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[CRYSTAL & AYUMI]

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If you want a canon position for your character, this is the place for you. Follow the form below and post your signup here - keep in mind generals start off at level 3, as do apostles, which is why we require a signup. (Generals can always be applied for at a later time, once you've reached the level yourself).

[blockquote][size=1][b]ooc[/b] - your ooc name
[b]trying for[/b] - canon position
[b]sample[/b] - please, keep it under 500 words; just a writing sample from anything will do.[/size][/blockquote]
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[Hideyoshi Marilène]

ooc - Spot
trying for - Noah Apostle of Judge/Judgement
sample - Neon lights cast a rainbow hued glow into the dim night sky as inebriated individuals sloppily . This was the darker side of Namimori so to speak; the face of the city that normally wasn't seen by the crowds of students from the various educational institutions that over-occupied the city. Yet in the end it was nothing compared to the true horrors that lurked the streets. Sticking out like a sore thumb was a man who silently stalked the streets completely stoic unlike the rest of the citizens whom laughed, and stumbled around him.

"Nombres...." Dressed perhaps a little too fancy for roaming the streets, the man let out a faint sigh as he spoke; his lips juggling to keep hold of the cigarette in his mouth. French for numbers, 'Nombres' was the word that this man usually used for those whom he deemed trash. More, or less this was meant as an insult by calling them just a number; just a regular old cog in the workings of the world with nothing special, or unique attributes to it. He felt filthy walking along side these slack-jawed drunkards as if their flaws, and vices would fall off, latch onto him, and infect him like a sickness. Such a disgusting feeling...

This area of Namimori was like a Midnight Parade of a Thousand Demons... No a better description would be a Night Parade of Sin, seeing as the citizens giggling, and stumbling through the streets went back, and forth between bars, and gambling houses that populated this side of town. Freed by alcohol they allowed them to be all too easily motivated by their inner-demons. Oh, how he pitied them.Humorously amidst all this time Hyde calmly walked down the street silently judging those around him, he had not once noticed the over sized rabbit ears sneaking out from under his hat. His black furred box animal Kū had been sleeping atop his head under the hat seeing as the box animal rarely stayed in the box, and often acted as Hyde's traveling companion. The small rabbit must have shuffled around enough to slip its ears out from its faux-shelter causing a few drunkards mumble something about a man Hyde's age cosplaying as he passed them.

"Oh. My. God. How cuuuuuuute. Mister you have usagi ears." While the silent mumbles had gone ignored as Hyde continued on his stroll, his path was suddenly blocked as two women jumped in front of him. The two girls' ages were unknown though due to how developed their slender bodies were his only assumption were that they were of the high school age if not slightly older. The only clear notion was that both were very drunk as neither seem the least bit effected by the man's icy stare as the played with Kū's ears. Further disgusted by their carefree attitudes, and lack of respect for personal space, Hyde forced himself past them.

The point of his arrival in Namimori was not to stand around, and allow those near him to play with his pet's ear that sprout from under his hat. A recent boom in Mafioso activity had been more than enough to grab the attention of the Vindice, and now they were slowly gathering to make sure no laws of the underworld were being broken. Sadly the man did not manage to go much futher than a few steps before feeling not only that someone had the nerve to grab his arm, but also reach out for the jet black rabbit ears that flopped in the air on either side of him..

[CRYSTAL & AYUMI]

SPOT,

[CRYSTAL & AYUMI]

AOZORA,
we're sorry,

You did not pass the sign ups - please feel free to make a normal level 1 exorcist, though, and reapply when you reach level 3 for a general position.

[FELIX VALINT]

ooc - fetch
trying for - general
sample - "...and every time he broke your heart, I wanted to hurt him, mother. He didn't understand that all you wanted was him, not the big, lonely house, or the million dollar gems, or the cars," he said, his breath hitching for a moment before he delivered the final part of the little speech, ...or even me."

God, he was such a pathetic mess. He should already have been over this, this-- betrayal. Yet the weight still laid heavy on his mind, and no matter how wily old Fox changed and got stronger, it would always be his failing, his vulnerability, and he resented that. Hell, he would always resent that.

And yet every year, without fail, he came back to this woman, this dead and gone woman-child who never really wanted him, that he loved anyway.

Taking a step back from the grave, he lost himself in thought for few moments, eyes idly looking over the smooth, polished marble. It was a few minutes later when he noticed a pair of eyes on him, and senses prickling, he turned his eyes this way and that, searching for his watcher.

