The Human World is under attack. An ancient demon has sought to lay claim to the human world, after taking the Demon world for his own.
This particular demon is Moloch, an ancient, primordial being, who once attempted to usurp Mundus. With the latter sealed by Dante, he has seen fit to assemble his armies and siege his old territories. Now he has forced open a massive Hellgate, letting his infernal armies unleash an unprecedented scourge.

Dante, son of the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda, has entered the Hellgate to make a stand against the new Demon King, but it won't be enough. Devil Hunters the world over have converged to form a bulwark to defend humanity.

As demons converge on the city, it's up to you and others to contain a massive invasion that threatens to spread and consume the earth.

Are you a bad enough dude to save the world?

[INTRO]
Okay so this is a high octane, over the top action game set in the world of my favorite game series, Devil May Cry.
What is DMC? A cheesy Japanese action game about Dante, a half-demon demon hunter, who beats the everloving Hell out of veritible armies in each entry. And this rp is designed around recreating the feel and action the games are known for. Expect sick combos, devilish bosses, and absolutely crazy action.

[FAQ]
>What's the genre?
Action. Sweet, cheesy action.
>Do I need to know about DMC in advance to play?
Prior knowledge is nice, but no. It's simple in concept, so feel free to jump in. Ask questions if you're confused about setting details.
>So who am I supposed to play, anyways?
The Players in this game take the role of Devil Hunters, a title given to anyone who fights demons for whatever reason. I don't have many rules as to the type of character, because I want a nice variety going on; you can be a human, half-demon, samurai or whatever seems cool. That said I will accept on a case by case basis.
>What's the expected power level?
We're playing fast and loose, but DMC is extremely over the top. Everything here operates on rule of cool, so I'll probably allow it so long as it's appropriately stylish and you don't act like an asshat.
>Do we know each other in advance? Are we in a cool club?
Devil Hunters operate either solo or in small cells; you may have prior relations to each other, or even to Dante and co. (within reason). The closest there ever was to a Demon Hunter organization was the Order of the Sword. If you're not familiar, the Order of the Sword ended horribly.
>Any rules on weapons?
I'm gonna tentatively say limit yourself to one or two melee/devil arms and one or two firearms a piece. I don't want players overloading themselves with fifty million weapons and rendering other players redundant.
Also, don't steal stuff from the games. Don't run around with like Yamato or Sparda. There's like half a dozen "big sword" and three gauntlet weapons, so just put your own spin on it if you want one of the same type/moveset. That said I'll probably totally drop in a few of my favorites as rewards for beating bosses.

>Damn dude that's a lot. Anything else?
Remember the golden rule.
>What's the golden rule?
Play nice with others.

[CHARACTER SHEET]
Limit one per customer. Drop it in the OOC and I'll let you know if you're in.
Name/Alias: (What do people call you?)
Appearance: (Text and/or an image, so we know what you look like)
Biography: (Who are you? Why are you fighting creatures of the night? Favorite pizza topping?)
Devil Arms: (Melee weapons and the like. Does not have to be an actual Devil Arm. Maybe you use an ordinary sledgehammer.)
Firearms: (Guns. Do not have to be mundane in nature. Bottomless clips are in play)
Skills/Abilities: (Tell us about your cool cool trick! Special techniques and auxiliary abilities like Devil Trigger go here)
Other: (Anything extra you want to add?)

@Dead Cruiser
Listen that is way too vague and weird. I feel like you're trying to be clever, and going about it in the most roundabout manner with your powers, which isn't actually being clever and just doesn't work for the tone of DMC. You're apparently planning on "destroying the memory" of a mindless lesser demon when most people would just shoot it in the face.
Also eye-contact hypnosis doesn't flow well for action. You're tying up one mook but you're taken out of action for the duration.
In short, this game is cheesy action nonsense, and that power does not work for cheesy action nonsense.

Look, they're Dracula knives, right? If it were me, I'd personally drop the hypnosis, and have the knives either life-drain enemies, or crystalize blood to make blood-swords.

@IncredibleBeeI'll drop my interest in. What is the posting speed of this game?

@IncredibleBee Fuck, excuse me for trying to do something interesting.

I'll edit it to something else later; I'm not particularly keen on taking your suggestions because they feel lazy to me.

