[EX] Hades' Arena - Characters
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				Title: <strong>[EX] Hades' Arena - Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 07:49:32</strong>
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				Your Characters go here.&nbsp; I know at the moment it doesn't sound fancy, but will have player lists in this post and stuff, too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Hades' Arena - Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 07:53:34</strong>
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				<strong>Player Name:</strong>Lady Kitsune<br><strong>Character Name:</strong>Ashakiel <br><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Bi-sexual<br><strong>Status:</strong> Slave<br><strong>Appearance:</strong> Demon with small curved ivory horns (http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s38/Red_general-No1/fallenAngel1.jpg) and human form (http://www.howgreenworks.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Josie-Maran-03.jpg)<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong>Ashakiel has always gotten her way.&nbsp; Considered the Helen of Troy of Hell, she had only to look at a male and he would hang the moon for her.&nbsp; She is stubborn and haughty, her status as a noble of the demon ranks giving her power to command.&nbsp; She has a vicious tongue and knows nothing of humility.&nbsp; She teases men with her sex and then never gives in.&nbsp; Many male demons wonder if she is a virgin and how she kept her chastity.&nbsp; She knows it is the one power she can hold over all.&nbsp; That is about to change.<br><br><strong>Powers/Skills:</strong> Raised to fight as well as fence in the political arena, Asha is a skilled warrior.&nbsp; All manner of weaponry has passed into her hands.&nbsp; She also controls hoarfrost or burning ice.&nbsp; Probably why some demons call her frigid.<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong>Ashakiel is the descendant of one of the Great Fallen.&nbsp; Unlike many of the demon kind, she has feathers as black as any bottomless pit. Her wings are unique as the feathers can overlap to look like wings of sparkling obsidian leather but in her anger they flare out and she looks as any dark avenging angel of Heaven.&nbsp; <br><br>The noble daughter of a Duke of Hell who felt that an oversight had occurred and one of the nine seats of the Princes should have been his, decided that it was time to move against the weakest of the Princes.&nbsp; Her overly ambitious father held a coup against a Prince of Hell in an attempt to gain himself a throne but betrayal by one of his own saw him slain that day.&nbsp; <br><br>She had cared nothing for the dark intentions of her father and though schooled in politics, she was more interested in her lavish life. Having already spurned the attention of said Prince, the Prince took great relish in putting down her father and his paltry army of assassins.&nbsp; The Prince even took her as the spoils of War.&nbsp; He took the Dark Virgin in his Great Hall for all to see, completing her humiliation.&nbsp; <br><br>He left nothing undone and as all watched in lascivious delight.&nbsp; It was a rare treat that one as graceful and lovely as Ashakiel brought low.&nbsp; When all was said and done, she spat in the Prince’s face and called him no more than a human’s goat. His wrath was phenomenal and she had to undergo another round of abuse.&nbsp; He should have killed her but sent her to the Slave Masters.&nbsp; <br><br>There he thought she could cool her heels.&nbsp; Little did the Prince know that she was made of sterner stuff and she had every intention of rising from that pit and taking her vengeance.&nbsp; If she had to, she would take them all down.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>On/Offs: </strong>I will pretty much do anything except the usual.&nbsp; No scat, or bathroom play, no vore and no pedophilia.&nbsp; If you are not sure, just PM me.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Hades' Arena - Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 08:27:01</strong>
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				<strong>Player Name:</strong> minerva7790<br><strong>Character Name:</strong> Adrianna <br><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bisexual<br><strong>Status:</strong> Slave<br><strong>Appearance:</strong> <br>(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/223/3/6/Death_by_jaytablante.jpg)<br><br>Adrianna was born a mortal in the 17th century to two young alchemists who were fascinated with Egyptian lore. What she had lacked in height and beauty, she made up with her feisty and witty personality. Besides, height can always be bestowed with high heeled boots. In death, she retained all that she was in life, including her comfort in corsets and long frocks, and her youthful looks (Adrianna died at age 23). Adrianna was burried with an Ankh, the Egyptian symbol of eternal life. She now wears it around her neck. It's a mystery how she managed to find black lipstick and eyeliner in Hell, but find them she did. And the Eye of Horus mark that she draws under her right eye makes up a part of her everyday appearance.<br><br>While she favours modern sleeveless tank tops and jeans (all black) for comfort, she can and does make an effort to dress up to please sometimes. She is no stranger to wearing corsets and garters, or Victorian styled frocks. Though she's never without her ankh.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Adrianna is a happy-go-lucky girl with a feisty, cat-like nature. Her witty jibes have gotten her into much trouble at school. Adrianna also has a strong propensity for adventure and mischief, which was her ultimate downfall. Not only is she intelligent, but she seems to also have street smarts. She used to be able to tell just by listening to someone speak if he or she could be trusted or not. <br><br><strong>Powers/Skills:</strong> Even in life, Adrianna was an active and nimble young woman. In death, it seemed that her weightless body can move even faster -- supernaturally fast, that is. She used to, and still is, an expert in hand to hand combat and twin daggers (or sai; her father owned a pair, and she used to play with them, when he wasn't looking). <br><br>After death, Adrianna soon found that she could tell for sure if someone is lying. Of course, she did not know right away; screaming alchemists don't make very good convesers, do they? But as she began to talk to the other guards of hell, she soon realised what used to be just intuition proved to be right all the time. That was when she began to draw the all-seeing Eye of Horus on her right eye. She also learnt how to speak lies so convincing, she can convince even the greatest liars. Of course, after her collaring, she found it hard to tell any great lies. She supposed it was something about the power of her collar that demanded her obedience and submission in all her words and deeds.<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong> Adrianna was born in 17th century England and died at age 23. Her life was short yet fulfilling. As with most women then, she was allowed some education. Apart from schooling, she also learnt about her parents' art: alchemy. She enjoyed learning how to make medicines; knowing that you could make a healing salve so easily made scraping one's knee or getting a cut so much less dangerous. <br><br>As a restless young woman, Adrianna loved to venture outside alone. It was dangerous for women to venture out at night, but she snuck out anyway, with a knive strapped to each arm, and a throwing dagger up each boot, as precautions. She also wore a vial of potion around her neck. This potion burned the skin and if it gets into the eye, would render one blind. She got into trouble one day, when she used the potion on a potential suitor who, very drunk, tried to accost her. Adrianna had uncapped the vial and thrown its contents at him. His reflexes dulled by drink, raised his hands a little too late to block. Blinded, the man had panicked and knocked over a candle. Three houses burnt down and many perished, including the suitor. <br><br>Someone had to pay for the crime of murder and arson. Adrianna was tried the next morning, and hung before the week was out. The next time she woke up, she was in the Tenth ring of the Eighth circle of Hell, the place reserved for alchemists. Adrianna wasn't surprised; in fact, she was delighted to be recognised as an alchemist, instead of just an apprentice. She did not stay there long, however. Through a combination of her wit and a little seduction, she wormed her way out of the Eighth circle into the slave houses, where slaves fought for survival and favour of the princes of hell.<br><strong>On/Offs: </strong>It is sad to say that Adrianna lived the life of a virgin. The few idiots who had tried to rape her while she lived were not only denied their momentary pleasure, but also the hope of ever fathering children. For the protection of womenfolk, and all that. That said, Adrianna still knows how to use her body to get special favours and to satisfy her own means. As a slave, I don't think Adrianna has any say about what she likes or does not like. But as a writer, I think bondage and power exchange are sexy and watersports and scat are not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Hades' Arena - Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jayline</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 08:55:43</strong>
