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Sat Feb 04, 2017 7:34 pm

THE NEW AGE DEMON KING

RAVAN VESPARA
रा व ण रा क्ष स

"The air out here smells... fowl." A deep, raspy voice cracked through the still air before the entrance to the gates of Hell, a few miles out, within the tall buildings of the Shadow Fall bases. The voice belonged to a man named Ravan Vespara, a man whom was as of right now unknown to the entire world and existence itself. By the second he set his foot outside of Hell, however, this was to change. Before his vision were children, adults, demons of all shapes and sizes right before his gaze. He didn't care who they were, he didn't even want to learn but he knew one thing was certain: they weren't ready for what Ravan and Hell held within. If but even a whiff of Hell's Energy escaped and corrupted these people, it is likely their bodies would be obliterated and consumed by Hell itself, being forced as a prisoner for all eternity. Just being so close to Hell was dangerous itself, the first gate to the first layer of Hell actually playing one of the most pivotal roles of any layer. Hands held in the pockets of his black jeans, Ravan continued to roll his head on his shoulders, each movement cracking in a different spot. His gaze grew more menacing as his eyes began to glow red, instantly shifting them to a small boy accompanied by what looked to be his father. Within the blink of an eye, he was right before the two - right hand stroking the underlining of the father's chin. Two words escaped his mouth. "How... pathetic."

After these words escaped his mouth, the palm of his hand would be flat on the man's chin, and with a single pull down, dislodging is bottom jaw and ripping it from his very skull, blood beginning to pore down and soak the ground. Ravan's hand wasn't even touched by blood, he had done this so fast and swift, that all of the blood hadn't touched his clothes or skin. Only for the moment after that he held the lower jaw did his fingers and hand become stained with blood. He looked around at the horrified faces due to the stunt he just pulled, and he just saw worthlessness. All he had ever known his entire life was strength, he had only know creatures or pure anger and hatred, he never even thought that there could be such weak beings within the demonic race. The Rakshasa truly were unique, in his mind. In spite of all these actions, Ravan's plan was to not actually cause a fight here. He didn't want someone of higher power to prove him wrong and try to kill him. Rather, he was testing the people themselves. The man whom now laid on the floor, jaw lines completely removed, was an example. If they people around him were disgusted by that, they wouldn't survive in Hell.

Throwing the jaw aside and rubbing a decent amount of blood off his right hand, Ravan stood before the giant gate to Hell. The person responsible for summoning this gate and bringing Hell into fruit was Khala, but she had left out a core detail. The people whom had overcome the dangerous and hostile wasteland just to view these gates and those within the Shadow Fall bases were not ready for what was within Hell. The surroundings of magma and fire were meant to keep people away, some people in fact mistaking this area for Hell itself. As his body faded again, it had instantly re appeared atop of a weapons manufacturing building, feet laying over the edge. This factory was one of the largest within this specific Shadow Fall base.
"I don't have an interest in these pitiful beings. I simply wish to see what our so called "allies" have planned for the likes of Hell. If it's anything weak like that old man, I will be severely disappointed. In fact, I won't hesitate to purge all these camps myself. The likes of Deveta and Hell don't have a need for such useless beings, so I'd be doing everyone a favor really." His hand was thrown up to his side as he was talking, imitating and expressing his words through use of his hands. His tone held one of disgust, disappointment and viciousness.

"Ah, right. There's nothing more annoying that some random person rambling about how he'll crush you when you don't even know his name." Sighing a little bit, he stood up; voice audible for anyone within a few miles radius to hear. "Ravan Vespara, The Original Rakshasa. Now if you dead beats mind, I'd like to talk to someone who isn't completely fucking useless." Ravan was a man of simple stature, he didn't care what others wanted. All he cared about was his job of maintaining as well as guardian Hell and himself. Those whom tried to come between that would swiftly find their end.

Code:: <Center><center><div style="color: white;text-align:center;font-family: housegothic-lightfourregular; font-size:53px; background-color: #322b4a; color: white; text-shadow: 0px 0px 1px #fefefe; padding:10px 0px 10px 0px; width: 460px; height: 40px; border-radius: 0.3em; box-shadow: black 0px 0px 5px; border: 3px solid white; line-height: 14px; opacity: 0.9;"> THE NEW AGE DEMON KING</div></center> <div style="width: 480px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; border-radius: 3em; padding: 5px; "><div style="width: 460px; height: 615px; background-image:url('http://i.imgur.com/c7dnTip.jpg?2'); margin-right: 10px; border-radius: 1.5em; border: white solid 4px; box-shadow: black 0px 0px 6px;"></div> <div style="color: #322b4a; text-shadow: black 1px 1px 1px; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 68px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: housegothic-lightfourregular;">[center][b]RAVAN VESPARA[/b] [color=black][size=25]रा व ण रा क्ष स[/size][/color] [flash(480,25)]https://www.youtube.com/v/8nmTs1p1tx4?version=2&loop=1&color1=0x000000&color2=0xb01515[/flash] [/center]</div> [color=#322b4a][b]"The air out here smells... fowl."[/b][/color] A deep, raspy voice cracked through the still air before the entrance to the gates of Hell, a few miles out, within the tall buildings of the Shadow Fall bases. The voice belonged to a man named Ravan Vespara, a man whom was as of right now unknown to the entire world and existence itself. By the second he set his foot outside of Hell, however, this was to change. Before his vision were children, adults, demons of all shapes and sizes right before his gaze. He didn't care who they were, he didn't even want to learn but he knew one thing was certain: they weren't ready for what Ravan and Hell held within. If but even a whiff of Hell's Energy escaped and corrupted these people, it is likely their bodies would be obliterated and consumed by Hell itself, being forced as a prisoner for all eternity. Just being so close to Hell was dangerous itself, the first gate to the first layer of Hell actually playing one of the most pivotal roles of any layer. Hands held in the pockets of his black jeans, Ravan continued to roll his head on his shoulders, each movement cracking in a different spot. His gaze grew more menacing as his eyes began to glow red, instantly shifting them to a small boy accompanied by what looked to be his father. Within the blink of an eye, he was right before the two - right hand stroking the underlining of the father's chin. Two words escaped his mouth. [color=#322b4a][b]"How... pathetic."[/b][/color] After these words escaped his mouth, the palm of his hand would be flat on the man's chin, and with a single pull down, dislodging is bottom jaw and ripping it from his very skull, blood beginning to pore down and soak the ground. Ravan's hand wasn't even touched by blood, he had done this so fast and swift, that all of the blood hadn't touched his clothes or skin. Only for the moment after that he held the lower jaw did his fingers and hand become stained with blood. He looked around at the horrified faces due to the stunt he just pulled, and he just saw worthlessness. All he had ever known his entire life was strength, he had only know creatures or pure anger and hatred, he never even thought that there could be such weak beings within the demonic race. The Rakshasa truly were unique, in his mind. In spite of all these actions, Ravan's plan was to not actually cause a fight here. He didn't want someone of higher power to prove him wrong and try to kill him. Rather, he was testing the people themselves. The man whom now laid on the floor, jaw lines completely removed, was an example. If they people around him were disgusted by that, they wouldn't survive in Hell. Throwing the jaw aside and rubbing a decent amount of blood off his right hand, Ravan stood before the giant gate to Hell. The person responsible for summoning this gate and bringing Hell into fruit was Khala, but she had left out a core detail. The people whom had overcome the dangerous and hostile wasteland just to view these gates and those within the Shadow Fall bases were not ready for what was within Hell. The surroundings of magma and fire were meant to keep people away, some people in fact mistaking this area for Hell itself. As his body faded again, it had instantly re appeared atop of a weapons manufacturing building, feet laying over the edge. This factory was one of the largest within this specific Shadow Fall base. [color=#322b4a][b]"I don't have an interest in these pitiful beings. I simply wish to see what our so called "allies" have planned for the likes of Hell. If it's anything weak like that old man, I will be severely disappointed. In fact, I won't hesitate to purge all these camps myself. The likes of Deveta and Hell don't have a need for such useless beings, so I'd be doing everyone a favor really."[/b][/color] His hand was thrown up to his side as he was talking, imitating and expressing his words through use of his hands. His tone held one of disgust, disappointment and viciousness. [color=#322b4a][b]"Ah, right. There's nothing more annoying that some random person rambling about how he'll crush you when you don't even know his name."[/b][/color] Sighing a little bit, he stood up; voice audible for anyone within a few miles radius to hear. [color=#322b4a][b]"Ravan Vespara, The Original Rakshasa. Now if you dead beats mind, I'd like to talk to someone who isn't completely fucking useless."[/b][/color] Ravan was a man of simple stature, he didn't care what others wanted. All he cared about was his job of maintaining as well as guardian Hell and himself. Those whom tried to come between that would swiftly find their end. </div></center>

