[Misericorde]

[x] Name [x] Mason Helios
[x] Age [x] 150 Years Old
[x] Gender [x] Male
[x] Species [x] Nightmare Demon
[x] Picture [x] http://i53.tinypic.com/25t9e79.jpg
[x] History [x] Mason is a nightmare demon who was cast out of hell to prey on any and all living beings on earth. He wanders the city streets looking for new prey. They can be as young as babies, or as old as seniors, and come in all shapes and sizes. Mason was born to a female vengeance demon, and a male incubus one hundred and fifty years ago. His mother and his father reside in hell, where as Mason resides on Earth. He has little to no respect for the living, and even less for any other species. He surrounds himself only with other demons who have been cast out to Earth, and uses them to his advantage. He keeps to himself most of the time, usually playing chess with a single counterpart. Always the same one. Mason has the ability to disguise himself when needed as anything. Animal, human, you name it, he can be it. His goal in life is to traumatize any and all souls possible with nightmares, dragging their souls to hell.

[Blitzkrieg]

[x] Name [x] Iradella Friedman
[x] Age [x] 27 Years Old
[x] Gender [x] Female
[x] Species [x] Fallen Angel
[x] Picture [x] http://i336.photobucket.com/albums/n..._by_tobiee.jpg
[x] History [x] Iradella had started out an Angel of the heavens. She carried out her duties as a healer when she was younger, having been a part of the great war of the heavens, fighting for the side of order and against the rebellion. Despite being sided against the rebels though, Della refused to see them die on the battlefield, healing them just enough to keep them breathing in hopes of salvaging their lives. However, things backfired when all those who had gone against the heavens were shunned down to earth as fallen angels. A good many held a grudge on the female who had left them alive and yet so vulnerable, blaming her for their life in this damned purgatory of sorts. To repent, she would illegally ferry Fallens to the surface of Heaven for short periods of time, to visit their loved ones and to give them peace in closure. One day, this act of good will backfired, one of the fallens she'd brought up having gone rogue and set forth to try and assassinate the ruler which he had rebelled against years before. Upon being informed that Iradella had been the one to let him back into their world, her wings were ripped from her back and she was cast down as a Fallen herself. Now, in the human world, there are still those who blame her for their own misfortune, and her powers are rendered useless.

[Misericorde]

Mason walked down the dark and rainy street, each street lamp revealing just how dark and dull his eyes were. He had his hands shoved deep into his pockets, and his shoulders were slouched. He looked like the typical depressed business man, considering he was magnificently dressed. He was always immaculate when it came to his appearance, though he didn't know why he bothered. He was a bit of an outcast in these streets, the only company he was able to keep being lesser demons than he.

Mason was quite wealthy, having established a very well known sleep clinic. But what most didn't know, is that the very night mares patients when in to have cured, were the same that Mason had implanted in their heads. He made millions from paying customers, and when their souls were corrupt enough, he would let them back into the world for a week. During that week, they would cause havoc, damning their souls to hell. That was Mason's job. Getting new souls into hell.

Tonight he was wandering the streets, looking for new victims. Poor, lost souls, people who wouldn't be missed when they disappeared. He had a special eye for finding these souls, and always made sure he lured them to his clinic. Well, that wasn't hard, it was the only clinic in the city, and the only one "known" to cure nightmares. Yes, Mason had a strategy, and he was horribly good at what he did.

[Blitzkrieg]

Iradella was finally leaving her second job when the rain started really pouring down. "Just my luck..." the femme mumbled to herself while slipping out of the bookstore, locking the door carefully behind herself. No, the shop wasn't hers, but the owner had enough trust for the girl to leave her on the late shift alone by now.

It seems like forever since she'd been thrown down here, into this world of humans and filth. The days here are monotonous, tedious and all around tormenting for the young fallen who simply cannot seem to fit in. She spends her days working two jobs, and her nights in a dingy apartment, the only thing she could manage to get her hands on without a credit score, or even a real identity at all. Sleep is a burden by now with the nightmares that constantly plague her thoughts, and she doesn't even feel safe in her own home for fear that one of those seeing vengeance will come and find her here.

Before she can even think of sleep, however, she has to make her way back to the place she's supposed to call home...really more like a prison than anything else, this whole world is a prison. Without a car or even bus fare, Della is stuck trudging back home in the rain, her umbrella rendered useless by the harsh winds.

