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Anselm Ermenegilde

"Hell, I hope some of ya survive to witness this. Ah'd hate a dead audience!"

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a character in “The Demon Hunt”, as played by MartinVole

Description

Name: Anselm Ermenegilde

Nickname: Devil's Bane, Itchy, Scarface

Age: 17

Appearance: A ragged young man dressed in a ragged coat with ragged hair once brown turned white from the ravages of a demon toxin running through his body. His eyes are both bloodshot and green. No longer does he show much effort in upkeep in fashion, letting his hair dangle, and his clothes remain caked in his last hunt. By far not the most attractive, looking somewhat older than he truly is, but as one will say, "a form without blemish is a blade untempered". He has a rather lean yet muscular build that shows, at least, he stays in shape (if at least to outshine his peers).

Magical Abilities:

Active:
- Miasmic Spray: Spewing some of the demonic toxins within his body he is able to deliver a painful deterrent for any attacker to get in his face, also can be used to make anything sharp have a more painful bite.
- Shadow Walk: Limited ability to move trough the shadows he, Yamir, or anything connected to him casts.
- Taggin' in da Champ: Granting Yamir control of his body making him a literal shadow of his former self, and in turn granting him his strengths (and weaknesses) such as morphing his body, regeneration, showing advanced energy control, and agility, though having greater demonic weaknesses as well as the at times scatterbrained antics of Yamir himself as well as his near-weightless state that acts as a two-edged sword.

Passive:
- Blood Rush: Capable of sustaining wounds and and turning that pain into an adrenaline fueled rage is a staple in Anselm's combat prowess.
- Enhanced Healing and Durability: He shows some higher level of self-healing and durability, but more severe injuries such as broken bones and bludgeoning can take extra time to heal properly.
- Enhanced Strength and Speed: While not the most impressive at its base, being somewhat above that of a human's, it shines best when in conjunction with Blood Rush.
- Demon Sense: As any hunter he has an acute sense of determining a demonic presence including those inside of others.

Demonic Weapon: Y-Calibur AKA sword made of Yamir's phantasmic energy that screams "attention whore". It is a blade focused less on physical anguish and more upon spiritual combat.
-Weightless: Unhindered significantly by the laws of gravity, the blade swings fluidly like it were part of Anselm's body... oh wait.
-Regeneration: The sword cannot be broken, reforming instead when scattered.
-Morph: Without changing mass, it shifts length for reach or concentrates for density and durability.
-Gunblade: Fires off Yamir's energy bursts.
-Special Move: From the Shadows: Can jab the blade into shadows he casts or objects connected to him cast and the blade will travel through and appear anywhere within the cast shadow.

Equipment:
Cross-shaped stiletto knives integrated into his clothes and a revolver.

Skills:
As an outdoors man he is skilled at hunting and cooking, as well as what is and is not edible. He has a good degree of athletic mobility, climbing, running, with the exception of swimming of which seems one of the few things to evoke fear.

Demonic Soul's Name: Yamir

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Details about the Demon:

Yamir is a strange demon by no small amount who thrives on the attention given to him by others. He has the strange quality of appearing as a shadowy mass whenever he manifests, often as a fit humanoid shadow with green eyes, wavy long hair, and a white toothy grin. He is strangely the voice of reason of the duo, pulling back on Anselm's wilder impulses and showing clear dissatisfaction with Aselm's visceral habits, favoring him to act in a way that is more attractive, and less... creepy, not desiring that form of attention as fear is less... fulfilling.

Unlike Anselm, Yamir shows himself as being relatively sane in combat with a flair of showmanship and giving his attacks bizarre names. He has an aversion to attacking females, yet also seems to have little understanding of courtship, finding anything remotely romantic shocking.

History + Personality:

One of the earlier implants, he would live for some time with his parents unaware of the demon that was placed within him, even if he felt for some time that he was different than other children. Yamir was more mischievous than malevolent, influencing Anselm to be a class clown, do acts of vandalism, and other tomfoolery. Young Anselm became seen as a buffoon in the public eye, further isolating him at a young age. Eventually feeling his own parents being ashamed he ran away from home in the night going deep into the woods to be alone in his grief.

As soon as he stopped to take a breath there was a presence before him, a demon other than Yamir, who now screamed within his skull to return home. He did not listen to him, he simply stared up, as a figure stood above him, drops of poison falling from its claws, yet speaking sweetly to entice the child to come closer. His parents arrived in time to try staving the demon away but were struck down before the boy's eyes, left to shake and die from the toxin's effects, and it was soon his turn, on his knees in shock at his parents grizzly demise. And like searing hot pokers from within he was stricken across the face and infected, but Yamir did not let the boy die. The attacker was confused on the boy's resilience to its poison, and before they could grasp the situation Yamir took control and repelled the demon with a desperate blast and fled.

