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 Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 1:22 pm
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For seventeen years, the Underworld has been in a chaotic war between it's three rulers. Lucifer, Milan and Alexzander. Lucifer is in charge of the entrance to the underworld, which is a rather big library leading down to the depths of hell, and a rather large area that he calls the 'Bone yard', which is where the citizens of the Underworld come to live and try to be 'normal'. Lucifer does a great job handling his citizens and who comes in and out of the underworld, but after he impregnated a girl from the upper world, he turned to be the most hated man in the kingdom, and out of a fit of rage and disapproval, Milan and Alexzander chose to go to war against him. Alexzander is in charge of a military base in the Underworld, and Milan is in charge of a Government, so it was really too easy to over throw the fool and take over his land. Now, Alexzander and Milan chose to keep the land to themselves and call Hell their kingdom soon after. They are terrible dictators who shed blood across the Underworld. Lucifer soon died of them tormenting him in a steel cage a few years after. All of his loyal companions who served him in his big mansion, now live on the streets in the Bone Yard and soon after his death, they started a revolution. Kalel was Lucifer's right hand lady, knew all his moves, all his ideas, and knew he actually wasn't a bad guy such as the bible says. Well, the bible was actually wrong about everything, the Underworld and Heaven were actually just two different universes where different people lived. And, she also knew what happened to Lucifer's son. He's up in the mortal world, with his mother, which was Lucifer's lover. She knew he was the one that had to take Lucifer's throne back to. So, she sent him a letter, telling him all about his secret life and that if he wanted to come and see for himself, to meet her at the bus route near his house Friday at 9:00 PM. She hopes it goes as she plans, or else her plan will rot to ruins. |
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 1:23 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 13, 2013 1:34 pm
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1700(17) Candles burn on her cake
Kalel can be nice and outgoing, but takes things way too seriously. She is an overall protector and doesn't like it when people are not treated with all over fairness. Her moral's are what keep her going and tries her best to not get out of hand with things.
Kalel has been with Lucifer since the beginning, she know's what his plans were, and she was really disappointed when he had a half human child, though, he was a cutie. When Lucifer grew sick, and sent his child up into the mortal world, it worried her. What would happen to the underworld in days to come? Well...It crumbled. Now with it under Milan and Alexzander's control, she lives in a city of poverty and dreadfulness. After about two years of dealing with it, which is like two hundred for demon's, she decided it was time to bring the air to the throne of Lucifer's down, maybe he could do something about it. Maybe training him to rule over Milan and Alexzander would put this world back in order.
She loves
- Carmel Eye Ball's
- Skeletal Music
- Her Scythe
- Rebellion Group
- Adventure's!
Dislikes:
- Milan
- Alexzander
- Most Witches
- 'Goops'(Little red demon's)
Her luscious locks are a midnight black
Her eyes shine a iridescent green
She's a midget, around 5 foot
Never ask a gal that!
Control's rock's and know's a couple powerful spell's, nothing like witches though!