@IncredibleBee
Name:David Gorgon code name:Black Mist

Appearance: A tall, rather thin pale man clothed in a long flowing black robe. And on his bald forehead there is an insignia in the shape of a runic pentagram engraved. His right hand from under the robe appear to be purely metallic, and the hand holds the same insignia as the one on the forehead, here is what the pentagram looks like.
He always wheres circular red shades, and a crimson belt to hold his weapons, which is fitted diagonally on his back. He Also has a particular tattoo in the shape an x on the back of his neck and the words "Hit here to kill" written above the x. He stands at about 6'10", and he is as thin/skinny as a blade's edge, and his smile would send shivers down the spine of the Devil himself.

Bio: He was at one time a priest for the lord almighty, but then an unfortunate "accident" happened when Dante supposedly brought the demons to one of his sermons. He survived, but everyone he held dear were devoured by the demons before Dante could kill them. Once the demons followed Dante away from the scene, He ran over to the scraps of meat that were once his family and friends. One demon was still there, and in a mad rage the priest took off his cross necklace and jumped on top of the demon, and straggled it until it no longer moved. He vowed to himself he would kill as many of the demons as he could before he died, so he went to look for anything to help him in his righteous quest, and he found a large metal cross (about 5'9" tall) and several silvered knifes.

At the time he could barely lift the cross, and he had horrible aim a first, but after training for 15 years he had perfected his techniques. Now he was ready for his first official fight with a demon. He went back to his old church for the first time in 17 years, and the demon he strangled was still there, enraged as ever. He didn't know it but his necklace bound the demon to this place. He ran up to it and he swung his cross, and missed. The demon took this chance to rip off his right arm, and as the priest screamed in agony he threw 3 silver knifes each hitting their marks, the heart, the brain, and the mouth. The demon fell to the ground and evaporated. He had done it, he had slain a demon. He went to a special blacksmith who made him an enchanted silver arm.

Now he is just trying to find more to kill, and trust me, he is itching for a fight!

Devil Arms: Sharpened Blessed Silver Cross-It's a 250 pound heavy weapon fit for a holy man(burns through demons like nothing).

Melee weapons: Blessed Cross Necklace- Bounds demons to a single location, and Demonblood cannot touch or remove the necklace.

Ranged Weapons: Silver knifes- burns demons, and the cuts/burns cannot be regenerated. Quantity? Almost impossible to count but here is a number 2.5x10 to the 100th power.

Abilities:
Holy Pleasure(Passive)-Does more damage to undead or hellish creatures

Blessing-Blesses and object, and the object becomes more deadly to demons

Psychotic Rage-Triggers when "the memory" appears- speed,agility,strength,and endurance triples to form possibly the craziest monk you have ever seen.

Skills:
Fury of blows- land any amount of attacks on any number of opponents

Crucify- Stick the cross into the ground to have an area effect(50x50 ft.) of completely evaporating any unholy creatures within range.

OtherTry not to mention his family otherwise he goes into the rage mode. by the way, straight human!

So what do ya think may I join?

@IncredibleBeeHey Would you mind if i join, this will be my first rp on a forum, so I hope you will accept me, thanks for considering.

@IncredibleBee






The Chambers family line bears an old and ancient blood, and an old and ancient custom. They have hunted demons; devils; monsters—whatever the world wants to call them—they have hunted them for years and every member of the family has baffled the minds of humans and the supernatural alike. They are Gunslingers. Before then, they were Bowmen. Before then, they were Slingers. Gunslingers carry the blood of an excelled marksman and sharpshooter. They have sharp eyesight, hearing, smell, taste and reaction time; and are far from precise with their aim. The quick draw specialists are accurate. Capable of wielding any projectile with deadly grace, the Gunslingers in combat are not individuals any creature would want to pick a fight with. They each have their own ethics and goal, but when put up against each other, they are nearly deadlocked. Individual skill is what separates each one.

Wilson does not shoot with his eyes or his mind, but his soul. The spiritual energy that surrounds him is greater than that of an average human, and so potent that he can wield it as a weapon. His soul is just as dangerous able to leave his body and traverse one realm into the next, spilling the blood further. If devils, spirits, and monsters thought that they were safe in another dimension, they got another thing coming.

Wilson was born to Kirk and Helena Chambers. As a baby, he was branded with the mark of the Gunslinger, an almond-shaped eye, the eye of the eagle that was burned into the back of his hand. His training began long before he was allowed to wield a gun. He had to run, climb, swim, and survive. He had to break his body, fighting his father and the other Gunslingers. He sometimes went for days without sleeping, living in the wilderness where anyone or anything could kill him. The Gunslingers worked him until he broke mentally and physically. He denounced the family name. He tried to flee across the world to get away from his oppressive family. No matter how far he ran. No matter how well he thought he could hide. They always found him and dragged him back. Where? To Winslow, Arizona. His training continued, his spirit pulled thin. He wanted them to kill him, and they did—well, at least he thought they did. His own father, Kirk, had put a revolver to his forehead and pulled the trigger. Darkness enveloped his eyes. He didn’t see God; The Devil; Heaven; or Hell. In fact, he woke up lying exactly where they had left him.

