OldManWong

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

Quick question though. Since I am sticking with Praeth being a demigod and all, should I wait for some groundwork to be set down before I hop in? Also he was Astarte's demigod, should he stay that way and would @Frettzo be okay with that?

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

This is going at a breakneck pace to which I cannot currently keep up with in my current circumstance.
Luckily, my interest remains strong as well as my determination, so I will be trying to read up and formulate a post on my ride to Detroit to interview for future surgery once again.

My pace will still be slow since I'm on my phone though.

Mark of the Demons - A World Turned to Hell

Sorry for the delay, I've been quite busy as of late, I will post asap

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

I missed quite a great deal it would seem. Sorry, I had a fellowship competition followed by a winterfest dance followed by a surgeon interview that will go into tomorrow. I'll try and jump in asap, but I may be slightly delayed still.

Mark of the Demons - A World Turned to Hell

Panicked breaths permeated quickly through the large room as Beringer's brow wrinkled harshly. After a few moments, he opened his eyes, his bleary vision dashing about the room before calming down. "This again?" Waking up suddenly from a dream, Beringer could only grasp his bearing at a slow rate, looking down to the arm cast across his chest under the thin sheets of the sizable bed. With eventual understanding and recollection, he realized he had participated in a banquet and landed himself in the bed of the lord's daughter. Looking over, Beringer confirmed her appearance, brushing stray strands of hair out of the way of her face. With a satisfactory nod, he nimbly slipped out from under her grasp and quickly dressed himself, his lame leg offering very little resistance to his practiced movements. Placing the mask from the bedside table onto his face, Beringer walked to the balcony, looking over the side of the railing. It was on the second level of the manor, hanging over the well kept garden.

Without a single second thought, Beringer jumped down from the balcony, landing heavily on the mulched ground before walking out of the manor from the garden. His first destination was a bar to which he could relax and enjoy a morning drink. The crystallization of his leg had yet to seize his leg, thus it showed very little in his stride beyond a slight rotation of the hip to compensate for the increased weight. His features showed his content for the morning weather, however, they were hidden behind his opaque mask. Beringer was fairly well off in his current state, he had recently taken on a few chore jobs as well as having completed a Type 2 demon subjugation, he had plenty for living expenses, including a few drinks.
"Vi'Zur Tavern, huh?"
Beringer entered with a light push of the door. His masked gaze took in his surroundings, without much thought, he glanced over the entire tavern before taking a seat at one of the far tables, ordering some ale and leaning back in his chair. However, even as the ale had arrived, Beringer never removed his mask, only raising the lower brim to his mouth so that he had just enough room to drink. After a short while, a small commotion occurred between a girl and a group of Stormbringers, followed by the intervention of authoritative redhead. Beringer judged both girls to be of very good appearance, and considered placing himself among them despite the trouble, but he decided to simply wait and see, standing with his nearly empty glass and downing the rest. He lowered his mask back down to wrap about his chin, his hand resting on the pommel of his blade as he sauntered forward at a slow rate, approaching the group of commotion without any circumstance or purpose.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

<Snipped quote by OldManWong>

THEN WHY ARE YOU NAMED OLD MAN NAMED WONG?
YOU MEAN PEOPLE ON THE INTERNET AREN'T ALWAYS HONEST
WHY??


But honestly, I don't think we ever got to RP together- you joining at the end of the RP and me only being at the beginning- so I look forward to destroying your god in a flood. Such as it should be.

@Hael

I look forward to it.

Mark of the Demons - A World Turned to Hell

Beringer Cain

Name: Beringer Cain
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Mark of the demon: Flesh crystallization, beginning with his right heel. Since the destruction of Veiron, the crystallization has spread in a spider-web like fashion to the base of his knee in an obsidian-like surface, coming close to crippling the joint movement in his right leg.
Profession: Pit Fighter
Appearance:

Beringer stands at a full 6 foot, weighing around 160 pounds. His build isn’t especially strong in appearance, but rather brings about the sense of being entirely average. His lean figure gives off the impression that his state is the result of years of fighting for survival rather than through training. He is almost always shrouded in his equipment, failing to take off his mask even indoors.

Personality:
Beringer is a free spirit to which he does exactly what he wants and whatever he feels in the moment. His actions garner very little thought and the spontaneity of his choices are generally instantaneous. He is extremely perceptive as well as experienced in the workings of the world for his age, jaded end to end. However, he is anything but logical and operates for his own amusement. He lives day by day without any forethought, and although he can generally garner a steady flow of income using pit fighting arenas from town to town, he only participates when he is truly short on money. Generally, he can be considered lazy and irresponsible.