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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 7:43 am
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Imm0rtal Ryuu Name: Cameron Age: 18 Personality: Cameron is a fairly normal sort of teenager. He’s energetic but avoids work where he can, preferring to spend his energy on play. Sit him with a good book and he can stay there for hours. He’s rather nice, although his temper has a bit of a short fuse to it. But while his temper goes off easily, it reins in easily as well. He’s shown a tendency to making fast friends and snap-decisions on how he feels about people within a few sentences of starting talking to them. He enjoys music of many genre’s, willing to give anything a listen, although he hasn’t found too much to like in the latest generation of popular music. He has a tendency to make light of serious events as well, trying to lighten up a somber atmosphere, which has gotten people angry at him more than once. Bio: Cameron was born, rather obviously, from a union between a human mother and one of the three rulers of hell, Lucifer. He wasn’t even born down in hell, as the mother had to flee from the angry repercussions once it was put together who the father of her child was. Cameron was instead born in a small little town at the edge of nowhere, a place heavy in what was generally thought of as the essence of nature, or just Earth’s natural magical energy. They lived there for a little bit of his life, roughly two years, then left, where Cameron spent the rest of his time growing up in the outskirts of a large city. It was here that he lived and grew up, made friends, rivals, everything. Cameron grew up to pretty much a normal life, just the only one around was his mother. He heard stories about his father having some sort of important position, and helping lots of people, but was never given any details. By now he’s graduated from high school, working on getting both a job and getting into a college, when he gets a really weird letter from someone calling themselves ‘Kalel’, claiming he’s part demon, hell exists, son of Lucifer, a whole bunch of other stuff. Cameron showed it to his mother, assuming they could both have a good laugh about the prank letter. But she didn’t seem to find it as funny as he did. She just looked preoccupied. But Cameron decided on his own that he might as well go to this little meeting. He’d be carrying a knife on him, or more specifically an actual dagger, so he wasn’t defenseless if this turned out to be some kind of elaborate setup. He didn’t have any actual enemies that he knew of, but nebulous notes about secret lives with no return address got him a little spooked. Likes: - Music - Reading (Fiction, history, fantasy, if it’s something that interests him he’ll read it and like it) - Friends (While being alone is sometimes what he wants, he also likes the company of those he considers friends, especially those he’s close enough too to lean on.) -Chocolate Dislikes: - The cold (and too much heat, but he likes heat a lot more then cold) - Being kept in the dark about things (If he can understand why then he’ll be alright with it usually) - Religion (As a concept, he dislikes all of the religions he knows, preferring to stay agnostic in a belief in the potential of a higher power, but not thinking it can be personified so easily as religion tries.) Hair color: Blonde Eye color: Bright Green Height: 5’10 Weight: 185 Ibs. Powers: (Solar)Hellfire: A ‘corrupted’ version of what is usually considered to be in fiction a basic ability of many demons, Cameron possesses the ability to create and control at will an unnatural fire that can burn without fuel hotter than any natural fire. While the typical incarnation of this fire would be black or dark purple, Cameron’s is generally light red and white. Not any kind of ‘holy’ version, Cameron’s core ability to summon this fire has been ‘tainted’ from his relatively long time on earth and his half-human side, absorbing the energies of Earth and it’s sun to bring a strange combination of Hell and Earth together into this Solar fire. ((It will be weak at first, but as it is trained and honed, the two sides will merge closer together, the powers combining and strengthening into line with the power you would expect from the son of one of the most powerful people in Hell.)) Talent: Alright, not much of a power, but Cameron has a certain natural knack for every weapon he touches. Sword, knife, gun, bow, he seems to already have a basic understanding of how they all operate, giving him ability a little beyond a beginner. Potentially other powers: Other powers that might be less obvious and manifest at a later date. After all, a child between one of the trio running Hell and a human woman isn’t exactly common. Appearance:  |
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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 8:33 am
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Her eye's glistened that unnatural green as she starred into the glass ball. She had sent a crow out into the mortal world about three hours ago, and now it had finally gotten to the little devil's house. "Oh...Look.... Petite Diable. How...Cute? He kinda look's like his mother. He has Lucy's eye's though." The woman muttered to herself, a bit of caramel on the corner of her mouth from her dessert earlier. The glass ball showed what the crow could see out of his eyes, and right now he was looking in on the eightteen year old from a distant window. After a moment of admiration, Kalel used her control over the crow to move to the young man's cable dish, had it mess it up and stick the important letter that had a tight red ribbon tied around the end of it. Letting out a deep breath that she had been holding since she started this, Kalel smiled a smile of satisfaction. Hopefully he would meet her at nine, hopefully her trouble of sneaking out would not go to rest. Shoving the glass ball into the bag the was carrying, the small girl flipped up the hood of her older looking sweatshirt and looked up at the sky. It was already getting dark, it was sure to be at least...five or six o'clock already.
Standing from the bench where she sat, she would cast a look around herself. The mortal world was much, much nicer than that of the Underworld. Her eye's grew big once she found a little plant with red...Leaves growing out of the top? What was that. It was awfully pretty. Picking it up, a few seeds dropped off of the top of it and she grinned. She knew how plants worked, they had the one's that ate flies back home. Picking the seeds up, she put them in her pouch, along with the flower itself and started to walk. Her horn's in her hood made it look like she had a bun in the back of her head, but her dark black curls pushed them selves out of her hood and onto her chest, which was mostly flat besides two little bumps that indicated she was female. She kept herself by the bus stop, a little gnome by the sign was also with her, though, it looks porcelain, like the girls skin, which was a sickly pale.
