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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 1, 2016 21:16:07 GMT -5
《ｓｏｕｌｍａｔｅ:
noun noun: soulmate a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner.
ｗｈａｔ＇ｓ ａ ｓｏｕｌｍａｔｅ？》
it's like a best friend, but ᴍᴏʀᴇ. it's the one person in the world that knows you better than anyone else. it's someone who makes you a ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ, well, actually they don't make you a better person... you do that yourself-- because they ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇ you. a sᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇ is someone who you carry with you ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ. it's the one person who ᴋɴᴇᴡ you, and ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴇᴅ you, and ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇᴅ in you before anyone else did or when no one else would. and no matter what happens..
you'll always ʟ ᴏ ᴠ ᴇ them.
{ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵇᵉˡᶤᵉᵛᵉʳ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵏᶤᶰ } |
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 1, 2016 21:19:54 GMT -5
《ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ ｏｆ ｗａｒ Ｉ ａｎｄ ｗａｒ ＩＩ：
back in the year 2032, the Earth was clarified as an easy target to gain control of by the demons that resided in hell. humans were weak and vulnerable and when compared, they were no match for the demons. soon after the first attack began, the humans were growing desperate. millions died and those who lived were enslaved. their painful pleas and agonizing prayers managed to reach the gates of Heaven, gaining attention from the Higher Forces that resided within. sending down some of their children to investigate, it was decided for the Angels to take arms and assist the humans below. however, only the Angels who felt some sort of connection to a specific human were allowed to travel down to Earth; the rest had to stay back inside the gates.
the war ended in 2046 and with the stubbornness of the human race, prosperity and the goal of rebirth began. it was during this time period that a rift between the Angels and the humans was created. humanity was growing bolder, feeling as if they were the ones who had ended the war and did not give much credit to the Angels. some even believed that if they had a few more years, they would have been able to win without the Angels' assistance. instead, they poked and prodded at the Angels who had a bond with their Chosen humans, having the desire to know all they could about them. about the Angels. about the bond. this weakened the bonded Angels until they could no longer muster up enough energy to return to the gates of Heaven.
the Higher Forces were dismayed at this act of selfishness and brought back as many Angels back into heaven as their strength would allow. however, they could not save all of their children and their painful screams raged on for days on end. the connection between the humans and the Angels was now obliterated.
the year is now 2113, and war II is beginning. a group named the Valiors hails from the planet Asietha and deems that Earth is a good spot to create a new home for themselves; theirs is growing overcrowded. these creatures typically resemble some sort of mutant lizard and have the ability to change their appearance to blend in with the human race. only the Angels have the eyes to see through their disguise. the war for Earth is beginning again, and the humans have nowhere to run; nowhere to turn to for help. and so, they send their cries to the skies once more.
ｂａｃｋｇｒｏｕｎｄ ｏｆ ｓｏｕｌｍａｔｅｓ：》
the Higher Forces in Heaven decided that in order to give their Angels a sense of drive to protect the humans, a bond needed to be formed between them. Angels are typically stubborn and by giving them something that their soul desires to protect was the perfect solution. the bond between an Angel and a human is so profound it can never be broken until one of them takes their last breath.
the bond is formed as soon as the Chosen human is born and takes in their first breath. a human who has a small gold pattern on their right ring finger are those who are Chosen. those who were Chosen to have a bond with an Angel are then deemed as soldiers in the fight for the control of Earth. they are seen and looked up to with much respect and admiration, the high standards on their shoulders weighing them down before they even meet their Angel. it is up to them to stop the world from crumbling at the hands of its tormentors and they have no say in the matter.
the bond between the Angel and the human is not finalized until they make contact with one another, skin to skin. a small symbol will form on the left inner palm of the human and on the left collarbone of the Angel. when the bond is completed, the Angel will feel the pain and emotions that their human feels and vice versa.
{ ˢᵗᵃʸ ˡᵒˢᵗ ᶤᶰ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʷᵉ ᶠᵒᵘᶰᵈ } |
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 1, 2016 21:24:57 GMT -5
《ｄａｔａ ａｂｏｕｔ ａｎｇｅｌｓ：
Angels are typically seen as magnificent beings whose facial features have the ability to captivate and draw in the eyes of the beholder. their skin has a smooth, pale complexion that reminds people of porcelain and are deemed as fragile. however, they most certainly are not. an Angel's blood is similar to the color of honey, yet it is rare for one to be cut so easily.
