❂ Rise and Fall || Angel/Demon RP {Accepting} ❂

[eden .]

[ will wait for dawn. Depending on how Faust reacts Lilith may be rather...upset. ]

[intriguing]

((Thank you Lalia, I can't believe I missed your message three times in a row, I'll get May up there now c:))

G a e a M a y E v a n s ❝ How could this be done?
By such a smiling sweetheart,
Oh, and your sweet and pretty face ❞

[action; walking] [location; the street] [with; herself] [crush;none]

May walked along the street, alone, yet not lonely. She always awoke early and she always walked this street in the morning, it was simple habit now. She stopped in the middle of the street and listened. A faint mumble of voices somewhere near, but she had no cause to worry about that until it grew louder. She was safe. Her shoulders dropped, now relaxed, and she slung the bow back over her back, no longer pointing it at anything that moved. Then, she turned around and craned her head up, and there it was. The sun, the beautiful constant in this dystopian world. She closed her eyes and breathed in the air. There always that faint smeel of burning now, the lingering odour of ash on the wind, but at least it was fresher now. Cars had long since stopped being used and pollution no longer cluttered the air. It was fresh, the smell of the forest mixed with subtle ashen tinges. For a minute she was peaceful and calm, until she opened her eyes, her murky surroundings saddened her, but not as much as the terrible feeling of being watched. Usually she was good at telling when people were around, btu there was this unavaoidable feeling she was being watched. She spun around, slinking her bow back into grip and delicately placing an arrow ready to strike. She peered around, eyes narrow, heart thumping...

[cazio]

"War is all we know."

{ raphael israfel azarias } - { male } - { late twenties } - { restorer }

▶ I am...

{ Name } raphael israfel azarias, son of the great ananias
{ Nickname } raphael
{ Age } late twenties
{ Gender } male
{ Species } angel

▶ line of sight

{ Physical Appearance } raphael was given a human vessel that seems more of a curse than a blessing. short dark hair that can't seem to look ratty no matter how hard he tries and a face that seems to have been chiseled from marble as an art piece. Light eyes that look either seafoam green or light blue depending on the lighting, strong jawline, rugged facial hair, certainly a human that has had his fair share of attention. charismatic smile, the whole nine yards.

he does have the perk of having a vessel in peak physical condition, but of course he'd plagued wit the issue of attracting attention that way too. thick, muscular frame with a body type that seems to have been taken from an artist's sketchbook of an ideal male body. he's got power behind the looks though, he can land a hefty punch and endure a lot of physical stress.
{ Eye color } varies depending on the lighting etc. seafoam green to dark blue.
{ Hair color } brown, short and often in a side part, though since raph took him over he's had a sort of rugged messy look going on. (unintentionally of course)
{ Height } 6'0" or 1.83 meters
{ Weight } 165lbs, 75kg
{ Modifications } none

▶ on the inside

{ Personality } raphael is regarded as an archangel in heaven, but often gets cast as secondary compared to the likes of michael and gabriel. he's incredibly loyal and sincere, often seen as the archangel closest to the humans. well, he was anyway. when the apocalypse rolled around raphael did as instructed without batting an eye. slaughtering civilizations, destroying food supplies and burning everything to the ground were daily activities when he was topside. then, he got thrown down to the Earth to check on the progress between the earth-angels and the demons. he was supposed to retain his full powers, but it didn't really work.

to start, he hates his human form, everything about it makes him cringe. going through the plethora of sinful memories of his vessel can make him physically ill if he focuses on it too much, so he's pretty much blocked out his vessel completely. he is God's Healer, so he has a tendency to be more gentle and balanced than his brotherly counterparts, but don't let his calm demeanor deceive you; he is entirely focused on cutting down every demon and half-demon on the planet and using whatever means necessary.
{ Likes } flowers, fruit, plant life, fire, music, certain medicines.
{ Dislikes } machines, smoke, electricity, booze, dogs.
{ Strengths } lie detection, healing, mental games, keeping calm under pressure.
{ Weaknesses } awful physical fighting skills, forgets to eat a lot and doesn't understand how it makes his weaker, could care less about other angels unless they are helping him with his mission.
{ Powers }
healing - can heal any disease, wound or ailment with a touch or by focusing on it.
angelic immunity - perks of being an archangel, other angels and lesser demons' powers cannot affect him. this is because other angels have been known to try and extend their powers where they are not wanted, and archangels cannot be affected by such things should their job be put in danger. they are not immune to other angel's physical strength and whatnot, just other powers like mind control etc.
invisibility - he can become invisible to all creatures except angels, half-angels and the Fallen (aka lucifer/satan). useful for watching the humans mess about and spying on demons. his smell is not masked however, so crafy demons can scent him if he isn't careful.


▶ near and dear

{ Family } gabriel, micheal,lucifer. (closest brothers)
{ Crush } none.
{ Status } single.

[Runningdawn]

{:: F ᴀ ᴜ s ᴛ ::}

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Today I stood and walked away
I'm never coming back this way

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Faust couldn't help his mouth falling open at Lilith's blatant disregard for him -- for his might, for his power. He wondered if the demon knew how much Faust was considering killing her right on the spot -- no matter the cuts and the exertion, he was fully prepared to launch into battle again. His hands closed into fists at his sides, eyes burning with unfathomable rage, and he almost took a step forward before Amara spoke.

His lip rose into a nasty sneer at her question, and he whirled around to mock the half-angel for her foolishness, but Brea answered before he could say a word -- which was, really, probably a good thing. The angel looked at his comrade for a moment, but he face relaxed a bit and he gave a very short, curt nod of approval. Brea was certainly right about Lilith trailing along, but when it came to leaving... well, Faust wasn't too sure about that.

