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Sorry it took so long to get that up, finally Im back in the game (well, just in the game lol)
Elijah Stoker had not had a good night. The constant racket above his head as he had laid in bed kept him up most of the night. This was the third time in a week and he was getting tired of it. He had half a mind to go up there and make them shut down whatever get together they were having so he could get some rest. He thought about going to crash on a friends couch, but he didn't, hoping beyond hope that they would stop before the sun came up. His hope was crushed when sunlight filtered in he next morning and he could still hear the overwhelming beat rattle things. His pillow wrapped around his head in a futile effort to shut it out.
With a tired sigh he rose out of bed, rubbing the tired from his eye hoping to stay awake a little longer. His whole body ached with tiredness the last few days, walking and running around New York City looking for a new job after he had lost his at the hospital. It hadn't even made sense to cut some of the job that they had. Everyone had more or less choked up to cutting corners to have more money. He had done good work there, sure he wasn't a doctor, he was just a janitor, but he did work at it. He'd gone to school for something else but janitor had been the job he could get. Initially nothing he was proud of he did good work and so was proud of that.
The new member to the unemployed masses was lazy and slow getting out of bed, it was a side effect of no sleep, he would likely crash soon regardless. Maybe if he could get to Mitch's place he could get some sleep. However, Elijah's mother's apartment was closer and she'd make him a nice hot meal for free too. That sort of decided it, he was gonna go home for breakfast and a nap. So dressing quickly in a t-shirt jeans and a jacket, Stoker pulled open his door, locking it behind with the key and continued on down out of the brownstone.
Making it across town by subway he gets there before noon, the crowds are as thick as he's ever seen them, pushing past a few folks is necessary before he can come up to the surface and get fresher air. Because this is NYC, and real fresh air doesn't live here.
It's another long walk but Elijah finds himself in his old building, his old floor, in front of his old door. The one he'd go through day after day going and coming from school and so many other things. When he had started dating Kelsey he was living here. He doesn't bother with a knock, his mother never locks this door as little sense as it makes. She's never had a problem with someone coming in unwanted though. It's weird to anyone who knows it, there's no clear explanation.
Inside walls were white, mostly, she painted the walls every few years to make sure they stayed that way. A few knickknacks and trinkets line the walls an shelves, a small library occupies the shelf on the left wall. It looks homey, pleasant. Contrasting with what his own domicile looked like now, a messy, poorly lit living space barely lived in while he went looking for a job. Strolling through the front door Eli looked around for his mom, the lights were on, so she must be home.
Wandering through the small apartment he made his way to where her bedroom door was, cracked this time, usually closed if she were asleep, or open if his mother was awake, it sends up an alarm in his brain because he could only think that that someone had broken in and..something that happened. So he doesn't even think twice about pushing open the door, Elijah was silent until he walked into the room and he could see why the door was in an odd state. "Mom?"
"God!" He felt like he was gonna be sick, that was his mother! And she was. Ugh. He was definitely going to be sick. He should have just gone into his old room and crashed. This would have rather this be something he'd never know about and that he would have preferred.
His mother, Lucia, however, while she didn't throw up, all the blood ran into her legs and her face went pale. She wasn't expecting her son, she wasn't expecting anyone and so had given no thought to locking and closing doors. Getting out of bed, putting something on quickly she chased after her boy.
"Elijah? Hun?" But too little too late, Elijah had already left the apartment, trying to erase what he just saw from his brain. Ugh, he had never wanted to see his mother with someone, who does really? He'd have to try another place to sleep. Kelsey and Mitch were decent to good options. Mitch was closer, but he was at work a the hospital.
Yup! I don't think CAH is ever not accepting
I said I'd get it up in a couple days..I didn't mean to lie, we got busy with varying forms of BS around here. I'm working on it right now. I swear.
Good to be back, Nitemare, I'll get a post up in the next couple days to get Eli kicked off, busy around here today though
Okay boys and girls! Hope everything's in order here!