Bio:
Beringer grew up with a pack of wolves, is what he would like to say. His origins are entirely simple. He was born into a peasant family under a feudal lord. His lord, much less his family, were not anything to note. Rather, it would be hard to find anyone more lowly than such a group of farmers. Growing up, Beringer showed a surprising talent for the blade, be it farm tools or longswords, he had a great aptitude to naturally fight. At a young age, he was inducted as a page to one of the feudal knights in the small territory. He trained diligently, escaping amidst the shroud of night to practice further. It was not uncommon for his body to occasionally grow frail from over-training only to heal even stronger. At 13, he graduated to a equire as the youngest in the fiefdom, skyrocketing his pride. He gained the favor of his lord, flourishing his talent at an increasing rate and was among his lord’s personal guards. In a grand meeting between Lords of the northern lands, Beringer accompanied his lord and his escort. There, he became involved in a series of underhanded plays. By the outcome, he had defended the life of a noble daughter he had become somewhat infatuated with. The noble daughter of Veiron would not keep Beringer in her eyes, but the father bought Beringer from the feudal lord, seeing Beringer’s talent. As a sorts of low tier guard in the noble household, he remained for 2 years, at the time he turned 17, the disaster that wracked Veiron occurred. Beringer fled with the noble daughter and her family, but the object of his desire died from burns, her mind disappearing into the void of shock. The rest of her family slowly died off from numerous matters of circumstance and lack of preparation, each death driving Beringer to put forth more effort in his protection and training. He went on tirelessly, until his last companion, the noble father, passed away from a severe cough. Beringer traveled a great deal of the world from then, training every step of the way as if he were a machine. He adapted to his increasingly lamed leg, taking part in fights as a method of earning money. By the time he had risen his head from his toiling training, he had realized the fleeting feelings of hatred and regret left by the loss of the noble family had faded. With no purpose, Beringer simply wanders the world aimlessly, somewhat hopelessly as he indulges mainly in material and carnal desires. His gathered experiences of the world from endless travel has given him a great deal of knowledge, but also left him jaded and tired despite his young age.

Equipment:

Generally, Beringer carries a longsword at a length of 4 feet, although he is capable of arming himself with many different armaments, the slightly curved blade is his most familiar weapon beyond his fists. He doesn’t usually bring provisions unless his situation calls for it and for the most part, he only has the leather armor he travels in and a mask that is almost always covering his features.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay (Rebooted)

I can roll with whatever. Being a highschooler, I have a lot of school left.

Mark of the Demons - A World Turned to Hell

Beringer Cain

Name: Beringer Cain

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Mark of the demon: Flesh crystallization, beginning with his right heel. Since the destruction of Veiron, the crystallization has spread in a spider-web like fashion to the base of his knee in an obsidian-like surface, coming close to crippling the joint movement in his right leg.

Profession: Pit Fighter

Appearance:
Beringer stands at a full 6 foot, weighing around 160 pounds. His build isn’t especially strong in appearance, but rather brings about the sense of being entirely average. His lean figure gives off the impression that his state is the result of years of fighting for survival rather than through training. He is almost always shrouded in his equipment, failing to take off his mask even indoors.

Personality: Beringer is a free spirit to which he does exactly what he wants and whatever he feels in the moment. His actions garner very little thought and the spontaneity of his choices are generally instantaneous. He is extremely perceptive as well as experienced in the workings of the world for his age, jaded end to end. However, he is anything but logical and operates for his own amusement. He lives day by day without any forethought, and although he can generally garner a steady flow of income using pit fighting arenas from town to town, he only participates when he is truly short on money. Generally, he can be considered lazy and irresponsible.

Bio:
Beringer grew up with a pack of wolves, is what he would like to say. His origins are entirely simple. He was born into a peasant family under a feudal lord. His lord, much less his family, were not anything to note. Rather, it would be hard to find anyone more lowly than such a group of farmers. Growing up, Beringer showed a surprising talent for the blade, be it farm tools or longswords, he had a great aptitude to naturally fight. At a young age, he was inducted as a page to one of the feudal knights in the small territory. He trained diligently, escaping amidst the shroud of night to practice further. It was not uncommon for his body to occasionally grow frail from over-training only to heal even stronger. At 13, he graduated to a equire as the youngest in the fiefdom, skyrocketing his pride.

He gained the favor of his lord, flourishing his talent at an increasing rate and was among his lord’s personal guards. In a grand meeting between Lords of the northern lands, Beringer accompanied his lord and his escort. There, he became involved in a series of underhanded plays. By the outcome, he had defended the life of a noble daughter he had become somewhat infatuated with. The noble daughter of Veiron would not keep Beringer in her eyes, but the father bought Beringer from the feudal lord, seeing Beringer’s talent. As a sorts of low tier guard in the noble household, he remained for 2 years, at the time he turned 17, the disaster that wracked Veiron occurred. Beringer fled with the noble daughter and her family, but the object of his desire died from burns, her mind disappearing into the void of shock. The rest of her family slowly died off from numerous matters of circumstance and lack of preparation, each death driving Beringer to put forth more effort in his protection and training. He went on tirelessly, until his last companion, the noble father, passed away from a severe cough. Beringer traveled a great deal of the world from then, training every step of the way as if he were a machine. He adapted to his increasingly lamed leg, taking part in fights as a method of earning money. By the time he had risen his head from his toiling training, he had realized the fleeting feelings of hatred and regret left by the loss of the noble family had faded. With no purpose, Beringer simply wanders the world aimlessly, somewhat hopelessly as he indulges mainly in material and carnal desires. His gathered experiences of the world from endless travel has given him a great deal of knowledge, but also left him jaded and tired despite his young age.

Equipment:

Generally, Beringer carries a longsword at a length of 4 feet, although he is capable of arming himself with many different armaments, the slightly curved blade is his most familiar weapon beyond his fists.
He doesn’t usually bring provisions unless his situation calls for it and for the most part, he only has the leather armor he travels in and a mask that is almost always covering his features.

Mark of the Demons - A World Turned to Hell

Progress has been made but I still have to do personality and bio.