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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 21, 2017 4:24:24 GMT -5
Plot baseline Rumours are flying that an archangel is trapped on earth, and can't get back into heaven. This Angels powers are mandatory for opening the gates to hell. If he falls into the wrong hands, the world as all creatures know it will be plunged into chaos. Secondary plots
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 21, 2017 4:27:40 GMT -5
Characters
Cain Mercutio Adarian Renato De'Morte - 18 - Nephil/Legacy White hair with eyes that tend to change colour depending on his mood. Quite feminine, Italian descent and tanned skin; 6'4", very beautiful- large, white, iridescent wings which hide in the form of a tattoo. Loyal, a little identity confused. He struggles with internalised homophobia. Lashes out often. Suffers from severe depression, anxiety, and ADHD.
Devon - looks about 25 - Fallen Angel Black hair which is almost constantly messy and chronic dark circles under stormy grey eyes. Stands at 6'6" and is well built. Voice of an angel. (Ayy lmao) Devon is very closed off towards people he doesn't feel an affinity with or comfortable towards. He's not very self-confident, and struggles with the fact that he is an extremely weak fallen. He struggles to even take on the average nephilim.
Aila De'Morte - 18 - Nephil/Legacy Twin of Cain. She has black hair and is not as pretty as her brother- she has sharp features and scathing looks that could fry an egg at a glance. Stands at 6'4". Aila is very b*tchy, but her friends are pretty used to her nasty attitude and adapt to it. She fights with Cain almost constantly, but loves her brother very much. A daddy's girl. Aila is very gay. So very gay. She has ADHD.
Akemi De'Morte - 42 but doesn't look a day over 20. - Demigod/Angel She is married to Mercutio. Akemi has curled white hair and is of Japanese descent; her mother was a daughter of Venus, and her father is Thanatos, God of Death- and an Angel. She's actually quite small for her species, standing at an average 5'6". Her wings are a lovely shade of white, dappled with cream. Her eyes are a bright baby blue, but can change colour depending on her mood. Akemi is a little ditzy. She's a good mother, and loves her children beyond belief. Don't cross her. Severe ADHD.
Russell Le'Angelo - 38, doesn't look a day over 20 - Nephilim His partner is Abraham; he has sworn fealty to him. Russell is built like a bear and stands at 6'8". He has very tanned skin and is of Romani descent. Brunet hair and hazel eyes. A loyal man with a boyish attitude, Russell tends to take the best out of any situation he gets into. Loves Abe more than anything else in the world. (Other than his singing career.)
Gabriel - unknown age, looks about 17 - Archangel Gabriel has blond hair and bright Amber eyes flecked with gold. His wings, when spread, are massive; they could curl twice around his body. They shimmer a beautiful gold. He stands at 6'2". Gabriel is a very nervous person, and very mistrustful of those around him. He isn't very strong at this moment in time, and struggles to look after himself, choosing to flee rather than fight.
Riley Tyler - Male - 42 Blue eyes, blonde hair. He's a bit of a jerk, but he's very cool headed and knows when to walk away. Despite his coldness towards people, he really is quite nice. Silas Tyler - Male - 42 Green eyes, dark hair. Is very hateful and doesn't warm up to people easily. He would rather spread your guts over the floor than give you a smile. Radames - 38 - Demigod/Nephil Radames has tanned skin splattered with freckles, and hair that borders on a golden blond colour. His eyes are so lightly blue that they are almost white. Golds, greens, and darker blue flecks swim in the irises. Stands at 6'3". He is the son of Ma'at. Mercutio is his Parabatai. Had some serious issues when he was younger; Mercutio got him through them, and he helped Mercutio in turn with his own issues. Is now rather responsible. A very powerful magician. Cain and Aila's godfather. Mercutio Adarian Renato De'Morte - 42 - Nephil/Demigod Black hair, black eyes, Italian descent, 6'6". Extremely violent and manipulative, but has a soft spot for the people he knows well and is close to. Married to Akemi. Vancha Ra'son - 22 - Legacy Ebony skin, short hair, Egyptian heiroglyphs tattooed on his skin in gold. Stands at 6'0 Extremely ADHD, has a happy go lucky attitude. Abraham - unknown looks 23 - Fallen Partner to Russell. Black hair usually worn in a bun, pale skin, stands at 6'6". Has a very 'idgaf' attitude about most things in life, except for people who take refuge in the bar he co-owns with Russell. Debbie - 19 - Fallen Long red hair with red tips, 6', and has one hell of an attitude. Has a short temper. Raia Setson - 43 - Demigod Husband to Rose Bald, black skinned and 5'11 Extremely patient
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 21, 2017 4:28:06 GMT -5
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 21, 2017 4:28:26 GMT -5
One more save bc why the hell not Nighteyes
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 21, 2017 4:28:41 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - yooo can i post? - }}
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 21, 2017 4:45:48 GMT -5
Riley Tyler - Male - 42 Blue eyes, blonde hair. He's a bit of a jerk, but he's very cool headed and knows when to walk away. Despite his coldness towards people, he really is quite nice.
