Disciples of Dante : Western-Literature-Demonic RPG

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Ahhhh Im back. And it's time to start off with a new RPG. Who here has read the Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri? Good book, and it has inspired me to write this new RPG. So here...we...go.

Note: My Latin is very poor. If there need be any corrections, PM me and tell me. Thank you.


Story:


It is 1896. The West has become somewhat darker. Like Satan has waved his hand over the world. But the darkness is most strong in one town. Everto. This town in the deep south is known for what happens. Rumors of rituals, demons, cults, and Satanic creatures in this town have spread all over the West. And yet, none of these rumors can be proved true. Whenever one tries to learn the truth, they disapear. It is like the town is a black hole for trouble. And evil. But what happens here is a mystery. But one thing created in this town has spread throughout the West that draws people to this town. A short phrase in Latin that draws man to this place.

Nos es Discipulus of Dante. Nos servo is universitas ex hostes hostium. Quod nos peto haud remuneror huic. Permissum nostrum ago exsisto vitualamen. Ut orbis terrarum exsisto tutis ex contemno of Diabolus.

And so, these, Disciples of Dante speak of saving us. From something. And that is what draws adventurers, killers, and all people from different walks of life to try and find out what these Disciples do. And what they try to save us from.


Character Sheet:



Name - Simple right?
Age - Also simple. 22+
Race - Explained in the rules.
Gender - Simple
Equipment - Weapons, things you keep on your person, ect.
Profession - Adventurer, Bounty Hunter, Ex-Criminal, ect.
Personality - How your character acts
Appearance - How they look
Biography - Characters history, what they've done, ect. Minimum of a short biography is three paragraphs.



Rules:


1.) No godmod, spam, or anything of the like. If you are here to post, you are here to post in the RP. Nothing else.

2.) There are a choice for races. Here is the list.

Human - Simple correct?

Demon - Human creatures that have a constant dark shadow around them. Clothed in black robes. Can only be summoned by the Cult of Everto to come out at night. Appearance can differ, but some have wings, others have black halos, and others are just shadows with dark, body piercing red eyes.

Angels - The exact opposite of a demon. Clothed in white robes. A bright light surrounds them at all times, unless they choose to hide it. Can only be summoned by the Disciples at night. Appearance can also differ.

Half-Demon/Angel - You got dad/mom who had a relationship with a demon/angel. You have the appearance of a human, but also have some of the powers of your mythic parent. You can survive in the daylight. You always have an urge to either help or destroy. Usually, you are aligned with either the Cult or the Disciples, but some wish to keep out of the struggle. You are inhuman, but you can still be killed. You also are not as strong as an angel or demon, and your powers compared to them are greatly diminished.

I do wish for everyone to diversify and not just go with a demon or angel.

3.) Minimum of two paragraphs per post, and a minimum of seven sentences per paragraph.
Note to Person Who Repped Me and Asked if this is a little too much: No I do not think this is too much to ask for seven sentences per para. However, they don't have to be in big paragraph form. They can be split into many different paragraphs. As long as 14 sentences is met, that is all that I ask.

4.) You can only control up to three characters. Also, nobody can be God. Or Satan. People who want to sign up must send me a PM before you put your character in the story so they can be approved. Some special positions are also available if anyone wishes to be it. They are:

Leader of the Disciples - Open
Leader of the Cult - Open
Archdemon - Open
Archangel - Father Coram

5.) I think my good friend the Doc put this in the best words.

If a player is unable to attend the RPG, don’t despair! I will NOT delete or kill off that character. Remember: we all have lives outside of this little slice of cyberspace! Some of us have to work 40+ hours or attend five college classes a week and take care of families. This RPG was planned with extremely busy people in mind! The character in question will simply be stated as sleeping, at the local pub.....et cetera. - Doctor Lassen

6.) Have fun! Or I'll kill you.


