"Chasing Shadows" Ooc and Signups

[RaineSensei]

Name:
Sazael

Visible Age:
21

Actual Age:
2106

Gender:
Female

Personality:
Sazael is just as her appearance shows her to be; a calm, confident, and strong demon. Her intense hate for humans and natural ruthlessness has led her to join the Iron Talons, where she fights for the Demons. She is often seen as a wise and powerful being amongst her peers because of her abilities. She has no problem taking charge when needed, in fact, she enjoys the feeling of superiority, but is careful as to not get carried away.

Powers:
-Sazael has tamed a beast feared by even some of the strongest demons.

(Similar to this picture, except it's black in color and is shadow like)
She named this beast "Xeneus". His skin takes on an armor-like appearance and is inpenetrable by normal weapons. When he bites, he latches on and his teeth releases a black liquid that seeps into ones blood. This liquid renders that body part useless unless healed or taken out, which can prove to be difficult.

-Her eyes are usually closed, which forces her to rely on her other senses. However, she is by no means blind. Her eyes hold power as well. When open, her pure silver eyes are able to hold a single enemy in place for a limited amount of time.

Weaknesses:
-Because her tamed beast is a very powerful one, she can have trouble contolling it if she does not keep it in check.

-The liquid cannot spread through the entire body with only one bite, but it can weaken the person.

-Her eyes cannot use her power and remain open for more than 5 minutes. Pushing the limit could lead to her eyes bleeding, blindness, fainting, etc.

Faction:
Iron Talons

Reason For Joining:
After the loss of a loved one, she developed a hatred for humans and thus joined to raise the demon race to greater heights.

Backstory:
As a child, Sazael grew up in an environment with nothing but demons who hated humans. Naturally, she was supposed to hate them as well, but in her teens, she met a boy. A human boy. This boy wasn't the evil, selfish, terrible human like her family had told her. He was charming and kind. He knew full well who she was, yet he came to see her in secret everyday. For the first time in her life, she experienced joy and love. As years went by, she and the boy became inseparable, for they both loved eachother dearly. But this happiness wouldn't last forever. One day, the boy stopped meeting with her. Same with the next day, and the next, and the next. After a week, she finally decided to search for him. When she found him, he was tied to a stake with his fellow villagers holding torches around him, shouting and cursing him for loving a demon. They threw their torches and in a rush to save him, Sazael slayed any human in her way. When she finally got to him, he was already dead. As if they hadn't had enough, the remaining villagers came at her with weapons, but they were all brutally slaughtered. Soon, the opportunity to join a group against humans came up, and she immediately joined.

Misc:
N/A

Classification:
Dangerous​

 

[Dahrinn (Groucho)]

Leader of The Iron Talons​

Name: "Boss"
Visible Age: 30's
Actual Age: Somewhere around 4500.
Gender: Male
Appearance: He has small horns protruding a few inches above his brow, sunken eyes, longish black hair, and his face is gaunter than the image lets on.I
He also has gruesome burn scars on his back.

Personality: He is a charismatic leader, likes giving speeches, and tries to motivate his followers. His goal, is to maximize Demon influence in the mortal world. He recruits exclusively Demons. To those who hate Humans, he gives a chance to take the fight to the Demon Hunters. To those who care about the Humans, he says that they will be saving the Humans from themselves. One of his biggest tasks is keeping his team together, and to do this he often oversees missions in person, and he is absolutely dedicated to his cause. He also has a fondness for animals.
Powers: He has incredible strength and agility, and fights with a savage fury, there are multiple accounts of him taking down far more powerful foes. He has a rapid healing ability, and the only attacks that are significantly effective are attacks that impale or inflame. Along with this, he can heal others. He also has the ability to disguise himself, hiding the markings all over his as well as his horns. He can also command an armored hellhound companion, "Gnaw"

