[X] My Assistant

[Xion]

Hullo! Before you are thrown off with all of the spoilers, try reading it. It's a lot shorter than it looks. >.>

Angels and Daemons have been fighting since the dawn of time, being on the opposite sides of the Undead realm. Angels, the embodiment of light, are led by the Goddess. Daemons, pure darkness, are commanded by the Devil himself. It has swelled and ebbed, as natural disasters have with it.

As time progressed, the dead who resided in each realm began growing powerful, gaining abilities that they never should of and were never expected.
Those who gained power and resided in Heaven grew white, feathery wings and gained power over the Light and the Air. They became known as Angels, and fought for the Goddess in what became collectively known as the Army of Light.
Those who gained power and resided in Hell grew black, leathery wings and gained power over the Darkness and the Earth. They became known as Daemons, and fought for the Devil in what became collectively known as the Horde of Darkness.

At one time, the warring was so bad, even the oblivious humans, who cannot see the Undead, noticed that there were far more natural disasters than normal. This is when Tantalon the Judge, stepped in.
The Judge had watched the two war for many many years, but decided enough was enough. In an effort to stop the warring, Tantalon created Chaos Angels, a balance, the neutral. For nearly a century, this worked.

Then the Daemons started manipulating the Chaos Angels to work for them. Angels, noticing this, started to do it themselves. Soon, another war broke out, a bit worse than before.
Tantalon was enraged by the betrayal of the two entities, gave the Chaos Angels powers of their own. They themselves grew black feathery wings and wielded Fire and Water.
This made the Chaos Angels much more valuable to the Angels and Daemons. The Chaos Angels are being pursued to join one side or the other. To start destroying. To participate in the Undead War.

The Army of Light has descended, and all Angels are on Earth to fight for the Light. The Horde of Darkness has risen, and all Daemons are on Earth to fight for the Darkness. The Chaos Lords have arrived, to fight for neutrality and the peaceful co-existance of the realms, but if they have to fight for peace, what are they really achieving?

Each race has their own type of magic. For Angels, it's Magick. Daemons, Magik. Chaos Angels have Magyk.

What they can learn is as follows:
Angels: Light/Air
Daemons: Darkness/Earth
Chaos Angels: Water/Fire

Each also have special abilities.
All that have wings can fly, obviously. But there is a catch: Any that kill a human loses their wings. Daemons are slightly telekinetic, Angels slightly telepathic, Chaos Angels can see the future in reflective surfaces infrequently on demand, although is sketchy.

Class Structure:
Angels: Arch Angel, Guardian, Angel; Fallen.
Daemons: Upper Echelon, Lower Echelon, Soul-stealer; White Daemon.
Chaos: Over Lords, Lower Lords, Chaotics; Peacemakers.
Fallen, White Daemons and Peacemakers are those who have lost their wings.

Present day Earth. A war is coming, one that will define the afterlife for the rest of eternity. The Angels have descended with their army of light, the Daemons have risen with their hordes of darkness, and the Chaos Angels are stuck in between, wielding opposing elements. No human may be harmed, for that is against High Law. Any of the after-lifers that are then killed again shall not rise until the end of time. The decision has been made. The War begins.

Weaponry: Anything that requires you to be closer than 2m to hit someone is allowed. The only long ranged weaponry are bows and arrows. There are no exceptions.

Regeneration after a short period of time, during which the after-lifer is more vulnerable to die again. Regeneration is automatic, and does not require any energy. It can be done even on the brink of re-death.

There are two way to become an after-lifer: you die as a human or born one.
How good/bad you are determines what type of after-lifer you are. Chaos are nuetral.
Born after-lifers age like normal people, however they can stop their aging whenever they choose. There is no backwards aging, however.

1. Each and every GTS+ rule applies.
2. This is literate. This may seems stupid, but it's not. This means correct punctuation, grammar, ect. Also, at least 3 sentences per post. That's not too hard, is it?
3. When in doubt, ask.
4. For the most part, my word is law. And Master Doctor's. This was his initial idea.
5. 2 charries per person.
6. The secret word is Bunny. Firah. Gadgets.

Note: Not all of this is my doing. I'm not that good. Half of this goes to Master Doctor. Thanks Dex~
Special Note: Chaos Angel, or Sunny, actually prompted the idea of Chaos Angels. We twisted her initial idea, but still.

Forms and whatnot will be in the next post.

This post has been edited by Xion: Jan 28 2011, 04:00 PM

[Xion]

Before I start posting the forms: The Judge, the Goddess and the Devil are NPCs. This means no one technically plays them, but they are still apart of the roleplay. Not major major parts, however. That is what you guys are for~

Anywho. >.>

Name: First and last are appreciated.
Age: Real age, then the age they look, please~
Gender: Straight-froward, I should think. >.>
Class: Obviously there will be more lower ranks (Chaotics, Angels, and Soul-stealers) than the higher ranks.
Alliance: Chaos angel only. Read above to understand this more.

Magick/Magik/Magyk: One only, unless you are one of the few in the elite classes (High Echelons, High Lords, or Arch-Angels). However, their second magic is very finicky and is prone to not work the way they want it to.

Appearance: Preferably two to three long paragraphs, at least. Weapons, if any, also go here.

Personality: How does your character act around others? When alone? Under pressure? Anything really pertaining to how your character acts goes here. Two or three long paragraphs at least again, please.

History: Ah, yes. The dreaded history. This can vary in length, depending on how old your character is. A 50 year old character would have a much shorter history than, say, a 600 year old one. Also, if you were a human include that in here as well.

Secret Word?: This is necessary to be accepted.

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[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Class:[/b]
[b]Alliance:[/b] Chaos angel only. Read above to understand this more.