Silas Tyler - Male - 42 Green eyes, dark hair. Is very hateful and doesn't warm up to people easily. He would rather spread your guts over the floor than give you a smile.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 22, 2017 17:07:25 GMT -5
Devon hadn't exactly planned to be lying face down in a ditch with two poles sticking through his body- through his wing-scars, to be precise (the one place you could paralyse a fallen)- and all because he'd refused to take part in beating up a Nephil. So. Here he was, completely paralysed, unable to even feel any pain due to being a fallen angel, and most definitely completely conscious. He looked a battered mess, blood covering almost every inch of his body, his skin black and blue. He knew at least a few bones were broken. He supposed he'd just have to lie here until his group came back to him to beat him some more. But... the lone wolf dies, right? Wasn't that the saying? So he'd remain with the pack- even if it meant putting up with getting bashed around on a daily basis. ...it wasn't like he could feel it anyways.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 22, 2017 17:09:02 GMT -5
Cain was getting really damn tired of having to move his legs at a faster-than-walking pace. What the hell was it with the people on these streets? Chest heaving, he burst out onto the main street- which was conveniently empty- and began to sprint upstate, his legs flying, only the sound of his blood and the pouncing of his feet reaching his ears. A glance behind him showed the three men who had ambushed him. He'd already tossed them his loaded wallet, so he couldn't for the life of him understand why they were still chasing him. Maybe they were just d*ckheads.
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Post by Nighteyes on Jun 22, 2017 18:18:48 GMT -5
As Cain ran, a rather large, and rather loud car rounded the corner and began to rapidly approach Cain and his three pursuers. It raced past the three people, and came to a halt beside Cain, and the driver swiftly leant over and opened the passenger side door. "Get in kid." He shouted.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 22, 2017 18:26:00 GMT -5
Cain skidded to a panicked halt, and decided he could take a guy in a car over being shanked by knives. He leapt into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut, grabbing the front of the car as they swiftly pulled away. Panting heavily, he began to try and catch his breath. His eyes were wide and wild; the colour of them a very bright alarmed blue, swimming with soft hazels. His white hair was a windswept mess, and his hoodie looked like it had been dragged through ten bushes, ran over by a lawnmower, and bled on by 2000 spartan soldiers. That is to say, it was a well-loved hoodie. 'Hi,' Cain finally said, turning to look at his saviour, blinking at him. '...thanks?'
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 22, 2017 18:31:30 GMT -5
Devon hadn't exactly planned to be lying face down in a ditch with two poles sticking through his body- through his wing-scars, to be precise (the one place you could paralyse a fallen)- and all because he'd refused to take part in beating up a Nephil. So. Here he was, completely paralysed, unable to even feel any pain due to being a fallen angel, and most definitely completely conscious. He looked a battered mess, blood covering almost every inch of his body, his skin black and blue. He knew at least a few bones were broken. He supposed he'd just have to lie here until his group came back to him to beat him some more. But... the lone wolf dies, right? Wasn't that the saying? So he'd remain with the pack- even if it meant putting up with getting bashed around on a daily basis. ...it wasn't like he could feel it anyways.
