Can it be a demon of some sort instead of a fiend? I have a really good idea concerning demons.
The Cafe [Fanfiction]
By demon I mean something like a dark spirit that killed a knight and wore his skin like a cheap suit. Occasionally changes attire.
I think that would be more with the Undead, like a Phantom. Which is pretty expansive for me whatnot with adding Almire, a few kingdoms, and some other plot stuff. Maybe later, but for now, I think I might have to refuse. :(
"Like the savage, fire-breathing, people whipping kind?"
I'd prefer you not compare us to those Farlon savages.
Wha???
Edit : So you played Braveheart or something? What?
Demons? Heh, Don't compare us to your standard Anime Demons.
On another note, Religion's demons (Christianity? Go somewhere else, Barkalbs.) have it even more inaccurate.
all I've got to say is "They're A lot more Common than you think."
Can you re-iterate that? I have no idea what the heck you're talking about. Unless you're talking about anti-social zombies (like you) and crazy 7 year olds (like me), I have no idea to who, what, when, or why you're referring to as a demon. And it's bugging me like crazy.
Edit : Okay, so people with Aspie's like you. That's as far as I can process it.
I was trying to be serious, But no. FUDGE IT!
Anyhow.
Go on, And keep blindly believing demons are the biggest evil.
It's probably better, anyway.
Not all demons are evil.
For the record, I am not. . . Hrmm. How do I describe?
Not a goth/vampire wannabe/emo twat/christian/anti-christian.
I don't even know what Braveheart is. And yes, there are demons living amongst us. I just may or may not be one of them. And if I was, I'd prefer you not compare us to the savage Farlon. Crazy bastards soiled the demon name.
Wait, what's a Farlon? I've googled it, I've dug through the for the word, and I have no idea, other than some random character from a game named Braveheart. Care to explain?
Name : Tyrael Silverstone
Rank : Trojan
Appearance : Shoulder length silver hair, Storm Grey eyes. His eyes are full of youth, but can sometimes have a haunted look. Nothing else strikingly different. He tends to have a blank look, not much emotion. However, you can hear it in his voice.
IB Equipment : Recolored Ironmight helm and armor. (Dark Grey instead of red.) Double-edged Tier three Trojan blade. Tier three Trojan shield.
OOB Equipment : Gray Military Style Hat, Dark Grey Leather jacket(usually unzipped), Black T-shirt underneath, Black jeans and Grey combat boots. A Saintly Silver Amulet and a Dread Skelly Charm sit around his neck.
Personality : Tyrael is a little touchy, he doesn't take kindly to being poked at verbally. Continuous teasing will prevoke anger. He doesn't approve of teasing other people, but isn't the one to stand up for other people. He is the kind of person to help without leaving any evidence that he was there. He is shy, after an unhealthy experience with people he thought were his new friends he doesn't trust many people. He knows not everyone is like them but he doesn't want to take chances. He likes inamite things, metals, gems, rocks. Tyrael likes weapons too, he takes care of his sword as well as he can. He tends toward judge people on how well kept their gear is.
Bio : Tyrael was captured as a child and turned into a Trojan. Then one day he was given a Skelly charm and Silver amulet. The power of the trinkets allowed him to temporarily regain control of his mind. He escaped the Devilites and upgraded the Trinkets. He wears them everywhere he goes in memory of it. Without the trinkets, he still has control over himself, but sometimes otherworldly urges speak at the back of his mind. After getting back to haven, he decided to become a guardian. He was pretty good at it too. Then on a mission, he told his squadmates what happened to him. Horrified, they attacked him and had him arrested. He sat in jail for some time before being let out after being tested for lethality. He still considers himself an outcast, and can be seen at the new cafe late at night.
I didn't even know Farlon was a thing. I literally made a name up off the top of my head and started calling myself a demon.
Don't mind us, FG.
We're just pulling your. . . Paw.
@Liminori @Sonosuke
I'd really like you to stop clogging my thread up with your random nonsense then from now on. Thank you very much.
What, And that wasn't a good enough cover story?
Nevermind.
I'm just the wierdo in the corner who's been there for a few years that everyone hates.
Seems ok, but I'd rather that you extend it, if possible. Not that it's bland, but I feel there could be more done.
Alex(andria, which she preferred less than the abbreviated form) had no real concept of day and night. Having been raised indoors for almost the entirety of her life (up until Vin took custody), all she knew was when it was dark, it was time to sleep, and when it was bright, it was time to wake. But little did she know that the day and night patterns were opposite that of the one she was accustomed to. Cradle's artificial sun was all but a daytime moon for her, as Cradle's moons (both the artificial and the real one) hung on their twin axes like two suns.
