What I am looking for:

To be blunt, I am looking for people who is willing to build a deep, well balanced character and is willing to play NPCs as well to further the story. The players must at least be Semi-literate. They must understand the workings of good story building skills. Beginning, middle, end. My story telling tends to start off with characters meeting, some plot, climax and finally a conclusion. I might be new to Menewsha, but I am not new to freeform RPing.

The Story at Hand:

Darken Manor. A place of the unknown horrors of the supernatural kine exist only in the illusions of the mortal mind. Though, it seems there is more reality then illusion in this world. After the war of the DeSeer clan, Darken Manor was made to be rebuild and it's dominion as well. The solo shadow exists inside this shell of a home, Valdris Darken. The last decedent of sorcerers that have manged to devour demon souls in order to survive in this world. In the process of devouring the souls of demons, the family has become twisted from the demonic vices over the years. Leaving the slightly deranged male, Valdris, alone in his mansion. Though he doesn't sit wallowing in his latest defeat against Clan DeSeer. He waits for those to answer the call. To create his Clan again, his army. So he waits in the shadows. Sending his letters out to those who wish for power, gory, and money. He has it all to offer, just waiting for those willing enough to take it.

This is the story of the First coming: Darken Manor: Reborn.


DARKEN MANOR: Description of the area and building.

Darken Manor is located high above a small town high above on a mountain side. Climbing up the mountain is a little harder then it use to be. The manor rests a long thin road that is a mile high. No car nor motorcycle can make it up there unless you know the back way up. Once past the forest and the path way above you meet the house of the Darken Family. The Mansion looks more like something from the bayou of the south. Two pillars are set before the opening of the two large double doors made of hard steel, but painted deep crimson. Above the double doors a giant eye appears at the door. It's large pupil is white, though the iris is bright red. Those who wish to do harm to those who live in the Manor, the doors become a large mouth and will swallow trust passers. The eye will scan the person and there aura to tell there intent. Hostile or non hostile creature. Then once scanned the doors will open and allow the person inside.


WHEN YOU WALK IN:

As you enter you see a double stairway of vermilion carpet climbs up to the second floor of the manor. Between the two stair cases is a statue of Drenia Darken being stabbed by the Male Isaaru.. Founder and Great Grandmother of the family and Great Grandfather.. The left door on the 1st floor leads to the kitchen and then the basement/ lab from there. The door on the right leads to art/library/ history of the family lines. Behind the statue is two double doors leading to the ball room. Old fashioned and done in red silk for the currents. The room is surrounded by chains and on the floor 4 inch cracks that lead into a straight line towards the throne. Above the ceiling hanging by the chains are bodies and some lacking bodies. Sounds of blood dripping into the cracks seem to echo within the silent home. The blood seems to drain down into the house somehow. Giving the feeling that the house itself might be alive.

Second floor: Rooms for people to sleep in.

Basement: The lab (explain later.

Other things: (later there is a lot.)

Security and History of the House.
Darken Manor’s Home is really a Demon itself. Using human blood to make magical energies. The house is basically organic with a non organic shell. It speaks and only speaks drow and abyssal. It doesn’t bother with common languages.

Magics:

Lava Blast: The mansion has to be near mountains. It sucks the magma from the mountain as the demonic house turns it inside itself. Slowly the magma will form into a solid ball large and concentrated. Using the magma as a form of attack against any who dare come near. Even good to shoot far distances. This is to protect from Siege attacks.

Devour: The house will eat those who come to close. The entire inside of the house is the stomach of the foul beast. The most prized weapon of the Darken family is the living demon that controls the house. What makes the house not turn against the family has been kept a secret for millions of years.

Electro-magnetic orb- A blasting orb that forms around the building. It's a blast that enables any technological weaponry or devices. Meaning phones, detonators, and other variants will not function due to the electrical components are fried.
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Ever since the ritual the house is swarming with undead and demons. The place is crawling with horrors none has ever seen. Some who have walked on the grounds have spoken of people being torn apart by the trees that grow around the manor.

Drider: Driders are drow like beings that are humanoid from the waist and above. Looking like any normal drow with dark skin and pale white hair. Below is the bulbous spider underside with spidery legs to support there odd form. They are chaotic evil creatures and serve the Darken family after the ritual was caste. Groups of three walk around the area. Some groups are lost within the woods.

Half-fiend: These beings are mixed humanoids with demons. When demons would come to the surface and pillage villages and rape there victims. Sometimes they left there evil spawn on the surface or they would bring them down with them to the abyss. Now these abandoned demonic souls now serve as the army of the Darken Family.

Harpy: These cackling humanoids with bird like wings. They have no arms though they have claws at the end of there legs. They circle about the manor some swooping down catching there prey. Flying into the air and tearing it apart their new meal. Sometimes they enjoy picking up victims and dropping them from high areas to watch them splatter and hit the ground.

Hellhounds: Wild demonic dogs that roam about the forest around the Darken Manor. These dogs seem to be normal until you see the flames dancing about there tails and inside there eyes.

