This was adapted from an RP I started off site not that long ago, and my partner hasn't gotten back to me yet. :c
I REALLY WANT TO RP.
So let's do this.

The following explanations are a little rushed and I don't feel like properly writing them. :I

PLOT
You've heard of the Freemasons, right? They're a worldwide fraternity
built on the values of brotherly love, truth, and relief, and almost
everything they do works toward their ultimate goal of unity among men.
Since the ground rules of the masons were set, many branches have
strayed from the peaceful road to this goal, and have adopted a bloody
but ultimately faster route. The first milestone would be eliminating
the 'false men'; those beings such as vampires and demons who may appear
 human but are not. The masons show these beings no mercy and have
despised their very existence farther back than any records go.
Throughout the centuries their technology and weaponry has obviously
advanced, and in recent years the 'false men' have had an extremely
tough time escaping the masons alive. With the tables turned in their
favor, the masons have decided to implement a plan that has been sitting
 round for years dubbed The Final Purge; one giant sweep of the world's
cities that, if successful, would render these false men extinct. Now
that they have the man power, they are able to send 'sweeper' units
(consisting of 15 - 30 men) to cities they've found to be inhabited by
the undesirables to get rid of them.
The demons and such never
really had a stable order and usually just went with the laws of
whatever society they chose to live in (assuming they decided to follow
the rules at all) so word that this purge had started did not reach many
 of them in time. The few that know of it are most likely running for
their lives, driven out of their homes by a sweeper unit. (and as such
they refer to these masons as Sweepers) Some like vampires have covens
or nests they can retreat to for comfort, but many demons are loners and
 are on their own. It is unknown how long this genocide has been going
on, however many speculate that it is nearing the end.
To make
matters worse, some blame the demons who run rampant, destroying and
murdering as they please, for this purge and the dwindling population
tend to fight amongst themselves.

Additional information:
Outside of being a certain THING, in this case a demon or other mythical
 creature, I've never really required characters to look a certain way
for any of my plots. So, while a critter that can appear human would
have an advantage (whether that human appearance is a stolen body, an
illusion or glamor, the creature's own fabrication or whatever) they can
 look... however they're meant to look. So it depends on the character's
 design and if you want to use it without giving them the advantage of appearing human.

'Course
 this 'advantage' can be rendered useless. I probably should have
mention this in the plot, but it's kind of common knowledge that many
demons don't belong in the world; like they are from some hellish plane
and somehow clawed their way into ours. (for the sake of the rp I'd say
the same for all creatures considered false men) It doesn't matter if
they were born in this world, cross bred with a human, and/or have never
 set foot in their 'homeland', they all retain a hellish aura type deal.
 This aura is of course invisible to the human eye, although there are
certain people who can pick up on it. (people who claim to be psychics,
spiritual mediums, etc.) Other that those people, the masons have
developed a few doohickeys to see this aura, including these
pocket-sized binocular/spectacle thingies. (I had it all reasoned out as
 to WHY these can see the aura; something about them being built with
holy water and certain minerals like iron or some derp)

Another
tool they have is a black light looking thing. This device is a lot more
 powerful than the spectacles and can light up the faintest trails of an
 aura, and was created to minimize the time wasted searching, as well as
 assure that a city has been completely 'cleaned'. How long before a
trail goes cold depends on the aura strength(ex., a demon fresh out of
the hell plane will have a much thicker, stronger aura and will leave a
longer lasting trail), but generally it only lasts a day, sometimes
less. When they stop picking up on auras, it's a pretty good indicator
that their work is done.

Sweepers hunt to kill; the exception
would be if they created a new weapon or device and needed to test it on
 something living, in which case a few victims would be needed in decent
 health for accurate testing.
Sweepers use
religious weapons. In earlier years it was believed that religious
symbols such as crucifixes were what was effective against false men,
but later it turned out it was also what the items were made of. I
mention earlier something about iron, but now after looking around
Google it looks most earthy minerals work against ...the unearthly. Also
 salt. ANYWAY these days they use the two together, and favor quieter
weapons such as crossbows rather than the loud boom of a gun. (arrows
work well in their favor because they can carve symbols in the heads and
 these carvings can trap liquids such as holy water -- double whammy)

Setting:
I imagined this plot to take place in a futuristic setting. Much of the world is barren desert, and the cities are ENORMOUS and extremely overcrowded. Most areas of these cities are filthy and in poverty, with very tall buildings and pretty much no green anywhere. It's a very dystopia/post-apocalyptic place. :/