Gnaw is viewed as much more dangerous than Boss, being as big as a grisly bear and having the ability to spit fireballs and chew through steel.
Weaknesses: His entire back is his weak point, his healing factor does not affect it, and no matter what disguise he takes, his back remains scarred. He is a skilled fighter, but his lack of combat oriented abilities (Other than speed and strength.) have caused his to take much more grievous injures recently. Luck alone has saved him more than once. Also, he will go to any measure to protect Gnaw.
Faction: Iron Talons
Reason For Joining: He founded it.
Backstory: He has spent the majority of his life among Humans. It is known that he has taken forms of important figures throughout history... but it is unknown who exactly. A both Demons and Mortals have suspected that he was at one point... Rasputin. He denies this. The leader of Silver Team believes that the founding of Iron Talon had something to do with the successful detonation of nuclear weapons.
Misc: Often holds a small, worn stone with him. Nobody is entirely sure of his motives.
Classification: Dangerous

Notes:
I Foresee the Boss respecting Sazael for also taming a beast.
He's likely to try to procure a weapon from The MasterSmith
He's probably going to be scared of Sariel
Gnaw killed the former leader of the Ardent Knights

 

[Dahrinn (Groucho)]

All Current posted characters accepted.

 

[Dahrinn (Groucho)]

Leader of The Ardent Knights​

Name: Virick
Age: His voice sounds middle aged.
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Has yet to be seen without armor.

Personality: He prefers only to talk when either talked to or when giving orders. He cares immensely for his fellow knights, who he sees as like a family, and is willing to risk his life for any of them.
Gear: Near-bulletproof armor and an ancient silver sword and shield created to slay a dragon, the sword and shield's magical properties are that they cannot be damaged, and the silver gives a slight bonus to cutting demons. Otherwise, they behave as normal weapons. He also carries around grenades filled with pressurized holy water. *cough* holy hand grenade *cough*
Faction: Ardent Knights
Reason For Joining: Role of leader passed to him.
Backstory: When he was young, he was the victim of a Demon attack. The demon made an attempt to devour his soul, but was stopped by a group of Ardent Knights. Since then, his damaged soul attracted Demons like blood attracts sharks, he was left with no choice but to join the Ardent Knight, or spend the rest of his life in fear. Since then he has grown far stronger than the average Human, and when the old Leader was fatally wounded by Gnaw, he passed his role to Virick.
Misc: Nearly killed the leader of the Iron Talon four times.

Notes:
Likely to be fascinated by a situation like Terra's
Likely to purchase equipment for his soldiers from Yamamoto Corps

 

[Karakui]

'Tis nae ordinary rabbit. 'Tis the most foul, cruel, an' bad-tempered rodent ya ever set eyes on!

 

[Dahrinn (Groucho)]

Leader of Silver Team
(Not necessarily the leader, but commands field work.)​

Name: Jack
Age: 37
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Short brown hair, blue eyes, and a scar starting at his left cheek, going across his face, and ending at his right eyebrow.

Personality: Years of service have caused him to be emotionally cold to other members, however, he tends to lighten up after a successful mission.
Gear: Two pistols, a Squad-Assault Weapon, a Silver Machete, a 200,000 volt taser, a net gun, dart gun that injects tracking device, generous amounts of morphine, minor cybernetics in his suit, and a can of mace. The visor of his helmet also gives him thermal vision, night vision, and a motion tracker.
Faction: Silver Team
Reason For Joining: Recruited into it, felt it was a better use of his life than mercenary work.
Backstory: Started mercenary work when he was nineteen, first got recognition from Silver team when he was twenty two, after unknowingly taking down five demons in a firefight. His quick thinking and good aiming caused him to be called for more and more missions. He started to climb the ranks at an extremely fast rate at twenty six, and made it to Field Commander at thirty.
Misc: Always trying to find better weapons or tools than the ones he has.

Notes:
I could imagine him trying to purchase gear from Yamamoto Corps when the Ardent Knights aren't looking.
May or may not call team members by nicknames, depending on his mood.

 

[Dahrinn (Groucho)]

Leaders are done.
I'm thinking I'll start the day after tomorrow, probably going to kick off the RP with a simple beast hunt. Probably either some demonic bats or a pack of wild hellhounds, maybe both.