On his chest was a heavy object. On his chest was a gun. Wilson took the revolver and sought out his father. He traveled to the Grand Canyon and found him at the bottom waiting for him. Wilson, angered by how he was treated his entire life, aimed the revolver at his father. His father drew his own gun, his draw faster than what Wilson had ever seen. Kirk shot his son before he could pull the trigger—again in the face. Wilson awoke later. It was night and his father had a fire going. Desperately, Wilson tried to reach for his gun and was shot again. In the morning, his father was still by the camp, drinking coffee. A sandwich wrapped in foil was on Wilson’s chest this time. A sandwich his mother had made. Kirk encouraged him to eat for he had been unconscious so many times that his body would need strength. Grudgingly, Wilson ate and after, he attempted to lead his father into a false sense of security. He sat by the fire and made some small talk, asking his Pa what he had done all day while he was dead. Kirk told him: hike, hunt, return to the surface to go shopping for some food…as much as it angered Wilson to know that he had time to do these things while his son was on the ground, he had distracted him.

Wilson dove for his revolver, sliding across the dirt and aimed it at his father. He squeezed the trigger. The revolver answered with a hollow click…no bullets. Kirk shot him. In the canyon, Wilson had to learn the hardest skill anyone could ever learn and that was to not shoot physically or mentally. In the canyon, Wilson eventually bested his father. He learned that Kirk had control over the power of his gun and only had been shooting Wilson with low doses of his spirit. It wasn’t guns that killed things. It was people. In the canyon, Wilson became a Gunslinger.


Wilson’s hat isn’t just for looks. It’s a deadly weapon that can be thrown like a boomerang, slicing down demons in its path of travel. When the hat returns to him, Wilson will flick the blood from its rim and return it to his head.


Desperado and Outlaw are the name of his twin revolvers of destruction. They are clipless for he shoots with his soul. The power of the rounds are determined by the strength of his spirit, ie. how long he wishes to charge up the spiritual potential. When Wilson shoots, the rounds can be as destructive as a field artillery shell. The guns are strong enough to block blades magical or normal for they are quite uncanny themselves. The Chambers have been using their techniques to keep the demons, and sometimes even angels where they belong for years. There are just certain realms you don't go trespassing into.








Wilson Chambers is a tribute to my favorite book series “The Dark Tower Series” by Stephen King not that horrible cinematic knock-off that was absolutely NOTHING like the books. Therefore, you may have read some small references to the series in his profile. Wilson Chambers is also the name of a character in my Gunslinger story. He isn't the main character in the story. Instead, he is a Gunsmith. The maker of the Gunslinger's guns. In this game, I decided to make him a character as though I'm playing his younger version.

I made him human because who doesn’t like a powerful underdog? No; angel/demon/vampire/phoenix/werewolf. Just pure bad-ass human. Yay humanity! So please don't try to pull the "humans can't do that" in a fantasy game with demons, angels, and what ever else designed to be a high-octane battleground for bad ass character concepts (psst! like this one). You'll just look ridiculous.

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Oh wow oh jeez. I need clarification on like everything.
>How come there's just a whole town of half-demons around, and who sired them?
>How come they all just have Devil Arms, because those are rare and only drop from the souls of really strong demons?
>How does Hector have DT if he doesn't use a Devil Arm? DT is basically resonating with it to unlock a full demon's potential, and this is important to the point where even Dante's appearance is affected by which one he uses.
>How come one of Shadow-tentacles abilities is "And more"?
>HAS HECTOR FOUGHT OTHER DEVIL HUNTERS BEFORE? Because if a vampire-demon called the Dark Angel was sailing around the European coast apparently terrorizing it, I feel like someone would get on that.
>Why does a vampire live at the bottom of the ocean?
>How old is Hector/his boat, and what are his pirate band like? Are they old-timey pirates or modern Somalian ones? If it's the former, where did they come from? This is a modern setting.
>Why does an immortal vampire need an heir, let alone one he didn't bother brainwashing before turning?

Most importantly, how does one substitute tomato sauce with blood?

-It's not a whole town of half demons, just a single family
-I can change it so only a few of them have devil arms
-I can give him a devil arm
-I can expand on the shadow abilities
-Yes he's fought devil hunters before, mostly ones that are self righteous like Order of the Sword
-That's were he likes to sleep, it protects him from the sun
-They're old, about I'd say 250 years old. They were more traditional pirates at first now they're modern pirates
-He didn't need an heir, vampires in the WOD setting for example just like to spread their curse for vain, narcissistic reasons.