So it was of little surprise to Vin that he heard the soft patter of footsteps go down the wooden stairs, only to slowly fade into nothing.
The young man only shuffled in his sleep, and curled. He hoped, at least, that she was only grabbing herself a glass of milk and cookies or something like that.
Underneath the tuft of black hair sitting on his scalp, he dreamed other dreams, dreams of life back on Isora, of him wondering the streets as late as Alexandria's waking time in his years as a child.
~~~
Clink!
A glass cup was set on the table.
Thump!
A carton of milk followed soon after.
Clack!
And then came the platter of...not cookies, but...pancakes. Five of them, all stacked into an imposing column of fluffy, fried wheat paste, sat there in all their warm, buttery glory. The only substantiation to the tower was a hearty scoop of blueberry-flavored jelly, dyed a light cerulean, as well as a serving of margarine.
Now this...this was the stuff.
In a systematic manner of sorts, Alexandria began to slice a grid across the pancake, and was just about to down on her first bite whe- THUMP.
It was the back door.
Immediately, Alexandria could hear shuffling upstairs, and Vin, who wasn't even out of his bedwear (a Miracloth set of pajamas) soon glided down the stairs to meet this mystery person.
At least, not before pausing to look at Alexandria.
"Pancakes? You're eating pancakes at this time? And the jam? Honey, you know that's going to cost me money..."
"...the door," replied his daughter as she began to dig into the pancake.
"...right. I'll have a word with you later..."
And so, as soon as he opened the back door, he was immediately met with a large shadow blocking all light from the outside. Save for the luminescent grey eyes standing a full two feet above Vin's forehead, there was no telling who was this tall person beyond the doorway.
Vin didn't seem in the least intimidated as he was apprehensive for the safety, for he quickly stepped aside and waved the hulking figure to come in.
"This isn't the appointed day...so why are you here now Tyrael? C'mon, spit it out," Vin mumbled as he closed the back door behind the figure, now lit by the bulbs overhead. Just from the face alone, the figure was seen to be a young man with a face of a child's, though his body was almost disproportionate in comparison to the small head.
"I ran."
"...over what reason? Did they hurt you or anything?"
"...n-no."
"Then?"
"I-I mean, yes. Yes, they did. Hurt me real bad."
"Where at?"
"The back. My back."
"...what did they do?"
"They said they were going to shave off a piece of the growth on my ba-"
"Let me see then."
"They said I couldn't take my ar-"
"Off. Now."
A loud hissing sound followed, and the clatter of metal on the marble floor was heard. The armor, from the looks of it, was like a thin casing over his massive, muscular body. Exceeding seven feet at his full height, he had to slouch slightly to avoid touching the ceiling with his head.
And there, on his back, was a small patch of crystals jutting out from his spine.
"Alright, sit down. I'm no Biotech, but if I'm not seeing cuts, I'm sending you straight back..."
I ran dry just that moment. It's updated e.e
Are Isorans able to understand all Devilites, or just the Pit Bosses?
Since Devilites have digital copies of their language, the Isorans already set up translation programs, so yes, Isorans automatically translate most languages.
good job on Tyrael. As much as he looks he is still a child inside. :)
Vin was surprised, to say the least. The growths on Tyrael were shaven so cleanly, so neatly, that they became more akin to scabs than anything else. The flesh had attempted to cover the crystalline structures, but the still-glistening incision implied that the Biotechs had made sure to continue allowing the growth to continue cultivating.
It was sick really. The only reason, Vin could think of at the moment, they'd do something like this was because they were using the poor boy as a host for the crystals. In other words, Tyrael might be doomed to have his lifespan shaven off week by week just for the biotechs' own benefit. Thrall probably didn't know, and now was definitely not the time to tell him.
"...u-uh...what do you see?" Travel asked, his voice soaked in fear and hesitance.
So Vin lied.
"Everything's fine, Ty. They didn't do anything, from what I could see."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Back in the day, when I used to help Geo Knights get minerals, I'd observe minerals growing. They were flat like this...just lke yours. Just like on some of the newly made Trojans too..."
Lies. All of it. Vin knew that the crystals grew rapidly; Arkus was the prime example of that.
"Alright, put your clothes back on," Vin mumbled as he pulled away.
"Say 'ah'," Alexandria ordered, and as a sort of treat, she stuffed part of a pancake into his mouth.