Kalel sighed, sat by the sign as an hour and a half passed by. She was so bored! The only thing she could do was people watch, and use some spells to mess with people and see their reactions, which were kinda funny, she couldn't laugh though, because if she laughed they would catch her in the act. taking out the glass ball, she checked the time, which was Seven thirty. Just one and a half hours to go. Looking around, the streets were bare, and the clouds were starting to spark with a storm, hopefully it wouldn't rain on her. She hated the rain, the rain back home was basically acid, but she was immune to acid, it just felt like regular rain, but hot instead of cold. Bringing her black legging covered knee's up to her chest, she laid a chewed up nail on the gnome's cheek, who sparked to life, his red cheeky face getting fleshy and warm. "Aye! What's the hold up. Where is the boy?! Hmn?!" He said, a bit angrily. This made Kalel laugh some, grinning. "It's only Seven. Shh, Evern. You might attract attention." She told the gnome, who rolled his black beady little eyes and sat on his bum next to the girl who looked like a giant compared to him. "Ugh. I betcha he looks just like his mother and act's just like his father, eh? If you ever met that lady, she was a beauty. I remember this one time ol' Lucy brought me up to see her, this was before he was even a king! And dear me. If the lad looks like her at all he's a handsome one!" He said, making Kalel shake her head. "He looks like her, but has Master Lucifer's eyes. He is handsome." She said, starting to converse with the Scottish Gnome.
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Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2013 6:44 pm
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Cameron had gotten up late in the morning, gotten dressed in ye-random shirt and jeans combination, and gone through much of his normal routine. Go downstairs, greet his mother, eat breakfast, and start his daily routine. This included searching for jobs and colleges, looking for places that could use someone with no experience or training that weren't retail or fast food. He had a tip from a friend that the local movie theater would be hiring soon, so he was eyeing that spot especially. Have lunch, go out and spend a little time out with friends, come home, have some dinner, and relax. It was all just a routine, cruising from day to day, looking for an interview for a job or an accepted application to a college to break the monotony. Today was pretty much the same, leaving Cameron sitting in front of a TV, only half paying attention to whatever show was on right now, half pondering skipping to a news station to see what all was going on. He shifted slightly at one point, glancing at the stairs leading downstairs. He hadn't heard his mother coming up, but he had the oddest feeling he was being watched. It might have been possible it was coming through the window, but the only place that could see him would be from one of the trees outside, and all that was over there were some birds. But just a minute or so after he focused on the TV again, the signal suddenly went from clear to static.
Cameron stood up from his seat, and walked over to the TV, giving it a couple of good smacks to the side, to see if the static changed at all. "Ugh, perfect..." Cameron muttered, walking over to the window and looking outside, checking the sky to see if a storm front or something had whipped in. But the sky was almost aggressively clear, bright blue with the sun working it's merry way towards the horizon. Cameron sighed, moving over to the stairs leading down to the ground floor. "Mom, something's thrown the dish out of whack again, i'm heading up to fix it!" He called down the stairs, to which he just heard the muffled sounding acknowledgment. This happened so often that all he ever did now was call down like that. He didn't even bother with a ladder anymore, he knew where he could put his hands and feet to get up to the roof without damaging the siding from this window. Cameron made his way back over to the window, sliding it open, and reaching out. Cameron took the bug screen off, setting it aside and then squeezing his way out the window with the ease of practice. He easily climbed the short distance to the roof, swinging himself sideways to get his leg up, then using the extra leverage to roll the rest of himself up. Then Cameron stood, and started walking carefully along the tiles to the satellite dish, just hidden by the slope of the roof.
