Bishop

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

@Zeroth Can I add something under the "appearance" section? It completely left my mind.
"He and his squad had the same tattoo on their backs to show their bond. During his last year that tattoo turned more into a burden, and as thoughts about removing it passed through his mind he could never do it. Was it guilt? Or a memento from better days...
None the less that tattoo carried over to his new body. As a wisp he has this stripe of black ink rotating around his pure blue form, almost as if his sins are still chasing him, even to this new world."

So I was thinking the more evil deeds he does the larger the stripe becomes, until ultimately, if he chooses the evil path his essence merges with that of the black ink-like substance.

And about him being in hell, could he faintly recollect the tortures and pain he felt there? Or he has no memories of it?

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Character

Name: Lorek

Theme

Gender: Male

Species: Wisp

Appearance:

Goals: Redemption

Past Life: He was a soldier in a foreign land, sent there to help the government eradicate a rebel group. In the beginning it all seemed just, they were going to another country to free the citizens from the terror and oppression of the rebels. He killed a lot of those rebel scum fueled by the desire for justice and to serve his country. When, was the exact moment that everything changed or better yet, they changed, he didn't know. Somewhere along the way many squadrons started behaving in a more...animalistic manner. Maybe all the killings and the euphoria of the battlefield combined with the fact that they could die at any given time had ignited that sinful flame within them. They started killing the civilians whose houses they were occupying, stealing their food, raping them. War Crimes.

The others aside, he had made peace with the fact that he would be charged and sentenced once the war was over. And then it ended, and all he got for it were medals and commendations among many other praises.

Returning back home, he saw his smiling wife, looking at him with tearful eyes filled with admiration, besides her she was holding the hand of a child. An innocent young girl who he was proud to call his own. That sight gripped and painfully twisted his heart almost making him retch. How many families had his squad ruined, how many had he destroyed?

He tried to live his life, tried to forget, tried with therapy, with alcohol, with drugs and then with other women besides his wife.
One year later he committed suicide.

Some would say that it was the coward's way out. That instead of owning up to his actions he chose to escape them. But he was a religious person and he knew that no punishment on earth could compare to what would befall him in hell.
That day he didn't pray once to God for forgiveness.

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Transformations: --

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I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

I like the Digbie one, resembles a fable with the way it's written and the name lol

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Same

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

2 years hhh but I still like the premise. Can I jo-@Stormflyx where did you get video footage of me?

As I was saying, can I join this Mr. Poo?

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝

I love how 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 are perversions which blind us from the truth of the world.

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝

I would've written something longer but I don't really know where the doctor is or the creature. But if you all want to go to the next scene i can write him swiftly leaving through the fire exit and out of the building.

And about the soul thing I figured it could be used liike a kind of sensor so if the thing gets too close he can feel it and change direection.

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝

He ran and ran and when he got his bearings he found himself locked up inside an office looking through the small window in the door. Did he outrun it? Was it too far behind to know where he went to hide? Maybe it just chased some of the others. Sliding down the door in exhaustion he took a breather. He was surprisingly calm, his thoughts were clear and his heart wasn't beating too fast taking the situation under consideration. It was just like he came from a morning jog. The irrational fear he felt didn't come from him, if that makes any sense. It was like the antivirus closing a program automatically or removing it once it found out to be a threat to the computer. The owner wouldn't have thought twice about using the program but the antivirus knows better....in most cases. You could say his antivirus was a 10/10.

Then he realized, as his heart started pounding faster that he had gone upstairs, a floor above the creature, certainly not where the exit was. He had to get out of there. He couldn't waste more time than he already had and he couldn't risk waiting there for anyone. He suddenly remembered a game that his nephew played with a theme like "Survive the Night until Morning inside the building". Well good thing this wasn't a game with those death sentence rules. He had to find a map with the layout of the building and hopefully find a fire escape in this floor. Worst case scenario the fire escape was a floor below him. Taking a deep breath he opened the office door and ventured outsiide.

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝

WOW! Was my post so shit it literally killed the RP?

𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝

He finally wakes up from his hazed state amidst the commotion. Was it too late? Did he fail? Was he going to get locked up again?
He got up and somewhat composed himself. They were trying to make him fail. It was a test, they were all actors trying to get him to slip up so they can lock him up again.

But he wouldn't fall for this lie. He was smarter than them, he gad gotten out after all hadn't he? They couldn't keep him locked up forever. And on the worst case scenario, it was all actually in his head and not some play with actors. SO he just had to take control of his mind in order to calm down everybody.

Somewhat composing himself, he got out of the room, a confident smile on his face and you could swear he was chuckling to himself, pushing his way forward through anyone who might be blocking the door.

Assuming he got out he said:"Now what?" just as he was to make the turn to face the creature.

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He found himself running the opposite direction with all he had. You would never guess that man to be above 30 years old based on how fast he hightailed it. The moment he saw the creature a tear streamed down one of his eyes, his smile frozen on his face along with his blood. Everything was still but for a split second until he regained his bearings, yet again, from the momentary shock and found himself running through the hallways of the building. Luckily for him, his body had a better survival sense than his mind since it started running before his mind even processed the dreadful nightmarish picture that laid before him inn that instance.