The Demon Projects [Not Started/Accepting/PG16]

[The Final Messenger]

You stand. The sound is deafening. It is a sound you have heard before. It builds like a tower, climbing the horizon. The sound weighs you down. You fall, and roll on the ground. The sound spins in circles, and your insides twist at the pain it brings you. The ground is hard. It is night, and the lights are far away from you. The ground is cold, and you cannot lift your self away from it. The sound is too heavy. Its like it is holding you down. Lights make the sound afraid. The moon uncovers for an instant. Its light picks up the sound, but a cloud over the moon drops it on you again. It is darker, and louder than before. Something else is light, like a star coming closer. The sound holds on tight, even though it is afraid. The light comes closer, and the sound flees, but you cannot. The light doesn't stop. Then it does. Your heart skips a beat as the light takes shape. But not the shape you expect, but instead, a lithe young boy appears. His ornate swallow tailed coat billows in the wind. His hair is long, his eyes have black rings around them, and his face is sharp. A top hat sits glumly atop his head. "The demons are growing bored," he says. "I'll give you a choice, to die, or to play my game..." The boy smiles and adds, "If you can win my game, you start life anew, all sins erased, clean slate, all loved ones alive, and the best part is... The game is to kill me."

You choose to play his game. The boy walks toward you and touches your soul. A darkness grows and blocks your vision. You experience a falling sensation, and hear the words, "Welcome to The Demon Projects..."

You realize you feel nothing. You're dead. The boy tricked you. You die either way. No, you start to see light, then your eyes open. You remember your dream. Your... death. But before you lies a room. It is decaying, rotting, and glowing. Something catches your eye. A skeleton sits in a chair and grins at you. "Why you must be a contestant!" it says in a gurgling, ugly voice. "You know, there are others here too," the skeletons says. "And in these games you'll have to kill them, to get to the boy. You must slay them, you must slay them all!" it yells maniacally, "And once you kill them all... The boy will still exist. you must kill him as you know already... if you don't die that is!"
[center][b][color="#FF0000"][size="5"]LET THE GAMES BEGIN![/size][/color][/b][/center]

[spoiler=Rules of the Games]
No Godmodding
No Powerplaying
No Metagaming
No Expies
Post Atleast Twice A Week
Posts MUST Contain 4 Lines or More
You Can Make Alliances You Know...
You Can Also Fall in Love... But You'll Have to Kill Them Later... or Sooner
Killing is A-Okay!
HAVE FUN! and try not to die...
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[spoiler=App]
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
Bio:
Weapon of Choice:
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[spoiler=My App(s)]
Name: his name is unknown to everybody so just call him 'The Boy'
Age: Unknown, looks 15
Appearance: The boy wears an ornate swallow tailed coat in a certain shade of blue-ish white.[color="#AFEEEE"]Kind of like this.[/color] His shoes are made of leather and are colored black. His hair is long and is colored light gray, his eyes are yellow, and his skin is pale.
Personality: He is very childish for a demon, but very bored. He is manipulative and cruel, yet happy and charming. He's intelligent and cunning as a fox.
Bio: He was not born as created. He is to be the sucessor of the Lord of Demons(Lucifer), he has been sheltered throughout his being so he has been very bored for the past billions of millenium. He recently created The Demon Projects to relieve his boredum.
Weapon of Choice: He doesn't need one, but if he had to choose he'd choose a sabre.
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[b]The Hunger Games Got NOTHING On This![/b]

[Quiksilver]

Reserve. I don't have time to finish it today, but I will create the app tomorrow or the day after that.

[The Final Messenger]

Reserve reserved

[Quiksilver]

Here's that app I promised ya. Oh, and just a tip here- you might want to explain more, cause the information seems a bit scanty right now. Elaborate on the plot a bit. That sort of thing.

Name: Aaron Ripley

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance: Aaron is tall, dark, and roguish, with spiky brown hair and a unscrutinable yet handsome face. He is semi-built, with a typical muscle structure for a guy of his age and one who trained weekly. Scarred arms and legs and piercing green eyes remain the only thing stopping girls from hitting on him, though his charming Irish accent helps overcome that.

Personality: Aaron is strangely conflicted, proud of his heritage yet chained down by it at the same time. He wants to be a true Irishmen, proud of who he is, but with parents who are IRA, that's a bit tough for a boy who was raised to always do the right thing. Other than this strange confliction, Aaron remains a nice boy who likes to relieve his problems with jokes and does not give up his secrets easily.

Bio: Aaron was not born in a nice place. No, it was rather more [i]hellish[/i] in origin. Born to two IRA terrorists in the town of Dublin, Ireland, Aaron understandably have a good life growing up. It was not until his ninth year of life that life started getting better for Aaron; after his parents got jailed during a raid, Aaron was sent to an orphanage and adopted by loving parents. He loved his new life deeply and vowed to never return to that dark place called his childhood, and to prevent such history from coming back up, Aaron decided to train in various types of self-defense. Ironically, Aaron never got to use these techiques to defend himself; in a twist of fate, Aaron found himself in a IRA bombing raid while studying at the National College of Ireland... and then. Aaron awoke to the sound of a boy's manical laughter. In the talk that followed, Aaron discovered he could have a chance to go back and finally finish that life that was only starting to get good for him...

Weapon of Choice: Trained extensively in both Krav Maga and various martials arts, Aaron prefers iron nunchaku in battle.


Eurgh...now that I look at it, the app seems kinda depressing. Oh well.