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				<strong>Player Name:</strong> jayline<br><strong>Character Name:</strong> Asmodeus<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bisexual<br><strong>Status:</strong> Prince<br><strong>Appearance:</strong> Here's his human (http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs27/f/2008/165/3/6/36a0409e53d59a3f07d0444eda70b01e.jpg) form and his demonic (http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/057/1/7/Seraph_by_liark2z.jpg) form.<br><strong>Personality:</strong> Playful and capricious, Asmodeus rules his subjects with vicious efficiency, delighting both in rewarding the successful and punishing the failures. He is seldom stirred to wrath, and rather approaches infernal politics with tact and poise, feigning boyish naivety one moment, and flirtatious lewdness the next. Deceit is his strong suit: many demon nobles find too late that their plots have been incorporated into the dream prince's own machinations.<br><br><strong>Powers/Skills:</strong> Asmodeus is a master of tricking the senses, able to project vivid illusions at any time.&nbsp; He enjoys entering and shaping the dreams of others, and has used his abilities to enthrall and destroy thousands of mortals and demons during his reign in hell. He is like many of hell's nobility, a former seraphim, and thus is a master fire shaper.<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong> Asmodeus has been royalty since long before the fall, once having been a seraphim prince in the heavenly court. The young prince was coerced by the Morning Star into joining the rebellion, and was amongst his inner circle when it occurred. After the rebellion, he quickly developed a personality cult within hell by using his powers as a former seraph to gain powerful and faithful servants. He showed the first of the incubi and sucubi the doors into the mortal realm through the minds of the sleeping, and gave nightmares the power to shape horror and anguish from the raw stuff of dreams. His servants now patrol the dreams of the living, feeding as he does off the raw energy of the subconscious, and bringing their darkest secrets back to their feared master. His mastery of these secrets, as well as his many unique talents have kept him high in hell's court during the many years since the fall.<br><br><strong>On/Offs: </strong> Sex is a tool to Asmodeus, one he uses to manipulate and dominate those he will. As the prince of lust, he's done it all in his time, and he'll gladly do it again to protect his rank in Lucifer's court.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Hades' Arena - Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenFeather</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 09:55:16</strong>
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				<strong>Player Name:</strong> FallenFeather<br><strong>Character Name:</strong> Liliana Vess<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Unknown<br><strong>Status:</strong> Slave<br><strong>Appearance:</strong> <br>Human:<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v131/okamiyokai/Demons%20Nest/snuff-out.jpg)</div></div>Demon:<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs50/f/2009/300/9/7/Naamah_by_GENZOMAN.jpg)</div></div><strong>Personality:</strong> Vess thinks before she acts, though she rarely does act. Everything has to be timed perfectly for her. The demoness calculates everything around her at an&nbsp; unnerving pace. She's always been a woman of few, but awing words. Despite being more on the quiet side, Vess is extremely stubborn, selfish, and proud. Everything is about her and only her goals are important. Even in her human life, everything was to make her own life better. She absolutely refuses to take orders from others, even if it usually means it would get her into trouble, which of course it has on multiple occasions. Vess is extremely straight forward, almost to a point of being blunt, and has absolutely no humor whatsoever, though is exceptionally good at acting like someone, or something, she's not.<br><br><strong>Powers/Skills:</strong> Before her death, Vess was skilled at anything to do with alchemy, including potions and poisons. She also was a skilled thief and fairly decent at assassinations. The woman isn't extremely strong, though has the strength of an average demoness. However, her speed and stealth is unmatched by any. She knows a large arrangement of weapons. Once she made a pact with the devil, she gained the ability to control shadows, though her skills still require practice. She also has a large pair of wings and knows how to use them effectively.<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong> Vess was born into poverty during the Medieval Ages in the country side of Rome. Growing up practically an orphan since her mother worked the streets, either as a beggar or a companion, Vess explored on her own. At some point, she just wandered away from her mother and followed a pilgrimage to Rome when she was still very young. A child in the great city of Rome would never had had a chance to survive without acquiring some basic thieving skills. Soon, however, she got caught stealing an apple from a market stall. Thankfully, a stranger saved her by paying for the near stolen apple. The man bribed the child to follow him by telling her she could have some meat. When arriving at his residence, he asked her to hand over the five other apples she stole without being caught. Denying the crime, the stranger suggested that she join him an his Thief's Guild. She would be trained and would steal for the Guild. In return, she would be fed, clothed, and sheltered. Vess heartily agreed and grew up training to be a thief.&nbsp; At one point in her life, caught somewhere between child and woman, she broke into what seemed like a rich house. However, upon entering, Vess discovered it was some kind of witch's house. Fascinated, she explored and lingered, despite knowing otherwise. Once, again, she was caught by the witch once she had returned home. However, instead of wanting to punish the girl, the witch weaved a enticing tale, convincing Vess to learn her ways, explaining that she would receive a lavish life style, obtaining anything and everything she wanted. Once again, Vess agreed and started to study under the witch as well. Years went by and Vess became a woman. She had moved up from complete poverty to living as lavishly as she wanted. But it still wasn't enough for her. She wanted more. Her greed got the better of her and she did exactly what the witch had warned her against. Vess made a pact with a demon. In exchange for her soul, she would be granted the power to do and have anything. Her joy was short lived and it was soon after that the demon came to collect on his part of the bargain. Vess tried to trick the demon, but in the end, Hell won out and received another soul to own.<br><br>Once in Hell, the demon she had made a bargain with attempted to take control over her. For a long time she fought with the demon and quickly escaped him, fleeing. For ages she fled before finding shelter with a much higher ranked demon. Centuries went by as she plotted vengeance. She grew stronger, faster, and more powerful than she ever was in her human life. Once again, she started by stealing from demons, but being caught by one target, she became employed to assassinate another demon or lose her own life. Finding assassination to come easy to her, the demoness continued her thieving, but now assassinated. Vess became known within Hell as a never-fail assassin. She had been employed by many to take out targets. It was never something she had thought she would ever do. However, her training as a thief and witch from her humanity, along with her newfound ability to control shadows, she was nearly undetectable by any. At one point, she had become consistently employed by certain demons to take out their enemies so they could rise in rank. One such mission asked her to assassinate a Prince. By this point in time, nearly a millennium had passed since she had arrived in Hell and she certainly knew who the Prince was. However, if she would succeed, the rewards would be grand. During the job, she was on the right track, however, her employer had hired multiple assassins and they screwed up. Unfortunately, she had attempted to flee, but was caught. Now, she's stuck among the slaves, feeling like she doesn't belong among them. Apparently fate wants her to fight her way up again.<br><br><strong>On/Offs: </strong>See my on/offs. Most of anything is ok, just no potty play or vore/gore/anything that rhymes. Also, Vess is a virgin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Hades' Arena - Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 10:40:31</strong>