@Dead Cruiser
You know guy I can't help but notice this isn't a gorilla.

@IncredibleBee Fuck, excuse me for trying to do something interesting.

I'll edit it to something else later; I'm not particularly keen on taking your suggestions because they feel lazy to me.

Alright you seem to be the only one who understands what you want, so let's try a new way to explain. Let's say Dracula Jr's walking down the street and he sees one of these:

Please explain how he would use his knives' abilities to defeat this enemy.

@David Gorgon

Yeah I just got two things to clear up first. It's unclear, did Dante intentionally bring demons to the church, or what happened there? Dante's not an asshole, so he wouldn't put people in danger intentionally.
Also, your "Crucify" ability is more of an "I win" button; you're saying it insta-gibs all demons in an area the size of a convenience store? On top of that, I think you'd TK a large percentage of your teammates whenever you use it.

@Holy Soldier

I like all the tirade about spirit-bullets when Dante just unloads .45 nonstop. Anyways, you're in; go ahead and post it in the CS tab.
I just wouldn't refer to yourself as a "Powerful underdog", just because you're human, because A.) you've got the most blatantly played up physical abilities out of any character so far and can walk on walls, and B.) Lady exists, and C.) that's an oxymoron if there ever was one.

@IncredibleBeeHey, he ain't no Lady and it's original with this current cast. :D I doubt anything, anyone comes up with is 100% original. Based on that way of thinking everything is played up and originality doesn't exist. Regardless what haters say, he's awesome to me and that's all that matters. :D

@Holy Soldier He didn't say anything about originality. I think you're confusing "played up" with "played out".

"Played out" means that something is unoriginal, bordering on profoundly mundane. "Played up" means you put a lot of emphasis and attention on something. In your case, you spent... eleven sentences just explaining how incredibly physically adept Wilson is, as compared to other Humans that have been made that put far, FAR less emphasis on incredible supernatural ability.

No one is saying this is a bad thing, just that compared to other Humans, your character is the last anyone would consider to be an "underdog" because of how much you play up his INhuman physical ability.

If I had to pick someone as the average Human underdog, it would be Saxton Cane, because he's just a lawyer.

Well, he's the underdog everywhere BUT the courtroom. He's a competent lawyer.

@ShisaI call all humans underdogs in any RP where it's meant to be a power game. No matter what. They are underdogs. Wilson is the Hawkeye in the Avengers. The Lawyer would be Agent Coulson. Still underdogs.

Also, Dante uses bullets. The bullets are just infused with demon magic. Wilson does not use bullets at all.

Name/Alias: Grigori
Appearance:


Biography: Once upon a time there was a brutal and empty hearted murderer. He had within him no trace of mercy or compassion, for he had been shown none in all his life. He used his incredible fighting skills to end lives across the world, caring not for the suffering he inflicted. An empty, wretched thing, more like a demon than a man.

No one cared when this man was betrayed and left to die in the cold, vast emptiness of Siberia. He would have succumb to the elements had he not stumbled upon what seemed to be a temple sitting alone out in the middle of the steppe. He knocked on the door and it was opened by a young man. Like an animal the murderer lashed out, felt his fingers reach the mans heart, but with a fluid grace the man reached out with his final breath and placed his hand upon the murderers head as though he were a child. There was a flash of light, a moment of pure bliss, and then all was darkness.

He awoke some time later. He was lying in a comfortable bed, next to a warm stove, with the taste of broth in his mouth and an old man smiling at him from a chair nearby. The murderer asked if the man was dead. He was, replied the old man. The murderer asked why he was not dead. He had already been forgiven, replied the old man. In his final moment the young man had redeemed him. The murderer asked the old man to explain.

Their talk that night was long. The old man was the leader of a strange cult founded by a group of executioners long ago, who had come east searching for the most painless way to kill. They had found it somewhere out here. A revelation from God that let them kill not only without pain, but inspiring a heavenly bliss in their subject. Being killed with it was comparable to being enveloped in the warm hands of God himself, and so they called it Heavens Palm. Being hit with the full force of it, they had thought, would make even demons repent in their final moments and be welcome into Heaven. However, they knew what evil could be wrought with this ultimate killing technique. They could not return with it to the amoral princes that set them to their work. However, they could also not throw away a gift from the almighty. So they had remained out here, constructing this temple and teaching wanderers like him.