Create a Hero RPG Application
Character you have created: Elijah Stoker
Alias: Inferno
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): Green, bolded as Inferno
Character Alignment: Walking the Line
Identity: Secret, though those in the demonic and angelic communities know it
Character Personality (Give information on how your character acts, what he/she believes in, how they handle situations):
Elijah in straightforward, when he goes to do something he does it, beat down a gang of thugs, rip through any obstacles to save people or preserve safety in what he sees as his city. And he doesn't pull his punches too often. He stays calm more often then not, but when he does lose his cool, becomes aggravated, it causes him to act and think more rashly. His (lapsed)catholic upbringing had instilled the base values of right and wrong. He tries to keep to himself as to limit targets for his enemies, he knows there are entities among the infernal ranks who would use people against him for their own ends. Not to say that he doesn't talk to people, but he tries to prevent as many casualties as he can.
Uniform/costume:
Origin Info/Details:
Elijah Stoker was born different, he is not wholey human. He is what is called a cambion, half human and half demon. In fact he is the son of Satan, The Devil, The Accuser and the Prince of Lies. Created through dark magic millenia ago by Lucifer the Fallen Angel of God to walk on Earth because he could not. Trapped in Hell, waist deep in a lake of frozen blood. And so Satan is free of these restraints, while he is part of Lucifer he is another entity and can walk the streets of this world.
Looking to do for Hell, the Damned and Himself what the Christ Figure did for Heaven, the Blessed and Yaweah, Satan set about seeking the right woman to bear his seed, the Anti-Christ. He was not alone, smaller, less powerful demons where, over time, able to leave the confines of hell, spreading the evils of the world that men do now. This was what lead him through the eosn to Lucia Stoker. Sitting alone in a bar, a good, though lapsed, Christian woman. Using but his charm, good looks and less overt methods he seduced her and impregnated her with the Anti-Christ. Nine months later Elijah Stoker was brought into the world a healthy bay boy. She never know who it really was that she had spent that night with, but she continued on into life raising the little boy, who despite his demonic heritage was unremarkable, he was normal for a human boy. He went to school, he had friends. One might say this was either due to the love of God repressing the hell spawn in him or the darkness just waiting to reach the surface at the right time.
Soon though, all of that will change, with the recent upswing in "weird" things, Elijah's dark heritage might just come to claim him. Dark things are brewing, clouds are growing dark on the horizon.
Hero Type (Select one):
Supernatural
Power Level (Select one below):
B. City Level (Ex. Spider-Man, Cyclops)
Powers (Be Specific):
--Pyrokinesis
--Winged flight [Fold up or disapear when not used]
--Night vision
--Resistance to heat/fire
--Super strength
--Limited maleability, able to shift the shape of his armor
--Evolution: Elijah's powers, armor and demonic form evolve and become stronger as he becomes more experienced with them, somewhat like a catepillar turning into a moth.
Attributes (Select one at each category):
Human/Demonic Form
Strength Level: Normal Human/70 tons
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 70 MPH.
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 2 hours
Agility: 10X Human level.
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Untrained[will receive training]
Resources: Average
Weaknesses:
--His family and his friends, to go after them he will exhibit rash behavior in effort to save them.
--Removing his hood in demon form, while impossible for anyone without super strength, will drive Elijah into a beserker state and eventual unconsciousnessbefore reverting to his human form.
Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?):
-Mitchell Darwin: Elijah's best friend and former co worker, he checks in on him just about every day to be sure Eli is still afloat
-Lucia Stoker: Elijah's mother, a saintly woman with no idea who her son's father really is
-The Grim Reaper/Mr Valdis: The Grim Reaper, and Elijah's self appointed mentor, he ha a ew secrets that may or may not come up as things around he and Elijah rise up
-Kelsey Triggs: Elijah's ex girlfriend and an officer in the NYPD, also Mitch's cousin
Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Yes
Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue. As this is an Advanced Level game, Sample must also meet the RPG forum's minimum requirement of 12 lines):(From a previous version of the game)
I sneak into Jen's apartment through an open window. She near top floor and has a gun. She doesn't really worry about people coming in through it. She's even pulled the gun on me a few times. Before she got used to the idea of finding me in her living room. Still a good idea to knock though. I do just that as I come through the window, three times. We've managed to work that out these past few months. But only recently.
