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Role-Play ("Havoc")

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  1. xxAngelOnFirexx

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    It doesn't matter what you beleive, it's fiction anyway so have a go at this. Okay here it goeswith the plot:

    So you thought angels could only stay in heaven? Wrong!! Hundreds of years ago after Heaven was established by God and his angels, a group of roudy angels began to stir up trouble. They would start fights with each other, bargin withe the devil, and some even began to rebel to the good ways of the Lord. So God cast them out to the earth where they could never gain re-entrance into heaven. Thot wanting to be destroyed in Hell the Fallen, as they called themselves, dispersed throughout the earth. Some began taking on human form. That's where the trouble began. With theses evil angels manipulating events in the world. Gods angels saw that this was happening and wiht the little power they had over events of the earth tried to help. The world may be doomed to the evil spirits or it may be handed back into the kingdom of God...

    Rules:
    1. Fallen (aka Ex-angels) must be in human form to meaningfully interact with Earth. Angels cannot take on human form. On Earth, Angels (and Fallen in "demon form") are naturally invisible to humans.
    2. Fallen and Angels are able to enter purgatory. When a Fallen dies in Human Form they go to Purgatory where they must reincarnate as a human. Here demons can meet face to face (in their dark angel form) with other full angels. Death in Purgatory means abolishment from existence.
    3. God cannot be controlled by anybody nor can he say anything. The only way be can communicate is through angels.
    4. No GODMODING (which is controlling other peoples characters or taking over the Role-play by killing other character
    5. ONE BIG THING i forgot to mention in the how to role-play section is: that you cannot affect another character unless the other person admits to it.
      ex: character one says: Jake swung a blow at Tom.
      character two says either: Tom got hit forcefully by a blow from Jake OR Tom ducked just in time to avoid a blow from Jake.
    6. Angels don't really have much powers besides flight, and natural fighting skills (like with weapons)
    7. Same goes for Fallen except they can transform (human form has no powers at all)
    8. You may choose to be either Fallen/Angel or Demon. A demon is essentially the same as an angel (ie - no human form), but of course enters Hell not Heaven.

    I'll post the first post when enough people have joined.

    GET IT??? (PM me if you don't. we can't have this thread clogged up)
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    Name: (if Fallen include both human and angel if not the same) (but post with Fallen name)
    Type: (angel or Fallen)
    gender:
    orientation(optional): (this really isn't much of a love story but it could be used if they wanted to manipulate others in that way...)
    Personality:
    Looks: (if Fallen both human and 'Angel' form)
    Weapons and such:
    Hstory:


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    My character:
    Name: angel: Marx, human: James
    Type: Fallen
    gender: male
    orientation: bisexual
    Personality: Cold hearted, very sneeky and manipulative. he enjoys torture and pain. very greedy.
    Looks: human: black slick backed hair, black eyes, and wears a gray suit and crimson tie
    Fallen: Black robes with crimson accents, Fiery red hair, blazing yellow eyes,
    weapons ect: a black wooden torch with flames
    History: Joined the Fallen recently for trying to strike a deal with demons. His human form reflects his soul in his old life as a lawyer.
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    Question: how do angels get around without being noticed by humans?


    Name: Anael
    Type: Angel
    gender: female
    orientation: straight
    Personality: Strong will, while she upholds the "holy laws" she tends to do so in her own way. Stubborn and vengeful; she will not stop until she gets what she wants.

    Looks: Golden waist hight hair, an ageless face that seems to glow against her white, skin tight dress. The gold thread of her dress shimmers in the sun.

    Weapons: Anael will usually carry with her a bow and quiver, blessed with arrows.

    History: Anael played a lead role in the creation of the world, as she stood by God's side during those eventful 7 days. She has vivid knowledge of nature and how it functions, and as such has an unnatural control over it.

    Her role on Earth was initially to maintain balance between the species and nature; however over the last hundreds of years her attention has been divided between her initial role, and that of hunting down the Fallen. She wants to see the Fallen fall once again, so that she can continue her role on Earth.
     
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    Name: Keri (angel) Alicia (human)
    Type: Fallen
    gender: Female
    orientation: Bisexual
    Personality: Keri doubts the perfection of God's plan, and believes life to be a pointless game of self-fulfillment, and one that she rather enjoys playing. Living in her distorted vision of the world, she seeks excitement in its many forms. While she puts forth a demeanor of independence and believes herself to be a loner, she often finds herself very lonely, which is when she is the most destructive. Keri rejects gifts, luxuries or anything that would improve her life. For as long as she can remember, she has believed herself unworthy and undeserving of good things.

