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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 1, 2016 21:59:31 GMT -5
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Character Name | Gender | Age | Angel or Soldier | Description | Personality | To whom they are bonded to | Screen name
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Post by Wearysoul on Aug 2, 2016 17:00:30 GMT -5
Saskia | Female | 320 | Angel | Gentle, soothing, entrancing Saskia's soul bleeds into her appearance of a young woman. She stands meekly at the below avergae 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 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~
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Aug 3, 2016 15:03:02 GMT -5
{{ sorry Weary!! adding c: }}
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Post by ✦ ┇ W ι ɳ on Aug 3, 2016 18:07:13 GMT -5
Jackson "Jax" Brekker | Male | 22 | Soldier | 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
Wells | Male | 377 | Angel | 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 | Angel | 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
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Post by Wearysoul on Aug 4, 2016 20:46:06 GMT -5
Bain | Male | 400 | Angel | 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. Bains 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 op 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~
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Post by Wearysoul on Aug 4, 2016 21:01:22 GMT -5
(I didn't realize there were so many angels already xD, I could totally make him into a human if you want, just a few edits.)
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