[b]Magick/Magik/Magyk:[/b]

[b]Appearance:[/b]

[b]Personality:[/b]

[b]History:[/b]

[b]Secret Word?[/b]

1. Frakus Genaisis - Master Doctor
2. Azerael Kunio - Wishful Jirachi
3. Uzziel Kunio - Wishful Jirachi
4. Khaos Zabat - Angel of Chaos
5. Artemys Zabat - Angel of Chaos
6. Seymara Kurin -Nightingale
7. Melissa VanEtten - Inhuman Rampage

This post has been edited by Xion: Jan 30 2011, 05:02 PM

[Pyrus Dexter]

Name: Frakus Genaisis
Age: 849 / 19
Gender: Male
Class: Over Lord
Alliance: Purely Neutral

Magick/Magik:Neither, he has Magyk! Fire primary, Water secondary

Appearance:
Frakus stands tall, at about 188cm (6'2"), and has a strong physical build. His skin is very pale, which contrasts against his short, jet black hair and bright red eyes. His face is quite sharp and angular, almost like it is pulled around his bones and made to fit. Though he looks adolescent, he has no facial hair growth, nor any skin blemishes.
He wears a tight, white long shirt with no markings on it, long, black pants covered in pockets and straps, black, unmarked, seamless joggers, black socks and a long black trench coat, with the collar turned up. The inside of the trench coat is lined with red velvet. He also wears black leather gloves and black, sunglasses with an MP3 player built in, because he gets bored often and easily.
Built into the back of his trench coat are two sheaths which cross over. The left sheath holds a katana, slightly curved, with a red and black blade (like this) and a black leather hilt grip. The right sheath holds a hand and a half sword with a winged guard.
Frakus' wings have a full span of just over 2 meters, but he usually keeps them folded up to his back. He does have a large gash just above the wing joint of his right wing, but it doesn't inconvenience him. Both his jacket and his shirt have holes for his wings, though taking either his jacket or shirt off is extremely difficult, and putting them back on even more so.

Personality:
Frakus hardly ever speaks, preferring silence to unnecessary words. He would rather act in doubt that wait for an opinion that he doesn't value.
Frakus doesn't mind being alone at all, and he also doesn't mind being around or with a small group of people. He despises large groups of people, especially public crowds, and he will avoid them at all costs.
Due to being a Chaos Angel with no allegiance, he doesn't take sides very often at all, and between an Angel and a Daemon he would rather just walk away. He will help other neutral Chaos Angels if he can, but he will always put himself first.
In his eight and a half centuries of life and after-life, he has never found love, and he doubts he ever will. All of his other emotions have slightly faded, and he rarely shows any emotion but despair at his seemingly eternal task to bring Heaven and Hell together in peace.
However, once, a long time ago while he still had his emotions at full potential, he fought both an Angel and Daemon at the same time, as they both sought to wound him enough to capture him. It was a three way battle, and none of the three were yielding so the Daemon did something that is extremely frowned upon: he tried to maim Frakus' wings. He succeeded, and left a large gash just above the joint on the right wing. Frakus responded by becoming extremely angry and due to his anger he managed to destroy both the Angel and Daemon single-handedly.

History:
Frakus was born as a human on the day that Thomas á Beckett was consecrated as Archbishop of Canterbury, which is June 3rd, 1162. This is also the same year Genghis Khan was born.
Frakus' birth name was actually Alexander Smithe, and he lived in southern England as a peasant's son until he was 13. 5 weeks after his 13th birthday, the boy named Alexander Smithe was murdered for sport by a gang of young men who thought they could take the town for themselves.
Alexander Smithe had lived a very quiet life, not doing anything to draw attention to him in either a positive or negative manner. He stayed out of trouble, but if he could help it he didn't do anything to help himself or others. It was this neutrality of life that re-created him as a Chaos Angel to walk the Earth again.

Beginning life as a Chaos Angel was difficult, as he was still only a child and a very quiet one at that. For a few years he didn't age, then he was told that if he chose to he could age normally, but he must be careful with that decision because you could not age backwards.
He then spent 6 years aging until he looked and 'was' 19. For the first hundred years of his new life, he stayed with a small group of also relatively new Chaos Angels, having being killed in the twenty years of anarchy while Stephen, grandson of William the Conqueror, was on the throne some twenty years before.
To his surprise, the new-born Alexander Smithe grew powerful quickly, having achieved the power required to be called a Lower Lord after 87 years of his new life. However, he did not take this title, as he believed it belonged to those of nobler human birth.
It was another hundred years before he was convinced he could claim the title of Lower Lord, during which he was still growing powerful. He had separated from the other Chaos Angels and walked the Earth alone, as he did not want to fight on either the Angels or Daemons side. He believed the war was pointless, as neither would or could win in his opinion.
However that didn't stop both an Angel and a Daemon tracking him at the same time, trying to capture him and turn him to their own side. Eventually they did catch up to him, but he fought them both and destroyed them after the Daemon maimed his right wing. He could not fly on his wing now, so he walked the land, hiding his wings, living in the shadows of human society as it advanced through the ages.
By the time of Leonardo da Vinci, he had regained use of his wing and was able to fly, but he chose not to as he would be easier spotted by other after-lifers. He had not wasted his time though; Alexander Smithe had spent his time amongst the humans, learning and gaining wisdom. The humans never knew that a Chaos Angel watched over them; for a time even da Vinci himself was watched, though Alexander found it hard to read Italian, let alone backwards.
By the mid 17th century of human history, Alexander Smithe had amassed a power greater than many Chaos Angels could ever hope to achieve. He did not like the idea of rising to be a Chaos Angel, but after some more years he decided he would take the title, but he would take it with a new name.
And so he became Frakus Genaisis, an Over Lord of the Chaos Angels. He had never guessed that his after-life would become so important, as now he was a Chaos Angel which was known by many others. Both the Angels and Daemons sought his allegiance, forcibly and pleadingly, but he would choose sides. Many other Chaos Angels sought to be with him for their own protection, but he would not let them. He believed that everything happens for a reason, but each person should find the reason on their own.
Frakus lived through the 18th, 19th and 20th century without incident, except that he once fought off several Lower Echelon Daemons who sought to capture him.
When the 21st century arrived, Frakus could tell something was about to happen, something that would change the after life for the rest of eternity. He knew that the war was reaching a peak, but he had no desire to be part of it.
He now flies the globe constantly to avoid being discovered.

Secret Word?

Bunny >.>

And so, Frakus Genaisis, an Over Lord of the Chaos Angels, has come...

[The Ghostly Bane...]

Name: Eliyan Almora
Age: 99/18
Class: Guardian
Alliance: Angels

Magick/Magik: Light

Appearence: Eliyan is about 5ft and 9.2 inches. He does'nt look muscular. He has white/pink skin, with short ginger hair. His eyes are blue. He has a oval face. He has some freckles. On his neck, he wears a cross.. He wears a grey suit, with a blue tie. On his legs, he wears blue Jeans, with conversers. His side his suit is his bow, and a sword.
His wings are as long as the average door. They tuck in, making them shorter and more comfortable. His wings will rip through his shirt.

Personality: Eliyan is a very cheerful guy, forever seemingly happy. He loves people, and pretty much becomes a freind with who ever he trusts. However, inside, he is full of greif, and sadness. Say anthing about the murder of him and his family, and he will become depressed, for hours, even days.

