hellsend

Yeah, sorry for disappearing and not coming back like I said I would. I think I’m done with this app, and I’ve stepped away from discord too. I just don’t feel like I belong here anymore. It sucks because I’m going to a big drag racing event soon where I’m at, and I just KNOW it’ll give me a ton of muse for Kendrick, but I just don’t want to be here. The only reason I’d ever come back is for one person, and they know who they are. Other than that, I’m done. I feel like I’ve gotten a pretty good idea of where I stand with most people, and I’m okay with leaving things where they are.
          	
          	I’ve got nothing left to say on this godforsaken app. I’ll come back if my bestie does, but otherwise, there’s nothing here for me.
          	
          	Ciao.

-_Hosted_Bunny_-

((I miss you and I wish I could talk to you, but I understand… please take care of yourself hun…
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gentledeath-

/  /  i hope all the graces of the world bless you going forward <3333
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-MysteryRacer-

@hellsend 
          	  
          	  It was a. Honor to RP with you I hope that your life holds many great adventures for you 
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hellsend

Yeah, sorry for disappearing and not coming back like I said I would. I think I’m done with this app, and I’ve stepped away from discord too. I just don’t feel like I belong here anymore. It sucks because I’m going to a big drag racing event soon where I’m at, and I just KNOW it’ll give me a ton of muse for Kendrick, but I just don’t want to be here. The only reason I’d ever come back is for one person, and they know who they are. Other than that, I’m done. I feel like I’ve gotten a pretty good idea of where I stand with most people, and I’m okay with leaving things where they are.
          
          I’ve got nothing left to say on this godforsaken app. I’ll come back if my bestie does, but otherwise, there’s nothing here for me.
          
          Ciao.

-_Hosted_Bunny_-

((I miss you and I wish I could talk to you, but I understand… please take care of yourself hun…
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gentledeath-

/  /  i hope all the graces of the world bless you going forward <3333
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-MysteryRacer-

@hellsend 
            
            It was a. Honor to RP with you I hope that your life holds many great adventures for you 
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hellsend

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/    to everyone that i am friends with on discord, i’m taking a break from the app for the weekend. just letting y’all know so you don’t think i’m ignoring anyone. i just need a little break from everything.  :/
          
          i should probably use this time to finally finish this gundam manga i’ve been putting off for two years and complete my master grade barbatos model kit that i’ve been procrastinating on for an entire year. all i have left are the limbs.. fuck.  (none of this will get done ☠️)

glasstearpoet

@hellsend   //  That's understandable, take the time you need. Take care of yourself  :) 
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-sparrowcall

{ @hellsend }
            
            // that's completely fine, take care of yourself, lee! i'll see ya when you get back <3
            
            seems you've got your work cut out for ya! get that MG done, or i'll burn a hole in your wall with my eyes to make sure you're not procrastinating-
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-bUrn0Ut

"    I’m coming with you.  Quit fighting me about it—  …look,  I ain’t got many people close t’a me in my life… so y’r  lucky that I even like you.    "

-bUrn0Ut

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@hellsend 
            
            
                     "    I’m scared of your air too—  it might kill my hair— and I already have dead ends.    "    Her lips twisted with a bit of disgust,  before she hummed,    "   I’m good with guns—  like really good.  My uncle used to be in the army,  he had a shit load of guns…    "    She grinned,  which may have been.. unsettling 
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hellsend

[@-bUrn0Ut]
            
                 Ivan couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her excitement.  There was nothing exciting about being in the fiery depths of Hell.  If anything , someone like him dreaded it.  It was miserable and easily one of the least enjoyable places to be.  “ Yeah , yeah . . .  I’ll have to give you a weapon.  What are you good with ? ”  he asked genuinely.  He had an entire arsenal she could borrow , though the heavy rifle was probably the best choice. Everything else was a little too . . .  alien.  Ivan then held his arms out as if he were hugging the air.  “ Here.  Air hug— ”
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-bUrn0Ut

@hellsend 
            
            
                      Skipper grinned,   like a childish grin,    "    Yay!!    "    She raised her arms in the air,     "     Good thing I can’t come to you if my head gots cut off anyways.    "    She hummed now,  a small shrug of her shoulder once her arms returned to her sides,     "    Also I woulda like— hugged y’  there but uh—  you’s  are real nasty…   No offense,  babes…     "
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-_Surreal_Guardian_-

The Pitter Patter of Fabric and Faux Fur upon the floor was silent, but fast, tail softly swishing behind it, its eyes stayed trained in front of it, almost as if knowing exactly where it was going, even if it had never been here in its ‘life’.  Soon it found itself in a bedroom nose softly twitching, as if checking the scent it had followed, then, going still when it had confirmed it was right where it was suppose to be, as if it were simply a stuffed animal, though… it would be quite a large one, at least, too large for a young child to hold, though someone in their teen years would have no problem, there, it waited, though it didn’t move, it sensed everything around it, as if sort of… omnipotent….

hellsend

[@-_Surreal_Guardian_-]
            
                 Ivan didn’t know what to make of it.  He’d seen plenty of strange things in his life — demons , divine beings , horrors no ordinary person could survive.  But this was new.  An animal speaking to him through telepathy wasn’t the strangest thing he’d encountered , but it was enough to catch his attention.
            