Years later, the boy, now a teen, would grow more violent, no longer just a harmless clown. He no longer wanted to fit in, he didn't care anymore about it, only desired to be stronger, more adept at killing. In fact, he had become obsessed with becoming an object of fear, and satisfying his desire of vengeance. No matter the cost he wanted to be the best, either respected or feared he'd be recognized by all, showering himself in the carnage that was his enemies.

So begins...

Anselm Ermenegilde's Story

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A lone figure walks up to the front of the school, dressed in a ragged coat and wearing a wide-brimmed hat cung down over his face and holding his head. It was Anselm, recently arriving from a major hunt in the north of a wendigo that was terrorizing a village. He knew he was going to receive some stern talking when they get the report, but they should know it'll be a wasted effort at this point. He got results, and he kept the body count to a minimal this time around, and he'd be sure to let them know that.

He stared at the school doors with a look of discontentment across his scarred face. The hunt that was didn't concern him currently, it was many other things. First, he had to put his gun and knives away, it made him feel naked. Second, it was sunny, too sunny, and he still had a headache from the multiple whacks he took in the hunt. And thirdly, he had to deal with some useless know-it-alls just for the sake of some sense of normality. As he hesitated, tightening his hands into fists his shadow seems to come to life below him, a white mouth forming in the face.

"Look, buddy ol' pal, I know you are not feeling all that hot right now, but could we please... please... try to have some good first impression on the others," begged the distorted male voice of Yamir. "So just take deep breaths, cool yourself, and remember: you are the boss of your own emotions."

"I'm just 'ere cause I 'ave to be," he says quietly, nearly under his breath as he walks up to the doors and shoves his way in. "An' speakin' of impressin's, 'avin a talkin' shadow ain't a good one either, so cram it."

With his the mouth disappears and his shadow returns to normal. As he walks down the hall his boots squeak against the slick tiles, piercing his ears with each step. He attaches nothing but the most obnoxious memories to schools, and the most terrible. Part of him blamed it for what happened to him. As he muddles in his own thoughts a hall monitor catches sight of him walking by and starts trying to get his attention. He kept walking aimlessly, until finally he just blocks his path out of frustration. Anselm stops, his right eye twitching a bit under his hat.

"Sir, look, if you are lost I can take you by the office and you can work from there," the hall monitor says, somewhat out of breath from the previous attempts. "Or maybe... are you a legal guardian or perhaps a grandfather of one of the students here? I mean, not to brag but I know a lot of them here and..."

"Sir..? Grandfather..? Look at this 'ere before ya embarrass yerself further," he grumbles in a somewhat indignant tone, lifting up his hat and fishing through his coat pulling out a student card and presenting it to him. The hall monitor looks it over for a bit then looks up staring at his face for a moment then looks back at the card then holds up a finger. Anselm was growing inpatient, he wanted to see these other upstarts and this guy was just wasting his time. "What now?"

"Look uh... Anselm... this looks ah... real and all... but I don't think I've ever seen you here before, in fact," as he continues to speak Anselm chokes back hard against an urge to stick the brat against the wall, he was in the way and he hated things getting in the way. He holds his head as his migraine acts up again. The hall monitor sees this and takes a step back his eyes widened. "Oh... OH... Aselm! Now I know who you are... I-I'm really sorry, you are that ah... student that had that terrible accident a few years back, right? I heard they finally released you and ah... really sorry to hear about your parents. Ah um... where was I supposed to send you again..?"

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#, as written by Zalgo
Daisy

Class, just as if it were any other day.

Daisy sat in the classroom, reading the book assigned to them. She was neither ahead nor behind in the book assigned to them. A couple students in her class were well ahead in the book and had already filled out the summary for the chapter they had to write so they were just chatting about the latest hardware one of their friends had bought for his server network. Most of the rest of the students were behind and didn't really care all too much. More trivial matters were all that was on the minds of the average school-goer, Things like the stuff they saw on television yesterday or some new fad that's become the new topic of chatter.

She tried to be studious, she really did. It was difficult to live two lives, one as a hunter of demons and another as a student. As it was she rarely found time to sleep and get her homework done when at a moment's notice she would have to drop everything to fight the forces of hell. She refused to let her apathy keep her from trying to make this work but it didn't help that she felt like she was falling behind in both. With the difficulties presented from the nightmare tower her confidence, not in herself so much but in the other hunters. Without regular friend of her own she thought of them as being her friends and she really wanted that to be true. The issue was that sometimes they worried her. Whether it be by the influence of their own demon upon them or simply the risks of the hunt itself there was always that looming threat that she might lose them. It was already difficult enough losing people she considered family to demons but if her friends were to join them...


