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

[eden .]

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{ Nathan } - { Male } - { Twenty Two } - { Unforgiving }

{ Name } Nathan Jay Decker -- considering that his father left his mother as soon as she was impregnated, he has a rather normal name for the type of person that he is. His first name has no meaning besides the fact that his mother liked the sound of it, and his middle name--which he hates--is his demon father's vessel's name. He hates it so much that he'll typically introduce himself as just "Nathan Decker"--Decker being his mother's maiden name.
{ Nickname } How about a punch in the face?--Nathan dislikes being called anything besides "Nathan". It's just a thing of his. He really doesn't like nicknames because it makes him feel like a pet or something. Anyways, feel free to make one up, as long as you don't mind a free punch in the face.
{ Age } Twenty Three -- Nathan celebrated his birthday quite recently, actually. His birth wasn't that exciting, though, besides the fact that his mother thought he'd have horns or something when he was born
{ Gender } Male--...Not much to say there.
{ Species } Half-Demon
{ Birthplace } Lagrange, Illinois--It's a teeny weeny town in Illinois, don't worry if you've never heard of it in your life.



{ Physical Appearance } Enduring, Muscled, and Somewhat Striking--In general Nathan is one of those guys that you tend to notice if not because of his sheer masculinity because of the way he holds himself. Firstly, Nathan, while he doesn't work out like a maniac, he does have some muscle to his name. His shoulders are on the more square side but not overly boxy, and he's quite tall. The height is mostly from the legs. It's clear that he exudes quite an arrogant air, as well, although when you first meet him he'll probably act rather debonair.
{ Eye color } Blue-Gray --It's certainly not a striking or electric shade of blue, much to Nathan's regret. In the right light they might look more blue or more gray. It depends. It'll never be a glowing blue, though.
{ Hair color } Black and Back--His hair is very, very black. You might as well have dumped a bottle on ink on it and you'd not be able to tell the difference. It's actually a large shock against his complexion, which looks that much paler against his dark locks. It actually curls naturally, although Nathan has to work to get it to stay swept back like it does. Otherwise it gets all in his eyes and annoys the sanity out of him.
{ Height } Six Feet Three Inches; 1.90 meters (190 cm)
{ Weight } 176 Pounds; About 80 kilos
{ Modifications } None--Tattoos never really appealed to Nathan in any sort of way. He admits to seeing pretty cool designs on some people, but it's just not the kind of thing that he would ever do. It never really occurred to him to even consider branding himself with ink. Nathan doesn't have any piercings, either. He's not really the earring wearing kind of guy. He's rather boring in this aspect.



{ Personality } Firstly, Nathan hates things that he considers "wasting time" and idleness. Usually he'll do two things at once under the pretext that otherwise he's not doing as much as he could be. While it might be because of his slight ADHD, Nathan really does hate standing still. He's studious and ever wanting more work to be done. Otherwise, he doesn't really know what he's working for. As such, he hates being dragged down by people that he feels are slowing him down, and usually Nathan likes going at things alone. If he is forced into a spot where he has to work with other people, Nathan prefers to take the leadership position simply because he dislikes knowing that he needs to listen to someone else.

This directly relates to Nathan's distrust in other people to make the "right" choices. Trusting his own cold, hard, logical thinking, Nathan usually forces himself to be the leader. The few times he's allowed other people to the lead he's disagreed with almost all decisions they've made. More often than not he's right on his own counts, and he argues these points with these leaders. Nathan enjoys being right, you see, and he usually is.

While he might come off as arrogant (especially when you first meet him), in reality Nathan is simply confident in his own skin, and he knows that he does command some level of attention. He also realizes there are some people that are better than him in this world, and he treads carefully. Nathan is not above bribery and flattery, and sometimes he'll go as far as blackmail. As a result, Nathan is no more loyal to you as he is to me. The only person he's truly serving is himself. Thus, Nathan is also quite selfish in this respect. However, Nathan is not above niceties, and he has extended hands of friendship -- for a price. To Nathan the world is of one of checks and balances. And you always have to pay your dues.

If you actually break down his defensive outer shell, Nathan is actually much of a gentlemen. He enjoys a good debate once in a while, and prides himself in his large knowledge of politics and history, which he often uses in his arguments. He's polite and can actually come off as charming. Actually, when you first meet him, Nathan will probably show off his debonair side to win you over. He doesn't really see the point in creating an enemy before he has to. However, beware: Nathan is disturbingly blunt. While he might say it with polite words, he doesn't bother sugar coating things. He feels that it wastes time and energy. He doesn't bother with things like subtlety and hidden innuendos. He says it as he sees it, and in any case he finds the some people are too stupid to understand implications, anyway. If you should hate him for it, Nathan doesn't much care. It's not like you're of much importance to him. You're just another person. Expendable. Like him.

