Demon

Four college sophomores are in for the time of their lives. This small group of friends has been inseparable since high school. The reason? Because they’re different. Each has a unique power, a special ability that nature has given them. Together they learned how to use them, harness them.

Now they’ll have to take their powers to a new level, as they meet up with another group of “freaks” like themselves. They’re about to be thrown into a mess of situations that will prove to test fate. It’s the end of their reality as they know it. And the Dark Powers are coming along for the ride.

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Name: Dawn -_- Oyanges -_-
Age: 20
Power: Apparation- disappear and reappear somewhere else (apparate other people)
Description: 5’5” with fair skin. She has womanly curves and a small frame, with an average bust and waist. Has muscle and an athletic build. She has shoulder length beach blonde hair. It’s layered, normally pulled back in a ponytail. On occasion she’ll let it hang though. Her eyes are a beautiful baby blue speckled with sapphire. Wears nice jeans, baggy tees, and sneakers. She cleans up really nice, and dresses up when it suits her.
Personality: Dawn is the ditsy one of the group, her blonde roots really coming out. She’s very shy when you first meet her. But once she gets used to you she’ll open up and be herself. If she considers you a friend then she has to know she can count on you in a jam. She believes in loyalty and can’t stand two-faced people. She’s got a loud, crazy nature that she doesn’t mind showing to those she’s close to. Considers her friends her closest of family, and treats them as such. Tends to act before she thinks which sometimes gets her into trouble. She’s kind of a pacifist, taking fighting as the last resort, and is always the peacemaker. Though that won’t stop her from defending herself and others. Dawn loves to read, mostly romance. She’s always up for a good movie or concert too. Loves country music and old rock. She adores monkeys and has a giant stuffed animal collection. Dawn can out-drink about any girl their age as well.
Weapons: Best with hand-to-hand combat. Doesn’t carry any weapons.
History: Dawn is an only child. She lived in the classic middle-class family. Her house was down the street from Shae so they became fast friends. They were inseparable growing up. Because of her home situation, Shae spent a good deal of time at Dawn’s house instead of her own. Shaeden received the love she needed most and in return Dawn learned to come out of her shell and about defending herself. When they entered middle-school the girls joined a gym where they studied self-defense, and numerous martial arts techniques.
Extra: Kris- (22) healer

Name: Shaeden (Shae) -_- wolfspirit292-_-
Age: 20
Power: Elemental- control fire (control all elements)
Description: 5’3” with a farmer’s tan. She has a small waist, average bust and hips, and womanly figure. Has a very toned build with a slight six pack. Her wavy hair is pitch black that falls in layers to her shoulder blades. She always wears it in a ponytail. Her eyes are a stunning royal blue that have been known to mesmerize anyone who stared too long. Is the brawler of the group and it shows in her dress. She wears faded blue jeans that are ripped up, tank tops (normally black), and black combat boots. Always has on her silver Celtic cross necklace. Occasionally she wears a pair of black leather finger-less gloves.
Personality: Shaeden seems mysterious because of her looks and the way she acts. Others see her as a rebel and a brawler. She doesn’t really hang out or talk to many people. You have to earn her trust, but once you have it she’ll be a loyal friend. Her friends are the closest thing she has to a family. She’s always laughing about something or other. Doesn’t take kindly to being stabbed in the back, and won’t likely forget it. Shae’s a tough cookie and isn’t afraid to stand up for herself. Quick to jump to aid her friends. She doesn’t take crap from anyone, and can be very sarcastic. She’s confident, but feels as though a piece of herself is missing. She’s a pyromaniac, and loves wolves. She’s a bit of a bookworm. Is really into movies, music, and fast cars. Loves country and rock music. She can’t stand stupid people and often catches herself saying so.
Weapons: Her special skill lies with hand-to-hand combat. She carries a Zippo lighter in her back pocket with a Celtic knot engraved on it. Also has a switchblade given to her on her sixteenth birthday from Rave. It has a howling wolf on the handle and she carries it sometimes as backup.
History: Her mother died shortly after she was born. She lived in a middle-class home with her dad and two older brothers, Blaise (25), and Ashur (23). Her dad became a heavy drinker, leaving them to fend for themselves. Blaise was always the responsible one, taking care of his younger siblings. While Ash was rebellious of his brother’s authority. That left Shae in the middle most of the time. To escape she often found herself at Dawn’s house.
Extra: Damien- (23) shadow walker

