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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 7, 2018 8:31:33 GMT -5
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Post by lozi on Mar 7, 2018 8:33:40 GMT -5
*kicks down the door*
let's do this
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 7, 2018 8:44:29 GMT -5
(Lol okay x3)
(So, first, I'd like to discuss the age of our characters? So we can get that out of the way and not be uncomfortable or something :'3 And tgen, are you wanting to do character descriptions or describe through rp?)
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Post by lozi on Mar 7, 2018 8:47:25 GMT -5
[ i'm delusional on lack of sleep rn so pardon
i'm ok with older teen - young adult ( 18-30 ) ]
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Post by lozi on Mar 7, 2018 8:49:01 GMT -5
[ and also can we put up character forms.
when you say demons, does that include fallen angels? i have a fallen angel character, but i can use a standard demon if you'd like. ]
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 7, 2018 8:55:30 GMT -5
(I think I'd prefer young adult, if that's alright then?)
(And, it doesn't have to be a "standard" demon if you want to be creative, as I'm going to be. Though I suppose fallen angels count cause they did something horrible enough to be cast out of their home.)
(Do whichever you want. I will do my character sheet later, cause I've got classes to get to and can't rn.)
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Post by lozi on Mar 7, 2018 9:00:36 GMT -5
[ alright! i'll have my character around age 25. his form is a little long since i had him for an advanced roleplay. ]
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 7, 2018 9:02:27 GMT -5
(My character sheets tend to be a little short, a few paragraphs :'3 I'll try to add a bit though, or I'll probably end up making a character from sceatch, which is why mine will take a while along with me having classes today. I look forward to seeing you chara ter sheet though!)
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Post by lozi on Mar 7, 2018 9:21:53 GMT -5
MERCER J GREY 29 YEARS | MALE | PANSEXUAL
APPEARANCE:
Mercer is a mysterious figure, tall, darkly clad, and somber. He's finally stopped growing at a height of 6'5", with broad shoulders, and a lean, muscular build. Everything about his face is sharp and chiseled, with high cheekbones, a pointed nose, and a strong jawline. His wavy hair is jet black and wavy, falling into his eyes at times. His eyes are a cold baby blue with grey flecks throughout. Trivial characteristics of Mercer include a small gap in his front teeth, two gold helix piercings in his left ear, and a right eyebrow piercing. Mercer will often be seen in a solid colored shirt, black mid-calf leather combat boots, dark pants or jeans, and a black leather jacket or trench coat, which have been cut to accommodate his wings. The only thing he has kept from his past life is the sterling silver dog tags from his birthday. Mercer has retained his angelic physical qualities, but they have become twisted and dark. His once glowing halo is now black and floats crookedly, radiating black shadows off of them. His once soft white wings have turned black, the feathers stiff, rough, and sharp enough to cut flesh. They've been chained to his back by celestial silver, only removable by another celestial being.
BIO:
Mercer Jackson Grey has had a tumultuous life, always struggling for a state of stability. He was born in Montana, and at age 3, he was turned over to the local orphanage. After medical bills from her father's death had landed on Mercer's mother, she could no longer afford to raise a child with her already low wage. She'd used some of what we left of her money to leave her first son a present for his 18th birthday. Mercer doesn't remember much of his mother, just warm embraces and a soft, lilting voice.
Mercer wasn't particularly unhappy in the orphanage, just lonely and confused. He got along well with others at the orphanage, and as he got older, he made sure to care for the little ones, who became like a large family to him. Mercer was in and out of foster homes, none of them seemed to work. Of course, that was because Mercer didn't want them to work. There was always a way for him to find a way to return to the orphanage, to the only home he'd never known Mercer was known to fix up the little ones when they fell, or wipe away their tears when the nights felt too long. He never wanted anyone to feel as lost as he did. During his time at the orphanage, Ashley, a peppy blonde 3 years younger than him, became his best friend. Around the age of 13, Mercer met a couple that tore his world apart. They were unable to have children of their own, so they'd come to raise a child. At first, Mercer insisted that they see the younger orphans first, but they were hoping for a more matured child. Begrudgingly, Mercer agreed to meet with them, and ended up going into his 3rd foster home. The couple saw Mercer through his rough patches of life, and for the first time in a long time, he felt at home. Mercer decided to stay, but always visited his former family at the orphanage. He watched them come and go, and bought them small trinkets to remember him by when they left.
A pond, about a mile's walk away from his home, was a special place Mercer loved to visit, any season of the year. A small circle of trees surrounded it, with a trail about a mile long circling around it. In Spring, he watched the children come down and try to catch tadpoles and minnows. In Summer, he watched people walk the trail in circles around the large pond. In Fall, he watched the leaves turn colors in the reflection of the pond. In Winter, he watched the skaters glide across the ice, their blades etching trails on the surface.
