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Post by todd2point0 on Jun 16, 2010 0:09:07 GMT -5
Name: David Mathew
Age: 20
Height: 5’9”
Physical Appearance: Lean runners build with short dark hair, and blue veiny birthmarks on both his shoulder blades.
Background: David was a young college student on summer break when the demons attacked. He had ran track and cross country every since Junior High School in his hometown of Arlington, North Carolina. Not really being one for school David just worked at a local store in town, and volunteered coaching at this old High School. His mother raised him as a single parent. Not really knowing much about the father of her son herself. She always shied away from that topic while he was growing up. Everything changed when the demons attacked.
David’s town was one of the first attacked due to it only being 3 miles away from one of the gates, and everything burned. Everything that David had ever known was gone in under an hour. His home was set on fire with him still inside. His own mother was killed in front of him by the vile semi-human monsters. This is the moment in David’s life where everything changed. As the Demon’s finished feasting on what was left of his mother they turned on him, but just as they reached him they stopped. Scared out of his mind and crying over the death of his mother and his own certain doom it took him several minutes to realize that he was still alive. He whipped his eyes clean and what he saw confused and frightened him even more. They were just standing there looking at him. Some of the closer ones were even sniffing him. He sat frozen with fear. Thinking they were plotting some unspeakable death for him, but just when he was at his breaking point they just turned around and left. After a few minutes David realized that he was sitting in his own urine in a burning house alone, but he was alive!
He quickly escaped his burning home just as it was collapsing in on itself.
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Post by Eric Easy E Pelka on Jun 16, 2010 0:22:32 GMT -5
Name: Tallucio de Romano
Age: 19
Height: 5’11’’
Physical Appearance: Pail and emaciated, Tallucio has endured a hard life. His body is frail, and face is slender outlined with dark circles around his eyes. He is a picture of suffering, because suffering is all that he has ever known.
Background: Tallucio was born in a poor house in the slums of Rome, Italy. His father Benedicio was a unsuccessful butcher and was infamous for abusing both his wife and two sons. When he was eleven his older brother died of an epidemic the church called the work of Satan. Tallucio knew full well that the only culprit was the mistreatment by his father. To add to his woes his mother died two years later of alcohol poison.
Benedicio took the losses to heart. He blamed young Tallucio for them and beat him nearly to death when he was 15. Unwilling to care for the child he believed was his own bane, Benedicio left him with an orphanage and fled Rome forever. The orphanage was cold, lonely, and hard. Tallucio spent the next two years fighting for his life and gained a reputation for being insolent. Most of his days he was forced to spend sealed away in solitary confinement, separate from the other children.
Then the War started, Hell began its ascension to Heaven and Rome changed drastically. The Vatican needed all the able bodied men they could find. The Pope ordered that ministers be sent to Rome to “Free the sin laden children from despair and give them a place amongst the Kingdom of God.” The Lord’s Warrior Ezio de Russo, a member of the resurrected Templar found the emaciated child in the dilapidated basement of the orphanage and immediately believed God had spoken to him. He saw hope in the lost boy and vowed to train him to be the warrior the world needed.
Now after two years of tutelage Tallucio has found himself stuck between the hordes of Hell, his master and father figure, and a haunting past that causes hate to fester within him.
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Post by dhusted34 on Jun 16, 2010 0:29:21 GMT -5
Name: Corbett Colombo
Age: 63
Height: 6' 8''
Physical Appearance: Corbett is a long, thin, and fragile looking man. The only hair left on his head is a small collection of hairs on the back quarter of his head, that runs long down to his shoulders. He holds a look in his eye of hopelessness and regret. A large scar runs from the left of his forehead to the right of his chin, splitting his face into two diagonal pieces. He carries the attitude of a man who makes his own destiny.
Background: Corbett grew up in a small coastal city in southern Italy called Crotone. He lived with his mother and sister until he was twenty two, when he fell in love with the woman of his dreams. Dolores had been on a trip from London when the two of them met. Two years later they were married. Corbett and Dolores had twins together shortly after being married, two daughters.The family moved to London, where Dolores wanted to raise her children.
Twelve years later Corbett, Dolores, and their two daughters, Mary and Cadence, were living very happily. Corbett had never been forced onto religion, but Dolores insisted on bringing up the family in a Roman Catholic house. And all of a sudden, everything changed for Corbett. He found God. One evening, after mass had been held, Corbett was driving the family vehicle home. Dolores next to him, and his daughters nestled safely in the back. The vehicle ran out of control and wrecked into an oncoming pickup truck. Dolores, Mary, Cadence, and the two passengers of the truck died. Corbett lived.
Twenty-seven years passed, and Corbett shut himself away from the world. He returned to his old home in Crotone, as his sister and mother had long been deceased. He was now in the midst of a war; a war of which he was on neither side. Gates had opened all over Italy, and apparently the world according to the local news. Hell was spilling out onto Earth, and they appeared to be marching on Heaven. Oh how he hated war. Oh how he hated these demons that disturbed his afternoon naps. And oh how he still loathed and hated God after all these years.
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Post by Mephisto on Jun 18, 2010 11:44:52 GMT -5
Name: Dravin
Age: 23
Height: 6'8
Physical Appearance: Dravin is a very imposing person, with a very muscular figure. His eyes lack all color, they appear little more than black orbs. His musculature resembles that of a body builder, yet he doesn't suffer from the lack of speed and agility that would be expected of someone of his build. Though he might seem gruff at first, once befriended he is revealed to be a very compassionate and caring friend and companion. He wears baggy clothing so it may be removed quickly when he is forced to transform, something he does only in the utmost of emergencies.
Background: He was told by his mother when he was young that he was the spawn of an unholy union, between her self and a demon. He knew that even though she tried to hide it, the fact was the union was not consensual. She loved him regardless, and did her best to teach him right from wrong, even though his younger years were filled with hate and torture from other children, and their parents because they knew what he was.
When he had grown to 18 years of age his home town was attacked by a troop of demons. while he was racing home to protect his mother he heard a blood curdling scream that was unmistakably his mother. He burst through the door to see his mother flayed open in front of him. The shock was to much to bear, as he fell to his knees weeping. As he sobbed for the loss of his mother the demon approached him from the kitchen behind his mothers corpse. He spoke of how he was told of a demon who lived there. The mere sight of his mother's killer drove him into a rage greater than any he had ever known. He blacked out and when he came to the demon and the whole town was in ruins. At that moment he vowed to live by his mothers teachings and not let any one else suffer because of the mindless violence of demons.
Around the age of 20 he came across a priest who immediately approached him about his lineage. Dravin brushed this off and was about to walk away, until the priest spoke. "Even thought your are already damned to the depths of hell, you still fight for the very people who persecute you. Why?" Taken aback by the statement he began conversing with the priest, who he later came to call Malkin, as well as teacher, and master. Now after being trained and taught how to control his powers he is ready to set forth on a journey to take revenge upon those who hurt the weak. He will fight fire with fire. He will take his hate out upon the whole demon race for what happened to his mother.
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