    Looks: At one point among the most beautiful of the angels, Keri's appearance degraded as her life fell apart. In angelic form, her normally flawless pale skin is marred with patches of dirt and scrapes. Her formerly long, perfect blond hair is now dark brown, shoulder-length, frayed and disheveled. She wears tattered, dirt-stained white robes and an iron collar. In human form, her appearance is better kept. She has long, dark orange hair, lightly tanned skin and green eyes. She wears tan hiking boots, jeans and a tattered denim jacket under which lies typically plain tee-shirts.

    Weapons: Keri is a martial artist, and has never had need for weapons. On earth, she practices many styles that emphasize aggression, while her angelic style is graceful and artistic.

    History: Keri's existence has been a downward spiral. In the beginning, she was entrusted with great responsibilities and a leadership role, but as her outlook on life grew progressively more negative, she gradually lost everything in her angelic life. She no longer remembers the role she used to play, and as her peers attempted to help her, she fled to earth, too humiliated to accept their assistance, as well as convinced that she did not deserve to serve in heaven. On earth, she forgets her troubles by indulging in life's many pleasures, but tends to become destructive when she is particularly lonely, or reminded of the life she used to lead in heaven.

    Let me know if you need this edited.
     
  4. xxAngelOnFirexx

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    i think this needs at LEAST TWO more ppl to start. COME ON if you're a good writer you'll LOVE this!!
     
  5. xxAngelOnFirexx

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    Okay Anyone Can Join Once This Starts!!
     
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    Well he looks like this in his human form:
    http://www.venturablvd.com/michaels/man-in-suit.gif

    excpet more evil...:icon_twis


    You can post a pic of your person if you can find one on google or sumthing (i hate anime...)
     
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    Marx strolled slowly through the streets of New York. He wasn't going anywhere in particular. He had all the time in the world. Or all the time in forever that is. Being one of the mighty Fallen angels he was thrown to the earth, banned from heaven, and to him he only had one duty: to create Havoc. Yes, Havoc with a capital H as he called it. It was the name of his 'plan' his 'scheme' or as Marx simply put it, his 'revenge'.

    In his old life he had been a lawyer. Many judges called him 'spawn of the devil himself' and he was hated by many. How he got into heaven in the first place was really a mystery to him. But after making a bargin with the devil, one that he was promised to power and riches, only if he would give over 100 angels as slaves to Lucifer himself. After managing to hunt down and restrian a few of his own kind, did God see what he was doing and banish him to the earth for eternity, with no hope of readmintance to heaven.

    Angry and lost Marx decided that he would wrek as much descruction as he could on earth, and sidely working with the devil, to gain a high spot of power in Hell. When he got to earth he met many other Fallen, whom also wanted power. Instead of working with the other, he set himself aside from them, to work independantly for his own goals.

    Pestered occasionally by angels, he could enter purgatory and would fight them until they were weak and banished from the after-life. This was considered the most low and horrible punishment of all. Not going to either hell or heaven the soul of whomever has 'killed' would disapear for eternity and would completely die in both life and the afterlife.

    Since Marx was wondering around the earth till the end of time, he did not place himself at a place of 'celebrity' among the earth's people. For this reason he could alter events, but never had to 'die' so that his presence as a Fallen angel would never be discovered. And what would happen if it was? He would have to change appearance and start over with his deeds of evil in another country. No, it wasn't that bad, but that wasn't how Marx worked.

    Now walking toward New York's biggest bar, he entered and took a seat at the counter and ordered a shot of whiskey in which he downed. A few of the regulars stared at him in his neatly pressed suit and polished shoes for a second. Marx flashed his eyes at them until the looked away. He needn't be bothered in his 'down' time.
     
