all my characters have posted... :) and are awaiting responses....
Varshanka Member
The Lost Soul, The Lonely God, The Weeping Angel
STATUS: Somewhere between Heaven and Hell 4 mos ago
- Last Seen: 8 days ago
- Joined: 4 mos ago
- Posts: 245 (2.27 / day)
- VMs: 0
-
Username history
- Varshanka 4 mos ago
-
Latest 10 profile visitors:
-
Most recent →
Half Pint,
Snowdrops,
mattmanganon,
shylarah,
Mae,
Fetzen,
PrinceAlexus,
McNephelim,
Sky Blue,
Mole
Status
Recent Statuses
4 mos ago
Current
Somewhere between Heaven and Hell
Bio
So if you've made it this far you have an interest in me and my writing
I'm human.
I prefer cats and dogs over humans. They just don't start drama. Well cats do, but that's just being a cat.
I will never give my Real Name, my Gender and opinions on that will not be revealed.
I've never cared what anyone I write with is. As long as you write in English and well it doesn't matter.
Although there are times when I wish an Alien/Angel/Demon/mutant/Werewolf/Vampire would come to my house and say "We need to talk"
I'm human.
I prefer cats and dogs over humans. They just don't start drama. Well cats do, but that's just being a cat.
I will never give my Real Name, my Gender and opinions on that will not be revealed.
I've never cared what anyone I write with is. As long as you write in English and well it doesn't matter.
Although there are times when I wish an Alien/Angel/Demon/mutant/Werewolf/Vampire would come to my house and say "We need to talk"
Most Recent Posts
Jasper “Kalan” Raven
Sniffing the air, Kalen giggled to himself as he lightly skipped along the sidewalk following the call. Oh someone needed a bandaid. Bandaid… Bandaid… He was virtually singing the word. And if someone was calling for help it was bad, so very very bad. That meant some poor innocent human was severely hurt… maybe even….
Bleeding.
Skipping up the stairs of the building he stopped outside the door and sniffed. “Hmmm.. Yummy..” He sighed inhaling deeply at the thick cloying copper scent in the air. There was so much blood.
Hades pit he was aroused. He wanted to fuck one of those gaping wounds, maybe even add a few of his own. “Knock knock,” he called, his eyes wide and wild with madness. “What do devils serve to drink at Halloween parties?“ Chuckling to himself he started knocking on the door. “Demonade”
Rapping his knuckles on the door - Knock Knock Knock - he called out. “Penny!”
Rapping his knuckles on the door - Knock Knock Knock - he called out. “Penny!”
Rapping his knuckles on the door - Knock Knock Knock - he called out. “Penny!”
“Do you know why demons write great contracts?” He called through the door. “Because the Devil’s in the Details!!!” HAHAHAHAHA he started laughing. Oh damn he could smell that sweet blood. They’d got fucked up bad. Car accident? Demon Daredevil? A demon fight?
Sniffing the air, Kalen giggled to himself as he lightly skipped along the sidewalk following the call. Oh someone needed a bandaid. Bandaid… Bandaid… He was virtually singing the word. And if someone was calling for help it was bad, so very very bad. That meant some poor innocent human was severely hurt… maybe even….
Bleeding.
Skipping up the stairs of the building he stopped outside the door and sniffed. “Hmmm.. Yummy..” He sighed inhaling deeply at the thick cloying copper scent in the air. There was so much blood.
Hades pit he was aroused. He wanted to fuck one of those gaping wounds, maybe even add a few of his own. “Knock knock,” he called, his eyes wide and wild with madness. “What do devils serve to drink at Halloween parties?“ Chuckling to himself he started knocking on the door. “Demonade”
Rapping his knuckles on the door - Knock Knock Knock - he called out. “Penny!”
Rapping his knuckles on the door - Knock Knock Knock - he called out. “Penny!”
Rapping his knuckles on the door - Knock Knock Knock - he called out. “Penny!”
“Do you know why demons write great contracts?” He called through the door. “Because the Devil’s in the Details!!!” HAHAHAHAHA he started laughing. Oh damn he could smell that sweet blood. They’d got fucked up bad. Car accident? Demon Daredevil? A demon fight?
.
@Varshanka I don't mind at all. Go ahead
awesome that way they can stay in the game.. though they may be a little "Squirrelly" from now on.
I kill myself... lol
@BunniesOfDoom I am sorry to say this, but I think I will leave this roleplay. It is not exactly what I was thinking when I showed my interest on the interest check. This is not a complaint about anything, just a matter of it not being a good fit with what I enjoy writing about.
Hey squirrel if you don't mind, i'll take over the demon character you created.
Michael de Shade - Knight of the Veil
With the demon gone in the most cowardly way possible, teleportation, Michael shoved the blade into the locking plate and heaved with more strength than a normal human would muster. Granted there were a few hundred Humans stronger than him, but they were all weight lifters. All strength and no power.