the wings of an Angel can only be seen by their Chosen, but only with the Angel's consent. other Angels can see them of course. if someone who isn't the Angel's Chosen sees their back, they'll typically see something that seems like wing tattoos when in reality, they're markings. usually, an Angel can hide their wings by tucking them behind their back and allowing them to blend in with their surroundings. an Angel's wings are their most prized possessions, besides their Weapon and their Chosen, and often groom them on the daily in private.
the Weapon of an Angel is hidden in their soul and is typically adorned with silver; the symbol of the Higher Forces is embellished on the handle. to see an Angel pull out their Weapon is one of the finest actions a human can lay their eyes upon. it's often in one swift motion, the hand of the Angel glowing as they pull out a Weapon out of their chest gracefully.
the Weapon of an Angel varies greatly and is not determined until they pass a certain ceremony. no Weapon is the same because it comes from an Angel's soul, each one is unique in its own way. the Weapon is based upon the qualities the Angel is best at: agility, strength, and so on.
Angels typically speak in their language of Latin seeing how it's the language of their predecessors. however, their vast knowledge supplies them with a countless number of languages and data that allows them to assist their Chosen comfortably. Chosen come in all shapes and sizes and the Angels need to be prepared for whatever they are faced with.
of course when they are compared to humans, the senses of an Angel are much more advanced. they're created to be faster, stronger, smarter, and even calmer. humans are seen as a mistake of the Higher Forces, and Angels are them making up for it.
a year in an Angel's life is a few days; time passes quickly for them. however, they age much slower than humans and this works to the advantage. the only possible way for an Angel to die is if their Life Essence has run out, or their Chosen (whom they have gone into skin to skin contact with) denies their bond completely. it's rare, but possible. some humans have no desire to take part in the war and break the bond to relieve themselves of that duty, even if it means that an Angel will be rid of life. while humans can do this, Angels cannot.
to the Angels, gender does not matter. their Chosen was picked for them specifically for a reason and they must honor that. the close bond they feel overpowers any boundaries that were placed years ago. love between an Angel and a human is typically expected because of their close bond, but reproduction is out of the question.
Angels do not allow humans to pass through the gates of Heaven and see the Higher Forces, whether they are Chosen or not. past the gates is sacred land that will be considered tarnished if a human steps foot into it.
ｄａｔａ ａｂｏｕｔ ｈｕｍａｎｉｔｙ ＆ ｔｈｅ ｃｈｏｓｅｎ：》
after war I, humans began to pick up the pieces of their broken cities and rebuild again. things seem to look the same as they previously had, yet there are a considerable number of broken down buildings; much more than there had been before. the walls that line the streets have more graffiti, and the slums of the cities have people living in the damaged buildings. the cities are now utilizing the world's most recent technologies.
the humans of the modern world are most cautious than their ancestors, having learned from their mistakes. besides that, not much has changed within the human race. they remain stubborn and believe that they're the most important race of the galaxies.
some humans see the Angels as the opposite of what they are: demons. they turned the blame on the Angels, saying that they had to perform experiments on their ancestors to learn more about them since the Angels never really explained who they were.
there is still a rift between the Angels and humans, and war II needs to put an end to that.
those who are Chosen by the Angels are revered as some type of heroes among the rest of the world. as if they're the world's last hope. in reality, the humans are being told by the Angels on what to do. the Angels have to train their Chosen in order for them to be compatible with their strengths.
there is a specific building in the middle of New York City where the Angels come and go to visit their Chosen who reside there. it is in this building where they plan their next move for war II, where the Angels train their Chosen and make them fit for war, and where the Chosen can reside and escape from the stress of their new lives.
the aura in the building depends mainly on whether everyone gets along. typically, the Angels stick close together, their rooms on the upper floors of the building. the Chosen and their Angel usually get along well, but some of the Angels are still wary because of how their ancestors were treated. some respond by treating their Chosen poorly, trying their best to ignore the bond.
the Chosen typically remain the same after they have completed the bond with their Angel. the only thing they get out of it is being connected to a supernatural being, as well as being completely protected by said being.
{ ʷᵒʳˡᵈˢ ᵃᵖᵃʳᵗ ʷᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ʷᵉ ʰᶤᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵒᵘᶰᵈ } |
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 1, 2016 21:35:15 GMT -5
《ｗｅｌｃｏｍｅ！
hello! i'm Vitiatus, but you can call me Viti or Itia for short! i created this on the old forums, but i'm refreshing the entire roleplay and removing old characters! if you were on the old one and wish to come back, please let me know and i'll add you! i'm still working on some of the holes in this roleplay so if you don't understand something, that's okay! i'm not new on this website, this account is just new. if you have any questions or comments, please let me know! i hope you enjoy yourselves here and thank you for taking the time to glance over my new roleplay! ^^
ｇｕｉｄｅｌｉｎｅｓ：》
{ l i t e r a c y }
this is an advanced roleplay, so i would like it if you had more than three sentences per post. i'm not asking for an essay, i would just like for you to give enough detail to allow other people to have something they can work with. please use proper grammar and punctuation. no text talking please!
