i vastly overestimated the ability of my energy reserves to endure a christmas party, so my victor post will be somewhat delayed. if anyone was waiting on me to post first for the gm event, feel free to slide in now at your discretion—though i should be able to post tomorrow.
I'm a dirty, filthy liar. Spidey post will be up tomorrow. For real this time. Decided to do some holiday things with family today and didn't carve out time to write.
Sample posts are the devil, and speaking of devils, here:
S O N O F S A T A N
D A I M O N H E L S T R O M ♦ O C C U L T I N V E S T I G A T O R ♦ N E W Y O R K C I T Y ♦ I N D E P E N D E N T
C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:
"Bullets? Really? Do you know who I am?"
One day, Victoria Helstrom was whisked into a whirlwind romance beyond her dreams, wooed and seduced by a charismatic, charming gentleman. Their affair was passionate, but inevitably short-lived, and soon Victoria was left alone with infant twins, brother and sister, Daimon and Ana. Life from then on would be difficult, but manageable, and while they had their differences as individuals, the three held firm as a family, taking care of each other and holding love between them.
Then Daimon and Ana turned eighteen, and everything changed. Dark, powerful magic awakened within them both, and their father suddenly reappeared, not having aged a day in the near two-decades since he'd abandoned them, and he returned with momentous news: his human form was a mere illusion, and in truth he was the King of Hell, Satan, The Devil Himself, and he had come to claim Daimon and Ana and grant them their birthright as heirs to the demonic throne. Victoria, for her part, was driven mad, and while Ana - who had dreamed of achieving greatness her entire life - was more than happy to welcome such incredible power, Daimon held nothing but contempt for this presumptuous creature who had invaded his mother's life so many years ago, just to abandon his family and only return to tear it asunder once again. Unlocking his powers of magic and hellfire, Daimon waged considerable battle against his father - eventually, the demon conceded, returning to Hell without Daimon, but with Ana by his side.
In the fallout, Daimon devoted himself to occult investigation, seeking how to strike back at his father and return his sister to Earth, and in the process discovered that his father wasn't Satan at all. Instead, the pool of demons who could have sired him was broad indeed, and whoever his father really was had merely impersonated Satan in a bid to falsely fulfil the prophecy of an Antichrist, who would overthrow the ruler of Hell. Daimon and Ana had merely been pawns in a foolish game of demonic politics, and Daimon cared very little for it.
Now, Daimon works as a freelance investigator, dealing in small personal matters and occult cases, while on the side he continues his research into his true father and the safe return of his sister. Uninterested in his 'birthright' and the machinations of devils, he has little patience for the denizens of Hell who continue to pester him, or indeed anyone in general.
C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:
Due to his half-human, half-demon nature, Daimon is uniquely two-souled, possessing both a natural human soul, and also its demonic counterpart 'Darksoul', which manifests a a burning, pentagram-shaped birthmark on his chest. Through his Darksoul, Daimon has access to powerful innate magic, able to channel the energy of Hell through his demonic blood to invoke all manner of spells and incantations. He can also conjure up and control Hellfire, which does not burn physically but instead scorches the Soul, the very life essence of the being. Finally, Daimon can summon a hellish pitchfork through his Darksoul, wielding it as a powerful melee weapon and to channel his magic and Hellfire.
Ana Helstrom - Sister, in Hell Victoria Helstrom - Mother, Institutionalised Johnny Blaze - Ghost Rider, Host of Zarathos Carter Slade - Caretaker, ex-Ghost Rider Marduk Karios - Demon, Possible Father, in Hell Satannish - Demon, Possible Father, in Hell Twelve Princes of Hell - Demons, Possible Fathers, in Hell Demon Lords - Demons, Possible Fathers, in Hell Mephisto - Demon, Possible Father, in Hell Blackheart - Demon, Son of Mephisto, Possible Brother, in Hell Satan, King of Hell - Demon, not Father, in Hell
Infernal King, Ruler of Hell, The Evil One, Serpent of Old, Son of Perdition, Fallen Star: Satan
The Twelve Princes of Hell: Leviathan Belial Paimon Astaroth Samael Beelzebub Asmodeus Bael Pruflas Ariton Mammon Amaymon
Demon Lords, Barons of the Underworld: Marduk Satannish Mephisto Chthon Zarathos Azazel
S A M P L E P O S T:
Daimon was certain, more than anything previously in his still-short life, that turning eighteen wasn't supposed to entail almost any of the things that his eyes currently beheld.