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				<strong>Player Name:</strong> Dashenka <br><strong>Character Name:</strong> Aldora<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bisexual<br><strong>Status:</strong> SlaveMistress<br><strong>Appearance:</strong>&nbsp; <br><br>(http://www.wallcoo.net/paint/Abraxsis_Royo_Subversive_Beauty_1600x1200/images/abr_royo_subversive_beauty_new_iii_millennium_2004.jpg)<br><br>She has wings and a forked tongue but she has lost the ability to fly. It's simply been too long since she used them.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> <br><br>Aldora is known for her insane cruelty and high mortality rate. Her slaves are put under constant torture and only a handfull survive to please the masters, the others are disposed off. Because the cruel training, the slaves she does produce, are among the toughest in Hell.<br><br><strong>Powers/Skills:</strong> Ironically in Hell, Aldora has the power to manipulate ice. Rumours are she drains the cold from her very soul to feed her powers.<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong> Once a slave herself, she rose to the rank of slave mistress and has been ever since she can remember. Her once beautifull soul now corrupted with evil, she seeks to rise ranks again to get closer to the ultimate leader in order to once again feel the pleasure of life again. <br><br><strong>On/Offs:</strong> Very poor grammar and interpunction. Seriously though. I will do my best to also be dominant to male slaves should we have those but it's certainly not my strongest point. Other than that, I'll gladly cut your head off or slice your stomach open just for the fun of it :)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Hades' Arena - Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ironwolf85</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 18:59:35</strong>
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				<strong>Player Name:</strong> ironwolf85<br><strong>Character Name:</strong> Sergio Cerberus the Third<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bi (doesn't give a damn)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Hermes: messenger<br><strong>Appearance:</strong> His normal appearance. http://c526039.r39.cf2.rackcdn.com/users/237/602/9/photos/pby0121.jpg (http://c526039.r39.cf2.rackcdn.com/users/237/602/9/photos/pby0121.jpg) I couldn't find a human one to match but he doesn't use it often.<br><strong>Personality:</strong> Intelligent, passionate, incredibly protective of wards and secrets. Suprisingly flexable and matter of fact when it comes to the backstabbing politics of Hades. He is a distainful cynic towards Demons and Devils, not so much towards the new arrivals. even giving them rides on occasion.<br><strong>Powers/Skills:</strong> Aside from control of Fire elements and a knowlage of gates and portals, he trains extensively with weapons of all sorts and has strengh surpassing the what passes for "normal" in Hades. Unlike most he does not discount modern human technology, having bought a hellcycle with sidecar for bulk messanger duties.<br><strong>Bio:</strong> Cerberus guardian to the underworld, charged with keeping fleeing souls from escaping. of course like any Jailer, he can be bribed for the right price. Sergio is the result of a "bribe of the flesh" one of the many spawn that haunt cerberius's lair. As one of the few humanoids he soon felt wanderlust. He became a hard fighting, hard drinking, hard fucking, mercenary in the constant wars between princes and lesser lords of hadies. Recently he's found his status as a non-demon and a primal's reputation for keeping anchent secrets has him working as a high cost courier<br>But walking through such carnage has left a bad taste in his mouth and to him the bedroom is a place to escape from the brutality and war that incessently rages around him. He spends is time off in leasurely persuits, especally the bathhouses.<br>Unlike other primals and most demons he's embraced human technology where he finds it useful.<br>He looks down on the Princes and Marques, as in the Primal view their so called "father" is just a spoiled brat who couldn't cut it in paradise, and got his ass exiled, so he set up shop in the underworld.<br>Oh he's a powerful and intelligent brat to be sure. The primals have their secrets in their secret places, untouched by demon kind and kin.<br>So Sergio takes the prince's "end of the world, dominate the earth, tear down the gates of heaven" proppaganda as just that. Bullshit proppaganda to keep the rank and file gashing their teeth and waiting instead of slaughtering each other. the primals know if that day ever comes demons will loose, after all the creator could whipe the entire underworld and everything in it from existance with a thought, even if he doesn't, and humans aren't to be underestmated.<br>Occasionally he might mention the "Promse Day" to another primal, but that is a secret in and of itself.<br><br><strong>Promise Day Secrets:</strong> When they refrence "The Promise Day" the secret is that the primal powers are allied informally with The Creator not out of rightious zeal but due to respect and mutual advantage should the end be forced.<br>Most primals don't think armageddion will even happen, the prophesy isn't more than a few thousand years old as far as prophies go, could stumble at any stage, and the demons loose anyway, they would be going up against The Creator of the Multi-verse who was there when they themselves were brought into existance, an army of pure selfless good, and Humans aren't as puny as the demons think.<br>Yeah... they're not betting their coin on the princes winning that fight no matter how eliquent their proppaganda among their own kind. They can't even stop fighting each other. <br><br><strong>On/Offs: </strong> Blood and pain I prefer in the battlegrounds, not the bedroom. in Sergio's case it's his one secret, aside from scat, and child porn. There are few other limits to what he will do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Hades' Arena - Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AngelicBlade</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 01:08:38</strong>
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				Player name: Angelicblade<br><br>Character Name: Zehair Angelith<br><br>Sexuality: Straight<br><br>Status: Slave<br><br>Appearance:<br>Human:<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/188/2/7/Ulquiorra_Schiffer_MAJ_by_Wen_JR.jpg)</div></div>Demon:<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://static.mmo-champion.com/mmoc/images/news/2010/april/ss992.jpg)<br></div></div>Angel: (Will be explained in Bio ^^)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://shadowness.com/file/item3/67501/image.jpg)</div></div><br>Personality: A very serious, and cold person. He has been hardened being a slave all of his demon life, he hardly shows emotion or signs of caring about anything. He does do what his masters want, unless it has anything to do with angels. He is calm and collective, as well as a quite person. He mainly keeps to himself except if a friend is involved. He mainly stays in his human form unless a special occasion arises.<br><br>Powers/Skills: He is a very skilled warrior trained for fighting demons which, given his new form, makes him an extremely good body guard or gladiator. He knows angelic spells, not longer holy, that help him in a pinch. He is skilled with using a sword like weapon. Though he usually uses two. He can make swords from solidified energies he can create, but after solidified he can't control the energies that make the weapon anymore.<br><br>Bio: Zehair was born as an angel. He was immediately placed into a training camp for the new generation of angelic warriors when he was twenty years old. <br>While in the training camp his meet his lover an angel named Feritha. They grew close in training and when they completed basic training Zehair and Feritha where placed in special archangel training for being the best out of their generation. He trained to fight demons for about one hundred years along side Feritha before gaining Archangel status in heaven. Zehair was one of the more skilled archangels and was placed into angelic bishop training. He stayed in Bishop training for about fifty years before gaining word that a great heaven, hell war was breaking out. He abandon training to be knight in the angelic army. He served with his lover Feritha. When Zehair and his battalion gained the upperhand against a force of invading demons they were sent into hell it's self. While in hell the demon attacks were relentless and almost endless. Feritha was slain when a prince decided to join the battle. Zehair was enraged at the sight of her death and went into an almost unstoppable rage killing many demons in the way of the prince. When he reached the prince he surcame to eminence dark energies and was tainted turning into a fallen angel. Strangely his skills were the same just with dark energy instead of holy. The prince made him into a slave and through him to the arenas so he could fight for demon entertainment. He quickly became a crowd pleaser as he rose to champion status in the arena. Zehair knew the new princes might take a liking to him, though he dreaded the thought of them and what he had become.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Hades' Arena - Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 05:05:25</strong>
