VIIth Angel

He wore a fake smile and continued on. Akane had no idea about Sampson's family background. And what his mother had said, he was a "perfect candidate" for possession. He thought of the horrible deeds his possessed family members have done, and what he would do if he followed his family's footsteps. He needed reassurance that that would never happen to him. Even if it meant death."So is there a goal we're trying to accomplish? Or is it just an extermination?" He asked jokingly.

Sampson nodded, following Akane. A demon leaped above them, and Sampson quickly threw a shuriken at it, penetrating it's neck as it fell to the ground.He observed his surroundings, and was awed by his sightings. Aside from the fact that the mansion was demon run, he couldn't help but be amazed by the elegant marble floors, the large spiral staircases, and the large windows."I wouldn't mind living here, if I didn't know Id'd become possessed..." He sighed continuing following AkaneHe paused for a moment. "Hey Akane... If I get possessed... will you put me out of my misery?" He asked. "Will you... Kill me?"

Sampson rolled his eyes."Ugh, fine." Sampson muttered grabbing one of his shurikens and following the girl in.He then asked a question that had been on his mind for a while."Do you have a name, or should I just call you doll?" He whispered jokingly yet still on his guard. He held out his hand. "I'm Sampson, and I'm pleased to meet you."

As stubborn as Sampson was, he wasn't stupid. He immediately unwrapped the bar and consumed it within two seconds. He looked to Soren. Another thing he wasn't was rude. His mother taught him better. "Thanks." Sampson muttered, and looked to the woman as well. "I'm sorry I was uptight. It's instinctual, I didn't survive 16 years by shaking hands with everyone." He looked back to Soren. "Are you sure you wanna do this?" Sampson asked. "By yourself is suicide."

Sampson sighed and put away the poison shuriken into his pouch. He sighed. "Uprising? I hardly believe in such nonsense. Even if there was a group of resistors, it would be pointless for them to do anything against the demons." Sampson rolled his eyes, then looked to the mansion. "I've heard rumors about places like these." He began. "It's basically a human manufacturer base. Demons capture humans, and if they see them as worthy, posses them. Everyone else is tortured and put under manual labor." He glanced away from the mansion and briefly closed his eyes. "I should've noticed it earlier. I don't know why I kept waking towards it. Am I really that hungry and thirst-" He immediately paused and looked down. He didn't want to let the others know his weak condition, but then realized that if they didn't already notice it, they had to have been blind anyways. He looked away from the others out of stubbornness.

Sampson lowered his shuriken, though still held it in his hand. "Fine, I'll believe you. I don't suppose you could tell me where I am-" He noticed another figure approaching them and raised his shuriken. "Is this a friend of yours?" He asked the woman, now pointing his shuriken at the approaching character.

He looked at her hand as if at any moment it would turn into deadly tentacles. It had been a while since Sampson socialized with anyone other than his mother. Being constant travelers it was necessary to cut off all bonds. They had at one point been traveling with another family, and that was then he had met a girl his age at the time. Unfortunately, a pack of demons had ransacked the camp one night, and Sampson and his mother slipped out safely into the night. What became of the little girl was uncertain, but he did remember hearing piercing screams before they left. Sampson looked to the woman. "Are you a demon?" He said uneasily. "Answer me!" He honestly didn't know what he'd do even if she wasn't a demon, in his state most likely not much, but he was always taught to trust no one.

Sampson was floating in midair, in a seemless white abyss. "Either I'm on one hell of a trip," He joked. "Or I've finally kicked the bucket." "You're not dying yet," A familiar female voice replied. "Not while I can help it." While Sampson saw no one, he felt a presence stroke his forehead in a south repetitive motion, something only one person in the would knew would calm him down. "Are you... Is this..." He tried to formulate sentences but was unsuccessful. The voice finished his question. "Is this a dream? Perhaps. But ask yourself this: Is it that impossible hour a heaven to exist, when demons run amuck on earth as we speak?" Sampson had no answer for this. He sighed and closed his eyes. The voice then seemed concerned. "You wish you were dead? But why?" The voice asked. Sampson thought about what might happen now that he might live. He might end up like his father. And that terrified him. As if the voice could read his thoughts, it began again. "It's true. Your fathers family were perfect candidates for possession, both in political power, and physical attributes. And because of this much of your family have become powerful demons, second only to Lucifer himself." The presence stroked his forehead again. "But you must not give in to your fears. Whether this is truly the place all souls come to rest, or simply a dream, you and I both know you aren't going to die. Not today. You are destined for great things, be it wonderful, or horrible in it's nature. But I know we'll see each other again, do don't you worry." Familiar pains began to return to him. However painful they were it was signs he would continue living. He could feel his existence in this white abyss he was resting in fade, and his existence I'm reality returning yet again. "I love you... mom." He said weakly, before his vision of this pain faded completely, and he was back outside the mansion Sampson slowly opened his eyes and noticed a woman standing above him. Instinctively he somersaulted away from her and pulled out a poison shuriken from the pouch he wore on his back. "What do you want!?" He asked forcefully. He fell to his knees again. Sampson may have still been alive, but he was also very malnourished and weak. He awaited a reply, pointing the poison tip of the shuriken at her.

