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Thread table for forum City of Lost Angels - Character Fiction

Oren Itano	oren	12/10/08 18:25	View
	Missy	12/10/08 22:22	View
The backstory of Vulpes.	Vulpes	12/11/08 01:46	View
Erica Kessel	Erica Kessel	12/11/08 07:52	View
Missy's Story.. a Do-over and another Chapter	Missy	12/11/08 22:38	View
	UsrBinPerl	12/11/08 23:48	View
	oren	12/11/08 23:57	View
Kwekwe's Backstory	Kwekwe Karu	12/12/08 01:02	View
	UsrBinPerl	12/13/08 00:35	View
Eternal Sunset	Missy	12/13/08 12:19	View
	Kit Ristow	12/14/08 00:01	View
	ShyMathys	12/14/08 00:27	View
Masks	Alissa	12/14/08 00:58	View
	Lorae	12/14/08 01:24	View
	UsrBinPerl	12/14/08 22:07	View
Missy's Story Continued..Part 3	Missy	12/16/08 08:43	View
Missy's Story Part 4: Innocence Shattered	Missy	12/16/08 18:34	View
Missy's Story Part 5: Innocence Annihilated	Missy	12/18/08 17:16	View
Small Dangers	Vox	12/18/08 21:36	View
Saint of The Abyss: Part 1	Luciferiel	12/19/08 05:21	View
Zero....-1	Justa Zero	12/19/08 17:38	View
Zero....1	Justa Zero	12/19/08 18:26	View
Óðr’s Daughter. Chapter I: A Guiding Dream	Asil Karu	12/20/08 02:39	View
Omega To Alpha	erinnic	12/23/08 16:49	View
Her Bloody Tears [-Past Event-]	Methias	12/23/08 18:09	View
Lost Kitsune - A Shattered Mind	Kiera	12/25/08 18:51	View
Usr's story Part IV	UsrBinPerl	12/27/08 20:34	View
The Essex	Heir Maelstrom	12/29/08 04:23	View
Kwekwe's shame	Kwekwe Karu	12/30/08 18:11	View
Joint Round Robin Fic Anyone...?	erinnic	12/30/08 19:07	View
God Was On Her Lips As She Died	erinnic	01/02/09 23:31	View
Love and Betrayal - A New Beginning	kessjuliesse	01/03/09 13:46	View
The Diary of Cody Woodhen	codywoodhen	01/05/09 21:35	View
Missy's Story Part 6: Innocence Abducted	Missy	01/07/09 06:23	View
Cursed Blade	Yannis_Martynov	01/08/09 21:27	View
Story Thread: Community Round Robin Fic	erinnic	01/09/09 23:25	View
The demon within	Canly Fargis	01/11/09 16:14	View
Ziau- CoLA's Very Own Casanova	Ziau	01/13/09 02:09	View
Twisted Attentions	erinnic	01/21/09 20:34	View
Inspiration- music and roleplay	Ziau	01/26/09 08:01	View
Compilation! Where were you when it all happened?	Ziau	01/28/09 09:12	View
The Clock Struck Midnight	Malice Ashdene	01/28/09 22:31	View
With Precision- a poem by Kelly Welch A.k.A Ziau Jua.	Ziau	01/29/09 04:36	View
Alisa's dicovery of a new world (character sheet + story)	Alisa Draconia	01/30/09 19:17	View
The Shadow Stepper- Ziau the Enshadowed.	Ziau	02/01/09 07:26	View
Krista Lemon arrives to the streets of Lost Angels	Krista	02/03/09 00:09	View
Back Story Upto the Excile of Rune.	RuneCrimson	02/03/09 21:59	View
War with the Brood, war with the Coven, and the Pack.	Ziau	02/07/09 04:11	View
-- Halcyon's Backstory --	Halcyon Nacht	02/08/09 00:22	View
Planer/Exonar family (aka, Erinyse, Khalan, Viridian, Cummere, Selena)	Cummere Mayo	02/08/09 03:53	View
Kit's Backstory	Kit Ristow	02/10/09 18:40	View
Eyes in the Dark	Keyla	02/11/09 09:47	View
Surfacing Part I	Llyr	02/13/09 22:21	View
Surfacing Part II	Llyr	02/13/09 22:35	View
Tama-Chan: A Cat's Story (Tamara's background)	Tamara	02/17/09 07:35	View
Project: A map of Post Apocalypse North America	Tamara	02/17/09 19:21	View
Dreamtime Revelations	Winter	02/19/09 18:08	View
Reaver-the echo of the Blackwind	AntiZero	02/23/09 00:43	View
On the Origin of Species	Tamara	02/25/09 22:38	View
Confession	Kit Ristow	02/26/09 01:39	View
Personnel File: Pointe, Zsuzsanna C. (Inactive, Deceased)	Su Pointe	02/26/09 03:32	View
Malice, in a Different Kind of Wonderland	Malice Ashdene	02/27/09 18:07	View
The Dark of Inspiration	Kit Ristow	03/01/09 21:42	View
Jheric: Crucified	Kayle Ashdene	03/03/09 10:53	View
It's my life	arsene_Braveheart	03/05/09 18:18	View
The Tradgedy of the Hybrid	Digital Enigma	03/29/09 07:09	View
The Sin of Wrath	molly switchblade	04/02/09 21:28	View
Golden Boy	Ephran Ehrler	04/15/09 06:12	View
Story About A Girl	Aesendria	04/24/09 15:34	View
Climaxe by Smith and Wesson	Sloan	04/28/09 06:19	View
My new project ATTENTION Russian Characters!	Ziau	05/01/09 06:42	View
NSFW A Typical Tuesday Night for Missy	Missy	05/06/09 20:48	View
Post your profile links!	Cortero Landar	05/07/09 10:25	View
Making Logan Suffer	Aesendria	05/12/09 07:09	View
Jeanne Varun	Jeanne Varun	05/14/09 08:24	View
The Vanguard's True Purpose	Logan	05/16/09 01:03	View
Cortero's Infernal Armor	Cortero Landar	05/16/09 06:52	View
