Doubtless you've heard the story of Adam and Eve. Don't believe everything you hear; the real first woman was called Lilith, and she was given to Adam, but she refused him. Cast aside by God himself, she created the Legion of Darkness, a gathering of unholy creatures to serve as an army against God. Soon after, Lilith disappeared from the lands. Everyone knows what happened: she was simply obliterated from existence. The Imperatrix of the Mages, Dasha Katin, survived her, and has vowed to continue Lilith's work in growing an army so dark, so strong, and so magnificent, that God will be forced to step down...
Depending on your race, your powers will increase according to your rank.
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Ryan won the Best RP contest with the following entry.
Dear Lucrezia, Lucrezia....god, I love the sound of your name. Im repeating it to myself as I type this up on my laptop. I have a picture of you as my desktop wallpaper. In all the pictures I found, you were wearing clothes so I had to photoshop it a little. Ive been wanting to meet you for so long, so Im doing my best to get into the Legion. Im going to be a mage, Ive learned some pretty impressive stuff. So far I can make quarters dissapear and put torn up pieces of paper back together. Actually, I just hide a second piece of folded up paper in my palm and stuff the torn up bits down my sleeve. Im pretty ninja about it so I dont think Dasha will notice. Ive phoned up the Legion Real Estate company to find out how much it will cost to buy our first home. I was a bit confused because they kept asking about my "post count," whatever that is. Anyway, I thought it would be best to buy a large property with several bedrooms so we wont have to move again when we have our first child. Speaking of children, I show my children pictures of you everyday and Ive taught them to call you mommy. I cant wait for you to meet them, Im sure you'll love them like they're your own. Anyway, I hope to see you soon my love. Ryan. P.S. Please find enclosed a picture of myself. P.P.S. And no, it isn't photoshopped. Ryan won the Best RP contest with the following entry.
Duncan Duncan approached the Inferno Club with a mounting sense of anticipation, it had been too long since he had been to a gig. As he arrived, his eyes widened in suprise as he read the posters outside. "Lacuna Coil - live here tonight!" Cristina Scabbia, here in the Legion? I always thought she was too good looking to be human. Duncan nodded towards the doorman as he entered the club. It was early, but the dance floor was already packed with people dancing to the efforts of the support band. Approaching the bar, Duncan ordered a double Jack Daniels as he waited for the set to finnish. Taking a slow but deep sip of his drink, he cast his eyes over the crowd of people in the club. He saw no one he recognised, but he didnt mind being here on his own. As he heard the round of applause signalling the end of the bands performance, the lycan drained the remainder of his drink and headed into the throng. He was fortunate to find a moderate amount of space close to the stage. A smile crossed his face as he saw the main act come onto the stage. Their entrance was greeted by an almost thunderous round of cheering. Duncans smile then spread futher across his face as he caught Cristinas' gaze. As the eye contact lingered for a few moments, she absent mindedly began adjusting the mike that was set into the stand. A few more seconds passed before Duncan looked away and across the sea of heads that surrounded him. The cheering erupted again as the band broke into the first song of the night. Some of the fans began headbanging violently, while others simply punched the air in time with the rythmn of the intro. As Cristina entered the chorus, Duncan could've swore he that he saw a set of fangs as her lips parted. Well I'll be damned. He shook his head incredulously before going back to dancing along to the pulsating music. "Everywhere I go, I am spellbound, I will break the spell you put on me." If Duncan would have took his eyes off the stage for a moment, he might've noticed the female Ccubi attempting to dance with him. She persevered until the song was close to finishing before giving up to find herself some weaker willed prey. Duncan joined in with the applause as the song came to a close. As a small measure of silence descended, his attention was caught by some commotion near the bar. Peering over the crowd, he saw his friend Sebastian arguing with a shapeshifter. Letting out a disgruntled sigh, he went to see what the problem was. Im gonna kill that demon one of these days. Pushing through the crowd, he made his way to the bar. "What the hells going on Seb?" The Lycan growled. "This moron is giving me grief cos his girl is hitting on me." Sebastian replied. "Thats bullshit, I saw you...." the shifter didnt have a chance to finish his sentence. "Listen," Duncan shouted back, cutting him off. "I dont give a fuck what happened. Take your woman home, or I will." Incensed, the shifter opened his mouth to speak, but then decided against it as Duncan let out an animal like growl. Looking back at Sebastian, he glared at his girlfriend as he turned to leave. "Come on, we're going." "Ha, as if I'd go anywere near her." Sebastian scoffed before knocking back a shot of vodka. "I wouldnt put anything past you Seb." Duncan responded, not looking too impressed. "Come on, Im getting you out of here before you start anymore trouble." Sebastian shrugged as he set his empty glass down on the bar. "I was getting bored anyway." Before Leaving, Duncan turned to look towards the stage briefly. Shaking his head, he calls to his friend behind him. "Seb, you owe me big time for this." Perry won the WTF picture contest with the following entry.
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Logan
You're an idiot, Greed sulked. Logan ignored him. His palms were sweating, and he was trying to rub the slickness off on his dark-wash jeans. It wasn't working; the sweat kept pouring out of his pores.