I'm glad I was your first . Haha well if lots of people sign up I'd be willing to bring my characters back

"I've gotta keep going... I can't stop..." Sampson mumbled as he continued down a sidewalk pavement. It had been about three days since he'd last eaten, and he ran out of water just yesterday. Sampson knew it was a matter of time before he collapsed. But at all costs he had to keep moving for as long as possible. Sampson saw that he was approaching a large building with bright lights. A ware house? No, it seemed more extravagant. He was always told by his mother that constantly moving was important. Sampson's father had died because they had stayed in one place for too long. Though he had his suspicions something else had become of him... Just like his other family members. He was approaching the lit up building faster than he expected. (Why would anyone allow themselves to be this noticeable?) Sampson thought. (I could see them a mile a way. They're going to get themselves killed. Unless...) He now realized the bright structure was a large mansion, and from it he could hear loud voices. He had been told by his mother once before that they had lived in a lap of luxury before this had happened. She described the places they used to live at, and this mansion was everything he had imagined it would look like. (They should have been found out by now, why are they still unharmed?) He thought still approaching the mansion. He was beginning to feel his legs give out. His vision started to blur. (Could someone have finally found peace, a blind spot, that they don't know about yet? A place that allows someone to be this reckless and go unnoticed?) Sampson had finally arrived at the gates to the mansion, and could no longer hold his weight. He fell, grabbing onto the fencing. Sampson then heard those voices becoming clearer. (Wait, those voices... They sound like screams. This place, it isn't run by humans...) His arms soon gave out as well, and he fell to the ground. Everything began to become numb for him. (I have to get out of here... I can't get caught... I can't... Get... Possessed.) Sampson fell unconscious, right outside the mansion, something he had tried to avoid for the longest time, a situation that would probably make his mother roll around in the quick unkempt grave Sampson had made for his mother before he continued his journey, as if nothing had happened. Sampson was told by his mother as she was letting go and passing away, that he had needed to stay strong until he couldn't move anymore. This must have been that time.

No it's fine I'm not mad, you can go ahead and use it, just make sure I get credit pweez

I still wanna make a character for this but I gotta know if you wanna do that ghost character. You in?

You know, I'm not mad that you "borrowed" (let's use that) my original idea for this rp, I am however a little upset that you had the audacity to say sometime else originally created this. You literally used every idea I had for the first rp, even the description of the atmosphere. I'm not angry, I would just like credit where credit is due, my proof that this is literally my idea every bit of it, here's the link to the original http://kh13.com/forum/topic/36643-hantai-soku-opposite-soul-rp/?fromsearch=1 PS: It's Hantai Soku, Japanese for opposite soul.

Henry tilted his head. "You mean you don't know? Supposedly you're a mixture of all the races. I don't know how that happened though, your family must have gotten around..." He said as he danced around Rave.

Henry knocked on the side of the entryway to signify his appearance before walking into the room Keys and Rave were in. "So the mutt is a keeper?" Henry asked bluntly, looking up to Rave as he was taller than Henry. He smiled. "I'd be more than happy to answer your questions as well, just fire away!" He assured Rave.

Henry leaned on Lucifer's throne again and sighed. "I thought you should know I killed an entire army of humans. Well, I had some help, but that's not important." He said, kicking a rock. "We really must do something about them, they are such parasites, don't you think Lucifer?" As if he had ADHD, Henry immediately changed the subject. "So, there anything I can do for you? Want me to watch the mutt or something?" He asked referring to Rave.