The room in front of him was aflame, the walls painted with an eerie orange glow from the fires that crawled along the floor and up the walls. The blaze was already spilling from the doorframe into the upper-story landing, and soon after the entire house would be alight in an inferno that would claim nearly everything Daimon held dear to his heart; the only thing left unscathed would be Victoria, his devoted mother, but even she would be warped into a shell of the strong, steadfast women he had felt protected by his entire childhood. Within the room - his sister's room, he recalled, distinctly remembering watching the various posters and photos curling up from the corners as the flames licked at the paper.
A dark circle appeared to be burned into the floorboards, and on it stood the twisted, hellish creature that had once masqueraded as Daimon's father, a rippling figure of red flesh and stained bone. Multiple eyes, mismatched and strewn across a misshapen face that was more of beast than of man, narrowed in seething rage against his erstwhile heir. In one clawed hand the fiend held Ana, Daimon's sister, clothes scorched and face stained with tears and smoke, hanging limp in the devil's clutches.
Daimon's chest burned bright with a newly-branded pentagram, and he moved his hand to scoop out another gout of fire and heft it in his hand; the weight felt good, and the heat was a pleasant warmth against his palm, despite the warped air he could see emanating around it. He looked at his once-father; he looked at Ana, unconscious and injured; he thought of his mother, catatonic on the street. The flame ignited a brilliant blue, and he hurled the blast at the demon full-force.
This was the last thing Daimon could remember of that fateful night - the fire, his mother, Ana, all struck low by the catastrophe wreaked by an infernal devil; a devil whom, mere hours previous, had posed as their father, attempting to woo them away from their home. He had promised power, wealth, longevity, but when Daimon and Ana had protested - had put to him his failure as a father - had decried his apathetic abandonment of them and their mother - he had determined that he would take by force what they would not submit to him willingly. In the end, his father's return only served to tear asunder completely what Daimon had managed to repair in the nearly two decades since his departure: his family.
Daimon worked freelance now, his mother institutionalized, his sister abducted, no structure or alliances left to depend on. He survived, many a dark night spent pondering why - but the answer was always the same: in search of his father. In search of his sister. In search of revenge.
P O S T C A T A L O G:
This section is not necessary, but a procedural listing of your linked posts will make it much easier and more convenient for all involved.
Y'know...Is it bad that, after everything's been said and done with Mysterio accepted, a different idea's popped into my brain that I kinda low-key like even more? xD
Anyhoo, speaking of that totally legit weaver of the arcane arts, I'll probably see about posting him up for the event tomorrow. Admittedly I was trying to wait for noodles, but at this point it's probably just best for me to see about jumping in.
Or, y'know, I end up convincing myself too far on my other concept and have to wait to get re-accepted like a clown as I write that up instead
Y'know...Is it bad that, after everything's been said and done with Mysterio accepted, a different idea's popped into my brain that I kinda low-key like even more? xD
Anyhoo, speaking of that totally legit weaver of the arcane arts, I'll probably see about posting him up for the event tomorrow. Admittedly I was trying to wait for noodles, but at this point it's probably just best for me to see about jumping in.
Or, y'know, I end up convincing myself too far on my other concept and have to wait to get re-accepted like a clown as I write that up instead
Y'know...Is it bad that, after everything's been said and done with Mysterio accepted, a different idea's popped into my brain that I kinda low-key like even more? xD
Anyhoo, speaking of that totally legit weaver of the arcane arts, I'll probably see about posting him up for the event tomorrow. Admittedly I was trying to wait for noodles, but at this point it's probably just best for me to see about jumping in.
Or, y'know, I end up convincing myself too far on my other concept and have to wait to get re-accepted like a clown as I write that up instead
currently throwing down with a mystery illness, but the bulk of my first victor post is done. i should have it posted early tomorrow, when my sinuses decide to depressurise themselves.
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