http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=152590.msg6952092#msg6952092 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=152590.msg6952092#msg6952092)  OOC Thread/Directory<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://oyster.ignimgs.com/ve3d/images/05/13/51345_DantesInterno-ConceptArt-01.jpg)</div></div><br/><em>Out of all the movies, literature, and other media sources out there these days, Dante's Divine Comedy oddly enough got to what the Afterlife was all about the closest out of everything else out there.  What he didn't know however was that demons, much like mortal children in our current day and age, have to learn to be demons somewhere, hence where SIN comes into play.  Isolated on its own plane of existence of sorts, the only gateway in or out a massive teleporter heavily guarded by demonic defenses that can be compared to Lucifer's home circle of Hell for their effectiveness in eliminating unwanted guests.  Of course, to get to SIN's teleporter to and from Earth after going there for a 'field trip' of sorts, one has to pass through the ominous gates of Hell itself which can be almost as dangerous as flying over the River Styx without Charon, the 'ferryman', to guide you across.  Said 'ferryman' being a twisted living boat that has a talking head attached to the front of the ship itself, making Charon a literally sentient craft that has a tendency to quote from the Gates themselves.<br/><br/>Don't ask why since even Lilith hasn't figured out the boat's reasoning behind its habits.  Regardless, once you arrive at SIN, you'll immediately notice that across the chaotic terrain that is common across all of Hell, there is a massive Gothic nightmare of a castle in the background, where nothing is as it seems since each 'classroom' is its own pocket dimension, and the food of choice is often times the innards of human souls, whether that might take the form of their lustful desires, gluttonous appetites, or the soul itself as they are consumed viciously by the more cannibalistic of our students and staff.  Whatever your preference, be assured that it will be taken care of while your stay with us is endured by all.  After all, a happy class is a productive class.<br/><br/>To all teachers, be advised that while it might be tempting to devour your students for disobedience and trouble making, please refrain from doing so.  Demonic minds in young such as the ones you are asked to watch over and nurture are hard to come by since not many survive long enough to make it this far.  Only kill them as a last resort.  Unreasonable punishments for small crimes will not be tolerated.  You have been warned.  Also be advised that meals are to only be partaken in the Dining Hall.  We can't have a repeat of two centuries ago where we had complaints of screaming souls, while entertaining, locked in one of our former teacher's closets again.  Said teacher was shared among the staff for his habit of keeping snacks close at hand.  Again you have been warned.  Beyond that, have a successful school year and the overseers of the Master's Council wish to thank you all for your continued service and dedication to bringing up a new generation of demonic children both young and old.  May the Darkness never reveal your true intentions!</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.gla-mur.ru/repository/3d/www.gla-mur.ru_217.jpg)</div></div><br/><div class="codeheader">Code: <a class="codeoperation" href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[b]Name;[/b]<br/>[b]Time;[/b]<br/>[b]Location;[/b]<br/>[b]Tagged;[/b]</code></pre><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.succubus.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/Lilith_by_GENZOMAN.jpg)</div></div><strong>Name;</strong>Lilith<br/><strong>Time;</strong>Day 1.  (Assume morning, or what passes for morning in Hell.  :P)<br/><strong>Location;</strong>Main Hall<br/><strong>Tagged;</strong>Everyone in or arriving in the Main Hall.<br/><br/>"UGH!"  Lilith groaned, hating having to get up early in the morning, or at least what passed for morning for the massive dark plane of existence she and every demon and damned soul, knew as Hell.  Still, she had agreed to teach eons ago and it never got any easier after the summer vacation to get back into the groove of things.  It didn't help any that she preferred to party all night and sleep all day, but that was more her nature given she was the original Succubus and all, than any personality trait of her own.  She enjoyed the night life but when school was back in session, it did take her a couple days to get back into the habit of rising at dawn and going to sleep at a reasonable time.  That also brought to mind the fact she had to actually dress in less slutty apparel now too since anything she favored would easily distract and enthrall her new charges this year she knew, just as it did every year if she didn't watch what she wore.  At least she didn't have to go over the River Styx and through the damned Gates of Hell to get here since she already called Lust, the 2nd Circle of Hell, her home.  Being the founder of the place had its perks.  Still, she couldn't let her sexual nature run rampant....all the time here, as much fun as it might be to do so.  Besides that, she was truly lonely, and had been for the last five centuries save for a few very close friends that saw her for who she was and not what she did for a living.  The friends she allowed herself kept her sane, thank the Dark Prince for that.  At least as sane as a 6000+ year old Succubus Queen could be anyway.<br/><br/>Leaning against one of the many pillars that held up SIN's massive cathedral styled ceiling, knowing full well that a small city could be contained within the Gothic styled structure that had huge Hellish overtones to it given the living 'paintings' of souls screaming and writhing in agony, the skeletons that hung up at various positions throughout the castle grounds, some acting as torch sconces and candle holders, and the garish spikes and torture devices that could be found in other places of the castle she knew about.  The grounds outside were devoid of any true life, and the few plants and the like that there were were just as twisted and demonic as the inhabitants.  Lilith called it home and wouldn't have had it any other way personally.  Sure the rules, the few that governed SIN, were annoying, but this was Hell, the only thing she really had to worry about was failing to succeed to educate the young that would be heading her way.  Crossing her arms under her mostly appropriate teacher's attire, a white button up shirt that had at least three buttons undone at the top as her way of going against the otherwise rigid code purposely set in place because of her and others like her, (at least for the first week then all bets were off,) a black skirt that was just a little too short so that if she bent over her black lacy underwear and bra were on display, depending on what side you happened to be shown at the time, Lilith sighed and looked at the grandfather like clock that was situated above the doors which were shaped like the Gates that lead into Hell itself.  Someone had an ego problem, but she'd never say that to His face of course.  Thinking it was just fine though...unless she had to deal with a telepathic again this year which would just be enough to make her start to pull her black as night hair out if they were anything like the last one.<br/><br/>While she waited she did consider getting a quick snack from the dining hall which was just as dark and dreary as the main hall, the rest of the castle really, but held off only because the last time she had gotten peckish a few years ago, the head chef had nearly taken her head off with his oversized butcher's knife she was sure he hadn't cleaned in the last thousand years.  Sure infection and the like couldn't harm them but seriously, it still upset even Lilith's stomach enough that it had killed her appetite, and her mood since she had had to fly out of the kitchen like a bat out of....well you get the idea.  So she stood against the pillar and sighed again, in a bit of a foul mood at the early hour but once things got underway she'd perk up.  She had a reputation to uphold after all.