forum Parallel 9// Closed (stalkers welcome)
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@_sleeby_rat_

also @Loops do you think maybe you can make your character a little more realistic? idk, just looking at it now it kinda seems like it doesn't quite fit for an anti-Nebula, y'know? and I would sort of like if maybe you did a Dark of an OC, since it looks like everyone else is, and then we won't have to worry about OOC characters

@SaltyLasagna

Name: Azazel
Age (between 21-30 in appearance, at least): 25 in appearance
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Nasty. Just straight up nasty. Anyone and anything can get him off.
Normal version (person they’re based off): Asura, the extremely emotional and irresponsible brother of Lucifer.
Class: 4, nearly 5
Powers: Can touch a creatures soul and cause them either immense pain or immense pleasure. It doesn’t affect the soul in any way, however. He can also gain slight control of one’s emotions through soul touching, but it requires a connection between him and the creature. He usually creates these connections through sexual attraction.
Looks: Very tall (6'6), warm-toned fair skin. His hair is champagne blonde with the sides cut short and the top left long and wavy. His eyes are in-between brown and gold, close to the color of honey, and the shape of his eyes is somewhat cat-like. His face shape is pretty square, but not so much that he looks like a cube. Has a jawline that could cut steel. Ears and teeth are slightly pointed, but they're not very noticeable, and they don't really make him look like a demon. Has broad shoulders and a very muscular body
Outfit: Usually in a loose button down and slacks, jeans if he’s feeling casual. Shirts are never buttoned up the whole way.
Personality: Deceptive, manipulative, selfish, extremely sexual, almost always calm and collected, never visually upset, silver tongue, is able to figure out exactly how people feel and what they want, cares about absolutely nobody and won’t hesitate to kill for his own personal gain, obsessed over having control and order
Backstory: Survived as a class 1 by pure luck, discovered his powers at class 2 and began to kill to climb to the top. Has manipulated and seduced extremely powerful people to get what he wants.
Other: None right now.

Deleted user

Name: Sappho
Age (between 21-30 in appearance, at least): 28-ish in appearance
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Doesn't really care? Whatever suits her fancy in the moment.
Normal version (person they’re based off): Micheal, the archangel
Class: toeing the line of class 4
Powers: enhanced speed, strength, stamina. Mind reader, flight, general telekinesis, badass with a blade. General 'angel stuff' just….darker.
Looks: Very tall, willowy, gentle curves that are still 'sinful' but more graceful instead of sexy. Warm-toned tan skin. Her hair is long and wavy the color of copper with streaks of gold. She has large, almond shaped eyes that are sly and fringed with thick doll like lashes, they are cherry wood in color, sometimes shining a blood red when the light hits them just right. Sappho has a heart shaped face with cheekbones for days. She has thick porn star lips and all her teeth are pointed, but it somehow make her more desirable. Sappho also has a strange thin 'tattoo' that goes across her forehead and disappears into her hair (actually goes all the way around her head but you can't see it under her hair unless she moves it.) It is black in color, looking almost crown like, made of tiny runes and elegant swirls. This tattoo is copied on both wrists, upper arms just under her shoulders, upper thighs, and ankles.
Outfit: Black scoop neck t-shirt; black skin tight shorts; thigh-high, maroon, velvet, high-heeled boots; leather jacket; lots of piercings (6 in each ear, left brow, nose); 3 silver rings.
Personality: Standoffish, cold, sullen, cunning, manipulative, selfish, always calm and collected although in reality she is a simmering ball of pure rage that is ready to blow at any moment. Extremely violent and tends to lose control when angry.
Backstory: Kind of just 'appeared' one day and started fucking shit up almost immediately. Enjoys the high life of being a boss of her own crew, but someday she wants to be queen of the world.
Other: overly fond of alcohol and cake.

@_sleeby_rat_

Name: Etho
Age: Looks 24, secretly like 21
Gender: Genderfluid, usually male
Sexuality: Pan
Normal version: Nox (chill depressed demon OC)
Class: 4, close to 5
Powers: Fear reading/manipulation, short range teleportation, body manipulation (both to himself and victims), increased strength, freakish flexibility (he can rotate more or less everything at 360 degrees), “melting” his body to escape things/slip through cracks, unusually large energy reserves, ability to convert his energy reserves into “fear rooms,” ability to enter dreams/manipulate them
Looks: Pale skin, quite a few freckles on his face and a few other parts of his body, relatively tallish (6’), thinner misleading frame, solid black band around his neck, solid black eye backs and white rings for the eyes themselves, strange black “blood” that drips a little from his neck and eyes, long pointed tongue, short black horns that curve up slightly before jutting back, neck-length fluffy/messy dirty blonde hair with black streaks in it, incredibly sharp fangs (four instead of two), slightly sharper claws, eye tattoo with thin triangles around it on the back of his neck, abstract Celtic tattoos that almost resemble circuitry on his inner arms, small flower tattoos on his hips, industrial bar piercing/double helix piercing/lobe piercing on his right ear, lobe piercing/two piercings above the lobe one in his left ear
Outfit: Usually a white button down with the collar half-up and always a little unbuttoned and has the sleeves rolled up, black suit vest, black ripped jeans, and black converse, and two rings on their left hand and one on their right. Will usually wear an unzipped hoodie partly off his shoulders over a button down if he’s feeling more casual.
Personality: Always acts calm and collected in public, but is secretly all kinds of insane. He loves to manipulate people and terrify them, and murders other darks out of sheer enjoyment rather than necessity now. Has a very nonchalant personality mixed with a healthy dose of intimidation and sexiness, and when he’s angry he snaps suddenly and almost always looks calm still as he kills whoever happened to get on his bad side before devolving into a fit of giggles. Loves being as terrifying as possible, especially being more animalistic, even if he pretends to be civilized.
Backstory: Spawned specifically from Nox’s insecurities, his powers developed around fear and messing with people’s heads because of it. He started making Nox’s life hell whenever he could, loving to cause Nox’s similar form-shifting abilities to malfunction and briefly driving him insane. Already knows he could probably break out of Parallel 9 of he wanted to, but still wants to cause chaos by uprooting gangs and turning their areas into torture camps for his “affiliates” to play with
Other: Likes to play different instruments, still enjoys leeching even if it’s looked down upon, loves charming and then eating people for the hell of it

