Name: Daemon
Age: 19
Height: 5'8"
Realm: Underworld
Reason for Dying: Daemon was once a hired assassin, trained to kill people at birth. When assigned one client, he somehow got too close to the victim, and was punished by being shot in the heart.
Area of Underworld: Fields of Punishment
Personality:
:bulletblack: Sarcastic: Daemon doesn't like stupidity and feels that stupid remarks should deserve stupid (or sarcastic) answers. His serrated tongue is almost as sharp as his blade, a trait blossomed through his lovely family tree.
:bulletblack: Sharp / Perceptive: Due to his former job as an assassin, he has been drilled thr
Blackjack - Stolen by MysticShadowDemon, literature
Literature
Blackjack - Stolen
The forest was silent for once. Not even birds were chirping their beautiful calls, and not a leaf was turned or ruffled, for there was no wind. This worked to Adrian's disadvantage, or advantage, depending on how you wanted to look at it. It made it harder for him to move silently and go unnoticed by possible wanderers through the forest, but at least this gave him more practice in trying to improve his stealth. After all this body needs more training He's been getting lazy he thought in distaste.
As he advanced further, Jaycee's familiar workshop came into view. Slowly and stealthily, the redhead crept towards the building.
.|Appearance:
Sylvia's black hair stops at her mid-back, with red streaks running through it. She stands at 5'6", and due to her cold and stoic nature, she appears more older than she really is. She has extremely sharp vision, almost as good as Jayden's. Though her double eyelids make her purple eyes look wide, her eyes are almost always half closed, making her appear calm, aloof even. Her normal attire consists of a long red t-shirt with a fallen angel designed on it, with some feathers falling as the background. Her pants are midnight blue flare jeans that cover up her white sneakers. Most of the time, you can see her wearing a plain white
.|Appearance:
Jayden is a 5'3" boy with shoulder-length black hair and dyed purple streaks. He looked more like an 11 or even 10 year old more than anything. He has dark purple eyes and has 20/10 vision. He wears a black bandana that wraps around his whole head, acting like a backwards baseball cap. He normally wears black baggy clothes that are too big for him. His shirt's design has a white human skull with a silver and white cross behind it with red blood splatters on it. The pants are baggy cargoes that are long enough to cover half of his checkered converse. Because of his love for music, he has headphones on top of his bandana and cove
CH: RP Log 5-Adrian Briand by MysticShadowDemon, literature
Literature
CH: RP Log 5-Adrian Briand
London: Hmm, this letter says that this potion maker should be somewhere around this area. She looked down at the letter Rook had delivered to her earlier in the day and then around her surroundings , not quite able to shake the creepy feeling she always got when near the clocktower. Stupid Adrian and his stupid tiger...making me go through all this trouble. She sighed, "Hope I find this potion maker soon...it's getting cold."
Windy: "Mr. Blacks, get back here. Goodness," Windy said, chasing after her cat, who went off running somewhere. After a while, Mr. Blacks stop abruptly and started to hiss at London.
London: Balking as a multi-colore
Name: Daemon
Age: 19
Height: 5'8"
Realm: Underworld
Reason for Dying: Daemon was once a hired assassin, trained to kill people at birth. When assigned one client, he somehow got too close to the victim, and was punished by being shot in the heart.
Area of Underworld: Fields of Punishment
Personality:
:bulletblack: Sarcastic: Daemon doesn't like stupidity and feels that stupid remarks should deserve stupid (or sarcastic) answers. His serrated tongue is almost as sharp as his blade, a trait blossomed through his lovely family tree.
:bulletblack: Sharp / Perceptive: Due to his former job as an assassin, he has been drilled thr
Blackjack - Stolen by MysticShadowDemon, literature
Literature
Blackjack - Stolen
The forest was silent for once. Not even birds were chirping their beautiful calls, and not a leaf was turned or ruffled, for there was no wind. This worked to Adrian's disadvantage, or advantage, depending on how you wanted to look at it. It made it harder for him to move silently and go unnoticed by possible wanderers through the forest, but at least this gave him more practice in trying to improve his stealth. After all this body needs more training He's been getting lazy he thought in distaste.