Eyes landing on a scruffy, though not unattractive young lady nearby, dressed in a red sweater that matched the red of her hair, he sized her up. Where had he seen her before? It felt as if he had been shown a photograph of this woman before... perhaps she was a new recruit of Chronos? But soon Fox dismissed the thought, assuring himself that he surely would have remembered a new gang member.

Still thinking, he absently smiled at her out of habit, a confidant, I'm-a-rich-cocky-bastard sort of smirk.

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[Alistair Valentine]

ooc - darkee
trying for - black order general
sample -
The desert... It was so cold, so dark. Noel had already lost track of where he was, and how long he had been walking for. His arms were held loosely by his sides, and he stared down at the floor, his eyes only partially open as he kept on walking, feeling the white sand slowly shift under his feet but with no danger of suddenly causing the hunter to fall over. There was nothing, absolutely nothing out here. It was silent. Noel couldn't even hear the usual monster making noises as it squabbled over carrion. It was as though he was the last living thing, instead of just the last human.

He shivered and stopped. He silently prayed, looking up at the starless sky. Etro, if you're there... Please, give me the power to change all this, he thought, feeling a tear run down his face and lightly touching his ear as it fell. He looked down again, and turned his head, as though he had heard someone call his name -- but there was nothing, only sand, only bones, only darkness.

There was nothing. Noel should have known it would come to this, having seen his parents die when he was young, seeing his grandmother die, his friends die, until finally it was just the seeress, Yeul, and her guardian, Caius left. He would have expected to have spent longer with them, but no. Caius left after their battle, to free Yeul from her fate by travelling to Valhalla, and when Noel went to find Yeul to tell her, she died soon afterwards. He had hoped to spend more time with her, to have been able to die with Yeul, with someone by his side, but fate had other plans, and decided to take the seeress away from him. She had died in his arms. She was the third person to die in his arms since his seventeenth birthday, and while it felt good to know that no one else would die in his embrace, it was also a sickening thought, because there was no one to even do so.

"Etro... Please. I want to change things, to make them better..." he murmured softly, after what seemed to be hours alone in the shadows. He was desperately praying, and minutes of speaking the prayer aloud had quickly driven his throat to become rasped. He was desperate to change his fate, and he was determined to get Etro to hear him, so... once last time, before he finally collapsed from exhaustion.

"Etro! Give me the power to change things!" He cried out. He stayed still, breathing heavy, but no answer came. None at all. Not until he slowly fell to his knees and then to his chest, when a strange light emanating from an odd floating object glowed in front of his eyes, but he couldn't investigate, for Noel slowly blacked out, thinking that he had failed, thinking that finally, death had completed its collection of humans.

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[razie]

ooc - razie
trying for - noah of pleasure
sample - He absolutely hated being referred to as Tennie, for some reason it irked him more than anything for anyone to call him that. Placing his hand on his cheek still rested on the arm rest he looked across over to her. She didn't seem to happy about the fact that she had appeared to Tenebris like this, at least it was understandable. He had looked at the warped clock within his dream state and the music still remained a song in which he found himself familiar with. He wasn't very fond of her stopping by either, though it was a pleasant surprise to some degree he really didn't care for surprises, ever.

Getting up he walked over to where the record player was and opening a cabinet under it pulling out a box of cigarettes. Reaching for one he placed it between his lips as the other was tossed aside already and lit it. He tossed one to Cecilia and a lighter to go with it. "You might as well give it a try, this is only a dream after all." He continued to listen. Her unexpected dropping by was even intriguing to him. It was odd enough though, that he would even find interest. Did he have much of a choice though? He wasn't sure but he enjoyed to take interest in what he could. He didn't have the chance to take interest in much. He looked out the window of what seemed to be his office. His world it was always night, or it was always raining.

One could only wonder why it was like this, he liked the rain though, it always had a calming effect on him. Though the rain had no sound, there were no people...just him. "Gale's feed off of fear, they possess people and use it against them, so what is it that makes you think coming here is anymore safe?" He was speaking though only to caution her of his nature. He could feel it though, the fear of befriending a human, the fear of being cast aside by demons. The fear of treachery, or being punished for it, though in truth she was never really treacherous, she just cared for other things. It wasn't like the demon world was all that fun anyways, she seemed to have a lot more things to do here. He saw that in her. "I may know what your nightmare was about."