OOC CHATTER {{ - - }}
ROLEPLAY- Riley was always wary going into other gang's teritories. After his brother attacked him last time, he had almost completely sworn it off all together. He was only here now to do some recon to see if he could find the fallen angel that was apparently in his rival's gang. He hadn't seen much of the angel, and for what he remembered of his encounters, there was one that always had a black eye or a split lip.
He was ashamed to say that he hadn't helped earlier. He crept cautiously, hyper aware of his surroundings and where he was putting his feet. It took him a while, but he finally came across Dev, and his face fell slightly. -
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Post by Nighteyes on Jun 22, 2017 18:32:07 GMT -5
"You're welcome." He said, glancing over at him, then quickly doing a double take. "Uhm..." He said, completely lost as he examined him.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 22, 2017 18:53:54 GMT -5
Russell kept up with Riley with ease, each step equalling two of Riley's. When they came across the fallen- finally- Russell sucked in a soft breath through his teeth. 'That's the one... he's visited the bar a few times, too... we had to bar his gang.' He softly said, itching his hip. 'Abe. We're taking him in... we can't just leave him here.' he softly said to his other half- who was currently inhabiting Russell's body- before cautiously approaching Devon. He saw the spark of fear in the fallens eyes, and he crouched slowly in front of him. 'I'm Russell. I'm sure you recognise me. This here is my friend, Riley- we want to help you. Will you let us?' He saw the sheer fear in the young fallens eyes, and knew it was going to take a lot to calm him and earn his trust. 'We won't hurt you.' He softly said, taking hold of one of the pipes and removing it with ease. The fallen regained movement on his left side, and sucked in a rattling breath. The second pipe was pulled out, but Devon still didn't move, far too weak and injured to do so.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 22, 2017 18:54:34 GMT -5
"You're welcome." He said, glancing over at him, then quickly doing a double take. "Uhm..." He said, completely lost as he examined him. 'Cain.' Cain supplied, before noticing his double take, and then turning bright red. 'E-eyes on the road!!' He aggressively said, slightly panicked. 'I don't want to die after escaping death.'
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 22, 2017 19:02:20 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - - }}
ROLEPLAY- Riley grimaced at Devon and looked at Russell. He stepped a little closer, opening his mouth a few times he finally turned his attention back to Devon. "Russell? Do you think you's be able to carry him? I don't think he can move." -
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Post by Nighteyes on Jun 22, 2017 19:03:11 GMT -5
"Oh sh*t." He said, turning away and looking at the road, his hands tightly gripping the wheel, one often dropping to the stick next to him to shift gears. "Where do you want to be dropped off?" He asked.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 22, 2017 19:07:00 GMT -5
Russell nodded hesitantly. 'Remember we're your allies.' He quietly said, throwing up a few mental barriers in case the guy decided to lash out. He scooped him into his arms, and hissed as the fallen did exactly as expected, lashing out mentally with such extreme fear that Russell almost dropped him. 'Easy- easy, it's okay! We run a safe house man mate, how bad do you think I can be?' Swallowing tightly, Devon glanced at Riley, then swiftly lost consciousness. Russell stared in disbelief at him, then sighed and looked at Riley. 'You coming back to the bar with us?' He asked, hurriedly starting to walk, wanting to leave before the gang showed up.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 22, 2017 19:08:12 GMT -5
"Oh sh*t." He said, turning away and looking at the road, his hands tightly gripping the wheel, one often dropping to the stick next to him to shift gears. "Where do you want to be dropped off?" He asked. Cain blushed a little deeper, feeling awkward. 'Seventh street.' He mumbled. AKA poshville McRich. He really hated living there. He didn't know why his parents couldn't have just picked out a normal house instead of his stupid luxury home. What was with that? Not to mention that stupid Egyptian lived down the road from him.
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Post by CrackedSkel on Jun 22, 2017 19:24:48 GMT -5
OOC CHATTER {{ - - }}
ROLEPLAY- Riley hummed in confirmation, looking around before swiftly following after Russell. "You okay?" He asked when they were at least a block away. "I saw how you flinched." -
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 22, 2017 19:29:09 GMT -5
'Yeah- seems his mental prowess isn't quite as weak as his physical. Makes you wonder why he's still with them.' Russell replied, a slight headache behind his eyes now. He smiled at Riley. 'At least we got out of there without any bother.' He said.