As he advanced further, Jaycee's familiar workshop came into view. Slowly and stealthily, the redhead crept towards the building.
CH: RP Log 5-Adrian Briand by MysticShadowDemon, literature
Literature
CH: RP Log 5-Adrian Briand
London: Hmm, this letter says that this potion maker should be somewhere around this area. She looked down at the letter Rook had delivered to her earlier in the day and then around her surroundings , not quite able to shake the creepy feeling she always got when near the clocktower. Stupid Adrian and his stupid tiger...making me go through all this trouble. She sighed, "Hope I find this potion maker soon...it's getting cold."
Windy: "Mr. Blacks, get back here. Goodness," Windy said, chasing after her cat, who went off running somewhere. After a while, Mr. Blacks stop abruptly and started to hiss at London.
London: Balking as a multi-colore
CH: RP Log 4-Adrian Briand by MysticShadowDemon, literature
Literature
CH: RP Log 4-Adrian Briand
Avalon Klauz: "Yes I think I might have something that might fit you. I'm going to pick up the clothes, then check how Mister Adrian and Miss Renoir is doing, and make breakfasts." His face remained calm at all times.
Kroy: "Alright then." Kroy smirked, as was usual of him, but he wasn't really feeling it. He wanted to go check on them himself right now, but he would have to wait until he had a shirt to cover his scar. He didn't want them to stir up a fuss.
Adrian: Sharp claws were dragging their fingers down his face, arms, and chest.> He slightly twitched from their cold, sharp touch, but he stayed put for the most part. Soon the cla
Current Residence: Pluto... Favourite genre of music: [Alternative] Rock/Metal Favourite photographer: Myself? Favourite style of art: Sketch Favourite cartoon character: Currently, Shizuo from Durarara!! Personal Quote: Most people are only alive because it's illegal to shoot them.
Favourite Visual Artist
Too many
Favourite Movies
A lot
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Favourite Writers
Robert Frost, Rick Riordan and Jennifer Lee Carrell
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PlayStation 3
Other Interests
Music, art, writing, poetry, Anime, video games, soda, weapons, violence, gore, etc.
This is basically what is going to be the maid application for our group. It'll be fixed up and edited once the group has the application all done—the time is near—so you guys can be on the lookout for that, and fill out this part of the application while we're getting that done.
Name: Create a name for your maid. It can be of any language / origin. First and last name, please.
Alias: Pick a nickname for your maid. This is what she'll be known by in the club / by other people.
Age: Self-explanatory. The youngest your character can be is 18 while the oldest will be 30.
Faction: There are five factions you can pick for your charac
Normally, I wouldn't start a donation pool or beg for points like I am now ~thisisawfulplz (https://www.deviantart.com/thisisawfulplz) BUT. THIS IS FOR THE SAKE OF A GROUP. A VERY AWSOME GROUP. :iconAnimalis-Cafe: It's still under construction, and all the mods are helping to raise enough points to make it a Super Group. So...
I'm opening up commissions for the first time. BEAR WITH ME.
So erm, if you want me to draw or write, the info is down below.
Just send me a note, comment on my page, anything, if you want me to draw / write something. Just saying, I'm a much better writer than visual artist. The following should be in your message:
:bulletblack: What you want me to dra
What even. This is like, the third time I'm doin' this. What.
:bulletblack: The Rules
1. You must post the rules.
2. Each person must post 5 things about themselves in their journal
3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and create eleven new questions for the people you tag to answer.
4. You have to choose 11 people to tag and post their icons on your journal.
5. Go to their page and tell them you have tagged them.
6. No tag backs
7. No stuff in the tagging section about "you're tagged if you're reading this". You legimately have to tag 11 people.
:bulletblack: Five Things About Me
1. I woulda killed this s