Name: Red
Age: Around 20
Gender: Male
Race/Species: Wolf child
Combat Role: Rogue - Damage dealer
Weapon: Dual Daggers, Rifle w/ bayonet attachment
Appearance:
Personality: Quiet, relaxed, follows orders, usually calm but can get serious
Backstory: Red and his sister were left on their own when they were little, so they fended for themselves for quite a while. At an older age, Red started practicing combat in case him and his sister were to be attacked by anything or anyone. Eventually, his sister wanted to learn combat as well. As they got older, they eventually learned the skills of rogues. One day, Red found a mysterious looking mask during his combat practice, seeing it as intriguing, he decided to wear it whenever he's in combat...most times, he never takes it off at all. Sometime later, Red and his sister were attacked by something, something unknown. Red was able to defeat it, however, his sister on the other hand was injured. Red took his sister into shelter and bandaged her up, using as much as he knows about medics. He's done all he could, and his sister is still alive, but for some reason, she won't wake up. Ever since they got attacked by something that day, Red's sister is always deep in her sleep, with an unusual mark on her chest. Red thinks this is the mark from that thing that attacked them...and he thinks it's still out there, preventing her from awakening. So, Red decided it's time to leave his sister in the care of his friend (whom they met a little after they became rogues, she's like a maid/housekeeper/caretaker to Red and his sister, even though she's of same age as Red), and go hunt for that thing he now thinks is a demon, in hopes that killing this demon will bring his sister back from her deep sleep.
Other: Red is one of those mysterious type characters, one that is hard to understand. He also rarely talks, if talked to, he will either respond by physical actions (nodding, pointing, etc.), saying a single word, or saying a short sentence ( 1-5 words in sentence ) His weapons were obtained by his father which were left with him at the time of their abandonment. It would probably be easier for them to fend themselves in the harsh world if they had weapons. Red uses the dual daggers, while his sister used the rifle with a bayonet attachment, however, since his sister is currently unable to use them, he's decided to use both. Red is skilled with both the daggers and the rifle, unlike his sister who is only skilled with only the rifle.

Name:hunterthewolf
Age:19
Gender:Male
Race/Species: Demon-Guradian
Combat Role: walking tank but assassin to stelth and speed just sorta like a hero

Weapon:claws/bow/smoke/demonic powers
Appearance:black hoodie black pants black wolf tail and black wolf ears
Personality:dark but is nice and is not cocky about his power he doesint like hurting girls but will attack guys if provoked
Backstory: i was sitting in the demonic class of niegth one of the highest schools and then i kept feeling something then it happened i got some wierd healling power and all the kids started to laugh at me and i was shamed i never had a home and i hated everyone that was evil so now to this day i kill anyone that does anything bad and i dont care what they say to me my eyes turn black and my tail start to spark and then my tail get flames black flames then i rip them apart with one touch of my claws
Other: have no clue what this could me but i hate evil

[ OOC: So, where do we start? ]

/start hello kids do you want to hear a story its about a bonce of demon hunters that met up with a demon that didint like hurting people but liked hurt the evil people/<myself.huh i got to find someone to help me the demon empire keeps hunting me wait what is that it looks like light <action as i walked towards it i seen a couple of people then i hid and i snapp

Name: Icy
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Race/Species: Wolf Child

Combat Role: very fast abilities, fast attacks, as well as ice abilities

Weapon: Claws, Flute (it sounds weird but its mighty powerful)

Personality: My personality is always the same as the others, loud and weird! he is a Pokemon master for beating all games and knows all knowledge on it if for some gosh reason he would need it for, that's why he is so weird!

Backstory: I was born by a wolf mother but she ended up not liking my shape or form, so I had to leave or she would have probably killed me. As a Werespheal, all wolves would look at me funny like I'm some joke to the wolf nation or whatever. well when I went into the forest to be alone and ran into a flute and liked how it was all shiny and unique it was. I picked it up and a black aura formed around me, as well as my whole body felt like it was getting crushed at the same time. I woke up hours later with the most power I have ever gotten!