{ s p a m m i n g }
these experiences are the WORST, and i will politely ask that this does not occur. asking someone to come back to another roleplay is fine, but do not post an advertisement for your topic. i will report you for this, so just don't do it! c:
{ a c t i v i t y }
i would like for you to be on here a few times a week, not much. if there is a problem in regards to your online usage, please let me know! i don't want to delete you because you had a family member die and i deleted you because i didn't know. just let me know ahead of time!
{ r e l a t i o n s h i p s }
seeing as how this roleplay is slightly based on romance i would like for you to not be too explicit. kissing and such is okay, but when things are taken too far, just use { skip }. thank you!
{ ᶤ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠʳᵉᵉ } |
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 1, 2016 21:52:00 GMT -5
《ａｎｇｅｌｓ：
Angelique | Female | 434 |
Angelique stands at a height of 5"6, her features sharp and defined. Her skin tone, like all Angels, is a pale porcelain tone. Her body is firm to the touch with muscle, thanks to the training the Higher Forces gave her and the rest of her generation. Her eyes are one of the most defining features of her face, the thick lashes that encase them not helping to tone it down at all. The soft blue color of her iris mixed in with the golden tint around the pupil just makes it impossible to not stare. Her hair frames her face in gentle waves, the ebony color cascading down her back similar to a waterfall. When she puts her hair up in a bun or ponytail, the back of her head is shaved in an undercut, a zig-zag pattern clearly shown. A small freckle is seen to the left of her soft pink lips. Her neck is usually adorn with a choker of sorts, the symbol of the Higher Forces is usually found in some conspicuous way. Same with her hands, she decorates them with rings of many different design. Her nails are cut into the stiletto shape, meaning that they're pointy, and she paints them black. Her right ear has an industrial piercing, the piercing itself mimicking a safety pin. Her left ear has a tragus, and both ears have four lobe piercings. Human jewelry amused and fascinated her ever since she first laid eyes on a necklace years ago. Her excuse is that she wants to blend in more with her surroundings, but her fellow Angels know that isn't the case. Her wings are as black as her hair and she often wraps them around herself when cold.
Her Weapon is a sword because of the fact she is the most skilled at combat that includes a one handed weapon. On the handle of her sword, Quatuor, is the metal symbol of the Higher Forces. The sword fits right in her hand only, anyone else who tries to pick it up is burned severely and must keep away from it.
Angelique's personality is guarded and rough; she socializes when needed to. She tends to be harsh to the strangers around her, wary of what their hidden intentions are. Ever since the humans had performed experiments on her ancestors, she's always suspicious of the humans around her. Her temper keeps her blood a searing hot temperature as it thrums through her veins each second. Angelique hides her soft demeanor with a sarcastic and cold attitude.
Jackson "Jax" Brekker | Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs
Dylan | Male | 317 |
This guy is always smiling, so it's no wonder his teeth are straight out of a dentist's office poster. His murky blue-green eyes are always lit up with the rest of his features, making his positivity infectious. Dylan has wavy light-brown hair that he keeps longish and swept back. It's soft to the touch and one of his most prized features that he takes care of almost obsessively. Humans jokingly used call him the giant, as he stands at 6'4" with long legs and a defined torso. His back muscles and biceps are built compared to the rest of his body due to his skills as a double-wielder. He has a shower of freckles over his nose, and you'll never see him without three bronze rings stacked on his right ring finger. Dylan's wings are a soft blue-tinted white that quiver with him when he laughs.
Dylan's specialty is making everyone's day a little brighter, whether it's through a joke or a shoulder to cry on. He calls this his best asset, as for him adding some light is crucial to keeping morale up in a time of war. He has a fondness for angels and humans alike, and his compliments or body language can often be taken as a pass to the extra-wary. Sometimes his cheekiness can go too far, as his flirtations can get uncomfortable or quips too insensitive. Dylan can also be a ditz and isn't the greatest at taking social cues or reading the air, which can be his greatest downfall in being taken seriously as an angel. Don't let the funny guy fool you though, he's actually extremely intelligent and can become darkly serious in the bat of an eye if the situation calls for it. As such, Dylan's weapons are twin foot-long daggers. He sharpens them daily and is an expert at keeping them hidden underneath his clothes. When using them, he's quick and deadly either by throwing or slashing.