Metal screamed high pitched and in agony as the blade slid downwards, the edge shearing through hardened steel until it popped free and the door swung loose. Stepping inside he shoved the door out of his way and slid the sword back beyond the Veil. A quick glamour returned the appearance of his Bulwark Shield into a Riot Shield.
Drawing his gun, and it’s holy rounds he moved through the backroom and then into the kitchen, checking the walk in cooler and freezer before moving onward. Shutting off the stove, he saw no reason for the sauce to burn.
Freezing he listened for a moment to the conversation before he moved closer. “Everyone in the office, slowly come out with your hands up. One at a Time. I’m a cop, I have my weapon drawn, and a riot shield. I know how to use them and If I think I see a gun or fast movement, I’ll blow a hole through you and the wall behind you.”
Thank The heavens he hadn’t slipped into Middle English again. He’d almost called himself a Reeve of the Shire. He needed to avoid the Latin, it fucked with his diction.
With the demon gone in the most cowardly way possible, teleportation, Michael shoved the blade into the locking plate and heaved with more strength than a normal human would muster. Granted there were a few hundred Humans stronger than him, but they were all weight lifters. All strength and no power.
Metal screamed high pitched and in agony as the blade slid downwards, the edge shearing through hardened steel until it popped free and the door swung loose. Stepping inside he shoved the door out of his way and slid the sword back beyond the Veil. A quick glamour returned the appearance of his Bulwark Shield into a Riot Shield.
Drawing his gun, and it’s holy rounds he moved through the backroom and then into the kitchen, checking the walk in cooler and freezer before moving onward. Shutting off the stove, he saw no reason for the sauce to burn.
Freezing he listened for a moment to the conversation before he moved closer. “Everyone in the office, slowly come out with your hands up. One at a Time. I’m a cop, I have my weapon drawn, and a riot shield. I know how to use them and If I think I see a gun or fast movement, I’ll blow a hole through you and the wall behind you.”
Thank The heavens he hadn’t slipped into Middle English again. He’d almost called himself a Reeve of the Shire. He needed to avoid the Latin, it fucked with his diction.
Jasmine hurry up and make your phone call already lol
Bored. Wanna write but don't want to hog the story with back posts................
Michael de Shade - Knight of the Veil
1291, May 17
Acre, The Holy Land.
The place smelled of piss, shit, and sweat. At least once you got passed the smell of the dead. The heat made a dead man putrefy before nightfall, by morning his gut would split and the stench would get worse.
This wasn’t his first time here, probably wouldn’t be his last either. They’d been fighting for a fortnight, but today the enemy was resting. They didn’t work on this day, so the knights were using it as a chance to tend their wounded, and reinforce barricades.
I only they knew the truth.
Kneeling in the Temple, silently in prayer for guidance, he turned his head slightly at the footsteps behind him. “Sir Mikhail?”
“No, Lord Janus, I’m Sir Matthew of Clermont. Sir Mikhail was my father. Passed he did before my third summer. Mother mine says I look much alike him in his youth.”
“Aye, that you do lad. That you do.” Sir Janus replied his eyes stil looking over the son of a man he’d fought alongside many a years. “Even thine voice is alike.”
“Mother mine cannot bear my likeness or mine voice. Like a dagger in her heart she says. She took the loss of my father hard.” He hated these interactions, pretending to be his own son, telling stories of a mother that had been dead before the Living God walked the Earth.
“But enough of that, what news do you bring?” He asked Sir Janus.
“We are to retreat to the City of Tartus, or the Island of Ruad,” the Knight replied. “Intelligence report that Siraj al-Din Dhabyan is preparing a major attack this evening, everything they have will besiege the walls. Thirty-thousand men, plus horse and catapult. They’ll take the city before sunrise.”
“Very well, begin the withdrawal by sea, load every man, woman, and child that seeks passage. I need a hundred Knights for the defense as everyone else escapes.”
“You’re staying then?” Janus asked, incredulously.
“Aye,” Sir Matthew replied. “I’m staying. Give my thanks to King Henry, It’s been an honor serving under him, and winning at dice against him.” he finished with a slight curve to his lips as he smiled.
****
The attack had come at midnight, when many had been trying to sleep as more ships sailed. There were so many coming that it was impossible to stop them all. It was akin to fighting a raging river.
At least he’d managed to take out three hellspawn across the city before he’d been overwhelmed and hadd taken a sword through his chest.
If he hadn’t managed to kill the hellspawn he’d have finally died that night. But Yahweh had other plans for him.
****
Crawling from the dirt he rested a moment. Perhaps it was longer. He’d fallen asleep from pain and exhaustion. When he finally got moving again his body hurt like Shaitain himself had chewed his bones and spit him out.
One stolen horse later and he was free of Acre. Heading north to Tartus and then across the sea to Ruad. The last week of Acre had seen the deaths of over 10,000 Knights and soldiers. Plus unknown numbers of civilians and enemy combatants.
1291, May 17
Acre, The Holy Land.
The place smelled of piss, shit, and sweat. At least once you got passed the smell of the dead. The heat made a dead man putrefy before nightfall, by morning his gut would split and the stench would get worse.
