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(Your form still needs wayyy more detail to be accepted)
(And a host is the human that a demon is possessing, so you'd put the name of the demon possessing your character in that part of the form if your character is human, and vise versa)

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Updated again xD

@Gary

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The problems began with the itching. At first, it was only a small spot on the side of Finch's arm, gradually spreading to a subtle rash along his right side. It wasn't that bad, to be honest, but when the rashes faded away, leaving behind small cracks and slits on his skin, that's where things started to go wrong. Most of the crack went away, with time, but the largest few widened into somewhat noticeable lines on his skin, appearing almost like tattoos. It was quite a surprise when one of the slits on his arm opened, revealing a black, gaping mouth, lined with sharp teeth. Finch had discovered, after almost having a stress-induced heart-attack, that the mouth would seal itself back up after eating, allowing itself to be bound in bandages to avoid other humans from noticing. At first, Finch though he was merely having a bad dream, a nightmare, but it wasn't long until he began to hear a small echo of a voice in his head, often substituting for a feeling or urge instead.

Finch quickened up his pace as he walked to the corner store, picking out a couple candy bars and dropping them on the checkout counter, paying for his purchases and slipping into the restroom, locking himself in one of the stalls as he unraveled the bandages around his right arm. The feeling of hunger intensified as his arm, a mess of tooth and jaw, was uncovered, prompting a wince from the unprepared human. He unwrapped the candy bars, unceremoniously dropping them into the unnatural mouths that had formed from his flesh. He gave a sigh of relief as they sealed themselves shut, allowing him to rewrap the strips of cloth around his arm. Finch doubted he would ever get used to this, especially since the feeling of anticipation grew as he exited the restroom stall, taking a moment to splash a bit of cold water on his face.

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Name: Larenti
Species: Demon
Age: Old as, well, really old
Gender: Agender
Host/Demon: ( I would like to partner up if not then Nadya)
Appearance: Larenti is tall, standing at 195cm (6' 4''), and well build. Their skin is grey and their long hair is only few shades darker. Their eyes stand out most on them with their red glow. Their ears are wolf-like just as his teeth. They have a tail and pair of furry wings as dark as their hair ending in dark blue tips. Their skin is mostly smooth and without scars, only thing are white tattoos on it. They have one that's sign for lust(his main sin), one with wolf grinning like cheshire cat and one of his flesh ripping apart(that one is hidden under clothes).
Personality: They like to prey on people's emotions and make them do what they would most like to do but are unsure because it's illegal or goes against person's morals. They have almost no morals and likes to do things against the human law. They get most excited when he gets to kill but he does it only in body of their host and if host wants it. They are no more than nagging voice in some people's minds but to some they are strong enough to appear as hallucination. They also enjoy running away from problems when things get messy and leaving host to handle it themselves.
Relationships/History: (will be rped)
Other: He can't run from his sins forever.
Questions/Concerns:


Name: Nadya Jamison
Species: Human
Age: 24
Gender: Demigirl
Host/Demon: (Larenti if no one wants to partner up)
Appearance: With shoulder long blonde hair, blue eyes and high of only 152 cm (5' 0'' ) she looks really fragile and innocent, but she trained different material arts what gives her some muscle.
Personality: She is a very useful and kind person, who enjoys helping other people. She also seems to be somewhat shy and doesn't know how to react in certain situations. However, her desire to perform good acts partly stems from a desire to gain honor through them. She seems to want this honor and glory because of her dark past.
Relationships/History: (will be rped)
Other: She can sin if she wants to.
Questions/Concerns:

Sean: //he eventually tucked his bag of snacks away into his pocket as he continued walking. He had some sort of weird feeling as he approached the corner store. Sean peered into its windows and decided to step in. His eyes sharpened as he felt the presence of his unsuspected host nearby/ Thats really weird...//he grumbled while wandering around trying not to act suspicious in any way. He walked over to the restroom and without hesitation kicked the door so forcefully it flew off of its hinges. Sean stood there a moment before putting his foot down and stepping in, and giving Finch a cold, dead, demon stare. His glare was intimidating while his pastel goth attire wasn't as much so.

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(@Viki Accepted)

Finch jumped in surprise as the restroom door was kicked off of it's hinges, (How did that even work, it was a push door,) toppling onto his rear and scrabbling backwards in shock. "W-what the heck?!" He exclaimed, terribly uneasy as an unnatural feeling of panic -or perhaps it was anger?- began bubbling in his chest. He winced as the mouths under his bandages began to become impatient, clutching his arm as he pushed into the wall farthest from the door. "Dude, what's your problem!?" He half-shouted, panic and confusion evident on his face as he realized that one of the mouths on his right arm had managed to bite through the bandages, teeth sticking out from shredded binds.

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Sean: //he stepped closer to Finch, his gait moving in long strides. Sean refused to move his gaze off of him as he moved closer with a disgusting sharp-toothed grin/ Well would ya look at that //he said crouching in front of his host/ I didn't even possess you and somehow I did, huh? So what's it feel like kid? Being possessed and all //he chuckled moving in closer to Finch's personal bubble, his sharp eyes wide with amusement. So close in fact their noses were nearly touching. Sean had no sense of personal space since he had a tendency to hijack other human bodies and such. His devilish grin was wide and ever so wicked. He truly found this situation interesting.

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Finch was very, very unnerved by the demon's action, a fact personified by the action of his arm-mouths tearing through the shreds of fabric hiding them. At the word "possessed," Finch was no longer thinking logically, something confirmed by possibly the stupidest decision he had made in his life. He punched the demon in the face, putting all his force into a left hook that allowed the panicked mortal to scramble to his feet and dash out of the corner store and down the street. His fearful escape, however, was interrupted by his crashing into a girl walking in the opposite direction, towards the store. In just a few moments, he was sprawled on the ground, limbs tangled with the girl's.

