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Dec 04, 2013 10:43AM
Just wondering, would you like the cult leader to be human or another species?
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I honestly don't mind, if you think the cult leader being supernatural would be better for the plot then sure. I think it would be better, because it would make more sense.
Haha, yeah, I always like supernatural the best. Do you have any ideas of what species you'd like the cult leader to be, or shall I just choose?
Name: Mola Ram.
Age: Immortal.
Gender: Male.
Species: Demon.
History: Unknown, shrouded in mystery to everyone but him, and he likes to keep it that way.
Personality: Mola Ram is evil, twisted, sick, murderous, cruel, sadistic, and has a dark sense of humor. His kinder, gentler side is a side he rarely shows, but it can be brought out. He becomes loyal and protective to anyone that's dear to him. It's unheard of that he even has a good side, and it would shock and stun anyone to learn that about him.
Appearance:
http://hardtickettohomevideo.files.wo...
http://www.indianajoneshistory.com/in...
http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736...
Other: He is the leader of a twisted cult group down in the catacombs underneath his castle. Besides English, he can speak his native language The Black Tongue, Egyptian, Latin, Greek, German, and Italian. He also finds learning new languages to be interesting.
Age: Immortal.
Gender: Male.
Species: Demon.
History: Unknown, shrouded in mystery to everyone but him, and he likes to keep it that way.
Personality: Mola Ram is evil, twisted, sick, murderous, cruel, sadistic, and has a dark sense of humor. His kinder, gentler side is a side he rarely shows, but it can be brought out. He becomes loyal and protective to anyone that's dear to him. It's unheard of that he even has a good side, and it would shock and stun anyone to learn that about him.
Appearance:
http://hardtickettohomevideo.files.wo...
http://www.indianajoneshistory.com/in...
http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736...
Other: He is the leader of a twisted cult group down in the catacombs underneath his castle. Besides English, he can speak his native language The Black Tongue, Egyptian, Latin, Greek, German, and Italian. He also finds learning new languages to be interesting.
Cool, id just like to ask what time period is this in?
Name: Anita Safor Age: 25 (is that age okay?)
Gender: Female
Species: Human
History: Anita has had a normal child hood and upbringing, until she turned 10. Both her parents died in a car accident, then after that it was constant fostering and going in and out of different orphanages. Once Anita reached the age of 18 she was allowed to do as she wanted, she bought herself an apartment by the money that was left over by her parents.
She now works as a physiologist.
Personality: Anita is always very optimistic, kind and caring. She is gentle to people and is always understanding. She is brave, loving, smart and charming. But she has a dark and angry side to her, after her parents died she was always angry at the world and whatever god there seemed to be.
Appearance:
Anita has long, one length black hair that she parts in the middle. She has a tan complexion that isn't too dark but quite light skinned. Her jaw structure and cheek bones are obvious and creates a beautiful effect on her face.
She has honey brown eyes and straight eyebrows which creates an innocent illusion.
Her lips are plump and naturally pink.
She is 5ft6 and has a petite yet curvy body shape.
((Couldn't find a decent image))
Great! Would you like to start?
((Sure.))
Night was falling. Mola Ram was looking out the window in his castle. It was time for another ceremony. He gathered all his followers, ordering them in his native language, the Black Tongue, for them to go down into the catacombs underneath his house. He followed them down there, pushing open a secret door in the wall and going down a dark, rocky passageway.
Night was falling. Mola Ram was looking out the window in his castle. It was time for another ceremony. He gathered all his followers, ordering them in his native language, the Black Tongue, for them to go down into the catacombs underneath his house. He followed them down there, pushing open a secret door in the wall and going down a dark, rocky passageway.
Anita had had a long day at work, sitting through paper work and listening to other people's problems. She walked along the nearly deserted street and night had fallen quickly, she wrapped herself up in her coat tightly. She hoped the cold wouldn't get to her too much. Anita looked around at every street corner, tonight she felt like she wanted to get home as soon as possible. She stuck her headphones in and let the world around her crumple.
Once they all were down in the large room where their monstrous-looking god of stone stood, they arranged themselves in their usual places and positions. But Mola Ram couldn't find a sacrifice for their god, and he needed one. So he sent a few of his men out to find a victim. Soon they found Anita in the distance, deciding they would use her. They started slowly inching their way towards her, creeping up behind her.