Bookstore Surprise	Aesendria	05/16/09 23:16	View
Post your profile links if you have in-story info in them!	Cortero Landar	05/18/09 10:33	View
Promises	Aesendria	05/24/09 02:44	View
Cyber Evolution Bios, Anur Seda, Cyber Reaper, and Commander of CE	Theassassin	06/08/09 11:28	View
Was any of it real?	Youko_Giha	06/12/09 15:28	View
A shift in priorities	Logan	06/17/09 04:21	View
Going home	Ludvig	06/17/09 19:10	View
'Ren in Japan	oren	06/18/09 23:11	View
Thelma across the board	ThelemaJuliesse	06/26/09 15:09	View
Pre-fiction: How Kayteear got here.	Kayteear	07/15/09 16:43	View
Story Time	Charissa	07/17/09 19:03	View
Pack Airship RP.	Tai	07/27/09 02:49	View
My Character	Lilith13	08/05/09 22:34	View
Lilith	Lilith13	08/06/09 09:30	View
The Haunter in the Dark	Shadow	08/14/09 21:50	View
The Flying Heads	Kwekwe Karu	08/16/09 16:52	View
Why selling coffins is impossible in CoLA	Ziau	08/23/09 04:14	View
Paint it red!	Ziau	08/23/09 07:51	View
Young Cowards.	Ziau	08/23/09 08:28	View
Great video for RPers and people passionate about writing.	Ziau	09/05/09 08:55	View
Dux - 264 BC	Dux	09/10/09 18:41	View
The Thing at South Gate Sanitarium	Shadow	09/15/09 22:09	View
♪♫ Do you wanna RP my avatar ♪♫	Kayteear	09/17/09 14:45	View
Jessica's Mother	Jessica Susser	09/21/09 04:19	View
Ziau Challenged me to. NSFW	ChasityDawes	09/21/09 07:17	View
The Divine Machine.................	Theassassin	09/21/09 22:29	View
I Bleed my Blood for Myself.	Ziau	09/22/09 22:28	View
Cronicle of a death	Kayteear	09/24/09 01:34	View
"Please Allow Me to Introduce Myself"	DavidJoshua Artful	09/26/09 17:07	View
Old Versus New	Digital Enigma	09/27/09 20:28	View
The Shadowed Order, The Eternal Order, Ordo Machina	Theassassin	10/06/09 06:55	View
Elamyrath's History	Elamyrath	10/10/09 00:52	View
The here, the now, the dead. The Minus.	TheMinus Ziskey	10/10/09 12:41	View
Before bed ritual.	Amy Guisse	10/17/09 04:13	View
Alone?	Ike	10/18/09 15:34	View
IS this High School again?	Theassassin	10/24/09 12:49	View
Sidhe vs Drow	Orlok Lectar	10/29/09 04:08	View
Daddy blues	arsene_Braveheart	11/17/09 19:01	View
Chronicles of SIE	agentlyseria	11/22/09 12:27	View
The Lady In Black(A Drokan Exile Twisted Love Story)	AntiZero	11/29/09 06:36	View
The growing Darkness.	Leirain Koray	12/01/09 11:04	View
The lycan	Kayteear	12/01/09 16:00	View
City of Lost Jackman: The Untold Hollywood Blockbuster	AntiZero	12/02/09 07:11	View
Coming home for christmas ..	Kes	12/10/09 22:17	View
Bunneh Vs. Lich, DBZ style	Karsha Yutani	12/14/09 11:59	View
A Farewell	Roland	12/16/09 20:50	View
Of Death and Rebirth	Digital Enigma	12/21/09 20:14	View
The Story of Reoco	Reoko Farspire	02/06/10 20:47	View
Homecoming......... The Story of Orpheus Darkfold	OrpheusDarkfold	03/11/10 02:27	View
The Story of Orpheus Part 2	OrpheusDarkfold	03/13/10 23:15	View
Who owns who?	Kayteear	03/22/10 22:03	View
Missing the Ocean	ricercar	03/23/10 22:27	View
Letter to the editor: Manners in LA	Tink	03/25/10 16:58	View
Chasity Backstory	ChasityDawes	06/14/10 19:43	View
Something Black and Violent...	DavidJoshua Artful	06/19/10 22:23	View
Doctor Visit	erinnic	07/12/10 04:26	View
Gabby Perdide	vacantghost	07/19/10 04:42	View

Topic Reaver-the echo of the Blackwind

Poster	Message	Date
AntiZero	( New bio for my new main character, Armen, the brother of Jack O'connor. This was a character I played with in the background for a while and I started circulating him into LA about a week ago. There is some sexzor in this just an fyi, but this is dark rp so what the hell.) They called my father the Black Fang. I never understood what the templars meant by that name, but I realized later when I met him. A monster, a demon who wasn’t one: Drake “Black Fang” O’Connor. He was your typical type of Blackwind: short tempered uncontrollable, quick to raise his hand, but bull-headed and unyielding. The overconfident death-seeker. He was the kind, they say, of Drokan more suited in hell. Hell, Grimjaw himself stated “Your too good for them Blackwind. Let’s put this feud to an end and show you what you could really be.” He refused the fiend obviously. He was always on the verge of darkness, but he never quite crossed the line. He was a warrior, and a father, but not the father I needed. I was five years old when it happened. Playing with my older brother by the river one day and it happened. I fell into the river and the undertow swept me