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The Vic Mortiz's of Mi'cux
By: Gazini Date: June 11, 2013, 2:34 pm
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The world of Mi'cux was an interesting planet. This planet was
almost identical to the one we know as earth. The biggest
difference was this world was built on peace, not terror. Many
of kind people lived here; many who would easily help out any
being. The inhabitants of this world were human, but without the
negative feelings that their counter parts would have on earth.
People of earth would call this place heaven. There has never
been war, never a weapon made, never a single sinful thought.
This world of Mi'cux was built on love, peace, and serenity. Why
anyone would want to disturb this planet would dumbfound any
race of aliens, humans, etc.... However, there was one creature
that had no compassion for any life. He was formally the Blood
God of Earth, he renounced his godhood and became something far
worse. Now without the benefit of Blood Kingdom to fill his lust
for blood, he would kill ruthlessly again. Always empty, always
starving, Always tortured. This being only thought of his own
passion of draining the life away from all he touched. He was
known as Donald Vic Mortiz of the Red Fang. He use to be just a
vampire at one point in time, but when he left earth, he became
something far worse. He became true death to this new world.
Most called him the red death, others called him a devil. But
there were few that had predicted his arrival.
The name he was given in the prophecies was "The who brings
pain." When the clerics and bishops grouped together, they would
talk about sending a god of light after him. This, they thought,
would bring Donald to the light and cause him to lose all of his
evil. They thought this would cause Donald to become the
protector of the world. This is what they hoped for at least,
for they had no other way to stop Donald, or for what ever would
come to the world next....
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Donald came to be here.
Donald had finally lost all love for his own family. A feat that
Donald thought impossible. Abigail Hell, the goddess of Darkness
couldn't satisfy his lust, nor his heart. Alabastor had grown to
hate his father for his absence as not only as a dad, but in all
ways possible. Alabastor found Donald and fought him, only to
find what the true power of a Blood God was. What Alabastor
didn't know is that Donald was giving his son knowledge of what
he can truly do with his powers. Donald finally had done his
purpose as a father he thought and turned his back on earth. Now
it was time for Donald to leave, and let his legacy Alabastor
hold the god hood of Blood God, and let Donald completely become
none existent to that world.
It took a few years to release his bonds to the world, but when
Donald felt the power of GodHood leave his veins, his throat
burned from thirst. He became rabid and broke into a nunnery. He
could feel the divine power of the nuns burn his skin as he
drank their virgin blood in the house of their god. He would
keep drinking as his skin went ablaze in a blue flame. Only when
there was the bishop left. Donald stood in front of him, burning
in this holy flame, eyes redder then ever. He smiled and pounced
to the man, only to burst into dust. Donald had finally
died............... or so he thought.
The bishop fell to his knees and prayed for the beast. He
grabbed the dust that Donald had turned into, lifted it above
his head and showered in it. A beam of light exited from a cross
onto the bishop cleansing him of the dust. The floor cleared,
and the blood of the nuns were returned to them. The house of
god completely cleaned out from the destruction of Donald as
this beam of light and wind took the dust to the skies. The
light shot out into the clouds and it began to rain pure water.
The nuns and the bishop all fell to their knees out in the rain
thanking their god. However, no one knew where Donald had been
transported to.
As the dust flew into Space, Donald had been at peace. There was
no thirst in his heart, he was finally resting. The rest felt
like eons of time had passed. When all of a sudden a blinding
fire engulfed him. He was sent to burn in the middle of the
biggest and brightest star. The torment was like nothing anyone
could imagine. Donald's body was returned to him, as he
literally heard God laugh at his pain. Thousands of years went
on with Donald's body burning in the intense light. Donald only
became angrier and angrier. After 5000 years Donald would summon
up a strength that had scared even the omnipotent god of earth.
Donald would completely blacken the brightest star in the
multiverse and cause it to implode into his heart. Donald's eyes
would turn golden as his skin would become pure white. His hair
becoming Silver and flowing with power. His body filled with
this cosmic energy, only to turn the brightest star into the
darkest. Donald finally had what he was missing. A beating
heart.