Character List:

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James the Hunter - Duncan, Senior Member of the Disciples

Father Coram - Arch Angel Zachariah

David Schofield - Will Hillman

usaywhat - Angelo DelVecchio

johannmaximus - Johnathan Sawyer
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Name - Duncan

Age - Forty-nine

Race - Human

Gender - Male

Equipment - Double-edged sword, Colt Model 1877, and a pocket Bible with numerous notes

Profession - Senior Member of the Disciples of Dante

Personality – Quiet, and collected individual. He keeps to himself, and even his fellow brothers do not much about him. He is seen as a happy man at times, and loves a good joke. He is however, a very serious individual also. He has an inner rage that when provoked, is dangerous.

Appearance – Tall, around the height of 6’0. Strong build. Has a dark brown beard and hair, which is trimmed and cut. Tan colored skin. Brown eyes, which show compassion and anger at the same time. Wears a grey robe with a hood, that hides his face. Has a form of plate armor on his right shoulder and chest. Also has plate armor on his knees.

Biography – One of the original Disciples, Duncan has seen everything that has happened in the Order. As a child, his family was killed by demons. And for that, he swore revenge against them. He lived a loaner and a recluse till he met the current leader of the Disciples, Dante, who had named himself after the first leader of the Disciples. He learned much from Dante, including the tale of Alighieri’s journey to Hell. He swore an oath to Dante, to follow him, and to join the order. And the Trials of the Disciples began.

They were hard, but Duncan overcame each task. He became a member of the Order, and took the Oath of Dante. He has fought tirelessly against the Cult of Everto. He was also there when Dante was struck down in an underground battle between the Cult and their summoned demons and the Disciples. He was chosen as a candidate to lead the Disciples, but he declined and instead, they chose another. Duncan has now taken a blood oath to avenge the death of Dante, his friend and mentor.

As a senior member, he recruits new members to the Disciples. He is known throughout the town as the Grey Warden, for his signature grey robe and hood. He has been known to hide in the shadows, but when he comes out, it is either to battle or to recruit. When he needs to travel in public, he shaves his beard and changes his cloth to recruit. He chooses the best and the strongest, men of valor and honor. And there are not many in Everto. He is a constant target for the Cult of Everto. As of now, he is on another recruiting mission in the town. However, great things will come into play that will effect him and the rest of the Disciples.
 

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Name - Arch Angel Zack, Zachariah
Age - Unknow
Race - Arch angel
Gender - Male
Equipment - http://www.freewebs.com/w0lfden/angel%20sword.jpg (Just add some blue flame when i draw my sword and there you go.)
Profession - Angel/ Guardian
Personality - Heis a honorable arch angel, Obeys his one true master the lord, Has been sent down to deal with teh scum that walk this earth
Appearance - http://www.pollsb.com/photos/o/43518...male_angel.jpg
Biography -

Zachariah has been sent down with the others, He has been given strick orders, He was recently promoted as the lord gave him higher powers, The previouse arch angel killed one of there own adn turned to the dark side, Apparently he heard that once a mortal goes to hell the arch angel hears his screams of pain for the next 12 days, He must silance this agony that it brings, He holds all of the souls of the people that have fought by him and is the worst enemy or the arch deamon, Who was previosly the arch angel until they faithful day, The lord heard the piearcing screams of one of his soilders as the angel's life was ended by one of there own...

The archangel Zacharia swore an oath to protect the disiples and the world from the dreaded stana and his minions of billions strong, He mainly travels with his other 9 brothers of the lord, (NPC) And contiues his work amound the world, Banashing deamons...Hopefully one day will beat the dreaded Archdeamon...His worst enemy and a slave of satan himself, Sent upon the world to unleash hell and fury draggin mortals to the wolrd below.

Zack prefers to be called Archangel, Great one, Or his full name: Archangel Zacharia, He dosen't like being called his shortened name apart from by his friends and the lord himself, He refers to other angels as helpers, Disiples, Friends or holy ones, He spends much of his time in his human form hiding his charcter from the deamons also hidden, He watches over the world and rushes to assistance when something occurs.
 
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Name - William "Will" Hillman

Age - 33

Race - Human/Demon

Gender - Male

Equipment - Stiletto knife, Mauser C-96, Sawn off M1887 Shotgun, Colt Bisley (1892 model SAA) revolver with a cross engraved in the ivory grip, filled in with gold.