On his eighteenth birthday, the winter after he had graduated, his parents presented him a box to open. He was told it was from his birth mother. Inside it was a pair of dog tags, one of which his initials, 'MJG' was etched into the surface. On the other was a name and an address. Maria Grey. The couple admitted that they had not known what was in the box, and urged him to go to the address. If he was lucky, they said, his mother might be waiting for him.
Mercer was prepared to leave, not sure what he was going to do about his college plans. He wanted to see his mother, at the least. Before he left, he went to the pond he loved to visit. There was only one person on the ice, which had frozen only the day before. She was young, maybe about 6 years old, she reminded him of someone. He sat on the bench with whom he presumed were her parents, striking up a conversation. That was when he heard the cracking of ice. He was on the ice just as she fell through, sinking into the icy water. The hole wasn't big enough for him to fit through, so he jumped until he too went under. He pulled the girl to the surface, her body dangerously unresponsive. He couldn't find the hole he'd came through, so he made one from underneath, punching through the ice. Both of them broke the surface, and Mercer shoved her to thicker ice. He scrambled to get out of the water, but all in vain. As his joints stiffened from the cold, he remembered who the skater reminded him of. It was the little blonde pigtails that brought Ashley to his mind. He hadn't seen her since he'd given her a little glass angel necklace when she'd been adopted. On his eighteenth birthday, Mercer died to save the little girl.
Mercer wasn't quite sure what he believed in about the afterlife. He never was particularly religious, but he always figured there was always some kind of homeostasis between good and evil. When he opened his eyes, something he never thought he'd do again, he was standing in front of the stereotypical golden gates. He wasn't on clouds though, rather standing in front of a large marble building he'd later learn was the Angel's Office. Turned out, his dying act had given him the chance to become an angel. Being a white winged, immortal, magic being didn't exactly appeal to him, but he had unfinished business to take care of. Also, watching the people he loved grow up sounded nice.
After he'd been lectured about good and evil and all the rules, he was offered the chance to visit one person before he was to take on his new form. Without hesitance, he went to Maria Grey's address. Knowing he couldn't stay long, so he had made up a spiel about some charity he was representing, understanding it would break her heart to lose her son again.
He watched over several people, appearing to them in times of need as a small suggestion in the back of their heads, or a being in their dreams. He offered them solace in their darkest moments. Everything was going well, until 6 years after his death, when he felt the strongest evil he'd ever felt. He tracked it down to find the orphaned Ashley, in the process of being attacked in a back alley. In that moment, he broke two rules. He revealed himself to a mortal, and used his powers to kill. The celestial weapon completely incinerated the body, leaving only a golden dust. Almost immediately, he felt himself being pulled to the Angel's Office. The trial didn't last very long, before he was cast out of the skies.
He lost everything he had that day. He lost his flight, his powers, his friends. Losing everything twice has taken a toll on him. He's aggressive, bitter, cynical, and sarcastic. His humor is dark and sometimes insensitive, his remarks sharp and blunt. He loves to listen to and create music, and has a voice like... well, an angel. Now that he's been back on earth for a couple months, he's finally been able to explore new interests, and find himself as a person. Mercer has developed a strong interest in space and the skies.
ABILITIES:
Mercer was formerly an angel, virtuous and a spreader of good, now a fallen angel. His once snowy wings are now sharp, black, and chained uncomfortably to his back, and his halo is crooked and shrouded in shadowy wisps. He was once able to conjure a sword and control light, but now being associated with evil, any weapons he conjures are barbaric and dark, and demons and trouble are attracted to him. He no longer appears in dreams, except for nightmares as a person's fear, which often disrupts his sleep at night. He has lost his ability to heal others, and those who come close enough to his aura might feel afraid or uneasy.
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 7, 2018 19:33:33 GMT -5
(Mine isn'tas detailed as yours, but I like to describe most things through rp) Angel Name: Samael Human Name: Samuel "Sammy" Warren Age: Died at age 27 Sexuality: Homosexual
Human Description
Sammy used to be a very skinny person until he was shown mercy upstairs upon his death. Now he stands healthy at his 5'7 height. His figure is small, but there's decent muscle to him. He has fair, porcelain skin and young, almost boyish features that make him look more innocent than he actually is. His eyes are a deep brown that always seem to have either a shy or neutral look. And atop his head is a mane of brown curls that go down to his shoulder blades, though Sammy will usually have his hair tied up in a bun, very rarely having it down in front of others. Every angel having wings, and the higher-ups having more than one pair, Sammy has four wings, the feathers pretty shades of silvers and grays. They're large, but are still proportional to his body and carry him swiftly in flight. The gray feathers are usually quite soft and a lighter gray, buy when angry or in combat, they seem to darken in color and harden slightly. When concealing his wings, they change into tattoos that take up his entire back. For clothing while down on Earth, it usually consists of t-shirts and jeans, and a black leather longcoat. And, slits automatically tear themselves when he needs his wings out.