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    I spent about an hour on google image search looking for an appropriate picture...sure enough, I found none that fit precisely what I'm looking for. Who would have thought that it'd be tough finding a woman with long orange hair without turning to anime? ^^

    http://www.rentonww.com/stores/1/images/products/small/tn-66249.jpg

    This one fits Keri's human form clothing, mostly. It should just be an ordinary, plain t-shirt underneath the jacket, however.

    http://www.rpgamer.com/games/ad_d/icewind2/art/icewind2art03.jpg

    And this is as close as I could come for the hair. It's not quite that long, and sorry I couldn't find a photograph, but at least it's not anime ^^ now, I'm a bit colorblind...that hair looks orange to me, but if it's not, just imagine that it's orange :stuck_out_tongue_closed_eyes:
     
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    Keri awoke on the floor of a trashy New York appartment, surrounded by a dozen unconcious forms. Her head pounded with the worst imaginable migrane, every joint in her body ached, and she felt very cold. Slowly, she stood, and her eyes raked the insides of their sockets as she took in her surroundings. She had no memory of entering this appartment, nor did the recognize her fellows, but the rubber tourniquet around her right upper arm was all the explanation she needed.

    Pulling the rubber tubing off, she stumbled over to the bathroom for the all-too-familiar morning expulsion. She must have forgotten to eat again, because all that came up was bile. Cleaning herself off and relying on the walls around her for support, she made her way to the nearest window and opened it. The hot summer air blasted her in the face as she folded her arms on the window sill and leaned out. The street was buzzing, as usual, with humans rushing about, living their own trivial lives, intent on experiencing those few brief moments that made it all worth while.

    An unemotional shell, Keri let out a long sigh. This was the price she paid for the night that she could barely recall. The agony, the emotional drain, the memory loss, all side-effects that she believed she deserved to counter-balance the rather pleasant experience of the night before. While she sought out excitement in its many forms, she would not allow herself to keep any of it. She could not have anything positive in her life. She didn't deserve it, at least in her own eyes.

    Stretching briefly, Keri grasped either side of the window frame and leaped out, falling two stories before alighting on the aluminum awning below, which she rolled off of to land softly on the sidewalk. Startled citizens jumped back, gasping and commenting on the sudden change in their boring lives. Ignoring them, Keri strolled off, no particular destination in mind. It was a new day, and there was still so much that she hadn't experienced.
     
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    Anael stood just outside the Gates of Heaven letting her dress dance in the morning-like breeze. Breathing deeply through her nose she allowed the sunlight to pour onto her skin, soaking into every inch of her body. On the edge of the kingdom she expanded her wings. It was beautiful. It was Heaven.

    "Good Morning, Anael. You're starting early once again I see" a voice came from behind her. Of course this was no morning, for such a things only existed on Earth. But a morning was a fresh beginning; a chance to be reborn and to live a new life.. This is what Heaven is about.

    Anael turned to face St Peter who was standing by the Gate. She smiled at him and nodded her head to return the greeting. "The demons never sleep, Peter. You of all people should know that."
    "Oh I do, Anael. I do."

    A spirit appeared by Anael's side. A whisp of what appeared to be pure light. The spirit resembled nothing of its old human form in terms of physical appearance, yet amazingly St Peter could always tell who it was. Like all human spirits, this particular one seemed confused. Perhaps it did not know it was dead? They rarely ever did.

    "Welcome to heaven - Jonathan." St Peter greeted the spirit. "We've been expecting you." With those words the Gates of Heaven slowly drew open, allowing the spirit of Jonathan to enter. It seems so happy, Anael thought to herself. She never could find a distinction between the spirit of the male and the female spirit, so she tended to call them "its". The Gates returned closed once the spirit had passed through.

    "I should be off." Anael informed Peter, "Let the other angels know I'll be around America today."

    Anael ran towards the edge of Heaven, her wings in full extension. With one bounce she leapt from the realms of Heaven, enveloped in a pool of light. Today the tainted smell of demons was particularly strong. She had a good feeling about it.
     
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    Golden rays of light seeped through the cracks in the wooden planks of the boarded windows, cutting through the thick layer of smoke that permeated the room. The apartment smelled of many things, the most pungent being mold, alcohol and urine. On an ancient, partially broken couch, three men slouched, barely conscious as they stared at the boarded windows before them. A firm knock on the door got one man's attention, and after a second knock, he groaned, slowly stood, and trudged across the room to answer it.

    Keri was in the process of delivering her third knock when the sound of deadbolts being moved stayed her hand. The door cracked open, and she was treated to the ugly mug of a man in his thirties, wild and unkempt blond hair marred with unidentifiable filth, and scruffy chin indicating his erratic shaving habits.