Donald would now just have to find other planets to devour
completely. His heart not only a black hole, but the one place
No god could look into. The one place that has no way to reach
into. His heart would be known as the darkest place in all the
multiverse. Darker then the abyss, darker then the bottomless
pits of hell. Darker then the inside of black holes. The heart
would pulsate with true hate, with the true dark energy known as
"Moribus." This was to prove that not even divine Light would be
able to even touch his skin. This caused his fangs to become
something far greater then just canines of the deepest torture.
However, they wouldn't be known about till it was time.
Donald had drank whole planets dry, unsatisfied with the tastes
of alien blood. He would have to travel to a far different place
then earth, where all humans were pure. That is when his eyes
drifted to Mi'cux. A world of Humans that knew no sin. The
perfect place to corrupt from any form of God. Donald would land
on its surface genitally. He would start very slow for he would
enjoy this greatly. He would wait to find his first victim until
he was completely starving so he could show them true terror.
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Culture of Mi'Cux- everything is free in this world. It is known
as the Planet of givers and saints. If you wanted a house, they
would help you build your dream house. Etc.
Food is all kosher and very delicious, everyone enjoys a feast
at the town square, as well as having open stores to get food
when ever you are hungry.
The people are always friendly, and would give you their heart
if it meant saving your life.
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Rules of the Rp: Don't post if you haven't been cleared to with
me, I will delete your post no matter what it says.
Enjoy your writing, don't just post because you think it is your
turn. there are no turns. Just make your story what you want it
to be.
If asked to change your post, please do without complaints, This
is to bring darkness to a world of light. Do what ever you want
that makes your story make sense.
No ooc in this post. If you have any questions ask me on FB or
PM me on here.
If you want to join, you must tell me why, and what you want to
do in the story, I have to be able to fit you in to the already
premade story. Some roles are taken, they will come about on
their own.
enjoy =)
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Re: The Vic Mortiz's of Mi'cux
By: Lealah Date: June 12, 2013, 1:02 am
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~The Creation of Azura~
The hatred Alabastor was holding over his father had become too
much for him to deal with. To even think that the same blood
that flowed within his own body flowed within that creature. He
spits on the ground stomping on it in frustration. "I curse you
Donald! You left me and my mother alone! Now she is no longer
with us, you left her broken. Now I will ruin the one thing you
cherished above all else...your bloodline" with that Alabastor
slashes both of his wrists normally this would have let all the
blood flow from Alabastor. But he concentrated on a certain type
of blood from within his body. The VicMortiz blood, the blood he
hated. However something happened that Alabastor didn't expect.
The blood started to form a new life, a woman who had the eyes
of a completely different being. She unlike Alabastor seemed to
be able comprehend the gift of the blood god. "Take this curse
and use it for your own ends, I'll find my own strength. I don't
need his strength I'll make my own" Alabastor walks away.
~Azura~
The woman had been enjoying her life, collecting people she
wanted to own. She had never met the man who gave her this
strength. She'd been told he was an evil man by her creator, but
she doubted this was true. The man had this much power so he
had to be a good person. She smiles and walks forward toward
something that she didn't know. She was being called toward this
place, although she doubted Donald was the one calling her. It
was something far more ancient than the woman had ever met
before. She grins and starts toward the planet where something
ancient and powerful was calling to her.
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Vinne Carpa "city of gold"
By: Gazini Date: June 18, 2013, 1:59 pm
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The Hunger grows; The lust builds; Donald's sanity breaking for
just a drop of blood to touch his tongue. The sun blazing a
crossed his pale skin like lava down a volcano. The vampire
stood in the light to show his dominance over god. Vic Mortiz
would listen to the world's quakes, and cries until he found the
first big civilization. It was a city on this planet called
Mi'Cux, the city of Gold, Vinne Carpa. In this town, the people
were always gathered together to bask in the ambiance of the
sunlight. To feel the energies of each person together, in full
lively bliss. Donald couldn't resist. He would walk through the
town, covered in a robe to hide his wings and claws. His golden
eyes would scan the faces of all the pure-blooded, innocent,
cattle that was called humans here. Donald watched the blood in
each of the peoples veins flow like rivers; making his thirst
almost unbearable. Donald would have to wait to find the royalty
in this town however.
