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I'll find interesting RP's to join.~
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"I only value things that interest me. Lowly cur, heed my words before you speak."

Just call me Zess and I'm fine.~

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Varshe




Varshe is a cold, collected sadistic painter whose dreams have long faded away. He sees no point in life, friendships, challenges. There's barely anything Varshe is really interested in. He's afraid of having contact with anyone, and if he does, he absolutely refuses to become close to anyone. He dislikes girls, casts away anyone and uses people to his own advantage if needed.

Currently, Varshe is 17 years of age and his knowledge and way of thinking for his age is outstanding. The young man prefers not to meddle in any useless, irrelevant affairs and love is out of the question. Haunted by his past, he often has nightmares. Varshe is 5'9" (175 cms). He has a cold, piercing glare which scares most of the people off. His favorite food is yakisoba (Japanese dish of fried noodles/buckwheat) and he has a habit of drinking tea in the afternoon, or while working on a piece of art. Reading is his only other interest besides drawing.

Varshe's past



Varshe grew up like any other child, with some keen, outstanding interests; separating him from his average age group. Varshe used to be a rather innocent looking child who loved to draw with purple acrylic pencils. He looked at life at a very interesting perspective, and wanted to get the most out of his youth. Varshe did not just draw any drawings; but drawings of things that seemed to pop up in his mind at random.. of demonic, vulgar and goreish things. The boy's parents were strict believers, causing Varshe to hide his gloomy works. At the age of 14, his mother, Erruva, discovered the drawings while cleaning which were supposed to be hidden in Varshe closet. He was cursed at, yelled at. Erruva told her husband, Mahenheiss, about the wrongdoings, who became furious. Mahenheiss gave the boy a beating, and locked him up inside in his room, confiscating every single thing he had which could ever give Varshe happiness. Varshe stopped smiling. His once, pure and lovely warm heart grew cold, uncaring, unloving.

Then one day, at the age of 16, he took the chance, and ran for it. His parents, in grief, both suicide. He tried to live on his own until the age of 17, developing a disgusting feeling for women, since he had numerous of unbelievably non-satisfying encounters. He taught himself how to fight, so self-defense is not a problem.


Varshe's Powers




Keen Eye: For seeing things in society the way they are, Varshe is always quick to have an opinion about things and he can easily find out whether a person is lying or not. His observant and cool/collected personality allows him to fully control this ability. Though having developed a skill like this, if he uses it more than five times on a day, his eyes might strain.

Poison Kiss: Varshe, in the past year he has tried to live on his own, he usually got hit on by random women because of his handsome appearance. Varshe simply has to get close to someone, draw them in, and kiss them. His hatred and anger for people turns his saliva into poison, which his body has naturally developed antibodies for. The poison cannot be cured, unless he kisses the person again. While infected, the person dies within 48 hours.

Intoxicate: Varshe, with his piercing gaze, is able to make people see their own worst fears. It's an effect that lasts for a simple 5 minutes, though it feels like a bad acid trip, leaving his victims utterly cowered in fear and anxiety.



Other:





Varshe has a small tattoo on his back, near his neck of an extinction symbol.

Ryuuho grunted and cursed to himself when Ren hadn't picked up his call. He was surprised to see a call in return from him, and pressed on the button to pick up the call. The man was absolutely not amused.

"And what on earth took you so long, Ren-chan..", Ryuuho growled in a low, serious tone on the edge of irritation. Ryuuho sounded like he was about to murder.
@MellyNyan @Savi

Varshe knew what Skye was implying. He knew all too well how sour things might turn if this kept going, yet he felt like he should give things a chance. The purple-haired boy was unsure whether he should just go along with it, to create less hassle and get over with it, or struggle until the very end to refuse and reject everyone coldly, leaving them at the distance they should be. The youngster was confused. He calmly thought things over, before rushing to a decision. He thought about the best way to handle things, to maintain himself, without ending up in a bigger mess the boy inside already was.

He took a deep breath and rested his emotionless, cold eyes on Adelisa; then on Daemon. He observed Daemon closely.

"My.. name is Varshe", he tried to introduce himself without snapping into his usual temper, feeling his eyebrow twitch; he was incredibly irritated.


Name: Spirophobia
Age: Atleast 10,000.
Gender: Genderless, takes an appearance as a little girl so you may refer to Spirophobia as "her".
Shrine: Maple Shrine

Personality: Spirophobia does not speak. At most, she laughs. She amuses herself greatly by watching others fall in despair like artistic pieces. Humans who struggle with themselves or have mental problems are her favorite type to observe closely. She's been around as long as people could remember, watching over the insane like a mother watches her children.

History: Since a very long time ago, Spirophobia had been regulating the continuous process of people gaining disorders. She increased the chances, lowered the chances for a specific disorder (against her will), and even at random passed some over to specific chosen human beings on the list. Always trying to entertain herself, closely watching and observing her surroundings. There was a time, she wanted to be more free, instead of being kept in watch by authorities, shackled away if not done a proper job. Zetsubou made it happen. He freed her from the Lord's grasp and she became grateful to him, started to look up to him, and decided to protect him. She saw Zetsubou's way of thinking and way of handling things as a new perspective, and an amusing kind of art. Spirophobia longed to follow him wherever he would go to. When Zetsubou formed the Akuma Ryodan, she happily joined to rebel against the currect Lord. Sadly, the rebellion led into being sealed away in the Maple Shrine, where she quietly awaits to be freed again by her one and only, Zetsubou.

