Nephilim (M)

[Cenodoxus]

Man, there´s nothing without dragons or animé characters in the sign-up boards these days.

Oh, right. WARNING: Nephilim is marked as M due to strong language and violence, as well as disturbing imagery, religious references and possible situations of a sexual nature. All of the aforementioned maladies may or may not contain underage characters, because I am just that twisted.

Alrighty then...

The lark´s on the branch.

The snail´s on the thorn.

God is in His Heaven,

And all is right with the World.

N E P H I L I M​

Nothing is completely pure. Nothing is completely contaminated. That is the Way of the World, an endless sansara of senseless tragedy and momentary bliss. In the delicate scale where billions of lives struggle to hold to their fleeting existence, from the most unnoticeable of vermin to the proud human, where the hues of values once denominated as good or evil have morphed and blended through the ages into indistinguishable shades of grey, there are only the gifts of the intangible, the thousand-named and thousand-faced Prescence, and the will to use them for selfish purposes.

And yet, the World is only a battlefield of life; a battlefield for life, for the violent, chaotic glory that it means to kill in order to continue existing.

But the Way of the World is of the World only. Above and under it, in an alternate dimension bound to ours like light and shadow, but never touching at all, exist the two organisms that wage war over every human, every animal and every insignificant living being that there ever was, is, or will be.

They are known, popularly, as Heaven and Hell.

And yet they are very different to how the unsuspecting human may imagine them. Heaven is, indeed, the epitome of purity, the only formation that is absolutely and undoubdtedly clean. Inversely, Hell is the culmination of all that is impious, and sinks in writhing sorrow and churning filth.

These are, however, simply forces that would find themselves pointless and contradictory if the other did not exist. And thus they have always existed, always battled, and always to the death. It has never been any different, or so at least everyone is informed.

Everybody who inhabits either of the two otherworlds knows the story of the grand seven, the pure, the beautiful, the graceful. Comparable to the mythical Angels, these beings reigned over Heaven and were second only to the absolute will of the place itself, self-aware and sentient, dealing punishment to humans who refused to abide by celestial law, guiding those who complied into a place of eternal beauty, and keeping the screams and pleas of Hell at bay.

You used to be one of them. In some remote corner of your memory, at the bottom of your deepest mental lagoon, you have vague memories of a time where happiness never ended, and pain had no place in life. You would look down at Earth, pitying and questioning the foolish actions of people, their barbaric instincts and their always more impressive ways to offend the Creation. In fact, you may remember how entertaining it was to look at Earth, how you could stay for eons watching their choices, their grief, in a place where there was no time or aging, and how fond you grew of them.

You grew so fond of them, that eventually something very strange occurred.

One fine day, a lesser Angel who you were barely acquainted with, known as Samael, decided to do the unthinkable; venture out of Heaven, and into the strange dimension of intermingling light and darkness, the universe, and the World. The entirety of Heaven was shocked--the population of Hell was amused--by this incredible choice, and watched his descent, from an all-powerful, unchangeable and pure Angel to a human form, to a mere sinner.

The reason behind this madness, as they soon learned, was Samael´s heretic fondness for a human, which drove all other Angels into chaos.

While all of Heaven spat on Samael´s memory, and mocked his every action, despised his every sin, you looked on secretly, intrigued by the angel´s life. You began to grow progressively more, and more fond of humans. Of the possibility of entering that realm where not everything is good. The World where one has the right to bleed.

Meanwhile, Samael´s fate did not go well. While he had been stripped of the use of his angelic powers, the configuration for his original race, the DNA of an otherwordly being, was still intact. The manifestation of these rogue strands, which were sometimes uncontrollable due to the unfortunate Samael not being used to being surrounded by so much evil, soon found the attention of neighbors and passerby. Eventually, Samael´s lover, the very person for whom he had given everything, was too daunted to remain at his side, and disappeared from his mortal life.

Calls and concerns regarding the strange young man soon reached the ears of the government. Thoroughly interested, it rapidly took action. One night, the fallen angel vanished into thin air, never to be seen or heard of again.

Samael had been taken to an underground research facility functioning under the secret division of the government known as Scorpio, which focuses entirely on new possibilities for military warfare. Samael´s impressive demonstrations of power, while uncontrollable and sporadic, were certainly worth looking into.

After a few years in government imprisonment, he was sacrificed for the sake of the project, and conducted autopsy on in order to see what was so different about this boy.

Unfortunately for the government, the situation around the cadaver became too high-profile to be kept in the same location for a long while without the possibility of information being leaked. Thus, the majority of it had to be disposed of, while seven of Samael´s organs were kept in preservation and transferred to the largest Scorpio facility operating in China.

Unlike the rest of Heaven, some screaming ´good riddance´ and others condemning the fallen angel´s soul to the depths of Hell, you grieved for the life and death of Samael, and felt his loss. It was a feeling like nothing that you had experience before; it was not happiness. It was quite the opposite, and at that instant, you became determined to feel it again.

You descended secretly to Earth, along with the other great six, and the outcry from both Heaven and Hell was like nothing that had occurred before; earthquakes shook the planet, storms ravaged the surface and humans waged war mindlessly for a short age. The desperate grief of Heaven and the howling laughter of Hell were equally tremendous.

With melancholy, but resolution, Heaven itself condemned you all to an existence outside of Heaven, Hell, or Earth´s reaches, as a substantial soul, retaining your powers but being unable to use them. However, as the highest entity in celestial retribution, you saw this coming, and formed a link to the only angelic matter on the planet--Samael´s seven remaining organs. You formed a pact, to wage war against an unjust god for as long as it was possible, and you arranged to be born on Earth from Samael´s remains.

***​

Fifteen Earth years have passed since then. The Chinese Scorpio was evidently surprised to see fetuses developing from old organs, and yet it preserved them with great care and through the help of surrogate mothers, genetic engineering and a full team of qualified doctors, you were born into this bloody world. A dormant angel, waiting to be awakened.

Scorpio did not lose its chance with you. It was evident that the descendants of Samael had the same incredible abilities that he did, but since Heaven did not strip you of your strength, only put it to sleep in the depths of your soul, you soon surpassed your origin, from a very tender age.