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				<strong>Player Name:</strong> Vergil1989<br><strong>Character Name:</strong>&nbsp; Adam Jefferson<br><strong>Gender:</strong>&nbsp; Male<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong>&nbsp; Straight<br><strong>Status:</strong> Slave<br><strong>Appearance:</strong> (http://images.buddytv.com/usrimages/usr1641030/1641030_tom-welling.jpg)<br>(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ElYl5Oni-_Y/TcY6E7ewIgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/p8KKsx68WUw/s1600/demon2.jpg)<br><strong>Personality:</strong>&nbsp; Being new to Hell, really new, Adam hasn't lost his angry spirit that had gotten him into the mess he's now in.&nbsp; Having been bullied for years growing up, he finally had had enough and struck back after selling his soul off to gain the power of a demon.&nbsp; Unfortunately he isn't the brightest bulb in the box and was essentially ripped off, at least that's the way he sees it, and is now a slave to a being far stronger than he is.&nbsp; He's learning fast however that he should have just grinned and bore the humiliation and pain a few more days instead of lashing out by summoning dark and demonic beings to aid him.<br><strong>Powers/Skills:</strong> He's good with his hands, having been a mechanic on Earth before he had sold his soul to become a demon so he might take his revenge on those that had wronged him.&nbsp; What he didn't realize was that by doing so he had damned himself to rot in Hell for all eternity afterward.&nbsp; Now, with the unnatural sex drive of a perpetually horny teenager amped up tenfold now as an incubus, Adam has found himself able to shape shift his entire body into any male form he wishes, with a bit of trouble since he's still learning.&nbsp; When in his demonic form, Adam is much stronger than a normal human being, and can manipulate his body so he can potentially grow another cock or tentacles as the need arises.&nbsp; He also has black as night wings which are able to support his weight and allow him brief if uncontrolled flight since he's still getting used to all this.<br><strong>Bio:</strong>&nbsp; Adam Jefferson was your average college prep that came from a somewhat wealthy family and was attending a somewhat ritzy college to become an engineer working for CAT or some other big construction company.&nbsp; Life was relatively alright, except for the small fact the bully that had followed him all the way from his high school days had managed to cheat his way to the same college by some cruel incident of fate.&nbsp; She was essentially the bitch from Hell since she had the sordid reputation of leaving behind a slew of very blue balled teens behind her, loving to tease them to death before denying them what they wanted from her.&nbsp; She came his way, and at first Adam was able to hold her off but eventually his resistance crumbled when a rumor started going around that he was gay, which was most definitely not true.&nbsp; He found out that she had started that rumor just to get to him, but that was after he had already made the deal to take his revenge on her.&nbsp; Driving out to the lake after he had confronted her in the hall between classes, he knew what to expect but he hoped that she'd relent.&nbsp; Fat chance of that as he was left with the same feeling of unfulfilled sexual gratification, handcuffed to his own steering wheel, and left to rot with his pants and underwear somewhere on the back seat of his car.&nbsp; That was it, he had had it and he was going to get her.&nbsp; Something very odd happened shortly after he had gotten home, somehow managing to get the lock picked to the cuffs since he had managed to sneak a paper clip in one of the air vents, just in case since he had been prepared, having heard how she loved to leave her victims should they try to take what they want by force.<br><br>A man in a well tailored suit was waiting for him, and the smell of brimstone and sulfur was in the air, yet the man himself with the completely black eyes seemed like he belonged in his two hundred dollar a month apartment which was rather cheap considering it was nothing more than a walk in closet in all honesty.&nbsp; The doors and windows had all been locked he knew, yet here he was, offering him a chance to get back at her.&nbsp; Adam didn't hesitate as he shook the demon's hand.&nbsp; The next night was far different as he left the bitch in a pool of her own blood and orgasmic juices, having fucked her raw from all of her holes before being pulled into Hell himself where he has started a rather...new life in the Afterlife.<br><strong>On/Offs: </strong>&nbsp; I don't mind gore, so long as it's done right.&nbsp; Combat oriented gore is a necessity in my opinion but I don't have any experience with it beyond that but am willing to try all the same.&nbsp; My MAJOR off however is I don't do anal if I'm playing a male PC, as well as oral for another male, beyond that I'm pretty open.&nbsp; ((Check my O/O page for the rest.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Hades' Arena - Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 23:37:54</strong>
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				I will throw in an app :)<br><br><strong>Player Name:</strong> Lore<br><strong>Character Name:</strong> Sarathiel<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bi, with a preference for males<br><strong>Status:</strong> Slave<br><div class="floatright">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x207/darkvision_photos/5531-800w.jpg)<div class="floatright"> <strong>Appearance:</strong> Of unimposing stature, Sarathiel's strong presence is derived mainly from her ethereal beauty and still, calm demeanor. Her placid porcelain features are the typical fare of renaissance frescoes: Gentle brow, long narrow nose, full pleasant lips, and large blue eyes carrying the knowledge of ages. Her hair falls in loose waves of amber-gold, usually arranged atop her head in simple braids. Her frame is narrow, small breasted, and lined with the faintest bands of muscle. Sarathiel's attire (http://www.brainstorming.ba/assets/images/featured/angel.jpg) remains the same as the day she was cast out, though now the formerly spotless strips of cloth encling her torso have turned ashen gray with the grit and grim of the lowly levels of Hell. <br><br>Human:<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://wallpapers4free.info/pictures/paintings/luis_royo/luis_royo_006.jpg)</div></div><br>Angel:<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://sites.google.com/site/janeth1912/luis_royo_theacacialeaves_angel.jpg)</div></div><br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> She was built to serve, to obey, and for millenia she excelled at the task. Sarathiel has immeasurable patience, and sureness of self and purpose - though the later has begun to falter under the imposing darkness of Hell. Fiercely intelligent, but of few words, Sarathiel has little regard for those who are more talk then action. Since her arrival to Hell, she's begun to experience a whole host of emotions never felt before: anger, grief, regret, an aching loneliness. She yearns to feel love once more, for a return to grace. Despite harboring pacifistic tendencies, she has no love for demons, and the threat of being handed over to the legions is just enough motivation to ensure her compliance. <br><br><strong>Powers/Skills:</strong>&nbsp; Having been made perfect, she has surprising physical strength. Though her knowledge of sword and shield combat remains, her host of heavenly powers were stripped form her at her fall, along her wings and halo. Her position in Heaven granted her a vast breadth of knowledge. There was a time she could look a man in the face, and recall in vivid detail the entirety of his life. Since her collaring, these recollections come in brief, fractured glimpses (any memory she might have of another character would be cleared by their player first).