In a world where it truly is divided by good and evil, there are two sides. Those who do not pick a side, have to carefully keep themselves out of the way.
Both sides are in trouble. The main Sinner, Infué, has fallen ill with an insufferable virus. Thus, his place and duties must be taken up temporarily by another. Obviously, for those on the side of evil, there will be competition.
In a lone school, on the side of good, there is newly arisen strife. It is said that, before Infué fell ill, he had planned on targeting that school for his next sacrifices.
Now they need a protector.

On the planet Gaia, trouble lies waiting around every corner.

Player Name: Vamien
Characters Using: Vamien and Dezz

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Name: Dezz
Age: 20
Personality: He's loose about pretty much everything. His language. His humor. And both are fairly foul and crude. Despite this, he's extremely laid-back and knows when to joke fondly with other people. Around those he loves, he's even calmer and more relaxed.
Appearance: He's very tall, at 5'11". He's rather skinny but has a slim-muscle build, and his skin is a very warm, sun-kissed color. He has naturally-narrow, glassy emerald eyes and matching hair. His hair looks like way too much hair gel has been used, as it's rather slick and pointed but long and reaches halfway down his back. On top of his head, his hair reaches up in spikes but they are bent backwards, like a cockatoo's crest or a lizard's spines.
Occupation: Second-In-Command in the Velvet Orden, the Servants of Infué.

Name: Vamien
Age: 25
Personality: Extremely reserved and rather quiet. While he prefers just being left alone and reading a book if the right person comes along he attaches rather easily but does a good job at hiding it. If asked questions he answers either with another question or some sort of a riddle, and his voice is almost always little higher than a murmur. He moves with a fluid, elf-like grace and acts somewhat like an elf, too.
Appearance: He's a bit taller than Dezz, at 6'2". He has the same sort of build only he's quite obviously less muscular, but that doesn't seem to bother him. He has a smoothly pointed face and a rather sharp nose, but despite this his expression always manages to be rather gentle. He has naturally-narrow, ink-black eyes and matching hair, which is spider-web like and reaches down to his knees.
Occupation: Reading teacher in Zanar High, the school being targeted next.


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All was quiet in the library. Not a sound came from anywhere, not even the creaking of the bookshelves under the weight of numberless books. In its center, sat a man, sitting comfortably at a round table in a chair that seemed like it was a bit too small for his long, lithe body. His legs were crossed over and in his delicate-looking hands was an old, tattered and aged book. The print was very small, which may have been why the man was wearing rectangular glasses on the bridge of his nose.
His ink-black hair fell like the finest of threads over the back of the chair and spilled out from the openings on either side of it.
Despite the fact that he seemed to be sitting upright and in quite a stable position, he was quite obviously asleep.


The hallway echoed a lot.
That was all Dezz could think as his footsteps bounced off the cold stone walls all around him. It would have been a dank, dreary place if not for the fact that it was completely spotless. The Velvet Orden's quarters were ridiculously fancy and well-kept.
With his hands stuffed casually in his jeans pockets, he turned a corner and almost immediately swept into the open door that was directly around the bend.

[[FYI - Mimicking your style... <3]]

Player: R0CkUPUNGA-B0Y
Characters: Ahriman and Monroe

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Name: Ahriman
Age: 17
Personality: For a young man, he's definitely not new to anything. He sits just below Dezz on the totem-pole of sorts in the Velvet Orden, the Servants of Infué. He tends to have a snappy, rude attitude about him, but for close company and those he respects (which numbers few), he can tone it down a bit, and at least come off nicer.
Appearance: He stands at 5'9", with broad shoulders and chest, and a rather slim waist. His ice-blue, almost clear eyes are wide, but piercing, and his dark, dirty blonde locks are short, and slicked back, minus his short bangs that flare some above his face. He always wears a coy, long smirk, and has some muscle build.
Occupation: Velvet Orden, the Servants of Infué. Some say 'third-in-command', but he's more of an assisstant to Dezz.

Name: Monroe
Age: 28
Personality: Monroe is a slight extrovert, and loves to socialize with others. While he carries a cheerful, positive outlook on life, he does realize the truth, and never likes to beat around the bush for things. He also knows a lot of different trivia, and loves to share his knowledge with others.
Appearance: Standing at 6'0", Monroe is rather tall, and has large hands and feet. However, his body makes up for it, because he does have a square build, and although not heavy, just a little meaty in the right areas. He has dark green eyes, and brown hair, that's usually cut short. He wears suits and nice clothes mostly, just because of his occupation.
Occupation: Music teacher at Zanar High.