It's incredible how Nathan can hold a grudge. While it takes quite a bit to get him riled up, if you do something that really does upset him, he'll not help you or extend a hand to you ever again. Of course, Nathan doesn't have many true enemies. He's in general rather open minded, and while he dislikes being wrong he doesn't dislike learning new information and perspectives. Rather, to become his enemy you have to do something that's truly offensive or frustrating. He probably won't like you if you don't listen to him, either.

If you're in a pickle that Nathan doesn't have to get involved in, there are only a few things that'll help his decision in whether or not he should come and save you: how much he likes you, how dangerous the person that's threatening you is, and how much material and potential value you hold. It'll probably be the latter that comes first in choosing his decision, and will work its way back from there, his personal feelings coming dead last. Nathan's cold strategic mindset is rather unforgiving, so if you really want him to back you up, you'll have to seriously prove you're worth the trouble. Otherwise, Nathan will turn his back, or otherwise kill you to kill the the one threatening you because they're such a large threat. As you might expect, Nathan is always frustrated of people who have the conscience to come and save him when its not worth it, as well. Don't expect him to be thankful.

{ Likes }
✔ Work
✔ Action
✔ Leading
✔ Control
✔ Lamb Chops
✔ Potatoes
✔ Tchaikovsky
✔ Disturbed
✔ [Intelligent] Debates
✔ Efficiency

{ Dislikes }
✖ People that Disagree with Him
✖ Idleness
✖ Idiocy
✖ Nuts
✖ Mozart
✖ Laziness
✖ Evanescence
✖ Sluggishness
✖ Bleeding Hearts
✖ Whining
✖ James Patterson

{ Strengths } Being the Best -- Or at least, he tries to be. Admittedly he has a lot on his side. Along with his power Nathan is already a rather capable fighter. While he doesn't have a specific weapon that he favors he does alright in the battlefield. As you can imagine, he's rather difficult to kill if you're aiming to break a bone here and there. Besides that, Nathan has an inherent talent for musical things, such as instruments and singing, although lyric writing is a struggle. His mental math is excellent, and has a near perfect photographic memory. He likes bragging about that.
{ Weaknesses } He's got no allies--Seriously. No one likes him. While he enjoys being alone someday he's going to need help, and no one will help him--partly because he'll be too proud to accept it. His pride is his own hubris, as well as his arrogance. Apart from that, Nathan tends to be rather unsocial in terms of being likable, and it's doubtful that he's the best fighter in the field, as his powers are decidedly un-offensive.
{ Powers } Bone Density--Nathan's bones are so hard and thick that breaking even a finger takes a huge amount of force. Thus, he can probably jump off a building and come away from it with all of his bones intact, as well as his vitals (since his bones are protecting them). In fact, if he landed on his feet he'd avoid all superficial damages, as well. You see, while his bones are very hard his skin is still very much human. Because of the density of his bones Nathan tends to have more body mass (which was not calculated into his actual weight, FYI). You'd have more luck bleeding him out than trying to cut off his head, because his spine probably won't break on whatever blade you wield.



{ Family } Father, Mother, Brother--well, his father, of course, is a demon. His mother is a normal human, as is his younger brother. His younger brother is technically his half-brother, and he basically hates Nathan after he found out that he's part Satan--at least, that's how he sees it. In all technicality that's not true. Still, Nathan's not a huge fan of him, either. His mother ended up favoring the human son (Nathan admittedly saw that coming) and he hasn't heard from them, since.
{ Crush } None--Uh, firstly: he'll probably make you cry. Secondly: he says he has better things to do.
{ Status } Single -- Not looking, not caring, working.

[so...I saw Faust's power and I was like WOOP. KINDA SIMILAR. How do you feel about that? ]

[LEAVING]

WIP, HAVE TO GO SOON, CAN I ROLEPLAY AND FINISH THIS LATER?

"War is all we know."

{ Aura } - { Female} - {14} - { Shy }

▶ I am...

