forum Demon's Hunt Rp (1×1)

Started October 09, 2019 by @SupernaturalSyGuyIsTIred group

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An rp that follows the plot for my story, Demon's Hunt.

Your character will be replacing the character of Nadia; I just ask that you keep the last name of "Thorn", and obviously read the story before we begin.

i have never rp’d before but i can tryyyyyy

My Characters
William Wintergrean

George Wintergrean

(Along with any other characters that are in this.)

hold up, how many character stuff am i?? aha

Just the one, but you can make more if you want.

^{Note: New names and places are in bold.}
Everything was black all around him. He had been feeling nothing but pain for many years now. He wanted to die, but that was never going to happen. The sounds of people screaming out was all that he could hear; the sound of it was deafening. Blistering, raging heat was on his skin. He and everyone else in this place would never grow used to this pain, and would continue to scream out, begging for the end of it. Hell is his home. He had neither died nor been born. The demon himself was screaming out in pain. He suddenly felt a tugging all over his body. He started to hear a whooshing sound slowly building in his ears. Things that the demon has never seen before came to him.

Were these colors? He wondered. Something that he has never felt went across his skin. As his eyes struggled to adjust to this new thing called light, he saw someone standing in front of him.

Is this the one that had created me? He had heard that he had been in Hell, but nobody has ever seen him. Nobody has even heard him. He used to be an angel named Lucifer, but then he fell when he desired to be as God. He was then cast out of Heaven, and then Hell was created as his place of punishment. Now he goes by many names, and is no longer an angel.

“Welcome to Earth. I am the man that has summoned you.”

That was what happened. I had been summoned out of the depths of Hell, he thought and looked at the man. His hair was short, and he was wearing the things known as clothes. They were black. His bright blue eyes shined out at him.

“What be your name, oh great summoner?” He asked the man.

“You may call me father. From this point on you are to be known as William. You are to act as my adoptive son.” He looked at this man. He liked the name that he had for him. Standing up, and looking around, William noticed that he was standing inside a shape of some kind. Five lines were arranged in a circle, and some strange symbols were inside the circle. He tried to move toward the man that had wanted William to call him father, but a barrier halted his advancement.

“You want me to call you father, yet you hold me captive in a devil’s trap. Release me and I shall allow you to live. Better yet, I’ll give you a deal that goes past the limit.” What am I saying? Deals? Devil’s traps? How do I know about these?

“How many years are you talking?” He asked William.

“Twelve years; your deal will last twelve years if you set me free.”

“Alright, twelve years until our deal comes to a close will do.” He said.

“What do you want then? Youth? Fame? Fortune…? A bigger dick?”

“No. I want a son, and I wish for my son to be you.”

“No.” William said. “Surely there must be something else that you want.” The man shook his head, turned, and started to walk away.

“Then stand here for a long time. I’ll summon someone else to make my deal with.”

“Wait!” William said. The man turned back around. This would be the first deal that William would ever make, so he decided to grant him what he wished. “You’ve got a deal.”

“So, what do I do now? Sign a contract in blood?” The man asked.

“No, we seal the deal with a kiss.” William responded. Wait, a kiss? Really? How do I even know this? The man was at first hesitant, but then he moved his foot to break the trap. William stepped out, and kissed him; their deal was sealed.

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For two days the man he now knows as George teaches him of the world and his new surroundings. There's still much to learn, but he's aware of more like the floor being made of a type of wood called mahogany, and the walls being a light shade of a color called red. The furniture in the room is made of the same material as the floor George has told of, and have been hand carved with beautiful patterns as he put it. Under no circumstance is he to break these pointlessly intricate furnishings.

A large reflective surface in the room has captured more of his interest than the chairs however. The mirror, George had called it, reflected his own image back to him. How odd it was to see his own face, never having known what it looked like in the darkness he was accustomed too. Now he wanted to memorize it, the short strands of black hair, tinted another shade of red at the ends, the contrasting green of his eyes, his squared off jaw. He had been told by a maid that he was a 'handsome young lad.'

“So why did you want a demon for a son George?”

“I didn’t; not at first. While in prison I had found out that demons can do certain things, such as kill people without actually using their hands.”

“Yes we can.” The only thing stopping me from killing you right now is our deal, William thought. “What’s prison, and how did you even find out about demons to begin with?”

“Prison is a place where people that break laws, which are rules, are sent by the police, who are people that make sure that those rules are being carried out. I found out about demons from one of my old cell mates.”

“Then what were you sent to prison for George?”

“A long time ago I had a wife named Beth. I had wanted children, and she didn’t. Overcome with rage at hearing that she didn’t wish to have children I decided to kill her by stabbing her to death.”

“Ah, I see,” William says, looking at George with a mixture of both amusement and admiration. George then has a cat brought out. “What’s the cat for George?” William asked.

“I want to see if your kind really can kill without the use of your hands,” at this William smirks.