Sat Feb 04, 2017 7:39 pm

THE FLOWER OF DESTRUCTION

HANA CHIKARA
花力

"The air out here smells... fowl." A deep, raspy voice cracked through the still air before the entrance to the gates of Hell, a few miles out, within the tall buildings of the Shadow Fall bases. The voice belonged to a man named Ravan Vespara, a man whom was as of right now unknown to the entire world and existence itself. By the second he set his foot outside of Hell, however, this was to change. Before his vision were children, adults, demons of all shapes and sizes right before his gaze. He didn't care who they were, he didn't even want to learn but he knew one thing was certain: they weren't ready for what Ravan and Hell held within. If but even a whiff of Hell's Energy escaped and corrupted these people, it is likely their bodies would be obliterated and consumed by Hell itself, being forced as a prisoner for all eternity. Just being so close to Hell was dangerous itself, the first gate to the first layer of Hell actually playing one of the most pivotal roles of any layer. Hands held in the pockets of his black jeans, Ravan continued to roll his head on his shoulders, each movement cracking in a different spot. His gaze grew more menacing as his eyes began to glow red, instantly shifting them to a small boy accompanied by what looked to be his father. Within the blink of an eye, he was right before the two - right hand stroking the underlining of the father's chin. Two words escaped his mouth. "How... pathetic."

After these words escaped his mouth, the palm of his hand would be flat on the man's chin, and with a single pull down, dislodging is bottom jaw and ripping it from his very skull, blood beginning to pore down and soak the ground. Ravan's hand wasn't even touched by blood, he had done this so fast and swift, that all of the blood hadn't touched his clothes or skin. Only for the moment after that he held the lower jaw did his fingers and hand become stained with blood. He looked around at the horrified faces due to the stunt he just pulled, and he just saw worthlessness. All he had ever known his entire life was strength, he had only know creatures or pure anger and hatred, he never even thought that there could be such weak beings within the demonic race. The Rakshasa truly were unique, in his mind. In spite of all these actions, Ravan's plan was to not actually cause a fight here. He didn't want someone of higher power to prove him wrong and try to kill him. Rather, he was testing the people themselves. The man whom now laid on the floor, jaw lines completely removed, was an example. If they people around him were disgusted by that, they wouldn't survive in Hell.

Throwing the jaw aside and rubbing a decent amount of blood off his right hand, Ravan stood before the giant gate to Hell. The person responsible for summoning this gate and bringing Hell into fruit was Khala, but she had left out a core detail. The people whom had overcome the dangerous and hostile wasteland just to view these gates and those within the Shadow Fall bases were not ready for what was within Hell. The surroundings of magma and fire were meant to keep people away, some people in fact mistaking this area for Hell itself. As his body faded again, it had instantly re appeared atop of a weapons manufacturing building, feet laying over the edge. This factory was one of the largest within this specific Shadow Fall base.
"I don't have an interest in these pitiful beings. I simply wish to see what our so called "allies" have planned for the likes of Hell. If it's anything weak like that old man, I will be severely disappointed. In fact, I won't hesitate to purge all these camps myself. The likes of Deveta and Hell don't have a need for such useless beings, so I'd be doing everyone a favor really." His hand was thrown up to his side as he was talking, imitating and expressing his words through use of his hands. His tone held one of disgust, disappointment and viciousness.

"Ah, right. There's nothing more annoying that some random person rambling about how he'll crush you when you don't even know his name." Sighing a little bit, he stood up; voice audible for anyone within a few miles radius to hear. "Ravan Vespara, The Original Rakshasa. Now if you dead beats mind, I'd like to talk to someone who isn't completely fucking useless." Ravan was a man of simple stature, he didn't care what others wanted. All he cared about was his job of maintaining as well as guardian Hell and himself. Those whom tried to come between that would swiftly find their end.