"Alexandria, what're you doing? You realize he has this condition, right? If you got him si-"
"Then why does Uncle Hahn give me candy every time I do the...check-up thingy?"
"He does?"
The little girl innocently nodded.
"That's it, by next morning, I'm watching what you eat, young girl."
"B-but Dad, that was onl-"
"You're going to get cavities. Now say sorry to my friend over here, finish up, and go back to sleep."
After glaring at Vin for a few seconds, she tried to wrap her arms around Tyrael, who softly patted her back.
"Hey, Ty. Ask the biotechs if you can get some anesthetics next time. I can't have you just crashing into my place whenever you want, you hear me?"
"Yessir. Thank you for the check-up."
And the door was closed. Suddenly, Vin was breathing shakily, tears rushing down his face. He knew Tyrael wasn't going to last long. And yet, as this was a closed-doors thing, he couldn't openly protest against it. He knew what the Biotechs were doing, and they knew he knew. If he even tried to stop them, well...his privileges would've ran out.
"Dad?"
"H-h-honey, j-just...upstairs. N-now..."
Adina, contrary to her name, was anything but gentle. With a proud, upright swagger, she carried herself with such prowess that her students, numbering only 15 in the miniscule class, blinked in time with each step she took.
They were, for the most part, full-blooded Fiends from their own respective family lines.
The normally-chittering Greavers, pygmy in their violet-skinned proportion (save for their grotesquely lengthy wings), stared silently at their bipedal teacher with one multi-faceted eye each person. Their wings, blade-sharp at the edges, were wrapped so around their bodies that impressions of a lord's cloak was wrappedaround them. True to this hint, Reavers were a prestigious breed of hellspawn; as far as their similarity to the original ancestors, they stood second to none.
Following that would be the stalwart Trojan. A lot could be said about its kind, but the more clarified the description would be, the more outulandish it would sound. Simply put, the Trojan were living, breathing hunks of iron-like flesh. As if that wasn't enough, their cast-iron armor served as a second layer of tough skin to penetrate. This Rook in particular was a youngling; thus, the crystallized growth on its back barely jutted out.
While certainly wider than the Greavers, the Glorgos, in their burlier, slime-stained filth, were a far cry from their regals ancestors they once shared. With a bloated body, and an even larger maw, the miniscule wings they had allowed only for short-length flight. One of the two gluttons in this class, while lacking the spines and size of its parents, still drooled hungrily from its blue-grey maws at the sleek Adina, for all the wrong reasons. The other Brute, a cozy red color, was dead asleep; it inhaled and exhaled sprays of spit.
Then there were a variety of other Devilites, though most held the same bipedal, humanoid appearances as Adina. These were the children of the standard denizens of the corporate-lead states. Their parents, among the many others of hundreds of thousands of clean-cut employees and employers, had spent all the wealth that could've been spent for retirement or luxury for their education in a fairly new program.
It was only two decades since they arrived.
Other sentient races were not new to the States. In fact, by allowing the crust of their planet to be quartered and layered into an artificial planet, they were able to strategically place high-rise buildings to host all sorts of services, such as aeroponic farms, network providers, and so forth.
But there was a new arrival to the Annexed, one comprised of unexpected visitors. The hosts of the Annexed had advised against friendly interaction, but after an analyzation of the technology the visitors had at their disposal, the States discreetly opened trade with them. It was through one of these trades that they had found out : the Hosts were merely using the States as shields. They really had no long-term benefits.
In order to break the continuous corporate-driven hierarchies, a few of the States decided to open programs to begin training soldiers.
This was one of them.
This would be a reply to the disadvantageous choices of the Annexed : We will not be used.
Adina was pacing left and right because she was missing a student. The class was supposed to be numbered in 16. 15 were present.
Suddenly, the door was shoved open with a "BANG!", and in came Alexandria, in her wetware-suit. Her breathing was hard, and her face was red.
Adina halted her pacing, and with a pair of spinel-faceted eyes, peered into Alexandria's own sapphires set into her rosy eye sockets. And then they glowered with a green fire.
"Next time you're late..."
Alexandria's breathing immediately slowed, and within the span of five seconds, had rested back to normal pacing. Even then, it slowed even more. The color from her skin was paling quickly now...
"...I advise you say it before you become the first."
"...the entire class dies," Alexandria managed to eek out.
Adina broke her eye contact.
"Don't make that mistake again, Miss Valentine. Cadets, sit. As you all know..."