Abilities
As an angel, he has the power of photomancy (light manipulation), able to move it, craft it and even merge it with his very being. He was trained to handle the passing and herding of the dead though, so his photomancy is not as strong as most angels. Another ability he has is shapeshifting, and any animals or creatures he shifts into will usually be the same color of his wings. He has the ability to heal and resurrect, but the body must be a certain degree of fitness if it can be resurrected, as people can't be brought back if they're missing a head or certain organs. Sammy is also able to teleport as long as his wings can move freely. And as a weapon, his was different. Usually, angels chose swords as weapons. Sammy ended up with a monstrous warhammer he named "Backbreaker", the weapon being a few inches taller than him, and the slightly rectangular head looking vaguely like an iron fist, and there is a spearhead on the bottom end of the staff.
Bio
Samuel was born in New York, December 14th, 1857. He wasn't brought up in the best environment, his parents being drunks and druggies. And what, or who, was the first thing offered up when they needed money for a fix or a swig? Yeah, Sammy wasn't sent to work like most kids. He was as sweet as could be though, to anyone who was nice to him. He was scared of everyone who even looked at him strange. As he grew up, he managed to go to school and get an education, becoming a doctor who saved lives regularly. However, he was still treated horribly because he was openly gay. He was even living with another man, though he suspected he wasn't killed sooner was because of how good he was at his job, and there weren't many doctors running around. However, one evening, when he was bringing medicine home to his sick partner, he was shot by a hateful person still unknown to him to this day. Still, he was granted passage upstairs, being welcomed and taken in by the angels. He was fascinated, having been classified Christian, but still felt guilty for not practicing his religion much. He was always nosing around where they worked while there, curious and happy when they let him listen in on certain things. Eventually, they let him become one of them. The rules were simple. Don't kill humans, and don't let them see your original form.
Sammy witnessed some angels who broke this rule though, and it annoyed and angered him. The rest noticed this, and gave him the task to deal with the Fallen Angels, giving him the name Samael, after the destroyed Archangel who dealt with death and punishment. And like the deceased elder, his wings were turned gray, but not out of humiliation, the color being a great honor and uniqueness even though they were halfway to being black. Sammy was then placed in training to join an elite flock who guarded humans from vengeful creatures, and guarded anyone from vengeful Fallen when they could. He also proved that he could handle the domain of death and punishment altogether, and was given a second set of wings. To be able to truly punish someone, you can't be 100% like them, and Sammy still wasn't anything close to inherently violent or aggressive. Actually, he wasn't much like most angels either, who were warriors who enjoyed the thrill of battle.
Not that he was a pacifist though.
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Post by lozi on Mar 8, 2018 7:10:34 GMT -5
[ looks good! would you mind posting a starter, i have a couple of people i have to reply to. ]
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 8, 2018 8:29:53 GMT -5
(I can, but nay I ask what your average post length is, or if you match the replies someone else puts out? Cause there aren't many people here who post more than three sentences, and it's rather frustrating :'3 But I assume you post more cause you read my search thread x3)
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Post by lozi on Mar 8, 2018 15:56:21 GMT -5
[ I post 2+ paragraphs. More is appreciated. ]
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 8, 2018 22:36:19 GMT -5
(I could probably do that, but it's been ages, and I probably would not be able to maintain that length unless you aren't too hard on activity.)
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Post by lozi on Mar 9, 2018 16:36:13 GMT -5
[ I'm not a stickler about length as longs as it's at least one paragraph. ]
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 10, 2018 7:42:22 GMT -5
(I can do around 3, maybe 4 paragraphs if I'm into it, but probably not only because i haven't been in an rp that required so much in years.)
(Oh, I never even asked, how do you want this rp to start out?)
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Post by lozi on Mar 10, 2018 7:55:10 GMT -5
[ hmmm i didn't have a specific idea of how it would start. did you? ]
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 10, 2018 22:06:44 GMT -5
(Maybe they can just come across each other in some pubic place? They're forced to just talk instead of do anything cause they're in front of a bunch of mortals?)
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