RULES: 
*ALL MYTHICAL CREATURES ARE ALLOWED. The only reason I didn't mention any others in the plot and stuff is because Vampires and Demons in general are the two main groups the Masons have targeted. Don't be mistaken; if you aren't human/earth animal, Sweepers are looking for you.
*Be at least SEMI-LITERATE. I have a very low tolerance for those of you who can't seem to capitalize or punctuate properly... Buuuut it's not like I'm going to kick you out for a couple of typos here and there.
*Short posts are fine IF THE SITUATION ALLOWS. Short posts being NO LESS than four sentences.
*Obviously, NO GOD MODING OR POWER PLAYING. Honestly this rp will make your character seem insignificantly WEAK. Despite being squishy humans, the Sweepers are HARD TO KILL AND HIGHLY TRAINED. Vampires and most demons (those with elemental based powers; those with more unique abilities have a very slight advantage) will have the roughest time out of anyone because the Masons have expert knowledge of them and most other common creatures.
*You may have as many characters as you like as long as you can keep track of them all.
*Feel free to play a Sweeper. Sweeper characters are the only ones allowed to be a little god mody, however they are human and have no powers, demon blood, ties to any other characters, etc. The Masons HATE false men. They will not be your character's friend, lover, NOTHING BUT ENEMY.
*Your character is allowed multiple forms, but a limit of 3 powers.


I think that covers everything. >:u


List intros are fine.
DON'T ASK TO JOIN UNLESS YOU HAVE A CONCERN ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER'S ELIGIBILITY.
Just post! :D
For those of you NOT doing a list intro, give us a little info about your character anyway. :u
LIKE SO:

Here is the character I'll be using; scroll down for a better explanation of his powers and ignore the format the image is in.
[url=http://screeches.deviantart.com/#/d4pe6pm]
Just pay attention to the pic and the information below it. Ignore everything else. :I
(He has a demon form, but it will most likely not make an appearance because he tends to go a little berserk.)

Intro coming next. :V

((OH OH SEEEEEEE))

The widely placed streetlights don’t seem to lift any moods or provide a
 little security to those still wandering about after dark. Ordinarily
the pale light of the moon might help, however the thick cloud of
pollution constantly fed by the city’s various factories blocks it out
as any normal cloud would; minus the choking stench of car exhaust. Day
or night most light is lost, blocked off by the tightly packed buildings
 mainly consisting of apartments for the hefty population the city
struggles to support. The allies behind these towering projects are a
place no light ever seems to reach. They are packed with filth and
garbage and more often than not are hoarding an unnamed human corpse or
two. Most people would rather chew off a finger than venture into the
darkest allies, which makes them fantastic hiding places for the brave…
or incredibly stupid.

A cautious citizen, having the extreme
displeasure of passing by one of the deeper darker allies, jumps at the
sound of something stirring in the darkness. She halts and timidly looks
 into the alley for a moment before continuing on her way with newfound
urgency. As soon as she passes the mouth of the alley a small discarded
container skids roughly across the pavement and into the street be means
 of an irritable kick; the citizen bolts around a corner, leaving the
street completely empty. Once the sound of her fleeing steps faded a man
 steps out onto the walkway, looking off in the direction the woman ran
with little interest. As he starts crossing the street towards another
alley he starts rolling up his left shirtsleeve; the sleeve is slightly
wrinkled as he’s been rolling it up and down every few minutes for the
past hour. Like everything else he’s wearing, the button up shirt is
sort of dressy and charcoal black, and as such the blood staining his
sleeve wasn’t visible. The black clothes make his skin seem even paler
by contrast. As he entered the other alley he growled in disgust at the
wound on his forearm; somehow it looks worse every time he checks it.
Normally this kind of wound wouldn’t really bother him as it’s just a
cut, not even an inch deep and only three in length. However the
darkening veins surrounding it and the subtle scent of rotting flesh
that he soon suspect will not be so subtle tell him it’s definitely
something to worry about. With a low growl he rolls down his sleeve for
the billionth time and slightly quickens his pace. Ordinarily he
wouldn’t waste his time slithering through these back allies like a rat,
 but walking out in the open when there are so few people out and about
isn’t really an option. He’s almost positive he isn’t being followed
anymore, but he’s never been pursued like this before and doesn’t want
to take any chances.

While his eerie, bio-hazard-green eyes seem
 to glow and reflect like a cat’s in dim light, his night vision is only
 slightly better than a human’s. He swats a lock of his long dark hair
out of his face, as if that would make his vision any better. He stepped
 out of that alley and now stands before one of the tallest buildings in
 the area. The streetlights around it are especially bright, and
normally there would also be spotlights shining up at the building. This
 particular building recently had some unfortunate plumbing problems
with most of its floors and has been vacated for the last week or so. He
 doesn’t recall or particularly care what the building is for, but a
large empty place such as this is what he’s been looking for.

Can unicorns join :3

can i join?