"Hard at work studying I see."

At least she could count on not losing Connor, interrupting her train of thought in his calm, monotone voice. It was evident to him that she had more on her mind than just the boring book she was forced to read. She never did much care for reading things she had no interest in just for the sake of reading. She liked reading but she preferred to read books of her own choosing. This novel was dry and rather uninteresting.

Yes, yes, I already know what you're gonna say. I'm just a little distracted is all. I should be just fine.

"You do know you could just pull the info you need out of the heads of those kids over there. Unlike you they have far more free time to indulge this pointless exercise."

I don't think reading is pointless. At least I'm learning something out of it.

"I do not think your reading capabilities are in need of honing. Maybe a better diction if nothing else but this is just busywork. Clearly your English teacher is putting very little effort in this class."

You know for someone who doesn't care about this you sure do have a lot to say.

"Point taken."


Having argued Connor into a corner she was able to now able to continue trying to focus on reading. It was difficult as she had to drown out the residual feedback of all the various minds around her and read at the same time. It was like trying to focus on a book in the middle of a crowded cafeteria, something she's also not unfamiliar with. Over the general noise she could hear something that caught her notice. Two people were talking out in the hall, one by the name of Anselm. The name seemed familiar but she couldn't place where she remembered it from.

"Does the name Yamir also ring a bell?"

Despite his age Connor's memory was by no means poor. Even after almost a couple hundred years while days seem to just flit away he was still able to recall some fairly obscure details. Daisy wasn't quite so astute.

It sounds familiar but I don't recall either. I wonder...

There was an audible sigh as Connor decided he was being too subtle.

"Anselm is the name of another hunter, the one who had Yamir trapped inside him. Can't be surprised you don't remember, it was a while back in the short time you've been alive."

Not at all condescending there, nope.

Daisy replied with more than a little sarcasm in her tone. Still he was right, at least about the person. She did remember his name back when the facility still stood. She didn't remember much about him but that didn't matter too much to her. He was a fellow hunter, a brother in arms and as such she would welcome him all the same. She just needed to get out of class first. She looked up at the clock, counting the minutes until her class was supposed to be over. It wasn't long until class change which took long enough she could give him a proper albeit short greeting.

She looked back down at her book. She had barely read more than three pages in half an hour's time.

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(Its back...*sniff* I missed this!)

As Lance entered the classroom that music was supposed to be held at, he was suddenly bombarded by the sounds of trumpets, drums, keyboards, guitars, and violins all playing together in a disorganized symphony. It appeared that he was late for class and the teacher noticed him before he could sneak in. "Lance! You are four minutes late to class. If you are late two more times I will write you up and send you to detention, is that understood?" The teacher scolded him. "Yes sir...I understand...I will try not to be late for class next time." Lance replied nonchalantly as he looked around the room for his instrument of choice, a metal guitar.

Lance sat down in the corner of the room away from the other students, not because he did not enjoy the company but in order for him to actually play he had to be relatively secluded so the noise does not drown him out. Once everything was tuned he began to practice a song that he intended to work with the other students, but he had to memorize the notes that he had to play. I'm impressed Lance, It seems you are actually trying...never mind." Araghast was about to praise him but of course Lance just had to up and fall asleep. Not wanting him to slack off he smacked the back of his head with his hand to wake him up which was successful.

"Did you really have to smack me in the back of the head? But forget that, do you sense that? It feels familiar like a fellow hunter but the people currently with us dont have this strange sense...hold on a second! Could it be that kid...um...Ansa....something right?" "Its pronounced Anselm, and yes I do sense him. Even though we have met before for a short while I do not forget anyone we meet. If an old enemy comes at you after ten years you should always remember what they looked like and how they acted, and for allies you should remember them regardless. Araghast spoke in his place but Lance just waved his hand at him. "Yeah yeah grandpa remember it all. If another demon hunter is here that means we have another person fighting by our side. We should meet up with him but who knows, he could end up finding us first." Lance finished as he resumed playing with his guitar.

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Zero had finally recovered a little more, and was feeling well enough to be walking around. He was sensing something familiar, but at the same time new, nearby too. Another demon hunter if he had to guess. As he walked forward though through a crowd of people, for a split second, he sensed something else as well. The presence of a demon. However, it was only for a second, and when he looked back, he couldn't sense its aura. He even used Piercing Gaze to be safe, but still nothing.