Code:: <Center><center><div style="color: white;text-align:center;font-family: housegothic-lightfourregular; font-size:53px; background-color: #a94db0; color: white; text-shadow: 0px 0px 1px #fefefe; padding:10px 0px 10px 0px; width: 460px; height: 40px; border-radius: 0.3em; box-shadow: black 0px 0px 5px; border: 3px solid white; line-height: 14px; opacity: 0.9;"> THE FLOWER OF DESTRUCTION</div></center> <div style="width: 480px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; border-radius: 3em; padding: 5px; "><div style="width: 460px; height: 615px; background-image:url('http://i.imgur.com/yQA4w1v.jpg?1'); margin-right: 10px; border-radius: 1.5em; border: white solid 4px; box-shadow: black 0px 0px 6px;"></div> <div style="color: #a94db0; text-shadow: black 1px 1px 1px; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 68px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: housegothic-lightfourregular;">[center][b]HANA CHIKARA[/b] [color=black][size=25]花力[/size][/color] [flash(480,25)]https://www.youtube.com/v/8nmTs1p1tx4?version=2&loop=1&color1=0x000000&color2=0xb01515[/flash] [/center]</div> [color=#322b4a][b]"The air out here smells... fowl."[/b][/color] A deep, raspy voice cracked through the still air before the entrance to the gates of Hell, a few miles out, within the tall buildings of the Shadow Fall bases. The voice belonged to a man named Ravan Vespara, a man whom was as of right now unknown to the entire world and existence itself. By the second he set his foot outside of Hell, however, this was to change. Before his vision were children, adults, demons of all shapes and sizes right before his gaze. He didn't care who they were, he didn't even want to learn but he knew one thing was certain: they weren't ready for what Ravan and Hell held within. If but even a whiff of Hell's Energy escaped and corrupted these people, it is likely their bodies would be obliterated and consumed by Hell itself, being forced as a prisoner for all eternity. Just being so close to Hell was dangerous itself, the first gate to the first layer of Hell actually playing one of the most pivotal roles of any layer. Hands held in the pockets of his black jeans, Ravan continued to roll his head on his shoulders, each movement cracking in a different spot. His gaze grew more menacing as his eyes began to glow red, instantly shifting them to a small boy accompanied by what looked to be his father. Within the blink of an eye, he was right before the two - right hand stroking the underlining of the father's chin. Two words escaped his mouth. [color=#322b4a][b]"How... pathetic."[/b][/color] After these words escaped his mouth, the palm of his hand would be flat on the man's chin, and with a single pull down, dislodging is bottom jaw and ripping it from his very skull, blood beginning to pore down and soak the ground. Ravan's hand wasn't even touched by blood, he had done this so fast and swift, that all of the blood hadn't touched his clothes or skin. Only for the moment after that he held the lower jaw did his fingers and hand become stained with blood. He looked around at the horrified faces due to the stunt he just pulled, and he just saw worthlessness. All he had ever known his entire life was strength, he had only know creatures or pure anger and hatred, he never even thought that there could be such weak beings within the demonic race. The Rakshasa truly were unique, in his mind. In spite of all these actions, Ravan's plan was to not actually cause a fight here. He didn't want someone of higher power to prove him wrong and try to kill him. Rather, he was testing the people themselves. The man whom now laid on the floor, jaw lines completely removed, was an example. If they people around him were disgusted by that, they wouldn't survive in Hell. Throwing the jaw aside and rubbing a decent amount of blood off his right hand, Ravan stood before the giant gate to Hell. The person responsible for summoning this gate and bringing Hell into fruit was Khala, but she had left out a core detail. The people whom had overcome the dangerous and hostile wasteland just to view these gates and those within the Shadow Fall bases were not ready for what was within Hell. The surroundings of magma and fire were meant to keep people away, some people in fact mistaking this area for Hell itself. As his body faded again, it had instantly re appeared atop of a weapons manufacturing building, feet laying over the edge. This factory was one of the largest within this specific Shadow Fall base. [color=#322b4a][b]"I don't have an interest in these pitiful beings. I simply wish to see what our so called "allies" have planned for the likes of Hell. If it's anything weak like that old man, I will be severely disappointed. In fact, I won't hesitate to purge all these camps myself. The likes of Deveta and Hell don't have a need for such useless beings, so I'd be doing everyone a favor really."[/b][/color] His hand was thrown up to his side as he was talking, imitating and expressing his words through use of his hands. His tone held one of disgust, disappointment and viciousness. [color=#322b4a][b]"Ah, right. There's nothing more annoying that some random person rambling about how he'll crush you when you don't even know his name."[/b][/color] Sighing a little bit, he stood up; voice audible for anyone within a few miles radius to hear. [color=#322b4a][b]"Ravan Vespara, The Original Rakshasa. Now if you dead beats mind, I'd like to talk to someone who isn't completely fucking useless."[/b][/color] Ravan was a man of simple stature, he didn't care what others wanted. All he cared about was his job of maintaining as well as guardian Hell and himself. Those whom tried to come between that would swiftly find their end. </div></center>

Sat Feb 04, 2017 8:02 pm

THE STEEL VIZARD

HAKAI CHIKARA
破壊力

"The air out here smells... fowl." A deep, raspy voice cracked through the still air before the entrance to the gates of Hell, a few miles out, within the tall buildings of the Shadow Fall bases. The voice belonged to a man named Ravan Vespara, a man whom was as of right now unknown to the entire world and existence itself. By the second he set his foot outside of Hell, however, this was to change. Before his vision were children, adults, demons of all shapes and sizes right before his gaze. He didn't care who they were, he didn't even want to learn but he knew one thing was certain: they weren't ready for what Ravan and Hell held within. If but even a whiff of Hell's Energy escaped and corrupted these people, it is likely their bodies would be obliterated and consumed by Hell itself, being forced as a prisoner for all eternity. Just being so close to Hell was dangerous itself, the first gate to the first layer of Hell actually playing one of the most pivotal roles of any layer. Hands held in the pockets of his black jeans, Ravan continued to roll his head on his shoulders, each movement cracking in a different spot. His gaze grew more menacing as his eyes began to glow red, instantly shifting them to a small boy accompanied by what looked to be his father. Within the blink of an eye, he was right before the two - right hand stroking the underlining of the father's chin. Two words escaped his mouth. "How... pathetic."

After these words escaped his mouth, the palm of his hand would be flat on the man's chin, and with a single pull down, dislodging is bottom jaw and ripping it from his very skull, blood beginning to pore down and soak the ground. Ravan's hand wasn't even touched by blood, he had done this so fast and swift, that all of the blood hadn't touched his clothes or skin. Only for the moment after that he held the lower jaw did his fingers and hand become stained with blood. He looked around at the horrified faces due to the stunt he just pulled, and he just saw worthlessness. All he had ever known his entire life was strength, he had only know creatures or pure anger and hatred, he never even thought that there could be such weak beings within the demonic race. The Rakshasa truly were unique, in his mind. In spite of all these actions, Ravan's plan was to not actually cause a fight here. He didn't want someone of higher power to prove him wrong and try to kill him. Rather, he was testing the people themselves. The man whom now laid on the floor, jaw lines completely removed, was an example. If they people around him were disgusted by that, they wouldn't survive in Hell.

Throwing the jaw aside and rubbing a decent amount of blood off his right hand, Ravan stood before the giant gate to Hell. The person responsible for summoning this gate and bringing Hell into fruit was Khala, but she had left out a core detail. The people whom had overcome the dangerous and hostile wasteland just to view these gates and those within the Shadow Fall bases were not ready for what was within Hell. The surroundings of magma and fire were meant to keep people away, some people in fact mistaking this area for Hell itself. As his body faded again, it had instantly re appeared atop of a weapons manufacturing building, feet laying over the edge. This factory was one of the largest within this specific Shadow Fall base.
"I don't have an interest in these pitiful beings. I simply wish to see what our so called "allies" have planned for the likes of Hell. If it's anything weak like that old man, I will be severely disappointed. In fact, I won't hesitate to purge all these camps myself. The likes of Deveta and Hell don't have a need for such useless beings, so I'd be doing everyone a favor really." His hand was thrown up to his side as he was talking, imitating and expressing his words through use of his hands. His tone held one of disgust, disappointment and viciousness.

"Ah, right. There's nothing more annoying that some random person rambling about how he'll crush you when you don't even know his name." Sighing a little bit, he stood up; voice audible for anyone within a few miles radius to hear. "Ravan Vespara, The Original Rakshasa. Now if you dead beats mind, I'd like to talk to someone who isn't completely fucking useless." Ravan was a man of simple stature, he didn't care what others wanted. All he cared about was his job of maintaining as well as guardian Hell and himself. Those whom tried to come between that would swiftly find their end.