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Monroe sat in the music room for some time, closing up the small rehearsal with the small chamber ensemble that had recently formed. With all the hype raising up, it was a wonder why he of all people weren't so shaken; inwardly, however, he was. The male set down his baton, flipping through the sheets before letting out a small sigh. "Just, remember where you slipped, and I'll see you guys tomorrow. Same time." He nodded shortly and stood, glancing to his table and remembering the book he checked out; just a little reading on some topic about mythology. As he grabbed the book up, flipping through a few of the pages. The brunette started out the music builidng, and found his way to the library. The halls were stull relatively empty, and he opened the door, spotting a fellow teacher.

"This book doesn't seem so appeasing, here.." he let out, laughing some as he noticed Vamien's 'position'.


Ahriman sat in one of the large, executive chairs, crossing his slim legs lightly, and staring out the window. The recent condition of Infué took a toll on him, and lately he'd been seeming more antsy that ever. He heard a door open, and turning gave a sharp look to Dezz, smirking some and tilting his head lightly.
"Heard anything?" His dark grey jacket was buttoned up, and his hands crossed smugly in his lap.

The black-haired man stirred when he heard Monroe's voice, but if it hadn't been for the fact that when he moved his glasses slipped off the tip of his nose and landed in his open mouth, he probably wouldn't have woken.
The obstruction, however, pulled him out of his light slumber quite efficiently, and with a deep sigh he slowly reached up and removed the glasses from their new position.
Closing his book, he turned around when he noticed there was someone else in the room. A slight smile was on his face as he murmured,
"Well, hello, dear Monroe. Something in-particular you were searching for in this lovely place?"

Dezz's eyes widened as he was spoken to, but they quickly after shut and he sighed when he realized who it was. Straightening up, as his posture had dwindled when he had turned the corner so abruptly, he slipped his hands again in his pants pockets. The low light gave a rather interesting sheen to his bare chest, outlining the slim-toned muscles there with a gentle smoothness.
"Ah, Ahri. Should've known it was you...no, I haven't heard anything. Those bastards who are 'tending to' Infué haven't so much as dropped a hint at a single thing. And Infué himself can't talk. The one thing they did say was that he'd slipped into some sort of a coma."

"Well, I just need a few biographies, on some composers.." He had a paper in his hand by then, extracting it from his pocket as the male settled himself. He gave a warm smile, and held the list up, pointing to a few starred names. "I'm hoping you at least have these.." The male liked reports, and he also liked teaching the students about the music they were performing; it did a lot more than just them openly playing some random piece, hoping to just get it over with.

"But, while I'm here, we should catch up... How have you been, Vamien?"


"Sit with me." The boy shifted slightly, crossing his other leg over the other, giving a light groan at Dezz's response. "How rude," he started, rolling his eyes and finally standing. "I swear, if they do anything to make it worse, they'll..." He only let out another soft sigh, moving over my the window, leaning against it and wrapping his arms around his slim waist. The blonde turned a bit, and looked to the other, his eyes opening a bit. "But, you're keeping well, yeah?"

The black-haired man returned the smile warmly, and though it seemed like it should have reached its eyes it did not, leaving them empty and cold.
"Ah, yes, what a wonderful tactic," he sighed, uncrossing his legs only to cross them again, switching legs. "As far as I know, I do have biographies on those lovely composers you have on your list, but there are so many books in this vast collection that I cannot be sure. Care to come with me while I check on the computer log?"
With that he stood up, pushing his chair back and moving away from it and pushing it in again, though he didn't move away, waiting for Monroe to make a move.
"On the topic of myself, I have been well. The new students this year are skittish as always...I still do not understand what it is about my appearance that is so chilling. What about yourself, ma cherie?"

With the slight raising of an eyebrow Dezz crossed over into the room, sitting in a chair that had not been previously occupied by his Orden-mate. However, he made a poor choice in seating as it was at just the perfect angle that he had to look over his shoulder to view the blonde.
"Yeah," he answered. "You look like you are, too. That's good." He paused, then turned his head back so he was staring straight ahead. "I find that it's easier just not to worry about those kinds'a things, though. I mean...there's no use in getting agitated by something you can't control, eh?"
As he talked, he stretched his legs out and spread them, laying his arms on the arms of the chair and sinking lazily into it. All-around he looked rather laid-back and at-ease, but with him no one ever could really tell.

"That would be perfect.. Thank you very much.." He gave a small nod, and once by the computer, started to watch Vamien as he looked up a few of the books. "Mnn, well, school can be the cause too, though... I suppose they just think you're some kind of, vampire or ghoul.." Monroe shrugged, and really, he didn't see what was so bad about the other; then again, he had been working there for some time with the dark-haired male, too. "But, nothing that gives me the chills..." A small smile formed on his face, and lightly Monroe patted the other's shoulder.

