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A Sinful Masquerade (A Horror RP)

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A Sinful Masquerade (A Horror RP)

I hear you. I have a hard time with being either over descriptive or not enough.

A Sinful Masquerade (A Horror RP)

The world had begun to explode with colors and lights, and anywhere Dante looked for too long he would find wallpaper would begin to drip down, bringing the fabrics of reality down with it. How delightful it was to be wrapped in mortal flesh and bones and have one's mind affected into madness. He blinked, now the walls began to inhale and exhale with him. Another blink and he was unthinkably large for a tiny tiny room. He held his hands out before him, and studied his own digits as they detached themselves and ran away from him to go dancing with the guests. Another blink would see them back again. Focus you blubbering imbecile or I shall snatch your worthless spirit from your piteous shell and replace you with someone more capable a heavy voice growled at him. A hallucination, perhaps? Best not to assume as such, the Dark Lord or not he did have a matter to attend to. He stood, leaning heavily against the wall as the world spun and flipped and righted itself again. Ah, there we go, back to normal. Dante blinked again and tried to remember that normal was not indeed in negative. There are colors, bright and lovely. Focus on those he instructed himself, or more so the chemicals that played tricks in his mind. How delightful it was to be at the mercy of a force which was out of your control. Is this what his victims felt when they forfeited their souls for an ounce of good Colombian white? Something odd caught his attention as some fool tumbled down the stairs much like a rag doll violently dismissed from a spoiled child's presence. He closed his eyes tight, and opened them again to the man swaying like an idiot. Too much champagne, these foul and miserable souls get a taste of life and just like himself they binge drink. He thought as he began to walk towards the man. He kept his hand along the wall, a sort of tether to the real world lest he should go flying off to Nirvana. He'd met Cobain at the end of a needle with supreme black tar. Truly a talent. Truly a tormented, foolish, wasteful wasteful talent. He couldn't even be bothered to clear the syringe, no, make me use your bloody dirty needle you wasteful bastard. Dante caught his mind wandering again, and found he had been standing before the swaying man for who knows how long with vacant eyes. "I have a feeling you've indulged in a little bubbly tonight? Or are you dreadfully dull and simply have terrible coordination?" he asked with a heavy sense of detachment. He moved so he stood side by side with the man so that he might survey the Damned drinking and fucking themselves merry while they had a chance. Some stalked around, heads held long and chins thrust forward. Others found corners in which to fornicate- disgusting. Some boasted about the yachts they had, or the amount of slaves they had on their plantation. Many were crowded around the buffet tables that never seemed to go empty of sweets, or exotic dishes. A fair few seemed to just lounge about on the many sofa's and pillowed hideaways. Somewhere, if one listened closely, they could hear heated debates or witness all-out brawls, and many and more cut appraising glances at their fellow degenerates enviously. Or this was all some very grandiose trip he was on. He breathed it all on, trying to relax his fuzzy mind, and found a smile spring to his face. He then cast a sideways look at the odd, clumsy individual, and arched his brow. "Or maybe, the effort of walking was all too much for you?" he wagered another guess. This very much seemed to be the work of his lazy incompetent sibling. Is this how he planned to participate in the evening's festivities? I'll wager I corrupt my prize well before you do, he thought to himself. You'll be here half a bloody century before you can be bothered to get around to it. Dante chuckled and plucked another tray of hor d'oeuvres from the finger tips of some passerby butler. And popping bite sized quiche into his mouth, one after the other, faster than anyone could seem to chew and swallow the previous one. He'd had better, and much preferred the shrimp cocktail, but they would't be bringing that out until later so that it could stay fresh. He sighed at the thought, as he chewed a mouthful of quiche, that dribbled from his lips and down his chin. Pausing briefly to wipe away at it with the cuff of his tailored tux, and return to his feast anew when another passing butler had delightful bite sized creme brulee. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Roxie grew restless before noticing a few new faces beginning to appear in the crowd. One such was a man wearing a frightening manic mask that evoked no craving or desire within her. She felt all at once disappointment and frustration- two emotions that served only to ruin pretty faces with hideous wrinkles, and were at such odds than the emotions of pleasure, excitement, and satisfaction that she so desperately sought out. Surely this one cannot be mind, she thought to herself. Another scan of the room revealed to her another disgruntled looking guest wearing a garb of red silk and velvet. The colors of passion, romance, and lust were ill-matched with the apparent temperament of the one robed in them. Still, she found the prospect of seducing men that might please her for a moment or two far outweighed her disappointment in their presentations. For all she knew they could be very well endowed and had a fetish for bondage and domination. There was only one way to find out. Put off by the mask-wearing guess, she decided to set her sights on the crimson visitor who seemed so decidedly unhappy to be there. She still, would spare a glance to the mask-wearer putting all of her effort into her patented "come fuck me" face. She sauntered past him and right up to her target. She stopped, putting her weight on her right heel (which accentuated her curves in a very calculated manner) and reached up to coil a lock of blonde hair around her slender fingers. "Now, here's someone who doesn't seem pleased with his party guests," she cooed. She began to walk around him, taking the liberty to trail a well manicured hand first along the length of his arm, then across his broad back. She stopped slightly behind him, so that when she spoke again her voice would be in his ear. "You seem like someone who appreciates the finer things, they all seem like they know nothing of the sort," she said in a softer voice than when she had initially addressed him. Then she leaned forward a little closer, "but I'm sure you have exquisite tastes," she whispered. She fell back on her heels again, daring him in her mind to turn and look upon her. But she found that as she gazed upon him a peculiar little pain- like a migraine- began to form in her temples, and was almost instantly cured when she looked away from him to scour the party-goers for any other potential target.