Code:: <Center><center><div style="color: white;text-align:center;font-family: housegothic-lightfourregular; font-size:53px; background-color: #f8b573; color: white; text-shadow: 0px 0px 1px #fefefe; padding:10px 0px 10px 0px; width: 460px; height: 40px; border-radius: 0.3em; box-shadow: black 0px 0px 5px; border: 3px solid white; line-height: 14px; opacity: 0.9;"> THE FLOWER OF DESTRUCTION</div></center> <div style="width: 480px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; border-radius: 3em; padding: 5px; "><div style="width: 460px; height: 615px; background-image:url('http://i.imgur.com/GxrzoYM.gif'); margin-right: 10px; border-radius: 1.5em; border: white solid 4px; box-shadow: black 0px 0px 6px;"></div> <div style="color: #f8b573; text-shadow: black 1px 1px 1px; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 68px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: housegothic-lightfourregular;">[center][b]HAKAI CHIKARA[/b] [color=black][size=25]破壊力[/size][/color] [flash(480,25)]https://www.youtube.com/v/8nmTs1p1tx4?version=2&loop=1&color1=0x000000&color2=0xb01515[/flash] [/center]</div> [color=#f8b573][b]"The air out here smells... fowl."[/b][/color] A deep, raspy voice cracked through the still air before the entrance to the gates of Hell, a few miles out, within the tall buildings of the Shadow Fall bases. The voice belonged to a man named Ravan Vespara, a man whom was as of right now unknown to the entire world and existence itself. By the second he set his foot outside of Hell, however, this was to change. Before his vision were children, adults, demons of all shapes and sizes right before his gaze. He didn't care who they were, he didn't even want to learn but he knew one thing was certain: they weren't ready for what Ravan and Hell held within. If but even a whiff of Hell's Energy escaped and corrupted these people, it is likely their bodies would be obliterated and consumed by Hell itself, being forced as a prisoner for all eternity. Just being so close to Hell was dangerous itself, the first gate to the first layer of Hell actually playing one of the most pivotal roles of any layer. Hands held in the pockets of his black jeans, Ravan continued to roll his head on his shoulders, each movement cracking in a different spot. His gaze grew more menacing as his eyes began to glow red, instantly shifting them to a small boy accompanied by what looked to be his father. Within the blink of an eye, he was right before the two - right hand stroking the underlining of the father's chin. Two words escaped his mouth. [color=#f8b573][b]"How... pathetic."[/b][/color] After these words escaped his mouth, the palm of his hand would be flat on the man's chin, and with a single pull down, dislodging is bottom jaw and ripping it from his very skull, blood beginning to pore down and soak the ground. Ravan's hand wasn't even touched by blood, he had done this so fast and swift, that all of the blood hadn't touched his clothes or skin. Only for the moment after that he held the lower jaw did his fingers and hand become stained with blood. He looked around at the horrified faces due to the stunt he just pulled, and he just saw worthlessness. All he had ever known his entire life was strength, he had only know creatures or pure anger and hatred, he never even thought that there could be such weak beings within the demonic race. The Rakshasa truly were unique, in his mind. In spite of all these actions, Ravan's plan was to not actually cause a fight here. He didn't want someone of higher power to prove him wrong and try to kill him. Rather, he was testing the people themselves. The man whom now laid on the floor, jaw lines completely removed, was an example. If they people around him were disgusted by that, they wouldn't survive in Hell. Throwing the jaw aside and rubbing a decent amount of blood off his right hand, Ravan stood before the giant gate to Hell. The person responsible for summoning this gate and bringing Hell into fruit was Khala, but she had left out a core detail. The people whom had overcome the dangerous and hostile wasteland just to view these gates and those within the Shadow Fall bases were not ready for what was within Hell. The surroundings of magma and fire were meant to keep people away, some people in fact mistaking this area for Hell itself. As his body faded again, it had instantly re appeared atop of a weapons manufacturing building, feet laying over the edge. This factory was one of the largest within this specific Shadow Fall base. [color=#f8b573][b]"I don't have an interest in these pitiful beings. I simply wish to see what our so called "allies" have planned for the likes of Hell. If it's anything weak like that old man, I will be severely disappointed. In fact, I won't hesitate to purge all these camps myself. The likes of Deveta and Hell don't have a need for such useless beings, so I'd be doing everyone a favor really."[/b][/color] His hand was thrown up to his side as he was talking, imitating and expressing his words through use of his hands. His tone held one of disgust, disappointment and viciousness. [color=#f8b573][b]"Ah, right. There's nothing more annoying that some random person rambling about how he'll crush you when you don't even know his name."[/b][/color] Sighing a little bit, he stood up; voice audible for anyone within a few miles radius to hear. [color=#f8b573][b]"Ravan Vespara, The Original Rakshasa. Now if you dead beats mind, I'd like to talk to someone who isn't completely fucking useless."[/b][/color] Ravan was a man of simple stature, he didn't care what others wanted. All he cared about was his job of maintaining as well as guardian Hell and himself. Those whom tried to come between that would swiftly find their end. </div></center>

Sat Feb 04, 2017 8:11 pm

THE TAINTED SKIN

RAVAN VESPARA
रा व ण रा क्ष स

"The air out here smells... fowl." A deep, raspy voice cracked through the still air before the entrance to the gates of Hell, a few miles out, within the tall buildings of the Shadow Fall bases. The voice belonged to a man named Ravan Vespara, a man whom was as of right now unknown to the entire world and existence itself. By the second he set his foot outside of Hell, however, this was to change. Before his vision were children, adults, demons of all shapes and sizes right before his gaze. He didn't care who they were, he didn't even want to learn but he knew one thing was certain: they weren't ready for what Ravan and Hell held within. If but even a whiff of Hell's Energy escaped and corrupted these people, it is likely their bodies would be obliterated and consumed by Hell itself, being forced as a prisoner for all eternity. Just being so close to Hell was dangerous itself, the first gate to the first layer of Hell actually playing one of the most pivotal roles of any layer. Hands held in the pockets of his black jeans, Ravan continued to roll his head on his shoulders, each movement cracking in a different spot. His gaze grew more menacing as his eyes began to glow red, instantly shifting them to a small boy accompanied by what looked to be his father. Within the blink of an eye, he was right before the two - right hand stroking the underlining of the father's chin. Two words escaped his mouth. "How... pathetic."

After these words escaped his mouth, the palm of his hand would be flat on the man's chin, and with a single pull down, dislodging is bottom jaw and ripping it from his very skull, blood beginning to pore down and soak the ground. Ravan's hand wasn't even touched by blood, he had done this so fast and swift, that all of the blood hadn't touched his clothes or skin. Only for the moment after that he held the lower jaw did his fingers and hand become stained with blood. He looked around at the horrified faces due to the stunt he just pulled, and he just saw worthlessness. All he had ever known his entire life was strength, he had only know creatures or pure anger and hatred, he never even thought that there could be such weak beings within the demonic race. The Rakshasa truly were unique, in his mind. In spite of all these actions, Ravan's plan was to not actually cause a fight here. He didn't want someone of higher power to prove him wrong and try to kill him. Rather, he was testing the people themselves. The man whom now laid on the floor, jaw lines completely removed, was an example. If they people around him were disgusted by that, they wouldn't survive in Hell.

Throwing the jaw aside and rubbing a decent amount of blood off his right hand, Ravan stood before the giant gate to Hell. The person responsible for summoning this gate and bringing Hell into fruit was Khala, but she had left out a core detail. The people whom had overcome the dangerous and hostile wasteland just to view these gates and those within the Shadow Fall bases were not ready for what was within Hell. The surroundings of magma and fire were meant to keep people away, some people in fact mistaking this area for Hell itself. As his body faded again, it had instantly re appeared atop of a weapons manufacturing building, feet laying over the edge. This factory was one of the largest within this specific Shadow Fall base.
"I don't have an interest in these pitiful beings. I simply wish to see what our so called "allies" have planned for the likes of Hell. If it's anything weak like that old man, I will be severely disappointed. In fact, I won't hesitate to purge all these camps myself. The likes of Deveta and Hell don't have a need for such useless beings, so I'd be doing everyone a favor really." His hand was thrown up to his side as he was talking, imitating and expressing his words through use of his hands. His tone held one of disgust, disappointment and viciousness.

"Ah, right. There's nothing more annoying that some random person rambling about how he'll crush you when you don't even know his name." Sighing a little bit, he stood up; voice audible for anyone within a few miles radius to hear. "Ravan Vespara, The Original Rakshasa. Now if you dead beats mind, I'd like to talk to someone who isn't completely fucking useless." Ravan was a man of simple stature, he didn't care what others wanted. All he cared about was his job of maintaining as well as guardian Hell and himself. Those whom tried to come between that would swiftly find their end.