Unknown | ϡғαlconeye
Lilith Mortis | Female | 310 |
There is a doll like appearance to this girl as she looks to be younger than she is. At 5’0, she has a childish appearance with her large crimson eyes, porcelain skin, and long black hair kept in a bun with a red ribbon. Her face is rather expressionless except for a look of boredom that is often on her face. It takes a lot to make her smile but when she does it lights up her face. She often dresses in a black dress with long sleeves with a white collar and accents or a black sun dress. She will wear either black flats or black Mary Janes with white stockings. Lilith’s wings are black with speckles of white towards the tips.
Lilith tends to be the silent type. She will talk when necessary but otherwise she is quite reserved. She tends to act childish when she is full of sugar, hungry, or tired. Even though she seems to be capable of taking care of herself it is actually the opposite so she tends to seek out others to help her out. Her weapon is a scythe twice her size.
Unknown | ɢнoѕтlιɴɢ
Saskia | Female | 320 |
Gentle, soothing, entrancing Saskia's soul bleeds into her appearance of a young woman. She stands meekly at the below average height of 5'2, which suits her petite, lithe figure impeccably. One might not consider the dainty build of her body to have the ability to endure battle and war, but muscle's of steel lay dormant in her small limbs, the Higher Forces saw to that. Her hair captures the delicate and wondrous changes of color of autumn, the bright shade of a leaf just before it's dull yellow end. It provides a slight contrast with her pale porcelain skin that marks her existence as an angel, the thick locks falling down to the middle of her back and spilling over her shoulders in silky vibrant auburn waves. Her heart-shaped face is flourished with graceful features, a small straight-edged nose, plump naturally light pink lips that curve above a small chin and last but absolutely not least, polished emerald green eyes intertwined with silver. The odd coloring of her iris's is really the only evidence of her heritage, enhanced by her long lashes and gleaming like green lustrous gems speckled with flecks of silver. Her attire usually consist of jeans and shirts, her attempt to blend in with the humans and become familiar with the race she's protecting. Saskia's wings span out into a pure feathery white, except for the very tips which are black.
Her weapon is in fact a two handed black battleaxe with silver edges, the symbol of the Higher Force engraved in silver on the sturdy handle. No one else can actually lift the weapon besides her, as it was created only for her hands and suits her because of her physical and emotional strength.
Saskia's personality is of the motherly type, she doesn't speak much which gives many opportunities for her to listen and guide and she's the one who would tenderly rub one's back as they spilled out their worries, fears or mistakes, no judgement taken. She has a big, sweet heart and lives to take lost ones under her wing to help them find their way, but in battle, its the exact utter opposite. Saskia becomes ferocious, a lion that strikes without regret to protect those in need of protection. She's stubborn, determined not to save, but to defeat. Has no remorse for the demons she slaughters, a killing machine of the Higher force. She looses herself in this zone of watching the demons dissipate under her attacks, and it requires a little encouragement to bring her back.
Unknown | ~WearySoul~
Wells | Male | 377 |
Wells is tall, he stands at around 6'3" with clear evidence of a strong build and the classic "all American war hero" look to him. Despite a muscular build, his eyes are a warm honey gold, with flecks of green evident upon closer examination which can give him a softer and kinder appearance. His skin is somewhat tanned and his age is hard for most to estimate due to his timeless appearance. Wells has chocolate brown hair which is cut short and often wind tossed. His smile can range from a somewhat crooked yet still charming grin to a sentimental softer smile. His wings are an off white cream color with golden brown tipped feathers similar to his eyes which earns him nicknames like "Golden Boy". He looks closer to what might come to mind with the word angel than some of his other friends. His weapons range, but he mainly prefers to use a bow with red feathered arrows and a jagged dagger with a silver blade.
Well doesn't believe in coincidences and is rather intelligent. He knows many facts that may appear useless to some people and often actually are, but his true skills lie in strategy and combat plans. He is charismatic and sociable with an easy ability to manipulate others, however he cares dearly for honesty and the truth especially among friends and wouldn't be able to forgive himself for putting any of them in danger. He is optimistic and encouraging, he easily becomes close with others and has compassion for most people. He often feels as if he isn't truly known by his friends, despite his understanding for them. Wells is an insomniac and often stays up worrying and working out the details of a plan. Humans make him weary and he is slow to trust them, but he is rarely hostile towards others. He likes to joke around and handles aggressive personalities well.
