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Devils Never Cry: A Devil May Cry RP

@Dead Cruiser
I like the half vampire because I don't think wizards are very cool.

Devils Never Cry: A Devil May Cry RP

I can change that, no problem. Actually, I originally wrote "abjures lesser devils", like a turning effect, but I thought that would actually be harder to enact than an all-purpose slow burn. But intimidation isn't quite that extreme either. I think that should work. I've edited it.

Devils Never Cry: A Devil May Cry RP

Alright, I have the basics down. I'm not sure what religions DMC has, so if there are any problems, I'm willing to workshop it. Refluffing is no problem for me.

Zacharias

Name/Alias: Zacharias McCaul (The Pardoner)

Appearance: A tall, well-built man in black priest garb, unbuttoned at the waist and downward to allow for better freedom of movement. He is easily recognized by his slicked-back blonde hair and perpetual dark stubble that seems to reappear less than an hour after being shaved, as well as the thick scar that runs diagonally across the middle of his face. He always has on a pair of dark sunglasses, making his expressions inscrutable most of the time. You wouldn’t even know that his eyes are green. He is often seen effortlessly carrying around a very large black briefcase, similar to what you would carry a large, high-quality camera in. He is rarely seen without a cigarette in his mouth.

Biography: Zacharias (jokingly called The Pardoner in his line of work) is one of the few devil hunters (or Templars) in the Catholic Church, as there are not many full Humans with the strength to fight against the demonic horde. An ancient artifact called the Eye of Ezekiel prophesized that the world would soon see a demonic uprising as it never had before, so he (along with other kids at that time) was raised in the church from childhood under harsh training to gain the strength he now has. There were only three other kids (Called the Children of New Eden) who were able to rise to the level of strength required to fight, while all others dropped out, some sustaining lifelong injury.

By this point, Zacharias has tested his abilities against many powerful demonic entities, and through his power has come out unscathed. The only lasting injury he has is the scar on his face, which still stings years later. The injury was sustained when another Child of New Eden went rogue and he tried to stop her. Her current whereabouts are unknown, but through her many trials and fights she had grown to hate both demons and Humans alike, so it is likely she’s chosen some third side in this new war.

His favorite pizza topping, by the way, is extra roasted garlic. He puts garlic in everything.

Devil Arms: He possesses a gigantic chainsaw, the latest in Vatican magitechnology, which he calls the Al Azif. Even with his incredible strength, he needs both arms to wield it accurately, though it does have a configuration for one-armed wielding if he ever comes across another worthy weapon and increases his strength.

Firearms: The Al Azif isn’t only a huge freaking chainsaw; it is also a railgun that shoots out the chainsaw blade at incredible force. The blade is attached to the base through a powerful chain, allowing Zacharias to wield it like a gigantic chainsaw whip for medium-range combat.

Skills/Abilities:
Chosen of Eden- whether it’s all the time spent around holy relics, a genuine blessing of God, or sheer belief, Zacharias’ presence itself intimidates lesser demons and lessens the damage of lesser and greater demons to himself and those around him. This allows him to not die immediately against demons like most Humans would. He also heals quickly from demonic injury. This ability, however, does not help him one bit against ill-willed Humans.

Occult Lore- Zacharias has studied demons and God his whole life. Whether a dead language, an obscure bit of information, or just identifying enemy skills and abilities, he knows a lot about the occult.

Devils Never Cry: A Devil May Cry RP

Sounds fun! Count me in. I'll work on a CS soonish.

A Tyrant's Undoing

"Yeah, I don't know about bringing what appears to be a beheaded corpse into town. People might get suspicious," Stephanie replied to Vert, shrugging, "can you not, like, tie your head to your neck with a scarf or something? That's close enough to human that people probably won't get too suspicious. You can borrow one from the back. Or buy it if you want to keep it. Five silv-"

Stephanie winced as she heard a thud followed by a loud groan in the back. He was alive. Well, there went that plan.

Then again, the optimal solution would probably be to just kill everyone and leave their corpses to rot in the wood for the guard to find. Maybe leave signs of a bandit attack. She was, herself, not nearly as important as anyone else here. She was only really wanted by association, so she wouldn't have to worry about any resources spent for her capture.

The optimal solution wasn't, however, always the right one.

She winced once again as the wizard began shouting, probably nearly deaf due to the powerful thunder, otherwise he wouldn't be so loud. She leaped angrily back into the wagon and covered his mouth with her hand.

"Hey, old man," she growled at the mercenary in front, "keep us on course a minute."

She then turned to look back at the wizard. He seemed weirdly calm, and it kind of freaked her out. Maybe he accepted his inevitable departure. She didn't pretend to care for more than a minute.

"Not so loud," she hissed into his ear, "we're in the forest outside the city. Some stuff happened. I won't name names, but there's probably a manhunt out for us. Again. We're heading to th'village to the north to rest, and then to a larger city from there. Luckily, they probably think we're too dumb to bring a whole wagon into the forest, so we should have some time before they catch up."

George, meanwhile, headed straight on, unperturbed by rain or sleet or lizard. Truly a paragon of what all horses some day aspire to be. He trotted quickly and precisely, with no wasted movements, much like a master swordsman.

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Stephanie sighed, removing her vestment and grabbing a travelling cloak from the back. Aside from being really pretty, a vestment conveyed some affiliation with the church. She generally wore it to abjure brigands that had any faith or to get special treatment in town. She wasn't actually clergy, of course, but all you needed were some pretty clothes to make everyone assume you were.