away. There was nothing he could do. My brother tried to save me, but he nearly sunk to the bottom of the river himself. All I remember is darkness, the fleeting breath of life draining from my heavy limbs. I was death, and death was me. The two become one and I realized at that moment the fascination with that dark place. It planted its seductive seed and I didn’t want it to consume me; no, rather I desired to consume it. The preying darkness coveted my soul, but I yearned to destroy it myself. An inversion of death’s designs, that is what the reaver means. I wanted to reave death itself and become its master; I thought death would smother me, but fate’s fickle fortune favored me on that day. They pulled me from the empty brink of the abyss. The Drokan, my forebears. For nearly twenty years they raised me as their own. No it was not the warmth my family had provided me, no they provided me with a blank slate. No name, no history, no origin. My former identity had vanished from my heart. The Drokan rebuilt me from the ground up into their tool, their weapon; I had no qualms because my gratitude was met with the kind discipline I cherished. Each day I practiced till my knuckles were raw and bled from the seeping cuts and gnashes. It was hellish torture, but I gained from it the strength to rise above it all. I fashioned a mask for myself. Ruthless, hollow, a walking corpse this was the mask I created. I still felt the emotions of my past coursing through my seemingly lifeless body. Day in and day out I felt the jolts of joy and regret. Revulsion and remorse. I slowly began to indulge in the darker motivations and I discovered my obsession: old bloods as they called them. We know them as the bane of the light and God, demons. The walls of the sanctum were carved with warnings of these devious ancestors. Our kind schismed from the Shattered, but they still refused to accept their heritage. Why did they deny this fundamental principle of their core? The appearances of our kind nearly reflects our brethren from eons ago. No it was the “soul”, or lack there of that separated us from the greater blood. What makes a demon different from us? Does a demon not feel pain? Does a demon not feel fury? Surely there was more to these specters of the abyss? I pursued those series of questions throughout my youth. I wished to meet them and understand why we separated from the old bloods. I was eighteen when I first laid my eyes upon my first female victim. She was a human magus, one who had foolishly incurred the wrath of a templar above me. He ordered me to hunt her down and teach her respect. He handed me a modern, soulless instrument: a pistol. I brushed away the useless device; I needed no such contraption of mankind. No my body was churned into a weapon itself. I preferred the stainless steel of my katars and daggers. Speed and precision were my forte; I loath murder personally, it's such a dull activity and unsastifying measure. It doesn’t give you power, only the illusion of it. No I relished in the depravity that occurred afterwards. She was an easy target: inexperienced and overconfident in her endeavors. I stalked her in Paris for two weeks before I executed my plan. I concealed myself in her private chambers for several hours while she was away. For a magus, her room wasn’t warded with charms or hexes. Amateur, I cringed to myself at her sloppiness. It was delight as she paused and shut the doorway. The room only let in the slivers of dank, desperate particles of light. They cried out to her to beware this stalker in her chamber. She murmured an incantation as she gyrated her body rhythmically with each syllable. I was enticed by the erotic, sexual performance. Her hair was smooth in straight locks and midnight black; her eyes were a pale grey. She had a petite build, runes and tattoos adorned along her pink flesh. I felt the blood rushing to my loins as I witnessed her lewdness. Something triggered within me: the long, repressed taint of my ancestors compelling me to reave her. She cupped her small hands under the pert, taut underside of her breasts. I stepped forward and rushed at her unprotected back. She screamed in surprised as my lithe form snatched at her and cut through her silk robes effortlessly. Her cries and desperate pleas only beckoned me to commit this heinous act. Words were usual as her spells