Carly Moreno | ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ
Arielle | Female | 321 |
Arielle's skin is smooth and pale with a lack of birth marks or freckles. She isn't tall and stands close to about 5'5" which frustrates her when she stands next to angels like Dylan. What she lacks in height she makes up for in speed and agility, she is extremely quick on her feet and quiet, even when not using her wings. Luckily for her, training has provided her with defined muscles, even if they're not entirely as visible as some of the other female angels she can still carry someone twice her size, or at least drag them. Her honey blonde hair falls a little ways past her shoulders and she often choses to leave it in natural curls or pull it into a half up. Her eyes are a light mint green framed by long black lashes. Her pink lips are often found in a playful pout or potentially a soft smile. She enjoys red lipstick but rarely has time to use it. She has double piercings in each ear along with a cartilage hoop for one and a belly button piercing which she keeps a secret out of slight embarrassment. Arielle has a few plain silver rings on her fingers and beaded bracelets she likes to wear and mess with when she's nervous. Arielle has a set of six knives she uses for combat, each with different hilts and unique blades she named after archangels. For close range when she can no longer throw her knives she uses a short silver sword.
Arielle is beyond stubborn. If she has an opinion with mentioning you will probably be made aware of it. She is somewhat self conscious in her abilities in combat compared to her fellow angels, but she knows she is clever and able to sneak up behind just about anyone. Her sense of humor is good and it is important to her to have those who can keep her spirits up because although she isn't quick to fall into negativity, she is realistic. Arielle is one to know what must be done and will be willing to do it in order to benefit the group even if she would rather not. She is cautious around humans and distrusts them, but some do amuse her. She tries to keep serious, but she is likely to flirt with just about anyone who breathes whether or not it's with intention. She is deeply protective of those she cares about and isn't one to hide her feelings unless she fears being hurt by displaying them. She is compassionate and enjoys healing even if she knows little about it, she is able to heal a wound on the battle field.
Malik Hughes | ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ
Bain | Male | 400 |
Bain, like most angels, maintains that muscular build that would land him first place in any JQ photo shoot. Due to his towering stature of 6'3, he's not as brawny as he is lean, with more of a slender frame but still holds well defined muscles, especially where his arms and long torso are concerned. Nothing less would be acceptable to the Higher Forces, and he readily agrees, being the stone-hearted perfectionist he is. And with the ideal build, most come the equally flawless choice of attire to flatter his figure. A trench coat, as would have it, is his to-go choice of clothing, he seeks something professional but not entirely and thus is usually seen sporting a black trench coat that enhances the attention on his broad-shoulders and billows about his solid calves. (Think Sherlock  )
To pair with that is typically dark slacks and darkly colored button up shirts, along with leather black gloves that adumbrate every nimble finger, though their purpose is not for fashion. He wears gloves to prevent any physical contact with his possible chosen one, he will choose whether or not to touch them, a miscellaneous accident will not be making that decision for him. As one can see, he dons the more morbid colors, and as a result a slight contrast is created with his immaculate ivory complexion. Bain's choice of hairstyle does little to help this fact, he intentionally parts his naturally tousled and voluminous hair deeply on the right side, with a large section swept to other side and falling a bit past his chin, framing that side of his face. The thick locks are dark chocolate brown and since he prefers it on the longer side, the shade only makes his skin pop out more. His face, of course, is no less than pleasant to look at. He has a chiseled, Greek jaw to tag along with his Greek nose, straight, noble and not too long. His rough, well-defined lips suit his tendency to frown or scowl and his eyes perform their duty of catching attention perfectly well. Set aligned under glossy brown eye brows, his eyes appear as though the sun itself blessed each iris with a warm yellow-russet kiss. An autumn red edges around his pupils, which abruptly transforms to the bright yellowish color tinted dark enough with copper to create the warm, enthralling amber of his eyes, providing the same cozy, comforting feeling as the sun on a cool day. Well they would, if he wasn't such in stink in the mud all the time and didn't always wear such a hardened expression on his face. Bain's wings are odd, to say in the least, one giant wing is solid silver, and the other is entirely black, something he's received grief for most of his years, and prefers to keep his wings folded and hidden from sight, they are imperfect. His weapon is none other than two Semi automatic Glock 19 handguns, suitable to his precise accuracy in everything he does and his stealth with their aim and silent kill.