Name: Mattie -_- slutsko07-_-
Age: 21
Power: Seer- dreams of things that will happen the next day (sees events further into the future)
Description: 5’8” with beige skin. She has an athletic, strong build. She’s got curvy hips, a small waist, and full chest. Her hair is a bright platinum blonde with red and chestnut highlights throughout. It’s strait and hangs all the way down to her butt. Always has her hair hanging long, but if she’s doing physical activities she braids it. Her eyes are a sparkling emerald green. She wears designer clothing- normally jeans, cute little tees, and Nike sneakers. Sometimes she wears shirts that show a bit of mid-drift and little skirts that are provocatively short.
Personality: Mattie is a girly-girl. She was formerly a cheerleader but thankfully didn’t pick up their habits. Except for being slightly spoiled, but it never made her snobby. She plays basketball, which is the reason for her build. She’s a smart ass, but always finds a way to get out of trouble. She’s very open to everyone she meets and loves to party.
Weapons: Best with ranged weaponry- especially archery. Doesn’t carry any weapons on her. Though she owns a Colt Anaconda that she keeps hidden in their dorm room. Has a specialized compound bow as well.
History: Originally from California, her family moved out to Ohio at the end of their 8th grade year. Her families got big bucks, thanks to her dad who’s a business man for a large corporation. He’s away on business a lot and is rarely home, though their mom doesn’t seem to mind. She’s always been a complete daddy’s girl because he gives her everything she wants. She’s Rave’s twin sister, older than him by five minutes.
Extra: Marc- (22) telekinetic

Name: Rave -_- wrnewfy-_-
Age: 21
Power: Time Manipulation- slow down time (stop time)
Description: Rave is 6 foot tall. He’s a muscular guy with dark tanned skin, short brown hair, and dark mahogany eyes. He’s well toned, with defined abs. He has chiseled features, broad shoulders, and a commanding presence. He wears military fatigues and boots. He has a scar down the right side of his face that he won’t tell anyone about.
Personality: He is serious but can pop off a joke or two at a good time. He likes to fight and doesn’t like to lose. If injured he’ll fight even harder.
Weapons: Best with melee battle. He carries an assortment of knives at all times. He also owns a short sword.
History: Rave is a cadet in the Marine ROTC. Mattie is his twin sister, though no one would guess since they look nothing alike and have completely different personalities. Unlike his sis, Rave is much closer to his mom. She doesn’t spoil him because he’s always found the need to be more independent. Although Mattie teases him by calling him a mamma’s boy, which he’s not. He has a troubled past that he doesn’t discus with anyone.








The chamber was darkened by shadows. The only light came from torches and fire pits scattered around. An inner fire burned within the catacombs, but the air was chilled. It was in this chamber, deep within the Dark Realm, that Arwan sat.

His crimson eyes were scorching with rage and hate. Deceit filled his heart, frozen and spiteful. The aura around him was choked with all things wicked.

But the so-called Lord of the Underworld was eerily beautiful. Every attribute deadly. Chiseled features accented broad shoulders and defined muscles. His flawless bronze skin accented his firm gaze. Ebony hair pulled into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, fell over the expensive silk material of his shirt. And with the snap of his fingers, he could reign Hell upon Earth.

A Gate Guard entered the throne room, jaw set, eyes ablaze.

“What?” Arwan barked. He was in no mood to have visitors. He just sought a quiet place to think.

“Milord,” the guard said, bowing his head slightly. “The Council is set to convene. They will await your presence in the Great Hall.” He bowed deeply, dismissed with a simple gesture from the Lord.

The doors to the throne room echoed as they once again shut out the rest of the world. It was time to discuss the very subject that made him brood. The fate of his people, the demons and other evil beings of the Dark Realm, was being tested up above.

Humans. A bunch of humans were trying to outsmart, outmaneuver him? Him? The Lord of Darkness himself? It was almost laughable. But mostly it was irritating. How dare they even attempt such a task? They were pathetic to think this little organization of theirs was going to amount to anything. Especially when he was through with them…

Arwan stood from his throne, walking down the obsidian steps. He clasped his hands behind his back, starting to pace. That always helped him to think.

His movements were sharp, yet fluid. It was the liquid grace of a cat, with all its craftiness included. Arwan paused in his contemplating to acknowledge the other presence in the room. He had been slinking about in the shadows, studying the Lord with curious eyes.

“Come,” Arwan beckoned him to his side. “We have a lot of work to do. It’s time to meet with the Council.”