A small gathering of powerful mages have summoned a demon lord in order to serve their kingdom and eliminate a rival empire. Bond to the tasking of his summoners the demon lord known as Vehma made short work of this opposition swiftly reducing the entire land to ash. Having completed his end of the contract the demon lord was freed from the shackles of Hell to walk the Earth as he pleased.
Enslaving a handful of the mages that summoned him he used them to summon his general, Rampage, to serve him and assist in his conquest of the ‘surface world’. Taking over the castle of the kingdom that summoned him he sends his steadily growing armies to wreak havoc upon all in their path. Ordering a slow and painful destruction of the human race to assume his demonic followers and allow them time to shape the world to their liking and enjoy their sadistic tendencies while the magic keeping them out of Hell still holds strong. Able to raise some of the weaker demons himself and using his mage slaves to keep his more powerful servants on the surface he can continue to bring back his armies as long as he remains alive.
Warriors must rise up to stop the Vehma or the human race will be wiped out aside from a small population of slaves keep alive only to be tortured. But who will they be and how could they possibly take down a near unstoppable demon lord and his hordes of minions.
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Accepted Characters:Name: Rampage
Age: He has no way of knowing exactly how old he is though he has been around for at least of couple centuries.
Gender: Male
Race: Demon
Occupation: Vehma’s favored general
Appearance: Rampage has two forms; a suppressed form and a released form. All of the more powerful demons need to use a suppressed form to save their power while on the surface world. His suppressed is that of large gray lion, about five feet tall at shoulder. His frame is laced with intricate black markings with noticeably black tipped ears. Rampage had a long mane that has been braided and woven with small jewels, bits of metal and bells, primarily silver in color with the gems in green and blue hues. His eyes are a cold blue and unforgiving. As for his released form even the demon finds it repulsive. Massive and grotesque Rampage will avoid using his alternate form as much as possible.
Equipment: Only the bells and charms braided into his mane.
Personality: While being out rightly powerful in his own right he prefers to use his mind to control his master’s armies. He is completely devoted to his master and oddly loyal for a demon, hence being the one closest to Vehma.
Powers: He excels in ice magic and has a grasp of blood magic as well. He feeds on remorse and can thus sense it in those around him and almost read minds to that fact.
History: Spawned in Hell Rampage grew up fighting for everything, for rank, for food, for territory and most importantly, for survival. After decades and decades fighting on his own and winning the demon finally lost to another, ambitious soul. At that point e meet Vehma, not yet a demon lord but on the path to becoming one. Vehma was incredibly strong and spared Rampage so that he might join his minions. Grudgingly grateful of mercy showed to him Rampage followed, joining the small gathering of others that were already captured in a similar manner. Traveling for some time for with Vehma he participated in all of the new Demon Lord’s tournaments, winning them and gaining a name for himself in Vehma’s armies. After stopping a coup against his lord Vehma began to trust him and promoted him to the rank of general keeping him close as a second in command being unable to trust any of his other followers.
Name: Rebecca Landon
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Occupation: Healer
Appearance: Long auburn hair flows down this young lady's shoulders in soft waves. Her gray-green eyes are almost always looking at one tragedy or another. A gold headband lays on Rebecca's crown with a small bead hanging from the front, laying on her forehead. This headband is what shows her profession. With a slender, dancers build, she stands at 5'4'' and is almost always wearing a black robe with a red dress underneath.
Equipment: She carries around medical equipment as well as the staff she uses in case she needs to call upon what little magic she has, or she finds herself in a fight.
Personality: Rebecca, though not very trusting, is always willing to help someone who needs her. No matter how gruesome a wound is, she will heal it, and when she finally learns to trust someone, she will protect them with any means necessary. She is warm and usually happy, and when she wants to be, very wise.
Powers: Though she has an immense knowledge in medicine, she is still learning the magic of healing and only uses what she has in dire situations where medicine will not help.
History: Born and raised in a small village, Rebecca was one of the first to be affected by the war that was beginning between the human race and those who wish to destroy it. Her village had seen the wisdom of her years and at the age of 16 she began to learn the art of healing and medicine. Of course, they had meant to teach her the magic that came along with it, but her village was attacked and all magic users were kidnapped. A man, an archer with the ability to use lightning magic, had tried to protect the village along with her father and other men, but it was too late. They were gone and the damage was done. The demons moved in and Rebecca ran, but in doing so she had to leave her family and every one else she loved behind. She moved from town to town learning about medicine, and trying to practice healing magic on her own. 10 years after the day she had run from her small village, Rebecca also found the archer she had seen so long ago. Now, she travels with him even if it means placing her trust in another person.