Code:: <Center><center><div style="color: white;text-align:center;font-family: housegothic-lightfourregular; font-size:53px; background-color: #322b4a; color: white; text-shadow: 0px 0px 1px #fefefe; padding:10px 0px 10px 0px; width: 460px; height: 40px; border-radius: 0.3em; box-shadow: black 0px 0px 5px; border: 3px solid white; line-height: 14px; opacity: 0.9;"> THE TAINTED SKIN</div></center> <div style="width: 480px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; border-radius: 3em; padding: 5px; "><div style="width: 460px; height: 615px; background-image:url('http://i.imgur.com/3zxufdh.jpg?1'); margin-right: 10px; border-radius: 1.5em; border: white solid 4px; box-shadow: black 0px 0px 6px;"></div> <div style="color: #322b4a; text-shadow: black 1px 1px 1px; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 68px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: housegothic-lightfourregular;">[center][b]RAVAN VESPARA[/b] [color=black][size=25]रा व ण रा क्ष स[/size][/color] [flash(480,25)]https://www.youtube.com/v/8nmTs1p1tx4?version=2&loop=1&color1=0x000000&color2=0xb01515[/flash] [/center]</div> [color=#322b4a][b]"The air out here smells... fowl."[/b][/color] A deep, raspy voice cracked through the still air before the entrance to the gates of Hell, a few miles out, within the tall buildings of the Shadow Fall bases. The voice belonged to a man named Ravan Vespara, a man whom was as of right now unknown to the entire world and existence itself. By the second he set his foot outside of Hell, however, this was to change. Before his vision were children, adults, demons of all shapes and sizes right before his gaze. He didn't care who they were, he didn't even want to learn but he knew one thing was certain: they weren't ready for what Ravan and Hell held within. If but even a whiff of Hell's Energy escaped and corrupted these people, it is likely their bodies would be obliterated and consumed by Hell itself, being forced as a prisoner for all eternity. Just being so close to Hell was dangerous itself, the first gate to the first layer of Hell actually playing one of the most pivotal roles of any layer. Hands held in the pockets of his black jeans, Ravan continued to roll his head on his shoulders, each movement cracking in a different spot. His gaze grew more menacing as his eyes began to glow red, instantly shifting them to a small boy accompanied by what looked to be his father. Within the blink of an eye, he was right before the two - right hand stroking the underlining of the father's chin. Two words escaped his mouth. [color=#322b4a][b]"How... pathetic."[/b][/color] After these words escaped his mouth, the palm of his hand would be flat on the man's chin, and with a single pull down, dislodging is bottom jaw and ripping it from his very skull, blood beginning to pore down and soak the ground. Ravan's hand wasn't even touched by blood, he had done this so fast and swift, that all of the blood hadn't touched his clothes or skin. Only for the moment after that he held the lower jaw did his fingers and hand become stained with blood. He looked around at the horrified faces due to the stunt he just pulled, and he just saw worthlessness. All he had ever known his entire life was strength, he had only know creatures or pure anger and hatred, he never even thought that there could be such weak beings within the demonic race. The Rakshasa truly were unique, in his mind. In spite of all these actions, Ravan's plan was to not actually cause a fight here. He didn't want someone of higher power to prove him wrong and try to kill him. Rather, he was testing the people themselves. The man whom now laid on the floor, jaw lines completely removed, was an example. If they people around him were disgusted by that, they wouldn't survive in Hell. Throwing the jaw aside and rubbing a decent amount of blood off his right hand, Ravan stood before the giant gate to Hell. The person responsible for summoning this gate and bringing Hell into fruit was Khala, but she had left out a core detail. The people whom had overcome the dangerous and hostile wasteland just to view these gates and those within the Shadow Fall bases were not ready for what was within Hell. The surroundings of magma and fire were meant to keep people away, some people in fact mistaking this area for Hell itself. As his body faded again, it had instantly re appeared atop of a weapons manufacturing building, feet laying over the edge. This factory was one of the largest within this specific Shadow Fall base. [color=#322b4a][b]"I don't have an interest in these pitiful beings. I simply wish to see what our so called "allies" have planned for the likes of Hell. If it's anything weak like that old man, I will be severely disappointed. In fact, I won't hesitate to purge all these camps myself. The likes of Deveta and Hell don't have a need for such useless beings, so I'd be doing everyone a favor really."[/b][/color] His hand was thrown up to his side as he was talking, imitating and expressing his words through use of his hands. His tone held one of disgust, disappointment and viciousness. [color=#322b4a][b]"Ah, right. There's nothing more annoying that some random person rambling about how he'll crush you when you don't even know his name."[/b][/color] Sighing a little bit, he stood up; voice audible for anyone within a few miles radius to hear. [color=#322b4a][b]"Ravan Vespara, The Original Rakshasa. Now if you dead beats mind, I'd like to talk to someone who isn't completely fucking useless."[/b][/color] Ravan was a man of simple stature, he didn't care what others wanted. All he cared about was his job of maintaining as well as guardian Hell and himself. Those whom tried to come between that would swiftly find their end. </div></center>

Sat Feb 04, 2017 9:10 pm

KOKURYUTESHI ROYAL ROSARY

KAGAMI IRAMASHA-CLIXX
火神

"The air out here smells... fowl." A deep, raspy voice cracked through the still air before the entrance to the gates of Hell, a few miles out, within the tall buildings of the Shadow Fall bases. The voice belonged to a man named Ravan Vespara, a man whom was as of right now unknown to the entire world and existence itself. By the second he set his foot outside of Hell, however, this was to change. Before his vision were children, adults, demons of all shapes and sizes right before his gaze. He didn't care who they were, he didn't even want to learn but he knew one thing was certain: they weren't ready for what Ravan and Hell held within. If but even a whiff of Hell's Energy escaped and corrupted these people, it is likely their bodies would be obliterated and consumed by Hell itself, being forced as a prisoner for all eternity. Just being so close to Hell was dangerous itself, the first gate to the first layer of Hell actually playing one of the most pivotal roles of any layer. Hands held in the pockets of his black jeans, Ravan continued to roll his head on his shoulders, each movement cracking in a different spot. His gaze grew more menacing as his eyes began to glow red, instantly shifting them to a small boy accompanied by what looked to be his father. Within the blink of an eye, he was right before the two - right hand stroking the underlining of the father's chin. Two words escaped his mouth. "How... pathetic."

After these words escaped his mouth, the palm of his hand would be flat on the man's chin, and with a single pull down, dislodging is bottom jaw and ripping it from his very skull, blood beginning to pore down and soak the ground. Ravan's hand wasn't even touched by blood, he had done this so fast and swift, that all of the blood hadn't touched his clothes or skin. Only for the moment after that he held the lower jaw did his fingers and hand become stained with blood. He looked around at the horrified faces due to the stunt he just pulled, and he just saw worthlessness. All he had ever known his entire life was strength, he had only know creatures or pure anger and hatred, he never even thought that there could be such weak beings within the demonic race. The Rakshasa truly were unique, in his mind. In spite of all these actions, Ravan's plan was to not actually cause a fight here. He didn't want someone of higher power to prove him wrong and try to kill him. Rather, he was testing the people themselves. The man whom now laid on the floor, jaw lines completely removed, was an example. If they people around him were disgusted by that, they wouldn't survive in Hell.