Since then Scorpio has trained you in the use of weaponry and the honing of your powers. It has been your mother and your father, and your trainers and doctors have been the only humans you have seen in your entire life aside from the other six. Developing at different rates and with different personalities, you are all, nevertheless, beautiful and lethal.

The organization has big plans for you. It intends to harvest your alien DNA and implant it on Chinese soldiers, making the country´s army the most powerful in the entire world by far, and turning you into the leader of their death legion, along with your brothers and sisters. Soon, your training will be completed, and you will be ripe for harvest.

But this is not the way of your angelic, albeit fallen, core. It screams and struggles to break free, pleading for rebellion, for absolute freedom and chaotic war against the heavenly, not the human.

And, still unknown to you, tomorrow you will awaken fully. Your powers, your true, twisted, beautiful form, your past and your intentions, will be revealed, and you will destroy Scorpio´s facilities in order to enter the world as an angel of death, as a glorious claimer of souls willing to fight with every fiber in you for a haven where one has the right to bleed.

But it will not be easy. The government will send elite agents to retrieve you, and knowing of your powers, they will not hesitate to use maximum force regardless of your apparent age. The sad eye of Heaven will rest its gaze upon you, judging you for your actions and preparing to counter your attempts. Who knows? Perhaps hell will participate in this tirade. But you respond to no party, may it be angelic, human, or demonic. You only answer to your yourself, and to your brethen, left alone in a battle for bliss and suffering.

You are a Nephilim.

SIGN-UPS​

NOTE: As of now, there are no free places, but some may soon open up. Watch this space.

As the plot above overexaggeratedly explains, you are a Nephilim expulsed from Heaven for your fondness of human sin, and now fight against your realm in an attempt to create a world of both lightness and suffering, like Earth, which you can inhabit comfortably. Throw a secret government organization, the denizens of hell and plot twists right and left into the mix, and we have an RPG.

Before anything else I must say that my RPG standards are pretty high for this one. If you participated or looked at Assassins, then you may have a pretty good idea of this. I don´t particularly enjoy being elitist or b.itchy, but sign-ups without even the decency to, say, use capitals will not even be looked at seriously.

Now then, enough late-night rambling. On to the actual thing.

Each angel was driven to leave Heaven for a particular sin which he/she grew particularly fond of. This sin should figure heavily in your character´s personality and will also be important to the story later on. As you can also guess, this means that there are seven (and no more than seven) slots for character sign-ups, and I am obviously taking one. It is probable that this won´t change, but just maybe I may accept demons, angels or government agents at a later point. If all goes well.

LIST OF SINS

Lust - Taken by RaZoR LeAf
Greed - Reserved for Tempus Fugit
Gluttony - Taken by Literate
Pride - Taken by Eeveeking929
Sloth - Taken by Endarkened_Gardevoir
Envy - Taken by Jellybeans
Wrath - Taken by Cenodoxus

Yes, they´re the seven deadly sins! Ha, and you thought only FMA could pull that off.

This is the actual sign-up sheet. If you´re having trouble making out some part of it, you may want to scroll over to my character sign-up, which should help make things clear for you. If you still don´t understand something about it, or any other part of the RPG, please do not hesitate to ask me. I´m not that creepy.

Name: Scorpio only refers to you with a combination of numbers; they´re a charming bunch. This should be your true angelic name, which you will remember a day after the RPG begins. Super special bonus points if it is an actual angel name, but this isn´t obligatory.
Title: This is a title that you were given as an angel. The format should be "God´s _____", and should go with your overall character. Examples include "God´s Mercy", "God´s Wisdom" and "God´s Judgment".
Age: Fifteen years have passed since you were born, but all Nephilim have developed both physically and mentally at different rates than each other. Tell us your exterior age.
Gender: Boy, it´s always hard to explain this one...
Sin: The sin that you committed, causing your descent.
Physical Description: Just because you are in China doesn´t mean you have to be Chinese--you can be of any ethnicity, as you are a fallen angel. What is the relevance of this? Well Heaven has to be multiracial, otherwise it wouldn´t be very PC. One thing to mention is that you may have any hair or eye colors, and all nephilim are uncannily beautiful and of natural grace. Keep that in mind. Once you break out into the outerworld, you will be able to pick your clothes, but for now, Scorpio´s fabulous sense of fashion, mainly consisting of blank shirts, shorts and shoes, will have to do.
Personality: The majority of your personality has been built through your time on Earth, and this is what you should reflect in this section. Nevertheless, there are two important features from your previously angelic existence that remain in your psyche: first, your tendency to commit the particular sin that caused your fall, and second, your instinct of rebellion.
Modus Operandi: Each Nephilim was trained differently. Perhaps you were trained for stealth, and specialize in spying, quiet movement and silent executions. Maybe your specialty is close combat, and you know all manners of martial arts as well as dominate bladed weapons. Perhaps you are a sniper, destined to preside over the battlefield and execute targets from above with deadly accuracy. You will be able to take a couple weapons from Scorpio before breaking out, so state which, too.
True Form: This measly human frame is most certainly not the full extent of your powers. During moments of extreme stress or emotion, the angelic DNA within you will awaken fully and violently, prompting you to morph into an impressive, otherworldly being with incredible abilities. Describe your true form here, and what you can do while in it. A couple of pointers: they should be grotesque. I don´t want catgirls or handsome demons, you´re already a pretty good-looking human damnit. It should be something that humans have never seen before. Second, your transformation isn´t by any means magical, meaning that if it is big, it will most likely rip your clothes apart, and when you return to normal form, you will most likely be butt-naked. Nothing to do about it.
Finally, true forms consume lots of energy and in the beginning of the RPG will only be accessed casually and for very short amounts of time, leaving the character exhausted afterwards.

...And that´s it! Here´s the template without lengthy descriptions so you can copy/paste it.

Name:
Title:
Age:
Gender:
Sin:
Physical Description:
Personality:
Modus Operandi:
True Form:

Now, my sign-up...