A Sinful Masquerade (A Horror RP)

Wow @Fillet that's a really good point! I imagine they would see the demon's true form- or some sort of demon form anyway. But I think I'll leave that up to our angel's that we have because I definitely want to follow their lead. You're a really talented writer by the way I LOOOVE your use of adjectives

A Sinful Masquerade (A Horror RP)

@Darcs Okay! I've updated your character section in the character tab! Feel free to begin posting whenever you'd like!

A Sinful Masquerade (A Horror RP)

@Terminal Your character looks great! Thank you! I've updated it! @Fillet That's quite alright! Just post as you're able to!

A Sinful Masquerade (A Horror RP)

What a sorry name for an angel.

Belphegor

Corbel Gin Hepper

Corbel Gin Hepper

Age: Older than time, younger than light.

Description

For an Angel, Corbel is something of a massive prick. Unlike Caritas, he does not appear to be associated with the Heavenly Virtues except incidentally. He is an Angel of the First Sphere, operating directly under one of the Archangels themselves. He is an Old Testament Angel, and as such does not conform to modern interpretations of Angelic Beings. His true form is not a winged humanoid, but an eldritch complex that most would mistake as a Horrorterror from the Furthest Ring. He is also decidedly not nice. Or gentle. Or a pacifist. The best words to assign his person would be, 'Merciless, Exigent, Harrowing.' He appears to have been sent to the Manor separately to Caritas in a case of the right hand not knowing what the left is doing. His objectives are markedly different, and the means he is willing to employ more varied...and extreme.

@Terminal

A Sinful Masquerade (A Horror RP)

I have updated the Character slots so that they are filled accordingly and added the profiles! Thanks guys~! [quote=@Darcs] Alright! As you update your WIP's I will modify your character entry in the character list.

A Sinful Masquerade (A Horror RP)

Caritas, the Angel Who Unites Us to God

"Everything's gonna be okay."

Name: Caritas Appeared Age: 21 Role: Angel/Charity Abilities: N/A Personality: To use the word 'nice' to describe Caritas is such an understatement, so much so that some would call it a sin, but Charitas would forgive you. The androgynous angel had fully adopted a demeanor so simple and kind that even Christ himself viewed the charity the angel has displayed as admirable. Caritas has a very childlike demeanor and optimism in regards to interaction with the world. Bio: Caritas, unlike Corbel, is not an angel descended from the Divine Being, but instead is an innocent soul ascended to the rank after experiencing a mortal death. Caritas was born with earthly name of Tyler Junius in Louisiana several decades ago. His human life was one filled with hardship, his family was poor, his mother was a drug addict, and his father an abusive narcissist-- he was not baptized, as his father was such a pagan that he worshiped himself. A young Tyler was not introduced to Christ until his 8th year on earth, when a Christian relative gifted him with a children's bible. It was through this single act of kindness and charity that, on Tyler's 9th year on earth, when he perished in a house set ablaze by his father's arrogance, that they young boy's soul was saved. The decades since have seen Tyler cast aside his human name and accept Caritas, a name fitting the angelic qualities of one who was saved through charity and kindness, and now serves as a guardian angel to those who might be known to God through their own selfless acts. Urania, an angel representing the charity of Holy Spirit, sent Caritas to the party, to find and save any souls who might open their hearts to God through the altruism in their hearts.