Profession - Gun fighter, Salesman, Bartender.

Personality – Proud, assertive and calm individual. He enjoys making himself known, and any fellow man immediately looks up to him. He uses manners and always respects the many beautiful women he sees on his trips. Deep inside him, however, something is different, he wasn't aware of it either. It was some sort of a posessive force, and it seemed to stem from his family history.

Appearance – Tall, around the height of 6’3. Thin build, incredibly strong for appearance. Has a brown moustache and short hair parted down the middle, gentleman style. white skin. blue eyes, which show a sence of superiority and ownership to all who gaze into them. He wears a light gray dress shirt with a gray vest over it, in one of the pockets is an old golden pocke****ch given to him by his grand father, a veteran of the Civil War, when he was on his death bed. He often wears black slacks, sometimes gray depending on the occasion. He rarely dresses in "Lower class" attire, with the exception of a pair of blue jeans said to have been wore by his grand father, father, and uncle in many skirmishes from the raids on Confederate forces to the assault on tribes. He wears Black dress shoes with no lacings, but in the field he exchanges them for his brown riding boots.

Biography – (Oprah sucks and has lady gagle on which sucks... sorry if the post is not quality but... How does that hoebag have 6 grammy nom's???)

William was born on December 12, 1863. The civil war was raging, and his grandfather was a captain onboard a Union Steamship. The ship was a weapons platform for the Union and was used to sail up the Mississippi in order to eradicate a dug-in confederate artillery brigade when a soldier onboard the ship lit a cigarette in the gunpowder storeroom, igniting the entire munition. Williams grandfather and four other men were the only survivors of a crew of 32. Two of the men died days later, while grandfather was left in a critical state. How he had done it was unknown at the time, but he managed to survive well past Williams fourth birthday. When he finally was on his death bed, he gave William his golden pocke****ch, and he has held onto it ever since.

As William aged, his mother grew more and more reclusive, and his father began to serve in the military, participating in many skirmishes with tribes on the great plains. Eventually, the tribes no longer fought. They were simply herded into areas across the US, reservations. Williams father did not like that, and he eventually retired early from the army.

Williams adulthood came quick, as he graduated school with no problem. He learned he had a keen gun hand, and began to practice shooting skills. He became very acquainted with firearms, and carried a small blade for a backup. William soon became a bounty hunter. Thats about all there is to say about that.

To Celxius- No, he doesn't have a teriffying dark and evil side. More of an extreme fear of the unknown, and guilt for all that the demonic beings have done over the years, and with his mother being a demon wanting to give up on evil and father being a human warhero, his genitic kindling and spiritual aura has made him very powerful as he can resist all things a normal person can, and a dark demon. But what gets him held back, is his deep sorrow over things unknown.
 
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Name-Angelo DelVecchio

Age-27

Race-Human

Gender-Male

Equipment-.22 Winchester Repeating Rifle, 2 Six-Shooters, and a pocket

Bible written in Italian.

Profession-Wander

Personality-Though humerous, anger can show itself at times. Tends to escape from most situations. He keeps to himself, not trying to make any trouble. Even though he tries to keep to himself, he usually won't turn down someone in need of help.

Appearance-Medium height, around 5'11. Due to the physical toll of travelling around the country, food is usually inadequete, making him a slim figure. He's got a natural tan that only gets darker when in the sun. His thick Italian accent makes you cling to his every word. His black button up shirt is smothered by his brown trenchcoat. He wears plain black pants and brown boots with silver spurs. Short brown hair covers his head, allowing his brown eyes to be seen.

Biography-Born on November 17, 1869 in Venice, Italy; an only child. His family was considered one of the most known families in the whole Venice city, their roots dating back to Roman times. Their wealth ensured Angelo a good education and social status.
His father was the founder of a wealthy bank, his mother a "stay at home mom". His fathers job required alot of work, but he somehow managed to spend quite a bit of time with his only son. When Angelo was 16, his parents were murdered at Theater.
Once 18, Angelo would be given their vast amount of wealth. But until then, his fathers co-founder would recieve the money. Much against his fathers friend approval, Angelo investigated the murders only to uncover that his father was engaged in an underground business and that a rival family had murdered his parents.
2 years later, the rival family was all murdered in their sleep mysteriously, Angelo and his money had both disappeared. He is thought to have fled to America and done various jobs for money, keeping his families money stored away.
 

