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Title: Lord of Gifts

Species: Magical Pet (Eldritch Monstrosity)

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• Name: Gary Profumo Harding
• Title: Malicious Missionary of the Church of Voguish Rogues
• Species: Vampire

• Abilities:
Vampiric Curse - The curse of the vampire bestows many ill and beneficial effects. As for the beneficial ones, these enhance his natural five senses to being peak condition, while bestowing him the endurance and strength of many men which is to that that of superhuman qualities. His endurance lets him regenerate slowly over time but retaining scars from rather serious injuries. And the endurance also keeps him from dying as long as it is not via the natural light of the sun, a stake through the heart or being soaked to death via holy water, and regenerates slowly over time but retains scars from rather serious injuries.

Lord of the Crawling Night - Like many Vampires, Mister Harding has the ability to telepathically command and understand nocturnal creatures, these include such creatures as bats, wolves and rats.

Vampiric Touch - Vampires need to feed and they are very good at it; Gary has a wicked set of canines and can latch on hard to targets to satiate his eternal bloodlust. If he drains enough blood, he can turn them into spawn creatures who serve him much like nocturnal creatures instinctively do.

Shapes of the Sinister - Gary has the ability to turn into the forms of a bat, a wolf, and that of mist while retaining the ability of speech. As bat or a mist, Gary can fly as he needs, while as a wolf he is a bit faster than usual. The mist kicks in automatically when he has taken wounds that would kill him but due to their nature don't actively kill him.

Craven Climbing and Weaseling - These abilities involve the ability to move about on any vertical surface with ease or going through small holes while seemingly retaining his appearance.

• Skills: Gridlocking tier Politicking, Monologuing, Unshakable Faith, Gentleman

• Inventory:
The Dastardly Book of Dick - This is Gary's most prized position; an obsidian tome kept firmly shut by a red lock keeping human-hide pages safe from damage. It has been enchanted to always return to Gary and can weather any sort of beating thrown from it. This is his unholy book.

Coffin - Gary keeps and maintains a lovely oak coffin, which he always gets varnished on a weekly basis. It is filled with, and surrounded by, his ancestral soil and will respawn in it if he is killed in a manner that isn't a stake through the heart, the sun, or holy water.

• Sample Post:
The day had come, that day that pretty much every student had feared; mid-terms. These frightened even mundane students, but they had a more sinister meaning in Hell. And Gary, he did not study at all for them. It was less due to a cocky arrogance, but rather due to the tenacious and steadfast belief to the values held in the Dastardly Book of Dick. He had read the unholy grimoire night after night every day and had taken in its values knowing full well how he was going to succeed in these mid-terms.

He was gonna cheat like a motherfucker.

Harding stood at a pulpit holding the Book of Dastardly as he stared at a collection of rats and bats. With a great pride he rose the book high above the pulpit as he began pacing back and forth, now it was time to begin the ceremonial speech.

"What is it that truly matters in life, or unlife as the case may be? Is it success? Is it money? Could it be fortune? Fame? No. These values are lies that have been spread by individuals who have lost faith; who have lost what it truly means to be evil. It is not about success, as many of the greatest villains, nay ALL the great villains lost when the big moment came. Money? Money is but a tool, a tool that blinds us from seeing the forest from the trees. Fame? Fame is fleeting, temporary, you might be the big shot villain one day but the next day a new generation will come who will outshine you. No what truly matters..." Gary extended his arms out wide and smiled.

"Is evil, for the sake of evil! CHEATING JUST TO LET THEM KNOW YOU CHEATED! IT IS ABOUT STYLE, PRESENTATION! WHAT MATTERS IS BEING EVIL JUST TO BE EVIL REGARDLESS OF THE CONSEQUENCES AS SAY THE UNHOLY WORD OF DICK!"

Gary clutched his fist and began laughing maniacally. "NOW GO MY PETS! COMMIT ATROCITIES FOR THE MERE SAKE OF IT!"

• Other: He compulsively counts small objects if thrown near him, cannot cross a running river or enter a place of residence without permission at least once. Evil is all around us.

The mighty treads of The Bubble tore the road apart as it sped towards its destination. The Pleasesantville Shopping Mall. Within The Bubble, Captain Endemia double checked the contents of the canisters on the Heralds of Plague. "Easily more than enough. I could probably get everyone in town with this if everything wasn't so spread out. Easiest hundred all year."

As The Bubble neared the mall, Captain Endemia begun the long process of getting back in their armor. While they wanted to spread disease, such a vulgar method as simply walking through a crowd in normal clothing was tacky, uninspired, and would likely lead to the proctor tossing the Captain into some sort of demonic hell vent or a dire pit of spikes. Such thoughts frightened Captain Endemia to some degree, but mostly because it would be a waste of their unique gift. The Captain sighed dreamily as they pictured a world ravaged by the wondrous gift of disease. What lifeforms would survive such a world? Would the Captain be left alone, or would others share their gift?

Before much thought could be put into this, The Bubble alerted the Captain to the fact that they had arrived, and naturally, the police had formed a blockade, in the vain hope that they could stop The Bubble. However, Captain Endemia decided to humor them for a moment and stopped The Bubble. Turning on a speaker system, Endemia's heavily filtered voice boomed out to the police.

"I, Captain Endemia, come bearing gifts. However you seem intent on stopping me for some unknown reason. Perhaps you do not understand. perhaps you assume I am some sort of... Domestic terrorist? Please understand, I am simply here to share my joy with all of mankind."