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James Smith, a Man Who Has All But Given Up

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Name: James Smith Age: 32 Role: Sinner/Sloth Abilities: N/A Personality: A lack of personality best describes James' personality. Be it society, his own depression, or the forces of the embodiment of Sloth acting on his soul, something has numbed him to a point where he doesn't really feel emotions, he just occasionally leaves the state of apathy that his mind exists in 90% of the time. He is a sad, depressed individual-- someone who has been on the edge for too long-- and he acts in stereotypical accordance to this. Bio: What life? The existence James has begun to lead is hardly one worth recounting. After college he began to work-- and that is where James life now remains. Trapped in a purgatory created by his own lack of ambition, he puts little into earning barely enough money to keep himself alive and even less into his own enjoyment when he isn't working. Truth be told, James doesn't know where he got the energy to come to the party-- a certain voice in the back of his head perhaps?

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Marcus Junius, a Proud Soul Tempered by the Fires of Hell

"I ain't gonna mess with THAT"

Name: Marcus Junius Appeared Age: 40 Role: Damned Spirit/Pride Abilities: N/A Personality: Marcus is a bastard. He was the type of person, in life, who became consumed by greed and anger but became an embodiment of megalomania to those around them. Decades spent burning in the fires of hell have only worsened his ego. He has no faults-- he is only in hell because God himself cannot compare to the glory that is Marcus, the fires that scorched his skin black have strengthened his resolve and belief in himself-- and that he embodies his sin so well has only bloated his ego further. He is the best soul to ever be, and others should strive to be like him. Bio: Marcus Junius, the image of perfection and goodness, has been burning in the hottest fires of hell, for, 50 years? It doesn't matter much. The man is too proud to admit his wrongdoing in life. Even the depths of the 9th level do nothing to harm his stubborn resolve. In that way, he is strong. The pain he feels is nothing to admitting that he has sinned, that he was. Marcus Junius was raised on Louisianan Voodoo, and continues to believe and practice his pagan magic. Voodoo, and the deal he made, is what put him in the fire. Quite simply, in a test of vanity, Marcus Junius summoned a pagan spirit and asked to be made more powerful than God himself. It didn't turn out so well. His skin is black from the fires that have only strengthened his belief that he is a god, and the tattoos that adorn his body are to remind him of the false religion he continues to follow.

@Darcs

A Sinful Masquerade (A Horror RP)

Hider

Name: Lust Age: 30 Role: Sin/Lust Abilities: Can sense/know the level and type of desire in someone, gradually tap into their well of fantasies; transform into whatever physical body the victim wants and produce vivid illusions/reality of the kind; whisper words of temptation that sound irresistible; every touch is undeniably pleasurable. Personality: Lust has no gender, psychologically or physically, although, depending on what’s in season in the age it’s in, or the type of crowd it’s in, it can take on a stunning male or female form or any kind of creature necessary. It melds into whatever kind of personality the chosen victim most desires; Lust is the most well-liked and sociable even by and among its siblings. Lust is a person only in relation to someone else. There’s no sharply defined and constant personality and as such is more akin to Sloth in essence despite appearing more like its other siblings. It is cultured and knowledgeable only to the degree of necessity, to what’s needed to seduce and entrap its victim. Bio: Born out of a frenzy of carnality as old as the first soul, Lust loves the dance of life and the sick, twisted, hellish - exciting, grand, heavenly - pleasures the world has to offer. It has no morals, no judgment, no boundaries. It delights in what the chosen mortal enjoys, it indulges the willing victim by taking them farther than the fringes of their wildest fantasies; it teases wickedly, locking the mortal in a vicious spiral of wanting and having, inching closer and closer to the climax when they scream and beg in tears and sweat for Lust to have their soul. But Lust is never satisfied by the soul(s) it takes, its gratification is always just a hair’s breadth away and never reached, so it’s ever onwards preying for the next life. It has one of, if not the, highest number of souls count. Lust enjoys the game, the more seemingly difficult it is, the more enticed it is to corrupting their soul.

@Fillet