History: Eliyan was born as Thomas Sandeson, in 1882, 2nd June. He lived in south east England. He was a son of a very rich family, and lived in a manor. Twenty years into his life, he went back to the manor after going to a party. He found the manor on fire, with his parents, and younger sister, dead. However, as he looked at their bodies, someone stabbed him, beat him up, then shot him.

His life as an angel was depressing at first. Sure, he had his family, but he had died, and they had died. He could no longer take it, and left them. He was accepted into the Army of Light, and trained there for most of his "life". He had remarkable sword skills, and was good at using his powers. However, he failed at ranged weaponry.
After 30 years of being in the AoL, he became Guardian.
During his free time, he would fly down to earth, and see what was happening. At the beggining of the 21st century, he felt something was wrong. He now goes around, hunting daemons. He has become modernised, and knows alot of the modern world, because of his visits.

Secret Word?:

Bunny >.>

This post has been edited by The Ghostly Banette: Feb 11 2011, 07:02 PM

[Wishful Jirachi]

Name: Azrael Kenio
Age: 312/ 19
Gender: Female
Class: Soul Stealer
Alliance: N/A

Magick/Magik: Darkness

Appearance: Pic She has red hair that reaches to just below her shoulder bones while having fair skin and being 6'3'. She has simple little black wings that reach no farther then her arm length when spread out wide. She is completely blind however and wears a red cloth over her eyes. Her dress reaches her ankles as her sisters does but is not in the style of the Greek Gods. Her dress ties at the waist with a red ribbon that is defined by two gold strips of color.

The dress trims at the top of her chest to frill out and create a one sleeve, which is short. Also around her neck is a red cloth that ties to the top of the dress in a noose fashion. She also wears a viking style hat with a small trail. Her only 'deformity' like her sister is that of burns upon her feet and legs from when they were killed.

She has no enhancements for her powers. Her greatest problem when in competition against the Angels is when a Light user is in battle because their two powers pretty much cancel each other out however she makes up for this through her rather long spear/sword like weapon that has a rather large hilt or nob on the end. The blade consists of numerous folded sections that dip into a point. The weapon stands four feet tall.

Personality: Azeal has a grim look on the world while seeming harsh. She likes to try to corrupt the natural balance in objects located on Earth. Her specialty is convincing others to follow her ways. She also has a burning passion for pain and suffering after the manner that her death took part in.

The only person she normally speaks to is her sister, but being on different sides and definitely with the war going on they are having trouble keeping communicated. The two of them are sometimes thought of as traitors for keeping in contact and never seeming to battle one another, which has caused them to have to fight.

Because she is blind it means that her powers and other senses are slightly increased, meaning that she can beat her sister if pushed to her limits despite the fact that their elements cancel each other out however it takes some prompting to get her to reach this limit. She is strong minded and does not accept offers to join her sister.


History:She is the twin sister of Uzziel. Herself and Uzziel were born into an average family with a loving mother and loving father, but it was only a matter of time before that wonder was shattered. Their parents divorced and the two of them split up, separating the twins along with them. Azreal and Uzziel were fourteen at the time of their parents separation and they both despised it.

They were smart girls and were able to sneak out to meet each other, but the change was very hard for the pair, particularly Azreal because of her blindness. She had to learn a whole new surrounding which of course pissed her off when she wasn't able to function properly. It didn't help when others tried to help but when Uzziel tried, Azreal was willing to let her help as they had retained the bond they had formed when little.

However, unknowing to their parents and the pair, a killer was stalking their footsteps and he struck one day. It was simple, capture the pair, take them to some location no one would fine, and kill them. Both girls were surprised when captured but even more so when they found out that their sibling was captured as well. This caused them both to feel the need to sacrifice themselves to save the other. But they were unable to save either of them.

Uzzriel's killing was done by burning. The killer coated ropes with oil and then made a trail in a particular design that for some reason meant something extra special, something the two of them didn't find out until they had died. The symbol that Uzzriel was placed within was that of God while the symbol that Azreal was placed within was that of the Devil, locking their fates.

Azreal was killed by hanging and the two girls simply stared at each other as the killer had them gagged and they were unable to help each other nor themselves. Tears streamed down their faces as they knew that they were going to die but they were unaware of the life that they would live after their death. The killer then set the ropes on fire, burning and suffocating Uzzriel while burning the single rope that held Azreal alive, killing her and burning her legs. After Azreal's death, she became a Daemon and has ever sense worked their pain.

Secret Word? Bunny


Name:Uzziel Kenio
Age: 312/19
Gender: Female
Class:Angel
Alliance: N/A

Magick/Magik: Light

Appearance:Pic She has long bird shaped wings that are slightly longer then she is tall, 5’ 11’. Her eyes are bright blue while her hair is a white-ish silver color. Her hair is long and straight, reaching just above her ankles, while her bangs flare out a little on her forehead. Her skin is fare except for one rather large scar that is located on her right hand from an intense burn. This scar twists around her hand as a rope was wrapped around her hand and wrist and then set on fire.

Her cloths consist of a simple but elegant dress made of soft silk. It is done in the style of the Greek Gods as it wraps around her shoulders and ties at the waist. The dress itself reaches a length of just above her hair line. She also wears sandals, in the same fashion of the dress, as they are silver and have straps that hold it on her foot. These straps go to a little ways above her ankle, up her leg. Upon her neck is a simple necklace of silver with a small purple gem encrusted in it.

She does not have any particular weapons of choice, however her necklace is used as a sort of focal point. It has no real power to wither her powers function but is simply a tool that helps her focus. Her hands are the other main focal point for her energy as that is the release point. Her greatest problem when fighting the Daemons is when a Darkness user is in battle because their powers pretty much cancel each other out. She does own a basic sword but does not use it often.

Personality: Uzziel is caring and wants to restore the natural balance of objects located on Earth. Her choices are final and she will fight as hard as possible to keep them that way. One of her greatest abilities is to be able to convince almost anyone that whatever she thinks is truly the correct and best choice.

Her closest friend is her sister. Being on different sides and definitely with the war going on they are having trouble keeping communicated. The two of them are sometimes thought of as traitors for keeping in contact and never seeming to battle one another, which has caused them to have to fight, which she strongly apposes.

Sometimes she worries for her sister because she doesn't know what it's like to be a member of the Daemons and honestly if she could she would join just to be with her sister, but because of the circumstances of their deaths they can never change sides.