Personality-wise, Bains appearance represents it accurately, he's a perfectionist who hides his flaws that have caused him anguish in the past, like his wings for incidence. Perhaps it was his past with the Higher Forces that drilled such a deep determination for perfection, or he was simply spawned that way, but either way, he strives for it, and has become haughty and conceited in the process. He more often then not looks down on the flaws of others, or in the human's cases, he simply just looks down on them as beings, weak, ungrateful, flaw-prone beings. It goes without saying he's not too...compliant when it comes to the idea of bonding with a human, let alone that actually happening. But as it turns out, he'll be the one to suffer immensely if the bond is ignored or rejected, not them and that well known fact agitates him to no end. Perfectionism aside, he prefers solitude over the company of others, tends to be rude and blunt whenever he does speak, gives the cold-shoulder to almost everyone but a very select few, and spends his free time training or strategically planning for war, so he's a workaholic. And yet, despite all of those negative characteristics, at times he'll slip of and show an unintentionally softer side of him, whether it involves protecting the few he holds close or providing a reluctant shoulder for one to cry on, he's fortunately not all jerk.
Undetermined | ~WearySoul~
ｃｈｏｓｅｎ ｓｏｌｄｉｅｒｓ：》
Malik Hughes | Male | 23 |
At the striking young age of 23, Malik's height is greater than those of his superiors. He stands at a staggering 6"5 and his attitude just adds on to his appearance. Speaking of appearances, Malik's is one of a "Don't Touch Me or a Bad Boy" look. His hair is as silky as a raven's feathers and his bangs hang loosely over the right portion of his face. He prefers to part his hair this way, thus leaving the left side shorter than the other. It hangs down to about a small bit past his collarbone, not having it cut since he was eighteen. His eyes are a striking blue, contrasting against the dark color of his hair. When he grins, which is mainly caused because of him acting arrogant, the sharp canines of his teeth are always noticed, reflecting against a light source. His body is toned and muscular due to the training he was put under ever since he became a Chosen. His skin has a darker tone that gives him a more healthy glow. A small lip ring protrudes from his bottom lip, as well as three piercings can be found on his left ear. It was an act of defiance to his parents when he was thirteen, having pierced them himself with only a safety pin, an ice cube, and a heat source.
Malik is an arrogant male, well-known for doing whatever it takes to get what he wants. And if that involves mayhem or mischief, then that's even better. His face is often portrayed in a lazy grin, and will pretend to be listening to a conversation when in reality, he's listening to all that's happening around him. In private, Malik's tone is carefree and gentle, unlike the cold, steely one he has around the people he's wary with (aka, everyone) His stubborn streak is brought out quite often, and there is no room for any arguments, unless one desires to face his temper. He gets upset quite easily, even over the simplest of things. For example, he once got into a yelling match with an old friend about a bag of chips. They made up, but the grudge he held lasted for years. An issue with Malik is that he lets his emotions get the best of him, and it's just best to let him cool down and realize his mistakes so he can apologize (meekly, of course).
Malik prefers to go into hand-to-hand combat and is known for carrying metal knuckles around with him wherever he goes. He likes to start fights for practice and when he isn't causing trouble, he tends to think of plans to use in war II.
Arielle | Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs
Carly Moreno | Female | 21 |
This Latina has got a constant look in her chocolate eyes that makes it hard to tell if she's angry or admiring. Her high, well-groomed brows make her gaze that much more striking and sometimes scary. Carly's dark auburn hair falls down to her waist in defined waves. She spends a ridiculous amount of money trying to upkeep it with caramel highlights, although she's well aware that luxury will likely have to be given up in the wake of war. She has a wide smile, soft features and high cheekbones. As she spends most of her time outdoors, her skin is a golden tan. She's self-conscious of her small frame at 5'5", but has a nice behind that she doesn't mind flaunting. Carly has a stud in the right side of her nose and she's fond of liquid lipsticks and mascara. No matter the weather she can be seen in sneakers, shorts, and an off-the-shoulder top.
Carly doesn't take bull from anyone. She's very quick to drop people from her life and has a major problem with commitment. This unfortunately sets her as having a cold disposition. It's difficult for her to show compassion, and it would be outright ridiculous to expect her to apologize or admit she's wrong. Her tongue is as sharp as her wit, but her tough exterior can be easily broken even if not shown. She's not one to cry or be emotional in public, but a silent spell from Carly means you've hit her where it hurts. She is the life of the party, and if you're ever looking for a good time she's the one to call. She has a past of participating in various illegal activities and doesn't have an issue sharing her stories. Having struggled with authority most of her life, she never did well in school and her smarts or lack of is one of her biggest insecurities. She is also notoriously late, and very lazy. Don't expect favors unless she's getting something out of it or it's life-or-death. Carly's strong legs are her best weapon, whether it's lashing out, climbing, or fleeing.
