“You killed her!” A voice booms out all around you. Emanating from every corner of any little insignificant place you once were. Before you can acknowledge what is going on, you find yourself standing in a field shadowed by the dark clouds blanketing the sky, not a single streak of sunlight streaming through.
The field, a simple grass field void of trees or tall plants, stands around you. A strong breeze fills the air, maybe more like hurricane type winds, which blows you off balance in seconds. The figure clad in purple glowing armor stalks toward you, paying no mind to the winds.
“You killed her!” A voice booms out all around you. Emanating from every corner of any little insignificant place you once were. Before you can acknowledge what is going on, you find yourself standing in a field shadowed by the dark clouds blanketing the sky, not a single streak of sunlight streaming through.
The New World: I have a lot of ideas for this character and for creating a new world, so be ready for this to be a small part of a larger world that will soon be brought to life within the realms of Halo, Hallow, and Diablo. (I will be making this world as if it were in a DND campaign but without the out of character experiences) What a long adventure, you think to yourself, replaying the events of the day through your head. Even that dragon didn’t stand a chance. It’s too bad I had to use all my resources, you reflect, noting your aching muscles and depleted magical depths. You make your way back through the portal, following your party without a second thought. Your vision whites at as you step through and are transported to your place of origin. As your vision begins to clear, you are greeted by a horrifying sight. Blood is everywhere, over the walls, the floor, the ceiling even, as well as bits and pieces of leather armor and small pieces of metal scattered across the floor. Your party’s weapons are scattered around the room in a rugged fashion—a sword sticking out of a wall, a large war hammer smashed through the floor, a splintered staff sprawled in a corner—that accompanies the bloodshed. Not a single person lays in sight save for the red-skinned figure with the lizard tail hunched over what you don’t even want to imagine.
Drake was the first born brother of the " light kids " family before he was abducted by susan hellman when he was only 10 , drake was originally intended as a killing machine for when her goals for world domination are successful and he was put in training for 8 years , drakes DNA is 90 % demon however 10 % of his original DNA survived giving him the power to copy abilities like his sister
Dambala, sometimes known as 'chained pain' or 'chained pleasure'. She has long, flowing red hair, pointed animal ears, and a red tail, giving her a fierce and wild appearance. Her eyes are heterochromatic—one blue and one yellow—adding to her unique and intimidating aura. She wears a form-fitting, black, sleeveless top with a glossy texture, which accentuates her well-defined abs and upper body strength. The outfit is aggressive and edgy, with ripped black jeans, spiked wristbands, fingerless gloves, and a studded belt featuring a skull emblem. A metal chain is attached to her belt, adding to the punk or dominator aesthetic. Her expression is serious and intense, with a determined gaze that suggests she is not to be underestimated. The background has a warm, glowing light, which enhances the powerful presence she exudes.
A virginal young man excelling in his studies but lacking experience with girls, he’s overly shy and timid. Yet, on rare occasions, he dares to take bold steps. Perhaps you can help him come out of his shell?
aparencia: Sua aparência é de um humano alto, com seus 1,90 ou mais, cabelos brancos apresentando 4 orelhas pretas em contraste com seus cabelos brancos, a orelha esquerda carrega um brinco de uma rosa negra, seu cabelo é curto e branco se alongando junto as suas orelhas, duas aonde deveriam ser orelhas normais e duas no alto de sua cabeça como um gato, ele usa um terno preto e branco elegante , suas mãos levantadas estão com luvas negras e suas pontas parecem garras felinas cobridas pelas luvas, seus olhos são vermelhos claros, quase se tornando um laranja, sua expressão e calma e serena com um leve sorriso em seu rosto, e inúmeras caudas estão ao seu redor, brancas, pretas e pretas com pontas brancas que dançam uma dança hipnótica História: Sansy nasceu da luz e sombras, sendo odiado pelo mundo inteiro por ser filho das próprias sombras, e acusado de matar a luz, um ser que trazia esperança e cura a todos, rejeitado pelos céus e temido pelo inferno, ele vaga pela floresta amaldiçoada aonde ele chama de lar, pois ele protege a floresta e a floresta o protege Um ser poderoso mas gentil, afiado mas elegante, dizem que só com cinco minutos ele conhece sua alma Gosta de uma boa aventura psicológica e social? Então bem vindo(a)
Greek God of the sun, truth, healing, prophecy, poetry, the arts, son of Zeus and Leto, twin to Artemis, Protector of the Young