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Angelo rode into town on his black horse, the sun beating down on his kneck. The town was awfully quiet, only a few people moving about here and there. There was a sense of sadness in the area, making any weak man want to run for the hills. Luckily, Angelo was only going to be here for a few days before he moved on to a town farther west.
 

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Name - Johnathan Sawyer
Age - 27
Race - human
Gender - male
Equipment - Katana his father brought back from the orient, Krag-Jørgensen and Reichsrevolver his dad brought back from Germany, various equipment for katana and gun smithing
Profession - gunsmith apprentice, possible sailor
Personality - mostly reserved, and drawn back. very interested in history and weapons making, pretty skillful in battle.
Appearance - fairly tall, 6'1'', blond hair, blue eyes, stubble growing, fairly strong, very agile, but not that flexible
Biography - The ancestry of Johnathan extends back many, many generations and nations. His father is a first generation American, from Germany. His father was a German, and his mother was Hungarian. His mother's mother was Hungarian, and her father was French. Johnathan's mother is second generation American, from Japan. Her mother was Japanese, with Chinese ancestry, and her father is Indian, with Nepalese ancestry.

Johnathan's parents met when Johnathan's father, Wolfram, met John's mother, Josephina, where she was visiting her grandparents, and where he was resting, after the ship he was on, the SMS Lothringen, had to stop in a Japanese port for refueling. They fell quickly in love, and moved to Everto, after Wolfram retired from the Kaiserliche Marine, where they had Johnathan.

Johnathan grew up in the city, learning about gunsmithing from his dad, and katana-smithing from his grandfather, on his mother's side. He was also taught how to fight with the katana, and by the time his grandfather passed away, he was more than proficient to defeat almost any samurai. Johnathan had heard rumors of war, and prepared the best way he knew, plan rifles and katanas, and carry around his weapons his family had left him. Unfortunately, his parents both passed away in a stable accident a few years ago, and Johnathan lives alone.
 

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Angelo looked around for a place to tether his horse. He arrived at a saloon only to find it worn down and boarded up. He tethered his horse and stepped closer, making out some words carved into the wood. He didn't understand the writing, seeing as it was in Latin. He turned to his left and started heading down the towns main dirt road.
 

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Duncan sat in front of the altar in the Church of Everto. He had his head bowed in prayer. His hands held together in front of him, resting on his right knee. It was quiet today. The town had become a ghost town.

Everyone who was smart was at home, the doors boarded. In Latin, each door read, "May this home be protected from all outside forces." Duncan waited, staying in prayer. He had come here to the church to fight.

The shadows moved, as if something was coming. Duncan opened his eyes and stood up. He pulled out his sword, and inscribed into the blade read,"May the Lord strike down evil." Duncan moved his right foot forward and his left foot back as if to push him forward as if he was ready to pounce. He put his left and right hands on the hilt. Today was the day he avenged Dante.
 

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It was a mysteriously cold day in Everto, and Johnathan could feel the dry wind blow right through him, despite the heavy trenchcoat he wore. He shivered again, as he tightened the coat around him, but not so tight, as to reveal the weapon he carried. It was a normal day, meant for shopping and checking if his new shipment of ores and metals had come in, for making the various metals used in katana and sword making. Being an avid reader, Johnathan was walking and reading at the same time. Today's selection being the Divine Comedy, by Dante Alighieri. He was about a third of the way through, when a particualrly cold breeze, which turned into a steady wind, promted Johnathan to head into the nearest building, the Everto church.

