Demon's Souls: Ego Caedes Everto [PG-16 / WHATSEX / WAITSTARTED?]

[fenrir]

[align=center]The Old One.

 

A being of great power.

 

A soul devouring demon.

 

The enemy of mankind.

 

The Old One lies asleep under the Nexus; the hub for unlucky souls. It should of been left alone. To be left in it's eternal slumber, so that mankind could continue living.

 

Yet it wasn't.

 

A group had appeared inside the Nexus; The Order of the Old, or, The Olden. These monks eventually woke The Old One. It's effects were...

 

Catastrophic.

 

An expansive grey fog swept over the Kingdom of Vasvoth, and with it, Demons.

 

In less time that it took to start, it was over. The Kingdom was taken by the Demons; it's citizens mindless corpses. A few survived, and managed to get into the Nexus.

 

You.

 

You are a hero. You've finished your personal quest and have come back to your home.

 

Met with the grey fog, you get sucked in; and end up in the Nexus.

 

Meeting the Maiden in Black, your goal is soon realized.

 

To defeat the ArchDemons governing the few realms of Vasvoth. Most will die, some will be lucky.

 

Now it's your turn. To pay for humanity's crime.[/align]

 

[spoiler=The Nexus]

The Nexus is a large hall like building. You cannot escape from the Nexus, as your soul is bound to it. Five Archstones can be found here, enabling you to visit their respective realm. This is your home, and your coffin. With the souls you collect on your journey, you can become stronger here.

 

 

[spoiler=The Heroes]

The Knight [TAKEN]

The Priest

The Thief

The Magician [TAKEN]

The Temple Knight [TAKEN]

The Soldier

The Wanderer [TAKEN]

The Barbarian [TAKEN]

The Royal

The Hunter

 

 

[spoiler=Application]

Name/Title: (Example: Don the Mantis. Not a literal Mantis, it's just a title.)

Age: (Something over 20 years of age at least.)

Gender: (Male or Female.)

Hero: (Check the list for the available heroes.)

Appearance: (Just your physical appearance, armor appearance is decided already.)

Personality: (I expect to see semi-original personalities. Or at least ones that aren't overused.)

Biography: (Just sort of where you were born, how was your life, why you became what you are, etc. Feel free to create locations and characters, just don't go overboard.)

Driving Force: (The reason your character continues fighting Demons. Many Demon Slayers simply quit and let their souls rot, so give your character a reason to keep on going.)

 

 

 

 

PM me any questions and such. Most of your questions will probably be answered in the beginning of the RP anyways.

 

[spoiler=My Application]

Name/Title: Tyr the Marauder

 

Age: 21

 

Gender: Male

 

Hero: Temple Knight

 

Appearance: At about the average height of a man around his age, Tyr is well-built. Fit for both fighting and running. His hair is an unkempt ebony, with yellow-ish eyes. He’s lightly tanned. A rather large scar runs down his back.

 

Personality: Tyr is someone you would call a goody-little-two-shoes. From a young age he was raised kind, and he acted it. He had a close bond with his older brother, who left at a young age to become a soldier. However, ever since the fog, he’s gained a sarcastic, often negative personality. Although he seems rather rough on the outside, he’s considerably kind on the inside. He believes that in times like these, kindness is useless.

 

Biography: Born in the Vasvoth countryside, Tyr grew up helping his father, who happened to be a lumberjack. This activity is one of the reasons he’s as strong as he is today. When not helping his father, or tending to his studies; he often was the assistant to the elderly Saint Urbain. Saint Urbain was supposedly a hero himself, yet all of the stories he told of his deeds were considered fake. Tyr held a good friendship with the elderly Saint, which rewarded him greatly. At around the age of 16, his brother tried to join the nearby Temple Knights. He was declined, as nobody could vouch for him. With the urgings of Saint Urbain, Tyr tried, and succeeded. His brother was obviously angry, and left to join a mercenary group. Tyr followed him, determined to bring him back. As he managed his way to his brother’s camping site, he was gone. The site was ruined, with blood stains and the bodies of his brother’s companions. Knowing it was the work of Demons, he left to train himself.

 

Driving Force: He seeks to destroy the Demons that had slaughtered his brother. Whether he dies along the way or not, his goal is certain.

 

 

[Infinitus]

Name/Title: Edward the Bitter

 

Age: 25

 

Gender: Male

 

Hero: Knight (Breastplate and Shield removed. It said we could in teh link.)

 

Appearance: Edward's figure is sleek and athletic, for battle field mobility. He is exactly six feet tall, and his hair is a shade of red that is slightly lighter than that of crimson. His eyes are brown, as are his eyebrows, which are strange due to his hair color.

 

Personality: Edward is bitter, immature, sarcastic, rude, inconsiderate, and no one would want to touch him with a 34 and a half foot pole. He is intelligent in some aspects, and attempts to use this knowledge to give others the things he can never get back. His innocence, his hope, his dreams, and other things. However, after being the way he is for a while now, he really likes his personality. Despite many efforts to find his "deep meaning", everything is pretty simple. He is simply unpleasant.

