Nocturne of Eternal Darkness Discussion and Donuts

[Demon Lord Gira]

WELCOME, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, TO THE NEWEST FANFICTION OF YOUR VERY OWN FLYGON KING! Now I knew I have a lot of works on the back burner still gurgling away as I think of new things for them, but since I am freed of the Writing Contest, I thought I would just present you all with a new work I am doing to bide the time away, and I DO intend on wrapping this up before wrapping up everything else.

Premise: New York is normally thought of as a nice, busy city, one of the most densely populated in the world. but in all sense, rather normal... atleast until this little girl appeared. proclaiming herself to be a fallen angel and showing powers beyond anything the world has ever seen, she's causing mayhem and destruction across the city, and is upsetting the very balance of power at hand. Now several rival gangs, determined to keep their city under their control, have teamed up to take down the innocent menace before their world gets turned upside down, and normal life as they know it is lost forever.

Rules:
1. Your character should be an ordinary person for this. the supernatural IS present here... but it's primarily going to be an antagonistic force. of course, if you want to make a character that SIDES with it...
2. Please, make sure the character doesn't break physics. This is meant to be a serious work to a degree, and all suspense and plot-building is shattered if someone comes in that can just shatter time and space and spawn hot dog carts out of thin air.
3. HAVE FUN!

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The first chapter will be put up either later on tonight, or in the morning, to give you guys an idea of what to expect

[Biogoji]

Sounds like fun.

Name: Jack Holloway-Smith
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Height: 6 feet
Apperance: Long black hair average build hazel eyes
Personality: A cocky assassin who thinks he can kill anyone anywhere anytime and will kill as many people that is needed and fight no matter what the odds.
Background: Was hired by a gang after killing five members of a rival gang.
Personal weapons: Dual machine guns, pump action shotgun, Katana, handgun and tomahawk.

[Demon Lord Gira]

And there is the first chapter... a taste for what's to come.

OF COURSE, SIGNUPS ARE STILL UP! And they will remain up until Friday. After than, the second chapter will be put up, and the story will be regularly updated. Please enjoy, and have a happy day.

[RamshackleRanger]

Name: Angus Aurora
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Height: 6' 6
Appearance: Felix is quite thin, although muscular. He has pale white skin and electric blue eyes. He has spiked up red hair and a tattoo of a cobra, with the head on his right hand and the tail traveling up his arm. His index finger and pinkie are missing from his right hand. He often wears a spray painted green raincoat over a white wife beater and cargo pants.
Backstory and occupation: Angus was the torture supervisor for his respective gang. If you needed info out of someone, you went to Angus. Angus would smile an ask when he could start. If you said tomorrow, he would kick you in the balls and yell at you for getting his hopes up. Angus is that kind of guy.
He uses all sorts of methods of torture, but he loves one in particular. Fauna torture. He loves putting you in a cage with some beast and watching it eat you. As such, he has major connections in the wildlife black market. But what he really loves to fancy it up. He once fused a mans arms together behind his back with a blowtorch and threw him in a cage with an angry cassowary. he dangled a mans feet in the water with steaks sewn into his feet and let the piranhas eat them until he squealed. No one knows where he came from, no one asks. No one wants to know what made him this way.
Personality: Angus is, in a word, Insane. He disturbs people on purpose, thinks its hilarious. he always has a smile on his face. He isn't easily pissed off, and is quick witted. However, this makes him slightly oblivious to sarcasm. However, if you gave him a direct insult, he will strike you with twice the force you hit him in a witty comeback. He will do extremely strange things and act as if they are completely normal. For example: Downing a tube of sunscreen and asking the bartender if theres more. Angus is the definition of phsyco.
Personal weaponry and connections: Angus carries with him a Modified grenade launcher, and a indian king cobra which he has fondly named Basilus. He has many connections in the black market for wildlife.

Notes:
He has worked up an immunity to most venoms through experience, even gets high off it sometimes.
He is left handed.
Has a strange obsession with cryolophosaurus.

[HayesAJones]

Hm... okay then! Here's something fun for you, Flygon.