Name: Zeruel
Title: God´s Silence
Gender: Male
Age: 13
Sin: Wrath
Physical Description: As one of the youngest and, therefore, most innocent looking of the ill-fated nephilim, Zeruel is oft called adorable for his large, reflective blue eyes, soft, fair skin and pitch black hair, which falls neatly in bangs all around him as if by nature. While he has been trained like every other member of the seven, he still remains rather tender when compared to his brothers and sisters, and at first glance nobody would possibly be able to guess the dystopia that lives within him. Zeruel is found at the back of his group most of the time, and is one of least expressive of the bunch, making him a little brother to be protected in the eyes of some of his siblings. Nevertheless, he is brutal as he is frail. Zeruel likes to wear long clothes and often several layers of them, regardless of climate.
Personality: His appearance is extremely deceptive. While the majority of the time he depicts the epitome of innocence, being absolutely clueless about the ways of people, he is delighted by the primal instinct of violence present in every living being. Watching decapitations, torture, or any other kind of physical suffering made him giggle with bliss like a child watching his favorite cartoon show when he was an angel. Not in vain was he in charge of leading hopeless souls to Hell. Furthermore, he was one of the first angels to rebel against Heaven, and actually convinced some of the others to follow him in his bloody crusade. Zeruel, however, is not cruel by definition, because he doesn´t understand the notion of inflicting suffering. He loves all of the other Nephilim dearly and would never dare raise a hand against them, and surely he would feel remorse if he were ever to hurt one of his brothers. However, he is absolutely dettached from all other forms of life--he doesn´t comprehend that humans, animals, and other organisms live and suffer like him. Consequently, he is delightful and kind, like a child, but like a child who plays with toys of flesh and bone instead of tin and plastic.
Modus Operandi: Scorpio exploited both Zeruel´s dettachment from taking other lives and eagle-eye accuracy to make him their top marksman. While he can hit any form of target from afar, Zeruel´s main strength relies in the shock factor. When a child walks into a room, especially one as harmless-looking as Zeruel, nobody expects him to be shooting heads at point-black range with frightening deftness and speed, often wiping rooms clean of enemies before they can even raise their own weapons. While he will usually keep his distance from foes due to the nature of the weapons that he uses, Zeruel will often linger around the battlefield long after things are over, smiling over the bloody corpses that litter the floor. He´s real cute.
He plans to take a Magnum and a machine gun from Scorpio, as they are his favorite projectile arms.
True Form: Zeruel´s true form is generally considered as deeply disturbing. He liberates all of his inner darkness and relish for death and materializes it perfectly, always gravitating at the center of the chaos. The main form is vaguely humanoid--a dark mass, smelling of rancid corpses, with a very protruberant lower jaw and jagged, differently-sized teeth. The majority of the upper head is bandaged and bloody, but one green, wide eye stares out at its victims. Its long arms become wider at the forearms, with gigantic claws stained by blood. Along its back are bloody stumps of white feathers, as if three pairs of wings had been ripped off of it by force. The form has several small arms under its main ones, and the entire body is composed of thousands of screaming, wailing human faces, blackened completely, crying for help even at this advanced stage of decomposition. It has no true lower body, as it simply ends in a large puddle of shadows and twisted expressions.
Through the torso of the abomination a sword has been impaled, long and evidently still sharp. This form´s main skill involves taking the sword out of its own body and using it in the form of a shapeless shadow traveling across the floor. In this discrete form, it can stab the shadows of others with its sword, instantly killing them.

Well. Have fun!

 

[RaZoR LeAf]

Interesting. Disturbing in some places (like your True Form .. *shudder*) but on the whole, an excellent RPG, the likes of which has not been seen here for a long time. May I request a reservation on Lust? No worries if you don't want to hold spots.

 

[Endarkened_Gardevoir]

Name: Semiel
Title: God's Clarity
Age: 19
Gender: Perfers to be called Male, though actually it's a hermaphrodite (Both male and female.)
Sin: Sloth
Physical Description: Semiel has extremely long for a male, pure blood red hair that he/it usually wears up in a combination of topknot and braid. If cut, it always grows back quickly no matter how often or short it's cut. His/its eyes are distinctly inhuman, giving most people cause for alarm, as they are pure silver with a ring of ever shifting and changing colors around both the pupil and the outer ring of the colored part. In contast, his/its skin is black, not a dark brown, but BLACK, and it's/he's fairly tall and well built. Semiel likes wearing whatever he/it can find, wether it's a t-shirt and jeans or some girl's wedding dress, just so long as it's NOT black.
Personality: Lazy. Extremely lazy. If breathing wasn't mandatory to keep him/it alive wouldn't do it lazy. Semiel is the last one out of bed, the last one into training, the last one in for meals, the last one to leave. He/it can be goaded to move faster if threatened with his/its video game priveliges being revoked (usually to the screams of 'NO! MY GAMECUBE/XBOX!'), and will actually complete his missions and training sessions fairly fast for an excuse to be glued to the T.V. and game systems drooling over his/its latest pixalated crush. If not forced to move or have much expected from it/him, Semiel is very sweet natured, but inclined to play pranks and hide the higher authorities plans, instructions, or items and do it HIS/ITS way.
Modus Operandi: Despite his inherit laziness and occasional rebellious cat and mouse games, Scorpio's use for Semiel is simple and straightforward. He's their assassin, the one called on to walk into an important man's rooms, kill him, and walk away without being noticed. The strangling wire and the dagger are Semiel's weapons of choice, hand to hand and poison as well, though he/it perfers killing his/its victims so that their blood runs down its/his hands. Because of his/its laziness and desire to do it right the first time so that he/it doesn't have to deal with unpleasant second tries, nothing gets away from it/him once he/it loops its/his wires around their throats.
He plans to take his strangling wires, his daggers, and a bottle of potassium cyanide from Scorpio when he/it leaves.
True Form: Semiel... Semiel's not that hard to miss. In fact, you have to be blind to miss it/him in this form. Still lazy, and now fairly slow moving too, Semiel resembles a nightmare combination of human, dragon, and something that might have claimed avian heritage at one point. At 17 feet, Semiel's form is vaguely humanoid, with a large, heavy horned head that has a mane of bloody feathers that frame a heavy black scaled face that looks mostly human save for the slit pupiled silver eyes and heavy fangs twisting the mouth. Three sets of wings adorn the back of it, the upper heavy black dragon wings, the middle bloody feathered wings, the last pair nothing but bones still connected by strands of sinew and tissue. The body is usually dressed in the tatters of whatever clothing Semiel was wearing when he shifted, and consists of a bulky, brick outhouse build torso with black and red scales, long, triple jointed arms with webbed and taloned hands, and heavy, bird like legs that have three huge, thick claws on them much like an ostriches. Semiel follows his/its enemies/victims energy patterns instead of actually chasing them by sight, and perfers to simply whack their heads off with a swipe or land on them and break their backs and necks as opposed to chasing them all over the place.