Anna appeared next to him. "Was that...just our imaginations? Or maybe a false positive from our side affects?"

"Yeah, maybe...strange, I thought twelve people passed us, not eleven, in that group. Well, no matter, none of them were demons. Anyways, lets head to our next class".

Zero showed up for the next few classes. He sorta used his powers to try and cheat a little bit, but Anna kept him in line most of the time. He still couldn't get over the earlier feeling, but it was probably just a false positive. Zero had the keenest senses though, especially when detecting and hunting demons thanks to his Piercing Gaze.

As he was heading for gym though, he encountered his earlier familiar but new presence. It was another demon hunter, Anselm. Anna appeared behind Zero, though only in a form other Demon Hunters could see. "Haven't seen them in awhile. I think his schedule has us in some of the same classes, like Gym, Math, and Science".

"Anna, how do you know this?"

"Because I keep track of all Demon Hunter class schedules so I know when I will need to be there to break up you, Danny, and Bassy from fighting each other. You three always get overcompetitive, and he never helps things either".

"Well, better go bail him out" Zero said with a sigh. He walked up to the two of them. "Hey Anslem. You remember we have gym now right? Better get going, we don't want to be late..."

Anna meanwhile, invisible and inaudible to everyone but Demon Hunters at the moment, whispered Anslem's schedule to him, though she half expected Yamir to be the only one to remember it. Zero then ran off towards Gym. As he did, he passed that new teacher he had, Ms. Jane M. Gorgan. He wondered why she was at the gym, but he shrugged it off.

As he entered the locker room though, that new kid, Jacob Bell, the one he had met earlier, had taken the locker next to him. Zero was not sure why, but he gave off a strange feeling. No matter, he seemed friendly enough, but he felt like the kid was watching him. Kinda creepy.

Once they had changed and entered the gym, the game had been announced as dodgeball. Immediately, teams were assigned and Zero was on one, facing the other team. The game began normally, and thankfully for everyone, Danny ended up on the same team as him, so they won't try to take each other out and go too far. Everything seemed normal...

....until Zero sensed a spike in magical power coming from the other team. He looked, and that kid Jacob was spiking a magically infused dodgeball right at him! Zero just barely managed to dodge it, even with Demon Reflexes. While to everyone else it seemed like a normal dodgeball, to those who were magically attuned like the Demon Hunters, that dodgeball carried enough magical energy to expel a demon from.... "Oh, shit".

Anna appeared next to him in spirit form, which temporarily confused Jacob it seemed. It was clear he could see her, but Zero knew this kid was not a demon hunter. Anna scowled. "Zero. Be careful with this one. He is not a normal human".

"He isn't a demon either. That magic, it was..."

"Demon expelling magic. You are right, he isn't a demon or a demon hunter. He...he is a Magician. A human born with an excess of magical power on his own" Anna told him. "And if I had to guess, he seems to be under the impression your possessed by a demon. Not accurate, but not inaccurate either. That technique isn't strong enough to remove me, but it will hurt...a lot...if you get hit by it, and with the side affects you already feel, instead of removing me...it would kill you. Normally, it wouldn't hurt you much at all, but because our souls are fused, it will hurt a lot".

"Great" Zero said sarcastically. "Well, this should prove interesting".

Another magically infused dodgeball came flying towards him, with him just barely dodging in time. Wasn't this supposed to be a normal day of recovery? Zero sighed, and Anna shook her head. "Survive this dodgeball game, and it can go back to one".

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Anselm sensed a presence coming up, something he immediately recognized as another hunter, almost instinctively. He snaps up the card from the hall monitor's hand and pockets it, then turned to Zero as he approached. He crooks his head to the side as he looks down at Zero. "Geez... ya look like ya been sleepin'n a broom closet," he mutters. When he hears that he is to be in gym, he crooks his mouth into a smirk, ignoring Yamir shuddering at hearing that math and science follows. Afterall, everyone adores an athlete. "Jus' got back, but startin' wit' gym... now that's jus' fine."

When he got to the locker room he caught wind of an odd presence but decided to ignore it. It wasn't a demon for all he could tell, and as such, probably not worth his time. The other students looked at him, befuddled and a bit concerned. The only thing missing was some kind of hook or cleaver. He shrugs off the glares and just went and got dressed for whatever gym had in store to throw his way, more amusing how literal that'd turn out to be. He was certainly out of place, taller than quite a few of the others, as well as more muscular than the typical student. Without his hat, his mangled hair just kind of does whatever it wants.