Name: Flor "Fainis" Pastrana
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Height: 5'10"
Appearance: Thin and sinewy, lean like a jungle animal. Not curvy or "beautiful" in any traditional sense, but still strangely magnetic and seductive. She's dangerous and mean looking, striking as a jungle cat or snow-covered wolf- like she could wrench your head off just as easily as she could caress your cheek. Some of her many, many lovers have, in fact, been so unlucky and died this way. It has not deterred others, a testament to her unorthodox attractiveness. Her tanned body is athletic and covered in pink scars that ring her arms and legs like stripes. Many are self-inflicted. An auburn stripe of hair raises off her head like a dragon's crest, spikey and flowing, wrapping around her skull like a mane rather than a mohawk. The rest of her scalp is shaved smooth. Her lip is split deeply just to the right of her nose- a gift from her father for talking back too freely.
Personality: Flor, or "Fainis" as she demands to be called after a mythological wolf that whisks away the souls of sinners upon threat of death, is a sadistic sociopath and sexual deviant. She is murderous, cruel, and, above all else, one of the most gleeful people to walk the face of the earth. Whether she's unzipping pants or unzipping throat and bellies, Fainis is always have a blast with her life. She thrills at the pain and suffering that the criminal underbelly of New York will tolerate from her. She kills, pummels, steals, and sets fire to whatever or whomever she wants. She has no goal or motivation behind her unlawful activities. She's just looking for a kick or two. Fainis is the self-proclaimed "Bitch Queen" of New York, and she refused to let this little 'Minerva' bitch threaten that title. She is the most murderous woman in New York, not this new scrap of meat that calls herself a fallen angel or some stupid shit like that. Fainis doesn't care if the little hoe sprouted wings and started spewing damnations, she would take her down anyway- she was damned long ago anyway. Besides her life on the other side of the law, Fainis is also a partier and shameless nymphomaniac. When she's not enthralled in torture or petty arson, she's burying herself under a mountain of alcohol, drugs, men, woman, sex toys, animals... fuck, she doesn't care as long as it brings something to stick in her. That includes knifes. Fainis can add "masochist" to her long list of social and sexual deviance as well. Basically... Fainis is having fun and doesn't give two fucks about the consequences. Although, she does have one rule- she and her people keep children out of it, whatever "it" may be at the time. The first time Fainis demonstrated the animal ferocity that she would become infamous for was when she found out a guy working for her was selling drugs to kids. She removed his spine in one long piece after carving his neck out- a trick her father taught her before she used it on him.
Backstory/Occupation: The daughter of a Colombian drug lord, Fainis came to New York after murdering her father slowly and then tearing his empire apart from the top down- and all out of spite. Unlike her old man, who cared about the "operation" and all of its rules, Fainis is only looking for a way to entertain herself. She doesn't want money or fame or even fear- although she does enjoy all three of those things when she has them. She came to New York, with all its people and places and opportunities, so that she could pursue her one true passion in life- laughter. Fainis loves to laugh. She laughs for a living. She laughs at the blood and *ahem* other bodily fluids she spills. She laughs for all the lives she ruins. She laughs at every stab, every gunshot, every slit throat, and every climax reached. Fainis doesn't want the world. She just wants a good chuckle. So she pulled together a small gang out of what she took with her from her homeland and whatever she could scrap off the ground in New York, and now she practically rules a small web of shady alleyways and back walks. Her long, hoarse cackle ringing between degraded brick walls and fire escapes is something that can make anyone mess themselves. Hardened criminals have broken down into sobbing wrecks because of her cackling scream. It is a thing of nightmares, as is her vicious grin, which shows almost all of her teeth and a good portion of her gums. Her slit lip stretched wide whenever she smiles, often reopening and spurting blood, something that Fainis finds thrilling, tonguing the red from her gushing scar as her victim watches aghast.
Personal weaponry/outsides connections to larger powers: Fainis enjoys inflicting harm with her own filed teeth and long, decorated nails more than anything else, but when she needs equipment to hurt someone, she always goes to the machete that her father left her when he had his... "accident." She's an awful shot with any sort of firearm, although she knows the in and outs of bladed combat like it was her purpose in life. She is not affiliated with any large group or gang outside of the drug empire she drove into the ground, but she can always count of her gang, the Hell's Hounds, when she needs them. There are Brog and Gawl, her beefy twin bodyguards that accompany her just about everywhere. They are two of her father's men that decided to stay loyal to her after his passing, so they share her dark skin tone and expertise with the blade. They way they move with her, it is sometimes as if they were a three-headed beast with a single stride. And never trailing far behind them is Sey, a scrawny thief that Flor picked off of the street for a wild night in bed and maybe a few jobs, but ended up keeping around once he proved her worth through unmatched stealth and intuition. There is also Zoz Camman, a Brazilian gunner who is an ace shot and sharp thinker. He was an assassin before joining Flor. His target was her father, but after she killed him, he became impressed by her brutality and declared loyalty to her. They are off and on lovers. Perhaps her most fierce follower is her son, Skoll, who she had at the age of fifteen to a much older German war criminal that her father did business for. He was old enough to be her grandfather at the time of their affair, but she was seduced by the violence and bloodshed that stained his wrinkly skin. Skoll is an enormous nineteen-year-old, tall as a basketball star and thick as a football player. He is as quiet as he is committed to his mother. Fainis, despite her dedicated sleeping around, also has a flame that she keeps returning to- a small, meek white-collar criminal who is only known to the Hell's Hounds as "Lykobo." Unlike Fainis, who is savage and direct, taking on her foes with her bare hands and faith in her guys, he profits by manipulating numbers and faking results. They were brought together by a small heist and have not separated permanently since. Fainis is in love with his submissive nature and willingness to bend to her wishes, and he is thrilled by her wild personality and unstrained crudeness. Skoll considers Lykobo his father. They are a terrifying family, tied together by sin and theft, but a family none the less. They all love each other dearly, and if something were to happen to either her son or her consort...

