In a warm, wet place you struggled against the dark to grasp at the murky waters that defined the boundaries of your world. You were a spawn no larger than a tadpole at first; though how you took shape afterwards was up to chance.
Many of your brothers and sisters were killed in their egg or larval stages; and the select few of you who took shape were sequestered in secret by your FATHER: GEIST
There were once a dozen of you. Now there are only three.
Progeny made to embody each of the Imperfects aspects: A demon of eyes, a demon of secrets, and a demon of the sword.
(three demon emporium slots; to be the spawn of the Imperfect Geist. Please dm me at _kazama with which aspect you'd like to be, a short pitch, etc.) PS: I will be taking apps until sept 9 and then selecting ppl then!!)
Many of your brothers and sisters were killed in their egg or larval stages; and the select few of you who took shape were sequestered in secret by your FATHER: GEIST
There were once a dozen of you. Now there are only three.
Progeny made to embody each of the Imperfects aspects: A demon of eyes, a demon of secrets, and a demon of the sword.
(three demon emporium slots; to be the spawn of the Imperfect Geist. Please dm me at _kazama with which aspect you'd like to be, a short pitch, etc.) PS: I will be taking apps until sept 9 and then selecting ppl then!!)