Among the quiet villages and towns of 18th century Europe, demons known as the Ill hid within the most beautiful works of art, sparked to life by the torment of their creators. Attracted by their jewel-like allure, the unwary find themselves possessed by the Ill and driven to horrific acts of violence. Only the hunters of the Ciste Vihad can dispel the Ill. There are things in this world that human beings must never touch, that is why you must never touch which is unknown to you. For if you do, the Ill will worm it's way deep into your soul. It will see your greatest longings and fears, and it's sweet whispering will never stop haunting you until you lose all sense of reason. For human reason is the biggest obstacle to stop an Ill devouring your heart. Once it has devoured your heart, you will harm your closed loved ones without a second thought and you will be taken over completely. ~*~*~*~*~*~ If you don't know yet, this is based on a manga called March Story, but you don't really need to have read the books to join in. We are a group of Ciste Vihad hunters; traveling across the land in search of ill infested artifacts and removing them. Should we come across an ill who has stolen the body of a human, we have two options. If the ill has not yet taken a human life, and their hands are unstained with blood, the ill can be exorcised and the human saved. But the moment the ill takes a life, the humans union with the ill is complete, and the human can no longer be helped. at that point our only option is to destroy the ill before it can harm anyone else. The stories of the ill are often horrifying and terrible. The stories of the hunters are often worse. It takes great tragedy to push someone to this line of work, and all had experienced the horror of the ill. What will your story be? ~*~*~*~*~*~ Jump right in, no skellie needed. Just post a picture of your character! Each character may have one special gift or power. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Hannah looked around the dingy, cheap motel room they were camping in for the night. The group had heard rumor of a 'demon' haunting these parts; stealing the eyes of the townsfolk. Usually, these reports of demons uncovered an ill. She glanced out the window and noted that the sun had finally gone down. Good, the ill was said to come out only at night. She stood and started to wake her companions. It was time to be moving along. They had work to do. Once they had all been woken she picked up her blade and waited by the door. She was anxious to be going.