The murderer asked if they would even teach a murderer like him. Yes, said the old man, for if God had not willed it he would never have found his way to their door. The murderer asked what would happen should he take the technique and use if for evil. Could you, the old man replied, having been shown a glimpse of heavens compassion? The murderer thought for a long time. He remembered that feeling he had experienced when the young man had placed a hand upon his head, a feeling being enveloped in pure love, and found for the first time a stirring in his heart. He knew that he could never use that technique for evil. With is dying breath, the young man had killed his murderer.

That was many years ago. Now, finally, the world is in desperate need of the Heavens Palm and its greatest practitioner has set off across the steppe toward civilization to test the technique against those he knows it was truly meant to combat. Grigori set out to save the souls of demons.

Devil Arms: Heavens Palm is a chi manipulation technique that sends the users chi directly into the opponents body to destroy it from the inside with even the lightest of touches. A bastard technique hacked together from Catholicism, Siberian mysticism, and Chinese martial arts, the technique causes no pain and in fact with every hit imparts building feelings of euphoria.

Firearms: None. Such mechanical devises lack the compassion necessary to redeem a demon. He can, however, concentrate his chi into projectiles that have the same effects as his fists.

Skills/Abilities:

Gods Breath- One of the foundational skills of Heavens Palm. A special breathing technique that focuses the users chi and boosts all their physical abilities. A Grigori was a peak human specimen before learning a mystical martial art from a group of Siberian Hermits the technique boosts his abilities to truly superhuman levels. To make use of this technique he, of course, needs to be able to breath.

Blood Stilling - One of the foundational skills of Heavens Palm. A technique Russian mystics used mostly on cattle. By laying their hands on the wound these men were able to completely stop the flow of blood and stabilize the patient. This is the same technique the mad monk Rasputin used to save Tsarevich Alexei Romanov during his struggles with hemophilia. This technique does not speed the healing of the wounds, just stops the patient from bleeding out.

@David Gorgon

Yeah I just got two things to clear up first. It's unclear, did Dante intentionally bring demons to the church, or what happened there? Dante's not an asshole, so he wouldn't put people in danger intentionally.
Also, your "Crucify" ability is more of an "I win" button; you're saying it insta-gibs all demons in an area the size of a convenience store? On top of that, I think you'd TK a large percentage of your teammates whenever you use it.

First-He brought them unintentionally.
Second-Crucify is a once-per-week type skill.

@Holy Soldier Well, going with your Avengers example, you wouldn't put the likes of Bruce Banner on the same level as Black Widow, would you? They are both technically Human, but one of them is a competent spy and the other is nigh invulnerable, strong enough to lift a house, and can literally leap tall buildings in a single bound.

Both are Human, but one is most certainly NOT an underdog. The Hulk probably top 10s most people's Marvel power charts, Black Widow is good at martial arts. The Hulk can go toe to toe with gods, Black Widow can be really REALLY sneaky.

And in RPs, to be perfectly honest, any Human character is exactly as strong as they need to be to be on par with whatever forces they're fighting against. They're weak in name only, as they are effectively on the level of anything decidedly nonhuman.

Again, no one is criticizing your character, I just think your reasoning is flawed in this instance.

Also "underdog" is generally a title that is applied to you by others. If one calls oneself an underdog, it doesn't really work.

@ShisaBlack Widow is a genetically engineered super soldier so she won't work in your defense as an example. Bruce Banner as Banner yes. Hulk is Hulk. In certain comics, they are treated as separate entities. Not a good defense. Underdog calls himself Underdog. I don't see the issue except that someone simply doesn't agree.

@Holy Soldier OK, you brought up Coulson originally, so I thought we were discussing the Marvel cinematic universe, in which Black Widow is a normal Human and Bruce Banner and the Hulk are one in the same. I thought that was a fair assumption given that most people know those characters from there, in which case my point stands unassailed.

But if you want to bring in the comics, whose canon is in a state of constant flux to the point where five people could be talking about the same character but be referring to a completely different guy, then fine. Let's talk about the comics. How about we discuss Squirrel Girl, who is a Human and also the most powerful character in the entirety of the Marvel universe in some canon? Is she an underdog?

Look, I was trying to politely communicate Bee's minor grievance to you because you seemed confused and I wanted to help, and I have been rewarded with unwarranted defensiveness and pedantry. I doubt you'll budge on this, and I can't be any more clear than I already have, so I'm going to stop engaging after this. But first I'd like to say one more thing.

The only people who self-apply the title of "underdog" either aren't really an underdog or are a literal cartoon dog in underwear.