Abilities: Spirophobia has the ability to do however she pleases with disorders. She can give people disorders, take disorders. She may appear in people's dreams, giving them intense, detailed terrifying nightmares one could turn insane of. At some point, too many nightmares will cause the person/people to not be able to distinct the reality from the dream world, (not knowing what is real).

Since Spirophobia is a very delicate being, Spirophobia can summon her two Grim Guardians (see her appearance picture) that give her extra defense, when she enters combat or receives any surprise attacks.
The long- and purple-haired looking samurai walked on his getas and comfortable yukata through the streets. The yukata fit him nicely, and often people that he passed by would stare at him. The boys envious of his beauty, the ladies drooling with excitement. Though, there was one thing Ryuuho hated. That was being stared at. If not for his piercing glare, he might've had an entire crowd gathered around him.

He sighed, holding a white box containing a newly baked strawberry cake.

It was the right season for strawberries, so he had stocked up on some to practice his pastry skills.

"What to do..?", he wondered by himself. He took out his phone from a pocket (he attached on himself) inside of his yukata and decided to give Ren a call. Ren might want to eat this cake, right..?

Ryuuho sighed even deeper.

He dialed his number regardless his disagreeing thoughts, and gave Ren a call, waiting for him to pick up.

"Che, you better pick up on me jerk", he complained with a grin.


Ruler of the Akuma Ryodan

Name: Zetsubou
Age: 920
Gender: Male

Personality: Zetsubou comes off as a rather immature brat if left alone. He does whatever he wants, gets whatever he wants, uncaring about his surroundings. If needed, he becomes quite the serious type. Zetsubou has a huge temper, and can throw dangerous tantrums. Though, when he rules/while he rules, he shows no sign of backing down, easily intimidating his foes.

History: Despite Zetsubou's overall childish behavior, he had immense power. He murdered his own brother without mercy out of simple boredom, slaughtered many other demons, in the hope of finding himself entertainment. Zetsubou's power, that had at one point surpassed the Lord of the Underworld, utterly scared the Lord. Zetsubou's boredom grew too large, and decided to challenge the Lord of the Underworld. When Zetsubou at one point formed the Akuma Ryodan, an anti-Lord of Underworld group, the Lord banished him to the Human World; since he predicted it would all go wrong if left alone, before it was too late, so Zetsubou could not seize the throne and cause any more conflict. There, he was sealed away by not only the hell's Grim Reaper himself, but also by Petos' father, heaven's Holy Reaper; Yuusha. Yuusha gave his life to seal him away, yet caused Heaven shame by having worked with 'something that belonged to hell'. For all eternity, before Petos had even known him, his name got carved out of history, forever lost.

Since then on, Zetsubou has been in a deep slumber to preserve (and bulk-up) energy within his Frost Shrine, located in a snowy mountain far North.

Abilities: Zetsubou is a dark type kitsune. He has a wise, noble amount of wisdom and possesses nine tails. He can create dark fox fire with his tails, control fire, and burn down entire cities if he desires to do so without any effort.

Zetsubou can summon nearly any type of demon that exists, with all kinds of powerful spells and enhancement spells, powering them up even more. He has a high heat tolerance and his psychic mind ability exceeds any other. He is able to control minds by calling out to people (if people do not submit, he cannot take control) and make them submit by letting them experience true fear and despair (Mental Manipulation), or set things on fire with his mind (Pyrokinesis).
Varshe's gaze went back to the smaller girl that was attached to his arm. Varshe was absolutely not used to all the attention and commotion so closely around him. "Tsk, what do you want now?"

He slowly fell silent, irritated. Unable to deal with all the people, he just let out a murderous aura.
"Woman, let go of my arm right now. Stop involving me", Varshe demanded in a low tone, after glaring at the two newcomers. "Che, another woman", he muttered to himself.

Varshe dangerously felt out of his usual comfort zone. He shook his arm, hoping to get the girl off. He'd have no other option but use force if she wouldn't let go any time soon. The only thing that held him back was the presence of all the people. His skin crawled, when the new red-head spoke to him. How dare she, speak to him in a tone like that?

Varshe glared icy daggers at her, looking down at her. "What? You've got a problem with me?", he grunted.
"Oi, you two. Get out of my room now!", Varshe harshly told Skye and Iris. He was utterly surprised by the sudden girl clinging onto his arm. Unable to do anything, struggling, Varshe surprisingly let himself be dragged along by the smaller girl.

"Let me go, woman", he hissed. "Let- GO! Don't touch me! I don't care about new people whatsoever!"

@XxLyraxX Good idea @MellyNyan since it feels a little, a one sided story if only two-three people rp.
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