Broodswarm: The messengers and eyes of Darken Manor. These little things are nasty looking. Round fat balls of fat with two small horns and a set of wings that patter as fast as they can. Just to keep the fat little bastards in the air. They don’t know very many spells for they are only useful for messaging and watching the areas. They are in groups and usually report to Half-fiend and Drider patrols.

Succubus: The twins. Verna and Muarada. They serve the Darken house but there use is unknown.

Greater Demon Uthumect: Rumored greater demon of Darken Manor.

Are you looking for one other person to RP with? If so, I need to move this to the One-on-One requests, since that's where it belongs.

Hello Valdris,^^ i would like to play your role play. It seems fun and interesting, i would love to play! Send me a pm if i can join^w^

The crowds of demons could be heard cheering below as he started his way from the shadows. Slowly from the shadows he stood above on the highest part of the manor. The balcony looking out among the minions of demons that gathered below. He raised his hand in the air and as soon as he did silence slowly spread out amongst them. He closed his fist as he lowered his hand as he stood there with a sneer on his face.

Opherarin stood now leaning on the banister. His long claw like fingers clenched as his black nails dug into the marble easily. His long white hair went down past his back as it blew lightly in the wind. His skin was pale white as well making his crimson eyes stand out even more. His fangs bared as he brought a sadistic grin to his youthful handsome face. Turning his head side to side as he looked over the mountain side. Movement crawled all over his black armored body as small blue creatures moved about and skittered over his form. These newly formed demons were unknown in the abyss but demons of the Homstead realm. They were the size of small blue birds but Opherarin watched as one started to dig into his flesh and burrow inside him.

His eyes widen as the little creature made a loud screech as it dug itself out from the other side. Eating as it went through him, then continued to crawl up on his shoulder. These new pets continued to screech leaving a slight echo to those who listened below.

"For years you have served Gods that banished you to the depths of Hell. For years you waited to be released a promise broken by the lesser Gods that rule this world. Now a new order shall begin. Demons will rule the surface world. You do not have fear! You do not have a weakness! You are Gods in front of your enemies! All who are faced with your presence will know fear and death.

You will TASTE FLESH AND BATHE IN BLOOD. We will show these imposter's how the world should be ruled. How we show no mercy! I want you to grab those who fight.... if they refuse. Kill them! "

The cheers started the roar once more as they heard there leader speak. The Demons below gathered in the thousands. Some from the portal others that had been around gaia for some time only waiting for the time to reveal themselves. Suddenly as the speech went on lightening cracked as the sky poured rain upon the masses. The dark clouds blocked out the sun as the rain started to pour down. Still the sounds of thunder only heightened the excitement of the crowd.

"PILLAGE, RAPE, MURDER, RECRUIT! IF YOU FIND A DESEER OR THERE KIND KILL THEM. TAKE OUT VILLAGES. WE SHALL RULE AND BE FEARED!"

With that the sudden chittering of the strange creatures became a loud echo as the swarms came from the house. The small blue creatures flew into the air giving the appearance of a large storm cloud. The sounds of the screeching the only warning as the masses of the small demon creatures called the Yacule rained down the mountain. Attacking villages that were close to the Manor. reports that the small creatures dig into the those who are in contact with them. Burrowing into there flesh and eating them from the inside out. Using there bodies as new bodies.

Opherarin would fight against the DeSeers with the parasitic demons. This was the start of the drums of war for him. Now realizing if you want something done right you got to do it yourself.

Valdris slowly crawled out from the darkness with his head bowed down. He felt the gaze Opherarin on him as he went to him.

"They have Sasha I am guessing. When I got to the place she was gone. They also got an air blast on the place."

"You Honestly believe that they would just let her alone? Now she will release the bastard child we will have more problems on your hands."

Valdris cringed at the sound of Opherarin's voice. He knew the God was mad and he was only waiting to be beaten once more like what happned earlier.

"What you wish of-"

"We wait... I sent a little gift to Lady DeSeer. I hope she will enjoy my little pets." Opherarin looked back at Valdris as he started to laugh. Though as he started to laugh Valdris started to worry even more. He didn't want to wait any longer for the chance they might have Eltoas and could harm her.

Valdris woke from the nightmare feeling his claws dig deep into the bed sheets. He wouldn't be surprised if he hollered in his sleep. The nightmare was all too real for him. The memory of the great war against the DeSeer clan. How he lost, his God destroyed, and his beloved Eltoas lost. The memories of the past flooded each night as her face plagued him over and over. He had to accept that she was gone and the once great empire he belonged to was now in shambles.

" I managed to live through the ordeal.. but what the cost? Eltoas is gone and what minions are left only serve out of my lineage. The last of my family and most likely die along with my Clan. Has the blood weaken so much now that we can not exist? The last two who were my apprentices died during the demon trials. Their bodies turned to dust as the souls get devoured in hell." Valdris spoke softly to himself. His head rested in his hands as he sat up.

Valdris stayed in his more humanoid form. His red wild hair and crimson eyes gave the distinct impression that he was no way normal. Nor his obsidian skin that seemed to shine in the moonlight from his window. His teeth sharp and pointed more like a sharks then a mortal. He was deformed into a demon body, changed when he came of age. A half-breed, though no one would dare say it to his face and live.