Ooh I'll sign up tomorrow after school

Henry yawned. "Well, it seems I should report the events that have occurred to Lucifer." He closed his eyes and concentrated on the underworld. When he opened them, he began to dissipate, from the bottom up. "I'll be seeing you all." Henry said waving. "You've all quenched my thirst for fun, and if there's anything you need me for, just call my name and I will hear you." And with that he was gone. He appeared beside Lucifer, and leaned on his throne. Lucifer may not have liked it when he did that, but being his trusted assassin and spy he knew that he was one of the few that were allowed to. "Hello Lucifer, long time no see." Henry said bluntly, as if not asking a question. Henry looked to Rave, then to Ryu "Oh hey Ryu, whatcha got here?" Henry asked leaning down to Rave.

(How old am I?) Henry thought about the question. (I lost count so long ago, yet another worthless label... I suppose the answer is older than you) He thought to himself, but decided not to voice the answer. He looked to Rin, awaiting to hear his answer. He was curious as to why he was being followed by Rin in the first place. "Yes, what do you want from me anyways?" He reiterated.

"Trust me. I'm not in the mood to fight as of right now, Can't anyone realize all I am right now is bored?" Henry asked her. (Until Lucifer gives me orders, I don't have much to do,) He thought to himself. "I simply wish to watch the chaos, and occasionally join in whenever I wish, but that meany face over there," He pointed to Rin. "Doesn't seem to understand that." He hid behind Asuka when Toguchi held his dagger. "You too? Tell them to stop bullying me!" He told Asuka in a childish manner.

Henry sighed, "We'll play another time I guess..." He said disappointingly. He started to yawn. "I'm a bit tired from the last slaughter, can't we take a nap first?" He looked to the side and noticed Asuka and Toguchi. (More elves? I wonder if they want to play...) He approached them with speed and grace. "Hasn't anyone told you eavesdropping is rude?" Henry asked playfully.

Name: Sampson Karoe Age: 16 Gender: Male Appearance: Personality: Calm, collected, but very jumpy and frightened when near demons. Tries not to form bonds so as to save himself the trouble of pain and heartbreak, Side: Uprising Bio: Due to Sampson's family background of being very wealthy and powerful, when the demons came they were among the first to be possessed. The ones that resisted the possession were murdered on the spot. His mother and father were the only ones to have escaped. They had strategically eluded the demons for four years, until the birth of Sampson. Because they were stationed in one place longer than usual because of the birth, one of the demons had finally gotten to his father. His father resisted long enough for his mother to take Sampson and escape. 16 years have passed since then, and his mother has recently passed away due to bad health, All alone, Sampson, now terrefied of demons and sure that he is prone to eventually get possessed due to his family name, wanders aimlessly trying to find peace and quiet.. Weapon: Poison shurikens Theme:

Henry immediately paused his laughing and wore his usual blank expression again. His instantaneous mood swings were a strange quirk to his character, yet an important asset to his job. He began to speak after some silence. "So many questions, young elf. Let's play a game. You ask me questions, and I'll ask you some. we can choose to skip the answers on three questions, then after that, you must answer them all." He smiled slightly. He started to answer Rin's questions. "I'm a servant of Lucifer, if you must know. I go by Henry for those that require to put a name on everything, although I don't like to put labels on things, it takes away from the mystery of it all, don't you think?" He paused again as if to wait for a reply, then began again. "Why did I kill the humans? Because I wanted to." He answered bluntly. "I was bored, and Lucifer has not yet given me a task to fulfill, so I figured it as a way to, 'kill some time' if you will." His maniacal laughter returned, one that instilled fear in all that could hear. After quieting down, he looked to Rin again. "My turn. Who are you? Oh, and, what do you want with me?" (This elf is keeping my interest, I love it.) Henry thought to himself.

Henry eventually began to slow down, though not because he was tired. After finally slowing to a halt, he slowly turned around, revealing his blank expression. It slowly turned into a big smile, however, which resulted in maniacal laughter. "What do you want, elf?" Henry asked comically.

Henry looked at the contract information. "What an interesting species, humans are. I'll certainly remember you, Xavier." He placed the information into his left pocket. He quickly glanced behind him in the direction of Rin, though unable to see him. He began to walk, first at a slow place, then picking up speed turning it into a sprint. (I don't know who that is,) Henry thought. (but he's not getting to me without a struggle.)