Just as Cameron crested the roof, he caught sight of the satellite dish. As expected, it was facing the wrong way. Unexpected however, was the bright red ribbon tying what looked like a letter to the dish, and the jet-black feather stuck between the letter and the satellite dish. Cameron made his way over to the satellite dish, and knelt down next to it, quickly untying the ribbon, keeping it in one hand as he snagged the feather and the letter. Cameron looked at the letter, then flipped it over, to find only his name written onto one side. No sending address, no return address, just his name. But the envelope didn't feel like normal paper, and it looked a little odd too. It sort of reminded him of one time when he'd touched parchment, but it wasn't the same either. Cameron slipped the ribbon into a pocket, and wrenched the satellite dish back into the place that it was supposed to be, avoiding rumpling the envelope or the feather. Then he went back over to his window, and with some work, managed to get himself and both items inside without damaging any of the three. Cameron set the feather down on his small desk, sitting himself down and slipping a thumb under the envelope flap. He was surprised when it opened easily, rather then having the practically tear the thing open to get inside. He reached inside to retrieve, not one, but several folded pieces of something similar to the almost-paper of the envelope. Cameron raised an eyebrow as he unfolded the bunch of papers, then settled in to start reading.
Cameron's eyebrow had no reason to come down as he read and every reason to keep right on climbing up his face, which it did with remarkable aplomb. It looked and read like an elaborate 'war in hell' fiction story, except that for some reason his name started popping up near the end, and now that he considered it, his mother's came up throughout. And on the very last page, with only that and the name of the apparent author, was a simple statement. It said that if he wanted to see all this for himself, he just had to go to the bus route that Friday at 9 P.M.. A glance at the clock painted it at about 6 P.M.. His looking back to the page brought the signature at the bottom into focus. Kalel, it said. He couldn't even tell the sex of someone off a name like that, and it didn't sound even vaguely familiar.
Cameron brought the letter down, everything except the last page, which he forgot upstairs, to show to his mother. By now he had discounted it as exactly what it looked like, some elaborate fiction story written by someone to get his attention. IT was strange where he found it, but for all he knew he had spontaneously acquired a stalker or something like that. Why, how, or when he didn't know, but it was about the only thing that explained the letter on the roof. Cameron showed the letter to his mom, grinning at the ridiculous fiction, and sure he was probably going to get a laugh from her. But she seemed to spend almost as much time rubbing the paper between her fingers as reading it, and she eventually just handed it back, eyes glazed and unfocused. That, more then anything, started to disorient and scare him a little. After repeated questions just got a half aware answer, Cameron slipped back upstairs, looking over the pages again.
Eventually, Cameron made a decision, slipping downstairs and quietly grabbing the dagger sitting half hidden behind some things on the mantle, and slipped back upstairs. This was all rather strange, but it seemed to have had some kind of effect on his mother, so Cameron intended to go to this meeting at the bus stop tonight. But he grabbed the dagger to assuage his own paranoia. He felt like something bad could come from this, and wanted some kind of weapon to defend himself with. So Cameron went back upstairs, showered, and got himself all dressed up. Meaning he put on a short sleeved plain black shirt and a pair of heavy denim jeans on, with a light white jacket over the shirt, and a bigger white jacket over top again. Inside the outermost jacket was where he secreted away the dagger, and he put on a pair of heavy-duty steel toed boots to complete the ensemble. If it weren't for the fact it was foretasted to be a little on the cold side tonight, he might almost have looked suspicious. He tucked the pages into a pocket after neatly folding them up, keeping only the last page out. But Cameron paused by the black feather. It looked a lot like a crow feather, but it was sleeker then crows usually were, and darker. He shrugged and picked it up, figuring he might as well take it along.
Then Cameron made his ways downstairs, and told his mother he was going out for a little bit, then left the house. The dark air was cool enough that he at least wasn't going to overheat in this ensemble of jackets. He zipped up the smaller jacket, and slipped a nice pair of thin black gloves on over his hands to keep them warm, then started walking. It was early enough that he would be at the stop about ten or fifteen minutes earlier then specified in the note. But he was fine with that. Showing up early might help out his cause, no matter what was going on here.
((Sorry for the delay! I told you why already, but still. Also, my picture editing doesn't look nearly as neat as yours T.T and I hope this works well as a first post for you.)) |
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