slipped from the weight of my boot kneeing into her abdomen. She keeled over and guarded her bruised ribs. My fingers tightened as the curse awakened my true form. Smoke and a black liquid slithered from my pours and coated me in its black luminous form; my fingers lengthened to piercing talons, my shoulders spurting jagged, cragged spikes and two horns tearing through my bleeding brow. This was what the elders called the awakening; it’s known as the Drokans true birth. They hide as humans and become this in adolescence. I stood above the magi with my eyes leering and my head cocked slightly like an ancient predator. She was beaten and ripe for the taking. The voice inside whispered it hoarsely: “Violate her. Show her why the abyss consumes all.” I grasped my newly adorned, rough horns as the voice pounded inside my skull. I lifted her off the ground with the surge of inhuman prowess; the sorceress groaned and whimpered pathetically as her tattered robes slinked to her biceps. Her slit was raw and a flushed pink. I unfurled my half-aching shaft and poked the dry opening. In response she let out a soft moan with her tongue straying from her throat. There was no need for safety or preparation- I only wished to reave and destroy her existence. I rammed my hips into her slit as it expanded and swallowed my wide shaft; the sorceress eyes widen and she let out a horrific, squealing wail of agony. Blood dripped from her swollen blossom. “A virgin-the perfect prototype” I mused to myself as her blood served as viable lubricant. I planted her against the cobblestone wall to the right and pounded slowly with deep, brutish thrusts. Each time she clenched her teeth and tears fell from bruised face. The blood and slippery juice mixed together into a drooling puddle. After a while the wails subsided and her expression changed: she was crying in ecstasy from the rapture. “Son of the abyss, you came. You answered my prayer.” She panted heavily in broken syllables. The words processed in my mind and I was shocked by her statement; she continued: “Hell answered my prayers. You answered my calls prince of the abyss. I desire your power; let the flames of hell devour my soul. I bow before the masters of the great. Give me the solace of damnation, daritk (noble)” She pushed her loins upon my shaft. I realized she was performing a summoning at that moment. I used this to my advantage. I continued to pump and break her canal. Moan after moan this mortal harlot immorally screeched. Hell would have her wretched soul; this deliverance was my first step to madness. She climaxed and fell off my gushing spear. She laid nude, cum and her own juice squelching messily. What happened next was not of my own doing. She had laid with a beast, yes, but I was still Drokan. My talons launched at her and sunk transparently through her chest. My vision revealed all: her real visage was a whorish shell of her beauty. My shimmering hand latched around her soul and pulled it from her body. The husk lost its source and the color drained from her flushed body. Her essence flickered in the dim corridor. “Thank you, daritk. Now” she pleaded “send me to paradise.” With her words finished, her wish was granted. From the shadows of the wall before me a maw roared towards her. The devilish, draconic face snapped its jaw around her and gnawed on her soul. Her ethereal soul suffered as the teeth clenched and tethered her slowly into its recesses. The look in her eyes was one of unknowing terror, and a sinful wish fulfilled. I jerked back from the maw as the two vanished. My heart thumped and thundered with blood; I felt as if it would tear itself from my chest. I heard the slumping of a body behind me. I dared not turn to face what awaited me; what was this? I swallowed my fears and turned to what awaited. The woman rose from her death pose and an unknown discharge of orange energy lingered as she stood with her head obscured from my view. I drew forth a single edge and pointed the blade at this reanimated corpse. “Who are you spectr—“I am grateful, Drokan. You have given me birth into this world. Armen the Nameless, correct? Yes you are. I am Ara, daughter of Lilith. I beseeched you reaver.” This demon declared to me openly. A demon, flesh and blood in this world!? Finally, I would have my questions answered by this messenger of lust.	02/23/09 00:43