    "Morning, Chris," she greeted, pushing on the door to let herself in.

    The man recognized her, and allowed her entry. "The :***: you doin' here so early," he demanded.

    "I'm bored," she announced as she walked about the room, fingers dancing on the drug paraphernalia that adorned a dresser. "Do you have any plans for today?"

    Groaning, Chris fished around in his pocket and withdrew a crushed soft-pack of cigarettes. "I dunno, not yet. What time is it?"

    Keri shrugged. "Say, is your shower working yet?"

    "Hah," Chris laughed as he lit a cigarette. "Where you think you are, th' Ritz?"

    "Jesus, Chris! How in God's name do you pull in so much money and manage to still have no running water?"

    Chris returned to his seat on the couch and took a long drag. "Same way you manage to not have a house, Alicia."

    Keri picked up a long, slender plastic tube and examined it. "Well, whatever. Are you doing anything today or not?"

    "What do ya have in mind," Chris asked, leaning forward.

    Keri smiled and tossed the bong at the man, who managed to catch it before it impacted on his groin. "Wake up your buddies," she ordered. "We're gonna have some fun!"
     
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    Marx had only been at the bar for a few minutes when he smelled something strong coming in to the room. It was the strench of fresh death that only he could smell. Quickly he place a bill down on the counter and walked outside. He followed the scent until he came into a back alley.

    Slouched there between two garbage cans was a young girl with bleached blonde hair laying almost life-less. Along with the scent of oncomming death Marx scented the strong scent of alcohol. He kneeled down beside her. He noticed an empty bottle of sleeping pills on the ground, looking as if it had fallen out of her hand.

    "Suicide. Young girl. Tainted past. Would make a great minion for my dear friend Lucifer," Marx muttered under his breath. He reached out and felt her pale skin. He grabbed her arm, limp as it was. The pulse was lowering. It was time.

    He wanted to catch her soul before it was judged. One of the rules he had to follow gathering souls for the devil was that it could not yet be judged as pure enough for heaven. It may be pure, but if it was not judged, it was his to capture. The soul would remain in purgatory, where marx could go, for a short time before standing before the gates.

    Marx let himself fade until he reappeared in Purgatory, with the young girl awaking.
    "Wha-" she began to say. Marx was now in his full Fallen form. His torch-like staff appeared in his right hand. He lifted it up in one swift movement as the whole thing became ablaze. before she could move he stabbed the girl with his torch through the heart.

    She stood with her eyes wide in disbeleif to what was happening to her. Her soul caught fire. The ground opened up around her and jagged rocks cut through her clothes. Hundreds of bloody, skeletal hands reached up from the ground and dragged her down.

    Marx smiled. Only 50 more to go before he was to appear before Lucifer for his reward. Marx grabbed his torch from her torso right before she disappeared undergrpund. THe rocks closed over and there was no distintion that anything had ever taken place. With one last smirk he let himself fade back to earth...
     
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    St Peter remained in his position at the gates. The number of human souls that had entered the Kingdom of Heaven that day was enough to make him smile. He looked over to the Book of Life which lay on a podium next to him. He placed his finger on the page to scroll down the list of names which were written on its pages. The rules of heaven were simple; if your name was written in the book of life you were allowed entry. Otherwise you were not.

    He continued reading the list, squeezing his eyebrows close together in an authoritive frown. All those he had been expecting to arrive had done so. All those except one.

    Rebecca Dawson

    That's another one, he thought to himself. He knew exactly what was going on. The thought of a demon grasping one of God's children made him shudder.
    "God give you strength, Anael" He prayed softly.

    *****​


    Anael flew down to earth with her wings outstretched. Of course, her wings were purely ornamental and she wasn't really "flying" by Earth standards, but that didn't stop her from loving every moment of it. She loved Earth; in a sense it was her home. She wasn't too fond of what God's people had done to it, but there were still areas they had not discovered yet.

    As her feet touched the street pavement she looked around to work out exactly where she was. Ah - Edanlia. Or as humans now call it, New york. The breeze was light and the sun was warm, albeit not as warm as it is from Heaven. She could smell the taint of hell sweeping through the streets. She ran in the direction which the smell appeared to be coming from, her dress and hair dancing in the wind behind her. The street was busy with business men and woman on their way to work. They didnt stir as Anael simply ran through them; afterall she didn't exactly belong to this realm of living. The further she ran the more determined she became. Those demons didn't have a clue.
     