Adina glanced at Alexandria.
Don't betray your namesake, young lady.
"...today's the special day. I'm going to align you according to your sins. You will have training regiments to complement your greatest sin, and after which, you will be then moved to the Spiral Academy for further specialization. Language classes and fine art electives are effectively eliminated today.
Stand."
The 15 cadets stood in unison.
"Single file. By the doorway, beginning with Valentine. Order yourselves however you wish. You have five seconds."
I've got a bunch of slots open for Alexandria's fellow students, but as they are slots, there's going to be a limited number of spaces. These slots are all for the fellow students, so the age range should be around 7-12 years old, and all bunk in Haven. If I don't get all the slots filled, I already have a few pre-made characters to take up spaces.
The slots are grouped as so :
1 Fiend with Wrath Disposition.
2 Fiends with Pride Disposition.
2 Fiends with Sloth Disposition.
1 Fiend with Lust Disposition.
2 Fiends with Gluttony Disposition.
2 Fiends with Greed Disposition.
3 Fiends with Envy Disposition.
You can still create Fiends that don't occupy any of the slots. They'll play different roles other than being the students with Alexandria.
Oh well, let's see what I can come up with
Name: Sen
Devilite type: Unique, unknown origin
Disposition: Pride
Describtion: Sen is not a hard working devilite at all, for the most part, he likes to wear a strange red scarf and monolouging on the top of the school water tower(he prefers in the dusk, dawn would be his second option). Sen is a strange devlite, with a jet black body colour along with a pair of orange eyes. He is a delinquent in the school, always pick on weaker devilites, legend has it that he is the last living member of a once proud devlite warrior tribe, a tribe that renounced the coperate system and substituded it with a strong form of social darwinism.
Crap, midnight, why does all of your apps have to be so OP?!?! >.<
Coz I like my characters, micheal bay style...
Please make it according to the app template provided for you above.
Name : Jon Remus
Rank : Defender [IN RESERVE] (Hey, feel free to change this if you so wish, I honestly couldn't decide between Knight, Knight Elite, Defender, or Defender Elite)
Appearance : Fair skinned with brown-ish hair, Jon's arms are a small mess. There are scars dotted here and there on them, there's several bruises, and he's overall a bit knocked up, down, and all around. He's somewhat fit, with the recent break from duty having softened him up a little bit. It's also clear he's long overdue for an appointment with a shaving razor, mostly for the face.
IB Equipment : A Grand Flourish and a Super Blaster are Jon's only two weapons. He carries a Dark Thorn Shield on his back, and wears an Ash Tail Coat with the Sunset Stetson. He also has an ever-loyal Drakon, which he refers to, lovingly, as Mar.
OOB Equipment : Aside from his ever-present monocle, Jon tends to wear more casual clothes, usually a shirt with the Knights' crest on the right shoulder, baggy jeans, and a white headband.
Personality : While somewhat pessimistic, he's also easier to cheer up than one might expect. In addition, due to his general demeanor, he tends to come off as standoffish. He's really a cheery guy, just get him a little happy.
Bio : Jon was born to average parents in a well-to-do household. By the time he was age seven, he had learned to read, write, and use a sword. In addition to these talents, he had a good role model in his father, a man who worked in the Knights as a technician. In his teens, he would often head to his father's workplace, admiring all the technology, and, later, alongside his mother and father, boarding the Skylark.
Things changed.
On the day of the Crash, Jon lost his father. He also lost a good deal of his eyesight due to shrapnel, which, to this day, has failed to recover. He and his mother took up residence in Haven, with Jon depressed over his father's death. It was at this time Jon started trying to become a Knight. He failed, due in large part to his damaged eyesight. To do what he could to fix the issue, he took to wearing a monocle, which he later modified to add in a magnifying effect to aid in shooting. Two weeks after becoming a Knight, he learned the hard way his father's work wasn't all peaches and cream. He lost most of the rest of his squad to an ambush, only escaping after his commander was mobbed.
He was never quite the same.
Jon was shell shocked, always looking down, always thinking the worst of a situation, because of the incident. While he mostly recovered, his slight pessimism has stayed with him, and he tends to show it. One day, while in duty, Jon received a letter that stated he was going to be put 'in reserve' for an undisclosed period of time. He only just got back to the surface, and with the crowns he received, has secured himself a small house near his mother.
He currently lives a normal life on the surface.
[CREATOR'S NOTE: OK NO MORE RETCONS, THIS IS GETTING STUPID!]