As he gets in with Zero's team, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly he catches that weird presence again, a lot stronger this time. He definitely feels it as it zips by and nearly strikes Zero that makes him nearly jump. "The hell was that," Yamir exclaims, popping out from Anselm's shadow and slaps his hands to his cheeks. "Demon expulsion magic in a dodgeball game?! I mean c'mon! That's... that's..."

"Exhilaratin'," Anselm says with a wide toothy grin, the game now held his full attention.

"Oh gee, here I had almost forgotten I was fused to a MADMAN, I mean geez," Yamir responds tugging at his own hair. "Anna, talk some sense into my partner here, he's doing that thing again where he does stupid stuff!"

"Relax, we jus' gotta out ol' Magical Trevor here before he outs Zero permanently," he says confidently as he cracks his knuckles.

Another ball zips by, it feels like a fire, grazing past him with its heat. Yamir seems somewhat impressed by Anselm's sudden concern for the well being of another. "That is... strangely thoughtful of you!"

"Sure, it'd 'flect poorly if one of my peers gets dunked in a school gym," he says, before dodging a ball that flew towards him, breaking his concentration. This one was normal, however. He looks towards the student who tossed it and he points a finger at him and takes hold of a ball putting it to the side as if it were a gun in an old western duel. The student, already regretting his life decisions, suddenly feels a chill run down his spine taking a mad dash to the side. With a snap throw Anselm sends the ball flying in his prey's direction hitting him in the back and the kid over-dramatically flops onto the floor with an "AH MAAAAAN!"

Anselm holds out his hands and struts cockily, and for a moment Yamir grinned as the students took notice until he realized they had just taken out a norm from play causing him to raise a brow. "Eh... didn't you say you were going to take out the magician?"

"Didn't say I weren't gon' feed the crowd a bit as well," he responds with a smug shrug. "An' I think I gave em another target t' worry 'bout."

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Danny was not happy.

Why was he unhappy?

The homework he "acquired" turned out to be planted on the smart student by ANOTHER kid who got it wrong.

This did not make Danny happy. And he was already feeling like shit cause of yesterday. Plus, when he heard it was dodgeball time in gym, he flashed back to the Nightmare Tower....he saw thigns there he would rather forget. Still, he looked back at Zero, to see if he was okay. He was, but then, he just barely avoided a supercharged dodgeball. "Holy shit, what the hell?"

He managed to dodge the next one, and he spotted the source, that new kid Jacob Bell. Barry appeared next to him. "Careful, taht kid is a magician, and it looks like he thinks your possessed....by me".

"Well, he isnt totally wrong" Danny mentioned. Suddenly, he summoned some strength. "But now, looks like we get to compete after all. Who can survive the magicians attacks!"

Barry shook his head. "This will not end well".

It was already too late though, because Danny was all fired up. What this meant, however, was still up for grabs.

(Sorry, couldn't do any more, writers block)

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Anselm continued to show off, dodging by leaning left, right, and completely leaning backwards. He could feel the ones shot by Jacob, even the missing ones sent a shock through his system. But it didn't scare him, no, it thrilled him. He thought the first day returning to school would be nothing but sour looks and the boring droning of teachers. The very thought of being a normal student was laughable. It was like a... public hunt of sorts. Just without the demon and... use of abilities. A challenging handicap.

He shot glances at both Danny and Zero, feeling something... different about them. They have achieved something he has yet to, even in his seniority. He wouldn't accept this... he couldn't, the very thought...

"Hey hey! Long time no see ya ol' Bart," Yamir cries out, popping up from Anselm's shadow, arms crossed, casting a wide grin. "Heard you guys had a hell of a time down here... all we had was getting frostbite from chasing cannibalistic Canadians in the freezing north... must say I'm green with envy." His head momentarily ignites with a green hair flame.

Anselm was fixated, it was a competition now in his mind, a game of field dominance. And he wasn't going to lose to anyone. He smirked as he picked up a ball, and beckoned Jacob to take a shot. To everyone else he was just being cocky, which was in a good part true, but he was finally fixated on taking the magician out of the game first, before Danny.

"Ey newbie, c'sider this my welcoming gift!" He draws back, giving it some athletic gusto as he sends the ball flying. He didn't expect it to hit, but he didn't intend to dodge the return shot either. He knew of another way to score an out, and it would hurt. Too bad it won't leave a scar...

"What... t-that look, that tone, could it be..? Oh this is just like old times," Yamir's tone is brimming with enthusiasm as his partner appears to be having fun for a change, especially since it was just a grab for power. "It is so good to be back!"