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    Screeching tires preceded the group of four masked figures who marched into the liqueur store, weapons at the ready.

    "Everyone down," the lead man shouted. "This is a robbery!" At midday on a weekday, the store was devoid of customers, and so none were present to follow the man's orders. The clerk, taken off guard, pressed the silent alarm button behind the counter and slowly raised his hands.

    The group went to work. While two ran into the back room and one harassed the cashier, the fourth remained near the front of the store as lookout. Revolver in hand, she preferred not to use the vulgar weapon, but these days, it was unavoidable.

    "Kind of makes you long for the old days, does it not," a female voice asked, causing Keri to start. She whirled around to face the stranger, who occupied a space she knew to have been devoid of customers. Back leaning against the glass door of a wall cooler, the woman wore a long, gothic black dress, her long black hair up in an old, traditional European bun.

    "I have no memory of you," Keri stated, lowering her weapon but refusing to let her guard down.

    "You would not say that if you saw me in Purgatory," she said, smiling. "I think you will recall a certain close friend trying to help you get your life back on track."

    Keri's expression darkened. "I had no friends," she pointed out. "If you know what's good for you, you'll leave me be before I show you just how tough existence can be."

    The woman laughed. "Easy, Keri-"

    "Alicia," Keri corrected.

    "Kery," the woman insisted, "there is no need for hostility, for we serve the same master."

    "Master," Keri asked, confusion crossing her face. "I have no master, not anymore."

    "Ah, that may be what you think, but that is most certainly not the case. You did not reach earth by your own free will. You were cast out of Heaven, girl, and it certainly was not thanks to your-"

    Kery swiftly stepped up to the woman, grasped her collar and lifted her off the ground. "Don't you ever call me 'girl' again, do you hear me?"

    The woman gasped for air. "L-Lucifer demands your services-"

    "I fought the Morning Star's rebels long ago," Keri said, tightening her grip. "Give me one good reason why I should take orders from the fool."

    "Because you now count among their number," the woman whispered, desperation in her eyes as her skin paled. "You are contractually bound to Him. Deny it all you like, you cannot run from your obligation."

    Keri released her grip, allowing the woman to fall. "Get out of my sight. I no longer know you. No offense, comrade, but if we meet again, it'll be the last thing your soul remembers."

    Keri turned away from the woman, who vanished without another word. The sound of sirens could be heard, and the other masked robbers panicked. Raising her weapon, Keri grinned and made her way to the front door. This is going to be fun, she thought to herself, cocking the hammer of her pistol.
     
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    Back on the streerts of New York Marx began to daydream. He thought of the reward that Lucifer had promised him in return for 100 souls. A spot of power in Hell. Being bannished from Heaven, he did not want to roam the earth forever. It was too 'good'. yes he took into consideration all the crimes, murder, and sin, but still hell was a much hotter place. The kind ofn place he would like to be part of. Why couldn't he just go there now he often questioned himself? Because just taking sides wouldn't do him any good. He would end a minoin and work in the flaming chambers for eternity. And anyway he wanted power. Control. Then he would be the one sending out minoins to battle.

    Oh, and he knew about Lucifers plans too. How could he just sit around with a secret like that? He definatly wanted to be in a good posistion by the time of the 'New Awakening' as he called it. He laughed at the thought of other fallen angels just scraping by, barely an evil breath in them, walking around the earth. They would have no sides to go to. If they tried to fight on their own they woulkd definalty be killed. That's why he strayed away from the other Fallen. They were fighting an already lost battle. Let them have their fun for now, Marx thought, they won't enjoy it when i stab my steak through their hearts!

    Now Marx was looking for another soul to take. They didn't have to be dying did they? Did Lucifer actually mention this? It was hard enough to find someone at the right time, before they were judged. Why couldn't he just 'help' them along with that...

    Marx surveyed his earthly power. Nothing really. Although he had a handgun under his suit. that was his 'protection'. Not that he needed any here on earth. He never worried about other fallen. And humans couldn't 'kill' him in the sense of actually 'dying'. Yes he could be shot in the sense of being 'hurt', but one of the curses of roaming the earth forever was that they could not feel pleasure. Only pain. So if he was to feel, he wouldn't mind a bit of pain. But he would never die again. He'd just be sent to purgatory, where he could always go back to earth, like normal. Or at least 'normal' in his definition.