Throwing the jaw aside and rubbing a decent amount of blood off his right hand, Ravan stood before the giant gate to Hell. The person responsible for summoning this gate and bringing Hell into fruit was Khala, but she had left out a core detail. The people whom had overcome the dangerous and hostile wasteland just to view these gates and those within the Shadow Fall bases were not ready for what was within Hell. The surroundings of magma and fire were meant to keep people away, some people in fact mistaking this area for Hell itself. As his body faded again, it had instantly re appeared atop of a weapons manufacturing building, feet laying over the edge. This factory was one of the largest within this specific Shadow Fall base.
"I don't have an interest in these pitiful beings. I simply wish to see what our so called "allies" have planned for the likes of Hell. If it's anything weak like that old man, I will be severely disappointed. In fact, I won't hesitate to purge all these camps myself. The likes of Deveta and Hell don't have a need for such useless beings, so I'd be doing everyone a favor really." His hand was thrown up to his side as he was talking, imitating and expressing his words through use of his hands. His tone held one of disgust, disappointment and viciousness.

"Ah, right. There's nothing more annoying that some random person rambling about how he'll crush you when you don't even know his name." Sighing a little bit, he stood up; voice audible for anyone within a few miles radius to hear. "Ravan Vespara, The Original Rakshasa. Now if you dead beats mind, I'd like to talk to someone who isn't completely fucking useless." Ravan was a man of simple stature, he didn't care what others wanted. All he cared about was his job of maintaining as well as guardian Hell and himself. Those whom tried to come between that would swiftly find their end.

Code:: <Center><center><div style="color: white;text-align:center;font-family: housegothic-lightfourregular; font-size:53px; background-color: #00ae28; color: white; text-shadow: 0px 0px 1px #fefefe; padding:10px 0px 10px 0px; width: 460px; height: 40px; border-radius: 0.3em; box-shadow: black 0px 0px 5px; border: 3px solid white; line-height: 14px; opacity: 0.9;"> KOKURYUTESHI ROYAL ROSARY</div></center> <div style="width: 480px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; border-radius: 3em; padding: 5px; "><div style="width: 460px; height: 615px; background-image:url('http://i.imgur.com/cBhjXPR.png?1'); margin-right: 10px; border-radius: 1.5em; border: white solid 4px; box-shadow: black 0px 0px 6px;"></div> <div style="color: #00ae28; text-shadow: black 1px 1px 1px; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 68px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: housegothic-lightfourregular;">[center][b]KAGAMI IRAMASHA-CLIXX[/b] [color=black][size=25]火神[/size][/color] [flash(480,25)]https://www.youtube.com/v/8nmTs1p1tx4?version=2&loop=1&color1=0x000000&color2=0xb01515[/flash] [/center]</div> [color=#00ae28][b]"The air out here smells... fowl."[/b][/color] A deep, raspy voice cracked through the still air before the entrance to the gates of Hell, a few miles out, within the tall buildings of the Shadow Fall bases. The voice belonged to a man named Ravan Vespara, a man whom was as of right now unknown to the entire world and existence itself. By the second he set his foot outside of Hell, however, this was to change. Before his vision were children, adults, demons of all shapes and sizes right before his gaze. He didn't care who they were, he didn't even want to learn but he knew one thing was certain: they weren't ready for what Ravan and Hell held within. If but even a whiff of Hell's Energy escaped and corrupted these people, it is likely their bodies would be obliterated and consumed by Hell itself, being forced as a prisoner for all eternity. Just being so close to Hell was dangerous itself, the first gate to the first layer of Hell actually playing one of the most pivotal roles of any layer. Hands held in the pockets of his black jeans, Ravan continued to roll his head on his shoulders, each movement cracking in a different spot. His gaze grew more menacing as his eyes began to glow red, instantly shifting them to a small boy accompanied by what looked to be his father. Within the blink of an eye, he was right before the two - right hand stroking the underlining of the father's chin. Two words escaped his mouth. [color=#00ae28][b]"How... pathetic."[/b][/color] After these words escaped his mouth, the palm of his hand would be flat on the man's chin, and with a single pull down, dislodging is bottom jaw and ripping it from his very skull, blood beginning to pore down and soak the ground. Ravan's hand wasn't even touched by blood, he had done this so fast and swift, that all of the blood hadn't touched his clothes or skin. Only for the moment after that he held the lower jaw did his fingers and hand become stained with blood. He looked around at the horrified faces due to the stunt he just pulled, and he just saw worthlessness. All he had ever known his entire life was strength, he had only know creatures or pure anger and hatred, he never even thought that there could be such weak beings within the demonic race. The Rakshasa truly were unique, in his mind. In spite of all these actions, Ravan's plan was to not actually cause a fight here. He didn't want someone of higher power to prove him wrong and try to kill him. Rather, he was testing the people themselves. The man whom now laid on the floor, jaw lines completely removed, was an example. If they people around him were disgusted by that, they wouldn't survive in Hell. Throwing the jaw aside and rubbing a decent amount of blood off his right hand, Ravan stood before the giant gate to Hell. The person responsible for summoning this gate and bringing Hell into fruit was Khala, but she had left out a core detail. The people whom had overcome the dangerous and hostile wasteland just to view these gates and those within the Shadow Fall bases were not ready for what was within Hell. The surroundings of magma and fire were meant to keep people away, some people in fact mistaking this area for Hell itself. As his body faded again, it had instantly re appeared atop of a weapons manufacturing building, feet laying over the edge. This factory was one of the largest within this specific Shadow Fall base. [color=#00ae28][b]"I don't have an interest in these pitiful beings. I simply wish to see what our so called "allies" have planned for the likes of Hell. If it's anything weak like that old man, I will be severely disappointed. In fact, I won't hesitate to purge all these camps myself. The likes of Deveta and Hell don't have a need for such useless beings, so I'd be doing everyone a favor really."[/b][/color] His hand was thrown up to his side as he was talking, imitating and expressing his words through use of his hands. His tone held one of disgust, disappointment and viciousness. [color=#00ae28][b]"Ah, right. There's nothing more annoying that some random person rambling about how he'll crush you when you don't even know his name."[/b][/color] Sighing a little bit, he stood up; voice audible for anyone within a few miles radius to hear. [color=#00ae28][b]"Ravan Vespara, The Original Rakshasa. Now if you dead beats mind, I'd like to talk to someone who isn't completely fucking useless."[/b][/color] Ravan was a man of simple stature, he didn't care what others wanted. All he cared about was his job of maintaining as well as guardian Hell and himself. Those whom tried to come between that would swiftly find their end. </div></center>

Sat Feb 04, 2017 9:43 pm

THE NEW AGE DEMON KING

RAVAN VESPARA
रा व ण रा क्ष स

"The air out here smells... fowl." A deep, raspy voice cracked through the still air before the entrance to the gates of Hell, a few miles out, within the tall buildings of the Shadow Fall bases. The voice belonged to a man named Ravan Vespara, a man whom was as of right now unknown to the entire world and existence itself. By the second he set his foot outside of Hell, however, this was to change. Before his vision were children, adults, demons of all shapes and sizes right before his gaze. He didn't care who they were, he didn't even want to learn but he knew one thing was certain: they weren't ready for what Ravan and Hell held within. If but even a whiff of Hell's Energy escaped and corrupted these people, it is likely their bodies would be obliterated and consumed by Hell itself, being forced as a prisoner for all eternity. Just being so close to Hell was dangerous itself, the first gate to the first layer of Hell actually playing one of the most pivotal roles of any layer. Hands held in the pockets of his black jeans, Ravan continued to roll his head on his shoulders, each movement cracking in a different spot. His gaze grew more menacing as his eyes began to glow red, instantly shifting them to a small boy accompanied by what looked to be his father. Within the blink of an eye, he was right before the two - right hand stroking the underlining of the father's chin. Two words escaped his mouth. "How... pathetic."