Pulling her hood up over her red and white hair, initially white, but dyed to try and keep suspicion away from her abnormalities, she starts her small journey across the city. Hands in her pockets, head lowered, her stance doesn't say much for the female's self esteem, nor her level of comfort. Staying quiet, she brushes past a man in black, dressed to the nines and looking all too confident. Iradella shoots him a passing glance, but no more acknowledgment than that, still walking with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company. What awful company...it's no wonder she often feels so lonely.

[Misericorde]

Mason lifted his head a little to gaze off into the distance as he walked. He was heading toward his home, one of the biggest in the city due to his fortune. He adjusted the collar of his jacket as he walked, his hands going back into his pockets. As he stared ahead, a girl caught his eye. She looked to be perfect for a next victim. He could tell she was troubled, and he could see that she was low on self esteem. They usually made the perfect targets for him.

Mason spun around and started following her carefully, but he acted as friendly as he could, approaching her. "Excuse me, excuse me miss?" He gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry to bother you, but you wouldn't happen to know where The Helios Sleep Center is at, do you?" He smirked a little to himself. "I've got an appointment there tonight, but I'm a little lost..."

He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, one with directions on it. "I've got these directions to get there, but the rain has soaked them to the point of being unreadable..." He shoved the paper back into his pocket. "I wonder if you might be able to help me get there? I mean, if you aren't too busy that is..." Mason was being as charming as he could. He knew that if this girl was having nightmares as he suspected, that he might be able to lure her to his clinic.

Mason also needed a way to navigate himself into her nightmares to make them worse. For that, he would need to know a little more about her. Not much though. He would need to know her name at least, as well as have time to talk to her a little bit before anything. This was his attempt to get the information he needed.

[Blitzkrieg]

When the man she'd only just passed was suddenly following behind, Della tensed, immediately becoming defensive at the idea of being followed. The state of her life just had the poor thing on edge. There were people out to get her, and there was never such a thing as being too careful. Luckily though, most of those who wished to make her pay for their suffering weren't very subtle. They would attack the first chance they got, and on this dark rainy night, attacking her right here and now would be more than possible without rousing much suspicion.

So, when he simply approaches the femme, some of her initial suspicious die down, muscles leaving go of a bit of tension as she slows to a stop to speak with the man. "The...Helios Sleep Center?" she questioned in her usual voice, soft spoken, with a tinge of curiosity as she finally turned to face the dark man. Bringing her gaze up to his face, her hood falls back, revealing her dyed hair, roots growing back in by now, and shimmering crimson eyes. It's no doubt that she must look peculiar to those who aren't used to seeing beings aside from humans.

The man's plea seems innocent enough, and the Fallen Angel has always had an awful soft spot for a person in need, perhaps a weakness of hers in the end. Glancing to the paper, she noted the address and tried to recall how to get to the street it was on. Finally, she snapped back from thought, hands behind her back then as she glanced Mason over. It's dark, hard to make out his features entirely, but there's no doubt that he is a handsome man, mysterious, and yet his voice has a certain charm to it, something about the tone just putting anyone caring to listen at ease. "I was just heading home, and so it's no trouble if I show you where it is I suppose...just follow me." Without another word, still looking rather awkward to be conversion with a complete stranger, she starts on ahead, glancing back to be sure he is following as she navigates her way toward the sleep center. Inwardly, she wishes they could help her, but there's no doubt in the femme's mind that her nightmares are all too volatile ad frequent for anything to make them go away.

[Misericorde]

Mason smiled to the girl as she read the address on his map. Once she had read it and was done with it, he folded it back up carefully and slid it back into his pocket. He looked her over from head to toe, curiously as he noted her hair color and her eyes. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that she wasn't human, but he didn't bring anything up about it to her. He followed her as she began to lead the way.

The rain was getting heavier as they walked, and Mason pulled a hoodie over his head from the collar his jacket, his hands going into his pockets. He walked along side the girl, silent for the most part. All that was heard were foot steps on the rainy walk way as they moved along, the occasional car splashing by. Mason would look her over from the corner of his eye, examining her troubled face. He knew he may have his next victim in his hand, now he only had to lure her. With a few more steps, he lifted his head to look at her.

"My name is Mason. Thank you so much for helping me find my way. I'm new to the city, and I heard that the Helios sleep center worked wonders for those with reoccuring, deeply disturbing nightmares. I've been troubled by them since I was a young boy... There has been no therapy able enough to help me so far..." He half smiled, working his charm. "A friend of mine told me that the Helios Center may be my last resort. I decided to give it a try." He nodded his head, then smiled to her. "How rude of me... May I ask your name, young miss?" He offered her his hand, a friendly hand shake offer.