Logan didn't get nervous for shit. He was too old to be cowed by some crowd, most likely full of losers whose opinion he wouldn't value anyway. But it wasn't the audience that made him skittish, or the stage itself.
It was the damn song he picked. He was having second thoughts about it.
After all, it was extremely uncharacteristic of the Logan Avaritian that had made his snarky presence known in Queen Lilith's realm some months ago. Seemed like Lucifer's little visit to him had had more of an effect on his psyche than he'd been willing to let on.
No, you're just a pansy idiot. I thought power would make you cooler, Greed retorted. But Greed's vitriol had less power over him now. That was one good side effect of being powerful -- even the Sins had to respect it.
"Logan?" the mic'ed guy with the clipboard piped up, looking around the gathered crowd of pasty-faced singers backstage. Logan sighed and raised two fingers in acknowledgement. "Great. You're on in two."
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. ... I need a drink.
Logan picked up the black acoustic guitar he'd recently acquired for himself. It had already been tuned, so he had nothing to fiddle with. He strummed at it half-heartedly, his ice-blue eyes thoughtful. Can I still pull this off? Convincingly?
When he was announced, Logan felt bile rise in his throat threateningly. He swallowed it back, cracked his neck a couple of times, and strode onstage.
Shit, that crowd IS big, he mused idly as he cast his eyes over it. His hair was loose tonight, having lost the fetter for it on his way here. Its silver-white length tumbled into his arrogantly aristocratic face and feathered over his collarbone. The black work shirt he wore over his muscular torso was unbuttoned to the second button. His hand convulsed around the neck of the guitar as he reached for the stool near the back of the stage and brought it to the mic.
"Hey," he said wryly into the mic, his low voice like a rumble of thunder when amplified by the speakers. He arranged himself and his acoustic on the seat and strummed experimentally.
His eyes raised to the crowd again, and his lips quirked in a self-deprecating smile. Then he began to strum the first quiet bars of the song.
Here goeth my downfall, he thought with a silent, mirthless laugh.
Only love Can make it rain The way the beach is kissed by the sea. Only love Can make it rain Like the sweat of lovers' Laying in the fields...
He paused before the chorus, hearing his rough-edged tenor fade. His expression held more conviction, now that he'd actually bit the bullet and started fucking singing.
His voice rose as he launched into the chorus, strumming with vigor.
Only love Can bring the rain That makes you yearn to the sky. Only love Can bring the rain That falls like tears from on high.
He sang the refrain again, his eyes shut as his voice soared over the notes, gaining force and timbre as his confidence level rose. His muscled arm strummed almost viciously, his whole body straining with exertion and... yeah, emotion.
On the dry and dusty road The nights we spend apart alone I need to get back home to cool, cool rain. The nights are hot and black as ink I can't sleep and I lay and I think Oh God, I need a drink of cool, cool rain...
Logan tilted his head towards the guitar as he performed the short solo, his expression one of rapt concentration. His shining hair fell into his face, partly obscuring from view, until he tossed his head back and raised his partly-agonized, partly-exultant face to the microphone again to sing the final chorus.
His voice cracked as it faded. He'd expended every bit of energy and emotion he had in him to sing the tune as convincingly as possible. As his body sagged over the guitar momentarily before he dragged himself to his feet, he thought, Now I know what it feels like to be a lamb in a den of wolves...
As he trudged offstage, his guitar held limply in one shaking hand, he looked up from under his curtain of hair and saw one face among the gathered throng of waiting contestants. She gazed at him with wide amethyst eyes, as if she were looking straight into his soul...
Legends of the Legion
In every culture, there are those who stand out, are idolized by children, are splashed on every magazine, are talked about on the news, and are flocked by the media. The reasons vary, but in this realm, it’s because they tip the power scale. Whether you fear them, idolize them, or hate them, they can eliminate your existence with out so much as blinking.
Dasha Katin. This small Russian Mage became the leader of the Legion after the tragic loss of Lilith. Everyone’s fate lies at her feet.
Ella De’Lure. The Demonic Empress, the embodiment of Lust and second in command of the Legion, she answers to no one but Dasha.
Dmitri Katin. The twin brother of Dasha, Dmitri leads the Shapeshifters, a race that people consider the rats of the Legion. He’s slowly changing the way the world views the shifters, as well as their relationship with Lycans.
Logan Iritian. The Demonic Emperor and embodiment of Wrath, he’s a force to be reckoned with. No one really knows how he came into power, but everyone respects it.
Raze Former Lycan, Raze grew up in Bucherest, Romania before coming to the Legion. After his first experience with death, it was a fateful meeting with the Shapeshifter Dmitri that brought about his second. Falling under the superior strength of the Shifter, Raze was then chosen to join the ranks of the Asgardians in Valhalla. After the ( brief ) death of the Asgardian Leader Freyr, Raze was then chosen to take his place in Asgard. While working to mend the rift between his race and the Sirens, Raze endeavors to lead the Asgardians with honour and wisdom.