    But he was afriad of facing an angel or another fallen in their own common ground, purgatory. Because if he was killed there his soul would be obliterated from existance. And that was permanant.

    So Marx supposed the gun could be used for killing mortals. Then he could easily snatch up their soul before it was judged. It wasn't as fun that way, but it got the job done.
     
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    The squad car lurched as Chris took it off-road, sirens blaring behind him. Glass from the shattered windows jumped around, coating the seats and floor. In the passenger seat, Keri clutched her gut in a futile attempt at preventing the blood from oozing out.

    "We can shake 'em," Chris shouted as he navigated the trees. "I know a good street doc. He'll have you fixed up in no time."

    "I've gotta come clean with you," Keri said softly. "I kind of expected this to happen."

    Chris ducked as gunshots rang out from the squad cars behind them. "What, that 'live by th' sword, die by th' sword' bull:***: ? Alicia, thats-"

    "I chose that store," Keri interrupted, raising her voice to do so, which threw her into a coughing fit that brought up some blood. "I chose it, because it'd have the fastest police response."

    "What? But...why," Chris asked, taking his eyes off the field of obstacles just long enough to stare at her in confusion.

    "There's nothing more exciting than an inescapable situation," she answered, then chuckled to herself, which brought about another coughing fit. "The best part is, I know exactly where you're going. You might actually like it there, if an eternity of torture is something you're into."

    Chris looked down at her, "now look here, bitch, I-"

    Their squad car climbed a hill, soared through the air, over the iron fense, over the busy street below, to impact on the sidewalk and bury itself in the building facing the park. Thrown from her seat, Keri's body collided with the rubble. Bones snapped, arteries burst. Her entire body went cold and began to twitch. As the police cars lined up on the hill across the street, barely visible through the smoke and dust, Keri looked over at the bloody mess that used to be Chris.

    I've just given a soul to the Slayer of Kings, haven't I, she thought to herself as her consciousness faded. That was...satisfying! A smile gracing her bloody face, she passed away, her soul traveling unchecked to purgatory.
     
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    I cleaned up this thread a little: If you need any updates to the original Post just say so in this thread :slight_smile:


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    Anael continued sprinting down the sidewalk, feeling an uncanny sense of urgency as she gracefully passed through the otherwise naive humans. Sniffing like a tracking dog, Anael followed the tainted scent. The scent which she sought after was difficult even for her to describe. Even with her vast experience with demons, she could only describe the smell to other angels as a "sickly metallic scent".

    Still gaining speed, Anaels feet were barely touching the ground. If any of the people surrounding her had been able to see her, they would have seen a taller than average golden haired woman nearly floating along the pavement.

    Anael stopped on a street corner by the city park. She levitated a few feet into the air, looking around her frantically for any sign of "havoc". Two cars sped past where she was standing, one a police car, obviously in pursuit of the other. Anael followed the cars down the street, keeping up to them with ease; although her movements wouldnt be considered "running" by any earthly standard.

    The driver of the first car suddenly steered off road into the park, causing the car to shake wildly. The police car followed closely behind it. The driver and his accomplice were in obvious dispute, but Anael cared nothing for what they were saying; this situation reeked of demon. The driver now distracted by the woman next to him drove the car up the hill infront of him, causing the car to become airborne and plummet towards the crowded street ahead.

    "Hell" Anael swore. She knew that the car would tear through the crowd if she didn't do something, but it was Heaven policy not to interfere with Earth affairs unless the angels had specific orders to do so. Going against her better judgement, Anael swept down to the street. She knew this was the work of demons; surely this was good enough reason to take control of the situation? Either way she didn't have time to think of the consequences. If this was the work of demons and these people died...well lets just say it'd be a lucky day in hell.

    Swiftly, Anael cleared the footpath of all humans. She was an angel, not God, so moving the humans short distances was about the most she could achieve. Darting back and forth, pushing them to one side or the other; getting them anywhere other than the spot where the car would crash in a matter of seconds. To them it would seem like deja vu or a momentary lapse in their memory.

