Devils Palace

(ooc:Any one can join at any time)

Name: Indread
Class: Samuri
Race: Half Demon
Eyes: Red
Hair: Red
Hight: 6'3"
Weight: 165

Weapons: X2 chrome 9mm handguns, Katana,
Armor:none
magic type: Ice/earth
Clothes: Long black cape, black shirt,Black pants
Other equipment:Lighter, sunglasses

Discription: Indread is a half demon who has no parents and very little memory of his childhood.He spent his teenage years living in a dojo and learning the arts of japanees swordsmanship at 18 he moved to a small town were he learnd how to shoot and on his 21 birthday he was attacke by the local law enforcement and quickly, and brutaly,killed every last one of them.


Indread wakes up in his tent and realizes that he had wondered all night and has no clue were he is or how he got there. He steps out side into the winter morning and looks around.
"Crap! were am I at.... what time is it and weres all my stuff!"
His food and supplies had ben taken but he had no way of telling who stole it or where they went. He spent some time trying to fold his tent but he figured it was useless trying to cary it around when it was half covered in snow and partly broken.
He started walking down a small path made by deer or some other hooved animal. He followed it allthe way to a clearing were the tracks seemed to just dissapear, he looked arond and saw and old road not too far from where he stood.
As He followed the road he started getting hungery but he haddn't seen any animals or any sort of food since he was run out of his village. The further down the road he got the more uncomfortible he felt and soon he saw a gate around a mystirious dark mansion. He couldn't tell if the hous was abandoned or not so he approached it.

[Zell]

Name: Diablo Tech
Class: Theif
Race: Full-demon
Eyes: Light green
Hair: Blue
Hight: 5'9"
Weight: 149

Weapons: Two daggers,Combat shotgun
Armor:none
magic type: Darkness
Clothes: Long brown hooded coat,Brown pants,White shirt
Other equipment:Brown Bandana

Discription: Diablo was born into a theif family. He was trained in the way of the theif since he was 6. His father broke the theif's code and started to kill the people he robbed. The other theives didn't care but Diablo did. Diablo has to kill his father and his followers to up hold the code. He now has a group of theif's that are now trying to help him but, they still steal often. They are called Ragnorok X.


Diablo looked at his team. "We are going to that mansion right now"he said. "My father was seen going into that place yesterday"Diablo said. His team looked at him with fear in their eyes. One of the team members said"That place is said to have really strong demons living there."Do you guys really believe that?"Diablo said.The team said "yes" in a scared voice. "Well let's get going to the mansion"he said. When they got there Diablo saw a man walking to the mansion and he thought it was one of his father's theives. Diablo pulled out his daggers and attacked the guy.

Name: Blaise Cythe
Class: Sorceress
Race: Half-elvish
Eyes: Purple
Hair: Long, black with burgundy streaks
Hight: 5'6''
Weight: 56kg (no good with 'em lbs, sorry.)

Weapons: Obsidian staff, short scimitar
Armor: N/A
magic type: Fire/Wind/Darkness
Clothes: Black, silver and dark purple robes held together with some short steel belts
Other equipment: Soft leather boots, amethyst pendant

Description: Blaise was sent to an Academy at a young age by her parents, who until today have not disclosed their true identity. She grew up in the Academy grounds, training under various tutors but mostly dabbling in magic because she was better at it than physical battle. After sometime she decided to run away and seek her fortune in other parts.

Blaise had been running down the path for hours, her belongings securely strapped to her back. The old man in the woods had told her that there would be an abandoned mansion around here somewhere for her to shelter. He'd better not be wrong, she grumbled inwardly. My knees are going to give way beneath me any minute.

As she approached the mansion, she heards screams, yells and the clanging of clashing swords. Trying to ignore the feeling of wariness in her heart, she whispered to herself: " I'd better go see if anybody there needs my help..." and quietly opened the gate.

Name: Annika
Class: Theif
Race: Demon
Eyes: Grey
Hair: shoulder length white hair
Hight: 5'6"
Weight: 110 lbs

Weapons: twin daggers
Armor: N/A
magic type: Ice
Clothes: dark crimson and black lace dress, dark cloak, boots

Description:
Annika has lived on her own for years, with no recollection of her parents. She wanders from place to place, stealing what she needs to survive, killing those she needs to.