History: he is the twin sister of Azrael. Herself and Azrael were born into an average family with a loving mother and loving father, but it was only a matter of time before that wonder was shattered. Their parents divorced and the two of them split up, separating the twins along with them. Azreal and Uzziel were fourteen at the time of their parents separation and they both despised it.

They were smart girls and were able to sneak out to meet each other, but the change was very hard for the pair, particularly Azreal because of her blindness. She had to learn a whole new surrounding which of course pissed her off when she wasn't able to function properly. It didn't help when others tried to help but when Uzziel tried, Azreal was willing to let her help as they had retained the bond they had formed when little.

However, unknowing to their parents and the pair, a killer was stalking their footsteps and he stuck one day. It was simple, capture the pair, take them to some location no one would fine, and kill them. Both girls were surprised when captured but even more so when they found out that their sibling was captured as well. This caused them both to feel the need to sacrifice themselves to save the other. But they were unable to save either of them.

Uzzriel's killing was done by burning. The killer coated ropes with oil and then made a trail in a particular design that for some reason meant something extra special, something the two of them didn't find out until they had died. The symbol that Uzzriel was placed within was that of God while the symbol that Azreal was placed within was that of the Devil, locking their fates.

Azreal was killing by hanging and the two girls simply stared at each other as the killer had them gagged and they were unable to help each other nor themselves. Tears streamed down their faces as they knew that they were going to die but they were unaware of the life that they would live after their death. The killer then set the ropes on fire, burning and suffocating Uzzriel while burning the single rope that held Azreal alive, killing her and burning her legs. She remains an Angel, preserving the balance.

Secret Word?Bunny


(Xion, hope you don't mind whatever I did. Anything wrong let me know and I'll change for sure)

This post has been edited by Wishful Jirachi: Jan 25 2011, 04:38 PM

[Xion]

Okay. In order~

@Dex: You meanie, making me read all of that. You're accepted. >.>

@Ghostly: It seems a bit short and you capitalised in the middle of the sentence. For now, denied.

@Wishie: Two? TWO? Oh geez. >.> The ritual thing seemed a bit strange, but after a small discussion with Dex, we decided that this would be allowed as kind of a one time thing. Very good (though the histories were obviously copyapasta, what else could you do with twins?). Accepted.

Time to change the first post. >.>

[Wishful Jirachi]

Okay. In order~

@Dex: You meanie, making me read all of that. You're accepted. >.>

@Ghostly: It seems a bit short and you capitalised in the middle of the sentence. For now, denied.

@Wishie: Two? TWO? Oh geez. >.> The ritual thing seemed a bit strange, but after a small discussion with Dex, we decided that this would be allowed as kind of a one time thing. Very good (though the histories were obviously copyapasta, what else could you do with twins?). Accepted.

Time to change the first post. >.>

Yah, the ritual things I was kind of unsure about but I thought it was interesting so thought I would give it a shot and duh they were copyapasta. Thanks as well. =D

This post has been edited by Wishful Jirachi: Jan 26 2011, 04:33 PM

[LarkortheNightin...]

Name: Khaos Zabat
Age: 126 / 16
Gender: Female
Class: Peacemaker
Alliance: Angels

Magick/Magik: Water

Appearance: Khaos is rather tall for her appearance age, standing at 5'11". She, like her sister, is very slim and lightweight, weighing only 110 pounds. She has rather pale skin and light blue hair that reaches her knees, and her deep blue eyes always appear as if she's keeping a secret. Her face is almost always hidden under the hood of her cloak, and she almost never smiles. She walks with a pronounced limp on her left leg.

For clothes, Khaos's taste is even darker than her sister's. She wears a very dark gray cloak with the hood pulled up. The sleeves are too long for her and usually hang over her hands, making great hiding places for her two twin daggers. Underneath the cloak she wears a too-small white t-shirt and very short white shorts, both of which look like they haven't been taken care of. No matter what the weather, Khaos almost always wears knee-high purple-and-white socks and brown shoes. In the back of her cloak she hides a five-foot staff with one three-inch blade on each end. The staff is her main weapon and she is very proficient with using it, as she has had a lot of practice.

Personality: While human, Khaos almost never interacted with anyone, keeping to herself as much as possible. She was never greedy or selfish, but she was never generous or selfless either. She never gained anything and she never lost anything, and she liked it that way. She would almost never speak, even when spoken to. She lived her life day by day remaining unnoticed and without any friends, other than her sister, of course. Khaos would do anything for her sister--as long as it didn't require any human contact.

As a chaos angel, Khaos isn't much better. However, she does speak much more often, though she is still very restrained in what she says, never sharing any personal details, especially about her life. She is rather quiet about her beliefs, and so has never told anyone but her sister that she believes the war is pointless, and she would rather not choose a side. However, since she still cares about her sister and wishes to protect her, she is staying with the angels... for now.

History: Khaos lived her whole life in a small coastal town in Virginia. She was two years old when her sister, Artemys, was born. From the moment they saw each other the two girls were best friends, depending on each other for everything and always protecting each other as well as they could. Khaos was always the quiet sister, and definitely the more cautious of the two. However, there was no doubt that she was the wiser and more mature of the two.

When Khaos was ten, the girls' parents died in a car crash. As they were not a wealthy family to begin with, Khaos and her younger sister were forced to live on the streets, working wherever they could to make just enough money to buy a slice of bread to split between them. It was a rough life, but Khaos always swore that she would never abandon her sister, and that they would stay together until the day they died.

That day came all too soon. Khaos and Artemys were alone in the middle of winter, sitting together in a back alleyway and trying to stay warm. A strange man came and joined them, and Artemys welcomed him, thinking he was just another homeless man come to share their warmth in the middle of a frozen wasteland. Khaos turned her back for a moment to start a fire... and she heard Artemys scream. She turned and saw that the man had stabbed her sister with a knife. Khaos reached for her own dagger, but the man was too quick, and before she could react he had killed them both.

Khaos was reincarnated as a Chaos Angel, while her sister became an Angel. They have both been dead for a hundred and ten years, and each has mastered one magic. However, for Khaos, mastering the magic was not enough. She had always vowed to protect her sister, and when it mattered most, she had failed. Khaos searched endlessly for the homeless man that had killed them. When she finally found him, he was still huddled in that same alley, and again it was the dead of winter. Khaos entered the alley, keeping her wings hidden under her cloak, and sat with him, looking for all the world like a friendly stranger looking for some company. When the man wasn't paying attention, Khaos drew her dagger and stabbed him.