<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong> The heavenly bickering raging above is not without its casualties. There was a time when Sarathierl donned the wings and halo of angel with tempered pride. She was one of the first, given form at the fall of man. The distribution of knowledge and inspiration from heavenly muses to man had to be mediated and monitored, and she was charged with the task under the mantle of the Archangel of wisdom. There was frustration to be found at the foolish ends to which most of the gifted knowledge was put by mortal hands, but she held fast to her charge. The ages slipped by, and she secured herself a position among his most faithful. <br><br>When the recent petty squabbles erupted above, Sarathiel was quick to attempt to assume the role of mediator, but soon both sides grew weary of her continued meddling and calls for compromise. One of her closest, most trusted companions betrayed her, convincing her that it was in man's best interest that she be more selective with the knowledge filtered down to to the mortal plane, then calling attention to her disobedience. All warring sides seized the opportunity to expell her, banishing her to the petty reaches of Hell for a duration undisclosed. <br><br>Her strategy was to lay low among the squalid peasant levels of Hell, and for a short time, her [<br>plan worked. It was only the recent fervor for new slaves that had hunters uncover her and collar her by surprise. She was sold as something of a novelty for a tidy sum.<br><br><strong>On/Offs: </strong> Above all else, Sarathiel finds intellect most seductive. I made her her own rabbit hole (http://rh.greydawn.net/browse.php?c=Sarathiel), and would be happy to discuss these further with whomever she finds herself under. </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Hades' Arena - Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pockets</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 06:06:03</strong>
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				<strong>Player Name:</strong> Pockets<br><strong>Character Name:</strong> Ahriman<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Status:</strong> Prince<br><strong>Appearance:</strong><br>(http://i593.photobucket.com/albums/tt14/Charmaines_Pocket/Aizen.jpg)<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Cold, heartless, and utterly ruthless<br><strong>Powers/Skills:</strong> Being one of the original Fallen, Ahriman's power base is immense by anyone's standards. He's quick to do favors, always ensuring that those favors are paid back at the absolute most opportune time. Ahriman is also a potent magician, tactician, and diplomat.<br><br>Ahriman is a consummate manipulator. Able to manipulate all but the most agile minded into not only agreeing to his demands, but practically making them think it was their idea to begin with.<br><br>Obtenobration: Ahriman can manipulate the shadows and darkness is as clay to him. He can mold it, control it, and even give it life for short periods of time. This fearsome power has prevented his destruction at least once.<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong> Ahriman stood with Lucifer against God in The First War. When they failed to defeat the forces of heaven, they were cast down stripped of their purity but not their powers. Ahriman had already been a powerful archangel in command of huge numbers of the Heavenly Host.<br><br>When cast down into Hell, Ahriman immediately set up shop. Doing work for others building his powerbase quickly and succinctly. He wanted to make sure he could either manipulate any up and comers into doing his building or so thoroughly discrediting them that their own actions became their own undoing.<br><br>Unlike many, Ahriman has not allowed his appearance to degenerate forcing him to maintain multiple forms. The only thing that he refuses to use are the tainted wings of his original form, now midnight black, marking him as one of the Fallen.<br><br><strong>On/Offs: </strong> See mine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Hades' Arena - Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 06:08:41</strong>
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				<strong>Player Name:</strong> Esoteric Myobi<br><strong>Character Name:</strong> Mnemosyne<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bisexual<br><strong>Status:</strong> Prince of Hell<br><strong>Appearance:</strong> Human appearance (http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3486/3932087302_5439277965.jpg) and Semi-Demonic appearance (http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/034/7/e/Elizabeth_Bathory_by_GENZOMAN.jpg)<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Mnemosyne is cold and calculating, she uses her cunning to take the most efficient route and once she has decided upon a path she'll do anything to reach her intended goal. A sadist at heart, she revels in both torture and a quick but bloody death.<br><br><strong>Powers/Skills:</strong> <br><br><span class="bbc_u">Human Form</span>: Ability to manipulate the elements as long as they are readily available. While in this form, she is only able to control her own blood.<br><span class="bbc_u">Demonic Form</span>: Depending on how much she has shifted to her full demonic appearance, her powers increase. [Note: I doubt that she'll ever reach her full demonic appearance, the most will be as depicted in the picture. Though if ever, prepare for devastation.] She is able to freely conjure elements and is also able to control the blood of others -- as long as they are bleeding freely.<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong> Named after the mother of the nine Muses, Mnemosyne was a child of prophecy born with powers known to none. With an innate ability to manipulate the elements before her, she was raised in a time of turmoil and trained to be the bringer of the end -- of peace. She was taught the ways of the sword at a young age, and her four mentors drilled her in the control of each of their special elements. By the time she became a young woman, she was hardened to battle and able to freely control all that air, water, earth, and fire offered her. <br><br>It seemed as if the prophecies had been correct, for with her at the lead, her army razed the grounds before them. Yet one fateful night, their enemy attacked under the cover of darkness. Unfazed at the thought of facing Mnemosyne, they were uncannily confident in their victory. And it was victory that they received.<br><br>Awaking in the depths of hell, Mnemosyne found herself facing a woman of inhuman beauty. She was dark and alluring, captivating and haunting at the same time with an underlying layer of barely detectable menace...the Queen of Darkness beckoned to her with a coy smile on her lips. Her enemies had sold their souls to the Queen in exchange for victory. A delicate hand motioned to the side, and there she saw the miserable forms of her enemy's wailing souls, writhing and begging for freedom. <em>"You are free to do with them as you please."</em> Flat, black eyes rested on the mass and disgust flickered for just a moment, yet her blade did not flash. "Spare their lives, for death is too good for them."<br><br>Her response pleased the Queen and Mnemosyne soon became her favorite. First taken in as an apprentice, later adopted into the royal family. It was from the Queen, one of the Princes at the time, that she learned her skill to manipulate blood. <br><br>Centuries passed and Mnemosyne had become a Marquis of her own right. She was no longer the woman who fought for righteous beliefs. Now, in Hell, she only slaughtered if asked or for her own personal gain and enjoyment. The centuries spent living amongst blood and torture had made its mark on her. The name of Mnemosyne was feared throughout Hell for both her accomplishments as well as her bloody deeds. Yet she never stepped into the ring of political battles, for her interest did not lie there. She stood loyal to her Queen and was content.<br><br>Recently, news reached her ears that the Queen of Darkness had fallen. Her own apprentice has revolted against her and led a coup to claim her throne of Prince.<br><br>There had only been one other apprentice besides Mnemosyne.<br><br>Now, Mnemosyne is the <em>only</em> apprentice and she wears her new status as Prince with pride in place of her fallen Queen.<br><br><strong>On/Offs:</strong> Mnemosyne will do just about anything to achieve her goals. Whether it is to attain favors or to deal punishment, she has no limitations. [Though if you're still unsure, just send me a PM.]
