Elfen High 2 (OOC 3, Closed)

[Nightkill the Emperor]

The nutty bits of this rp make it fun.

Oh, of course. I'll just inevitably need a break from them after the next arc.

I think this is why I'm trying to make it a conclusion of sorts next arc too.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Now, I will request criticism- Crowley's growing character development and backstory.

Opinions now?

[Mavorpen]

Then Kyoko screams, "MAKE SURE YOU USE PROTECTION GUYS!"

[Nationstatelandsville]

Now, I will request criticism- Crowley's growing character development and backstory.

Opinions now?

It feels off.

Nor does it fit any time period in human history.

[Olthar]

Crowley's growing character development ...

Good.

... and backstory.

Could use a bit more of it.

[Ende]

Now, I will request criticism- Crowley's growing character development and backstory.

Opinions now?

I approve of both.

Leave his backstory a bit ambiguous, though.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Now, I will request criticism- Crowley's growing character development and backstory.

Opinions now?

It feels off.

Nor does it fit any time period in human history.

In sheer honesty, none of the backstory in general does. There may be an IC reason for this.

[Nationstatelandsville]

It feels off.

Nor does it fit any time period in human history.

In sheer honesty, none of the backstory in general does. There may be an IC reason for this.

Which is your way of saying "I do not give a single fuck".

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Crowley's growing character development ...

Good.

... and backstory.

Could use a bit more of it.

I'm leaving it a bit ambiguous because he's still Crowley, a mysterious guy. But more is certainly coming.

Because I love writing those oneshots.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

In sheer honesty, none of the backstory in general does. There may be an IC reason for this.

Which is your way of saying "I do not give a single fuck".

You know me so well.

[Nationstatelandsville]

Which is your way of saying "I do not give a single fuck".

You know me so well.

I'm pretty sure you've mentioned the Fae War happening during the caveman days before.

And then, suddenly, it was in ancient Egypt, with writing and language and people who would most certainly have records of it in 2020.

I don't like that, to be honest, it was really jarring.

[Olthar]

Good.


Could use a bit more of it.

I'm leaving it a bit ambiguous because he's still Crowley, a mysterious guy. But more is certainly coming.

Because I love writing those oneshots.

Honestly, I think at this point, there's really no point in keeping him mysterious anymore as he, for the most part, really isn't. We've been through a lot with him, and we've seen a lot of his personality and development. Sure, there are plot-based things that are, and must, remain a mystery, but we still pretty much know just who he is. Thus, there's not much purpose in continuing to hide who he was.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

You know me so well.

I'm pretty sure you've mentioned the Fae War happening during the caveman days before.

And then, suddenly, it was in ancient Egypt, with writing and language and people who would most certainly have records of it in 2020.

I don't like that, to be honest, it was really jarring.

I'll probably find a way to handle the backstory. I already have a few ideas.

[Nude East Ireland]

The Demon sighed. He straightened his armor, and grabbed his sword from its place on the wall, above the fireplace. He turned to his wife, and frowned. "Wife," he said solemnly. "I may never return. But our people need me. We fight for freedom. We fight to keep our lands safe from the damned." The Wife nodded, and kissed the Demon's cheek. She cried a little. "I love you," she said. He sighed. "I love you as well."

He left his shack, joining into a line of soldiers, as they marched through the slums. The distant sounds of bullets and magical blasts could be heard. The Demon kept marching on, sword tightly gripped. He would fight for his people, and for his land; for his wife, and young child. And that thought allowed him to fight.

---

The walls had been breached; it was chaos. An Angel stood, shouting orders to his soldiers. The Demon looked into the distance; he saw his brothers and sisters, in arms. They charged forward, ready to kill him. He drew his sword from its sheathe, and he charged forward with his fellow soldiers. As they ran through mud and puddles, over the bodies of their friends and loved ones. And then the two forces met. The Demon hacked down soldier after soldier, killing his own men. He let out a scream of rage, as he slashed through the skin and bone of his enemies. He felt warm blood splash onto his face and chest, onto his arms, and he felt like his sword was an extension of his own arm. And he killed everyone that crossed his path.

---

When the fighting had calmed, he was told to move through the wall to fight against other forces. He hacked down an enemy Demon. "Why have you served evil?" The Demon asked, as he beheaded his opponent. He sighed. His Wife must have been worried. But he would return home; he would return to his love and they would be happy, forever.