Wells | ϡғαlconeye
Jackson "Jax" Brekker | Male | 22 |
Jackson's eyes are where the attention is often drawn first. The steel gray of them may be off-putting for some, but their liquid silver hue gives a unique and mysterious charm. His dark eyelashes and brows match even darker rich brown hair that is often mistaken for a black. Standing at around 6'4 he can be considered intimidating to some, especially with a nearly silent gait that allows him to show up at a friends side often before they even notice his presence. Hard work learning to make weapons has gifted Jax with a nice build in addition to muscles built from learning to fight. Despite various scars from training along with other soldiers, his skin is smooth for the most part and tanned from being outside, although during the winter his skin color is more pale. His resting expression is usually unamused even if he doesn't mean it to be, but a white and playful smile is reserved for those he cares to be around. Most often he's smirking and likely teasing someone.
Despite a mysterious and somewhat stand-offish vibe Brekker may give off, once one gets to know him he's extremely easy to get along with. He's a big fan of sarcasm and although he is internally somewhat negative he puts on a more hopeful front in order to keep spirits high. He is loyal to his friends and therefore doesn't have much conflict with anyone often, unless he is defending someone or feels the need to call someone out. He has the desire to have his friends trust him fully, but is somewhat hypocritical because he is unable to communicate his true feelings often and is quick to recede behind sarcasm and false optimism. His confidence in himself is often exaggerated and he grows uncomfortable if any weakness is shown. He bounces back from conflict easily and doesn't often choose to hold grudges after an argument. He is a good leader, but just as comfortable to offer advice and back whoever is in charge. However, his temper is like the sea, once he's set off it can be explosive even if it takes something significant to get him too angry.
Angelique | ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ
{ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃᶰᵗᵉᵈ ᵃ ˢᵒˡᵈᶤᵉʳ ᵇᵘᵗ ᶤᵗ ʷᵃˢᶰ'ᵗ ᵐᵉ } |
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 1, 2016 21:54:21 GMT -5
《ｓｏｕｌｍａｔｅ ｂｏｎｄｓ：
Carly Moreno & Wells
Jackson "Jax" Brekker & Angelique
Malik Hughes & Arielle
ｍｅｍｂｅｒｓ：》
Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs: Angelique & Malik Hughes
ϡғαlconeye: Dylan & Carly Moreno
ɢнoѕтlιɴɢ: Lilith Mortis
~WearySoul~: Saskia & Bain
✦ ┇ W ι ɳ: Jackson "Jax" Brekker, Wells, & Arielle
《ｔｏ ｊｏｉｎ：》
{ ᶤ'ᵐ ᶤᶰ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵃᶰ ᵃᶰᵍᵉˡ˒ ʰᵉᵃᵛᵉᶰ ᶠᵒʳᵇᶤᵈ } |
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 1, 2016 22:38:57 GMT -5
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Post by qυeeɴ oғ ɢнoѕтlιɴɢѕ on Aug 1, 2016 22:40:28 GMT -5
ive been just lurking here hai hai]
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 1, 2016 22:41:28 GMT -5
{{ ahhh, hi friends!! ^^ }}
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Post by qυeeɴ oғ ɢнoѕтlιɴɢѕ on Aug 1, 2016 22:47:13 GMT -5
*hugs viti* I'm looking forward to this do you wanna post a starter?]
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Post by qυeeɴ oғ ɢнoѕтlιɴɢѕ on Aug 1, 2016 22:51:03 GMT -5
ah viti are you going to join my rp still?]