I make my way through the front room, just looking around. It may be a bit nosy, but it isn't like I'm going through papers in her desk. My eyes just scan everything that she does have out and therefore, to me, is fair game. I hear the sound of her wet feet make contact with the tile floor as she steps out of the shower after shutting off the water, sliding the door shut behind her, I take a few steps from her desk, waiting patiently for her to enter into the room.
It takes her a moment to walk out, doing her hair up in a towel and drying off before dressing herself was something that took time. I wait because I can be patient. I don't give her much warning before I speak.
"Jennifer." I say it calmly, no rush, no inflection beyond a greeting. It spooks her regardless. I was standing out of her line of sight, so its not like I didn't see it coming.
"Jesus!" She hisses out before turning around.
She's dressed in a blue t shirt with NYPD in big, yellow, block lettering , an intersecting NY below that. There's a shield over the left breast. And then she's just wearing a pair of light grey sweat pants, they're baggy and billow around her legs when she walks.
"What does New York's Finest have?" Around her, when we talk, I try to be different than myself. To further separate my personas and make a it harder to think Elijah Stokes and the dangerous nighttime menace called Inferno were the same. "Anything we can use?" I move so that we circle each other. Not antagonistic, but in this space it is the easiest way to move around and keep from being in the other's way or knocking something over.
She gets into the papers and folders I'd just been skimming over before tossing them onto the coffee table for me to read. I reach out with a claw and begin to less skim more read through them, sadly I cant take these with me and worse I don't have a photographic memory, thinking about it now maybe I should find a way to carry a small camera with me. Maybe later. What I get from these new reports is that there's definitely some old black magic stuff going on. Murder, vandalism, some robberies, most these crimes are fitting into patterns reminiscent of rituals and spells from books dating to at least the 15th century. I actually have picked up a few books from Alexsei's shop. Just for reference. I finished with the notes and hand them back to Jennifer. She's probably been talking but realized half way through that I wasn't paying attention and stopped. Looking at me somewhat contemptuously.
"Apologies, officer." A genuine tone in my voice. She could be sharing something important and I'd miss it. Not to mention ignoring someone who you have a symbiotic relationship of some kind with is not a good idea. "Go on."
"As I was saying," Yup, she's annoyed. I seemed to do that easily with her. "This is some pretty heavy stuff," She waves around her own, apparently newer copy of a book I have back at my place. Mine is old and cracked leather, pages that might be older than the actual binding. Her's cant be more than ten years old. "Lots of it looked like chicken scratch you see in movies." True, it was almost scary how accurate Hollywood was with this stuff sometimes. It was no wonder some movies get cursed. "I picked that off the internet and flipped through it." I feel she's leading up to the same thing I'd noticed going through the papers she'd handed me not 5 minutes ago. "Some..old witchcraft stuff." Oddly comfortable around a 6'3'' vigilante who is clearly more than just human. I chalk it up to how regularly we've been seeing each other like this. Most seem a little more uneasy around me.
"I'll look into it. Check my sources." Which were much more vast in this region of expertise than her's likely were. "You should be careful." Don't know how many times I've told her this. Its important when dealing with these things to be careful, dangerous stuff magic. Has gotten a lot of people killed and worse.
"Cop in New York City, I would have never thought to be careful." She's being sarcastic. And so I get her point.
"You really want to be careful with this stuff. It's...sacrificial, ritualistic..dark magic. Like you said this is heavy."
About a half hour later I'm running rooftops to one of the scenes of the robbery. It wasn't obvious to someone who isn't looking for it, but there was black magic in use there. That might be a good lead. This girl might be my first lead up to these murders.