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Hades' Arena - Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyMaayan</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 06:38:22</strong>
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				(http://darkwarrioress.bravehost.com/Athena.jpg)<br><br><br>Player Name: Lady Maayan<br><br>Character name: Athena<br><br>Gender: Female<br><br>Sexuality: Hetero<br><br>Status: Slave<br><br>Appearance: Human<br><br>Personality:&nbsp; Named after the Goddess of War for a reason. She is a mistress of steel. She is confident, hot-tempered and strong willed. Her answer for anything and everything lies in a challenge of blades. Courageous and stubborn, to her detriment at times, she seldom backs down, be it man or fight.<br><br>Powers/Skills: She is an excellent swordswoman, a skilled warrior. Skilled with a bow, she prefers steel in her hand, dual swords to be exact. Fleet of foot, quick to assess and adapts to any situation. She was trained to the sword, using one hand then the other, making it possible for either hand to be her main.<br><br>Bio: Born into a war torn land, Athena grew up wanting nothing more than to right the wrongs in her homeland. Names after the Goddess of War, she bears a small sigil on the inside of her upper right arm, given to her by the Goddess herself when the girl came of age. Athena was trained by the best teachers that could be procured in her time and a few sent down from the goddess’ own temple. Other than currying favor with the goddess, Athena made her own way in the world.<br><br>With the advent of her parents being killed in the war, Athena went on an a blood-crazed need for revenge, slaughtering all those who were responsible and then some. With the taste of blood in her mouth, she took more lives than her patron goddess herself could forgive. The charge among the gods was simple, the young woman must atone, to live for eons, in the plains of Hades. Cast down, Athena finds herself alone with just her swords. The question is, <em>where</em> in Hades had she landed?<br><br>O/O: See mine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Hades' Arena - Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iksander</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 04:43:46</strong>
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				<strong>Player Name:</strong> Iksander<br><strong>Character Name:</strong> Astaroth<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bisexual<br><strong>Status:</strong> Marquis<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong> In his human form, Astaroth is unassuming.&nbsp; He's slender, short, with mousy brown hair and matching eyes.&nbsp; His clothing is simpler than his station would normally demand, but the fabric and cut give it an air of humble regality.<br><br>His demon form, however, demonstrates the true nature of the beast within.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://oi52.tinypic.com/70uz2w.jpg)</div></div><br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Astaroth is quiet and patient, seemingly lacking in all ambition but possessing of a wisdom that is almost peculiar for a demon.&nbsp; He seems to keep his emotions under constant check, but is willing to put himself into conflicts with the hope of resolving them.&nbsp; He carries himself meekly, but not shamefully.&nbsp; Despite his public persona of compassion and peace-making, he can be quite bitter and savage in private, especially on those far beneath him in the social order.<br><br><strong>Powers/Skills:</strong> Astaroth has been gifted with Sight Beyond Sight.&nbsp; All things, save those concealed by someone more powerful, are his to know.&nbsp; Illusions do not bar him, deceptions do not fool him, disguises fade behind his potent vision, and even the hidden truths of the universe are his to know.<br><br>He also possesses a wide variety of skills, cultivated over the millenia.&nbsp; Despite once being one of the weakest demons, he has since grown powerful, the beatings he suffered in his "youth" only encouraging him to grow more potent and more skilled.&nbsp; And while in terms of raw power, he is no match for any of the Princes, he has a complete understanding of how and when to use the power he does have.<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong> When Lucifer first rebelled, Astaroth was amongst the least of the angels who joined with him, and when they were cast into perdition, Astaroth was perhaps the weakest of the new race of demons.&nbsp; But he was clever and he was patient, and despite the unpleasant treatment he received at the hands of his peers, he survived.&nbsp; He endured and grew stronger, while turning his peers onto each other, planting the seeds of betrayal in their minds before allowing his enemies to tear each other apart.<br><br>Despite his growing ability, Astaroth lacked in ambition.&nbsp; He had no particular desire for the reigns of control, and simple continued to hone his abilities as he found himself, against his desires, climbing the social ladders of hell.&nbsp; For a time, he was sent to earth to tempt men with knowledge, but he found he had no taste for it.&nbsp; For a time, he was sent to the front-lines to command forces in the skirmishes against the forces of heaven, but he found it too grisly for his sentiments.<br><br>And so he came to spend more of his time in the courts of the lords of hell, aiding and manipulating, ensuring that things ran smoothly when he desired and fell apart when he grew displeased with the course of events.&nbsp; When the most recent Prince arose to the position, leaving the position of Marquis open, it was only natural that Astaroth be chosen to the position.&nbsp; If there was any who would not seek the position of Prince before his time, and yet serve admirably when that time came, it was him.<br><br>Now Astaroth waits.&nbsp; His goals remain shrouded in the depths of his mind, hidden from all save the one who can pierce all illusions.&nbsp; Soon the time will come, and soon all things will come to order<br><br><strong>On/Offs: </strong> As per mine
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Hades' Arena - Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 05:22:45</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://img825.imageshack.us/img825/8158/illangel9602.jpg)</div><br><strong>Player Name:</strong> Lithium<br><br><strong>Character Name:</strong> Herja<br><br><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br><br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><br><strong>Status:</strong> Slave<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Stoic, brave and proud. Too proud for an agent of the heavens, even, many would argue. She keeps up her valiant warrior facade a vast majority of the time, making it very difficult to get her to open up or express her feelings. She hates weakness, and her main concern has always been defeating the forces of darkness first, with the protection of the innocent being a distant second. Demons are the things that she loathes the most, though. She's cut down thousands of them already and wouldn't hesitate to exterminate every single last one of them if given the opportunity. Apart from the destruction of her mortal enemies, the glory and honor of victory have generally been the driving force behind Herja's actions.<br><br><strong>Powers/Skills:</strong> Having been born and raised as a warrior, Herja has had hundreds of years to master the art of battle, during which time she's become extremely proficient at it. Her wings also provide her with a big advantage over adversaries that do not possess the gift of flight, although her ability to fly is severely reduced by her slave collar. In addition to the enhanced strength and speed that all divine being and demons possess, Herja is also blessed with incredible grace which makes her actions appear fluid and effortless. Her final power consists of the ability to concentrate pure light and transform it into a weapon, although it's significantly harder for her to employ it down in the depths of hell, and even harder still with the collar around her neck.