Name: Rain (Also known as Rage. Will be explained later on)
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Occupation: Wanderer
Appearance: Has very dark, medium length brown hair. Covers most of his neck and ears and covers his eyes. He has two different colored eyes. One is dark green and the other dark blue. Stands at 6' even and wears a long dark cloak. Under the cloak is somewhat of a mixture between leather armor and mail. This armor is necessary due to his knack of getting into danger a lot. Also on his bare chest are several large scars.
Equipment: His basic weapons are two claw gauntlets. The claws extend about 3 inches from his fingers. This gauntlets are only used in serious hand to hand combat in which Rain will know he will be hurt. His more common used weapon is a short blade.
Personality: Rain is a very secretive and doesn't usually allow people to know him or come into his live. As a wanderer he trusts no one because his entire live he has had to survive with his instincts and skills alone. However though, Rain is known for having compassion for people or animals who are in harms way.
Powers: Rain is a skilled close combat fighter. Having used a variation of short swords his entire life it has become his preferred weapon of choice. His clawed gauntlets however are for when he knows he'll get hurt or if he feels Rage coming. Rage is a shadow creature that was being forced to possess Rain when he was younger. However Rain fused with Rage and was able to still be human, but possess incredible power. The powers Rain gained from Rage was the power to manipulate shadows and make them into an extension of his body or weapons. (These shadows are not normal shadows. They are more of a physical material that is similar to water, but has the ability to become solid instantly and almost indestructible.) There are two problems with the shadow powers Rain has gained. Upon using these powers he begins to lose energy at a constant rate. The more powerful of a power Rain uses the more energy is drained and has a chance of draining his own health. The other problem is that when Rain is injured from combat (Not from his own powers) he starts to lose control of his powers and starts to lose control of Rage. Once injured enough Rain becomes consumed in shadows and Rage takes over his body. This only last for a short while though, however Rage is a merciless monster who becomes a threat to anyone near him. Once Rain resumes control he is very weak and needs to recover.
History: Rain was born in an occult society. His parents we're priests of a cult that praised monsters. The cult began dwelling deeper and deeper into summoning monsters this world has not known. One day they decided to summon Rage. A creature known for his horrendous madness and destruction. To summon him they needed a young boy with several precision cuts on his body for Rage to enter through once he was exposed to the world of humans. Rain was the boy that was chosen. Chained to a stone slab, the ritual commenced. The cultists sacrificed several animals, performed different types of magic and sacrificed the parents of Rain. Rain had no idea what was happening, but all he could feel was anger. He wanted this all to end and for everyone to die. The ritual was coming to an end. Rage's physical form was seeping through the runic symbols placed around the Rain's slab. The cultists were pleased with their work and watched as Rage slowly entered the boy through the precision cuts. Rage fully absorbed into Rain's body. The cultists watched and waited. He was motionless for two hours. For these two hours, the mind of Rage and the mind of Rain we're in a battle for control. Rage was strong. Rain was determined. The battle for control raged on and on. The more they fought, the more they began to fuse together. Rage never expected a human to have such willpower and determination. He was not prepared for it, so Rain came out as the victor. When Rain awoke from the struggle he say the cultists all around him waiting. Rage felt the anger inside of Rain. He gave him a sort of a push. As in he summoned a blade like shadow on Rains forearm. The next day Rain walked out of his burning home town covered in blood. Ever since then Rain has traveled the world trying to survive and not letting anyone know about the monster inside him.
Name: Pean Shoots
Age:21
Gender:Male
Race:Human
Occupation:Florist
Appearance:Orangey red hair that end in large messy tufts stuffed with twigs and dirt, covered by a handkerchief he likes to wear on his head. His clothes are no different, except for his apron that obsessively wants to keep white. Always wears a pair of thick gloves and boots with big shears stuffed in his back pocket.
Equipment:he always carries an extra pair of gloves in his side pocket, magnifying glass and a plants encyclopedia in his apron pockets.