There would be all hell to pay.

Humanized Fenris/Fainis and co.! Although I may have gone slightly overboard...

[Demon Lord Gira]

SWEET MERCY OF THE ANCIENTS... Why ain't Fainis the big bad here again? I am actually scared of this character, believe it or not, which is rare for me. She seems to be a Complete Monster, which just goes to show that you don't always need a super powered force to be a true evil monster... just a bad person with a bad day. And true enough, she basically IS Fenris in human form, one of the few kaiju at the UCA I have grown to fear, along with Arc. Doing this character justice is gonna be a doozy.

As for the other two, Angus and Jack are in as well, and I already have their roles laid out for them... this is going to be a fun story to do.

[GodzillaFreak99]

I could use a good kick right now, why not?

name: Matt Bennett
age: 23
gender: male
height: average
Description: Matt wears a dark grey long-sleaved T-shirt, faded dark blue jeans, black leather shoes, a long black trench coat, a black fedora and a metallic silver cover up to hide the burns on his face
personality: Matt is a rather snarky fella, cracking jokes and trash-talking his foes, he also has quite the potty mouth on him, as well as a short fuse, he is sometimes easily angered, but other then that is a nice, humble guy.

backstory: Growing up, Matt's life was always a hard one. Though many problems and obsticles came his way, he always managed to overcome them. Sadly, when he was about 13, a break in by a murderer took his mother from him, sending him into a deep depression, wich he recovered from in time, but still missed his mother greatly. Seeking revenge, Matt joined the police force of his home town, thinking he would be able to track down his mother's killer, wich he found during his fits assignment in a chemical plant. Matt confronted his killer, and after a brutal fight, had him held at gun point, however, the murderer managed to get a hold of a container of acid, wich he through at Matt, leaving the top right portion of his face horribley burnt. grieving over what he had lost, and what he had almost become, Matt left his home town, wanting to find something more for himself. During his travels, he happened upon a mysterious old man, whom Matt thought was a "Crazy old fart" However, Matt discovered an ancient church, wich housed a a centuries old holy sword. The old man told Matt of a time when the sword was used by a brave warrior to stop an evil force from world domination. However, the church was attacked by adversary Matt had encountered before the discovery of the church and was defeated. Fortunatly, Matt managed to draw the holy sword and drive the attacker away. Matt then left, but he held on to the sword, thinking it may come in handy if need be.


Well? What do ya think?

[Benn_Sonic_exe]

Name: Ethan Crane

Age: 19

Height: 5'11

Appearance: Ethan is slim, and wears a black, unzipped coat over a light gray
T-shirt. He has gray jeans and neon shoes. His skin is pale and he has
short,silver hair, with long bangs covering his left, green eye.He has a
spiked black collar around his neck, with the word "Bandit" on it, the name
of his cat.

Personality: Ethan is very shy, and usually keeps to himself. He talks as
little as possible. He is very clever, but due to being shy, he usually
doesn't share his thoughts.He is obsessed with cats, having cat tatoos on his
back, and even acting like one at times.

Backstory/Occupation: From the beginning, Ethan's life seemed normal, he had
friends in school, and he had good grades. But it started going downhill in
middle school. Ethan's friends had moved, and he started getting bullied
constantly. He fell into a depression, and the bullying went on until he
finally snapped and fought back. Most people don't know what happened from
there, and Ethan prefers it that way.