 

Biography: Edward was born in a small village off the coast of the nation of Lux Lucis, where he was raised by his father and mother. His father was a bitter troll, literally. He could've just as easily been green skinned, but his mother was human. His father taught him to fight with a club, but Edward decided it was too barbaric, and wanted to learn swordsmanship instead. His father always told him to never aim to high, and to take what you can get. Edward actually agreed to this, because it seemed logical, seeing as chances can ruin everything you've built. His life was very pleasant, and became a very well respected, and hated, military officer living on the North Eastern coast of the country.

 

Driving Force: He drives forward because he knows that this is his only chance at survival. He has no deep meanings or emotion to almost nothing he does, so all he wants to do is live. Nothing there is to it.

 

Question: I believe this is from a Video Game. Does that mean we should know much about the game?

[fenrir]

Fuck it. Applicants may post their apps.

 

Anyways, your app is how all apps should at least look like. So yes, accepted.

 

And, no. You don't need to know much, other than basic Western Mythology.

[Infinitus]

I feel like an ass for not knowing we are to PM you our applications.

 

Also, just so I know, define Basic Western Mythology.

[fenrir]

Dragons, Demons, Banshees. That kind of stuff.

[Infinitus]

Sweet. I know that stuffz. =D

[fenrir]

Most people should know this kind of stuff.

 

Anyways, we'll start around tomorrow. I'll finally be able to ignore the skimpy plot and flesh things out. Yay~

[Tempest Dahlia]

Name- Aulin the Brilliant

Age- 21

Gender- Male

Hero- Magician

Appearence- Light-brown to fair skin tone. Large, Crystal-green eyes. Black hair that is neatly combed and reaches the bottom-half of his back. A slightly muscular build. A smile is always painted on his face, as if he just did something malicious.

Personality- Extremely mature and thoughtful. He shows a bit of arrogance, however, and is very easily persuaded. He is also extremely materialistic.

 

 

Everything else will be pm'd.

[fenrir]

Looks good so far. Only problem is the appearance, as you can't decide on the appearance of your armor in the begining.

[Tempest Dahlia]

He dosen't wear armor, it's encumbering to his magic accuracy.

 

Also, i'm a bit flustered as to where to say he was born, seeing as i'm not familiar with the game.

I'll just say he was born in Nexus.

[fenrir]

You can make up where he was born. The RP's world is different from the game's.

 

Also, by armor, I meant as in cloths.

[Tempest Dahlia]

Alright, edited.

l'll work on the bio now.

[Otaku-sama]

Reserve me a spot pl0x.

[Guest Lily]

Entry reserved~

[fenrir]

Reserve me a spot pl0x.

Entry reserved~

 

Noted. Although I can't reserve heroes, only spots.

[Naimo]

Name/Title: Gypsie the Cold Hearted

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Hero: Wanderer

Appearance: She has a slim figure, and stands at 5'11". Her long dark brown hair is tied in a high ponytail, and her violet-slightly-pink eyes are narrow, as if she is suspicious of everything.

Personality: She is a sly character who has a strong sense of intelligence and independance, and is all about herself. She has her own goals, most of which aren't clear at first but clear in hindsight, so if she teams up with people, that is a sign she's up to something. She doesn't have much empathy, she rarely shows her emotions, and she never seems to become attached to anyone, hence the reason why many feel she is very cold blooded.

Biography: Gypsie was born to gypsy parents, and has spent most of her life living on a caravan. When she was 14, Demons attacked their group in the evening and killed both her parents. Gypsie survived because she had been out hunting and was not in camp at the time. When she returned, she swore to revenge her parents' death, and began to go her own way. After several days' travelling, she met two gypsies who had also survived an attack, and they decided to travel together to try and kill as many Demons as they can, and hopefully kill the Demons responsible for driving them to exile in the first place. However, it had all been a plot of Gypsie's, and when they found an inn in the nearest town, Gypsie killed her 'companions', stole everything they had, and has since then been all on her own.

Driving Force: She only wants to find the Demons responsible for murdering her clan, and then she'll retire from Demon slaying

[fenrir]

Accepted.

 

Funny, I somehow would of thought you would pick Royal.

 

Anyways, one more person at least before startation.

[Naimo]

lol I did actually consider the Royal when I saw this on the Wii net, but then I changed my mind after taking a closer look at the other avaliable classes

[fenrir]

Come on. At least one more person. >_>

[Guest Ixigo]

Name/Title: Victoria (self-proclaimed: "The Slash Empress")

 

Age: 22

 

Gender: Female

 

Hero: The Barbarian

 

Appearance:

-HEIGHT: 1.79cm

-WEIGHT: 74kg

-FIGURE: Athletic / Muscular

-HAIR COLOR: Black

-HAIR STYLE: Long, curly

-EYE COLOR: Black

-COMPLEXION: Slightly tanned

-NOTABLE FEATURES: Her back is marred by numerous whip lash marks. She also bears several scars from her career as gladiator.