The city clock would strike 12:00 p.m. unleashing a massive
strike to a gong. Donald looked up to see the golden bell shake
back and forth, admiring that the people had pride in their
time. Donald would then notice the gathering of people around
the Clock tower. From under the clock, a balcony stretched out
slowly, and a Man covered in purple and gold walked out. He had
a very define scepter that made Donald curious of who he was to
these people. This would be Donald's moment. However, Vic Mortiz
wouldn't just fly up there like a monster and just kill him. He
wanted a true example. Donald would watch the people completely
stop in what seemed to be marked places; all of them equally
spaced in a grand sphere around the tower. Donald would enjoy
this thoroughly, Shading himself into the shadows and
disappearing completely from sight.
" Good morning fellow followers of Hemus "Their God", Said the
priest. " I have come with good news." The priest smiled real
big and begun to shout in glory, " Hemus has sent us a sign of
great fortune. Last night a commit was sighted falling into our
planet, and a being walked out of it. This is a true sign that
our God is watching over us in person now." The priest paused
and looked over the crowds gleaming faces. " He has told me this
tale in my dreams last night, A great king would come to save us
and take us to paradise." He would go on and on about how this
dream unfolded of the great cometh of the lord.....
Donald appeared again just behind the priest, still in the
shadows, and begun to laugh. He knew this ignorant being was
talking about Donald Vic Mortiz. The Vampire stood there no
longer, he would step out of the shadows with his robes dropped,
showing his darkened armor and cape, hiding his wings and claws
completely still. His golden eyes waiting to meet the priests.
" A great king huh?" Said Donald in the deep Romanian voice of
his.
The priest would turn around to the odd accented person to meet
Donald's gaze. He would smile for he was thrown off by the
golden gaze. He dropped the scepter and bowed before Donald,
lowing his eyes and clasping his hands.
" Lord Hemus...... I had no idea you would be here already. I am
sorry to shade you from your people." He would step to the side
with eyes still lowered. A small bead of sweat dropped from the
tip of the priests nose and made a clonk sound on the ground. He
didn't know what the feeling was, but it was foreign to him when
he saw this 'God'.
Donald would grab the shoulder of the priest and bring him to
his side, smiling. Donald looked down to the people and begun to
spoke.
"My followers........ I have just one thing to tell you all." He
would turn his gaze to the priest and smile deviously. Making
the priest have a cold chill like none other. He would start to
circle the platform and priest before speaking again. " I am no
Hemus, nor a god. I am something that God has no control over."
The vampiric claw scrapped a crossed the priests robes, ripping
them off completely, leaving the priest to look like a peasant
like the rest. " I am what you call........." He would pause as
his cloak began to shift into his wings, showing his true
monstrous wingspan, " A devil." The priest stood there in shock,
not even able to move to see what was behind him.
"A...a..... Devil?" The priest would be looking straight forward
just speaking loud enough for Donald to hear.
Donald would press his chest against the back of the priest, as
he would place one claw just under the priest's chin. he would
look to the crowd and whisper into the ear of the priest.
"You will be the first of many to feel what true fear is. The
feeling of your body burning as every drop of blood leaves you.
You will become my food just like all the vermin down there.
Welcome to darkness."
Donald would wrap his wings around the priests shoulders and
crush him into himself. Then, Donald would bend his head back to
let his fangs shine brightly in the sun, turning the light from
the blazing star crimson. With a mighty thrust down, the crowd
heard the neck of priest snap. The crowd began to scream,
watching the golden eyes of Donald stuck on all of them as he
drained their priest of his blood. The agonizing screams of the
priest would echo through the city completely, only to drop into
dead silence. Donald would laugh in a satanic glee, watching the
humans run to their houses and never looking back. Donald would
fly out of the town with one simple mark.
He had left the priest stuck to the clock. He had been crucified
and marked with the rune of Vic Mortiz. Showing that Donald had
claimed the city in the name of darkness. When the first
villager came out of their home, they would notice the priest
first, and the sun had dimmed on their town. This was just the
opening of what was to come. And thus the rumors about "The Red
Death" had come about.