After these words escaped his mouth, the palm of his hand would be flat on the man's chin, and with a single pull down, dislodging is bottom jaw and ripping it from his very skull, blood beginning to pore down and soak the ground. Ravan's hand wasn't even touched by blood, he had done this so fast and swift, that all of the blood hadn't touched his clothes or skin. Only for the moment after that he held the lower jaw did his fingers and hand become stained with blood. He looked around at the horrified faces due to the stunt he just pulled, and he just saw worthlessness. All he had ever known his entire life was strength, he had only know creatures or pure anger and hatred, he never even thought that there could be such weak beings within the demonic race. The Rakshasa truly were unique, in his mind. In spite of all these actions, Ravan's plan was to not actually cause a fight here. He didn't want someone of higher power to prove him wrong and try to kill him. Rather, he was testing the people themselves. The man whom now laid on the floor, jaw lines completely removed, was an example. If they people around him were disgusted by that, they wouldn't survive in Hell.

Throwing the jaw aside and rubbing a decent amount of blood off his right hand, Ravan stood before the giant gate to Hell. The person responsible for summoning this gate and bringing Hell into fruit was Khala, but she had left out a core detail. The people whom had overcome the dangerous and hostile wasteland just to view these gates and those within the Shadow Fall bases were not ready for what was within Hell. The surroundings of magma and fire were meant to keep people away, some people in fact mistaking this area for Hell itself. As his body faded again, it had instantly re appeared atop of a weapons manufacturing building, feet laying over the edge. This factory was one of the largest within this specific Shadow Fall base.
"I don't have an interest in these pitiful beings. I simply wish to see what our so called "allies" have planned for the likes of Hell. If it's anything weak like that old man, I will be severely disappointed. In fact, I won't hesitate to purge all these camps myself. The likes of Deveta and Hell don't have a need for such useless beings, so I'd be doing everyone a favor really." His hand was thrown up to his side as he was talking, imitating and expressing his words through use of his hands. His tone held one of disgust, disappointment and viciousness.

"Ah, right. There's nothing more annoying that some random person rambling about how he'll crush you when you don't even know his name." Sighing a little bit, he stood up; voice audible for anyone within a few miles radius to hear. "Ravan Vespara, The Original Rakshasa. Now if you dead beats mind, I'd like to talk to someone who isn't completely fucking useless." Ravan was a man of simple stature, he didn't care what others wanted. All he cared about was his job of maintaining as well as guardian Hell and himself. Those whom tried to come between that would swiftly find their end.

Code:: <Center><center><div style="color: white;text-align:center;font-family: housegothic-lightfourregular; font-size:53px; background-color: #322b4a; color: white; text-shadow: 0px 0px 1px #fefefe; padding:10px 0px 10px 0px; width: 460px; height: 40px; border-radius: 0.3em; box-shadow: black 0px 0px 5px; border: 3px solid white; line-height: 14px; opacity: 0.9;"> THE NEW AGE DEMON KING</div></center> <div style="width: 480px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; border-radius: 3em; padding: 5px; "><div style="width: 460px; height: 615px; background-image:url('http://i.imgur.com/dCRpooO.jpg?1'); margin-right: 10px; border-radius: 1.5em; border: white solid 4px; box-shadow: black 0px 0px 6px;"></div> <div style="color: #322b4a; text-shadow: black 1px 1px 1px; letter-spacing: 1px; font-size: 68px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: housegothic-lightfourregular;">[center][b]RAVAN VESPARA[/b] [color=black][size=25]रा व ण रा क्ष स[/size][/color] [flash(480,25)]https://www.youtube.com/v/8nmTs1p1tx4?version=2&loop=1&color1=0x000000&color2=0xb01515[/flash] [/center]</div> [color=#322b4a][b]"The air out here smells... fowl."[/b][/color] A deep, raspy voice cracked through the still air before the entrance to the gates of Hell, a few miles out, within the tall buildings of the Shadow Fall bases. The voice belonged to a man named Ravan Vespara, a man whom was as of right now unknown to the entire world and existence itself. By the second he set his foot outside of Hell, however, this was to change. Before his vision were children, adults, demons of all shapes and sizes right before his gaze. He didn't care who they were, he didn't even want to learn but he knew one thing was certain: they weren't ready for what Ravan and Hell held within. If but even a whiff of Hell's Energy escaped and corrupted these people, it is likely their bodies would be obliterated and consumed by Hell itself, being forced as a prisoner for all eternity. Just being so close to Hell was dangerous itself, the first gate to the first layer of Hell actually playing one of the most pivotal roles of any layer. Hands held in the pockets of his black jeans, Ravan continued to roll his head on his shoulders, each movement cracking in a different spot. His gaze grew more menacing as his eyes began to glow red, instantly shifting them to a small boy accompanied by what looked to be his father. Within the blink of an eye, he was right before the two - right hand stroking the underlining of the father's chin. Two words escaped his mouth. [color=#322b4a][b]"How... pathetic."[/b][/color] After these words escaped his mouth, the palm of his hand would be flat on the man's chin, and with a single pull down, dislodging is bottom jaw and ripping it from his very skull, blood beginning to pore down and soak the ground. Ravan's hand wasn't even touched by blood, he had done this so fast and swift, that all of the blood hadn't touched his clothes or skin. Only for the moment after that he held the lower jaw did his fingers and hand become stained with blood. He looked around at the horrified faces due to the stunt he just pulled, and he just saw worthlessness. All he had ever known his entire life was strength, he had only know creatures or pure anger and hatred, he never even thought that there could be such weak beings within the demonic race. The Rakshasa truly were unique, in his mind. In spite of all these actions, Ravan's plan was to not actually cause a fight here. He didn't want someone of higher power to prove him wrong and try to kill him. Rather, he was testing the people themselves. The man whom now laid on the floor, jaw lines completely removed, was an example. If they people around him were disgusted by that, they wouldn't survive in Hell. Throwing the jaw aside and rubbing a decent amount of blood off his right hand, Ravan stood before the giant gate to Hell. The person responsible for summoning this gate and bringing Hell into fruit was Khala, but she had left out a core detail. The people whom had overcome the dangerous and hostile wasteland just to view these gates and those within the Shadow Fall bases were not ready for what was within Hell. The surroundings of magma and fire were meant to keep people away, some people in fact mistaking this area for Hell itself. As his body faded again, it had instantly re appeared atop of a weapons manufacturing building, feet laying over the edge. This factory was one of the largest within this specific Shadow Fall base. [color=#322b4a][b]"I don't have an interest in these pitiful beings. I simply wish to see what our so called "allies" have planned for the likes of Hell. If it's anything weak like that old man, I will be severely disappointed. In fact, I won't hesitate to purge all these camps myself. The likes of Deveta and Hell don't have a need for such useless beings, so I'd be doing everyone a favor really."[/b][/color] His hand was thrown up to his side as he was talking, imitating and expressing his words through use of his hands. His tone held one of disgust, disappointment and viciousness. [color=#322b4a][b]"Ah, right. There's nothing more annoying that some random person rambling about how he'll crush you when you don't even know his name."[/b][/color] Sighing a little bit, he stood up; voice audible for anyone within a few miles radius to hear. [color=#322b4a][b]"Ravan Vespara, The Original Rakshasa. Now if you dead beats mind, I'd like to talk to someone who isn't completely fucking useless."[/b][/color] Ravan was a man of simple stature, he didn't care what others wanted. All he cared about was his job of maintaining as well as guardian Hell and himself. Those whom tried to come between that would swiftly find their end. </div></center>