 

[Walker of Darkness]

Name: Lucien "Silver Wolf" Gilford
Age: 27
Gender: Male

Appearance: Standing a head taller than most other men, Lucien has a imposing figure. His long and often wild dark brown hair is unkempt but falls in natural waves down to his lower back and often covers the right side of his face when not tied back. His yellow-green eyes have a feral but highly intelligent gleam, and his stoic expression leaves many wondering his motives or thoughts. A scar runs from the right side of his forehead, down over his right eye, and to his lower cheek. He dresses in covering attire, often with black or tan slacks, black work boots, a white or dark blue dress shirt, and a long brown trench coat. He is never seen without a silver ring hanging from a simple chain around his neck, his fingerless gloves, twin silver crosses hanging from each wrist by simple chains, and a pocket Bible.

Personality: Stoic, but a man of devout faith. He goes out of his way to assist others, but mostly without them aware he is doing so. He talks bluntly, but in a somewhat archaic manner, speaking what he feels should be said and does not hold his tongue at such times. Otherwise, his is quiet. One small change in expression for him says more than any words.

Gear: While he does not openly carry weapons, he has great skill in magic. His specialty being spatial/matter distortion, a magic that seems to be unique to him alone. The ring around his neck can be transformed with such magic in the blink of the eye into a large silver bastard sword, and his silver crosses that can become a pair of custom .357 magnum silvered revolvers. it is unknown the extent of the weapons he has on him at any time because of this ability, or if he even requires a item to change into another.

Skills/Powers: Master of Arms- He has trained tirelessly over the years with both modern and archaic weapons, blades and unarmed combat being his personal preference. With his skill and natural instinct for combat, he could easily be considered a master with any weapon he touches within moments.

Craftsman- It is believed that all the weapons and even his clothes are made by his own hands. He admits to being a classically trained blacksmith and gunsmith.

Demon-touched- a event of his past that he will not speak of has left him tainted with demonic energies and awakened his magical abilities. While the energies themselves are so faint even the most acute would be hard pressed to sense them, they are still there.

Peak human condition- his skills, senses, agility, mental ability, speed, and strength, through endless training and self discipline, are all to the point any normal person, and even some demons, would think him super human by comparison.

Spatial/Matter distortion magic- Able to change one object into another, or possibly produce objects stored in pocket dimensions. He has never explained this magic, and so far, it seems to be unique to him. It's limits are unknown at this time.

Rune/glyph magic- Able to use minor to intermediate runes and glyphs without much effort, and while able to preform the more advanced stages of this magic type, he does not have a preference for them.

Combat/Full contact magic- by combining his martial skill and the more primordial magical abilities, he has formed a magic that(to his knowledge) is his own. Combining Runic, Channeled, and Druidic/elemental magics, he can unleash powerful offensive spells with strikes and motions. The spells themselves are simple, but have raw power.

Faction: Neutral, he has taken jobs for all three factions through agents. Mainly acts as a Executioner and investigator for hire, taking out dangerous Demons and Humans.
Reason For Joining Working: It pays the bills.

Backstory: Little is known about his past, as he keeps much information to himself. What is known is that he is the last living member of his family, and that he has moved often from place to place in the last several years for one reason or another. Usually because of the unease people feel around him, most fearing him and wishing him to leave. Misfortune also seems to follow him, though he does not speak of said events. He currently works as a P.I. within the city, assisting both the police and the three factions as called upon.

Misc: IN the last two years, he has run across Madeline several times, often ending up inadvertently caught in one of her cons gone wrong. Despite his better judgement, he has assisted her each time. it's gotten to the point that he has a sixth sense when it comes to her.