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 2, 2016 0:18:00 GMT -5
{{ ahh, sorry about that! i was watching a really good movie ^^ and yes! i just need to find the time to write up my forms c: lemme think of a starter first }}
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Post by qυeeɴ oғ ɢнoѕтlιɴɢѕ on Aug 2, 2016 11:47:07 GMT -5
I'm poofy I have to sort through some things but I'm here]
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Post by 𝐵𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 💋 on Aug 2, 2016 11:58:30 GMT -5
{{ oh my!! hello!! I was hoping I'd find more people I knew! I'm so sorry for disappearing on the old forum, my internet was out for a week but got fixed this morning }}
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 2, 2016 12:02:24 GMT -5
{{ ahh, it's no biggie!! ^^ I'm happy to see you again! c: }}
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Post by 𝐵𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 💋 on Aug 2, 2016 12:03:21 GMT -5
{{ yes <3 would you like my characters again? }}
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 2, 2016 12:06:06 GMT -5
{{ I have the entire roleplay saved on my laptop, so they're on there. I can add them as soon as I get off my phone, but that'll be a while ^^; }}
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Post by 𝐵𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 💋 on Aug 2, 2016 12:24:45 GMT -5
{{ that's fine! I'll not be able to begin until later today anyway }}
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 2, 2016 12:31:13 GMT -5
{{ ahhhh lol same }}
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Post by 𝐵𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 💋 on Aug 2, 2016 17:45:04 GMT -5
{{ I'm snooping out other ones to join too }}
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 2, 2016 18:14:35 GMT -5
{{ ahh, same!~ ^^ }}
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Post by 𝐵𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 💋 on Aug 2, 2016 18:15:34 GMT -5
{{ I really wanna make my own but I'm so lazy }}
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Post by qυeeɴ oғ ɢнoѕтlιɴɢѕ on Aug 2, 2016 18:16:41 GMT -5
join my rp *shakes viti* I need more people *hugs viti* I need to figure out all the small details and finish the front page.]
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 2, 2016 18:30:57 GMT -5
{{ lol give me some time, i will c: }}
{{ this roleplay was basically me deciding to throw some word vomit at a page and see if it worked }}
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Post by qυeeɴ oғ ɢнoѕтlιɴɢѕ on Aug 2, 2016 19:02:06 GMT -5
I think I'm putting myself through hell but at the same time I'm enjoying myself]
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Post by 𝐵𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 💋 on Aug 3, 2016 1:35:51 GMT -5
{{ just caved and spent three hours making a roleplay ^^" }}
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 3, 2016 15:15:37 GMT -5
{{ i'm just gonna post the starter from the old website ^^; }}
Angelique blinked her eyes wearily as the sun began to rise once more, announcing the start of a brand new day. She was currently residing on one of the balconies in the building for the Angels and their Chosen, her feet dangling off the ledge as she used her hidden wings to balance herself. She was located in the section that was primarily for the Angels, separating herself from the rest of them as she rested. It was probably time to return, she assumed.
She was called down to Earth by her Chosen but still hadn't found them yet. She had been on Earth for a while now and was starting to grow tired of her surroundings. Angelique had the idea of traveling around the world and seeing if she cold find them, but what if they came here? Then her travels would be for naught. It wasn't like she was excited to meet her Chosen, but the sooner she could meet them the better.
Malik grunted to himself as he got up and stretched his back from the bed he had been resting on. The rooms were beginning to grow lighter, thanks to the natural rays of the sun and the wide windows in each bedroom. He wiped the sleep away from his eyes as he took a moment for himself as he woke up. Shuffling down the stairs, he headed for the kitchen. His stomach was another factor that had woken him up, and who was he to deny himself food?
Rummaging through the pantry, he made himself some toast and a banana. Munching quietly on his meal, his mind wandered. He had come to the building when he presented as a Chosen and was of the age to find out who his Angel was. When he arrived, he had hoped they were already there, but his hopes were in vain. He desperately wanted his Angel to come as fast as possible. He was burning with the desire to meet them at last.
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Aug 3, 2016 15:53:29 GMT -5
Is this still open to join! Really cool concept!
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Post by 𝐵𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 💋 on Aug 3, 2016 15:58:00 GMT -5
{{ I'm doing the same thing cx }}
Dylan looked at himself in the mirror closely. His angelic skin was slightly darkened under the eyes from lack of rest in the past couple of days. Ever since he had arrived in the building last week, his excitement at the prospects of having a Chosen had kept him up and about. The angel ran his tongue over his hand and slicked some stray pieces of locks out of his face. He grinned to himself. Today could be the day I found them.
Minutes later, Dylan emerged onto the balcony where he spotted Angelique. He casually strolled over and leaned on the outside wall. "I'm guessing you're having the same thoughts as me right about now."
Carly had nothing but a backpack and small duffel bag as she stepping into the building for the first time. Grabbing her foot in a hamstring stretch, her gaze traveled around the first floor, and she was disappointed to find it empty. "Tsk." She walked toward the stairs and tried to find a directory that would tell her where to go, or who she would soon be residing with. "Hello?" The Latina called up the stairwell, aching for a response.
As soon as she made up her mind to answer her calling, Carly had packed her essentials and headed out her apartment door, not even leaving a note for the landlord. It was something that lit her chest on fire every time she thought about it. She investigated the gold mark on her ring finger in slight vanity. Chosen. I'm about to finally found out what this means.
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Aug 3, 2016 16:16:09 GMT -5
Wow I love your avvie falcon it's rad
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