A hatch under The Bubble slid open and dropped one of Captain Endemia's Heralds of Plague, a fast moving black RC car adorned with flame decals, which raced towards the thin blue line that was determined to stop progress. A few of them opened fire, but couldn't keep up with the zigzagging path and the herald unleashed a sickly green mist on the blockade, causing them to scatter.

"Gentlemen, behold the first of my gifts. The gum disease, GINGIVITIS!"

A shrill bell rang out, startling Captain Endemia and telling them they need to get outside now. RIGHT NOW.

A stern looking demon holding a clipboard stepped out from behind a nearby tree and approached The Bubble.

"Cassidy Arkwright! I am very disappointed in you! Gingivitis? Of all the diseases, you choose gingivitis? I expect an explanation for why you're wasting everyone's time with this pathetic display!"

Stepping out of The Bubble, Cassidy jogged to the test proctor.

"Sir, I just thought... Gingivitis would be funny I guess?"
"Funny? We're not here for funny, we're here for evil."
"Well yeah, but-"
"No buts!"
"But!"
"NO! BUTS!"

Before the proctor could continue, the faint sound of clacking caused his ears to perk up.
"Uhh, boss? That human skin you gave us melted off."
Behind him stood a crowd of bleached white skeletons in poorly fitting police uniforms.
"Well, I suppose you passed Cassidy. Next time you should try explaining yourself before I get worked up."
"But..."

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• Name: Korn.
• Title: Atrocity, The Blood-wreathed Blade
• Species: Demon
• Abilities:
Bloodbathe: coming into contact with any blood, including his own will cause Korn to absorb it and gain strength, ferocity, and durability permanently. Losing blood will cause him to lose the effects. The limits of this ability are currently unknown.

Bloodwreathed blade: getting even a cut from this blade will have it start to siphon blood from the victim, along with nullifying any regenerative abilities the individual or monster may have. If anyone but Korn tries to wield the blade, upon picking it up will be drained of blood and energy until death or dropping it. The blade is indestructible, by way of magic or physical means.

Cursed soul, cursed body: Korn is nearly Indestructible, impervious to any type of poison or ranged weapons. However If he is dealt a wound it will permanently scar him, and begin to slowly bleed. Korn currently has 5 wounds that slowly drip blood as of currently, which is why his power slowly drains when not fighting.

Eyes of black: Korn can sense living things nearby, and clearly see the blood flowing in them. This effect can work within a short radius.

• Skills:

Melee weapons mastery

• Inventory:

Bloodwreathed blade: a cursed blade bound to Korn, of indescribable power and bloodlust.

Tortured Armor: Armor forged in the fires of hell, extremely strong but not very noteworthy other than that the blood Korn absorbs flows through the armor itself, as a sort of gateway to measure its strength.

• Sample Post:

“Pathetic.”

Korn stood over the demon, red mist enveloping the armored monstrosity. The creature, easily over 3 stories tall had seemed like it would be a challenge but unfortunately Korn was proved wrong yet again. His blade sank deep into the heart of beast, eagerly lapping and leeching the precious life force of it. The proctor watched, slightly disturbed as Korn visibly shook with energy and excitement, pools of blood being drawn to him and sleeping into the already blood spattered armor. As he stood there in the dark room, the proctor silently slipped in through a side door.

“It seems we have yet again underestimated your, ahem, strength capabilities.” The demon adjusted his black tinted glasses and stepped slightly back to avoid some blood. “Nevertheless, the test will continue with a monster of far greater strength.” Korn looked over at the demon, sensed the blood pushing through his veins and heart. “Another monster?” The voice came through the helmet, ragged and full of excitement. The proctor looked over at the armored man before grinning. As he turned to leave the proctors smile disappeared as he whispered into his earpiece “another monster, bigger this time! I don’t care of the cost just get it here. “

• Appearance: Here

• Name: Maricola

• Title: Mysterious Transfer Student X

• Species: Starspawn

• Abilities:
Euclidian Compaction - Using the dark powers of forbidden geometry, Maricola is able to fold it's spatial structure in order to compact itself down into an androgynous humanoid roughly four feet in height, thus allowing it to function more or less as a person would.

Ultimate Cells - A starspawn is a kind of biological singularity, a being of perfect simplicity and adaptability possessing extensive control over it's own body and the ability to self-repair, self-replicate, and self-evolve at mind-boggling speeds. Sadly, said biological singularity also includes a very simple brain.

Primeval Cells - Likewise, by sloughing off a portion of it's own cells and allowing them to assimilate a native life form, Maricola can spawn and telepathically command a city-menacing kaiju perfect for battling with giant robots or other oversize space aliens. Sadly, the complications of having such primitive three-dimensional biology inflicted upon them causes the imperfect organism to decay into watery mush after roughly 24 hours of rampaging, or once it's core is significantly compromised.

Interstellar Cells - Finally, as a fragment of a greater being itself, Maricola is in constant communication with it's parent body and is able to consult it for advice. Sadly, the main body Maricola comes from is just as out-of-touch as Maricola is in the ways of puny earthfolk, but it tries.

• Skills: N O L I F E S K I L L S

• Inventory: Taiwanese bootleg action figure in the likeness of Omegaman, Maricola's de-facto archnemesis and favorite superhero.


• Other: I saw everyone had a theme song, so I'm going to have one too.