Personal weaponry/outsides connections to larger powers: Ethan prefers bladed
weaponry over firearms. He has a belt of throwing knives and axes, a sickle,
and a katana. He is very stealthy, and he keeps daggers in places nobody would
excpect. In hand-to-hand combat, Ethan is skilled in martial arts, and is
agile like a cat.
Yay first post!

[Demon Lord Gira]

Alright, take your time, SBD. I know it's gonna be Sal again... I can just tell it.

As for our new characters, they are all welcome in. We're getting pretty full with the roster here.

[GodzillaFreak99]

Wait, you already know?! What sorcery is this!?

He's just cool like that.

[HayesAJones]

^Uh oh, looks like Flor may just find herself a new favorite playmate over the course of this fic. I hope Sal can take being stalked by a masochistic man-eater...

I guess that's another thing I should mention as being carried over from her original kaiju incarnation: Fainis does not have rivals or allies, but rather a mix of the two that she calls "playmates." She can't possibly stay mad at someone who provides enough fun, so she can be thwarted by someone one day and try to bed them the next.

She's the type of "villain" (if you want to use such a blanket term) to absolutely fall in love with the "hero."

[Beast Blood]

Name: Mathilda Masa
Age: 35 years old
Gender: Female
Height: 6"1' (1.88 m)
Appearance: She's a Japanese woman. She has a slightly muscular build from training in martial arts and other fighting styles so much. Her hair is cut short. She's a pretty strong woman, able to hoist other people with a single hand and pull off remarkable physical feats.
Personality: Masa firmly believes that violence should only be used in life-threatening situations, such as self-defense. As such, she refuses to enter heated arguments and stays away from trouble. She is a nice girl, but absolutely loves to pull sarcastic remarks, although she will never mean harm.
Backstory/Occupation: The black-belt simply teaches martial arts.
Personal weaponry/outsides connections to larger powers: Good ol' bare hands.

Derp.

Edit: Okay, here's something hopefully less silly.

Name: Bjorn Berg, "The Bear"
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Height: Six feet
Appearance: A man with brown hair and green eyes. He has certain bulk to him, while not being truly fat.
Personality: Perfectly calm in most situations. Loves to help in any way he can. He's a pacifist, but is not afraid to get to pounding if someone annoys him.
Backstory/Occupation: Bjorn is a bartender, but wishes to become a fighter pilot. He also attends Mathilda Masa's classes, mainly to know how to defend himself and keep himself in good shape.
Personal weaponry/outsides connections to larger powers: His only weapons are his physical strength and basic self-defense skills.

[Kubo]

I suppose I should sign up...

Name: Cesar LaRoux, "Prince Pyro"
Age: 18
Gender: Male (I'll be bread one of these days! You just wait!)
Height: 6'3"
Appearance: White hair, comes down to his hazel eyes. He wears heat-resistant armor underneath his clothes, which normally include a black jacket and black pants. Sometimes wears a gas mask to prevent smoke inhalation when he conducts his...business. Pale skinned, often smells of embers.
Personality: Almost too quiet for his own good, Cesar is someone who can count the words he says in a day on his fingers. He has no mercy for anyone or anything, but is an honorable fighter. He always makes it his priority to align himself with the biggest fish in the pond (which, currently, he believes is himself). It could be seen as a cowardly act, but Cesar will be noble to the end.
Backstory: Earning the name "Prince Pyro" is no easy task, but after committing over a dozen acts of arson, Cesar is certainly reminding the helpless victims of crimes who they should fear. He works meticulously, always crafting a plan, a back-up, and occasionally a back-up to the back-up. He has only made a couple face-to-face confrontations with police and civilians, and they have all met the same scorching fate. Despite the chaos he creates, Cesar is often meditative, dozing off to a mellow song as he plots his next crime. His dreams of "playing the fiddle as the world burns" have caused him to turn to underground syndicates, in hopes that he may find someone who he can tag along with.
Personal Weaponry: Flamethrower, incendiary grenades, as well as a metal stick underneath the barrel of his black flamethrower that is heated up by the usage of the weapon. Cesar often pulls it out if the fight turns to close combat, inflicting nasty burns and extra damage to his opponents, giving him a early advantage over an opponent.
Connections: Cesar has friends and rivals in the criminal underground. More the latter than the former. Recently, he has gone solo in order to investigate the true power of a certain (unimportant to the story) syndicate. Sometimes, his arson crimes are against criminals, thus putting the sights of both the police and the underground's guns on his back.