@_sleeby_rat_

(K, I’m just gonna set them all in the same general area so they can at least all meet)

Etho was sitting on a strangely warped balcony jutting from a tall, three-story club, the sky its usual eternal dark violet, only lightening the streets with the two bright yellow moons. If you were to look up, you could see where the land twisted, defying physics in spectacular fashion and curving the ribbon of city upwards, where some semblance of gravity would still allow you to walk on the “ground.” Idly, he sipped his mixed wine. If there was one thing that he and his filthy opposite could agree on, it was that red wine often tasted better mixed, though there had been more than one occasion where he’d gutted some poor bastard who had thought it a good idea to taunt him about his drink choice

@SaltyLasagna

Azazel leaned back against the bar, sighing and tapping a finger against his full glass of brandy. He hadn’t planned on drinking tonight. He’d shown up at the club with the intention of finding his next victim— or faithful servant. He didn’t really see a difference. Either way, he was rather focused on locating a more powerful demon to target.
That’s when Azazel’s eyes landed on Etho, a well known chaotic but very powerful demon. Asura felt himself smile, and began making his way over to the tattooed man, a plan already forming in his head.

@Moxie group

Mara was perched on the edge of a tall chair at the bar of the club. She was in no mood for dancing tonight. Tonight she was determined. She had made a decision that tonight, somewhere in this club, she would find someone powerful who could appreciate her services and who would want to work for her. By the end of the night, they would all be begging her to work for them. She just had to play this game carefully. She scanned the room. She was only on the first floor, and no one here was even as powerful as her, which was asking for trouble. Someone could see her as weak and try to kill her to gain power. So she left her chair and floated up the steps to the second floor, where she immediately started to scan the room.

@_sleeby_rat_

Etho wasn’t too concerned when he sensed footfalls a bit behind him. If anything, he could just stab someone if they irritated him too much, or at least toy with them a little. So he stayed where he was for now, sipping his drink slowly as he looked out at the town beneath him, enjoying watching all the little demons scamper around on the streets. Some where running, others were hiding, and only a few walked normally across the empty street. In a nearby alleyway, there was even a lovely bit of murder going on, and Etho had half a mind to jump down to finish them all off

@SaltyLasagna

Azazel arrived and leaned against the railing next to the man, glancing over at him while sipping his drink. He didn’t like the taste a single bit, but he did enjoy the slight buzz that accompanied it. He also figured he’d be seen as weak if he publicly refused to drink. “Etho, right?” Azazel asked, scanning him.

@_sleeby_rat_

“Hm? Oh…” Etho drawled, sounding entirely disinterested, as always. “Sorry, who are you?” he asked, only then bothering to turn his head and look at Azazel. For once, he really wasn’t exactly interested yet—in fact, he was just the slightest bit irked that someone had bothered to interrupt his bit of relaxation. And from the looks of it, this stranger was at least a level three—a good snack for later, if he decided to pursue it

Deleted user

She was still licking blood off of her nails as she stepped into the club. Not bothering to linger amongst the riff-raff, Sappho breezed through the crowd of gyrating bodies. Luckily, her reputation proceeded her, so she didn't have to move a single person out of her way, they parted like the Red Sea. She merely stepped through smirking grimly at the reference that her mind had supplied. Her alter, Micheal, probably would have gotten a kick out of that.
Sappho stepped off the last stair with a small sigh, relaxing into the thrumming power of people, more or less, similar to her. Her ghostly smile vanished as she stepped to the counter of the bar, ordering a blood tainted vodka mixer. Finally, she was able to relax. It had been a long day.

@bubblegum

Sherry stepped out of the club and into the stairwell, leaning against the railing with a sigh and a chuckle. The past two hours had been interesting, to say the least - she was now at least somewhat drunk, she couldn't even tell, and she needed some quiet for fear she'd go deaf - which is never good when you like to go to parties.
Mumbling quietly to herself, Sherry went up the stairwell, not sure exactly where she was going. She checked - yep, she had two pistols in her left waistband and a larger shoulder gun in her right waistband. Grinning to herself, she opened the door at the third floor, immediately sliding down into the first velvet-cushioned chair next to her.

@RedTheLoveless

Cerberus had a hard time keeping a grin from his face as he stalked from floor to floor, looking for any sort of employment opportunity to arise. He wasn't here for a simple snack or three; he was here to impress the other bigshots and maybe even gain a sort of alliance. He allowed his skin to become a wave of static iridescence, hiding his true form from most onlookers. While waiting to spot someone worth his recognition, Cerberus would occasionally wander over to some poor weaker sap and chug from their beer mug without giving them a second glance.

@Moxie group

Mara, who had been keeping a close eye on the stairwell, watched a girl practically stumble up the stairs. There was nothing for her down here, so she started up the stairs The same girl was in the closest seat next to the stairs. She sat two seats away from her and expertly flipped her long hair over her shoulder, knowing that would probably get the woman to notice her. Mara studied the woman, trying to get a gauge for her power. She didn't exactly radiate power, but she did look like she may know some valuable information. At the very least, she would be fun to play with. Mara ordered a drink from a passing waiter then smiled and made eye contact at the girl.