"O-oh my goodness I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going and-" He was cut of by the girl offering him a hand up, having apparently pushed herself to her feet, stormy blue-gray eyes bewildered but relieved. "It's fine, you kinda helped me out a bit there." Lilith said with a smile, wholly relieved to be in control of her body again. Finch smiled and took her hand, easily pulled to his feet by the small girl. He opened his mouth in thanks before he realized that he was supposed to be running from the demon that had approached him in the corner store's restroom. "O-oh crap, I need to go, like right now. I can't explain it but-" He paused, an expression of muted horror crossing his face as he noticed the girl's surprised gaze looking over his arm. Her mouth made a little "o" of understanding, before her eyes raised to meet his, and she grabbed his left hand, dragging him into the nearest alley after her. "Not sure if this will fool whatever's chasing you, but, well, it never hurts to try." She said, voice soft, as she tugged him behind her, pressing his back against the brick wall.

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Connor Rose walked down to the corner store near where they lived. They were tapping on the side of their jeans nervously. Something was wrong with them, but Connor Rose didn't want to believe what all the evidence pointed to. They slightly lifted up the sleeve on their jacket, and could see the pulsating burn marks running up their arms. They quickly pulled their sleeve back down, and quickened their pace. They hoped when they got to the store, they wouldn't have another bout of uncontrollable anger. Despite usually being a peaceful person, Connor Rose had destroyed almost every breakable object in their apartment after getting upset over something miniscule. They quickened their pace to the corner store, and saw two people bump into each other on the other side of the street. Then there was that disgusting voice once more.

Wasn't that the person that made a strange face at you? d'yavola zver' whispered eerily into Connor Rose's ear, Let's go kill them! They felt a pull to go attack both people over there. Their body was physically turned, and the marks on their arms burned as if their skin was on fire. Go, GO! she shouted louder into their ear.

"No..." They said softly. Connor Rose lifted their foot to walk, or rather run, across the street, but stopped and just stared at the people over there. They watched the two go into an alley, and crossed the street to see what was going on. They stepped next to the alleyway, resisting the urge to just go in and attack whomever they were.

(Is this literate enough? Or should I try and be more descriptive?)

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(I think that's literate enough, but maybe just stick to referring to Connor by his first name)

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(Yells
Sorry for posting late rip))

Seong-Jin yawned loudly, stumbling a little as she walked. She rubbed her eyes tiredly as she moved down the street, smudging her makeup and nearly falling down again during the process. She'd stayed awake nearly all night studying about different types of Indonesian ghosts, and by the time she had decided to stop for the night, it turned out to already be dawn. She looked up in time to see some guy crash into the girl who'd been walking a bit ahead of her, and watched sluggishly as said girl pull the guy into a nearby alleyway. She stood there for a few minutes as she tried to understand what just happened before her phone started vibrating and she pulled it out to check it. "Oh God- I forgot I took over Charlie's shift today!" She exclaimed, nearly dropping her phone. She rushed forward, all her previous sluggishness forgotten as she ran.

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Larenti was sitting on top of roof waiting for their host to appear. They already know where their host will be so now they just had to wait. And of course they were extremely annoyed at world in front of them. Nothing happened. It was normal day for humans and demons alike. Their eyes scanned crowd again and ears were listening for sounds. They were surprised when on other side of house two people that were someone's hosts collapsed together. 'Something fun. At least.' They turned around and watched humans walk in alley. There was another human girl that looked like she saw everything and was confused. ''Well this really is interesting.'' They muttered to themselves watching situation further develop. They could also sense one of their own kind running after one of hosts.

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Nadya spent some time walking down the street, she was going from her apartment to one of shooting classes. She was in really good mood because she woke up early and finished e-mail she sent to her friend from highschool that went away from town. She was right now in mood for coffee and there was one of cafes she really liked to visit. It was her decision to get coffee before going to shooting class. She would get there too early, anyway.

For her it was one of normal days, she woke up, did morning routine and put on some clothes. She was wearing ripped black jeans and oversized beige sweater. Smile was on her lips and her hair was loose.

Lilith looked down at Finch, her eyes flickering over the messy bandages around his right arm, several sharp teeth poking out. "Would you maybe like some help with that?" She asked, eyebrow raised curiously. Finch replied with a mumbled "Yeah, thank you," and she crouched down to his eye level. "So," Lilith began, unwinding his bandages, "you never told me what you were running from." Finch looked up at her with a somewhat perplexed expression, before he looked down once again. "Well, he had light blue hair, and, well, very pastel clothes? I didn't really get a good look at him, I was too busy running." He said with a sheepish look.

Lilith stifled a small laugh, the giggle dying in her throat when she got a good look at his arm, bare and perhaps a bit horrifying. "Woah, are those mouths?" She mumbled under her breath, brows knitting as she reached out to touch his arm, surprised when the slits of flesh recoiled, squeezing themselves shut. "Woah what the heck," Finch inturrupted. "Those things even try to bite me! Why are they going away now?" He grumbled. "I dunno, maybe they can tell just how awesome I am just by being by me." Lilith shrugged, rewrapping Finch's arm.

"I don't think we ever made formal introductions, by the way. I'm Lilith, nice to meet you." She said, offering a handshake. "I'm Finch." The young man replied, shaking Lilith's hand and pulling himself to his feet. "We should probably get out of here. Don't know if or when your pursuer might decide to come chasing after you, after all." He replied with a sharp nod, offering no resistance as the short girl led him through a maze of alleys.

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