 

[Cenodoxus]

RaZoR LeAf - Ohh, I´m quite happy that you found Zeruel´s true form to be disturbing. I was afraid it wouldn´t be creepy enough. In any case, thanks for the compliment. I´ll reserve Lust for you, but please try to get your sign-up in during the next couple of days, at the latest.

Endarkened_Gardevoir - That was a nice way to handle Sloth, and a pretty original character submission all in all. Accepted! The idea of simply sitting on victims during your true form is great. Oh, and just as an aside, you can simply refer to Semiel as ´it´, regardless of whether ´it´ happens to look male, but that is really your choice.

 

[Hexagram]

Name: Dyvra
Title: God’s Intelligence
Age: 21
Gender: Woman (I’m actually a guy)
Sin: Greed (for power) She got so greedy she tried to become equal to God in terms of power.
Physical Description: Dyvra is 9’9”, and is covered in muscle. Her skin is pitch black, and she has long golden hair. Her eyes are completely white. She is also noted for being busty among the nephilim. She usually goes at the middle of the group, in a theory that is everyone else surrounds her, she will be the most protected. She always wears short clothes, as she likes being cold.

Personality: Along with her greed for everything (sex, money, power) and rebellious nature, Dyvra has a few other defining traits. First off, she is smart, and opportunistic. She is also very sneaky, and is often reluctant to share her dark secrets. Due to her life on Earth, she is also kind… to the Nephilim. She is indifferent to Scorpio, but if they go through with the plans, she will, along with her brothers and sisters, try to murder Scorpio. She is also very sadistic, and loves seeing her explosions kill so many. She also loves technology, and ist technology savvy.

Modus Operandi: Dyvra was trained to be a sneaky warrior, always running and shooting. She was also trained in genocide, and uses her skills to swiftly kill thousands of people if needed. She is basically the “nuke”, as she kills thousands instead of just one. She oft uses a nuke(minature)-loaded super-fast bazooka, biologically enhanced grenades, a Molotov-cocktail launching boomerang, and a specially made double-sided saber. The blades are made of light, and can extend as far as Dyvra wants. She will take these when she escapes.

True Form: Dyvra’s true form is a giant, golden, grotesque spectacle of apocalyptic energy and mindset. The top part of her is her torso, but with some changes. The face is a glowing gold skull. The eyes are filled with black and white energy, which can be shot. Her hair is a long bunch of spiked, soul-sucking whips. The lower jaw is a pool of lava filled with unmeltable rocky spikes. Next to her neck on both sides is a dragon head absolutely identical to the other. These heads are made of mangled corpses of saints (their souls are in Heaven). The eyes are huge, swirling white holes, or white black holes. Their mouths are filled with holes running through their head, and are filled with various torture/execution methods. In the center of the lower part of the mouth is a pool of acid with electricity coursing through it. The fangs are the worst sinners, and no matter how many times they are dipped in, all they feel is being melted and electrocuted. They never actually melt in the acid. Her torso is half huge robotic structure, the other half an apocalyptic plain filled with mines and other weapons. I’ll go into more detail about them. The robotic half is a huge structure. It has horrible cables, and they transport victims to horrible virtual worlds where they are continuously drowned in a sea of viruses, macros, bots and hacks. In the center is a pentagram. In the center of that is a giant cannon that launches ghostly, silent, invisible nukes. This half looks like a data chip revealed, and the many veins are covered. Inside is a world with no air, so people have no oxygen, and continuously undergo explosions of their body, only to have to undergo it again and again. The only non-robotic thing about the lower half is her breasts. They are sealed cages with bars amde of liquid helium. These cages are gas chambers for anyone she fells like it. The only problem is, they never die! So they continually suffocate on the various gases for eternity.

The natural frame, as I said before is a bomb filled apocalyptic wasteland. All over it are flaming pits of torture that are just like hell. People of all moralities are tortured here by legions of horrible monsters. Each pit has 666 levels, each worst than the last. Sometimes, digitized victims will be sent here. Since the skull can fully turn around, it often watches the pits for sadistic pleasure. The ail of this beast is a long trail of writhing souls, being tortured even as sprits. On the end is a gruesome representation of the sins of the three monotheistic religions. The Magen David, the center is a mound of starved, diseased, disabled people getting the Ten Commandments continuously carved in to them by some unknown force. The crucifix on top is made of diamond. On it is a conveyor belt, with thousands of people getting skinned alive and getting their limbs ripped off and reattached somehow. The Islam symbols on the sides are fields of war, and people are forced to wage suicide war against each other on both.Remember, almost everything, unless specified, is golden, and when Dyvra transforms, people may be temporarily blinded.[

 

[Mikuru-chan]

Name: Constance
Title: God's Consequences
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Sin: Envy
Physical Description: Constance is a young girl with a tendency to be judged on her looks. Her appearence is much like a sheet of notebook paper, and nothing short of a vexation. Gaunt, pale, and frail, those hints are why she is described that way. Deceptive freckles trim the edges, just below her drab coffee eyes. With them, the pupil of it seems abnormal, only in light may the questioner see it is actually the coffee color, though not a liberal pupil altogether. Albino-shaded hair nearly ebbs to her shoulders and currently in the position of unkempt and disheveled. Curls grace her appearance, left and right into ringletted one. A hairpiece that wraps around her graces her neck and frames the face, while upholding her chin-length bangs. Constance likes wearing clothes that are quite revealing and mothers would shun for for this.

