretty hard kick to her side but he regretted doing that but he was only angry at her for hiding her birthmark. She crawled to her room and her father forced her to sleep on the floor. However, he wrote something on a piece of paper on her nightstand and it says, what occupation, she will have in the future but she can read it after she wakes up. Sometime later, her father and mother was sleeping, she woke up and got up very slowly on her bed and looked at the note her father wrote her, it was about her future occupation, she must keep to get painkillers and other such things. She wasn’t happy about the decision her parents chose for her right away, she thought, for a bit and that was probably what her parents were laughing about in the Kitchen before she was burned by fire. The note said, prostitution, a paid prostitute or a hooker, either or. However, it does have on it, she can only do this job when she turns old enough to make people happy in terms of their sexual desires.
Regina couldn’t even smile anymore at this turn of events, when she saw this, which must mean, her and her brother will probably be the last of the Valdez Family Bloodline. Regina put her hands up to her face and starts uncontrollably crying, even though she has no idea where her brother has went but she is relieved he is still alive possibly by a high percentage. Regina got depressed and didn’t feel like moving out of her bed for a long while since she has to go to the basement probably afterwards anyway. A while later her father came into her room and picked her up off her bed and took her down to the basement and left the door opened.
4 years later, when her Regina turned 17 years old, she woke up in her room, chained up to her bed. Her father walked into her room and unchained her and gave her a plate of food since she must be starving. She got up and looked at her father and wondered what’s going on but didn’t ask since it usually causes being punched in the face. Her father walked downstairs. She heard her mother screaming in pain for some odd reason, and was worried. She got up off her bed and walked downstairs and saw a gruesome site, her mother and father was getting sliced up by a strange form, which looked directly at Regina with a smile on its face. It had some weird magic, which allowed it to repeat killing her parents over and over again. Until it was finished with that and slowly walked over to Regina L. Valdez. It looked more like a female than anything, holding a longsword and a magnum on the left side of her equipment. She touched Regina’s face and laughed slightly. Regina was too afraid to move or it might kill her too. The female looked at Regina and whispered in Regina’s ear. She whispered in her ear about ownership of her and other such things about the Valdez Family Heritage and something of a massacre about the terrible evils of her family’s descendants done, a long time ago. Regina looked at her and smiled slightly. The female’s name is Patricia, who is a crossbreed of Demon, a Wyvern, and a Dark Elf. Patricia put away her sword and gun, and looks at the bodies and flicks her wrists and completely gets rid of the bodies. Regina wishes to stay in her house since she finally realized she wants to stay in where she been tortured all her life until Patricia saved her.
3 years later, Regina was in a somewhat a relationship with her savior, Patricia, since she takes very care of her human pets. Regina is 20 years old at the time, however, now she is ready to take on her own job, with Patricia’s permission since they are kinda lovey dovey with each other. Patricia and Regina lives at Valdez Family’s house since it is better that way. Regina is terrified of the dark and her memories keep on resurfacing.
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She desperately wants her parents back alive, she cannot live without them even if they will continue to torture her like they did all her childhood up to her adulthood. She will be completely happy, and never try to be a cry baby when they torture her again. She wants her birthmark to be completely gone so she doesn’t have to deal with her heritage any longer. Regina is owned by Patricia, a tri-breed of a demon, Wyvern, and a dark elf; who finally found the last old ones in the Valdez Family.
Regina is lovey dovey with Patricia since she was saved from being tortured by her parents any longer.
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 she had truly seen the man’s potential, or maybe she just wanted to stop his cruel way of advancement quickly. This is a position he has held for many years now. Nobody knows what exactly the ambitions of this mysterious warlock are, though.
Other: Half demons have distinguishing characteristics based on their demonic ancestor(s), which includes looks and lifespan
Gender: Genderless, although normally associated with patriarchal expression
Occupation: Elder
Location: Anywhere, everywhere.
A Brief History: You've heard the tales. Mass scare stories of a faceless creature roaming about the night as told by the lips of children's parents. Images of visceral fingers, long and thin with very slender arms and body mongered children into believing there were monsters beneath the bed. It had eerily large slits and saw-like teeth for a mouth with no complexion. It is of the Boogey Man.
Unlike how the old tales spoke of it, the Doppelganger is a creature who is capable of becoming anything it sees that is living. It also seem to retain knowledge that came before it was another being and after. He is also able to imitate emotions in order to charm and capture his prey. It is a dangerous creature for both humans and other creatures alike...
Name: Aldiel Age: 19 Attire/Appearance: Aldiel is average height at around five feet, eight inches tall. He is lean, but not unhealthily, with skin that is not often touched by the sun. His footwear into which his black, canvas cargo pants are usually stuffed, is a pair of boots that lie somewhat between combat and casual black leather. His torso, arms, hands, and neck (stopping at his jawline) are adorned by elegant scrolling symbols and writings in metallic gold that he was born with, as most angels are. He doesn't not understand them, nor can he read them. He usually wears a plain, wide-necked, cloud gray, long-sleeved shirt that almost looks too big for him, yet compliments his figure. His stubborn, messy, white hair spills to his shoulders, but no further. Finally he has distinct, soft, red eyes that separate him from full-blooded Angels with gold eyes. The common though among the angelic people is that tibia a mark of his tainted genes. His wings are not overly big or small, and only appear at his will. The magical appendages don't rip his shirt when sprouted, but seem to sprout and retract in a supernatural manner that even he doesn't fully understand. He can only fly for short distances, but it's enough to get his deliveries done. Race: half angel Gender:Male Occupation: package delivery. Location: the south end, and parts of east end.
Alignment: Unaligned (subject to change)
A Brief History: When the monsters and creatures of old came to rise, demons and Angels alike were among them. These were the names given to these races that portrayed the traits that humans saw as good and evil. Angels, in reality were simply a higher race of elves that could summon magical wings and take flight. They were born with divine markings that contain secrets pertaining uniquely to each individual angel in some way. They quickly took control of much of the financial dealings of the east, along with the more aristocratic portion of the entertainment.
Aldiel doesn't remember much of his childhood in the east end with his mother, Zerulia. He barely knows her face, but he does remember being cast out after it was discovered that his father was a human. He was on his own at twelve years old, living as a slave to a perverted old man. He was beaten and violated for three years until the official decided he was "too old" to keep. He was sold into the human slave trade where he was purchased by a man by the name of Roland Von Federclad, the mail chief of the south district. Roland nursed the teenager to the best physical and mental/emotional health that he could and gave him a job.
With a new sense of purpose and belonging, Aldiel's childhood behavior of smiles and positivity returned and he carried out his deliveries with pride. It won't be long, though, until he learns of his adopted father/ owner's true ambition.
Other: despite his happy nature, Aldiel is a bit of a sorrowful loner on the inside. He often sits atop buildings and wonders where and who his true father is.
Imma just... bump this >.> ALSO @TheMinorFall@Melo@Landaus Five-One@Kangaroo@SleepingSilence@shylarah please put your Characters in the Character tab... the CS template (I.E Name, Age... etc.) should match the color of the alliance you have chosen. Also, please add alliance below occupation but above History.. K thanks <3