Create a Hero RPG Application
Character you have created: Elijah Stoker
Alias: Inferno
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): Green, bolded as Inferno
Character Alignment: Walking the Line
Identity: Secret, though those in the demonic and angelic communities know it
Character Personality (Give information on how your character acts, what he/she believes in, how they handle situations):
Elijah in straightforward, when he goes to do something he does it, beat down a gang of thugs, rip through any obstacles to save people or preserve safety in what he sees as his city. And he doesn't pull his punches too often. He stays calm more often then not, but when he does lose his cool, becomes aggravated, it causes him to act and think more rashly. His (lapsed)catholic upbringing had instilled the base values of right and wrong. He tries to keep to himself as to limit targets for his enemies, he knows there are entities among the infernal ranks who would use people against him for their own ends. Not to say that he doesn't talk to people, but he tries to prevent as many casualties as he can.
Uniform/costume:
Origin Info/Details:
Elijah Stoker was born different, he is not wholey human. He is what is called a cambion, half human and half demon. In fact he is the son of Satan, The Devil, The Accuser and the Prince of Lies. Created through dark magic millenia ago by Lucifer the Fallen Angel of God to walk on Earth because he could not. Trapped in Hell, waist deep in a lake of frozen blood. And so Satan is free of these restraints, while he is part of Lucifer he is another entity and can walk the streets of this world.
Looking to do for Hell, the Damned and Himself what the Christ Figure did for Heaven, the Blessed and Yaweah, Satan set about seeking the right woman to bear his seed, the Anti-Christ. He was not alone, smaller, less powerful demons where, over time, able to leave the confines of hell, spreading the evils of the world that men do now. This was what lead him through the eosn to Lucia Stoker. Sitting alone in a bar, a good, though lapsed, Christian woman. Using but his charm, good looks and less overt methods he seduced her and impregnated her with the Anti-Christ. Nine months later Elijah Stoker was brought into the world a healthy bay boy. She never know who it really was that she had spent that night with, but she continued on into life raising the little boy, who despite his demonic heritage was unremarkable, he was normal for a human boy. He went to school, he had friends. One might say this was either due to the love of God repressing the hell spawn in him or the darkness just waiting to reach the surface at the right time.
Soon though, all of that will change, with the recent upswing in "weird" things, Elijah's dark heritage might just come to claim him. Dark things are brewing, clouds are growing dark on the horizon.
Hero Type (Select one):
Supernatural
Power Level (Select one below):
B. City Level (Ex. Spider-Man, Cyclops)
Powers (Be Specific):
--Pyrokinesis
--Winged flight [Fold up or disapear when not used]
--Night vision
--Resistance to heat/fire
--Super strength
--Limited maleability, able to shift the shape of his armor
--Evolution: Elijah's powers, armor and demonic form evolve and become stronger as he becomes more experienced with them, somewhat like a catepillar turning into a moth.
Attributes (Select one at each category):
Human/Demonic Form
Strength Level: Normal Human/70 tons
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 70 MPH.
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 2 hours
Agility: 10X Human level.
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Untrained[will receive training]
Resources: Average
Weaknesses:
--His family and his friends, to go after them he will exhibit rash behavior in effort to save them.
--Removing his hood in demon form, while impossible for anyone without super strength, will drive Elijah into a beserker state and eventual unconsciousnessbefore reverting to his human form.
Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?):
-Mitchell Darwin: Elijah's best friend and former co worker, he checks in on him just about every day to be sure Eli is still afloat
-Lucia Stoker: Elijah's mother, a saintly woman with no idea who her son's father really is
-The Grim Reaper/Mr Valdis: The Grim Reaper, and Elijah's self appointed mentor, he ha a ew secrets that may or may not come up as things around he and Elijah rise up
-Kelsey Triggs: Elijah's ex girlfriend and an officer in the NYPD, also Mitch's cousin
Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Yes
Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue. As this is an Advanced Level game, Sample must also meet the RPG forum's minimum requirement of 12 lines):(From a previous version of the game)
I sneak into Jen's apartment through an open window. She near top floor and has a gun. She doesn't really worry about people coming in through it. She's even pulled the gun on me a few times. Before she got used to the idea of finding me in her living room. Still a good idea to knock though. I do just that as I come through the window, three times. We've managed to work that out these past few months. But only recently.