Wed Feb 08, 2017 12:23 am

THE CREATOR OF NOTHING

KAKINE YUUDESHI
垣根

"The air out here smells... fowl." A deep, raspy voice cracked through the still air before the entrance to the gates of Hell, a few miles out, within the tall buildings of the Shadow Fall bases. The voice belonged to a man named Ravan Vespara, a man whom was as of right now unknown to the entire world and existence itself. By the second he set his foot outside of Hell, however, this was to change. Before his vision were children, adults, demons of all shapes and sizes right before his gaze. He didn't care who they were, he didn't even want to learn but he knew one thing was certain: they weren't ready for what Ravan and Hell held within. If but even a whiff of Hell's Energy escaped and corrupted these people, it is likely their bodies would be obliterated and consumed by Hell itself, being forced as a prisoner for all eternity. Just being so close to Hell was dangerous itself, the first gate to the first layer of Hell actually playing one of the most pivotal roles of any layer. Hands held in the pockets of his black jeans, Ravan continued to roll his head on his shoulders, each movement cracking in a different spot. His gaze grew more menacing as his eyes began to glow red, instantly shifting them to a small boy accompanied by what looked to be his father. Within the blink of an eye, he was right before the two - right hand stroking the underlining of the father's chin. Two words escaped his mouth. "How... pathetic."

After these words escaped his mouth, the palm of his hand would be flat on the man's chin, and with a single pull down, dislodging is bottom jaw and ripping it from his very skull, blood beginning to pore down and soak the ground. Ravan's hand wasn't even touched by blood, he had done this so fast and swift, that all of the blood hadn't touched his clothes or skin. Only for the moment after that he held the lower jaw did his fingers and hand become stained with blood. He looked around at the horrified faces due to the stunt he just pulled, and he just saw worthlessness. All he had ever known his entire life was strength, he had only know creatures or pure anger and hatred, he never even thought that there could be such weak beings within the demonic race. The Rakshasa truly were unique, in his mind. In spite of all these actions, Ravan's plan was to not actually cause a fight here. He didn't want someone of higher power to prove him wrong and try to kill him. Rather, he was testing the people themselves. The man whom now laid on the floor, jaw lines completely removed, was an example. If they people around him were disgusted by that, they wouldn't survive in Hell.

Throwing the jaw aside and rubbing a decent amount of blood off his right hand, Ravan stood before the giant gate to Hell. The person responsible for summoning this gate and bringing Hell into fruit was Khala, but she had left out a core detail. The people whom had overcome the dangerous and hostile wasteland just to view these gates and those within the Shadow Fall bases were not ready for what was within Hell. The surroundings of magma and fire were meant to keep people away, some people in fact mistaking this area for Hell itself. As his body faded again, it had instantly re appeared atop of a weapons manufacturing building, feet laying over the edge. This factory was one of the largest within this specific Shadow Fall base.
"I don't have an interest in these pitiful beings. I simply wish to see what our so called "allies" have planned for the likes of Hell. If it's anything weak like that old man, I will be severely disappointed. In fact, I won't hesitate to purge all these camps myself. The likes of Deveta and Hell don't have a need for such useless beings, so I'd be doing everyone a favor really." His hand was thrown up to his side as he was talking, imitating and expressing his words through use of his hands. His tone held one of disgust, disappointment and viciousness.

"Ah, right. There's nothing more annoying that some random person rambling about how he'll crush you when you don't even know his name." Sighing a little bit, he stood up; voice audible for anyone within a few miles radius to hear. "Ravan Vespara, The Original Rakshasa. Now if you dead beats mind, I'd like to talk to someone who isn't completely fucking useless." Ravan was a man of simple stature, he didn't care what others wanted. All he cared about was his job of maintaining as well as guardian Hell and himself. Those whom tried to come between that would swiftly find their end.

Wed Apr 19, 2017 1:08 am

THE YUUDESHI OF CREATION

KAKINE YUUDESHI
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Japan was always freezing at this time of year, the ice that covered the roads and footpaths paling in comparison to the mounds of snow that built up around doorways and garages. In the middle of Karakua Central this appeared to be less of a problem, very few mounts of snow and ice falling upon the city center as anything more than rain by the time it hit the floor. Waves of heat excreted from the brown haired man's mouth as he walked among the streets of Karakura, with each wave of heat exhaled from his mouth a hand was raised - taking a sip of the still hot coffee. "I'm tired of this cold weather." His voice was clearly irritated as he spoke to himself. Clad in a maroon suit, this man was clearly Kakine Yuudeshi, one of the original members of the Yuudeshi family, someone whom held a lot of notoriety among the city and world.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Three clear shots popping out, the sounds of gunshots ringing in his ears. It was close, yet where? With a brown scarf wrapped around his neck, Kakine turned to the side, ears and eyes falling upon a conglomeration of police cars heading in one direction: into the heart of Karakura Central. 'What is it this time...? Kakine pondered to himself. It seemed every single time he went out of his door, something was happening, and he would inevitably have to stop it in some way.

Following the police cars, Kakine disappeared from the ground and reappeared on the top of the giant skyscraper style buildings, following the police sirens, using his shunpo skill to jump to each roof top, not once touching the floor. Coming to a halt, Kakine's frown turned into a soft smile, eyes darting between the two beings before him. The most obvious was a man clad in tech, his body seemingly made up of endless cybernetic augmentations and deadly weapons - how did someone so dangerous looking get into Karakura in the first place? It didn't seem right. The second was a woman whose red hair matched the very fire she spawned around her, most noticeably having a giant blade in her right hand whilst the other circled with fire. She spoke of turning him to charcoal, a threat that would be terrifying to most beings, Kakine imagined. He followed her movements as the police backed off after showing them a peculiar badge, yet civilians still remained within range.

As the asphalt around her began to meld and break away, she would find it instantly being replaced, the asphalt being recreated with each portion her fire touched. It didn't matter how large the crater, or how deadly the destruction; with Kakine's power anything could be reborn. With a slight yawn, the Yuudeshi watched the assault and scratched the back of his head curiously. "Hey kid, mind not breaking the environment while you attack this asshole? Creates more work for me." His brown eyes flicked back to Sid, a being whom was heavily modified. Scanning from head to toe, Kakine could count very few portions of him which remained human. Each strike moved fast, faster than most humans could follow, flames of power following with each strike. Kakine dropped down from the rooftops, landing elegantly inside the ring of created by police around the situation.

For now it seemed rather tame, but if she was intent on fighting this robotic man, she couldn't simply let loose in the middle of Karakura. If it came to it, evacuation or a simple end to the fight itself might be necessary. "Meaningless violence in the middle of a city... what a joke." The asphalt and surroundings continued to get remade and fixed upon destruction, Kimitsuki really causing him to work in overtime simply to keep the city stable. Placing his coffee down on the ground beside a police car, Kakine tilted his head and looked at Kimitsuki once again. "Mind telling me who you are?" Upon closer inspection, Kakine's teeth began to grit. Not because of her actions, but because of what he realised. She was a demon. Kakine's entire life had been forced to change thanks to Demons, and yet now one was in the middle of Karakura seemingly upholding the peace. Disgusting, he thought.

His gaze shifted towards Sid now, frowning as he did. "And you? I fail to see a pile up of cars not having a catalyst." Kakine continued to keep his distance from both these beings -- without a clear idea of their motives, especially that of a demon and cyborg like being, you couldn't be too careful.

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