    Just as she had moved the last person from the site, the car flew out from behind the iron fence, over the street and colliding with the sidewalk and sliding into the nearest building. The humans surrounding the site cried out in terror as a loud crash echoed through the street. As the smoke cleared Anael saw that the spirit of the male driver had been dragged down to hell...without being judged. Next to his bloodied corpse were the remains of his female accomplice. A satisfied smile was spread across the female's face. Demon, Anael thought - she didn't recognise this particular one in its Human form. It closed its eyes and passed away from its human incarnation.

    "Hell" Anael swore again. She spread her wings and passed between the realms of Earth and purgatory, "Hell is where she belongs"
     
  18. Steam Giant

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    Keri found herself standing in the mostly blank wastes of Purgatory. Just ahead of her, the distant gates of Heaven gleamed in a blinding bright light. For the briefest of moments, a jolt of joy shot through her heavenly body. Smiling, she took a single step forward, then froze.

    No, the thought to herself as she looked away from the gate's brilliance. I don't deserve to live that life. Looking down, she slowly turned her back on her old life, dragging her bare, dirty feet through the soft sands of Purgatory. "There is only one set of footprints, but I see my own feet," she said out loud, mocking the old saying.

    As she trudged away, movement caught Keri's eye. Looking up, she saw another soul, one that she did not recognize. The person seemed confused, likely recently dead, on his way to judgment. Evil thoughts entering her mind, she changed direction, making to intercept the soul.

    He noticed her. "Are you an angel," he asked, awestruck, though somewhat confused by Keri's filthy appearance.

    She paused in her approach and smiled. "An angel, yes." Striding over to him, she made a fist. "An angel of mercy, dear."

    "Not this time," an unfamiliar voice called out. Halting in her tracks, Keri looked up and behind. Hovering above was a golden-haired angel, brilliant white dress flowing around her. She held a bow of impossibly perfect craftsmanship at the ready, arrow drawn back. Her ageless face held a stern, devoted expression.

    Keri blinked. "Anael," she asked, surprised.

    Recognition crossed the angel's eyes. "Keri?"

    Taking advantage of the sudden confusion, Keri rolled forward, whirling around to stand behind the utterly out of place soul of the recently deceased. Wrapping her arms around him, she braced herself. "One false move," she warned, "and this man's existence is at an end."
     
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    Marx ((pronounced 'Marks' :grin: )) walked through the streets looking for anothe soul to grab. Up ahead he saw a car accident. He started to go forward but by the clean stench of it, an angel AND Fallen were already there. He growled and turned the other direction.

    To his delight he saw a dirty man riding on an old motorcycle appearently speeding to see what was going on up ahead. With a grin Marx jumped out in front of the vehicle just in time to be crushed under his wheels. He saw the man go flying off as he stomped on the break. No helmet, Marx thought with a grimmance. He felt his back bones being crushed. He faded into purgatory.

    When he got there, in his evil looking Fallen form he saw that somebody was already trying to take his soul. There was also an angel there ready to fight for it.

    Marx lit his torch and ran towards the dirty Fallen girl who was holding on to HIS claimed soul.
     
  20. Mr.Model

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    Name: Saline

    Type: Angel

    gender: Female

    orientation(optional): Straight

    Personality: Saline is different from other angels. Her ties to Heaven don't feel as strong and her motives for her work are definitely different. She doesn't tend to put up with other angels and certaintly doesn't put up with The Fallen. Quick to act, revenge is never out of question. Her beauty is well known as is her cunning. She is cold and calculating, she tends to keep to herself than associate with other angels.

    Looks: Long Raven lockes that come down beyond her shoulders, Dark blue smouldering eyes. She is slender and very beautiful, her skin is tanned and flawlessly smooth. 5'9''. She wears armour; a golden chest plate and reaching from the bottom are two long strips of white fabric, the width of her legs reaching down to the floor. Her white wings are tipped with matching gold armour and she wears golden knee high combat boots.

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    Weapons and such: Keeping daggers in her boots, her main weapon is a sword she forged while working for The Fallen.

    History: Cast out of Heaven for plotting against God with the other fallen she spent years aiding their cause. But the life of solitude on earth and inability to feel pleasure weighed on her everyday until she could stand it no longer. Repenting to God for forgiveness she asked for one more chance; a chance to serve in Heaven once again. She was granted this chance but not without it's trials. Charged to fight The Fallen and protect the innocents until God deems her pure enough to once again enter the Higher Realms of Heaven.