Personality: Constance has always had a little quirk, which is being an insane one. When she sees someone, or something, that she adores, she has to get it. An extreme girl when it comes to loving, she knows lots of terms that are inappropriate. If you don't like her or if she is jealous, Constance will probably tie you up gag you and proceed on with her bidding. In way she is insane is that she loves seeing the sight of blood, and is quite a sadist. Constance is always jealous of everything, your hair, clothes, your lover. Constance is rude, and doesn't take crap from anyone. Only a bit kind to her brothers and sisters. No one knows if the feeling is mutual.

Modus Operandi: Constance was trained in being fast and swift. Though not always killing the person in one hit. Constance likes to take it a bit slower. Her usual weapon of choice is sacks of poison she keeps with her always. Also, with those there are elixirs and potions too. Constance is a medical kind of fighter. If one wants the job done faster, this will be the job for Constance's throwing stars. They are onyx in color and made of the finest of steel. The shape is of a pattern of a snowflake, though sharp and deadly. Along with her banishing Constance has brought many sacks of poison, elixirs, etc. And also her throwing stars.

True Form: A disgusting creature, people might say, has rose from the insane Constance. Now she looks much like the spawn of a dragon and a Cerberus. All in all, the form is a 15 foot dragon with three heads. The first head is the one that brings healing, it is a dull fuchsia color though looking like it has melted a bit, the hair on her head is a platinum color and flows down. The second head, specializes in ice, even freezing. The description of this head looks a crystal color and has raven hair, though only a few inches. It has seals written all over its body that look much like ink. The third one is the most grotesque, it specializes in swordsmanship and carries a red, sturdy, whip in it mouth, capable of killing them with one swipe. It likes like ghosts of the ones he killed are in a line right behind him. Its figure looks completely melted and disgusting. There is no hair on this dragon. When the form is gone, Constance winds up bare naked. All the heads specialize in one thing, and can prove to be a deadly combination. Though it is not as scary as the apocolypse, it can prove to be a ghostly sight to those who see it.

 

[RaZoR LeAf]

Name: Camael
Title: God's Heart
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sin: Lust

Physical Description: While the others have all gained qualities that put them at an advantage in battle, intrusion or have commodities that Scorpio consider useful, Camael appears to the most handsome looking of all seven. Chisled jaw, perfect smooth skin, hair that refuses to look anything less than perfect. It would be a stretch to say he wasn't a modern day Adonis(*). He exudes self-confidence, and when he opens his mouth, the words of others fall on deaf ears as all home in on his silky seductive tones. For a man who's spent his life in a plain standard issue uniform, nothing less than the most stylish clothing will do. Handcrafted, silk, whatever it takes to look good.

Personality: Through observations of the people who 'raised' him, Camael came to know a driving force of human kind up close and personal. Sexual attraction was rife amongst the mixture of men and women in the facility, while sexual harassment went mostly unnoticed. His resulting adoration for members of either sex has left him some what cold to the concept of love itself, while his desire for nothing but unbridled passion is overwhelming. His sense of rebellion comes into his morals, or rather lack of when it comes to sex. It's not that he doesn't care for other people, just that what they might feel doesn't directly affect him.

Modus Operandi: To say Camael is without any skills would be selling him short. He's not an expert in combat, but he can get information out of anything with a pulse. Seduction is one of the lesser forms of information extraction, but it works when done properly. Admittedly, Camael usually takes it a little too far and has to deal with the after effects of his conquests tracking him down, but his track record proves his got the skills where it counts. Camael is also well versed in the art of 'Sleight of Hand'. Nobody notices him slipping a pill into a drink, or palming a wallet from a jacket.

Scorpio doesn't have the sort of equipment that would help Camael all that much, but he did manage to steal several ID cards from different ranking members in the facility.

True Form: Growing to approximately eight foot, Camael becomes a skeletal dargonic/arachnid like creature. Two pairs of long double jointed legs prop up a skeletal thorax, which acts as a cage for a powerful red flame that reeks of sulphur. The ribcage is forced open, a massive black heart pumping away, held in place by intertwining barbed wire. Again, two pairs of double jointed arms, with two fingers and a thumb (again skeletal) give it huge reach. A huge spinal cord runs down it's back and tapers off as a stinger at the end of the thorax. It's head, at the end o a long neck is that of a dragon's skull, bearing massive ram horns giving it a truly satanic appearance. That's not counting the endless fire it can summon from it's cage, fire that nothing has shown resistance to.


* Assuming 'Adonis' was just a word not based on a Greek god, which I doubt exists in the frame of this RPG, but the comparison should still stand.

 

[Eeveeking929]

That is one SWEET plotline. I especially like the true form thing. It rocks! You can count me in.

Name:Nathaniel
Title: God's Mercy
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Sin: Pride (the worst of them all.)

Physical Description: Nathaniel pure white hair is usually kept very short, usually just short enough to be able to frame his dark red eyes, almost a blood red (bear in mind I started coming up with this when I saw the list of sins and thought, ooh, I'll pick wrath.) He is pretty tall for his apparent age, and is also very lean. Even though he doesn't actually need them, Nathaniel tends to wear glasses, believing they give him an air of wisdom and intelligence. As a rule, Nathaniel tends to wear more comfortable clothes, but he will never allow himself to fall behind fashion. The one thing he always keeps the same is a long black coat, which he'll swipe from one of the guys from Scorpio on the way out.

Personality: Nathaniel is very polite to people, and can often be very generous, but he is incapable of performing a selfless act. Everything he does, be it beating up a bully or (hypothetically) stopping a robbery, everything Nathaniel does is for the greater glory of Nathaniel. Even when he rebelled against Heaven, it was all for him, and he didn't care at all about the rest of them. Nathaniel despises Scorpio, and always has, constantly trying to find a way to keep them at bay. He takes great pride in his pride itself, so really there is no end to it.

Modus Operandi: Nathaniel is well trained in swords, knifes, and basically all manner of close range weaponry, alon with basic martial arts. His weapons include an ancient Japanese katana, a pair of brass knuckles in his pockets,and several knifes hidden in various places. He keeps his hands resting on the knuckles in his pockets most of the time.