When she realized what she had done, Khaos dropped her dagger and stepped away from the man. She ran from the alley and took flight, trying to make it out of the city. She rose higher and higher, until she met an Over Lord of the chaos angels in midair. In a panic, she tried to turn away from him, but already her wings were starting to disappear--black feathers spiraled to the earth as Khaos tumbled, landing hard on her left leg and seriously injuring it. To this day she walks with a limp and is shunned from among the ranks of all but the angels. For six years now she has been planning to escape, and she vows that when winter comes again, she will put her plan into action.

Secret Word? Firah

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Name: Artemys Zabat
Age: 124 / 14
Gender: Female
Class: Angel
Alliance:

Magick/Magik: Air

Appearance: Artemys is slightly taller than the average fourteen-year-old, standing at 5'6". She is extremely light, weighing only 105 pounds. Artemys has a very young, innocent face framed by steel-blue hair which can seem a variety of colors in different lightings. Her large, ocean-blue eyes dominate her face and give her a very sad and innocent look.

Despite being an angel, Artemys has a slightly darker taste in clothing. She wears a navy blue frilly sleeveless dress with an intricate pattern of straps on the top, with a large dark blue bow in her hair. She wears a matching ring on her right hand. As far as wings, Artemys has very small white feathered wings, furthering her cute and young appearance.

Personality: Artemys has always been very kind, caring, and extremely selfless. She will never care about her own health or safety, and will always give everything she can to help anyone in need, even if they wouldn't do the same for her. She goes so far as to hide her own emotions so she won't hurt anyone. She always appears happy and bubbly, even when underneath she may be angry or jealous or stressed. She is so compassionate that she would rather hurt herself than see anyone else hurting. It was this kindness that made her an angel, instead of a chaos angel like her sister. Artemys is also very peaceful, and never carries a weapon.

History: Artemis lived her whole life in a small coastal town in Virginia. She was Khaos's younger sister by two years. From the moment they saw each other the two girls were best friends, depending on each other for everything and always protecting each other as well as they could. Artemys was always the friendly and social one, always having new friends to talk to and never being overly cautious with anyone. However, it was always apparent that she was the more naive and innocent of the two, which Khaos obviously saw as a danger to her health, and often tried to 'correct' her behavior.

When Artemys was eight, the girls' parents died in a car crash. As they were not a wealthy family to begin with, Artemys and her older sister were forced to live on the streets, working wherever they could to make just enough money to buy a slice of bread to split between them. Artemys knew that Khaos was doing everything she could to keep them both alive and healthy, and she always did her best to show how much she appreciated her sister.

One day when Artemys was fourteen, she and Khaos were alone in the middle of winter, sitting together in a back alleyway and trying to stay warm. A strange man came and joined them, and Artemys welcomed him, thinking he was just another homeless man come to share their warmth in the middle of a frozen wasteland. Khaos turned her back to the two to start a fire, and out of the corner of her eye she saw the man draw a hunting knife. She screamed and tried to get away, but he was too fast, and he stabbed her. The last thing she saw was the man turning towards her sister, and her last thought was one of terror--not for herself, but for her sister.

Artemys was reincarnated as an angel, while her sister became a Chaos Angel. They were met by an Archangel shortly after their death, and they both gratefully joined what Artemys considered to be their new family. However, she could always tell that Khaos was never entirely happy. Artemys was not happy with the fighting either, but she did as much as she could to help the army without directly hurting others. Artemys mastered the magic of air, and applied its uses to healing the wounded angels and chaos angels on their side. Being how she was, Artemys often took little trips out into neutral territory, or areas where battles had just been conducted. She tended to any wounded she found, doing her best to save them from destruction. It didn't matter to her whether she was healing a daemon, angel, or chaos angel; she treated them all with equal respect.

One day when she returned from one of her adventures, she found Khaos returning to the camp, on foot and limping severely. Artemys rushed to her sister, and to her shock and concern she saw that Khaos had lost her wings. She immediately understood what happened. The Guardians came and understood as well, and they wanted to banish Khaos from the ranks of the angels for her deed. However, Artemys pleaded with them, giving logical reasons as to why Khaos should stay. The Guardians eventually agreed to let Khaos stay, but under watch. Artemys did not argue with them, as half of her was frightened for her sister, and wanted Khaos to be kept safe through any means necessary.

Secret Word? Firah

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They're both done. Just a question, though, Catri/Alex... would I be allowed to have one more character, perhaps? ^^; *had an awesome idea while writing Artemys's history*

This post has been edited by Angel of Chaos: Jan 30 2011, 11:14 AM

[Xion]

Sunny, for the most part you are good. One little minor mistake, so you are accepted. Though I ain't adding her until Arty is done. No need to edit twice. >.>

[Raziel]

Name: Seymara Kurin
Age: 800-something. She stopped counting, since she halted it at 18 anyway. Her identification card tells her age to be 21.
Gender: Female
Class: Chaos angel ~ Over Lord Lady
Alliance: Neutral

Magick/Magik: Magyk. >D Water primary, fire secondary

Appearance:
If Seymara is seen by anyone, no matter which side, she would probably be taken for an angel simply by her looks. Her hair is so light blonde, it looks white, only if one were to take an extremely close look they would notice it is actually blonde. It is long and straight, falling down to her hip easily, if not a little further by now. She rarely has it restricted, the only case would be some armor around her forehead. However most of the time it is parted on the left side of her head, covering her right eye. Besides that, she has the hair right next to her face, behind her ears, braided into thin braids which are still behind her ears.
Her eyes are weird. While her right one, which is covered most of the time, is a dark navy blue, like the sea, her left one has a sparkling golden color, deep and mysterious. It seems to scan people she looks at.
Seymara's body frame is somewhat fragile looking, but seriously, don't EVER underestimate her. She is thin, yes, but she has more muscle than fat. Way more. Also, she was trained to be extremely bendable, making her a very good battler. However, though bendable and agile, she is slow in movement in other ways, like running or flying.
Her skin is very pure, as usual for an immortal, and very light to the point of shimmering white in moonlight. She looks like a ghost then...

As for clothes... Sey never adjusts to the seasons. She simply doesn't bother to and will use fire to warm herself if necessary. For upper wear, it's a dark blue neck-holder top, rather tight but not restricting her in and way. Around her neck is a pale blue scarf, silver strings woven into the ends of it. It is wrapped so the two ends fall down over her back. For lower wear, she uses black leggings down to just above her knees and a white skirt, which reaches just to about her mid tights, slits located on the right and left side going all the way up to her hip.
Her shoes are black, flat boots, somewhat too wide, going up to a little below her knees. The have several buckles on them, but are very light, with the exception of the steel part on the bottom of them. But hey, she's strong enough...
She uses little jewelery. Merely two silver rings decorate her right thumb and ring finger. A silver bracelet is wrapped around her left lower arm multiple times.