She wouldn't be wearing it for a while, though, due to how noticeable it was. A shame, but perhaps lucky in a sense. If the guards assumed she was with the church, they might misdirect some of their investigations or make false assumptions.

She donned the cloak and drew the hood over her head.

George let out a good-natured whinny in response to Steve's nudging, happy to have made a new friend, but quickly went back to attention when Stephanie grabbed the reigns. She expertly directed the horses further into the woods towards the nearby village, which locals called cleverly "th'village". She wasn't sure it was large enough to have an actual name.

"Well, Vert, I'm not even sure our wizard is still alive. Could you check on him? Because if he is dead, we might be able to move faster. That would be pretty great about now. And hey, if they find his body, they might assume the traitor took us hostage to get out of town and we murdered him when we found an opening. Might leave us alone even. Hmmm..."

Actually, that was sounding pretty good. But he did kind of save them all. Well, she'd just have to wait and see.

A Tyrant's Undoing

"Yes, a disguise," Stephanie replied to the old man, "hmmm... well, you're right enough. For now we should concentrate on keeping a low profile and settling in as we can. From there we can- blood? Oh, not the mahogany!"

Stephanie leaped into the back again and grabbed a cloth, rubbing the stains vigorously.

As Stephanie was cleaning and brainstorming a plan to get them all out of town safely, and one was beginning to come together in the mind of the genius merchant girl with the face that made men swoon and women... also swoon, she did not notice the Dullahan riding directly up to the gate. What she did notice, however, was Vert's voice booming all around. Stephanie bolted upwards, startled, and her face went pale. Not at the horrible visage of the unseelie beckoning men to death, but at just how completely screwed they were.

She was in shock until they reached the clearing, and Vert began talking again.

"P-p-plan!?" she blurted out, shaking both in fear and anger, which actually ended up making Stephanie look more like a nervous puppy than anything threatening, "I was coming up with a plan! One that doesn't involve a manhunt! B-b-but you- and then- with the theatrics and- oh, crap, we are so screwed."

Stephanie rubbed her forehead intensely with her fingers.

"We had an advantage. No one knew what most of us looked like. But with that scene at the gate, they almost assuredly have horses and hounds on the tail of a group whose looks are quite distinctive. A plan. God, we need a plan. O-OK, so, we can't go back there for at least a month. Thus, we must go somewhere else. They probably wouldn't expect us to go into the woods because a cart can't maneuver for crap in here, so the only thing is for us to cut through. We should keep moving. There's a town to the north, so... maybe we can rest there for a day? At most? If we aren't captured or killed?"

A Tyrant's Undoing

@Dodi do 900 Would that we could use your insight into the art of disguise. You outright told us all you were a princess and your secret is still safe. Now that's skill. Too bad you're with the other group for now.

I may be able to come up with something, though.

@Lemons Oh, you make me blush. Sadly, however, I can't take credit for that particular one. It's the nickname of a wizard in a D&D module (that I believe is itself from a book).

Magnanimous beer goddess is all mine, though.

(Fun fact: the song Stephanie sang is a more melancholy, slightly lyrically modified version of the MTA song by The Kingston Trio.)

A Tyrant's Undoing

Stephanie steeled herself as she peered out the back of her cart from the front, crossbow in hand. The way their formation worked out, the only ones likely to get hurt were Vert and the vet, and Stephanie wasn't even sure Vert got hurt. As for the old man, well, he was just as terrifying as the Dullahan in battle.

Before she could really take a shot, however, their wizard buffeted the opposition with powerful spells, and Vert let out a bone-chilling laugh that almost made her drop the crossbow right there. When their combined efforts seemed to amount to nothing, however, and it looked as if they would be captured for certain, the wizard advised them all to plug their ears. She did, and the opponent was almost completely obliterated. The vet savagely murdered the stragglers, mostly mages, and Vert grabbed him and shot out the gate. The old man snatched Stephanie's crossbow, which still hadn't been fired, and took a pot shot.

All of this swirled and mixed together in Stephanie's head, and she couldn't tell if it was all real or a nightmare. She wanted to hide. She hadn't asked for this. She thought she was prepared, but this was on a different level than anything she had experienced before. Was this war? How does someone come back OK from that?

Then they were in a forest. Slowly her cognition returned, and with it the old man saying something about sticking three bodies on a pike as a warning.

"They're looking for the princess, aren't they?" Stephanie asked, rubbing her throbbing forehead, "Well, we aren't her. And anyone who got close enough to us to see our faces in the dark is dead. Nobody is going to bother with us. Although... the wizard did confirm his identity to that Wledic guy. He stood too far off to see the rest of us, but by now everyone must know that old Thunderspells is working against the kingdom. As long as we hide him well, we should be able to leave safely. The problem is having our cart inspected. It's probably going to be thorough now. Maybe disguises?"

Stephanie sighed and lay back in her seat, imagining that it was yet another carefree day of trade where her life wasn't in constant danger.

A Tyrant's Undoing

@Lemons I wanted to work to subvert the kingdom financially via business antics and weaken it as a power. I think our tactics could go hand-in-hand, and I think Sergei would love some guerilla warfare.

EDIT: And I agree, Lemons, I would love to simply move on. Shall we?