Anita felt cold. Not just because of the weather but because she felt something was wrong.
And she was right. Because as soon as she pulled out her headphones, someone grabbed her. They put their hand over her mouth and smothered her with a cloth, they also had their arms around her so her thrashing would do no good.
Before she knew it her body was limp and her mind was blank, she had fainted.
About a half hour later, they had set her down on a smooth rock and dressed her in a pretty, black dress while she was unconscious. The men that had captured her stood over her, waiting for her to wake up. Mola Ram had been notified of this, and he was darkly pleased. He was in the bedroom he had down in the catacombs, putting his horned headpiece on. He was already dressed in long robes and dark necklaces that had different sorts of teeth and bones and tiny skulls, for that was his usual attire. He didn't dress like modern people. Not to mention, he was a demon, and he liked to be different. His red eyes glowed with twisted anticipation.
Anita felt the rush around her and felt as if she was not in safe place. When she slowly awakened she saw she was not at all safe, instead she was dressed in a black gown and was tied to a rock. She looked down at herself and gave a worried look, she looked around and shouted," Where am I? Somebody answer me!". Instead she saw people on the side, but they were in the shadows, waiting for something. Something that Anita didnt understand, something or someone.
When they saw that she was awake, the men that had captured her came forward and picked her up off the rock, holding her by her arms, after they had untied her. They dragged her into the huge room where their god was. In the middle of the room, the rocky floor was open, and deep down, there was red glowing, signaling that there was fire down in the depths, lava, to be exact.
But there was also one thing. Mola Ram had been lucky enough to find not only her as a sacrifice, but he had found another person as well that was a man, very soon after she had been captured. As the men that were holding Anita stood where they were, waiting and observing, two other men came out, dragging out the man that was the other victim. They locked him to a device that was made specifically for lowering people into the fiery pit. Dark, ominous chanting and vocalizing and drums were going on continuously as all this was happening.
Then as the man stood chained, Mola Ram came out, slowly and ominously. He slowly walked up to the chained man, his demon eyes cold and yet sickly pleased. Then he began to speak in his gruff and slightly deep voice, chanting in the Black Tongue. Then his hand, which had slightly long fingernails that he referred to as claws, came up, and the tips of his fingers rested over the man's chest. Then he forced his hand right into the man's chest, penetrating through the skin. The man screamed in pain. When Mola Ram's hand came back out again, he was holding the heart of the victim in his hand. And impossibly, the man was still alive. And there was a small, sick smile on the face of Mola Ram, and at that moment, he looked straight at Anita. Then he looked back over at the man, watching his minions start to lower him into the pit. The man was screaming and trying to get out of his bonds. The chanting got more and more ominous and louder the closer the victim got to the fires below. And the closer the victim got, the more the heart that Mola Ram was holding up in the air was starting to smoke. Mola Ram was chanting as this was happening. But when the fires consumed the man, the heart that Mola Ram held burst into flames, and Mola Ram burst into delighted, twisted, maniacal cackling.
But there was also one thing. Mola Ram had been lucky enough to find not only her as a sacrifice, but he had found another person as well that was a man, very soon after she had been captured. As the men that were holding Anita stood where they were, waiting and observing, two other men came out, dragging out the man that was the other victim. They locked him to a device that was made specifically for lowering people into the fiery pit. Dark, ominous chanting and vocalizing and drums were going on continuously as all this was happening.
Then as the man stood chained, Mola Ram came out, slowly and ominously. He slowly walked up to the chained man, his demon eyes cold and yet sickly pleased. Then he began to speak in his gruff and slightly deep voice, chanting in the Black Tongue. Then his hand, which had slightly long fingernails that he referred to as claws, came up, and the tips of his fingers rested over the man's chest. Then he forced his hand right into the man's chest, penetrating through the skin. The man screamed in pain. When Mola Ram's hand came back out again, he was holding the heart of the victim in his hand. And impossibly, the man was still alive. And there was a small, sick smile on the face of Mola Ram, and at that moment, he looked straight at Anita. Then he looked back over at the man, watching his minions start to lower him into the pit. The man was screaming and trying to get out of his bonds. The chanting got more and more ominous and louder the closer the victim got to the fires below. And the closer the victim got, the more the heart that Mola Ram was holding up in the air was starting to smoke. Mola Ram was chanting as this was happening. But when the fires consumed the man, the heart that Mola Ram held burst into flames, and Mola Ram burst into delighted, twisted, maniacal cackling.
