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  • it's criminal | character gallery v1

    [size=20pt]• ZEBULON'S CHARACTER GALLERY •[/size]


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    WELCOME •
    Brief intro will go here.


    COUNTER •
    Total Characters • One
    Total Clans/Tribes • One
    Total Males • One
    Total Females • Zero


    INDEX •
    Coracinus Lucifer Ecuador-Harbringer • click


    BIO FORM •


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  • YES, THIS IS MY BABY. | open, album has a kid?

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -14px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]A low grunt, a single syllable noise that displayed a primal distaste in the heat and large splayed hooves came to carry the young beast over the burning sand to stand at the outskirts of the Capitol, his scrutinising dark gaze raking the scene. His cranium lowered, thick neck and broad shoulders rolling to accommodate this shift in position, to support the weight of his mammoth head; then he snorted once, just to clear his dusted nostrils, a deep hued tongue flicking out to lick away the residues of grit that clung to his muzzle. The bitter and unpleasant taste stung his taste buds and he quickly dragged the muscle along his teeth to clean it of sand, chewing with a crackling intensity before swallowing with only slight difficulty. How distasteful. Coracinus Lucifer, as he was known, and what an ironic name; he just happened so to be born to an albino elk, just as Album, the White One, possessed an ebony deer form. Perhaps the world was out to present the two as opposites, their bodies contrasting their names quite drastically just as they did each other. Demonic in every form but their voices indeed; no hint of malice seemed to edge into his everyday word, and he was actually an unusually friendly devil indeed. Emotional, too; he had yet to control his feelings and powers that ran rampant and only recently with the help of his apparent father and fellow unholy being had he been able to somewhat perfect his shapeshifting ability.


    "How pleasant," the well educated elk calf would chirp in reply to Album's words, focusing upon the milling BloodClanners with mild curiosity before trailing his gaze to Brace. "My name is Coracinus Lucifer, who might you be?" he let his eyes slide shut for a brief moment then, allowing his entire body to shudder and transform into a more presentable, three month old, sabre toothed wolf pup. Its ebony fur much better suited him and had become his preferred socialisation form, easier to control and with a far quieter and more pleasing tone of voice, as apathetic as Album's give or take a few quivers of childish excitement. The Harbringer-Ecuador had only recently grasped the concept of pure ignorance of the petty endeavours of the world; but weeks ago he had frolicked for his own entertainment but now he was a being transformed and ready to execute orders with evil precision. It was to be expected that he couldn't keep up this stoic impression forever. With age it would improve, it always did with demons; after all he still wasn't completely manifested in the depths of hell, still incomplete and manipulatable. Were it not for Album, he could've risked purification or premature demise.


    Coracinus then flicked his plumed tail, tongue sliding out from between his two lower fangs.


    (mobile and tired, sorry if this doesn't make sense and is just nonsensical rambling. i have low muse but wanted to make a good impression, ack
    i'll make him a subaccount soon)

  • censoring swears?

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -14px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]ah no, they write the full word, the site censors cuss words itself. to remove that you go to your look and layout and uncheck/check (whichever it isn't) the box talking about censoring words automatically

  • is only a /little\ bit new

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -14px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]or rather a lot considering ive never set foot on a roleplaying site in my life, though i have roleplayed before.


    hello friends, im zebulon, both irl and onsite. i figured it'd be a good display name as, well, ive yet to meet another zebulon in the outside world. and of course, nicknames are treasured, so if you care to shorten my name ill hold you dear, promise c:


    i have many interests that seem to correspond with a few other english members on this site, and then more cliche loves that the majority of this site loves, it seems. if you're in a fandom ive probably heard of it and maybe im even in it, though no, i do not like anything remotely overly girly.


    sorry bronies.


    im currently roleplaying in bloodclan if anyone is interested, so yeah; im looking forward to making friends and hopefully roleplaying with others. i do most types of rp.