Name: "Shade"
Visible Age: unknown
Actual Age: unknown
Gender: Male
Appearance: Unknown. Has never been seen without a full body concealing black robe, large hood, and white face covering mask with a black winged serpent emblazoned on it(reminiscent of the emblem of Lucifer in the tempting of humans)
Personality: Cold, calculating, and direct.
Powers: Illusion and Darkness control- Able to created perfect illusions, effecting all senses. Even if one feels something is wrong, they can not tell the difference between the illusion and reality. Also able to control and create Meta-physical darkness, or the "darkness in all things". it is believed his attire is a creation of this power as well. The limits of what he can do with this power are unknown at this time.
Master strategist- Has been the driving planer behind many of the Iron Talons most devastating operations in recent years. To the point that even perceived failures achieved his intended goal
Transformation/True form- As a sign of trust between them, only the Boss has ever seen this form or it's power.
Weaknesses: Unknown at this time
Faction: Honored by the Iron Talons, but not a member himself.
Reason For Joining: his personal goals, while unknown to any but himself, seem to align with those of the Boss. Acts as a Vizier for Boss, often giving advice for what actions to take while Boss worries about how to get his people to take those actions.
Backstory: Nothing in known about him save the name he uses and sampling of his powers.
Misc:Considered one of the 10 most powerful demons known
Classification: Dangerous, X-Class elimination priority.

 

[Dahrinn (Groucho)]

Lucien and Shade are accepted.

Roleplay is up!
https://www.iwakuroleplay.com/threads/chasing-shadows.111998/

 

[Crow]

Alright, who's up for a high-speed ride on my snazzy red Subaru?

 

[Tempered Fate]

Demon Character Sheet!
Name: Ire
Visible Age: Early 50s
Actual Age: 120 years old
Gender: Male
Appearance: Ire burdens himself with a large contraption, consisting of a blue globe, impaled on 3 small pikes coming out of a tripod. Looking almost like a lantern. He wears a tattered red cape, with rips and holes, and withering stitches in it. Underneath is travelling clothes, a large jacket with plenty of pockets, and cargo pants. His shoes are dirty, with worn out soles. Brown bandages are on the back of his head. A strange tattoo of a spiral staircase goes down his spinalcord.

Personality: Ire keeps a straight face at all times, and is rather confrontational to people who talk about him. Ire has a bad sense of humor, and any attempts at humor will probably end up in a dead joke. Ire does not have a lot of empathy, but has moments of sympathy and warmness towards his aquaintances. Ire has a habit of keeping useful items, but never using them, fearful that he should have used them in some other time where that item would be greatly important.

Powers: Ire has the power to summon Psych0Hatchet, PsychArb1ter, Psych2plicer, Psych0K1n3tic2

========PSYCH0HATCHET========
Ire gains a red hot shackle around his neck (not burning him.), with a steaming hatchet dangling off a chain attached to the shackle.

============PSYCHARB1TER===========
Ire summons the Arbiter, an extravagant winged figure, and swings a greatsword in a wide arc, not chopping anyone, but sending a fiery phantom blade to fly forward 33ft, igniting anything flammable in its path, upon reaching the end of its path, the phantom blade causes a small fire to be ignited on the floor. Arbiter immediately disappears after this.

===============PSYCH2PLICER==============
Ire tethers his pain to another person, causing them to be harmed slightly as Ire is harmed, this lasting for 13 seconds. (If his arm gets cut off, his tether's shoulder will be cleaved open painfully, without severing the arm.)

=====================PSYCHOK1N3TIC2===================
Faster than a bullet can travel, Ire halts all movements. Running, Walking, Falling, Flying Bullets, Flying projectiles, Falling debris, etc. are all stasised for 4 seconds, then are dropped to the floor. This requires a lot of power to do, especially with a lot of objects around, exhausting him, and unusable for up to 1 whole week.



Weaknesses:
Ire is terrified of large cats like lions, tigers, ligers, etc.
None of his powers can be used at the same time, or within 10 minutes of eachother.
Ire is usually tired from work or travelling, vulnerable to surprises.
Faction: Iron Talons
Reason For Joining: He's poor as dirt, and needs to get by now more than ever.

Backstory: Ire has a very average life. He has a poor family, whom he hardly keeps in touch with nowadays. He works for Iron Talon, picking up nearly any job available, hard or easy.

Misc: nothing.
Classification: Humanoid.​

 

[Dahrinn (Groucho)]

Ire is accepted.