Personality:Because he lives in a forest Pean doesn't come into contact with humans very often but when he does he is very welcoming always eager to know the news of the outside world.
Powers:Pean can communicate with plants as well as manipulate them to his liking.
History:Pean was born into a well-off family of merchants where he lived a comfortable life until he decided that he wanted to see more for himself. When he became of age he bid farewell to his parents and traveled the world on his own. He befriended many people and **** off even more people. He finally settled in a small hut he had built himself when he dared to venture into a dark forest and couldn't find his way out. Through his solitude he discovered how to communicate with the plants of that mystical realm and befriended them as well, they taught him plant magic in exchange of him taking care of them. He is completely oblivious to the conflicts outside the forest.
Name:Olys (oh.liss) Valhalla
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Occupation: Traveling Vagabond
Appearance: Olys stands at 5’11†with long dingy brown hair that drops just below his shoulders and covers most of his scruffy battle-hardened face. Olys has a fighter’s build rather than a soldier’s build as he is athletically thin and muscular and his complexion is quite tan as he travels a lot throughout the day but most of his body is cloaked in tattered clothing which consists of worn baggy cotton brown pants, a black loose fitting shirt that only sleeves his right arm, a large red sash belt tied off at his left hip, and the left shoulder pauldrin and armguard that he salvaged from his once full suit of armor he had back when he was a soldier. Olys is also blind and wears a thick black wrapping that covers his eyes. The wrapping was the left sleeve of his shirt. His feet are covered by generic leather boots.
Equipment: Olys’s prized possession is his sword that he and his master Kambei forged together. Olys’s left arm armor consists of a simple leather shoulder pauldrin reinforced with metal and covers from his shoulder to his elbow with a series of small thin metal sheets, shingled on top of each other. A leather armguard topped with an intricately designed metal plate that once was polished is now tarnished and dull. Olys also carries a small money pouch.
Personality: Despite his rough looks and blind condition, Olys is remarkably optimistic about life in general. However, when it comes to people he tends to listen more than speak but is more than willing to lend a helping hand where it’s needed. Olys also has a knack for hearing the “truth†behind people’s lies so he can be a bit opinionated at times and this has caused him a great deal of trouble over the years but nothing he couldn’t handle.
Powers: Aside from his uncanny swordsmanship learned from his time as a soldier and his time spent with Kambei (explained below), Olys has always has always had a natural ability to “read†into people and more or less tell when they are lying, especially when they are lying to him. He can pick up certain mannerisms in a person’s voice and after being blinded, he can now hear a person’s heartbeat and sometimes pulse, which is a great indicator of a person’s true feelings masked by their lies. Olys’s views his blindness as more a gift than a handicap as it has caused him to finely tune the rest of his senses and as a result, his reaction time in battle is almost supernatural, making him faster and more precise. When he focus’s, Olys can “see†his environment in his mind thus making the use of a walking stick unnecessary.
History: Olys was born an orphan in the village of Valhalla. He never had a single family that took care of him; the entire village took care of him and raised him for fifteen years. He learned a great deal about life from that village but he felt there was more to it, and more to his life so he ventured out and became a soldier, using his village’s name as his own so he would never forget where he came from. Olys spent five years as a soldier and was quickly climbed the ranks due to his incredible prowess on the battlefield and remarkable skills while wielding a blade. At the age of twenty Olys had become a captain of his own unit but their first battle together was against a horde of demons and an undead army brought forth from the ashes of Hell by the demon lord Vehma. Olys was the only survivor to walk off that battlefield. Bloodied and beaten, he had lost sight in his left eye and his right eye was soon to fail. Upon stumbling into a nearby forest and passing out from the blood loss and sheer exhaustion, Olys was found by a reclusive and unknown sword master who revealed himself to Olys later as Kambei. After a long recovery Olys’s vision never got better and Kambei stated to him that “No vision is better than a broken vision†and without hesitation sliced straight through both of Olys’s eyes rendering him completely blind. Olys spent eight long years under Master Kambei’s guidance and teachings. He learned to hone in on each of his other senses, making them replace what his eyes have lost and in turn he became a much better warrior for it all. Soon after the eighth year, a powerful demon emerged and attacked Kambei and Olys and again, Olys was the only one to survive. Now he wanders the world continuing his quest to find his purpose and perhaps avenge his fallen soldiers and Master Kambei in the process.