“As you wish, I guess.” It’ll show him that I’m not one to mess with. William raised one of his hands, and without actually touching the feline, had disemboweled the poor creature.

“Good, because there’s some people that I want you to kill for me,” George said after recovering from the sight of the animal’s death. He reached into his pocket, and handed William a list. He grabbed it from him and unfolded it. He looked up at George.

“Why do you want them dead?”

“They have all wronged me in one way or another, and I am a very vengeful man."

William smirked at this.

“Then you lied to me. You didn’t want me as your son, you wanted me to be your hired gun. The deal is null and void now, George,” William stood up and went to kill him.

“Actually, I wasn’t lying. I did want you as my son, but yes, I also wanted you to kill for me. Whether or not you decide to kill these people for me is up to you.”

“Oh, so that wasn’t part of the deal, because you wanted it to be my choice.”

“Yes William, I did,” William sat there, smiling.

“Very well. I shall kill these people for you,” his smile broadened.

“There is a slight catch though.”

“And what would that be?” William asked.

“Some of them are hunters, and some of them have powers. I found this out by hiring someone to watch them.”

“So where do I begin?” William asked him.

“Go in order if you want to, I guess.”

“Very well,” George reached for a bell and rang it. Someone walked into the room.

(Short responses are better…. Erase that post ^sorry…. I don't mind if you add music, but don't mess with what I have; they tie in to situations, characters, etcetera…. Make her a completely different character from Nadia, and also give me a character profile for her.

NAME:
AGE: (have her be anywhere in her 20s)
HAIR:
EYES:
SKIN COLOR/TYPE:
CLOTHING/ACCESSORIES:
WEAPONS/POWERS (if any):
BACKGROUND/BACKSTORY:

NAME: Nina
AGE: (have her be anywhere in her 20s) 23
HAIR: Auburn, afro
EYES: Saphire blue
SKIN COLOR/TYPE: Sunkissed, Olive skin tone.
CLOTHING/ACCESSORIES: Always wears a pair of diamond studs.
WEAPONS/POWERS (if any): can see possible futures??? i guess aha (often comes with negative side effects so she doesn't do it often.)

George reached for a bell, and rang it. On its command, someone walked into the room. She has bright orange hair, tight curls forming an afro mess on her head. Her eyes were a piercing blue, and her skin was tan. She stood at a lower stature than William did.

“This person will be assisting you," George said, indicating the new arrival.

“No go George. I prefer to work alone!"

_{(Remember, short responses. Just have her respond how you think she would in this situation.)}

“Too bad William! George hired me to look out for you so that's exactly what I'm going to do. Understood?” He turned to her.

_{(thats for the reminder mate!)}

“I don’t remember asking you to open your mouth, you stupid orange bitch.”

“William Wintergreen, she is a lady, so treat her like one!” George snapped. He was lucky that William couldn’t break the deal that they had made, or he would’ve killed him on the spot.

"Well, so sweet of you to say that George, but I'm far more than a woman, you and I both know that."

“So I was right, you are a bitch!”

(I got distracted…. Lol)

"Yeah, got a problem with that?"

(all good mate aha)

William chuckles at this, looking the woman up and down.

"I stand corrected; you're more like a pussy, he says, a mischievous smirk playing about his lips.

"I'll send you back to the depths of Hell where you belong!" She suddenly crosses the room, launching herself at William and pins him against the wall, "Don't, call me that again!"

"Oh, I'm so scared!" William says sarcastically. "Even if you did, it would violate the deal between the old man and I. I'd find a way to claw my way out, and after that happens I'd kill him right in front of you before eventually killing you as well," he says, and shoves her off of him.

"George, why a demon? Of all things? Oh well, you gonna show me what makes you so good for the job or what?" The girl leaves the room, William realises he's meant to follow.

"You know why, Nina," George says, answering the rhetorical question, and sighs, exasperated by the shenanigans from his two employees.

William storms past Nina, knowing exactly where she was heading. They entered what used to be a dining room. Through George’s wealth, though, he had converted it into a proper gym and sparring area, complete with a boxing ring in the center. William stepped into the ring and waited for Nina to do the same.

“George, turn on some music?” William asked, but made it sound more like a demand.

“Sure thing, kiddo. What would you like to listen to?” He inquired while making his way to a stereo surround sound radio and CD player. He pulled out his phone, plugged it in, and prepared to search for whatever William wanted to listen to.

“Fall Out Boy, Kansas, AC/DC, and Soundgarden's 'Fell On Black Days'.” Being a demon and not needing sleep, William had more than enough time to become familiar with many genres of music. George pulled up a playlist that had what William requested. Hitting play, the first song to come on was ‘Thunderstruck’.

"Here kitty, kitty!" William mocked Nina, smirking as usual, after stretching, which elicited several, sharp, popping sounds from his body.