Other: Icy just throws himself out in situations! He likes to help others in certain battles or what not but always trips over himself. He got all the powers right away so he is still learning how to control them!
Appearance: I'm a werespheal! Its like a Spheal/Werewolf and I have a dark aura around me

There's a noticeable lack of humans here, so I'll give it a go.

Name: Jesse Chaplin

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Race/Species: Human (Cursed)

Combat Role: Dual-Wielding Blood Warrior

Weapon: Two retractable weapons similar in appearance to shortswords. They are black with an aura of blood red darkness around them. They retract inward and outward through the very surface of his forearms--When they are fully drawn, his irises become a deep red color, while his veins bulge and become a red hue as opposed to green/blue.

Appearance: 6'2". He maintains a short-cropped haircut composed of black hair. His eyes are Glasz (When not crimson), while he possesses a tanned, war-scarred complexion. His attire is typically simple and black.

Personality: He is a harsh, rough, and realistic individual. He only lives to survive, feeling no more remorse for his actions than a lion would be in killing its prey if he benefited from them. Despite this, he feels no leaning toward any one moral denomination: Chaotic or just. He only does what he can to survive. His past is full of regret and sadness, and it is therefore one of his only emotional weaknesses. However, as far as physical and fortitude goes, his major weakness is his curse, which is also his major strength. While it grants him power, and while he can control it easily in most situations, the temptation to spill the blood of those with good intentions will utterly consume him if he goes through overwhelming emotional and mental turmoil. Overall, he is a flawed individual with much wisdom to gain; and a specific mission to carry out.

Backstory: Born into a middle-class family, Jesse was an ordinary, only child. He never strayed toward any one path, though he did have a knack for trouble in his childhood. In the province wherein he lived, his parents spent what currency they could spare to give him lessons at the sword. However, this only lasted a year at best as his mother developed a severe case of an unknown disease. She died shortly and swiftly, and was buried. His father soon became a drunk and a fiend, and was one day found lying facedown in the lake; his throat slit, his coin purse emptied.

Jesse soon became an orphan child, although he did not belong to any orphanage. He was homeless; to suffer the cruelties and harshness of life without the protection and support of his parents. Fate had not been kind to him in any meaning of the phrase. He adapted. After learning what little he could from a streetwise rascal named Jon, and cutting a few purses here and there, he made it his trade to travel on a specific route from city to city, cutting purses and vandalizing where he could. He didn't do it because he liked it. He did what he did to survive. However, one day he was on a route back to one of the larger cities; he was ambushed by several thugs on the road. At this time, he had the appearance of a very destitute individual. This was clearly a ruse in order to faze street and road thugs, however. These ambushers were brighter than usual. They took what money he had, wounded him severely and left him to die.

For nine hours he lay there, desperately clinging to life. No passerby decided to help him. And there were many. Some even spat at him, and abused him further. However, in the dead of night, at the brink of death, he saw a shape in the distance. He saw it grow closer. Fear clenched his heart for whatever reason. He knew he was going to die, but there was something sinister in this. The shape grew closer. It grew so close that he should have been able to make out its face, although he couldn't. It suddenly cackled evilly, and he could feel it smiling. "This one will do nicely," it whispered coarsely. It reached out his hand. He wanted to scurry away. He wanted to die. He knew, deep in his heart, that this hand would begin something sinister and evil in him.

The cold hand touched the surface of his skin, and immense pain suddenly assailed him. It felt as if he was dying over and over again, and the pain stretched on for what felt like hours. Suddenly, as quickly as it came, it vanished. His eyes opened--He was awake and alive in broad daylight, on the side of the road where he had lain dying just hours before. He felt dark, cold, and empty. More importantly, he suddenly felt an urge to spill the blood of those with good intentions. He knew this was something he had to overcome. But how? How do you overcome a curse without destroying it entirely? He will search out the one who did this to him. In the meantime, he must overcome the urge stirring within him. If not, he will wither away into a creature of evil.

14 Years Later


Can't wait for this to get started. I hope my intentions were decent and I'm not leaping into bounds that I shouldn't be? The prospect of an individual cursed by demons, hunting demons sounds pretty stable to me, but I can always revise it.

hey just because i fail dont mean you can pick on me but face this isint you land you know what this site is for everyone and just because i cant spell proper dont mean anything if you cant understand me then it is you that are the failure

He isn't saying you're a failure, he's just saying that some people might find you hard to understand.