{ Name } Aura Scarletta Nako
{ Nickname } Aura
{ Age } 14
{ Gender } Female
{ Species } Angel

▶ line of sight

{ Physical Appearance } Quite skinny for her age, pale
{ Eye color } Dark Blue
{ Hair color } Long Dark Brown hair just under the shoulders.
{ Height } WIP
{ Weight } WIP
{ Modifications } A large scar on the back of her neck.
▶ on the inside

{ Personality } WIP
{ Likes } She likes a couple of things. She enjoys the taste of candy, particually chocolate and lolipops, She loves the sound of rain hitting concrete and she's also a huge fan of human technology.
{ Dislikes } Demons, Eggs and The smell of after it rains
{ Strengths } She's qute fast and smart for her age
{ Weaknesses } Not actually that strong, and not very good at human culture (She doesn't get out much.)
{ Powers } Minor healing, Minor Fire Bending and Temporary Extreme Speed (About 10 seconds, and they go 5x their normal speed)

▶ near and dear

{ Family } Haku her father and Daisy her mother, both deceased
{ Crush } None
{ Status } Single and not at all looking

[eden .]

WIP ONLY IF HE'S ACCEPTED. Just here for ref. if I need it. ^^

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мαℓє ● 22 ● ѕιηgℓє, ησ cяυѕн ● нαℓƒ-∂ємση
ℓσcαтιση: N/A ● ωιтн: N/A

Earth, huh? Lilith grinned as she scuffed the ground with her shoe, glancing over her vessel with some curiosity and fascination. It hadn't been long since she'd gained this human face, and she was still getting used to the limitations. She couldn't do half the things she could've if she'd been full demon, but alas, what could you do? Lilith gazed around the place with some condescension. She had lived here, once. Of course, it was somewhat different in the time that she was born, but that was hardly the point she was trying to make for herself, here. Smiling to herself in the moment of poetic irony, Lilith stepped off the building and allowed herself to fall.

Exhilarating. It was the closest thing she'd ever come to flying. For a moment Lilith let herself close her eyes, feel the vertigo and the small millisecond where for a moment gravity didn't exist...then she opened her eyes and shouted down to the civilians below, "Catch me!"

The effect was instantaneous. Immediately the little ants scrambled themselves together, lining themselves up and raising their arm as if to embrace Lilith, to welcome her as if she were the Savior herself. How unfortunate. Lilith landed in their waiting arms with minimal casualties, feeling that the vessel was certainly not made for this sort of extremity. What a shame. Lilith rose from the pile of collapsed bodies and stalked down the street, leaving the dazed humans to it as the waited a new order that would never come.

Cheeks flushed with blood and her eyes wide with excitement, Lilith's grin could've easily been mistaken for maniac. Perhaps it was. She crept through the city with purpose although she had no idea where she was going. Earth was different now. But the humans still had to remember their place.

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ƒємαℓє ● 21 ● ѕιηgℓє, ησ cяυѕн ● ∂ємση
ℓσcαтιση: City; Rooftop ● ωιтн: No One

[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's eyes glinted in the light of pure hatred boiling up inside of him, and he snapped his head up, sending a blazing glare in the direction of the boy - of the demon, he was sure -- who spoke you him. An angry sneer marred his features, already feeling his head whirring as he thought of where to attack, what to rip off first. He didn't care how the demon knew his name -- he wasn't exactly popular with the evil scum.

"You dare--?" Faust says, head tilted scrutinize. He takes a step forward. "You dare speak to me? Are you aware how easily--" he stops again, and looks over the boys small physique, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lip. "--how easily I could rip scum like you apart? I am an angel, boy." Faust thinks about his hand snapping the demon's neck, almost a bit happy to have stumbled across one -- he hadn't battled in a long time, and his power raged inside him, fighting to be released.

He didn't even know why he was spending his time talking to this boy.

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{:: N ᴀ ᴏ ᴍ ɪ ::}

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Some of us, we're hardly ever here
The rest of us, we're born to disappear

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Jane suddenly stopped screaming inside her head, and Naomi looked up, frightened. There were only two things that stopped Jane when she got started -- John, and other people (or less pleasant things) around her. Naomi bit her lip, standing up on shaky legs, crossing over to the dust-covered window. She pulled her sleeve up over her hand and wiped some dirt away, her breath condensing on the glass as soon as she leaned forward. The landscape was empty, but somebody, something, was moving out there.

"Ohh, you should kill him!" said a deeper voice, not Jane's, but John's. "How many dead people do you think it would take to push him down?" He sounded gleeful, and Naomi felt something churning in her head. "No," she whispered. "Please, please, no!" She forced herself away from the sill, trying to block out John's little cackles and the faces of the dead that were in the ground. She could hear them now, all screaming let me out! let me out! and straining against Naomi's will to keep them Down. She felt to her knees, pushing her palms onto her ears and rocking back and forth. Stay down, stay down! she thought desperately. I don't want him dead!