This wasn’t his first time here, probably wouldn’t be his last either. They’d been fighting for a fortnight, but today the enemy was resting. They didn’t work on this day, so the knights were using it as a chance to tend their wounded, and reinforce barricades.
I only they knew the truth.
Kneeling in the Temple, silently in prayer for guidance, he turned his head slightly at the footsteps behind him. “Sir Mikhail?”
“No, Lord Janus, I’m Sir Matthew of Clermont. Sir Mikhail was my father. Passed he did before my third summer. Mother mine says I look much alike him in his youth.”
“Aye, that you do lad. That you do.” Sir Janus replied his eyes stil looking over the son of a man he’d fought alongside many a years. “Even thine voice is alike.”
“Mother mine cannot bear my likeness or mine voice. Like a dagger in her heart she says. She took the loss of my father hard.” He hated these interactions, pretending to be his own son, telling stories of a mother that had been dead before the Living God walked the Earth.
“But enough of that, what news do you bring?” He asked Sir Janus.
“We are to retreat to the City of Tartus, or the Island of Ruad,” the Knight replied. “Intelligence report that Siraj al-Din Dhabyan is preparing a major attack this evening, everything they have will besiege the walls. Thirty-thousand men, plus horse and catapult. They’ll take the city before sunrise.”
“Very well, begin the withdrawal by sea, load every man, woman, and child that seeks passage. I need a hundred Knights for the defense as everyone else escapes.”
“You’re staying then?” Janus asked, incredulously.
“Aye,” Sir Matthew replied. “I’m staying. Give my thanks to King Henry, It’s been an honor serving under him, and winning at dice against him.” he finished with a slight curve to his lips as he smiled.
****
The attack had come at midnight, when many had been trying to sleep as more ships sailed. There were so many coming that it was impossible to stop them all. It was akin to fighting a raging river.
At least he’d managed to take out three hellspawn across the city before he’d been overwhelmed and hadd taken a sword through his chest.
If he hadn’t managed to kill the hellspawn he’d have finally died that night. But Yahweh had other plans for him.
****
Crawling from the dirt he rested a moment. Perhaps it was longer. He’d fallen asleep from pain and exhaustion. When he finally got moving again his body hurt like Shaitain himself had chewed his bones and spit him out.
One stolen horse later and he was free of Acre. Heading north to Tartus and then across the sea to Ruad. The last week of Acre had seen the deaths of over 10,000 Knights and soldiers. Plus unknown numbers of civilians and enemy combatants.
Michael de Shade - Knight of the Veil
Shifting his feet on dirt and gravel mixed with broken concrete Michael smiled. “I haven’t had a descent dance in years.” she said chuckling. “Do you think you can match me, child of darkness?”
Not even the local Chapter knew who and what he was. To them he was a Knight with descent skill and a bit of a reckless abandon. He’d slain demons, more than most and in single combat.
If the Order knew just how many he’d killed across the centuries they’d shit themselves stupid. Hell, if the Order knew how old he truly was they’d quiver in their night caps and wet themselves in their dreams. Hell, once they figured out how far he'd jumped to land on vehicle and save the Nephilim they'd have question. How did he survive? How wasn't he hurt? How did he know she was there?
He’d buried more Knights in the field of battle then existed in this city. And every one of them had been a friend. At least until he’d stopped making friends.
Taking the void he slipped into the old forms, not the new and crude hack and slash styles that all the young knights used. But the styles used in the times before gunpowder. The times of the Crusades, and before that.
Morning Dawn followed by Michael Slays the Dragon, flowing into Leaping Tiger. His blade and shield were extensions of himself as forms he’d used for centuries came to him as simple as breathing.
One cut and the demon would be crippled by pain, and then he'd bury his blade inside its flesh and free the human from the corruption.
Shifting his feet on dirt and gravel mixed with broken concrete Michael smiled. “I haven’t had a descent dance in years.” she said chuckling. “Do you think you can match me, child of darkness?”
Not even the local Chapter knew who and what he was. To them he was a Knight with descent skill and a bit of a reckless abandon. He’d slain demons, more than most and in single combat.
If the Order knew just how many he’d killed across the centuries they’d shit themselves stupid. Hell, if the Order knew how old he truly was they’d quiver in their night caps and wet themselves in their dreams. Hell, once they figured out how far he'd jumped to land on vehicle and save the Nephilim they'd have question. How did he survive? How wasn't he hurt? How did he know she was there?
He’d buried more Knights in the field of battle then existed in this city. And every one of them had been a friend. At least until he’d stopped making friends.
Taking the void he slipped into the old forms, not the new and crude hack and slash styles that all the young knights used. But the styles used in the times before gunpowder. The times of the Crusades, and before that.
Morning Dawn followed by Michael Slays the Dragon, flowing into Leaping Tiger. His blade and shield were extensions of himself as forms he’d used for centuries came to him as simple as breathing.
One cut and the demon would be crippled by pain, and then he'd bury his blade inside its flesh and free the human from the corruption.
© 2007-2024