Morric

Demons within

A cacophony of shrieks echoed through the small length of woods that surrounded the manor as a murder of crows dispatched from the thicket and into the slowly darkening sky as the sun slowly descended through the sky. The air seemed to cool off quickly as shadows subtly overtook the brush. Darkness was cast from the leafy canopy above. With the oncoming of night, came the awakening of nocturnal creatures. One in particular kept to the shadows, looking out with boring amber eyes as a young man carrying a tablet passed by hastily, seemingly lost and confused. Faint rumbling roiled out of the shrubs from behind him as he attempted to find his way. The rumbling grew into a bellowing snarl as the bushes parted to let loose a hulking black creature. The faint light of the disappearing sun and the stars above cast a gentle hue on the mass of fur and fangs revealing the form of a large black wolf. Despite the beasts ferocious disposition, it;s eyes seemed oddly blank and almost resembled the eyes of a human, with the exception of their brilliant amber glow.

Demons within

The face of disease of gruesome and vile. Though it wasn't visible to mortal eyes, Death could see the puss covered, rotting form of the inner demon. He almost seemed offended as it overtook the girl and filled the room with it's dark presence. The girl was strong however, capable of repressing the beast mid sentence. Falling silent for a second, Death reached down and pinched the handle of the tea cup between his fingers, raising it to take a sip. "Oh, that must be terribly daunting." He rested the cup on the folded newspaper and folded his hands together once again. A frigid breeze fell over them, kissing the skin with a prickling sensation. "Bother..." Death muttered beneath his breath before his form began to flicker and fade. "The angel comes to take of thee, the pain, the shame, the suffering. For on the day you call to me, I come, I call, to reap of yee." Death rose his hand, slowly motioning his fingers through the air in front of Eliza. "Beware the day, the time to need, for Death shall come to purge, to free." Shadows rushed over Eliza as Death dissipated into an illusion. In his absence, only the one chair she sat in remained. The table and chair in which Death sat was gone, as if it had never been.

FNAF Roleplay (Open To New Characters)

Name - Alexander Thorn

Age - 38
Gender - Male
Personality - Alexander clawed his way into the corporate world using skills he's acquired along his employment past. He's worked hard and has never been afraid to step on heads to get what he wants. He keeps his image pristine but won't avoid getting his hands dirty if need be. His ruthless business ethic has earned him the reputation of a corporate shark. His expertise was easily picked up on by the tycoons of Fazbear Entertainment and he was hired on into the corporate offices as a company representative. For the last year or so, he's assisted first hand on the revitalization of the pizzeria, focusing on it's public image due to all the negative stigmas attached to the establishment itself.

Name - Ryan Robertson

Age - 25
Gender - Male
Personality - Born and raises in new york, Ryan is accustomed to a fast paced and often stressful lifestyle. This reflects in his behavior as he never sticks to one place or task for too long and tends to work better under pressure. Growing up, he developed a love for robots, watching them in movies and video games. In college, he majored in robotics and mechanics, spending 5 years learning to assemble and program autonomous machines. After he graduated, he pursued a career in robotics and was soon accepted as an intern to Fazbear Entertainment where he assisted in the redesign and creation of the toy animatronic mascots.

Harry Cliffton

Age - 52
Gender - Male
Personality - Generally, Harry is easy going and oblivious. He leads a rather quiet lifestyle as a retired veteran and current day health inspector. He spends his free time building model boats and fishing. To keep busy, he became a health inspector since it was his duties in the army to inspect cadet barracks. Thanks to the years of conditioning from the army, Harry has become a night owl, sleeping during most days and becoming active at night. He also took the job he has due to being able to work after hours. Fazbear Entertainment is required to hire a federally sanctioned health inspector who is to perform random bi-monthly checks for anything that could be considered unsanitary or unsafe. In this case, Harry is the man for the job.

A World Of A Million Horrors

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Demons within

A look of vague interest crossed Death's visage as Eliza spoke of her demon. He was quiet, absently circling the top of his tea cup with the tip of his finger while he momentarily pondered her words. He almost looked remorseful, though it was hard to tell through what was generally an empty, emotionless gaze. "I see...you haven't just yet gone blind." Crossing one leg over the other, Death locked his finger in his lap and sat back in the creaky wooden chair. "Poor little sapling choked by a weed. How far can you grow before you are freed?" Death's voice seemed sympathetic. He stared into Eliza eyes, prying into the soul. Eyes were like windows after all. Behind the tainted innocence of her mortal soul was the hallowed darkness of a demon within. It was easy for Death to see the vile form of Disease. "And what of you...pestilence?" His voice was sightly harsh now, his tone biting. "How has life been treating you? Only healthy habits I presume."

Demons within

"I wasn't referring to us...my dear." Clarified Death as he motioned his hand toward her heart. "But to the filth that resides within you." Lowering his hand and silently looking over Eliza with observant eyes, Death raised the porcelain teacup sitting on the table to his lips and sipped lightly from the steamy liquid within. "Personally I couldn't care less about your alliances. In the end you're dust just like all the rest." The cup clapped subtly against the table as it was set down. "As I see it however, you seem to presume that leach sucking on your soul is some kind of friend." He chuckled mockingly, his words harsh as he referred to the demon Eliza was host to. "Even a savior perhaps?"

Demons within

Death has no host. He has not found one. So he is here but not quite here. He is a shadow on the edge of your perception. You can see him cause your demon lets you. But for all intensive purposes, he's an illusion with a few parlor tricks. Until he finds a host that is. Your post looks fine to me though. Just a heads up.

Demons within

"It's not going anywhere you know." Uttered Death as he watched Eliza feverishly consume the burger. To look upon Death was like looking at a mirage. His form flickered with intangibility, straining the eyes. "Come now. You were raised better than that. Remember what you were taught as a child." Said Death smugly, sliding a neatly folded handkerchief across the table, laying it beside the plate in front of Eliza. "My the world sure does change quickly doesn't it?" Taking another bite and setting the burger down on a paper towel, Death gently wiped his hands on a hankerchef in his lap and continued. "One minute your enjoying life in a house like this one with a family to match, the next winds you up in the alley of a house like this one with the most unlikely of allies. How rubbish that must be, don't you think dear?" The small teacup that dried next to the sink had moved in a blink to the table next to Death's hand, filled with an auburn liquid that smelled of honey and earl grey.

Demons within

The suited stranger turned the newspaper's page in a nonchalant manner while the young woman did as he asked. The kitchen grew quiet as each of the demon hosts became aware of the stranger. Of course, the host of secrets was the first to sense him.

Death looked on with a blank stare, gazing over more news of riots. This time the zoot suit riots. The newspaper folded lightly beneath his slender fingers as he pulled it closed and set it on the window seal. Standing from the creaky wooden chair, Death stepped through the suddenly quiet kitchen and over to where the burger fried. "Why thank you dear." He declared finally, breaking the silence, before the patty disappeared from the skillet and reappeared on a bun, sliced in half and sitting on a plate suddenly clasped in Death's right hand. Just as casually as he walked over, Death made his way back to the chair he was sitting in, which was now accompanied by a small circular table and one other chair.

Taking a seat and grabbing half of the lightly steaming burger, Death looked up toward Eliza expectantly. "Well...you are hungry aren't you?" The chair opposite to him scraped across the floor, sliding a few feet out from the table. "Sit." Said Death firmly, taking a bite of his meal.

FNAF Roleplay (Open To New Characters)

Metallic sounds echoed over the camera's suddenly as something began rummaging around in the parts and service. The slowly rotating camera slowly gazed over the crouching form of Foxy, hunched over a pile of rubble with his back to the lens.