Leader App?

Byond Key: King Destroyer
Discord: ℝ𝕖|𝕧|𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖#7066
Character Name: N/A Yet

Faction Role:
This faction wants a country and land that is removed from the United World Government and under rules made through a government made between the group. The whole of the group has been hurt by the UWG or is just poor without much use from them. The people who joined are usually reminded of the ways of the world before the UWG. A time when war was happening. but the different places had their unique living status. They understand that committing to chaos is not the way to achieve peace. They, also, do believe that the government has done some good for different countries. Overall, they feel their place is not within the UWG and need to find a new living space outside of it.

The group is filled with strong people who were either kicked from the army or used up by the army. Born poor, escaped genetic mutations, born into it, refugees, fugitives, etc. To make ends meet, they find themselves using their skills to kill government officials, take out other groups, do dirty work that no one else wants to do, even take assassinations. The group is ruthless to outsiders, but they will treat others like family whenever they are inside.

Traitors are hunted relentlessly and killed, undying loyalty for this group is needed to be amongst the top. Strength is not the only thing they value.



Example RP:
"Your mother called you Sammael because you were her little angel, you were always so beautiful despite what we were. Your mother loved you so much, it was always sweet to see her hold you. It was always so sweet to see how she looked at you."

Thudding blows begin to land on an object, the sound of flesh being hit repeatedly echoing in the halls. The grunt of an older male punching something that sounded like a slab of meat. The lights reflected into the eyes of the male who had his hands chained above his head. The male with his hands above his head was brutalized. His body had the most scars, but the wounds were closed so he did not bleed out. His face stayed mostly clean until the shots he just had taken now. Hands tied in a chain with scribbles of archaic text in it used to hold back spirits of ancient power.

A grunt again as a blow landed in the solar plexus of the male, blood mixed with drool dribbled down his lips. His legs were too limp to hold himself up. The chained male would be swinging around like a punching bag just barely seeming to be holding. The older gentlemen once more pulled back slamming a fist into the face of the male.

"I always hated how she looked at you. It was the same way she looked at me, it made me weak. So I had to kill her, you understand right, son? You fell for her same ploy, it made you weak. It made you stupid. Stupid enough to think waltzing in here was a good idea like you can take me out? You thought you could come here and punish me? Beat me?"

No reply was given from the dazed man in chains, but another blow was delivered. The older male pulled his suit down, fixing it slightly. Walking to one of the guards who was around grabbing a cloth from them, wiping off his fist. Once the blood of his son was cleansed from his skin, he began looking around the room. He would give one command to the group.

"Finish it."

Leaving out of the room, the chained male would be lifted from the ground. Two of the guards approached pulling out swords going to cut the boss' son in half. They did not notice the subtle glow from the eye of the chained male. He was playing them all taking in the punches like he was truly injured. He still fought him and they would need to do more than beat him to take that away from him. Once they were in range to swing their swords his body would flip towards the sky making the blades miss. He swung down to the side kicking one into the other pushing the swords into the abdomen of one. His feet landed on the shoulders of the impaled male, kicking his arm up and delivering another kick into the sword's pommel. This would launch the sword into another guard who was preparing to try to stop him.

The male would see the third guard would have lost his sword, he would move his body to the side. The legs of the male would wrap around the neck guard. He started climbing up the chain making it a quarter ways up with a tight grip on the neck of the male. Letting go of his grip of the chain which would force them both down, this stop instantly snapped the neck of the guard. This downward force on the chains also happened to dislocate both his wrist causing him to slip free from the chains. He landed on the ground slamming his ribs and body into the floor roughly. Slowly getting up from the ground using his elbows groaning loudly. The male made it to his feet stumbling towards a body. He gripped one of the keys with his teeth placing it in his mouth. Another bite gripped down on a sword handle before lifting it, he prepared for a fight.

A primal rage keeps the male going as guards begin to fill the hallways. The male would use the walls as springs leaping to cut off heads. Slicing through stomachs, using his arms to mitigate damage from blunt weapons. This is to not say he is completely not taking damage getting scars from the weapons who catch him in his blind rage. They are not deadly but build up as he makes his way through the warehouse finally making it to the end.

Bodies and parts of them are strewn all around as the male makes it to the exit dropping the sword from his mouth. Using his lips to hold the key so he could open the door, the male burst out seeing the male who was abusing him. Softly, the male turned to the creature and would let out a sigh.

"My beautiful, Sammael. Surprising, you still have this much fight? This is why you are my son, come, see if you can beat me."

Sammael let out a roar before charging towards his father, the wrist could not be used to through a punch. His feet immediately dug into the dirt as his body spun. The right leg of Sammael came like an overhead right from the body of Sammael. It was powerful enough to knock his father's guard downward. The male quickly backpedaled while Sammael continued to throw kicks. These kicks were furious were still not enough, his father would grip one of the legs of Sammael. The male would sweep Sammael's leg before falling in with a flying punch. Sammael let out a loud gasp before his arms went around his father's neck.

A primal scream of rage as he started to squeeze down on this grip. His father would pull back slamming his fist into the side of Sammael with laughs escaping his mouth. This forced Sammael to release the grip with his dad immediately getting up. He flipped his son to his stomach before kicking him in the side across the concrete. Sammael got up slowly with blood dripping from his mouth, his dad gave him no true time to recover. He immediately got in his face starting to throw rights and lefts into the face of his son. He was going to beat the anger out of his son. Sammael would be going backward with each strike while his father laughed. The purple light leaves the eyes of the male with the mind of the boy going blank.

"You could probably stick up with me in a fight if you let go of those weak emotions your mother gave you. Do you think love makes you human? Do you think this world cares? We are creatures of human destruction, if you became that like you were supposed to be then you would not be weak like your mother! The reason I killed her so easily, I shall ruin what we had so I can forget her too! I will no longer be soft on you boy!"

The demon continued punching until a purple aura flashed around Sammael as his eyes lit up. The words echoed through his head as he dodged one of the punches leaning to the left. His foot came up slamming into the side of his father's face wrapping around his arm. His head immediately rose slamming into the back of his head into his dad's on the other side. The offspring of a demon turned sweeping the leg of his father floating him in the air for a moment as he turned, throwing a thrust kick into his father's face. It sent him spinning away from the boy while he started to stalk him.

His guards immediately caught the male knowing that the group was about to fight. His father put his hand up wiping blood from his mouth starting to chuckle slightly again.

"No, we leave. He lives for a bit longer showing off he can have that edge. Even if it is through means of something so weak as love. Let's go, summon us out."

Sammael charged blindly in when one of the guards opened a book rapidly flipping through it and disappearing into nothing but air. The monster continued jumping out of the warehouse into the street. The demon continued running through the streets before crashing into a woman. He turned before they caught his shoulder looking to ask him if they needed help. Though, before she could fully get this out he turned to try and take her down.

Immediately blows landed and the male went down.

"And....that is how...I woke up here. With all these bandages and injuries."

Sammael would turn to her with his eyes down, he seemed to disapprove of his actions. He was not saying anything while just thinking and looking at his bandaged injuries. The woman would nod her head smiling at him as she placed a hand on his shoulder. She would pat it softly to reassure him of himself.

"Well, you owe your father one, Sammael. You have to kill him and repay me for helping you. So, how about friends."

Sammael smiled back before it dropped slightly.

"Wait, I never got your name."

The woman started to take his items from the bed to clean up the things used to sterilize and stitch his injuries.