Ye olde Voting Post
Character: Vergil Sparda.
Series: Devil May Cry.
Age: 19 years old.
Canon: In Devil May Cry, Jesus has been replaced by a demon known as the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda, who's contribution to mankind is not dying for our sins but killing a shitload of demons, kicking the Prince of Darkness's ass all the way back to his home turf, and slamming the door to the human world straight in their faces, lock it up and throw away the key. Unfortunately, this means that most of his own demonic power is sealed within the demon world, which leads to embarrassment some thousand years later when demons eventually start pouring out and kill him and his wife, leaving his twin sons to fend for themselves. This does not go very well.
Vergil is the oldest son, and a far cry from his father's heroic image. More like an ice-cold, aloof and nihilistic drama-queen than a heroic protector, Vergil cares only for obtaining his father's sealed power and will skewer anyone who gets in his way, including his own brother. His worst enemy is his emotional instability: despite eventually obtaining his father's power, Vergil is defeated by his focused and slightly more idealistic brother Dante, whereupon he leaves the human world in disgrace and exiles himself in the demon world.
Unfortunately for him, previously mentioned Prince of Darkness finds and defeats him there, forcing him to spend the rest of his life as a brainwashed puppet.
Sample Post:
So this is what it feels like to lose your last shred of sanity. Like being thrown into a wet, humid swamp-land and have phallic demons crawl up your pants.
Not quite what I expected.
For if this is not the result of my mind caving under the power of Mundus, I don't know what it is. This place is like something out of a medieval tragedy: the fallen warrior finds himself trapped within a prison of his own making, forever haunted by monsters symbolizing his insecurities and failings… a pity I can't remember what tragic memories I associate with an underwear-tree.
The same goes for this entire place. It's disappointing. Are the gorillas supposed to be an insult to my lineage? I would expect more clever barbs than Darwinian puns from someone who's had two milleniums to gather material. If I felt generous I could admit to the walking dead resembling some unfortunate souls who've stood in my way, their spirits having returned from the great beyond to haunt me… but expecting "Wallow in the despair of your innocent and unfortunate victims, oh wicked one" and receiving "Braiiins" did a good job of eliminating that impulse.
If these pathetic illusions are all you can drag from the murky corners of my mind Mundus then you may as well release me! No son of Sparda will stand to be mocked in this fashion, taunted by this second-grade nightmare realm! Do you think there is anything you can do to me at this point but… send me mail?
How quaint. The Dark Lord wishes to indulge in correspondence! Is it perhaps beneath you to face me, failure that I am? Or is it all a game to you, to be played until you grow tired of your new toy? I see your hand and I accept the stakes. I will face your link with… "page after page of hot twincest action" with my head held high and my gaze unwavering, as befits a son of… Sparda… on another son of Sparda.
Twincest is it? Truly, a concept worthy of that most depraved of minds.
A draw, Prince of Darkness. This is nothing but a draw.
Voting went here! Christ. 86 % in. You love me.. you really love me!
Series: Devil May Cry.
Age: 19 years old.
Canon: In Devil May Cry, Jesus has been replaced by a demon known as the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda, who's contribution to mankind is not dying for our sins but killing a shitload of demons, kicking the Prince of Darkness's ass all the way back to his home turf, and slamming the door to the human world straight in their faces, lock it up and throw away the key. Unfortunately, this means that most of his own demonic power is sealed within the demon world, which leads to embarrassment some thousand years later when demons eventually start pouring out and kill him and his wife, leaving his twin sons to fend for themselves. This does not go very well.
Vergil is the oldest son, and a far cry from his father's heroic image. More like an ice-cold, aloof and nihilistic drama-queen than a heroic protector, Vergil cares only for obtaining his father's sealed power and will skewer anyone who gets in his way, including his own brother. His worst enemy is his emotional instability: despite eventually obtaining his father's power, Vergil is defeated by his focused and slightly more idealistic brother Dante, whereupon he leaves the human world in disgrace and exiles himself in the demon world.
Unfortunately for him, previously mentioned Prince of Darkness finds and defeats him there, forcing him to spend the rest of his life as a brainwashed puppet.
Sample Post:
So this is what it feels like to lose your last shred of sanity. Like being thrown into a wet, humid swamp-land and have phallic demons crawl up your pants.
Not quite what I expected.
For if this is not the result of my mind caving under the power of Mundus, I don't know what it is. This place is like something out of a medieval tragedy: the fallen warrior finds himself trapped within a prison of his own making, forever haunted by monsters symbolizing his insecurities and failings… a pity I can't remember what tragic memories I associate with an underwear-tree.
The same goes for this entire place. It's disappointing. Are the gorillas supposed to be an insult to my lineage? I would expect more clever barbs than Darwinian puns from someone who's had two milleniums to gather material. If I felt generous I could admit to the walking dead resembling some unfortunate souls who've stood in my way, their spirits having returned from the great beyond to haunt me… but expecting "Wallow in the despair of your innocent and unfortunate victims, oh wicked one" and receiving "Braiiins" did a good job of eliminating that impulse.
If these pathetic illusions are all you can drag from the murky corners of my mind Mundus then you may as well release me! No son of Sparda will stand to be mocked in this fashion, taunted by this second-grade nightmare realm! Do you think there is anything you can do to me at this point but… send me mail?
How quaint. The Dark Lord wishes to indulge in correspondence! Is it perhaps beneath you to face me, failure that I am? Or is it all a game to you, to be played until you grow tired of your new toy? I see your hand and I accept the stakes. I will face your link with… "page after page of hot twincest action" with my head held high and my gaze unwavering, as befits a son of… Sparda… on another son of Sparda.
Twincest is it? Truly, a concept worthy of that most depraved of minds.
A draw, Prince of Darkness. This is nothing but a draw.
Voting went here! Christ. 86 % in. You love me.. you really love me!