I make my way through the front room, just looking around. It may be a bit nosy, but it isn't like I'm going through papers in her desk. My eyes just scan everything that she does have out and therefore, to me, is fair game. I hear the sound of her wet feet make contact with the tile floor as she steps out of the shower after shutting off the water, sliding the door shut behind her, I take a few steps from her desk, waiting patiently for her to enter into the room.
It takes her a moment to walk out, doing her hair up in a towel and drying off before dressing herself was something that took time. I wait because I can be patient. I don't give her much warning before I speak.
"Jennifer." I say it calmly, no rush, no inflection beyond a greeting. It spooks her regardless. I was standing out of her line of sight, so its not like I didn't see it coming.
"Jesus!" She hisses out before turning around.
She's dressed in a blue t shirt with NYPD in big, yellow, block lettering , an intersecting NY below that. There's a shield over the left breast. And then she's just wearing a pair of light grey sweat pants, they're baggy and billow around her legs when she walks.
"What does New York's Finest have?" Around her, when we talk, I try to be different than myself. To further separate my personas and make a it harder to think Elijah Stokes and the dangerous nighttime menace called Inferno were the same. "Anything we can use?" I move so that we circle each other. Not antagonistic, but in this space it is the easiest way to move around and keep from being in the other's way or knocking something over.
She gets into the papers and folders I'd just been skimming over before tossing them onto the coffee table for me to read. I reach out with a claw and begin to less skim more read through them, sadly I cant take these with me and worse I don't have a photographic memory, thinking about it now maybe I should find a way to carry a small camera with me. Maybe later. What I get from these new reports is that there's definitely some old black magic stuff going on. Murder, vandalism, some robberies, most these crimes are fitting into patterns reminiscent of rituals and spells from books dating to at least the 15th century. I actually have picked up a few books from Alexsei's shop. Just for reference. I finished with the notes and hand them back to Jennifer. She's probably been talking but realized half way through that I wasn't paying attention and stopped. Looking at me somewhat contemptuously.
"Apologies, officer." A genuine tone in my voice. She could be sharing something important and I'd miss it. Not to mention ignoring someone who you have a symbiotic relationship of some kind with is not a good idea. "Go on."
"As I was saying," Yup, she's annoyed. I seemed to do that easily with her. "This is some pretty heavy stuff," She waves around her own, apparently newer copy of a book I have back at my place. Mine is old and cracked leather, pages that might be older than the actual binding. Her's cant be more than ten years old. "Lots of it looked like chicken scratch you see in movies." True, it was almost scary how accurate Hollywood was with this stuff sometimes. It was no wonder some movies get cursed. "I picked that off the internet and flipped through it." I feel she's leading up to the same thing I'd noticed going through the papers she'd handed me not 5 minutes ago. "Some..old witchcraft stuff." Oddly comfortable around a 6'3'' vigilante who is clearly more than just human. I chalk it up to how regularly we've been seeing each other like this. Most seem a little more uneasy around me.
"I'll look into it. Check my sources." Which were much more vast in this region of expertise than her's likely were. "You should be careful." Don't know how many times I've told her this. Its important when dealing with these things to be careful, dangerous stuff magic. Has gotten a lot of people killed and worse.
"Cop in New York City, I would have never thought to be careful." She's being sarcastic. And so I get her point.
"You really want to be careful with this stuff. It's...sacrificial, ritualistic..dark magic. Like you said this is heavy."
About a half hour later I'm running rooftops to one of the scenes of the robbery. It wasn't obvious to someone who isn't looking for it, but there was black magic in use there. That might be a good lead. This girl might be my first lead up to these murders.
Okay, thanks guys for all that, I'll spend today working on revamping my old app for here try and get it up tonight or tommorrow
Hey would it be too much to ask if there's anyone who's character has dealings with things demonic/from hell/Jude-christian mythology shoot me a PM? My character' heavy on that, just want to keep inconsistencies to a minimum before posting my CS
Hi there, so I'm Sabe how you doin? I'm here to play a game or two, I've got other games elsewhere I play so I might not be jumping into a whole lot of them here. I like comics, sci fi, fantasy, long walks on the beach and chocolate chip cookies. But hey how you doin? :D
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