Gales could delve, when the souls where together as they were now this is only when he could sense it, if he could possess her he would, though she was within him now, and he had an idea of her predicament. "So do you want to fill me in?" He wondered though, what was this bad? Why would anyone seek his comfort? Could he even do it? It never hurt to try, he sat there pondering the idea for a moment and felt the need to do so.

[CRYSTAL & AYUMI]

RAZIE,
we're sorry,

You did not pass the sign ups - please feel free to make a normal unawakened noah, though.

[XENOPHON MARSHALL]

ooc - dan
trying for - apostle of pleasure
sample - ’twixt the shadows and madness lies a sliver of truth concerning the curséd fae who took upon himself the mantle of the fabled jabberwock of yore. long have fact and legend mingled ere his reign of terror first came to envelop the realm and all that dwelt within its bounds, producing yet another bastard child of mythology.

amongst the varying accounts of hylanthian origin, it is commonly held that he first emerged from the grassy plains on a night most forsaken, borne on a fell wind from the innermost recesses of gloom and horror from which even the knights averted their gaze with shame. even then he came arrayed in garments raven-black and a mask as pale as the endless snow which lay ever-thick upon wintry voltarus.

few feared him in those days of which even the mirrors seldom may recall a certain memory, for he spoke as one who entertained the favor of majestic courts, fair and wise, and with a lavish hand dealt out ample wealth in the pursuit of entertainment, fine fare and pleasurable company. those who encountered him regarded him to be little more than a gentleman of quixotic nature, a fae who often spoke of the infamous jabberwock and likened himself to the creature—(due to some affinity at emerging unscathed from games of chance, perhaps.)

yet ever was he at work, and his foremost stroke at the mirth of hylanthia soon fell, staining the realm with all the griefs held within time's storehouse; but though steel and magic were brought against him, none could assail the curséd fae who was held rather to be a phantasm in masquerade, mayhap truthfully the jabberwock reincarnate.

so it is as it was: theodore has largely done as he so pleased, his indulgence in the pleasures of wonderland interrupted solely by those few humans foolish enough to assault him at the behest of another. but of his ultimate aim, as of the truth of his origin, who may say what is and what is not?

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[LOGAN GALBRAITH]

ooc - ray
trying for - noah apostle of lust
sample - Crystal clear waters, fine white sand that gleams in the sun, warm to the touch and silky at the same time. The occasional breeze that ruffles your hair and clothes. The sound of waves crashing onto land and retreating into the ocean. Ryan could find a million things he loved about the beach during the morning. He adored everything, from the sound of receding waves to the smell of the ocean itself. The old soldier smiled at the thought. He always enjoyed a morning walk on the beach. The way his flip-flops left shallow imprints in the sand, they were like little segments of memories, treasures that are created, then buried. To Ryan, the sand on beaches meant more than sea shells and homes to fiddler crabs. The beach itself is like a vast memory bank, filled with the emotions of all who walked on it. Anger, laughter, sadness, love. Layers and layers of emotional history carried deep within the soft white particles.

Slowly he dipped his toes into the water, testing it, relishing in the coolness of its presence. The summer wind sifted through his hair ever so gently, ruffling the messy black locks with a salty breeze from the sea. From the depths of his clouded mind Ryan could remember the time when he was not burdened with tragedy and violence, a time when he could walk along this same stretch of beautiful land without worrying of an accident that may befall him.

'If I were the ocean, I'd be able to go anywhere I wanted.' He childishly thought to himself, azure eyes flickering down at his own reflection. He saw a scarred complexion, years of fighting for and protecting his own country having carved itself into his face like a grotesque caricature- an epitome of war. The casualties are high but the fight has yet to end. Like an unending tragedy it engulfs innocent civilians and eats away at the hearts of once good men. Good men like Ryan himself.

Taking another look at the great expanse of sea Ryan's hand rose to perform a salute at the ocean. A memento for the friends he has lost and for the good men who died fighting. A sign of respect for those who have lived and those who continue living. He will not give up. Until the day the breath is torn from his very lungs he will not stop fighting.

Why? Ryan asked himself the same question a hundred times over in all the years of his struggle. He never truly came to an answer until now.

"- because it's all for the greater good," He smiled sadly, reciting the motto of his corrupted superiors. Until his body turns to ash and his bones are reduced to dust… Dux Bellorum, he will lead the charge into battle.