Name: Ahrim Osen
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Dragon
Occupation: Ex-royal Magnus
Appearance: Short greasy black hair swept back out of his face. His eyes are rust color, but have a dull whitish ring around the outside. High cheek bones with a rounded facial structure, and a neatly trimmed dark brown goatee with grey hairs coming in. Dull grayish scales line his torso and thighs, and reaching towards his elbows before becoming light brown tough skin. Ruby wings stretch out to a ten foot wing span ending with ashen bone spikes. The pair can be folded up, roughly fitting behind him; he covers the wings with a forest green cloak. His fingers have little crimson scales that end in short claws.
Rugged leather boots clamped on with tarnished silver buckles. His tunic sleeves reach down to cover his scales and are tied shut above the elbow with a piece of cloth. Half finger plain leather gauntlets cover his arms and part of his hands, making it look like the claws are part of the gauntlets.
Equipment:
Ahrim carries with him a very unusual crossbow. It uses three “round†bolt rack magazines which are loaded from the top. To pull back the string, he simply raises the lever and lowers it again. This crossbow is made out of yew and the quiver for the bolt racks is strapped on his left leg.
Ahrim also carries a simple steel mace with a flanged head, strapped to his right. The mace is worn but still in good enough shape to bash the brains out of a demon.
Personality: Osen holds his past behind a wall of stone, much like his words. He attempts to listen more than speak; he sees problems and tries to quickly correct them. Wary of newcomers, but he won’t hesitate to defend them in battle if the need arises.
Powers:
His skill with a crossbow surpasses many his has met, but he is not the best. But it is only made deadlier with his knowledge in the arcane art of glyphs. Choosing the school of Thunder, he has been trained to augment his weapons and make traps with temporary runes or glyphs of Thunder.
History:
Ahrim was born into one of the noble families in the eastern country of Mordak. While schooled in the art of politics and music at a young age, he was more interested in the guards who patrolled the city roof tops with crossbows at their side. After much pestering, his parents grudgingly agreed to allow him to train with one of their own guards. Steadily he became more confident in this new role, and excelled in marksmanship and tracking. At eighteen winters, he willingly joined the military and received more training not only in hand to hand combat, but also in a more rugged manners and lifestyle of the common folk, to help adjust more easily to his new surroundings. A few years after that, he was deployed to minor border skirmishes with demons and ultimately sent personally by the Queen to over see the evacuation of a small village of healers. He arrived there too late, but was able to hold back many of the demons and protect Rebecca and her family and a few others.
Returning to his home kingdom, he was met with a proposition. Because of his growing skill, his Queen felt that he was more use as part of her personal Magnus. He accepted, and was immediately put through the ritual. He came out of it quite differently than when he went in. The wings and scales grew in months later and when the painful transformation was over, he was sent on a quest. His quest brought him back together with Rebecca about eight years after being sent on his quest and now they travel together. His taking extreme steps for her not to see the other part of him.
Name: Shasterah
Age: 5 Years
Gender: Female
Race: Moon Wolf
Occupation: Loner
Appearance: Her fur is not short, but not too long, either, and is silver in color. She has 4 blue markings on her face, one on each cheek and eye. Her eyes are amber and appear to swirl a bit when looked directly into. She has a large scar on her right shoulder.
Equipment: She has only her teeth and claws, but she should not be underestimated. Logic can be a powerful weapon.
Personality: She can be a bit abrasive, but is generally quiet and keeps to herself. She does, however, have a streak that allows her to kill guiltlessly. She is loyal and often logical. She suffers from depression.
Powers: She has the ability to move objects and persons with her mind, and can project small forcefields. She occassionally has visions, but the meanings can be hard to discern.
History: Born into a pack of Moon Wolves, her family pack was eliminated by a larger pack of Sun Wolves. She escaped, but not before she recieved a shoulder injury. She searched for a mate to reinstate the Moon Wolf population, for she was the last one. However, after being attacked by her sixteenth "suitor," she let herself slip into the habit of killing others. After three kills, she seemed to drop off the face of the earth....
She has reappeared, and now stays mainly to herself in the shadows of twilight and night. She is, however, ready to fight, should the need arise.