Annika paced thoughtfully in the square of light from the large window. The floor beneath her feet groaned and a draft came from the window, making her shiver. Her pale skin looked deathly in the eerie light of dusk and the empty mansion settled around her with the silence of a ghost. She sighed loudly, if only to do nothing more then break the silence.
"It will do for now." she spoke, her voice coming out in a whisper. She wandered from room to room, sniffing the air in each and standing before the windows, gazing out on the yards and forests beneath. She finally came to the bottom floor, sinking down in the doorway to what once was a great room. A dusty, crumbling fireplace still stood in the one wall, while a pair of french doors opened the other wall up to the grounds in the back. It was nighttime now, and she leaned her head back against the doorframe, closing her eyes and breathing slowly out her mouth, as though the world might be too heavy for her. She stayed a few moments like this, the silence swelling in the air, when a scream broke out. A struggle took place not far away, she sniffed the air, not barely outside the mansion. She shrugged, "none of my business." but she stayed alert, her ears listening for anything more.

Name: Flolalia La Delaquain
Class: Sorceress
Race: Demon
Hair: Short, seafoam blue
Eyes: One red, one yellow
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 110
<(ooc: pretty much looks like my avatar except the eyes)

Weapons: Silver bladed scythe, Silver Staff
Armor: N/A
Magic type: Darkness, Water, Ice, Fire
Clothes: Golden fabric choker, purple and black dress w/ lace
Other equipment: Silver and pearled cresent moon pendant.

Description: She was born into a rich family and studied magic by locking herself in her room most of her childhood. She was disowned by her family at 13 when
she killed her uncle while he was in a drunken rage and beating her. After that she wandered over the countryside stealing food and killing thieves who would dare try to steal the pendant that her first lover gave to her before a thief killed him. Now at age 19 she kills anyone who gets in her way.


Stapping the her scythe to her back Flolalia stepped over the decapitated man who had just been in the action of trying to disgustingly flirt with her. No one would miss him. She searched him for money, which she filled her pockets full of and took her leave of the corpse, making her way down the now empty streets. After about a hour of walking she found herself in front of a dark mansion that slightly reminded her of her old home. Before she burned it and all its retched inhabitants to the ground. Walking toward it, intent on spending the night with a roof she heard a scream. Screaming usually meant injuries. Injuries meant death. Death meant unneeded money, and she needed as much money as she could get. She made her way towards the screams.

Name: Kanith Mino'ths
Class: thief
Race: Demon
Hair: Mid-Back Blood red
Eyes: Blood Red
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 140

Weapons: Katana, Uzi and Claws
Armor: N/A
Magic type: Fire
Clothes: Black leather body suit with a blood red cloak.
Other equipment: Pendant made of the crystalized blood of 100 demons killed by himself.

Description: He was born to a weathy family that fell on hard times. He was then sold into slavery. His new master taught him how to be a thief. After his train ing was complete he killed his master and went to face the world. Now at the age of 21 he will kill any man who will dare to chalange him.

Sighlently he stepped over the drunken salior. Bending down he discovers a few coins in the man pocket. Half an hour befor he had bought the man a drink hoping it would end this way. This is the way he worked the easy way. If push came to shove there would be blood lots of fresh human blood. The thought of blood usualy caused him to go insane and kill any living thing in the given area. Ever so carefuly he moves his claw in the shape of a pentagram on the mans forhead. The man when he awoke would be cast out with all his belongings for Kanith to steal. Slowly he licked the blood off his claw. It would be a good hunt.

[Edward Elric]

Name: Henry Rogers
Class: Soldier
Race: Human
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Brown
Hight: 6'1"
Weight: 180

Weapons: normal military-issue single-shot rifle, one standard issue pistol, 12" inch hunting knife strapped to his belt for emergencies
Armor:none
magic type: life
Clothes: blue uniform with combat boots and a backwards cap
Other equipment:cigarettes, matches, glasses, and med-kit

Description: Henry was a man of independence. he had been so as long as he could remember. He never knew his father and his mother died after he finished high school. With nothing else to his life, he joined the military to seek a purpose. He has been loyal ever since.

"God, I hate this patrol. When are they going someone else to this stupid house? Or better yet, why not just blow up the stupid thing? it isn't there for any reason."

Henry said all this through a cigarette in his mouth. He deeply inhaled and puffed out some smoke, then continued his patrol. He kept walking and, all of a sudden, heard the scream.

"Crap, why did someone have to get in trouble while i was here. Oh well, back to work."

He spat out the cigarette and broke into a full run, his rifle at the ready, towards the mansion.

name- Dread
race- reaper
weapon- scythe
magic- black
alliance- good
age- 560
weight- 145 lbs
height- 6'0
bio- Dread sold his souls to the devil at age 20 for immortalty. He has always regreted the day he did because of the love of his life Sara who died by the hands of the demon clan. He has vowed vengence against the clan and death to all who try to stop him.


