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I'll be using this thread to post solo RPs I do, mostly from lobby. As I have a large number of characters and rps, context will be given at the beginning.

Character: Kirai Hyades
Context: A mysterious man, after speaking with kirai at the ruins of temen-ni-gru, opens a coffin, from which endless hordes of demons spill forth.


•She accelerates, a small dust dervish growing in the center of the ring she skates. Her left hand pulls her goggles down as one leg flips out, catching a trio of demons in a high-speed, spinning kick, breaking their fragile bodies to dust, a tongue of flame following the arc of the kick. She continues the motion, translating the momentum into thrust, moving forward even faster. As she turns, crouching into a sweep that brings six to the ground, she reaches out a hand, catching the scythe that swings down at her, wrenching it, and the Pride's arm, from the demon in a spray of sand. As the arm, too, disintegrates, she swings the scythe out, raking the demons from the ground, neatly bisecting them as she completes her 360° of motion, the scythe slowly taking on a different shape. Its blade and handle lengthen, a wicked curve forming on the blade, a short length of straight at the very tip. The handle, too, twists, becoming more suited for spinning, as a scorpion stinger shaped bulge forms at the end, as through the blade grew naturally from that. It takes on a rusty color, thin black lines spider-webbing across it.•
"Sparda, huh? Always liked that fairytale!"
•She grins, amazed at the ease of her motion, the fluidity of the her fighting only seeming to grow with each slaughtered demon. Her body goes low as she spins again, catching the demon's that had surrounded her, the horde's numbers pressing them close to the girl. Her feet ablaze, she bicycle kicks, flipping into the air, pushing herself into an aerial rotation. Her new-found scythe slashes down, beheading many of her would-be assailants, though the waves and waves of demons kept pouring out. she half-runs, half-skates across the skull-like heads of her enemies, crushing them. As they fall, she reverses her spin, her scythe cutting into them, their bodies falling to dust, though forty more stand in their place.•
"How many of you fuckers /are/ there?!"
•She shouts in fury, her slashes becoming wild, movement just a bit more clumsy. Her breaths come raggedly, tearing at her throat. Slowly but surely, the horde wears her down, the girl falling to one knee, panting. sensing her weakness, they fall upon her, all at once, a pile of violence atop the thin, wiry girl. Pain. Pain like she has never felt before. Agony, filling her body. The absolute delight of combat washed away by wrath born of rage, deep cuts in her flesh, dripping thick blood on the ground.•
"Ghg...this...can't..."
•She shrieks, a soul-piercing cry, carrying her pain, defiance and agony. A burst of razor-red light thrusts the demons from her, as she stands, transmogrified into a hellish state, malachite lightning arcing from her body. Much of her skin has gone dead-black, interrupted by a chestplate-like red chest, the middle jutting out and up, a sort of layered pattern, like bloody silk ribbons woven together. Her lower body seems to have similar coverings around her waist and groin, though these are vertical, and separated slightly by thin black lines. Her stomach has a glowing orange diamond shaped indentation that seems to have cracks around the outer fringes. Her airtreks seem to have fused with her feet, sharp spurs protruding from the back. Scale-like plates cover her shins and thighs. Her goggles seem to be a part of the light pink 'helm', that covers much of her face, sharp spines spiking up. Just below the edge, twin slits of bright emerald shine. Her mouth is lipless, and filled with small, razor sharp teeth. a jagged series of spines runs down her back, ending in a small tail. Three pairs of small, wasp-like wings, nearly reaching her waist, extend from between her shoulders. They twitch as she roars, demons scattering before her as she rushes towards the coffin, roaring as she brings her scythe crashing down, cleaving it in twain. She turns, swinging again, sending a broad swathe of green fire, cutting the demons down like so much wheat, the wind carrying away the dust left behind. She speaks, voice deep and distorted.•
"Fuck...yes..."
•As the last syllable leaves her lips, she collapses, returning to a human state, wounds healed, but body left exhausted.•
 
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