  • relight my fire } private, demon au

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -14px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]Like the rest of his brethren he was, when drifting aimlessly through nothingness, a shapeless black mass, shifting and shimmering and floating with no real destination until he reached a portal into ÆĮ and could safely transform into an overall more solid spirit. Sometimes demons never made it to a portal and remained in the sanity-sapping void that was blankness and they were the unfortunates that were drained of their life forces and used as power boosts by the stronger evils that occasionally went hunting for weak demons to prey on. Angels were altogether more civilised when it came to the hierarchy, but in the demonic world, if a powerful creature scented weakness they would devour it and grow. Brutal yes, but survival of the fittest was crucial in hell, and the better the remaining albeit small army was, the closer they would be to overthrowing God. It was a delicious goal to have, but most demons weren't bothered, merely feeding to satiate their bloody hunger as they were moved like pawns about a chessboard. Most were unaware of the bigger picture and even the most intelligent were kept in the dark; and for the most part this could only be good, for rebellious demons were forever bad. Those who were let in on the plot were likely to go astray - easy pickings for demonhunters and angels on the loose. Satan had to be cautious.


    That day was a remotely positive day for the young spirit as he drifted to ÆĮ, entering the gravitational plains and allowing himself to take on the form of a young man; he was about sixteen or seventeen, more or less, with milky pale skin and jet black hair. He donned a black suit and white gloves, and for a moment he just stood still, uniform; then a partially amused light came into his hooded cyan gaze and his mouth partially upturned into a devilish smirk- the youth of a demon is most incredible, their inability to control and abolish whatever petty emotions they naturally wish to feel and their lack of control over powers makes for a dangerous concoction; if one were to anger and explode with pure and unadulterated rage and then unwillingly unleash the full extent of their dastardly abilities it could make for great and unneeded carnage, a war nobody could afford to fight in. Most were contained and secured tightly until they matured; he had escaped that fate with naturally high status in hell, his vacuum like qualities and tendency to unknowingly absorb the pathetic aiding him in his Manifesting, his birth. He was still unfinished and still very strong. A complete and fully trained Coracinus Lucifer would not be a pretty sight for the enemy at all.


    The young man known as the Black Devil flicked out an ebony forked tongue and swiped it over his lips, wetting them with drool and giving them an odd sheen. As he did, he grinned slightly, morphing that smirk into something worse and revealing all pointed fangs, all made for tearing and plundering, all dangerous and white. He then moved forward, slow rhythmic steps, hands clasping behind his back as he wandered through ÆĮ.

  • is only a /little\ bit new

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -14px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]thank you? it's nice to see somebody else who likes the avatar and hopefully recognised the character himself.


    hello mosphi - ill call you that since my phone doesn't try to change it - it's very nice to meet you! lonnie is a fine nickname, albeit feminine but i can deal with that just fine. it's nice to meet somebody else who likes anime, and someone else who roleplays in bloodclan; id love to roleplay with you personally as well, expect that pm pretty soon


    nice to meet you to and i hope we can be friends!

  • ring the body, spill the blood || open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -14px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]The crack was what attracted the young demon and Coracinus Lucifer loped over in his wolf pup form, his salmon tongue hanging out of his jaws and settling neatly between his two lower fangs. The epitome of curiosity embodied in a physical form; he approached to rake the scene with remotely disinterested eyes, their cyan depths just barely managing to conceal his intrigue behind a mask of apathetic ignorance. "Interesting, sir," he woofed in a placid tone, coming to stand with a shake of his entire frame, ridding his fur of the clinging sand that refused to leave his ebony pelt alone. The heat and the itching and scratching of the grit was becoming a great stress to the out of control young devil soul, and little could distract him from the irritants; this interesting sight however caught his attention rapidly, and for that he was thankful. "I have never witnessed that before." and it was true; the Harbringer-Ecuador cocked his cranium and gave a low rumble, his ears slowly sliding back against his delicate cranium, not out of necessary discomfort but rather out of habit; in truth he was delighted to view this form of torture, and slowly his tail began to beat like an erratic pendulum.