Here's my character!

Name: Feather

Age: 134

Gender: Female

Race/Species: Elf

Combat Role: Sniper

Weapon: Mostly a longbow, but also uses a short sword if close range combat is necessary.

Appearance: Tall, thin, and lanky. Has large breasts and of course long pointed ears. Has long, wavy blonde hair and ice blue eyes. Wears a short sleeved green dress that goes above her knees, a pair of white leggings, sturdy brown knee high boots, and brown leather gloves that go to her elbows.

Personality: She's quiet, making her seem unfriendly when you first meet her. But the quiet is really just to cover up the fact that she's painfully shy. She's very self conscious about her large breasts. Despite being shy she's hard to scare, the only thing that does is small dark places (She's claustraphobic).

Backstory: She grew up as a nomad, traveling from forest to forest with her family. Learning to track and hunt as she did. One day while in between forests they were attacked by demons. Feather's grandfather saved her by pushing her into a nearby cave and hiding the entrance. She stayed in the cave waiting for the screams to stop. It was three days before it was safe enough to leave. Now she wanders from place to placec, still tracking, still hunting. Only this time the prey is demons.

Other: Has incredibly good hearing.

name:aqua
age:23
gender:female
race/species:demi-god
combat role:healing/support,elemental magic
weapon:my hands/staff(when i have powerful magic to cast)
appearance:pale skinned with eyes that change color according to weather(mostly light green),angelic face with an perky chest and a thin body with some curvy to it ,dirty blonde straight hair that goes just past my shoulders,has a one piece white dress that goes to the knee and it a low cut v-neck with lace straps with light tan boots that go to mid-calf,carries a small tan bag around my waist that has medicine in it and snacks,has a cream cloak with a hood(which is usually up) that is a little bit longer than my dress,with a silver locket that has my family crest(two branches crossing in the middle with a owl in the middle of them) carved into it
personality:feisty,spunky,happy most of the time,friendly,easy going,a worrywart when friends are involved,independent,mysterious,over thinks somethings,dense,determind,weird,tough,energetic,very gullible and likes to make jokes,compassionate about life and living things,wants to help everyone,very curious
backstory: Aqua does not remember anything of her past before the age of ten only bits and pieces.She knows that she has a older sister named cassie but nothing about her parents or where she lived.Just one day she woke up in the middle of a strange farm yard and had a bump on her head and blood all over her.She screamed not knowing what happened or what was going on. The family that owned the farm came running in only to be hit by a barrier around her. She shut down the barrier and began to sob not understanding. The wife,Nora,somehow calmed aqua down enough so she could grab her and get her cleaned up while her husband,Sam,investigated. They never found out what happened but both farm owners knew aqua was special so they researched her abilities and got a magic tutor for aqua.

On aqua's 19th birthday she was tending to the sheep like usual when she heard Sam yelling for her from the house.She reached the house in record time a saw the tragic scene in front of her.Her tutor for 8 years,Mr.Taraxos, had Nora by the neck while smiling devilishly at Sam died on the ground.Then he looked up at aqua and states that if she wants Nora not to die that aqua would have to become his servant for life and mate with him.Aqua had decided to save Nora but as luck had it Nora shoved the blade into her throat killing herself while she smiled at Aqua telling her is okay.Aqua blow up blue flames shooting everywhere around her.her eyes showing hate and murder,she slowly buried Taraxos alive along with anything in a one meter radius.Losing control that day made her realize never to us[font='&quot;Verdana&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;']e her full power ever again.She cried for weeks on end because not only did she kill Taraxos but she killed many innocent people[/font].Going to a church,she learned that life is precious and should be valued not wasted.Then she learned about killing demons because they harmed the innocent and she has been traveling place to place destroying them,while searching for her sister.