<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong> Almost 8 centuries ago, the Valkyrie known as Herja was born in the heavens high above the Earth. Having been created with the main purpose of going to war against the legions of Lucifer himself, she dutifully carried out her mission for hundreds of year after having undertaken her training. In terms of pure martial prowess, she was considered one of the best warriors that heaven had to offer, although her overly bloodthirsty nature made advancing through the ranks considerably more difficult. In an effort to prove herself worthy of the position of Arch Valkyrie, Herja began setting off on increasingly perilous adventures, often leading many of the soldiers under her command to their dooms as she charged into seemingly impossible scenarios. <br><br>It was during one of these desperate battles where her troops were outnumbered four to one that her skill was finally not enough to pull her through. Having been distracted as she was forced to defend herself from all angles, Herja was unable to avoid the demonic beast that pounced on her from behind and began dragging her down towards the infernal pits of hell. She'd lost the use of her wings while grappling with the beast, as the creatures powerful arms kept them tightly pressed against her body, so she had no choice but to try fighting it off. It was to no avail, unfortunately, and the two of them violently crashed on to the surface of the underworld like a comet. The devastating impact finally shook the beast loose, allowing a badly injured Herja to finish it off, but the damage had already been done. <br><br>Trapped in the nightmarish abyss of Hades, there was no way to fly out anymore. Herja's only chance to escape was to find out how the demons traveled in and out f their home, but that was obviously no easy task. Despite her efforts to blend in, she was never able to fool the residents of hell for very long, and therefore had to constantly fight for her life with tooth and nail. Amazingly, she managed to keep it up for months, but it had only been a matter of time from the start until she could not carry on any longer. Having finally been vanquished by one of the slave masters' minions, the dauntless Valkyrie was shackled, collared and brought to the arena to serve as entertainment for Hades' social elite.<br><br><strong>On/Offs:</strong> Having a very strong personality, Herja naturally enjoys being on top and in control of any situation. However, being with someone who could challenge her for control and even turn the tables on her (in a consensual scenario) would be the thing that <em>really</em> gets her off. On the other hand, being humiliated, degraded or stripped of her pride would be some of her greatest fears.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Hades' Arena - Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 00:53:57</strong>
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				<strong>Player Name:</strong> Dudel<br><strong>Character Name:</strong> “(The) Grand General” Eviscerating<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Technically Male<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> N/A (Has no actual sexual attractions)<br><strong>Status:</strong> Prince<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong>&nbsp; First and foremost, Eviscerating has no weak human form. His body is strong and proud, a six foot tall monster designed to his own liking with the help of dark underworld wizards. A combination of his own magic with that of enchanted stone to fortify his body for the combat he experienced every single un-day of his never-ending life. Both his legs, his entire left arm from shoulder to fingers, the front of his chest and his lower jaw are made of this indestructible substance. However this came at a cost of appearance, the magics of the stones tainting his once beautiful skin and turning it to that of rotting and dripping flesh.<br><br>The Grand General is a creature of fear and hatred, his eyes glowing a deep red, his hulking figure pressing the ground he stands deep like a crater when he walks. His weight not measurable by mer human understandings, but know should he fall upon you then you will certainly perish in agony. That stone arm and hand of his like a claw, capable of easily ripping metal let alone that of flesh. Teeth sharp like blades, capable of crushing fresh bone within his maw with little more than a grin to follow. Two large horns protude from his forehead, sharp like daggers yet are grooved with a corkscrew design, as if he has filed them in this particular manner.<br><br>What clenches the appearance of this creature, however, is what he has willingly given up for his power. Namely being his genitals are now gone, only smooth rock with ancient symbols remain, up to the point where his waist and hips. He wears no clothes to speak of, making sure all see everything that he has purposefully made himself into, and even flashing off the large great hammer which sits in the holster especially grafted to his back out of his own bones. A true twisting tale of personalized looks and appearance.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Eviscerating is a thing of anger and agony, his mind frequently having flashes of violence; flashes which he even more frequently acts upon to the point of rape, cannibalism, defecation, and mutilation. He is the epitome of fueled anger, having a hate for everything that is not himself or The Lord and Master (Satan/etc) who runs all what can be seen. However there is respect for the honored position he was grated, so while he may bite those who look in his direction he’ll try not to upset his current seat as one of the Princes of his praised kingdom.<br><br><strong>Powers/Skills:</strong> <br><br><span class="bbc_u">Strength</span>: Between his natural aggression and enchantment upon his body, he is not to be trifled with when it comes to physical blows. The hammer upon his back weighing half as much as he does yet being able to swing it about as if it was made of air.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Intimidation</span>: Between his physical appearance and natural aggression, intimidation (and things similar to it) are very easily handled.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Dirty Tactics</span>: Not something typically seen day-to-day, but it was this knowledge (coupled with some minor military training) which granted him the position he currently holds. A master of tactics and dirty tricks, he does what needs doing in order to win.<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong>&nbsp; One of Hell’s greatest combatants turned to one of Hell’s greatest warriors, turned to one of Hell’s greatest generals turned (soon) to one of Hell’s greatest leaders. Thanks to Eviscerating’s behavior, ruthlessness and all around nasty behavior he has survived everything Hell has tossed at him. Many took notice and offered slow advancement, from nothing more than one to fight within the arena to one leading armies against heaven. Prior to it all he did not even have a name, and the name he now holds was given to him by those who he battled.<br><br>What happened to The Great General’s body was done by his own request after having been given the chance to leave the arena and fight for Hell. After his first combat it turned out that his own strength and will were not going to get him far enough, so pacts were made and trades started to happen. After a short time of self pain, torture and dismemberment, the creature known as Eviscerating came to be... not far after did he win a great battle in Hell’s name and was given his title by The Lord and Master himself.<br><br>From there more favors where earned and more favor granted, now a Prince in line for the thrown as a personally selected breed of beast made perfect to rule Hell and bring it to glory as it should have had since the dawn of time and creation. Not much is known about his life on Earth, or as a mortal, and Eviscerating tends to fucking keep it that way.<br><br>"Hail The Lord and Master! For Hell and it's glory! I will succeed in all I do."<br><br><strong>On/Offs: </strong><br><br><span class="bbc_u">Character</span> Never Submissive. Otherwise, none.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Player</span>: I don’t get off on half of this stuff sexually speaking, however Eviscerating is who he is. If confused, view my O/O Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=73110.0) for possible clarification or just ask.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Hades' Arena - Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 16:42:35</strong>