True Form: In his true form, Nathaniel's body becomes similar to a skeleton's, with 4 insect like legs made of bone and a large bone spike in the place of it's left arm. He becomes slightly larger, growing to about 6'4", mainly due to the growing of it's large excess legs. The torso remains about the same size growing only enough to rip his shirt off, but his jacket still fits. It's legs and left spike are very long and sharp, the arm able to cut through just about anything, and the legs able to pierce walls, allowing him to climb them. It's head has the structure of a wolf's, but it's nothing more than a skull with eyes, with extremely sharp daggerlike teeth and a sharp pointed nose. It also has many weapons made of solid bone, ranging from a large sword to an enourmous club sporting a skull on the top, which it pulls out of it's large enclosed chest cavity.

Edit: I'm in the process of changing my true form, so don't judge me yet, please.

Edit (again): Okay, now it's done.

 

[Literate]

This sounds interesting, really interesting. I saw Assassins before (wanted to join but didn't think I was good enough). So, em, may you reserve the last spot, Gluttony, for me? I have a really good idea for it. Thank you. ^^

-Lit

 

[Cenodoxus]

darkbradlor: Overall, your sign-up is good, but there are a few problems with it. First and foremost, your character has way too many weapons and they´re way too powerful. Portable nuclear warheads? I´d rather not. The extending light swords are also over the top. You need to tone her down in that respect.

The True Form shares a similar problem. While I applaud the effort, symbolism and thought that it clearly shows, I´m assuming that this thing is...ridiculously huge? Between a skyscraper and a small mountain? I guess I could accept that, but only if the form was largely immobile--only the head and probably arms should be able to move, and very sluggishly. And at the end of the transformation, Dyvra should be entirely exhausted, probably passed out. Of course, you´ll have to keep your character´s capabilities in check during the entire RPG, if this is any indication.

Once these things are cleared up, however, your character is fine. The height and skin color will be hard to conceal, but hey.

Jellybeans: You mention Constance´s mother--Constance has no ´mother´, she developed from Samael´s organs. Furthermore, there´s some odd grammar sprinkled all over your sign-up...fix the two of them, and maintain these standards in the RPG, and you´re in. The character herself is pretty nice, and liking Rozen Maiden is always a plus.

RaZoR LeAf: Nice character. I actually can´t find much wrong with him, and it´s as original an approach as one can take with Lust. Certainly approved. I like the symbolism in your True Form, or perhaps I´m reading too much into things...

Eeveeking929: Nathaniel´s personality has little more going for it than selfishness and pride, but since he is after all supposed to be a selfless ´tard, I guess that it´s a valid way to tackle it. Overall, I like the character submission, but you´re powerplaying with all those weapons. I say take either the katana or the axe out of his arsenal.

Literate: Alright, reserved. I await your sign-up in the following two days, at the latest.

NOTE: Everyone who was not approved has a couple days to edit their sign-ups. If after editting them, I still don´t think they´re worthy of approval, you will have lost your chance to participate.

 

[RaZoR LeAf]

I did a project on the Seven Deadly Sins when I was in Univeristy, so I'd done a fair bit of research into them. I check up on them, and saw that the punishment for Lust, was to be smothered in fire and brimstone. So i converted that into the flames of the true form. The black pulsing heart is just a little refrence to the whole love or lust thing.

 

[Hexagram]

Name: Dyvra
Title: God’s Intelligence
Age: 21
Gender: Woman (I’m actually a guy)
Sin: Greed (for power) She got so greedy she tried to become equal to God in terms of power.
Physical Description: Dyvra is 9’9”, and is covered in muscle. Her skin is pitch black, and she has long golden hair. Her eyes are completely white. She is also noted for being busty among the nephilim. She usually goes at the middle of the group, in a theory that is everyone else surrounds her, she will be the most protected. She always wears short clothes, as she likes being cold.

Personality: Along with her greed for everything (sex, money, power) and rebellious nature, Dyvra has a few other defining traits. First off, she is smart, and opportunistic. She is also very sneaky, and is often reluctant to share her dark secrets. Due to her life on Earth, she is also kind… to the Nephilim. She is indifferent to Scorpio, but if they go through with the plans, she will, along with her brothers and sisters, try to murder Scorpio.
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Modus Operandi: Dyvra was trained to be a sneaky warrior, always running and shooting. She was also trained in genocide, and uses her skills to swiftly kill thousands of people if needed. She is basically the “nuke”, as she kills thousands instead of just one. She oft uses a special machine gun. It is portable but the bullets, which it fires 666 at a time with rapid speed, are special. First, they are silent. Second, they are tiny. They work by entering the body. Once in the victim’s body, the nuclear elements inside the grenade fuse, and the fusion explosion destroys the person(and only the person). In addition, once locked, the bullets will home on the person until detonation. She also uses biologically enhanced grenades (not as much). She will take these when she escapes.

True Form: Dyvra’s true form is a regular sized, golden, grotesque spectacle of apocalyptic energy and mindset. The way the powers of this form are used is that she uses a power to shrink her victims. Even so, she does not really move, as the telepathic powers she has in this form, and the whips, make it unnecessary to move. After morphing back, Dyvra is out cold for a few hours (aproximately 6), and she is completely nude. The top part of her is her torso, but with some changes. The face is a glowing gold skull. The eyes are filled with black and white energy, which can be shot. Her hair is a long bunch of spiked, soul-sucking whips. The lower jaw is a pool of lava filled with unmeltable rocky spikes. Next to her neck on both sides is a dragon head absolutely identical to the other. These heads are made of mangled corpses of saints (their souls are in Heaven). The eyes are huge, swirling white holes, or white black holes. Their mouths are filled with holes running through their head, and are filled with various torture/execution methods. In the center of the lower part of the mouth is a pool of acid with electricity coursing through it. The fangs are the worst sinners, and no matter how many times they are dipped in, all they feel is being melted and electrocuted. They never actually melt in the acid. Her torso is half huge robotic structure, the other half an apocalyptic plain filled with mines and other weapons. I’ll go into more detail about them. The robotic half is a huge structure. IT has horrible cables, and they transport victims to horrible virtual worlds where they are continuously drowned in a sea of viruses, macros, bots and hacks. In the center is a pentagram. In the center of that is a giant cannon that launches ghostly, silent, invisible nukes. This half looks like a data chip revealed, and the many veins are covered. Inside is a world with no air, so people have no oxygen, and continuously undergo explosions of their body, only to have to undergo it again and again.