  • PLOT WITH CORACINUS? } new & in need of some guidance

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -14px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]im scarily new to this site and to roleplaying online in itself so this is a big step for me, though im used to writing and have been doing it for some time. i may not be a rapid poster but i will try to make lengthy posts, though procrastinating is often my thing so... yeah, that'll be an issue i think.


    either way, my character's name is coracinus lucifer harbringer-ecuador, and is the elk son of album, a spartan. however he doesn't see album as his father, and are mainly just acquaintances in this world.


    cora himself is a higher demon, and will be one of the strongest; much stronger than album it is predicted, though since he is young he can still feel emotions, is impressionable and finds it hard to control his powers. he is intelligent, but curious, and still learning, like a child.


    he's currently three months old and a civilian. he has shapeshifting and prefers to take the form of a sabre toothed wolf pup.


    he's open to everything except for long term love, rape, litters, death and capture. a mentor is greatly needed though not necessary.


    :3

  • relight my fire } private, demon au

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -14px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]As pianist's fingers came to almost delicately adjust and correct the tie he hadn't even noticed was crooked, Coracinus came to a predictable halt, his eyes widening only slightly and grin faltering as he glanced up at the interrupter of his walk. His sharp aqua gaze flickered up to Album, then over the older demon's face, before abruptly lowering to his feet; a master for all he was worth to bring him up correctly, the raven haired male could only be grateful that the fellow higher demon was as merciful as he was, as patient and as disdainful rather than violent and senseless. He would not want to suffer spiritual bruises that would purple his milky cheeks presumably, or blacken his eye. So far Album had not so much as raised a hand to him, and had only critiqued him with careful, thoughtful and only occasionally harsh words. They bettered him slowly but surely, and he could feel himself growing more and more self disciplined even if it was obvious he was an unruly youth with a naturally frustrating helplessness when it came to controlling the bubbling abilities that lashed forth from himself unexpectedly. Now was a time he hoped he could reign himself in; he didn't want to accidentally attack his own mentor.


    Gnawing on his bottom lip for a few moments and shifting his down swept gaze to his tie, Coracinus observed the position it was meant to be in for a few moments before a small smirk once more curled his lips into a somewhat cheeky manner. His demon self and earth self were so different, at times he wondered if he played any part in reality-Cora's personality at all. "I thought time would scar you, master," he murmured thoughtfully, his eyes once more hooding with thought and a shadow passing over their bright surfaced. "but you appear flawless even now." did he underestimate Album's true powers? "You must be stronger than I thought, than anybody thought. Is the Dark Lord aware of the extent of your abilities too, or is this a secret even from him?" as he spoke this he would somewhat straighten his spine to stand rigid, though he was still in no ways as tall as Album; there were still a few inches between them, it seemed.


    Coracinus then observed the impeccable appearance of the older demon, rapping his fingers against his thigh thoughtfully; then, a sly grin on his lips, he reached out himself to rather counter-productively untuck the other's shirt and hopefully mess up his hair, before ducking free to avoid any payback attack.

  • the democracy mass adoption { HPS + SHPS + HPRS + EXOTICS

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -14px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]litter | savingpaw xx npc
    name | floydcub - floydcollins (the ghost of floyd collins)
    gender | male
    appearance | a stripeless white tiger with pale blue eyes; ghostly and haunting with a thin frame and elegant build.
    personality | he will be soft spoken and mysterious, power hungry yet not ambitious and easily entertained; he has difficulty expressing his emotions and often grows frustrated, easily hurt and a bit of a crybaby.

  • is only a /little\ bit new

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; margin-top: -14px][justify][font=georgia][size=8]hello joltybolt; zafika faber is your bloodclan character, yes? it's nice to meet you, thank you for the welcome! :3