Until it hit him; literally, something hit him. And he fell, tumbling onto the ground. He looked up, as a man approached. The man was unmistakable in appearance; it was the one called Crowley - the wizard. He was the enemy. He was what the Demon was fighting against. And he was the one who would kill the Demon. And in his last moments, the Demon whispered of his love for his wife and child, the two things that mattered most. He would never see them again.

[Nationstatelandsville]

I'm leaving it a bit ambiguous because he's still Crowley, a mysterious guy. But more is certainly coming.

Because I love writing those oneshots.

Honestly, I think at this point, there's really no point in keeping him mysterious anymore as he, for the most part, really isn't. We've been through a lot with him, and we've seen a lot of his personality and development. Sure, there are plot-based things that are, and must, remain a mystery, but we still pretty much know just who he is. Thus, there's not much purpose in continuing to hide who he was.

More importantly, don't create a backstory for a completely different character.

"Oh no, my first love died! Better rape minors and do drugs!"

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I'm leaving it a bit ambiguous because he's still Crowley, a mysterious guy. But more is certainly coming.

Because I love writing those oneshots.

Honestly, I think at this point, there's really no point in keeping him mysterious anymore as he, for the most part, really isn't. We've been through a lot with him, and we've seen a lot of his personality and development. Sure, there are plot-based things that are, and must, remain a mystery, but we still pretty much know just who he is. Thus, there's not much purpose in continuing to hide who he was.

Eh, you'll learn a lot about our Mr. Crowley in the final battle of this arc.

[Constaniana]

You know me so well.

I'm pretty sure you've mentioned the Fae War happening during the caveman days before.

And then, suddenly, it was in ancient Egypt, with writing and language and people who would most certainly have records of it in 2020.

I don't like that, to be honest, it was really jarring.

It could be that the records of it were destroyed somehow, or just incorporated in Egyptian mythology.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

The Demon sighed. He straightened his armor, and grabbed his sword from its place on the wall, above the fireplace. He turned to his wife, and frowned. "Wife," he said solemnly. "I may never return. But our people need me. We fight for freedom. We fight to keep our lands safe from the damned." The Wife nodded, and kissed the Demon's cheek. She cried a little. "I love you," she said. He sighed. "I love you as well."

He left his shack, joining into a line of soldiers, as they marched through the slums. The distant sounds of bullets and magical blasts could be heard. The Demon kept marching on, sword tightly gripped. He would fight for his people, and for his land; for his wife, and young child. And that thought allowed him to fight.

---

The walls had been breached; it was chaos. An Angel stood, shouting orders to his soldiers. The Demon looked into the distance; he saw his brothers and sisters, in arms. They charged forward, ready to kill him. He drew his sword from its sheathe, and he charged forward with his fellow soldiers. As they ran through mud and puddles, over the bodies of their friends and loved ones. And then the two forces met. The Demon hacked down soldier after soldier, killing his own men. He let out a scream of rage, as he slashed through the skin and bone of his enemies. He felt warm blood splash onto his face and chest, onto his arms, and he felt like his sword was an extension of his own arm. And he killed everyone that crossed his path.

---

When the fighting had calmed, he was told to move through the wall to fight against other forces. He hacked down an enemy Demon. "Why have you served evil?" The Demon asked, as he beheaded his opponent. He sighed. His Wife must have been worried. But he would return home; he would return to his love and they would be happy, forever.

Until it hit him; literally, something hit him. And he fell, tumbling onto the ground. He looked up, as a man approached. The man was unmistakable in appearance; it was the one called Crowley - the wizard. He was the enemy. He was what the Demon was fighting against. And he was the one who would kill the Demon. And in his last moments, the Demon whispered of his love for his wife and child, the two things that mattered most. He would never see them again.

For ordinary demons, Crowley and Lewis must be unspeakable forces of evil.

[Nationstatelandsville]

I'm pretty sure you've mentioned the Fae War happening during the caveman days before.

And then, suddenly, it was in ancient Egypt, with writing and language and people who would most certainly have records of it in 2020.

I don't like that, to be honest, it was really jarring.

It could be that the records of it were destroyed somehow, or just incorporated in Egyptian mythology.