The natural frame, as I said before is a bomb filled apocalyptic wasteland. All over it are flaming pits of torture that are just like hell. People of all moralities are tortured here by legions of horrible monsters. Each pit has 666 levels, each worst than the last. Sometimes, digitized victims will be sent here. Since the skull can fully turn around, it often watches the pits for sadistic pleasure. The tail of this beast is a long trail of writhing souls, being tortured even as sprits. On the end is a gruesome representation of the sins of the three monotheistic religions. The Magen David, the center is a mound of starved, diseased, disabled people getting the Ten Commandments continuously carved in to them by some unknown force. The crucifix on top is made of diamond. On it is a conveyor belt, with thousands of people getting their limbs ripped of and reattached somehow. The Islam symbols on the sides are fields of war, and people are forced to wage suicide war against each other on both.


I got rid of the boomerang and the light sword, and now the ubllets are radioactive and still explode, but they ARE NOT miniature nukes. I also changed the forms size to regualr, and gave her shrinking/telepathic powers to ensure the same effects. Thank you for the compliments, and dodectuple thanks in advance if I'm accepted, and the same even if I'm not.

 

[Eeveeking929]

I got rid of the axe now. Also, I figured that if he grew to three times the size of an average man, he would most likely have to lose the coat, (which is kind of my hook) so I changed that too. Is it good?

 

[Literate]

Hmm. It was hard to make it short... And even harder to make it all powerful and mind centered on only one thing. Plus I just had to have gender confusion among them. xD Hopefully, there won't be much problems.

Name: Remiel (Might be a boy’s name, but it’d be funny, if not weird that she’s named a male…)
Title: God’s Wisdom
Age: 9
Gender: Female//Male (When she was an angel, she was male, and still is male in thought. Which is why Remiel’s personality is referred to as male and Remiel’s outward appearance is female.)
Sin: Gluttony, she just likes eating, anything.

Physical Description: The smallest and youngest of all seven angels, Remiel is a perfect picture of a small gullible girl: short, innocent, and like a small glass doll that should never be manhandled. Dark silvery gray locks fall into her petite face, draping down to her shoulders and growing shorter as it reaches the back of her head, a fashion that she prefers. Her bands almost cover her solemn and usually serious slate eyes that reflect the light almost perfectly. Her skin is slightly tanned in color, yet somehow paler, really whitish skin along several lines of her legs and arms (some say it is a kind of birthmark, but Remiel doesn’t really care).

With an immaculately clean disposition, and especially flat-chested, she only looks frail but is well-built, her legs balanced and strong because her constant running. Not fat, as her sin might describe, since she only consumes high-energy food and is constantly in motion. Remiel doesn’t mind what she is to wear, but she prefers it not to be skirts or anything with the like that get in the way with her running. Because of her addiction of food, especially sweets, she always has some sort of candy in her mouth; peppermint, pocky, sugar, honey, each formed into a stick that pokes out of her mouth. Excluding the absent hyper manner, she is cute, very cute.

Personality: Remiel is a really confusing person; his mentality is contrary to his physical with a complex two-sided personality. If he ever reveals his thoughts to anyone, they’d think she’s a smart mouth, thinking she’s above everyone else with his pessimistic warnings and advanced level of speech. His mental age rivals adults, and he really doesn’t like people thinking that they could control him and tell him what to do, having a great amount of self-respect. These are the last fragments of evidence that he ever was an angel. With a disobedient rebellious streak, coupled with her superlative running skills, he pretty much can pull off the “little girl who doesn’t like being trained so she runs away, hides, and taunt Scorpio members.” Also slightly sarcastic at times, he completely disrespects anyone who sees him as annoying, stupid, a small little doll of a girl, in other words, everyone.

On the other hand, his indulgences in food and drink, and anything that he even remotely likes, have warped most of his usually firm beliefs. She can’t go a minute without sweets, and usually whines/rages for food once all the taste in her mouth is gone (which hardly happens, as he likes keeping a discreet profile and brought along a supply of miscellaneous food and making them last the longest time). He has a strange liking to anything: food, alcohol or wine (she's very alcoholic tolerate despite her age), anything that is edible, as she likes forever tasting something in her mouth. Freakily, he likes blood the most, the smell, the taste, the ebbing flow or the trickle of crimson. He also indulges in other's pain and likes torturing people so much, he'll do the honors himself. Scorpio tried to make her listen to them by making the reward food, but he usually adds more conditions such as (candy for a week and she’ll cooperate for a day). In short, Remiel is a difficult child, eh, person.

Modus Operandi: A search-and-kill job she has, mostly because of her ability to run for whenever she wants to stop, breaking only a sweat or two. Taking advantage of her overflowing amounts of energy, Scorpio trained her in speed. As a speedster and agile in her movement, she’s versatile in everything, but her main strength is bloody torture, and she loves putting people in a helpless situation in a very sick way. Restraining equipment, such as wires, knives, anything that would hurt and won’t kill, she uses. Chasing-and-capturing specializes and uses her abilities of running almost unmatched for hours on end and her passion for taunting people. Remiel’s quite efficient, but almost always refuses to do her job.
She has enough pockets for some peppermint, pocky, food, sugar (she’s ransacked the kitchen) … and some wires, knives, and needles.

True Form: Gaunt, almost starved dirty manner completely describes Remiel’s true form, a cross between a cat and a rat and is roughly about three feet tall, the only true form that is smaller than the actual person. Her true form can move either two-legged or four-legged, both forms easily efficient in running and well muscled, enough to pin down someone that weighed more than her, despite her skeletal appearance. Her facial features are much in a snide sneer as a plotting rat and her round eyes portray a glow of insanity. Tattered brown skin is stretched over a frame of a feline rodent structure, deep hollow holes that looks as if pierced by daggers; white lines marks the larger bones that stick out. Her left triangular ear was shredded to bits and the right only has its cartilage left. Rusted claws stick out from her skinny boned hands amplify the pain of when they go through fresh flesh, the sound music to her ears. Long canines drooling rancid puddles of sugary saliva protrude from her mouth, showing ravenous bearing and she might even head to bite and snap someone’s limb/s off. Small wings jut out of her back, completely stripped of feathers and skin; it left boned structures of them that are completely useless besides for decoration. A dual tail with a diamond shaped protrusion at the end act as a whip or to tie down opponents. Completely famished when Remiel is in this form, s/he possesses the desire to eat (anything that is closest to her), making her more formidable than before. She’s also more cynical, almost losing his mind.