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Post by Nighteyes on Jun 23, 2017 5:53:49 GMT -5
He glanced at him, then continued to drive, navigating the streets with ease. It didnt take them long to reach his street, and he pulled up outside of his house. "Here you go." He said, smiling. "The names Jason, by the way."
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 23, 2017 5:59:58 GMT -5
Cain hesitated before he climbed out, feeling a strange tug in his gut at trying to leave. Pausing, he glanced at him. 'Cain De'Morte.' He politely replied, before sighing and taking out his phone, and a pen. He reached over, writing his number on Jason's arm. 'Give me a call.' He mumbled. 'I'll pay you back somehow.' He then got out of the car, frowning as he distanced himself from Jason, the tugging becoming more insistent, even panicked at the growing distance. He turned his gaze back to the driver for a moment, before forcing himself to walk through his door. Once closed, he leaned heavily against it, rubbing his face in his hands.
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Post by Nighteyes on Jun 23, 2017 6:08:13 GMT -5
Jason blinked, staring at his hand writing on his arm, before putting his car in gear and driving off again. "De'Morte..." He muttered, shaking his head slightly.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 23, 2017 6:39:56 GMT -5
Cain slowly ran a hand through his hair, before tucking his hands in his pockets and slowly walking up the stairs, being as quiet as possible so as to not let his father know where he was. His hair hanging over his face, he tiredly made his way towards his room, hoping to lock himself in before he got interrogated on why he'd been out so late, and who'd dropped him off.
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Post by Nighteyes on Jun 23, 2017 7:04:23 GMT -5
As expected....he didnt make it. Mercutio stood in front of his bedroom door, his arms crossed. "You're late." He said, glaring at him. "Again. And you got a lift from some randomer? Who was he?"
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 23, 2017 7:20:22 GMT -5
Cain tiredly gazed at Mercutio, the soft pinks of what could have been the beginnings of happiness fading, his light blue eyes swiftly discolouring to a deep black. 'I dunno.' He mumbled. 'Jason or something.'
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Post by Nighteyes on Jun 23, 2017 7:33:53 GMT -5
"...'Jason or something'." He quoted. "You don't even know his name?" It was quite obvious that Merc was trying his best not to raise his voice, but it wasn't going very well.
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 23, 2017 7:48:14 GMT -5
Cain quietly turned his head away and uncomfortably shuffled his feet, ignoring the painful throbbing in his side. He shrugged, not really sure of what else to say, simply wanting to go to sleep.
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Post by Nighteyes on Jun 23, 2017 9:46:32 GMT -5
"That it? Nothing else to say?" He asked staring Cain down. "Y'know, for a smart kid, you ain't half stupid." He then said, shaking his head and stepping aside. "Get yourself cleaned up and get to bed."
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Post by Bloodrose on Jun 23, 2017 9:55:22 GMT -5
Cain flinched quietly at the insult, his eyes darkening. At his dismissal, he brushed past Mercutio and into his room, shutting it a little harder than he meant to, before locking the door. Lifting up his shirt, he hissed softly as he saw the blood begin to slide down his hip. He headed to the shower, washing the wound, then his hair, before he patted the bad wound. He didn't know how to stitch it, so he took a large piece of medical padding and wrapped it with gauze to make it stay, before he fell into bed, exhausted.
He almost slept past his alarm the next day, but managed to drag himself out of bed and get ready for school. He tugged on his spare hoodie- he'd stashed the other one to wash the blood out- then headed down for breakfast. He grabbed himself some cereal, pouring in maybe three mouthfuls, then reached up to grab a cup from the cupboard. He winced at the worried hiss from his mother. 'Cain- what's that? Whys your side all bandaged up?' Shit. I forgot about that. he groaned, looking down at the bloodstained bandage. Looks like it had bled whilst he slept. 'Nothing.' He mumbled. 'Tripped.' 'Tripped? Cain!' 'I'm fine.'
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