 

Personality: Hateful, destructive. She hates the world, and she hates herself. She has learned to take what she wants, regardless of the cost to others. She has no regard for anyone's life, including her own.

 

Biography: An orphan from a very young age, Victoria was raised amongst bandits and brigands. When she was a child, she was ordered to steal and shoplift, and usually used as a scapegoat for those crimes as well. Constantly receiving punishments from both the outlaws and the authorities, she developed a deep hatred for the world around her. Once she was old enough to wield a sword, she trained herself in its use and murdered most of the bandits she was associated with in their sleep. Fleeing from the rest, she ended in the port town of Saint Esme, the so-called "town of second chances". She made a name for herself and enough money to survive in the arena, honing her combat skills. She is currently hailed as a skilled gladiator.

 

Driving Force: A combination of hate and self-loathing. She wants her life to end while at the same time clings to it with desperation. She cannot comprehend the concept of giving up her own life, and she will continue to go until there is nothing else left for her. Seeking death and at the same time fighting it with all her might - this sort of tragic contradiction pushes her forward.

[fenrir]

Accepted.

 

And now, I believe we can start.

 

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It was dusk. The muck dubbed the 'Vas Swamps' was stirring again. Rats seemed to avoid the deeper waters, and kept to their floating logs and small banks of land. Tyr himself didn't like the swamp. It was, as Urbain would put it, "Hell rotting." Luckily, he had his talisman and halberd ready. In case of attack from the nearby crocodiles.

 

"Odd," He commented.

 

"There's usually a log or two floating by. And reeds."

 

There was nothing but water.

 

The Knight stepped forward. The water stirred. What was ahead of him? It seemed like a grey fog. Casually, he continued to step forward. As he got closer, a bright light seemed to radiate from the fog. He held his hand out to block the light, and stepped closer once more.

 

Then he blacked out.

 

--Two Hours later-

 

Where was he?

 

Tyr groaned, and blinked twice. He pushed himself off the ground, his armor making a clinking noise against the stone floor. He was in a building, that was for sure. Looking up, the roof was slightly torn. To his left was a large opening. He was inside a castle. Presumably in it's garden, as low swamp like water covered most of the area.

 

However, to his surprise, he was not alone. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he realized that there were others, lying around him.

 

"Just where in the Hell am I?"

[Infinitus]

Edward had lied on an uncomfortable floor, or ground, he really couldn't tell, and all he wanted to do was get up and complain, just because he felt like it. However, the blinding light that had hit him had continued to leave him disoriented. It all happened so fast, without warning or hesitation, it was like stepping into the fabled light of death, right before one is taken from the world of the living. His only thought was Oh crap. I'm not dead, am I?

 

He finally regained enough strength to power his head up to see the world around him, for only a split second. He noticed he was in a castle, possibly it's garden. He plopped his head back on the ground, and after a few seconds, gained the strength to pull himself to a sitting position. His head throbbed, and was dazed, as if he just woke up from a night's sleep, yet was still unsatisfied. Things began to come to him a little more clearly, and he noticed there were others around him. He complained sarcasticly "People. Great, just great." and at that moment, he wished he had stayed down.

[Guest Ixigo]

Shaking her head, Victoria pushed herself to a half-crouching stance, supporting her weight with her elbows. Her thoughts were... muddy, confused. The last thing that was clear in her mind was trying to escape the insubstantial clutches of an overwhelming fog, then stepping into some sort of swamp.

 

With a groan, the gladiator pushed herself to her feet, dusting her armor off. She glanced around. The place was completely foreign - she had been lying on top of a stone-paved floor, surrounded by what looked like a midden heap - Victoria pulled away in disgust. The ceiling overhead was missing a large part of its stonework. With little idea how she got there, and even less about what or where exactly "there" was, Victoria had nothing to work with. Massaging her temples, she took in the scenery. She was not alone - others were lying on the ground, or just then beginning to push themselves up.

 

"Hmpfh." The warrior growled, drawing her sword. She was not about to remain unarmed and unprepared in a group full of people who might harm her.

 

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OoC: I assume we're starting with armor and weapons?

[fenrir]

((Yes.))

 

Tyr noticed the presence of two awakened humans. Presumably in the same situation. Realizing his shield was hung on his back, he pointed his Halberd at the two. You could never be sure if you were in the presence of Demons. In this world, anyone could be one. "You two are..?" He asked, unfazed.

 

Meanwhile, near the opening, the hidden corpses on the ground seemed to rise up. They weren't noticed beforehand due to the water mostly concealing them, but now they seemed to want to make their presence noticed.

[Tempest Dahlia]

"Ugh... Dammit... My head feels like it's cracking..."

 

Aulin sat up groggily- Instantly realizing that was a mistake. His head sent a jolt of pain though every cell of his body.

"ARGH!!!!!" He shouted, laying back down almost immediately, careful not to move his skull any more than it was needed. He rested on dry, itchy grass- How he longed to stand up... But until he felt a little better...

 

"W-Wait a minute! Where the hell am l!?" He shouted in panic, his green eyes darting across the pale sky...