Because the most important event in human history is just, you know, forgotten by advanced civilizations.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

Honestly, I think at this point, there's really no point in keeping him mysterious anymore as he, for the most part, really isn't. We've been through a lot with him, and we've seen a lot of his personality and development. Sure, there are plot-based things that are, and must, remain a mystery, but we still pretty much know just who he is. Thus, there's not much purpose in continuing to hide who he was.

More importantly, don't create a backstory for a completely different character.

"Oh no, my first love died! Better rape minors and do drugs!"

He's an old, old guy. And his mentor was Loki.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

It could be that the records of it were destroyed somehow, or just incorporated in Egyptian mythology.

Because the most important event in human history is just, you know, forgotten by advanced civilizations.

I've already figured out a way to deal with the situation.

[Ende]

Honestly, I think at this point, there's really no point in keeping him mysterious anymore as he, for the most part, really isn't. We've been through a lot with him, and we've seen a lot of his personality and development. Sure, there are plot-based things that are, and must, remain a mystery, but we still pretty much know just who he is. Thus, there's not much purpose in continuing to hide who he was.

More importantly, don't create a backstory for a completely different character.

"Oh no, my first love died! Better rape minors and do drugs!"

Give or take a few hundred years and the correct circumstances, and, yes, that makes sense.

[Nightkill the Emperor]

I have deemed NEI's oneshot suitable for the third post.

[Nationstatelandsville]

More importantly, don't create a backstory for a completely different character.

"Oh no, my first love died! Better rape minors and do drugs!"

He's an old, old guy. And his mentor was Loki.

"I'm old now.

Better rape minors and do drugs!"

The Demon sighed. He straightened his armor, and grabbed his sword from its place on the wall, above the fireplace. He turned to his wife, and frowned. "Wife," he said solemnly. "I may never return. But our people need me. We fight for freedom. We fight to keep our lands safe from the damned." The Wife nodded, and kissed the Demon's cheek. She cried a little. "I love you," she said. He sighed. "I love you as well."

He left his shack, joining into a line of soldiers, as they marched through the slums. The distant sounds of bullets and magical blasts could be heard. The Demon kept marching on, sword tightly gripped. He would fight for his people, and for his land; for his wife, and young child. And that thought allowed him to fight.

---

The walls had been breached; it was chaos. An Angel stood, shouting orders to his soldiers. The Demon looked into the distance; he saw his brothers and sisters, in arms. They charged forward, ready to kill him. He drew his sword from its sheathe, and he charged forward with his fellow soldiers. As they ran through mud and puddles, over the bodies of their friends and loved ones. And then the two forces met. The Demon hacked down soldier after soldier, killing his own men. He let out a scream of rage, as he slashed through the skin and bone of his enemies. He felt warm blood splash onto his face and chest, onto his arms, and he felt like his sword was an extension of his own arm. And he killed everyone that crossed his path.

---

When the fighting had calmed, he was told to move through the wall to fight against other forces. He hacked down an enemy Demon. "Why have you served evil?" The Demon asked, as he beheaded his opponent. He sighed. His Wife must have been worried. But he would return home; he would return to his love and they would be happy, forever.

Until it hit him; literally, something hit him. And he fell, tumbling onto the ground. He looked up, as a man approached. The man was unmistakable in appearance; it was the one called Crowley - the wizard. He was the enemy. He was what the Demon was fighting against. And he was the one who would kill the Demon. And in his last moments, the Demon whispered of his love for his wife and child, the two things that mattered most. He would never see them again.

For ordinary demons, Crowley and Lewis must be unspeakable forces of evil.

However, bearing in mind what we've seen of Azazel's demons (such as Laz), he should be a lot more excited about killing things and give zero shits about dying.

More importantly, don't create a backstory for a completely different character.

"Oh no, my first love died! Better rape minors and do drugs!"

Give or take a few hundred years and the correct circumstances, and, yes, that makes sense.

...How? In any way, how?

I would understand if he showed any hint of being vaguely like Crowley before, but it's like his entire personality curled up and died.

[Nude East Ireland]

More importantly, don't create a backstory for a completely different character.

"Oh no, my first love died! Better rape minors and do drugs!"

Give or take a few hundred years and the correct circumstances, and, yes, that makes sense.

He's called Crowley by Loki. Which means it must be after 1910, or whenever Crowley took the name from Anton's grandfather.

Also, it's mentioned at (I believe) the beginning of Arc 2 that Crowley has two slave boys that appear at whim, and he's had them for hundreds of years.