- Created By ShadowWolfWarrior
I need to blow off some steam. Prepare for some hard core violence and Gore. Splatterhouse style.
I sit in my cell alone. Darkness slowly creeping over me, my comrades are yelling for me in the hall outside the door. I sound proofed the walls so their voices are only muffled whispers to my hypersensitive canine ears. I always put blood in, now I want some out... My inner demon said. Crush it... Break it. Smash it! it continues. Torch it, burn it, scorch it... My body tightened. My pupils shrink, and my breathing deepens. Kill them all! I stand up and kick down the steel door of my cell, it rockets through the concrete wall. I stand on the ledge and look down. 35 feet down.
"Blood! Don`t!" My brother, Blizzard yelled. I howled and jumped down. A passing taxi cab brakes my fall. Crumbling under the force. Police turn and fire their Glocks. The tiny 9mm rounds bounce off of me. I grab one of them and tear their lower jaw off. I take the other man and rip off his arm his blood spurting. I use his arm like a bat and bash his head in. Scorch it! The voice yells. I howl again. My arm lights aflame with a tremendous red fire. I hit an oncoming truck with a flame. The truck toppled over engulfed in flames. I grab a street light and tear it out of the sidewalk. A squad car pulls up one officer steps out I hit him across his face. His skull cracked and his left eye flew out. Blood and gray matter covered the street light. I ran to the car and threw it into the already burning pile up. I let out an animalistic scream. The truck explodes in the wreck. A Striker APC rolls up its 40mm cannon pointing at me. It fires and I`m thrown back. Troops in fatigues step out their M4A2 carbines pointed at me. Their lethal 5.56 rounds spray me. Tugging my clothes and skin. I kneel down under their hail. Blood seeped out of my wounds. You bitch! Get up and kill them! The voice screamed. My tail flaired and my ears pulled back. I howled everything went red, flames engulfed me. I charged them throwing the A.P.C. out of the way. I rammed them all in one body check. They were ablaze. The squad leader, a sergeant, took the brunt of the hit. I pinned his mangled body against the flipped A.P.C. and started beating him. He was burning, his skin melting, blistering, Charing to black. I severed his head from his body. His head my trophy. With my knuckles! It all goes black...
Yep, Starting this world all over, just like when i finish a video game and theres no new/ or better one, complete do over. I have been writing in a composition notebook that i stole on the second to last day of school a story,(same story I've tried to post on here [only alot better and more thought out]) So, yea redoing this world, later, gonna shoot someone in the head with a M249 SAW machine gun, (If PS3 online allows me too) Also i should work on my story more... I'm only on chapter 2
Eye Color: Yellow
Hair Color: Blue
Species: Dragon demon
Special Skills: Lightning manipulation, strength, flight, military training, long history of martial arts.
A Russian ex-speznaz dragon demon, whos age is unknown, but he looks young, and in demon time, for his species he's about 43. But he's been around forever. Whats the difference between a regular demon and a dragon demon? There bigger, stronger, meaner, and live much longer. Wrath is an even tempered, strong willed, hearty guy. Not much is known about him, but after moving to America, where Congress had just banned demons, he must adapt, which comes naturally for him. But he will soon meet a group which a revolt against government and an evil force which no man has ever fought. And of coarse another chance to have some fun and prove his metal to his comrads.
Eye Color: Sapphire Blue
Hair Color: White
Special Skills: pilot, ice and wind manipulation, CQB (close quarters battle) expert, handgun expert, fast- runner, military experiance, super strength.
Recently kicked out of the airforce, and currently in hidding with the mistaken discovery that he is a demon (which he's not, a neko, and a demon are two different things.) Currently in hiding, he's on the run, and eluding the government in fear of exportation or execution. He and his family have been friends with the Kirashi's for years, and he and Blood grew up together. Returning to his hometown to elude the police, which he already knew was searched several times over. And hope was given up on finding him their they've started searching else where. Although their was one close call, where he used his powers to create a giant blizzard to getaway. Henceforth the reason they call him Blizzard, ever since he was young his ability to do this was astounding, and deadly. He earned this nick-name earlier in his childhood, as well.
Birthday: Dec. 22,1996 (winter solstice)
Eye Color: blue/gray
Hair Color: light silver
Species: Wolf demon
Special skills: Gun handling, sword weilding, ice manipulation, great beauty and intelligance, super speed, agility, gymnastics, flexibility.
A sweet, young girl, with extreme beauty and brains to match. Knowing how to manipulate people, keep a Desert Eagle steady, and drive a sword through anything. Usually sweet and caring, but when you push she'll sever your aorta and laugh as you bleed out. She can manipulate ice and snow, so she'll give you more than a cold shoulder. Her and her family have couped and thrived since the anti-demon laws, "I wanna go stick my foot up the asses of members of congress for passing such a stupid law. It's no better then what we did to the african americans during the great depression." Is a strong quote strongly felt by Naomi. She longs for companion ship, but doesn't dare risk the lives of her and her family, so she keeps to herself, and packs a powerful duo in her pockets. Dual Desert Eagles packed with .50 caliber rounds. She has an elegance about her, the curviture of her body with the graceful movement of her tail and ears, makes it easy for her to manipulate people. She graduated early from high school, and has plans for collage later. Soon however, she'll a meet a guy, and together, they'll tear up the small town of BlackPass, Colorado, and shake the country to it's core.