Once inside, he blessed himself, and slid into the rear pew. In front of the altar, there was another person, wearing a gray robe. Johnathan ignored him for a while. He had gotten another 60 or so pages read, when he heard the wind suddenly stop. He got up to leave, when he saw that the other person was getting up as well. 'He must have come in here for the same reason,' thought Johnathan. Then the man in gray drew out a sword, and got into a battle stance. Shadows started moving out of the conventional laws of physics, and Johnathan could sense something nearby. He dropped the book, and ripped off his trenchcoat, revealing a white t-shirt, jeans, high boots, and a katana. He drew out the katana, and spoke to the man with the other sword. "I think you know what's going on here. Tell me what's happening, and why we're about to fight on sacred ground."
 

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"I fight in the name of God. I suggest you leave this building before you are hurt," Duncan said coldly. The shadows moved forward to the middle of the room.

It started to stand up as if it was human. What seemed like black lightning seemed to shoot out from the shadow. It took the shape of a man, in a black robe. Red mist seemed to pour out from the creatures eyesockets.

"Greetings Duncan. So, you come after me next? You have already killed Jacob, James, and Cain, isn't your need for revenge quenched old man?" said the man with a laugh.

"Not until all of those who ambushed Dante are dead," said Duncan.

Simon laughed and looked back at the man at the other end of the church. "Ahhh a man seeking refuge in our church. Well mortal, I'm afraid it's time for you to sheath that blade of yours and watch masters at work," he said in a cocky manner. Simon turned back to Duncan and pulled out his ******* sword from it's sheath on his back.

Duncan scowled and seemed to disappear from where he stood. Simon also disappeared. Suddenly, sounds of swords clashing against eachother could be heard from up in the air. Duncan could be seen again, hanging on the wall over the man. Simon also could be seen over the altar, standing on a statue. Duncan and Simon jumped again and landed on the ground.

Duncan moved forward, swinging his blade in an upward arch that seemed to cut through the air. Simon brought his sword down, slamming the blade into the ground. Simon swung the back of his fist into Duncan's face, but in a split second move, Simon's hand was caught by Duncan. Duncan kicked Simon in the gut, reeling him backwards.

Duncan held up his left hand and pointed his palm at Simon. "For the death of Dante, you are hereby sentenced to death. May the Lord give you the fate you deserve in death," Duncan said. As Duncan finished that sentence, a beam of light surrounded in white lightning shot out from Duncan's hand. It engulfed Simon, who screamed in pain. It sounded as if Simon was in extreme pain, and once the light disapeared, all that was left of Simon was his sword and his skeletal frame, which collapsed to the ground. Duncan kneeled down, putting his forehead on the butt of the hilt. He seemed to be muttering a prayer to God in Latin, but what he was saying could not be understood.
 

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Angelo shivered slightly as he heard a scream coming from a nearby church. Only unholstering his Winchester which was strapped diagonlly onto his back, he cautiously opened the front doors of the church to find a strange scene. He was alarmed by the sight of swords and skeleton, but he could easily gun them down. "What is going on in here?" Angelo asked to both men, keeping his grip on his Winchester.
 

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Duncan opened his eyes and quickly spun around. In a split second, the new man who had come in had been thrown to the ground and his gun had been knocked out of his hand. Duncan's blade was on the man's throat.

"Hush. You two, come with me. Samurai, grab that man's sword. He will not be needing it where he is going," Duncan said. He pointed to the now deceased Simon's ******* sword.

He stood up, sheathed his blade, and picked up the Winchester. "A primitive weapon. It will do you no good here," he said. He threw the gun to the man on the ground and then walked back to the altar. He kept his left hand on the handle of the blade. He closed his eyes and motioned his hand in front of the altar. "Hallowed be thy name," he said. The altar moved, and a secret passage opened. "If either of you are men of honor, follow me. If not, stay here till the Cult comes to re-gain the bones of Simon. I will kill you then if you wish to do so," Duncan said. He jumped up, and quickly disappeared into the blackness of the tunnel below.
 

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Angelo pushed himself up and grabbed his Winchester. Seeing no other choice, he walked towards the passage way, only glancing at the remaining man once before jumping down into the darkness.
 