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				<strong>Player Name:</strong> Eeyore<br><strong>Character Name:</strong> Ragnor<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Hetero<br><strong>Role:</strong> Slave Master<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs27/f/2009/239/5/e/the_merciless_by_perzo.jpg)(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs8/i/2005/294/f/a/Angel_And_Demon_by_jarling_art.jpg)</div><br><strong>Appearance:</strong> (Click Image to Enlarge)<br><br>In Human form, Ragnor appears as a man from the Wild North, wearing nothing but fur coverings and armor. His skin is covered in the markings of the Demon Lord he sold his soul to, granting him great strength and skill. His body is well muscled and scarred and he would strike a handsome figure if not for the fire that burns in his eyes.<br><br>In Demon form, granted to him by his lord, his muscles are accentuated and he looks vastly human, if not for the horns that protrude from his shoulders and head. One can not ignore the wings either as they grant him the ability of flight - all gifts from his original Demon Lord.<br><br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Ragnor is full of rage and sorrow. He is quick to anger and quicker still to strike out because of it. He is still adjusting to his new life but is quickly learning that he enjoys his sense of power. He knows it will never bring back his family, but he is content with being able to inflict pain and death and suffering on the sorts of people that murdered his family.<br><br><strong>Skills and Powers:</strong> In Human form, the powers gifted onto him are Immunity to Fire, Hardened Skin (making it harder to wound him), and enhancements to Speed, Agility, and Strength.<br><br>In Demon Form, all of his powers and skills are increased ten-fold and he is granted the ability to Control Fire as well.<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong> Ragnor is a man of the Wild North, used to living a tribal life. He was the son of the Tribe Leader and was well versed in the ways of the Warrior. His people, small in number, had to rely on fighting skill, tactics, and agility in order to survive. There were few better then his people at moving silently through the woods or mountains. Ragnors life was content, until THEY came.<br><br>THEY were 'civilized' people looking to claim new territory. When the Tribes refused to leave their hereditary lands, the 'civilized' people sent in their Armies. At first, the Tribes fought well, but there always seemed to be an endless supply of enemy soldiers to kill. Slowly, but surely, the Tribes started to fall back. Ragnors Tribe decided it would be better to make peace with these Southern Warrior and set up a meeting. However, treachery was afoot and the Southern Warriors massacred Ragnors Tribe. Ragnor, only 18 years old, managed to escape. It was then that he made a pact with the Devil, asking for greater strength and skills so that he could smite his enemies. Little did he know that the Devil was actually listening.<br><br>Ragnor awoke in the morning with no memory of the night, but with the feeling of fire coursing through his veins, his body covered in dark tattoos. He soon learned of his new powers and exacted revenge on his family, slaying hundreds of Southern Soldiers before finally being overwhelmed by their numbers. Waking up in the Underwold, his Demon Lord took him under his wing and taught him many things.<br><br>Now he is branching out on his own for the first time, as a Slave Master. He had fought many battles in the Arena himself.<br><br><strong>On/Offs:</strong> No M/M, Scat, see Signature for more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] Hades' Arena - Characters</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>29-07-2011, 12:22:14</strong>
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				<strong>Player Name:</strong> Writersblockade<br><strong>Character Name:</strong> Praetor<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight, for the most part.<br><strong>Status:</strong> Slave Master<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s17/Dadroid/treize15.jpg)</div><strong>Appearance:</strong> The Praetor exudes the confidence of a military man with the entitlement of nobility. His eye remains kind, even as he teaches his slaves in the ways of conquest and submission. One could stand toe-to-toe with The Praetor and still feel somehow shorter…smaller, and his aura carries a heaviness akin to a deep fog. Perhaps it’s just a memento of his death, or simply a figment of an observer’s imagination. His human form always gravitates towards the finer garbs of time. Designer Suits, stylish military garb, and flashy armors tickle his fancy, and serve as additional diversion for his already busy existence as a Slave Master.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;His demon form is simplistic in nature, yet remains a form that seems to make the most sense for some reason. One could look at him and feel that he somehow “fits” his where and when. That he is exactly who and what he needs to be at all times, when he kisses a hand, or drives a sword through another. He appears built out of cold bone held together by a knight’s ghastly armor and darkness’ embrace. His only display of power the almost constant sheen of light in his eye sockets, a sickly green that brings forth thoughts of biohazards, toxic waste, and the slow steady march of decay.<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Dutiful, almost to a fault, The Praetor sees his vocation as a necessity, and his own personal pursuit of it a sort of religion. Where else could one take all the joys of life, from breaking and training, killing and seeing others die, and bartering for favor – and apply it to one thing that could be done for ever on? His personal decision to foolishly hold onto the antiquated idea of Honor in his current environment has lost him a few chances for high quantity sales, but the nobility could never doubt the quality of product in his stable. This is in part due to a calculating mind and unwillingness to provide the market with inferior product.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s17/Dadroid/trieze14.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Powers/Skills:</strong> His powers seem to be that of a minor war deity. Damned soldiers show deference and even instant allegiance in battles that involve him. It is not unknown for him to walk with a small entourage of souls with assorted uniforms from different times during more intense gatherings amongst Slave Masters. He also possesses weapon recall, where the weapon he wants simply forms in his hand, ready to use. As one could imagine, this becomes more taxing the larger or complicated the weapon, so he likes to keep it simple. Mentally, he is very astute, and loves to pass the time guessing at the machinations of others with a surprisingly good level of success.<br><div class="floatright">(http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s17/Dadroid/skull_knight___speed_by_jamga.jpg)</div><br><strong>Bio:</strong> The Praetor has no real memory of who he was before his arrival in hell. The name he’d given himself was the product of a conscious moment upon his arrival. It hardly mattered, as he instantly went to work doing what he did best. Once a slave, he’d managed to keep himself from being used and discarded by his prince by being a trusted advisor and guard. The prince had the foresight to introduce him slowly to the joys of raising slaves of his own, and to his own unique specifications. The eventual “replacement” of that prince would have occurred much sooner without the support of his slaves, and from that realization would come the eventual increase in demand from the more discerning collectors, and influence within the realm. <br><br><strong>On/Offs:</strong> listed on my name, but let me know if you’re trying something –really- freaky. I’d have to feel out how this guy’s going to be.
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