"I'm trying.." Ahriman shifted some, and still perched on the windowsill, crossed his legs a bit. He stared out over everything, hoping that somehow, someway, Infué would be okay. The blonde barely had an idea of how everything would go if he were to go, and with the talks about new sacrifices, who knew if it would even fall through without the head Leader?
"I get agitated by stupid people.." he smiled, turning and facing the other. His bangs fell before one side of his face, and keeping his warm, smug smirk on his face, shrugged a bit. "You seem comfortable... Those chairs are rather stiff, though.."

"Anytime," said Vamien fondly, tapping away at the keyboard with swift, delicate fingers. When he felt Monroe's hand on his shoulder he turned his head slightly to look at him, his own warm, rather slight smile on his face. Being him he tended not to smile a lot, so even a slight one was rare.
"I suppose that is all that matters, though. As long as I do not come across as something so morbid and crude to you, I do not mind." he said, his tone matching his smile.
Then he sighed in a light-hearted kind of way and turned back to the computer, now jotting down the locations of the books the other man had asked for on a piece of paper.

Dezz looked back at him with lazy, half-closed eyes and a laid-back smirk, and answered, "You know me. I'm comfortable just about anywhere I am." With another sigh he closed his eyes and let his chin rest on his chest now, he himself silently wondering about the same thing the other male had. He'd gotten to see Infué once, even speak to him; the man just seemed like there was no way he could die.
Even though he was pondering deeply about all this his eyebrows were still raised and his expression was unbothered as always.

Monroe smiled a bit, and shifted on his feet some; he had horrible balance, but managed. "Hm, well I'm glad my opinion matters to you.." he chuckled, before watching a few students wander in. He noticed the few notes the other made, and let his hands find their way into his pockets. Vamien was such a neat, organized worker, and he was very easy to get along with. There was no reason he should be looked at strangely.

The boy smiled and nodded, letting a small chuckle escape his lips. He started to walk over by him, his thin legs crossing as he perched himself up onto a small desk. "Wish I had that ability.." As Ahriman narrowed his eyes some, he sighed a bit, tilting his head lightly. "But, I'm sure you're still thinking of something.. I can feel it." And, he could. The blonde leaned back, almost exposing his stomach from the tight jacket moving with him.

Finishing up his notes, Vamien straightened and put the pen down next to the keyboard, looking over his near-calligraphy scribbles and smiling. Then he turned to look at Monroe. "Yours may be the only one that does matter," he admitted, handing the other man the notes. "If you need any help finding your way to any of those, please do not hesitate to inform me." He paused, in which he looked around to make sure no one was in earshot. Then he continued, more quietly, "Have you heard the latest? That this school is now being targeted by Infué, and all the connecting issues?"

Dezz grinned, opening one of his eyes to gaze up at Ahriman with a glazed-over emerald pool. "Yeah, I'm always thinking of something. Right now I'm wondering why you seem to like to expose yourself." He gestured to his near-exposed stomach, his grin widening. Then he stood up with something of a grunt and took a few sauntering steps forward until he was nearly directly in front of the other, his hands casually in his pockets. "So, you thinkin' about volunteering?"

Monroe couldn't help but smile at the sly comment, smirking and gently patting the other's back as he followed. However, he only kept his arm around him, and leaned in close, listening as his voice lowered notably. "Oh, well.. I have heard some things..." he whispered back, and dropped his hand, finding them into his pockets. He knew everything about how the target was on their backs, and also even some about the possible delay in the attack. The brunette himself was wondering when someone would step up against them, and he was more than willing if no one showed themselves yet.

As Ahri eased off the table, he gave a light smirk, laughing some and inching back up against Dezz. Lightly running a hand through the other's hair, he let out coyly, "Ah, you silly man... I just prefer to be comfortable.." The boy's bright blue eyes widened some, and he took a step back, crossing his arms in front of his chest, smugly looking down to the floor. "Of course I am. No one else is... As far as I konw.."

Vamien nodded slowly as the other man spoke, listening with half-closed eyes as he looked distantly into the bookshelves, his sight seeming to be elsewhere despite the fact that they appeared fixed.
"Ah, that is good," he said, seeming to come out of his daze as he looked back at Monroe and reached up to rest his hand on the other man's cheek. It was a well known factor that the black-haired man had little to no restrictions on physical contact, but it was still rarely exercised. Despite that he only kept his hand there for a second or so before it moved down to his shoulder, and he continued more lightly, "Well, it seems the school day is over, yes? Are you busy, or would you like to join me for a cup of tea and some french pastries in the louge?"

Dezz's eyes slipped closed a little more than they already were when the other man's fingers ran through his hair, as that was a rather soft spot for him regardless of what it looked like. So naturally when the feeling stopped his eyebrows raised and he chuckled, "Ah, seems like that's a rather tight subject, huh? I'll try not to bring it up again, then." After that he calmly reached up and stroked his fingertip over the part of Ahirman's stomach that was exposed, and concluded, "Your skin's so soft. No wonder you don't mind showing it off."