If necessary, she uses armor. It consists of a silver crow-like protector around her forehead, a chest plate and one for the lower back, which fits her perfectly of course, and arm and leg-protectors, along with heavier boots. She prefers to only use it in the most dire situation however, which is very very rare.
As for her weapons, she carries them all the time. The consist of two Butterfly Swords, extremely short swords which are deadly on close range, inside her boots, where she can take them from quickly, but they don't hinder her. Other than that, she also carries a scythe. It is bound to her back with a leather belt around her upper body, from the right shoulder to the left hip. She can rebuild it into a sickle only.

Speaking of her back, that is where her wings are located. They are black feathered wings, and she is very careful to not have them hurt. Also, she has them halfway unfolded most of the time.

Personality:
Seymara‘s personality doesn‘t suit her role of ending the war. While she was born a Chaos Angel, never a human, she doesn‘t show any interest in them. Also, she couldn‘t care less about the fights between angels and daemons… In her opinion, that is their problem, and if they want to fight, how nice for them, let them be.
However, of course that wasn‘t a very good opinion for someone born a Chaos Angel, so she had to learn either way. She learned fighting with a scythe and with short swords, learning to be strong and bendable. She didn‘t mind doing it, having nothing else to do, and just went along with it. This attitude she has kept until now, not objecting to may things since she doesn‘t care what she does with her life. If she takes a liking to something, she will do it, if not, she will ignore it, easy as that.

That did however, result in her being a loner. When her training was complete, she was sent off to earth to study her elements, and because she chose to learn water control first, she was sent off to the coast. This time there was lonely and taught her one is alone often, and that one should not depend on anyone. So she trained to be as independent as possible.

She grew to dislike crowds and in general more than a few people at once, and developed a habit of getting away from larger groups than five people. However, curious as she has become, she stays nearby to get information.
When she is attacked, she fights back, but she doesn‘t kill. She harms to the point of unconsciousness, but never kills. The worst injury she would regularly inflict is a permanent disability. She would, however, not attack first. She has yet to realize there are worse things than death. Death seems to her like a cruel thing for the humans. She really isn‘t too happy about being immortal…

People see in her a weirdo and most of the time an enemy, but as soon as they get to know her, they understand her point fairly quick. She won‘t change her opinion either, not because of anything… Well, probably.
Also, she is viewed as a very honest and loyal person, which she is. Should somebody gain her trust, he will keep it forever, unless he betrays her. That would probably be the only situation in which she would kill someone for real.

Sey doesn‘t fear many things, in fact there is nothing that really scares her. She is, however, freaked out by spiders…
She loves the sea and the night, also, she can‘t stand feeling restricted. She needs to be able to fly out of wherever she is, or she will freak out a little. She still won‘t kill…

Lately, her view has changed. Something about this war feels off, and she is curious enough to want to know what. She suspects the war is worsening, and fears for her lifestyle, so right now she tries to stop a few minor quarrels without doing too much. As mentioned she only injures, not kills, and thus she has a very own style of solving things.

History:
Sey was born a Chaos Angel, and thus never experienced life as a human. She never had any interest in them or Angels or Daemons for that matter. Her parents, both High-Ranked Chaos Angels, always tried to convince her to really try and get strong to join the fighting, but never succeeded.

Still, as a Chaos Angel she was meant to stop the war, and thus had to learn how to fight. She was best in close sword combat and using a scythe, so those weapons were furthered in her training, resulting her in being a specialist for Butterfly Sword use and of course her scythe. Her training also focused on her becoming bendable to use her swords even more efficiently.
She was trained in a group with several others, and most of them were very eager to fight. She had trouble in the beginning, not training 24/7 like others in her group, but instead studying things like literature to kill her time. But when one day, she was beaten by another one, the trainer took her aside. He told her that if she wanted to remain training, she would have to put a little more effort into it. Seymara of course replied she did not want to fight, that the war was a stupid banter. Her trainer told her to rethink that, since after all she was born to stop it.
Sey got angry when she was told that, pissed off by the fact that her birth determined her fate. She ran off back home and stayed there.
The student who had beat her however, thought it might have been his fault, and came to talk to her. She told him what had happened, and that he didn’t blame him, and he asked her hat even if she didn‘t want to fight in the war, she should learn how to do it, since what else would she do with her life
That gave her a new perspective, and she promised herself to become a great fighter, even if only so she wouldn‘t be bored.
That motivation turned out to be enough, and under some intensive training, she got a great fighter with the others.

When her training in this form was over, she was to learn control over an element. She chose water, for it fascinated her more, and she wanted to know more about it. Because of that, she was sent to earth, to the coast of Spain, a part which was not populated at all. There, an older Chaos Angel taught her to control and shape water. She taught Sey everything about it‘s structure, how it moved and all that stuff, and soon became more like a big sister to Sey. They got along great, and learning actually was fun for Sey. She inquired to know more and discover more, she her teacher taught her one more thing she had developed herself, something normally one did not learn; how to control blood to a limited degree. Originally an offensive art, Sey rebuilt it to use it for healing purposes, too, like keeping wounds from bleeding too much. His art was a bit orienteering for her than fighting, because with this, she would be able to help people, not only slaughter them. As time passed, she learned some things about biology, too, and how to extract water from a person‘s body. However, she of course got better over time, it wouldn‘t last forever, and after quite a while, she finished her training here.

After that, she departed to be alone. She travelled the world, in fact even watched some important humans, but she could never quite find herself to be truly intrigued. While some humans were clever and good people, they still were only humans to her.
Sometimes, she would help random people who had been injured to survive, not wanting to make the war worse, an watched some people, too, like humans who watch pointless television series because they are bored.

However, about a hundred years later, after exploring the wildlife, even Sey got bored of that, so she returned to go on learning. She furthered her knowledge on blood control and began studying anatomy to use it efficiently. Still, her arts are more life-saving than actual healing. During this time, she met her old mentor again, and could pursuade hr to help her learn blood control further, and she established it to be a very useful skill of hers.
When she was done with that, she was offered to learn fire magic, and because she had nothing better to do, she agreed and began learning that. Her mentor in it was her old, very first trainer, who was glad to see her back. Because she somehow mustered up the motivation to want to show him she was still motivated, and she trained almost like crazy, impressing even the other trainees. During that time, she often visited her parents, too who once again tried to get her to join the war, which she once again declined. She began figuring out her parents would not stop, and so she decided to stay away from them rather than letting herself be annoyed.
So over the course of a few hundred years, she finished training all her arts plus fire to a high degree. It was a long and tiring process, but she did it.