other:very swift and fast,afraid of being alone and dark spaces

Name: Draizer
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race/Species: demi-god
Combat Role: Assault and stealth combat
Weapon: When attacking dual wields either two Desert Eagles or two katanas. Also can fight with one if he feels like it. While in stealth Stealth Recon Scout (SRS) is his weapon of choice (which is a bolt rifle)
Appearance: A very tall,black haired with strands of yellow hair,hellish red eyes and a scar over his left eye,well built(by that i mean he looks and is strong xD).He is 6'3
Personality: Usually lazy,unless somebody mentions fighting/killing then he gets all "fired up". Aggressive when somebody insults him,way more then usual at least,but also is very kind to girls and won't hurt him unless they are the first to do something in that matter.
Backstory: He lived as an outcast most of his life(well 21 years of it) because he was a demi-god,people did not accept him which led him to being alone and finally leaving his home town. His mother died on his birth and he is yet to meet his father who he wants to exact revenge upon for giving him such a harsh life.He had a big sister who disappeared after his 15-th birthday and to this day he has been tracking her. Draizer is very cruel when it comes to combat because he executes enemy's in the most painful ways leading to people not even wanting to say "hi" to him.(hmmm i may add her as a character later on)
Other:Also he has a few elemental powers which he is always trying to suppress so that he doesn't get even more violent.

Bump,is this rp gonna get live anytime soon?

agreed ive been waiting and i think this could be an interesting rp but it has to get rolling

Same here :l

No, hunter, that is not how roleplays work.

The CREATOR of the roleplay should be the one to start. And quite frankly, you shouldn't even be here, or in any roleplay for that matter.

Also, I'm not even here to join or do anything otherwise productive, I just feel like mocking you and your inexperience for my amusement.

Hey guys. Hope I can still sign up.
Name: Kurayami
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Combat role: Tank

Weapon: an enchanted greatsword, which doubles as his shield, that can summon water from the air.

Appearance: He is about 6' 2, with a well built frame, not overly muscle-bound, but not scrawny.
He has jet black hair and very odd eyes. At any given moment, they could be any color, from black to red to white to gold. It changes randomly. Just an odd quirk, nothing that affects his combat.
He almost always wears a pure white cloak that protects him from the elements.
Under this cloak is a suit of half-plate armor, crafted for him by elves to be remarkably resilient.

Personality: quiet around new people. He is very reserved until he gets to know you and warms up to you. Then he is highly outgoing and cheerful.
He believes in chivalry, and will always honor his word and protect the weak.
He is honest and blunt, however, not hiding his opinion. In the past, he has been thrown out of a war council for calling his superior's idea "a remarkable leap into the realm of stupidity".
He does not take attacks on his or his friends' honor very well, often challenging the offender to a duel to save honor.

Backstory: at the age of 2, his parents, both high ranking members of nobility, abandoned him in the middle of a vast forest. Luckily, a group of elves found him and raised them as one of their own, even going so far as to teach him the secrets of water magic.
From an early age, Kurayami was fascinated by tales such as those of Arthur and the Round Table, and dreamed of becoming a knight.
One day, on his 14th birthday, he got his wish. The elves brought him before the city's Order of Knights, where he was tested and succeeded in becoming a squire.
For years, he practiced, trained, and honed his skills with blade and magic, until his 23rd birthday, when he was summoned again before the Order, where he was knighted by his father, who had risen to Head of the Council.
His adoptive parents were there as well, to give him his armor and blade.
Many years later...
Kurayami was 26, and had risen to the rank of Captain.
He was living comfortably, but he still sometimes yearned for the forests of his youth.
While out on a routine patrol, his squad was ambushed by demon-worshippers.
Their magic overwhelmed his group, and all but Kurayami were killed.
The cultists left Kurayami for dead.
When he woke up and realized what happened, he left the knighthood behind, instead becoming a demon hunter.
He still seeks out those cultists to this day.

Other: he has some strength in water/ice magic.
He also has an unexplainable weak spot for things that are soft, cute, and fluffy, such as kittens.

Y'know, I think I might take back what I said about not joining.

However, I need to know the answer to one question.
Can I play as a demon? Because if so, then I have the perfect character.

(Hell, I'll even put up with hunter if he by some twist of fate makes it in. So long as he doesn't commit an RP sin, anyway.)