Post by Izaya Orihara on Mar 21, 2012 13:39:15 GMT -5
((Hey, just registering Izaya's first NPC!))
I ran through the streets, sword slung across my shoulder, the sling that my arm rested in restricting my movement, but not slowing me down any more than I was used to. The buildings shifted and twisted and cracked and the demons sprang from the ground to eat a mouthful of steel. My blue eyes roamed the area, looking for the boss. I had to cut through and get out, or I would be late, and that would be a bad thing.
How did I get here?
How did this all work again?
It all started with a Crossing, and a debt.
The Crossing caused my little problem with my arm. The debt caused my direct involvement here.
Maybe I should back up.
About six months ago, I got pulled into a Crossing. In the heat of battle, something snapped; I learned that I wasn't entirely human when my arm twisted into something demonic... and never changed back.
That's when I started looking for the truth. My real parents. I'm an orphan; never gave much thought to where I came from until now. I always knew I wasn't totally normal - being born with snow white hair and pale eyes tends to tip you off - but it didn't mean much to me.
I learned about this guy, they say he knows everything. He gets to boss me around for a while, send me on jobs, and then he tells me everything he can dig up on my family. Only I keep managing to find myself falling deeper and deeper into debt, owing him more and more time.
I'm starting to wonder if I'll ever get out.
I needed to get to the warehouse. If I was late, my other boss would have my head.
I sighed.
"Izaya," I growled under my breath, "someday, I'm going to kill you."
Izaya is the name of my shady, demonic employer.
Me? Who am I?
The name's Nero...
((So, yeah, there you have it. Nero's abilities are pretty much exactly the same as they are in DMC4, mostly pertaining to the Devil Bringer's capabilities. He does carry his sword and gun, whose names I can't remember at the moment.))
I ran through the streets, sword slung across my shoulder, the sling that my arm rested in restricting my movement, but not slowing me down any more than I was used to. The buildings shifted and twisted and cracked and the demons sprang from the ground to eat a mouthful of steel. My blue eyes roamed the area, looking for the boss. I had to cut through and get out, or I would be late, and that would be a bad thing.
How did I get here?
How did this all work again?
It all started with a Crossing, and a debt.
The Crossing caused my little problem with my arm. The debt caused my direct involvement here.
Maybe I should back up.
About six months ago, I got pulled into a Crossing. In the heat of battle, something snapped; I learned that I wasn't entirely human when my arm twisted into something demonic... and never changed back.
That's when I started looking for the truth. My real parents. I'm an orphan; never gave much thought to where I came from until now. I always knew I wasn't totally normal - being born with snow white hair and pale eyes tends to tip you off - but it didn't mean much to me.
I learned about this guy, they say he knows everything. He gets to boss me around for a while, send me on jobs, and then he tells me everything he can dig up on my family. Only I keep managing to find myself falling deeper and deeper into debt, owing him more and more time.
I'm starting to wonder if I'll ever get out.
I needed to get to the warehouse. If I was late, my other boss would have my head.
I sighed.
"Izaya," I growled under my breath, "someday, I'm going to kill you."
Izaya is the name of my shady, demonic employer.
Me? Who am I?
The name's Nero...
((So, yeah, there you have it. Nero's abilities are pretty much exactly the same as they are in DMC4, mostly pertaining to the Devil Bringer's capabilities. He does carry his sword and gun, whose names I can't remember at the moment.))