                 He stood perfectly still , almost as if he wasn’t breathing.  His face was hidden behind his helmet until he reached up and pulled it off.  Messy brown hair fell across his forehead as cold blue eyes locked onto the guardian.  He frowned , clearly unhappy to find an unexpected visitor aboard his space station.  “ How the hell did you get on board . . .  and what exactly are you supposed to be ? ”  His voice was low and hostile , carrying the edge of someone who knew little besides anger.  Calm had long since become foreign to him , and he was always pissed for no reason. 
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-_Surreal_Guardian_-

The living object stayed still for however long it took the other to appear in the room, though even when it was unmoving it looked more than realistic, so much so it could be hard to believe it was manmade, especially with that glint of light in its eyes.  Hearing the shifting around, the heavy footsteps, Material shifting as it interacted with each other from somewhere outside the room, soon to correctly expect the shlink of the sliding door, it could feel a twitch in its ears, but still it didn’t move, as if the twitch had happened, but only It could recognize its occurrence. Its tail was curled lightly around itself. Despite his hesitance, and the glance back, it was still in the exact same position when his Vision returned to it, at the vocalized confusion, a slight chatter echoed within the man’s mind, almost like a rapid clicking, much like a typical playful fox,  its mouth didn’t moved a light “Ch-ah!” Like a chuff. And then finally, movement, the slightest flicker of its fluffy tail, “for something like me it was rather easy”  the voice echoes once more, the slightest of upturns of the creatures mouth, despite not moving when it spoke, it almost seemed to smile up at him like a proud pup. “I am but a simple guardian, I mean no harm” now, a few noticeable ear twitches that finally showed to only him, not that anyone was in the room, but if someone was, no movement could be seen by them, the only ones that would know of what was happening, were the two conversing
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hellsend

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[@-_Surreal_Guardian_-]
            
                 Ivan returned to the fortress after recovering the one thing he needed to continue his hunt for the prince of Hell.  The mission had taken the entire day , leaving him drained.  He was exhausted , but a shower came first.  There was no chance in Hell he was climbing into bed covered in sweat and grime.  Not that he planned on sleeping anyway , despite how heavy his body felt.  Reaching behind his helmet , Ivan removed the small chip that housed his artificial intelligence.  He crossed the room and inserted it into its physical shell — a spherical drone with a single glowing mono-eye.  Without saying a word , he headed toward the lower deck of the space station , where his quarters were.  His heavy boots echoed against the metal floor with every step.  As he approached , the door slid open with a loud mechanical click.
            
                 The moment he stepped inside, he froze.  Something was in his room.
            
                 His eyes lingered on the creature for a moment before shifting toward the hallway , expecting Alpha to be floating there.  Maybe she had something to do with this.
            
                 Nothing.
            
                 His gaze returned to the animal.  “ . . .  What the fuck ? ”  he muttered.  “ How did you get in here ? ”  He spoke as if expecting an answer.  Then again , after everything he’d seen throughout his life , he wouldn’t have been surprised if it actually responded.  Ivan reached up and pulled off his helmet.  Damp strands of messy brown hair clung to his forehead as he stepped closer , studying the strange creature with narrowed eyes.  “ What the hell are you ? ”  His voice was rough and unwelcoming , every bit as harsh as the man himself.
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hellsend

‎ ‎          HELL OPENED ITS GATES ONCE.  
                             IT NEVER RECOVERED.

hellsend

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                 (highly) selective. 
                 semi-lit. 
                 original DOOM character.
                 male counterpart of @hellbreaker 
                 low + sporadic activity. 
                 panromantic asexual. 
                 ( he/him , 21 )
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hellsend

‎ ‎ 
            
                 IVAN is a man in his early twenties with a broad , muscular build , standing well over six feet tall.  He has messy brown hair , pale skin covered in countless scars , and cold blue eyes that rarely show any emotion.  His face is rugged and clean-shaven , with several scars scattered across his features.
            
                 He wears a black [ PRAETOR SUIT ] modeled after the one his father once wore , though his is battered from years of combat.  Scratches , dents , and dried blood stain the armor — damage he never bothers to repair.  Mounted on his left forearm is an ARGENT-powered wrist blade that glows with a crimson edge.  His right arm houses a wrist-mounted missile launcher , which can be swapped out for a heavy-caliber firearm operated by a trigger in the palm of his gauntlet.
            
                 IVAN almost never removes his armor , only doing so to maintain or clean it.  He believes he should always be ready for the next fight.  His visor is pitch black , making it impossible to tell if anyone can see his eyes beneath it , and every inch of his body is concealed by the suit.
            
                 On the battlefield , IVAN is a relentless force of nature.  His fighting style is as savage as his father’s , overwhelming his enemies with crushing strength and ruthless efficiency.  He strikes with devastating power , leaves nothing but bloodshed in his wake , and moves with incredible speed , even sprinting along walls without breaking his momentum.
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hellsend

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                            ID:        IVAN TAGGART
                                   “ THE PRODIGAL SON ”
            
                 IVAN is the one the demons fear most.  The moment his presence is felt in the deepest reaches of HELL , panic spreads through their ranks.  Whatever humanity he once had died the day his mother was torn apart before his eyes.  In that moment , he swore vengeance against every demon responsible for the pain and grief they had inflicted.
            
                 He fights with unmatched brutality , bathing in the blood of his enemies and tearing them apart without hesitation.  At times , he toys with their remains , forcing demons to beg for mercy before ending their lives with a snap of the neck.  He carries on his father’s legacy , earning the titles the FIRST SON and , to some , the PRODIGAL SON.  But throughout HELL, he is known by another name:  THE WORLD EATER.
            
                 That title was earned after IVAN slaughtered every living demon in the realm of NAKRATH.  The massacre was so complete that its ruler abandoned the realm rather than face him.  Today , NAKRATH remains a silent wasteland , a kingdom of ruins and corpses that even demons refuse to enter.
            
                 IVAN works alone , accompanied only by ALPHA , his artificial intelligence.  His sole mission is to hunt down MALZARETH , the current ruler of HELL , before he can conquer EARTH , wipe out humanity , and enslave every human soul for his own gain.
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