I think that should work, yeah?

[Demon Lord Gira]

I am loving these new characters! So many new guys to bring in and incorporate...

And Chapter 2 is up! This does NOT mean signups are over, folks. They will close tomorrow... but for now, we get some plot built up, and prepare to get this show on the road.

[HayesAJones]

Aw yeah, I am LOVING how you've wrote Fainis so far. This is really shaping up to be impressive, Flygon! Excellent work!

[Demon Lord Gira]

Aw yeah, I am LOVING how you've wrote Fainis so far. This is really shaping up to be impressive, Flygon! Excellent work!

Thanks for the compliment. I guess all that Yuuka on the UCA helped prepare me for doing Fainis as well as I can, only Fainis looks to be even WORSE than the plant sadist... a thought I would never think would come to life... Sweet mercy...

[RamshackleRanger]

This is great! The way you've written this up is amazing - can't wait to see more!

[Kubo]

How very riveting, Flygon. Wonderfully crafted indeed. You are at the top of your game right now. I'm curious to see how Prince Pyro shall fit into this.

[Beast Blood]

I'm likin' it so far.

I went ahead and changed my character for something less silly. It's still a martial artist and still the closest to a kung-fu wizard as I can get.

[Spuro]

Name: Garon
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Height: 6’6

Appearance: Tall, and absolutely rippling with muscle, Garon is built like a professional weight lifter. He sports short spiked auburn hair and a goatee, both contrasting against his pale, waxy skin. The irises of his eyes are just as black as his pupils. He is a dangerous looking individual, often compared to a bear, and reeks of alcohol and tobacco. Garon can be found wearing a heavy black leather jacket.


Personality: Garon’s philosophy in life is: “Enjoy life to it’s fullest, and don’t give a flying fuck about the consequences.” He believes he’s above the law, doing whatever he damn well pleases. But despite his carefree, anarchist attitude, Garon isn’t murderous nor a sadist. Make no mistake; he will kill if he needs to, but if other opportunities present themselves Garon will probably take them. That said, he loves himself a good fight. In his eyes, there’s no better sport than challenging an opponent in a down and dirty, good old fashion brawl. Yet no matter how bloody a fight gets, he will refrain from killing unless necessary. Many of his mannerisms almost seem devoted to starting a fight – he throws insults, threatens rivals with a good ass-kicking, and generally acts like the biggest dickhead since Thresher. He smokes several packs per-day and guzzles alcohol by the bottle, seemingly without any visible ill affects. His everyday vocabulary includes “whore, fuck, bitch, slut, etc.” He has absolutely no concerns with hanging out with even the most terrible psychopaths and murderers… he has to live with one after all (Long story). Garon is, beyond any doubt, an asshole, the kind who would sock a random passerby in the face if it gained him anything.

He’s also, despite what he may claim otherwise, a good-hearted soul. He cares for what few friends he has, would never even think of hurting a child, is completely capable of feeling sympathy (he will always try to hide that, however), and shows no discomfort or prejudice towards the mentally impaired, homosexuals, people of different races of religious beliefs. It’s his fun loving, thrill seeking nature that feeds his love of fighting, not the desire to hurt people. And if push comes to shove, he will do the right things, even if he needs a little bit of prodding. Garon also enjoys rock and metal music, motorcycles, clubs, movies, and owns a german shepherd. He’s an act-first-and-ask questions later kind of guy, rarely planning out anything and preferring to make things up as he goes along. He speaks in relatively short sentences, rarely rambling on with long, flowery words. He’s short, brief, and to the point.


Backstory/Occupation: Nobody knows where Garon came from. Nobody has thought to ask him. He arrived in New York only a few weeks ago, and has since spent most of his time enjoying himself in whatever way he pleases: visiting bars, going to the movies, walking the dog, seeing the sights the city has to offer. He’s also been chased by the cops for punching out a drunk that called him “a dumb fuck” and has been involved in numerous street brawls. But this mysterious, carefree person hasn’t been here long enough to gain any sort of reputation. He has no known occupation.


Personal Weaponry/Outside Connections: Garon’s greatest weapon is his nearly unbelievable strength, which gives his blows a lot of force. While he loves to brawl, in a serious combat situation he carries with him a pump-action shotgun, several grenades, and a box of matches.