[[ AuraNako, sorry, but I don't think you're literate enough for this RP.
And Choey, I'm kind of busy and I can't read Nathan's whole form right now, but I'll let you know that it look good and that's he's accepted. :3
Also, woop, similarrritieesss. xD ]]

[LEAVING]

((I have to go in a few minutes, So I couldn't write much. I can post a sample if you need proof/))

[Runningdawn]

[[ Try and finish as much of your form as you can and when you're done, I'll see.
Oh, and um, real pictures, please. I neglected to put that in the rules, sorry. ]]

[Jalista]

"Don't leave a fight without a fight."

{ Demi Kindle } - { Female } - { 19 } - { Deceptive }

▶ I am...


{ Name } Demi Kindle. She devised the name herself, Demi for demise and Kindle for the passions she loves to kindle. Her demonic name is much harder to say, and even she prefers to use it.
{ Nickname } Demi. She doesn't like people calling her Dem or Mi, because it ruins the whole point of her using the name.
{ Age } 16. She looks young and innocent, fresh as a flower.
{ Gender } Female.
{ Species } Demon.


▶ line of sight


{ Physical Appearance } Demi has a strange complexion. Her skin is dark, going well with her raven black hair, and her eyes are a startling bright pastel green. Her eyes are wide and innocent, placed above high cheek bones and accompanied by chiseled features. She has long, thin legs pushing her up to five feet five inches. She is light on her feet, agile, and fast as befits a demon. Her arms are long and slender, along with her fingers. She has a soft touch, making her a talented pick-pocket.
{ Eye color } Bright pastel green. They are startlingly bright, but at the same time a pale green.
{ Hair color } Raven black. Her hair hangs just past her elbows and is straight with a slight wave.
{ Height } 5.4 feet or 1.6 meters. Demi isn't too tall, but she isn't too short.
{ Weight } 98 pounds or 44.6 kilos. Demi is surprisingly light.
{ Modifications } [color=#808080]None.


▶ on the inside


{ Personality } Demi is all about deception. Her whole purpose, it seems, is to deceive someone until they think she is someone good, then she stabs them in the back. She loves to hurt people in the most intimate way she can. She, however, shows a different side to fellow demons. She is friendly and social once you get past the lies. Of course, that doesn't mean she's not lying...
{ Likes } Demi likes dancing most of all. She finds it fun and exhilarating. She also enjoys swimming, and taking walks at night. She enjoys curling up in some comfy armchair and reading a book (a newfound enjoyment).
{ Dislikes } Demi doesn't like bright lights, loud noises, and crows. She isn't sure why she doesn't like crows, she just doesn't. If she sees one, she chases it away.
{ Strengths } Demi is fast and agile. She can deceive someone and manipulate them to her will pretty well, too.
{ Weaknesses } Demi is weak. She can easily be outmatched in a mostly strength fight. She is also overconfident, and doesn't worry about people attacking or deceiving her. This also means she doesn't notice much. An angel could walk by right under her nose and she might not notice.
{ Powers } Demi has a feel that makes people trust her, confide in her, and care about her. She can also catch random, strong thoughts out of someone's mind.


▶ near and dear


{ Family } Demi doesn't really know who her mother is, and she knows she has no siblings.
{ Crush } Demi isn't interested in romance.
{ Status } [color=#808080]Single, but looking for someone to stab in the back (literally or not, she's not picky...).

[ This is horribly illiterate for me, but I will be strengthening it more as I roleplay if I get accepted. Sorry it's so short and choppy. ]

[Zombie Skittles]

{ - Whew. Okay, she's done. If you need me to change anything, I'll be happy to. It seemed to me like it was a little choppy in the end, cause I got tired. Hehe C: }

Under construction :3

{ Kiara } - { Female } - { Twenty-one } - { Headstrong }

{ Name } "My name is Kiara Lynn Fields. I haven't scared you away yet?" Produced KEY / ARE / uh. Kiara decided that her demon mother named her the name she has now. Her mother coming from a Celtic family, would know what her child's name would mean. While her clueless human father would not. Kiara's name comes from a Celtic origin, if you haven't guess already. It means, small and dark. Which fits her pretty well, although, she's not that small anymore.