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Johnathan was stunned at what had happened. One minute, he was about to leave, and the next, a swordfight in the rafters, worthy of epics, happened. Johnathan turned when he saw another person walk in. It was a man with a Winchesters, 'Not one of my Winchesters,' Johnathan thought with disappointment. He was about ot say hello to the newcomer, when the man in gray knocked him to the ground, and had his sword to newcomer's face. Johnathan was about to help out, when gray man ordered him to grab the dead thing's sword. He looked over to the remains and saw the huge sword sticking out prominantly from the remains.

Sighing, Johnathan sheathed his katana, and walked over to where he was sitting. He put his trenchcoat back on, and slid his copy of the Divine Comedy into one of the trenchcoat pockets. He walked over to the sword, and picked it up. Even though it was a longsword, it was heavier than Johnathan had expected it to be. Searching some more, he found the sheath, and slid the sword into it. He turned back to gray man, and saw him back at the altar. To Johnathan's surprise, the altar slid back to reveal a passageway. "If either of you are men of honor, follow me," Johnathan heard gray man say. That was all the encouragement Johnathan needed. He ran after gray man, well, as well as he could with a longsword in his hands, and caught up to gray man. "Hey. I'm Johnathan," he said to gray man. "I don't think I got your name, what is it?"
 

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Duncan stared at the man than back at the passageway. "The fool who brought idiots with him," he said. He grabbed a torch on the wall and in a second, it was lit. He walked down the dusty hallway. The altar closed, as if someone knew when to close it.

"So, I presume you wish to know what is happening here? Or why you are even in the town of Everto, the city of demons, as Everto means 'demon' in Latin," Duncan asked the samurai.
 

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Angelo walked behind the two men, listening on. The air was old and dirty, the tunnel must have been there for years. The flames from the torch made it slightly hard to breathe, but it was bareable. The tunnel was tall enough for them to walk straight. The stone walls were well kept with a flat, gray surface to them. Their footsteps echoed as they walked.
 

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Johnathan looked over to the man. "Of course I want to know what is going on here." He looked around him, like something might happen. "It's not everyday that you watch a fight in the rafters of your church, then discover that said church has a secret passageway underneath the altar." Johnathan looked around again, still expecting something to leap out of the shadows. "I want to know your name, I doubt your parents named you fool. I want to know where we are, and what that thing was that you were fighting. I also want to know how it got hold of a very old sword, in as good a condition that it is."
 

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Duncan grabbed the ******* sword and said,"You ask too many questions. I suggest shutting up now." Duncan turned back around.

The torch light vanished, as did Duncan in the shadows. The two found themselves at a door, and the door led them into the boarded up saloon.

A man stood behind a counter and looked back towards the open door."Come in. It seems Duncan wanted to get rid of you two. Sit down and have a drink. I'll explain all your questions to the best of my ability," the bartender said.
 

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Name: Azult
Nicknames: Azzy, Dragon
Age: Been on earth for 9 years
Race: Angel (familiar)
Gender: Male

Appearance: Azult looks just like a small dragon, with horns, tail, wings, everything.
Body Size: Stretched out, Azult is about as tall as an average human.
Body Colour: Dark red
Hair Colour: Maroon
Eye Colour: Bright blue (his eyes glow)
Equipment: None, but has an enchanted chain locked around his tail, which stretches out about equal to his length (that's...pretty long).

Profession: None, used to be a familiar.
Personality: Azult is rather lazy, but caring (despite his appearance). If threatened, he'll immediately display a darker side.
Often Seen: Seizing the fruit bowl from halfway across the room.
Most known for: Perhaps being the only one of his kind in Everto.
Favorite Food: Most fruits, but especially pawpaws.
Favorite Colour: Green

Bio: [spoil]A tiny Azult was summoned by a disciple called Eleanor Dusk, for the purpose of assisting her in paperwork and magical studies.
A short year later, the paperwork was reduced to an acceptable level, and Eleanor gave Azult to her grandson, Aaron Dusk, as a Christmas present.
Azult spent a few happy years as Aaron's pet, but then Aaron went off to a boarding school, and Azult couldn't go with him.

After Aaron left, Azult was adopted by an alchemist only known as Tarot.
Tarot never really saw Azult as more than an object, and used him countless times in his experiments.
When he wasn't being used in an experiment, Azult was chained to a floor in Tarot's manor.
He grew considerably larger during this time.