Dread wuz walkin down the street in a full run chasing after a demon clan warior and hears a scream too.

He breaks away from the warrior and sees a man running down the street towards the source of the scream. In a instant he takes off towards the young man.

[Pablo Honey]

Name:Raydran
Race: Human
Weaponry: Two curved daggers, carried strapped across her back, and an array of hidden knives.
Magic: Slight Holy
Occupation: Mercenary
Hieght:5'6
Appearance: Practical clothes; a t-shirt and worn jeans, together with amny belts strapped across her body, all used for holding something.
Bio:
Raydran was born to a happy family, living peacefully in a small town. But all that was to change ; her family were brutally murdered by a passing band of pillagers. Shes sworn to find them and seek revenge, but in the meantime shes works as a mercenary, making what money she can from killing. Over the years shes gained extensive fighting training, as well as an intricate knowledge of how to survive outdoors for a length of time.

Raydran had a target, The leader of a group called Ragnarok X ; a guy called Diablo. To be honest, she was getting fed up ; she'd been following this guy for days on the qiuet, waiting for the right moment to strike. Diablo had been hard to pin down, but she'd found him. Her orders were to retrieve him alive.

She stood a fair way beging the Ragnarok group, watching. They'd come across a mansion, an old and creaky place. Then, suddenly, they'd all run off and started a fight for no apparent reason. She watched Diablo ; he was at the head of the attack. 'Do not get yourself killed, Diablo.........' she muttered angrily under her breath. He looked like a strong fighter. But nontheless she drew her daggers and moved closer to the fight, remaining hidden ; she'd help if Diablo looked like he was going to get killed.

[Zell]

OOC: Will control Demongo's character right now.

Diablo was having a hard time against this guy he was storng but, Diablo was fast.Then the guy threw Diablo and stopped fighting. Diablo looked at the guy and said to himself"This guy couldn't be one of the theives he's to strong."Indread looked at Diablo and said"Why do you attack me I didn't do any thing to you".My name is Indread."What is your's?" Diablo replied"The name's Diablo and I thought you were one of my father's theives."Sorry about that." Indread said to Diablo"I'm looking for my weapons could you help me find them."If you help me find your father." Diablo looked suprised"How do you know I am looking for my father?" Indread replied"I have heard of you." Diablo then said" We should talk later there is people around coming." Diablo and Indread got into fighting and waited for the people.

((OOC: is Demongo gonna RP anymore at all?))

Finally reaching the place where she had heard the shouts coming from, she stopped. She looked at the two men dissapointed, no dead body, no money to steal...

"Who are you?"she asked warily. Looking around just in case there was some corpse she had missed. Nothing. Seeing that both men had weapons she grabbed her scythe behind her without removing it, just incase they tried to attack her.

[Pablo Honey]

(OOC ; yeah, where is demongo?)

Diablo hadn't got himself killed. He'd stopped fighting and started talking instead. Raydran had sat and watched all of this, relieved as Diablo hadn't gotten done anything stupid. She sheathed her daggers and moved forwards, keeping hidden but watching the scene. A demon with a scythe turned up, wearing a purple and black dress. She was talking to Diablo and the other guy, whom Raydran couldn't identify. She wasn't sure if the men could see, but the dress-wearer had her hands on her scythe. 'Yet another oppertunity for Daiblo to die.....fun, fun, fun, this guy.....' Raydran muttered. She drew her daggers; the demon looked fast.

Still waiting for the answers of the men she heard the unsheathing of a blade coming from behind her. Turning away from the men she spotted a woman behind her, She had two daggers unsheathed and looked ready for battle. Feeling slightly threatened at first. Flolalia began to calm down sensing that she was but a mere human. She took her hand off her scythe and grabbed her staff instead. She wasnt going to underestimate her opponent that quickly but she hardly doubted she need her main weapon for this. Some magic could probably finish her off. Flolalia stood silently staring at the woman while keeping the men in the corner of her eye. She wouldnt start this fight, and she waited for the woman to make the first move.

[Zell]

(OOC:I won't be here for the next two weeks so, can I count on you guys to continue the Rp until I get back.)

Diablo and Indread looked at the two women. Diablo remembered the standing there it was the mercenary that had been trying to capture him.it was Raydran." Hey why are you still triny to capture me?" he said to Raydran. Indread said to the women" Who are the both of you?. My name is Indread and this is Diablo." Diablo looked at