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Re: The Vic Mortiz's of Mi'cux
By: Lealah Date: June 19, 2013, 12:36 am
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Calmly Azura smirks "So "he" has finally spilled blood...this
makes getting there easier" her crimson eyes glisten against the
night sky as she transports herself to him. The blood that
spilled pooled around in a circular formation as Azura rises
from it. The stench of fear was apparent. She grins before
looking toward him. "You're nothing..." she says looking at the
one who's blood was flowing in her veins.
She walks down the street gently caressing the cheek of the
people. "I don't know what you're doing having all these people
gathered here...but it's pathetic." she lays down in the middle
of the street bored. The one called "Donald" was hardly an
entertaining thing. He was boring, and not good to look at
either. "To think I was considering making you a part of my
collection. Well I'm here now...might as well make the most of
it." with that Azura walks away from Donald. In search of
something worthy of adding to her collection.
She knew she probably angered him, but what did she care. He
wasn't at all good looking, she started to wonder what
Alabastor's mother saw in him. "Maybe he looked gorgeous in his
youth..." this seemed a reasonable thought. So she continued on
her way until she came across a small book store. She knocks the
door down and sits on a table looking around at the worn
bindings on the books. Unlike her "father" Azura preferred to
let people remain unaware of her presence. But since her
"father" wanted things his way. She would allow him to carry on
his spectacle...people who were afraid of their death made
better snacks.
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Re: The Vic Mortiz's of Mi'cux
By: Gazini Date: June 19, 2013, 1:25 am
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Donald smiled and looked to the girl who had so tryingly
insulted him. He noticed his old blood stuck in this woman and
he laughed. " So the girl thinks she is deserving of my
attention just because she has my blood." He spat on the ground
in front of her showing she was lower then him. " Too Cute. Be
sure to ask anyone of my loins how I feel about them." He turned
his back to her and out stretched his wings, flying off leaving
the priest to hang.
[[What happens after this slight meeting has already been
said.]]
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The first feeling.
By: Gazini Date: June 20, 2013, 3:18 pm
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Donald left that city be for sometime before he would return.
The slight meeting of his past bloodline only made him realize
how much purer he was comparatively. The vampire lordship only
belong to himself he realized, and all of his past mistakes made
sure to remind him not to create another. Love, a simple emotion
felt by those who have mercy in their heart would never be apart
of Donald again. His hate for his children only grew, not
because they didn't like them, but they were failed experiments
to his bloodline. He would chuckle to himself slightly, he
wasn't the best bloodgod, since his own blood was tainted by
another. Vic Mortiz would only be a name to himself that
wouldn't mean a thing to others with it's title. He would start
to speak his ancient tongue, a language his children would never
know. It would be translated to this.
"No matter who wears my name, the legend would only speak of
me."
Donald would look at the bright sun as it began to fall. He
loved this part of the day, because it shown that when light
dies down, darkness engulfs the land. The red fang would have to
have more fun in the next town he went to. He felt the need to
kill more people this time, now that word would be out about his
name, he would have to bring the terror to a full town. As he
flew, he wondered to himself if he should kill everyone, or
leave the old to spread the word. His white hair flowing behind
him gracefully as he flew, showing that he has himself seen true
horror. His golden eyes brighter then any star. He would finally
encounter his second village, this one much smaller. This was
perfect.
As Donald landed in the entrance to the town, he would spot 12
guards all around the entrance. He had wondered if he would need
to force himself in, or would they let him in. He walked up,
covering his monstrous features in a cloak again. He would stop
in front of the main arc to stare at the first guard who walked
towards him. This guard looked like a man well in his 30's.
Little rugged and weathered, but definitely a man worth taking
to war. He was accompanied by three other men. When the man
spoke to Donald, He spoke with kindness, which only shown he had
no idea what he was truly doing.