Anita was bonded by two men, they each held her hand as she looked to their god or worshiper as if he was right in doing any of this. Worry spread across her face as she saw the sick look that their worshiper was giving them. She saw another victim. A man that looked young and strong, she made slight eye contact with the man and he gave her a reassuring yet sad smile. Anita knew then that both of them would not make it out alive. She didn't know what was going on, what satisfaction this gave any of the people of this worship.
Instead she realised that they were sick, horrible beings that found sacrifice sufficient.
Her eyes widened, her heart beat faster and she felt herself panicking even more. The worshiper had just taken the mans heart out of his chest, but the man still lived. She looked away, shutting her eyes and trying to make herself believe that this was not real.
Something like this couldn't be happening.
She looked back as the man in the caged bonding was lowered into the red pit, she sad the heart in the worshipers hand become faster and eventually crumble. How was that possible? What did these people possess?
She felt a shiver go down her spin as the worshiper looked at her, she felt her all of her strength fly out of her like it was a soul.
"Don't do this! What sick people are you!?", she screamed, shouting and thrashing," Let me go!"
Mola Ram then came up to her, walking slowly, methodically, and ominously. He looked down at her, feeling sick pleasure go through him at her fear. The small, sick, pleased smile came again as he reached up with his hand and brushed it lightly over her cheek, like he was caressing an animal before killing it. Then he ordered the men holding her in the Black Tongue to take her to the device that lowered people in the pit. They did, and they chained her to it.
Anita had never felt such fear in her life, but then she thought: why should she fear these simple minded beings? They thought a sacrifice was a justice and that it would fulfil their needs. She pulled away from his hand as he touched her cheek softly, she didn't want to be touched by him. When they had bonded her to the machine she looked down at the pit, she started to smirk and eventually she started to laugh wickedly," You think this is a sacrifice? How shameful of you all".
Mola Ram slowly wandered up to her, ready to perform the same thing on her as he did to the man, ready to give her the same fate. His expression did not waver as his piercing, red eyes looked down into hers. "You don't know our god very well," he said. "What makes you think you can escape us? You are a mere human."
"And you are mere fools that think they know the worship of their own god!", she shouted angrily. She scowled at him and leaned forward even though her hands were bound to the cage. Who did he think he was? He could take her life, but she wouldn't go without a fight.
"Foolish mortal, you know nothing about the worship of Kalima. You know nothing of what he commands. You don't even realize what he could do to you if he was to show himself now." Mola Ram's eyes blazed with coldness.
Anita scowled even more, she looked down an the worshiper and replied venomously," Then hurry up and do it, I'm done talking you and your foolishness!". She then spat in his face, why not? She was about to die anyway. She looked away from him, aside to whatever seemed to catch her eye.
Mola Ram closed his eyes very briefly as she spat in his face. A low growl rumbled in his throat before he said, "And what if I don't kill you? What would you do?" He then smiled sadistically and then told the men in the Black Tongue to release her.
Anita looked to the worshiper and her face was filled with confusion, release her? That was ridiculo- But suddenly she realised that her hands and legs were no longer bound to the cage, she looked back up at the worshiper and asked simply," Why?".
Mola Ram uttered not a word as the men dragged her out and away from the machine and out of the room, with Mola Ram following them and ordering the men in the Black Tongue. The men threw her into a small room with candles on the walls.
Anita was being dragged around like she had no legs to walk, she was dropped to the floor in a small room with dim lit candles. Anita made a face and placed her hands on the floor," What are you going to do to me?!", she shouted angrily.
Mola Ram slowly came in after the men had thrown her in. "You will become my slave," he said definitely. "My own personal slave. Anything I tell you, you will do. If not, there will be consequences."
Anita's eyes started to water, not because she was scared but because she was angry with everything. She looked to him and clenched he jaw," Id rather you kill me instead".
