Dark Fates OOC

Embrace your dark fate.
"Wake up."
The masked figure chucked a bundle of dry sticks into the campfire, causing the flames to roar with a sudden fury. Which also had the added effect of waking every person sleeping around the campfire. The group's eyes settle on the hooded figure, his face hidden behind a metal mask. The most noticeable thing about this mysterious man was that the shadows..seemed to be flowing around him, his own silhouette twisting here and there in the flickering light of the fire. Blood seeped from several wounds on his body. Wounds that would've been mortal to any human man. Yet this masked man simply sat there upright, as if everything was fine..
"I am known as Stryder. I am certain you remember what has just happened, even if you do not want to believe."
Stryder paused, taking a labored breath. His wounds were obviously affecting him, even if he didn't show it. Another cloaked figure stepped out from a shadow, placing a hand on Stryder's forearm in concern. The group could see that the figure was obviously female, smaller with a lithe frame.
"I'll be fine. Just need to give the magic some time, Lyn."
He nodded to the girl and she stepped back into the shadows. The shadows around Stryder curled around his wounds and they closed slowly..
"All of you have seen the monstrosities that attacked your group. All of you were travelling together for reasons that I have no wish to know. I have saved as many as I could and all of you are what that is left."
He swept an arm across, gesturing to the clearing behind the group. Corpses littered the ground with flaming wreckage of the carriages that the group had been travelling in..corpses, both human and monster..
"All of you have not escaped unscathed from this encounter. The demons..yes, they exist. Your proof are those corpses among your fallen companions. All of you have sustained a wound from the demons, mental or physical, it does not matter. This wound has established a link between you and Hell. Monsters that make your nightmares seem like stuffed toys will come. I hunt them, but I am only one man..and I am old."
Stryder coughed violently, cursing with pain as a few of his recently healed wounds reopened with the motion. The shadows wrapped around his wounds again, eager to patch their master up.
"I require assistance. Assistance that you may have no choice but to reluctantly provide. Those wounds will forever leave their mark on you and believe me, they will draw the demons closer and closer as long as you draw breath or are unturned. But don't worry about that second consequence. If you turn, you will have me to worry about.."
Stryder leaned forward, his metal mask shining in the firelight. He extended a hand towards the group.
"Embrace your dark fates as I have and join my struggle for humanity."
There was an awkward pause as Stryder waited for their answers. Lyn stepped up and whispered in Stryder's ear.
"Oh, right. I forgot. Probably a good time to mention I'm half-demon."
Setting.
Rules and other stuff. Read this.
Mechanics of the Demon's Deck. READ.
Corruption
The Corrupted
History
Character Sheet! Also, for the love of god, please delete the stuff in brackets.
Character Name: (Self-explanatory)
Gender: (Refer to above)
Age: (16's the minimum!)
Appearance: (Picture, please.)
Weapons: (Primary, Secondary, Thrown, up to you and up to three. A hunter's gotta be equipped, right? You'll receive the weapons at Stryder's armory later on.)
Card Suit: (Read.)
Bio: (A short one will do. Don't skip this, you lazy lot.)
"Wake up."
The masked figure chucked a bundle of dry sticks into the campfire, causing the flames to roar with a sudden fury. Which also had the added effect of waking every person sleeping around the campfire. The group's eyes settle on the hooded figure, his face hidden behind a metal mask. The most noticeable thing about this mysterious man was that the shadows..seemed to be flowing around him, his own silhouette twisting here and there in the flickering light of the fire. Blood seeped from several wounds on his body. Wounds that would've been mortal to any human man. Yet this masked man simply sat there upright, as if everything was fine..
"I am known as Stryder. I am certain you remember what has just happened, even if you do not want to believe."
Stryder paused, taking a labored breath. His wounds were obviously affecting him, even if he didn't show it. Another cloaked figure stepped out from a shadow, placing a hand on Stryder's forearm in concern. The group could see that the figure was obviously female, smaller with a lithe frame.
"I'll be fine. Just need to give the magic some time, Lyn."
He nodded to the girl and she stepped back into the shadows. The shadows around Stryder curled around his wounds and they closed slowly..
"All of you have seen the monstrosities that attacked your group. All of you were travelling together for reasons that I have no wish to know. I have saved as many as I could and all of you are what that is left."
He swept an arm across, gesturing to the clearing behind the group. Corpses littered the ground with flaming wreckage of the carriages that the group had been travelling in..corpses, both human and monster..
"All of you have not escaped unscathed from this encounter. The demons..yes, they exist. Your proof are those corpses among your fallen companions. All of you have sustained a wound from the demons, mental or physical, it does not matter. This wound has established a link between you and Hell. Monsters that make your nightmares seem like stuffed toys will come. I hunt them, but I am only one man..and I am old."
Stryder coughed violently, cursing with pain as a few of his recently healed wounds reopened with the motion. The shadows wrapped around his wounds again, eager to patch their master up.
"I require assistance. Assistance that you may have no choice but to reluctantly provide. Those wounds will forever leave their mark on you and believe me, they will draw the demons closer and closer as long as you draw breath or are unturned. But don't worry about that second consequence. If you turn, you will have me to worry about.."
Stryder leaned forward, his metal mask shining in the firelight. He extended a hand towards the group.
"Embrace your dark fates as I have and join my struggle for humanity."
There was an awkward pause as Stryder waited for their answers. Lyn stepped up and whispered in Stryder's ear.
"Oh, right. I forgot. Probably a good time to mention I'm half-demon."
Setting.
Spoiler (click to show/hide):
Rules and other stuff. Read this.
Spoiler (click to show/hide):
Mechanics of the Demon's Deck. READ.
Spoiler (click to show/hide):
Corruption
Spoiler (click to show/hide):
The Corrupted
Spoiler (click to show/hide):
History
Spoiler (click to show/hide):
Character Sheet! Also, for the love of god, please delete the stuff in brackets.
Character Name: (Self-explanatory)
Gender: (Refer to above)
Age: (16's the minimum!)
Appearance: (Picture, please.)
Weapons: (Primary, Secondary, Thrown, up to you and up to three. A hunter's gotta be equipped, right? You'll receive the weapons at Stryder's armory later on.)
Card Suit: (Read.)
Bio: (A short one will do. Don't skip this, you lazy lot.)