"Demon!" Faust barked angrily, turning around once again to face the retreating back of Lilith. "Do you truly think that you can escape that easily?" He took a few steps forward, his face hardening into one of determination and pure hatred. He didn't care if he was weak -- even while tired, he was immensely powerful. He would fight the mind games this time -- he just had to stay focused. He could do this -- he could do everything.

[[ Hmmm yes, Faust has a major ego. Hehehe.
Okay, Nepphy, I guess you're not done yet but I'll reserve a spot for you, annnd Cazio, accepted, glad to see another Supernatural fan. c: ]]

[eden .]

[ LOL hilarity ]

Lilith skillfully kept her face impartial as the half-angel suggested she stayed. Internally she thought she might hurl, thinking of hanging around a group that was more or less an Angel faction. She had no idea how the Demon over there was doing it. She didn't keep the small smile off her face at Faust's sneer, however, and Lilith did say, "I'm flattered to know I'm seen as such a harbinger of death." She smiled in appreciation, although it was clear that she was being rather sarcastic and cynical.

She was nearly out of harms way when Faust called out to her, and Lilith felt herself stiffen. It was a direct threat. A battle. A challenge. How could she walk away from that? But it was two against one...not including the half angel and the Demon, in which case at most it would be four against one. Not odds Lilith would appreciate. Narrowing her eyes, she turned back to face Faust, scowling. "You think I'd be stupid enough to challenge you here? With them?" she asked with disdain, nodding to the group behind him.

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ƒємαℓє ● 21 ● ѕιηgℓє, ησ cяυѕн ● ∂ємση
ℓσcαтιση: City ● ωιтн: Faust, Brea, Kay, Addan

[softballsava]

~ Ragne'Uruvien (Damien) Hooley ~

Ragne glanced in Nomi's direction handing her one of the squirrels that he had cooked on the now thriving fire. "My guess would be no, she's not one for understanding her place in a group. She's younger than I am, therefore when I make decisions for the good of this group, I expect her to listen. I essentially asked her to save both of your lives, but apparently that task was too difficult." Ragne let out a small hiss, then looking at Kiro he said, "We should try to get that shoulder to a human doctor, we can try to look less like demons, or I can send you in with Naomi who is obviously not full demon, but a human doctor should be able to fix up that shoulder better than I can." Ragne really hated trying to look for a human doctors help, or if there even was one left. he knew that Faust was the only being he knew of that could heal and considering he was the one who inflicted the damage, Ragne figured he wouldn't jump at the opportunity to heal it, or help a demon in general.

Ragne looked at Naomi and despite from being extremely shaken she seemed ok today. He let out a small sigh of relief that at least everyone had survived and he passed Kiro the second squirrel on a stick as he quickly prepared the third for himself. He needed to find water, but he hoped they could get a move on and look for a stream or underground water.

((bumping this))

[Noel]

Kiro listened silently through Ragne's speech about Lilith silently, wincing once. He was by far the youngest of the group, even in comparison to Lilith, so at some point him and Ragne were sure to fight, verbally or physically. Likewise he was sure to be the most immature; he had ended up fighting with Faust simply because he had been bored after all. If that didn't say that he lacked severe common sense, then nothing would. Hearing the comment about his shoulder, which still hurt awfully and Kiro was trying to avoid looking at, he simply nodded. "Yeah, probably should." Kiro was a full demon though if a new one, and he features were that of a demon The jet-black hair was a given, though the angular facial features were much less noticeable in such a young human vessel. Walking to try to find a doctor though.. sounded less then pleasant, his body still greatly weakened by the wound and the strain of controlling so many minds in one day. It would be a fun day indeed.
Taking the squirrel passed to him, Kiro attacked the meat without another word. Eating was easier for him to get used to then it was for most of the others he had seen, having spent more time on earth in comparison to time in hell then others had. Besides, it tasted good, to him anyways.

((Short, frantically studying for finals.))

[cazio]

ooc// thank you! is there anywhere i can jump in? :3

[ping.]

[@Cazio I have a half-angel wandering if you'd like to bump into him~ ^^]

[Jalista]

"I'm hell on heels
Say what you will
I've done made the devil a deal
He made me pretty
He made me smart
And I'm going to break me a million hearts
I'm hell on heels, baby I'm comin' for you!"

Demi had dreams for the first time, as far as she was concerned, and she hated it. Dream after dream about her future, all nasty, held her in a vice like grip through the night. Every time she managed to pull herself from the nightmares, it was dark, which sent even more shivers up her spine. All these ridiculous feelings! she would think, and then she would settle her head back down and fall asleep again. When she finally woke up, she could feel someone gaze on her. She stayed as still as she could, frantically trying to remember where she was, and who was with her in the place. The feel of the stare moved on and she heard movement. Cracking one green eyes open, she surveyed the area. Ah, she remembered where she was! Some broken old warehouse. What she was still confused over was the male human standing with his gun pointing out the window. She tried to leap to her feet, random instincts in her body telling her to run, but her ungainly body just slid from the crates she had been stretched over and hit the ground. "Ouch!" She yelled horrifyingly loudly as she hit the ground at a painful angle. Thankfully, all her memories came back. His name was Jay, he'd told her, and she was currently partnered to him. Demi shoved herself to her feet, shaking her head back and forth with a rather stunned look on her face. She wasn't used to landing hard, she wasn't used to pain. She pushed her thick black hair away from her face and behind her ears. "Gree-ood morning, Jay." She stumbled over the world, remembering what humans said in the morning. Good morning, not greetings! She brushed off her dirty (horribly so!) clothes and concentrated on her trust aura. If only she had cool powers, like other demons! But no, she was stuck with tools of deception! She sighed and rubbed her now-bruised elbow.