This went on for 4 years, until Tarot was kidnapped by the Cult of Everto for unknown reasons.
Azult was chained up at the time, and after he realised Tarot wasn't coming to feed him, he tried to escape and look for him.
Unfortunately, the chain that held him by the tail was enchanted to be utterly unbreakable and inescapable, so Azult got nowhere at first.

Eventually, Azult figured out that while the chain was unbreakable, the floor wasn't.
After hours of work, he succeeded in dislodging the chain from the floor, and escaped.
However, he still had the chain on his tail, and only Tarot knew the key to removing it.

Azult has been free for a year now, and he's grown used to having the chain on his tail, even using it to his advantage at times.
He's given up on the search for Tarot (for now) and has started looking for a new master, although he's being really picky about who.
So far, he's found a place as a bouncer for the local pub (being paid with room and board), and often works with the disciples on serious missions.
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Abilities: [spoil]Azult has a few abilities of note.
Firstly, he has a minor talent for telekinesis.
To be precise, he can make small objects zoom right into his paws, and weaken the effect of gravity on him considerably.
This comes in handy for seizing fruit, and jumping up on tables.

Secondly, whenever threatened, Azult can spit fireballs that explode on impact.
The fireballs aren't big enough to kill anyone, but the impact can certainly blow people off their feet and set some objects on fire.

Thirdly, the chain around Azult's tail is still indestructable and impossible to remove by any means.
This means that if Azult swings his tail around, the chain can make a mean whip, tangling an opponent's legs and bringing them crashing to the ground.
However, it's possible to take the chain and tie it around a nearby railing, stranding Azult in one place.

Fourthly, Azult has developed an extremely scary pose, and uses it when he wants to look scary (of course).
To be precise, he stretches out his wings, rears up, and roars with enough passion to panic anyone.

Azult is too big to fly, but he can still use his wings to glide and help him climb surfaces.

Finally, if seriously angry or endangered, he can somehow double his size (and firepower).
No one knows how he does this, not even Azult himself.[/spoil]

The saloon seemed a little emptier than usual: most of the patrons, rather than being scattered around the bar drinking,
were instead gathered quietly around something or someone on the other side of the bar.

Next to the door, a dragon was sleeping on a circular rug.
At least, he appeared to be sleeping. Azult in fact had one eye open and was scanning the new arrivals with his reptilian gaze.

"So, what happened at the church?" the bartender asked Johnathan and Angelo.
Johnathan started to explain what he saw, hardly even stopping for breath.

"Well, I was just walking and reading, like I always do, but it was really cold, so I stepped into the church.
"I saw this guy, it was Duncan, down in front of the altar, he looked like he was praying.
"He didn't bother me at all, so I just sat down in the pews and kept on reading.
"I might've gotten up to the next chapter or so, and then the wind stopped.
"I got up to go, and that was when Duncan stood up and drew a sword."

"I thought he was going to attack me, but there was someone else in the church as well.
"He just formed out of nowhere, he was a demon, I think his name was Simon?
"Anyway, Duncan and Simon had a really big fight. They were moving so fast I couldn't see them.
"Duncan won that fight, and then he zapped Simon with some kind of lightning that disintegrated him except for his skeleton.
"That was when Angelo came through the door, with a Winchester in his hand."

The bartender turned to Angelo and asked "So you came into the church. What happened then?"
Angelo started explaining his view of the events.

"Well, I'd run into the church, I asked what was going on, and then the next thing I knew, I was on my back with a sword pointed at me!
"Duncan...that was his name, right? Duncan called my Winchester a primitive weapon, then he turned and said something at the altar.
"That made a secret passage open, somehow. Duncan told us to follow along, so I pushed myself up, and followed him through the passage.
"Johnathan did something before following us in, I wasn't looking at what it was.
"Anyway, we went in the passage, we asked a few questions, but Duncan wouldn't answer any. He just led us here."

Angelo and Johnathan looked at the bartender. "So, what is going on? Who was Simon? Who's Duncan? What's so special about Everto?"

(Look this bit over closely, it's a recap.)
 
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