"Hello Kind sir, do you need a place to stay? We have word of a
demon in the area, but who believes in that kind of stuff?" said
the guard. The other three smiled and bowed in respect. Donald
admired this kind of attention for he was true royalty, and
finally felt it for the first time in thousands of years. Vic
mortiz would smile and put his hands on the guard's shoulder who
spoke to him. With a show of his fang, Donald would clasp the
man's shoulders harshly and rip his arms off, throwing them to
the ground. Donald would then act faster then the other men
could even see. One man had his throat torn open from the front.
The third to feel Donald's wrath would have his breastbone
ripped out of his chest; only to have his heart removed before
he knew it. The last had his leg torn off and was beaten to
death with it.
Donald would walk into the town whistling an old Babylonian
tone, before he knew it, his skin would show a decrease in age.
This didn't bother him, he just wondered if it was the amount of
blood restoring his youth, or just his power coming back to him.
He would enter house to house within moments of each other,
screams echoed into the city, people appeared dead before others
could be alerted by the noise. It only took Donald 10 minutes to
drain a town of 1,400 people. He walked to the center of the
town afterwards lining up the bodies to make a perfect "VM"
emblem of his linage. Donald would again fly into the night,
moving to his next town at a far greater pace. He felt like he
used to when he was younger. Something had finally caused him to
have a push in feeding again.
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Re: The Vic Mortiz's of Mi'cux
By: Avinity Ryaem Date: July 6, 2013, 5:28 pm
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The epitome of kindness, purity, and selflessness; an angel
amongst demons sent down to right all of the wrong they have
done. Her kind, her species of blood draining monsters. She,
however, was different. She gave life where others had so freely
and remorselessly taken it. The people herald her as a gift from
Hemus; salvation in it's purest form. Violence was never her
answer; she always sought to do things differently and they
always worked. A pacifist at heart, one who hated death and pain
and suffering. Helena did her best to cure the pain of people
around her. She has become raised to a higher authority and has
become 'Queen' of the people. Clad in all white from her head
down to her sandled feet, Helena moved from her palace to roam
the lower quarters. The people there worshiped her as if she
were a goddess; bringing good fortune and health to all who
would approach in good graces. It revitalized her; made her feel
whole to ease the weariness of the villagers. "Your dark clouds
shall be forever lifted.." She spoke aloud and the people
listened. They rejoiced in her words, kids danced around her
while her stunning Heavenly blue eyes glinted with happiness and
joy to see everyone so cheerful and happy.
"Jenna.." She spoke as she knelled down slightly. Her palms
gracing a cheeks of the little pale skinned girl; the tone
almost as pale as Helena's own. "Where is your mother? Is she
doing any better?" The little girl shook her head and pointed to
the hut a few hundred feet down. "Her neck is still sick, Lady
Helena.." "Hmm.." She thought to herself. Must have been a demon
attack. "I'll help her.." She said with a smile and reassuring
kiss to the girl's forehead. She stood up and traveled to the
hut, the little girl in tow. As she approached, she closed the
door behind her. "Shh. I'll be only a moment, Jenna. Stay out
here.." She instructed the child who obediently listened.
Kneeling beside the sleeping, feverish woman, Helena noticed
that her neck was almost rotted due to infection. Quickly, she
opened her mouth, crystal white fangs shooting from where they
were nestled and quickly injecting into the infected wounds. She
gripped the woman, who howled and screamed in pain; but only for
a minute or two, as the pain quickly gave way to bliss and a
pleasant sleep. "Mmm.." She groaned, licking her lips as she
stood to her feet and headed out the room. "Listen, Jenna. Make
sure she gets plenty of rest and warm soft food. She'll be
better in no time!" She said, kissing Jenna's head and taking
her leave to head back into her palace.
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The End
By: Gazini Date: July 10, 2013, 3:08 pm
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-Donald uses the power he gained from the heart of darkness to
spill the dark energy into the world. With such an energy the
world decays and then dries. Leaving it a rock in space. Donald
stood alone on the rock and punches it. Exploding the rock and
then moving on to the next world and so on.- I will drain the
universe with having no ties. - Donald goes on to destroy the
multiverse one universe at a time, becoming the end of time
incarnate.-
THE END.
Yup seriously just did that in my own story =)
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