And that is why you should have done what I did:
1. Type it out somewhere that isn't here and that you could save it
2. Make changes until satisfied
3. Post it here
4. ...
5. Profit!
Yyyyyyyup.
...Except that since Microsoft is greedy, they cut off my use of Word.
e.e
[EDIT: I'm REALLY not kidding, I was given a trial of Word, and not the full version, EVEN THOUGH I'm putting up with Windows 8. Gee. Thanks, Microsoft.]
>You encounter a thread.
>BUMP
>The thread shoots back up as your helpful bump reminds people it's still relevant.
Just another friendly bump.
Now that we're 51 posts in, feel free to start making apps for fiends.
CHARACTER APPLICATION REF SHEET :
Name : (No usernames, unless they sound like names. Just wanna create something more believable. This time, you're allowed to make up your own names. :D).
Rank : (See list of fiends...here. Also, I'm making up the Devilite hierarchy in this order :)
Blarful
Blar. Overtimer
Layoafer
La. Overtimer
Devilite [standard]
Overtimer
Firebrander
Firebrander Overtimer
Devil-IT
IT Overtimer
Yesman
Pit Boss
^That's for Devilites only. You also have the others : Gorgo-->Elemental Gorgo (with an alternate name)-->Devilite hierarchy-->[Silkwing-->Greaver/skip immediately to Trojan]
Appearance : (Describe with words, and no usage of pictures. None. Any pictures in your app = immediate non-acceptance. I want you guys to give me something I can use, and even if pictures say a thousand words, I can only hear a few dozens. If you give me a paragraph, though, I'll hear thousandSSSSS! Also, feel free to make the body types as crazy as possible. Overly buff fiends? You got it. Hermaphrodites? Questionable, but you got it. Skinny, walking Gorgo-Cyclopes? You got it. Devilites with smart office clothing, lithe humanoid bodies, and a forked tail? You got it.
You're pretty free with this one. Also, note that Trojans, in this fict, don't always wear bulky armor. They can be very human-like inside if you want them. Yes, I'll even accept them if they have actual horse heads like so : http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20121013180919/infinityblade/images/t... ^-^)
IB Equipment : (For battle. Not costume items. Includes weapons, Sprites, shields, and trinkets on top of armor. For fiends, this time, though, they can wield guns from the Gunner Update, as long as they're shadow. If you know 'em, name 'em. If you don't, don't bother. Office supplies included. In addition, you can replace the standard Trojan blade with any heavy sword weapon, and the standard shield with any heavy shield. Same thing for armor, as long as it's HEAVY [think Bomber Suits, Plate Mail, Jelly if you dare, etc.)
OOB Equipment : (Costume items. Be creative with this, and design your character in his/her casual clothing with whatever you like. You can even forgo costume items and just wear...casual clothing. Jeans, shirts, ascots, you name it. All clothing in here! And yes, Devilites don't have to wear office attire.)
Personality : (I don't need to explain, but PLEASE be colorful. Tell me their quirks, their strong points, their weak points, their likes, dislikes, EVERYTHING!!!!!!! For Fiends, though, you will have to admit one of their strongest sins that they're most prone to. I'll use it for later. I don't mind or care if you guys all have Wrath, but just throw in a sin. I'll list them out.)
Wrath - Side effects : Temper tantrums and higher dmg. Expect aneurysms and fatigue after.
Sloth - Side effects : Chronic sleeping condition and increased defense. Expect a lot of laziness. A lot.
Greed - Side effects : Bipolar disorder and a penchant for hoarding. Expect a lot of useful and useless things to be stuck in character's inventory.
Pride - Side effects : Narcissistic complex. Higher elemental defense, but a lot of boasting. And a certain unwillingness to do certain things.
Lust - Side effects : Masochistic personality disorder. Huge health boon or huge CTR, but a lot of awkward interactions. And a certain willingness to undergo / do certain things.
Envy - Side effects : Kleptomania. Higher ASI. Outbursts of rage and bullying also prone.
Gluttony - Side effects : Obesity and a penchant for cannibalism. Super slow movement and charge time, but huge buffs to every other field.
Bio : (Nothing epic, please. Otherwise, I'll just make your character be some druggie who overdosed and had a dream of becoming so powerful. I'm writing about daily happenings in civilian areas, not wars, so please use some common sense. However, with Fiends, you can be a bit wild as to explaining how the heck they're in Haven and not dead yet. Make your tale a little wacky if you want. Just...you know, not Beowulf wacky. That stuff's weird O.o)