If the concept is too confusing, I’ll change it into all female pronouns.

Hopefully, it's acceptable, kind of anyway. Anything I'll be willing to edit.

-Lit

 

[Cenodoxus]

I do apologize for the lateness. Crazy laptop...

Jellybeans - Okay, you´ve removed what I had problems with. Approved.

darkbradlor - Your True Form is now somewhat balanced, as, while it shrinks people and controls them with telekinetic powers, it´s not quite as gigantic, and Dyvra is unconscious for the next six hours.

Nevertheless, I still see problems with your weaponry. 666 explosive bullets that home on their target are something that most organisms can´t hope to stand up against, even if for some strange reason they only destroy the person. Biologically enhanced grenades wouldn´t be too much of an issue as long as the supply was limited, but the shotgun is really pushing it. If you wanted your character to be the powerhouse of the group, you could´ve had--for example--a rocket launcher, so long as you only had one or two rockets. The single fact that she can kill "thousands instead of just one" is excessive. As a result, I can´t accept your sign-up. I thank you for taking interest in my RPG, however, and hope to see you around. ^^

Eeveeking929 - As you lost the axe, your arsenal is acceptable, since you have no long-range weaponry after all. You are accepted.

Literate - The gender thing isn´t necessarily confusing. Simply, when one is narrating from Remiel´s perspective the Nephilim will be referred to as a he, while when others speak from their perspectives they will refer to Remiel as a she due to her outward appearance. So, basically, everyone refers to Remiel as female except you.

Your sign-up is otherwise good, and a great character addition. Welcome to the RPG.

Okay, so a new sign-up for Greed is needed. Once we have that, the RPG can begin.

 

[The Admiral]

Name: Baraqiel
Title: God's Force
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Sin: Greed

Physical Description: As the physically oldest, Baraqiel is a large, burly man with a severely damaged body as a result of... well, he doesn't like to talk about it, because he knows that, if the information leaks, it could be his downfall (see below). His face, though, is perfect, and while his suit is on he is incredibly charismatic. He stands at a (humanly) staggering six foot six. His body is extremely sturdy and his wild-eyed stare is threatening and gives people fair warning that he's not to be messed with - somewhat ironic, like a public-relations image in many ways. His long, black hair is in perfect order, and his blue eyes are almost purely blue with only a few thin streaks of hazel breaking it. His beard and moustache are cleanly shaven off, again to buy into the popular image of what a person should be like. He is one of the Human world's greatest conspicuous consumers - if he buys anything that might be just a little bit out of the average man's reach, he makes sure they see this thing in action, at which point he can draw more people off to spend money at big corporations and screw themselves over. The corporation he keeps in check is one of the biggest, most manipulative the world over.

Personality: Being as greedy as he is, he is extremely agressive when it comes down to bargaining with opponents, on a mental, material, or physical level. (He leads a big corporation, as an aside, so these skills are almost necessary). He is quite paranoid about any negative information about him getting out, as he has been quite a prolific sinner and knows that this would harm his image. He doesn't care about his image that much, really; he's just in it for the money, but he knows how modern humans act, and thus how to most quickly syphon the flow of green 'n gold from them; thus, the vanity. Knowing he has more makes him feel great about himself, but what makes him feel even better about himself is knowing that, not only does he have more than everyone else, he continues to suck every little drop out of everyone, even those with nothing. This could probably be considered to be a form of sadism. To some extent, humans amuse him for how purely superficial they are. To fit with this, he takes the guise of an atheist and regularly tries to convince others to become atheists.

Modus Operandi: As his large, muscular, sturdy body would have you believe, Baraqiel prefers up-close fighting, but even more so he prefers debilitating and manipulating his opponents, just as his corporate persona would identify. By manipulating his opponents, he can easily gain the upper hand for himself, or, in the rare cases where he might actually be working with someone, he can easily gain the upper hand for them. Of course, it's hardly ever that he works with anyone else, just like in the corporate world that, were it not for trust-busters, he could probably manage to find a way to rule. When he works with weapons, he typically uses close-range weapons, amongst them a huge mace, which he calls the "Hand of Midas" - named for, naturally, King Midas, whose greed was legendary. He rarely uses long-range weapons, which would probably help him more, as he's not exactly a fast walker/runner. When he does use long-range weapons, he uses a slow-firing bazooka, which he named the "Eyes of Franklin," named, you guessed it, for the man on the $100 (U.S.) bill. He carries both weapons on him at all times - well, during human form. Note that these weapons posess no supernatural power and just are. He can only wield one at a time, which is typically, again, the mace. The other is strapped to his back. Of course, both weapons are very, very slow, despite their power.

True Form: When Baraqiel unleashes his true form, his body re-shapes itself to allow his clothes not to become uselessly-damaged during transformation. He grows from six foot six to eight foot two, and is now notedly thinner, but still posesses great strength. He wields now only a truly enormous, glowing zweihander of almost eleven feet. His face twists to a sly, knowledgeable, manipulative, almost strictly evil face. He uses no long-range weapons in this form but can move much faster. To further cement/polish the corporate-driven theme of his - er, selfness? - he commands a weakened form of the power of mind control. It's really more like an enhanced, psychic form of power-of-suggestion as opposed to straight-up mind control. His skin turns to an almost diseased pale color and his eyes become almost fully bloodshot. However, he cannot keep this form for very long as it tends to drain a good deal of energy from him. Also, he is much more frail in this form, making it impractical against large, powerful opponents, but useful against large groups for his ability to cause massive area-wide damage.

[--END SIGN-UP --]

Wow, this feels fitting, yet massively overpowered and very short.

-Tempus Fugit

 

[Cenodoxus]

Tempus Fugit: And approved.

Now, we can finally start the RPG. Expect it soon.