After that, she left for earth again. Travelling it, she looked into the new culture, not quite finding herself able to like it, but got along with it. She still helped some random humans, but not to the same extend as before. She also met other Chaos Angels, and gained insight on the world a bit more, along with the war. Because of that, her view began to change, and she began to see the bigger picture instead of only ‚I don‘t care‘. Also, she saw the war getting worse an it began to feel strange to her, s now she is a little undecided, but tries to stop some minor quarrels…

Secret Word? Firah...


I think I'm done. :P

This post has been edited by Nightingale: Jan 28 2011, 09:53 AM

[Pyrus Dexter]

Fully accepted by me, no reservations what so ever. Accepted.

[Xion]

I'm gonna go fix the first post now. >.>

[Judool]

Name: Melissa VanEtten
Age: 364 / 20
Gender: Female
Class: Soul-Stealer
Alliance: N/A

Magick/Magik: Earth

Appearance:
Melissa stands at a short measurement of 5'4" She weighs in at 107 pounds, not being very muscular at all. She is very pale, a ghostly white. Her eyes are a grayish color, almost seeming to be white. They are often icy cold, a piercing gaze for those who even glance at her. Melissa's face is often expressionless as well, and it very hard for other people to tell is she is angered, or sad.

Melissa's hair is an odd shade of gray, with black mixed in it. Her bangs frame her face, and they often fall into her eyes. Her hair goes down to around the back of her knees, and it gradually gets darker in color. However, at the tips it seems to go back up to lighter shades of gray. She wears a black piece of cloth tied around her head, also.

For clothes, Melissa wears a long sleeved vest. It is black in color, but the fringe on the ends of the sleeves, the vest itself, and around the neck is white. On the upper part of the vest, it seems to puff out slightly. For lower wear, she wears a long black skirt. It is often dragging along behind her slightly. For shoes, she simply wears a pair of black boots.

Her wings are often tucked away, but she has two slits cut in the back of her vest so she can unfurl them if needed. When fully unfurled, the span of them is around 7 or 8 feet. She has a dagger in a hilt on her right boot. The handle is black, with arrays of swirls and circles carved into it. It is very sharp.

Personality:
Even though Melissa has a calm and expressionless look on her face, she is often thinking about death and people suffering. She is never truly happy at all, and she has never smiled once in all of her years. Melissa usually has a mess of random emotions swirling inside her. She can be confused and angry at the same time very easily.

Melissa is often quiet and reserved, not talking to people unless they speak to her first. She isn't shy, no. She just doesn't trust that many people. If she does manage to meet someone that she actually trusts, she will try and strike up a conversation with them often. It is fairly rare for her to make friends, unfortunately.

When Melissa is completely alone, she often seems to be talking to herself. Melissa usually rambles on about death and suffering, and about all the people she killed when she was alive. She also thinks about other things that happened when she was alive, and the moment of her death as well. She doesn't get emotional about it, no. It just fuels her insanity.

She is very sadistic and violent, even though she does not show it very often. She pictures herself killing people in gruesome and horrific ways. However, ever since she has died she hasn't laid a finger on anyone no matter how much they piss her off. She often just retaliates with words, not her fists.

Melissa is very easy to anger. Anything as slight as someone running into her irks her. If she is angered, she will often snap at people with rude remarks and sarcasm. After she had yelled at whoever angered her, she walks away to go and calm herself. It takes a fairly long time for her to calm herself, usually around an hour or so depending on how mad they made her.

History: Melissa grew up in a calm, quiet suburban area. All the kids in her neighborhood would often go outside, and play tag and kickball. Melissa, however, went into the forest. All of the kids were scared to death by it, but Melissa was fascinated by it. All of the unique plants and animal life intrigued her deeply. At the time of this, Melissa was only 7 years old.

After a day of exploring the forest, she would return home to see her parents rather unhappy with her. They would yell at her, and send her to bed without supper. By the time she was 10, she was doing fairly well in school. She would get A's and B's, with an occasional C in math. This was not enough for her parents. Her mother would call her a failure, telling her how stupid and worthless she was.

And when her father came home from a hard day at work, he was usually intoxicated. He would hit Melissa, often to the point where she ran away and spent the night in the forest. Melissa would then try to sneak back in, hoping that her parents wouldn't discover she came back.

This always failed. The punishment was worse when they found out she had ran from them. She was often deprived of food and water, and she was hit and beaten. She still tried to escape her home multiple times. Melissa would hide out in her neighbors tree house, and a boy, around her age would sneak his scraps from dinner up to her.

At age 11, Melissa was still being abused by her parents. Her grades dropped rapidly, and the punishments harshened. On the first report card she brought home, her grades were very bad, D's and F's. She was locked in a spider-infested cellar for months, only getting small amounts of food and a small cup of water every once and a while.

While locked in the cellar, Melissa slowly went insane, usually hearing voices. When her dad came down to check on her, he discovered she was talking to herself. She was actually talking to one of the voices, but it appeared as if she was talking to herself.

Her dad struck her multiple times, leaving her battered and bruised on the floor. Melissa laughed after he left, enjoying the pain of getting hit. She was so used to it, it felt as if someone was hitting her with a feather pillow.

Melissa was let out of the cellar a few days before her 12th birthday. Her parents paid no attention to her, not even looking her in the eye anymore. Melissa did not care. Late at night on her 12th birthday, she ran off into the forest, deciding to leave home for a while. She was not sick of the beatings, no. She just wanted a change of scenery.

She quickly found a spot with clean water, and multiple fruit trees. Melissa, being very skinny, ate as much fruit as she could, cleaning them off in the crystal blue waters. Time passed, and she used a sharped stick to carve tallies into the ground as each day passed. The winters came slowly, coldness sneaking upon the quiet little forest. The leaves began to fall from the trees, and the fruit became rotten and it fell too. Melissa looked at the tallies on the ground. Her 13th birthday was nearing.

At the first sign of snow, Melissa went back home. She vowed to return to the forest when the first sign of snow melting appeared. The walk home was harsh, it was snowing rapidly, and the winds were picking up. If she had not explored the forest so well, she surely would have gotten lost.

When she returned home, she expected to be beaten. Her expectations were correct. She was hit multiple times, and a few times by her mother. This was surprising to Melissa, since her mother had never struck her before. It was all the same to her, though.

Melissa was once again thrown in the cellar. Her 13th birthday passed, and not even a word from her parents. They would only come down to give her a slice and a half of bread, and a small cup of water. Her weight rapidly decreased from what it was when she was in the forest.

Another grueling year passed, and she was now 14. Her parents were still feeding her, but she was very underweight. After another few months of being locked up, they let her out. The first thing she noticed was the forest. It was gone. All the trees, animals, and bushes were gone. All replaced with houses. At that point Melissa snapped, and they voices were now telling her to kill.

And that it what she did. One silent night, Melissa grabbed a large cutting knife from the kitchen. Her parents would be the first to suffer. They made her suffer, so she would make them in turn suffer. She sneaked quietly up to their bedroom, and opened the door quietly. She saw the two familiar forms sleeping peacefully. No movement was seen on then, only the rise and fall of their chests as they slowly breathed.

The moonlight glinted off of the knife she was holding, and she saw her reflection in it. There were bruises all over her face, and her gray hair was a mess. Dried blood was all over her. This made her even angrier. She gripped the handle on the knife so tightly, her knuckles turned white.

She quietly tip toed over to the side of their bed. She peered over at them, looking at their peaceful sleeping look. Melissa could hear the voices cheering her on, telling her to aim for the neck or heart. She had to do this carefully. She would kill her father first, since her mother would be incredibly easy to take down.

She raised the knife high over her head, the full moon casting her shadow on the wall. She brought it down with a very strong force, piercing it through her father's heart and then slicing his neck. The bedsheets and Melissa were stained crimson as her father's eyes bolted open. The light quickly escaped out of them as he slowly died. Her mother stirred, and began to sit up.

No. She would not let her live. She threw the knife at her mother, and it pierced her neck. Blood poured from her wound as she fell back, her eyes wide with surprise, and her mouth open with a soundless scream. Melissa took the knife back, and dashed down the stairs, grabbing gasoline. She doused the house, inside and out. She struck a match, and threw it at the gasoline soaked house. It instantly flared up.

She looked around as her neighbors came outside, screaming an panicking. "Call 911!" "Oh my god! Marty and Sabrina are still in there!" Oh how wonderful those cries were. Yet no one noticed the girl covered with blood holding a large bloodied knife.

She looked over at one of her neighbor's house. They had left the door open. An idea sprang into her head, as she sprinted towards it. She bolted through the house like a bat out of hell, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen. As quickly as she went in, she bolted out the back door. She mapped out the area of her neighbor hood, drawing in the houses and streets.

Melissa cursed as she realized she had forgotten a dice. She grabbed the knife, and stood up, hiding her map and pen underneath a bush. She ran back towards her neighborhood, out of breath. Melissa ran to her neighbors house, smashing through the glass in the back.

She felt the jagged edges cut her as she stepped inside. The house lit up as the family awoke. She pointed the knife at the first person to show up. It was her old childhood friend. Her eyes were icy and cold as she threw the knife at his heart. It must've missed by mere inches as he fell to the ground, writing in pain. He was still alive, for now. She pulled the knife out, and went to the main room.

Tearing through the cabnents, she finally found a board game with a dice and little playing piece in it. Perfect! She walked back to the kitchen, stepping on the boy's neck with great force. She wasn't sure if that killed him or not. She exited, trying to get back to the spot where she was before as fast as possible.

Once there, she rolled the dice, and moved her piece. It landed on a house a few down from hers. This would be her next victim. As she went on playing the Game of Death, as she called it, she got older and older. The police were often called to investigate, and the massacre was posted all over newspapers and the news.

Her game continued, and she picked up many unique weapons. One weapon that she kept was a dagger. IT was very useful to her since it was so sharp. Soon her game was coming down to a hault. Most of the houses were wiped out on the board. One night, when she was 18, the police came looking for her.

She had hidden in a small crawlspace in a house that she wiped out a few days earlier. She grabbed a few of her weapons, and went out into the open. The police did not notice her sneaking in the shadows until it was too late. They had been too slow to react after she had killed the first one. The last one was lucky enough to graze her arm with a bullet, but he was quickly downed as well.

She burned the house down, as she did with all the others. The neighborhood looked like it was a war zone. The streets were deserted, everything was scorched and burned, and the SWAT team had the perimeter surrounded. Why weren't they attacking her? Were they too scared of death?

After she had burned down the other remaining houses, she decided to go out towards the perimeter of the area, just to see what the SWAT team would do. With her trusty dagger on its hilt, she walked out into the open. Panic seemed to travel throughout the team, as they fumbled with their weapons, aiming them at her finally. She spread her arms out, showing she was unarmed.

A few people from the team carefully went out, and put heavy shackles on her wrists, ankles, and one around her neck. Melissa's Game of Death was over. She knew she was going to die. At least she would be remembered. She didn't even get thrown in jail at all, the guards brought her out to a large courtyard. A Fusillade squad was positioned all around her, and they were abut 6 meters away from her.

They raised their rifles. Melissa closed her eyes. Maybe she would get shot in the brain and have a quick death. The sound of gunfire rang out all around her as multiple bullets hit her. Her eyes bolted open, as her vision blurred as more bullets hit her. She tried to stay up, but the pain... Oh the pain was wonderful, but she couldn't stand. She fell to her knees, coughing up blood. She felt so weak. Blood poured from multiple wounds on her body, forming a large pool around her.

She then fell forward again, unable to catch herself since her hands were shackled behind her. Gunshots still rang out as she was pelted with bullets. The light slowly escaped her eyes as the edges of her vision went black. She closed her eyes, and let death take her over...

So this is what death feels like...

Secret Word? Firah.

Meeeh. I hope this is okay. o.e

[Pyrus Dexter]

Looks all good to me. Accepted.

[Xion]

@Sunny: Arty's personality is a bit short, but I suppose that since the history is quite long in contrast . . . .Accepted.

[Pyrus Dexter]

Sooooo...when do we start?

[LarkortheNightin...]

After I sing the DOOM song! Whenever.

Btw, for those of you who like vampires (the real ones, not Twilight), I has a new RP open for sign-ups called Blood and Water: link We only has three current accepted profiles and one(?) reserved, so there's still plenty of room! ^^

...Alex, if you dun sign up, I kill you. 'Til you're dead. That's worse. <.<

[Xion]

No dying RP!

Aight, so I just have to type up my charrie. Sorry for the lateness. . .

[Wishful Jirachi]

This doesn't have an rp thread yet right Xion?

[Xion]

Right. Sorry if that was unclear. XD