{ Nickname } "Nicknames seem childish at times.. But I have a few; that others have called me." Kiara would rather just be called Kiara, but some people disagree. They've chose to shorten it, even though it was short to begin with, to Key. Sometimes it annoys her, especially when she barely knows whoever calling her 'Key'. So she rather have a close friend, if she had any, to call her Key. Not some random stranger.

{ Age } "Twenty-one, bring on the alcohol!" Yet, Kiara seems a bit younger then she looks. Which she's thankful, yet annoyed. Some people people don't believe that she's actually twenty-one and she has to explain to them. While, she gets to do what other adults get to do. Like drink... Yes, she likes to drink.

{ Gender } "I can't believe you just asked that question." Well, clearly, Kiara is a female. And gets pretty offended when someone actually doesn't know if she is a male, or female. I mean, can't you see breast hanging from her chest. Or maybe her face structure, it seems pretty feminine.

{ Species } "Half-demon.. Yay...." Yes, Kiara is a half-demon. And she regrets every minute of it. There's so many side-affects to being a half-demon. Yeah, sure you have powers. But Kiara can't even control them. If she could only be a human, or even a full blood demon. Nope, she's stuck with 50-50. Half human, half demon. Beware..

{ Birthplace } "Somewhere in Texas." Dallas. Kiara is a country girl. Though she hates it. The accents annoy her more then anything. Country music makes her feel like her brain is melting and pouring out of her ears. But she's always liked wearing the big ten-gallon hats on top of her head. She loves the warm weather, and hates the cold.



{ Physical Appearance } "It's all I got. Take it or leave it. Wait, scratch that. Don't take anything, I don't need someone who wants my body. It's just another distraction." Overall, Kiara is slender and lithe. She's quick on her feet, and graceful as well. She's neither short, nor tall. Somewhere in the middle. A normal height for a grown woman. 5'6" feet tall. And with the weight of one-hundred twenty-seven { 127 } pounds provides her slender looking body. She has more of a olive completion. She has a good tan all around her body. Other then where her bathing suit was covering. There's darker little freckles spread across her cheeks. An odd look, but yet attractive. Her eyes are something different. They are a hazel color. But we all know that there's different types of hazel. And Kiara's are golden-green. They become more of one color depending on her mood. More golden for when she's angry, annoyed, and/or stressed. Or green for whens she's happy, excited, or just having a good time. In her neutral mood, its somewhere in between. Her wild dirty blonde hair completes the look. Its think and wavy. Not straight, not curly. Wavy. Like seaweed. Her hair is more lighter in the summer, and darker in the winter.

{ Eye color } "Golden-hazel" As said before, they change with her mood. Sometimes with the color of her clothing she's wearing as well. They are very striking. She may think that they are ugly, but others don't. Lots of people have told her she had pretty eyes, but yet she doesn't listen. Of course, she never does.

{ Hair color } "Dirty blonde. But I am definitely not stupid. Blonde jokes are so off by a long shot. Not ever blonde is a stupid retard." Kiara's hair is long and wavy. Reaches about the top of her breast. Her hair is parted one side with less hair, and the other tons of it. Her bangs usually get in her face. On the top its more blonde, yet with some low-lights all around. And on the bottom its more of a darker color.

{ Height } "I think I'm pretty tall. Though, I've stopped growing, while other girls might have not." 5'7" feet - 1.524 meters

{ Weight } "If you call me fat, you must be blind." 127 lbs - 57.6062 kg

{ Modifications } "I have a few..." To start, there are her piercings. She has two holes in her lobe of her ear. On the left side is a ring in her cartilage. She also as a nose ring as well. Not a stud, a ring. Then there's scars up and down her arms like everyone else... Its part of history. But, she has on across her right cheek, long but light. And she hates it when someone touches it.



{ Personality } "Hah. Now, you should run." Stubborn. Challenging. Scared.
All these words describe Kiara. She acts like she's all tough, but that's just a coverup from her past. She doesn't like being told what to do, things go her way, and they always will. When she's right, she's right --- when's wrong, she's right. She will never admit that she is wrong about something. Yet, she knows she is, she'll just deny it. And then she likes to push people's buttons. See if they're man enough. Because clearly she isn't. But she wants to be on top. And her acting makes it seems like it. She seems like she's better at the world, but she's not. And most people can't tell, because Kiara is to stubborn to let them rise to the top. She finds herself rude and sarcastic. Teasing everyone -- world. Not playing by the rules. She plays things dirty. A sore sport. Kiara is not someone you would want to be friends with if your happy go-lucky, childish. God, she hates children. If your playful, it makes Kiara hate you more then she would. Its hard for this girl to warm up to you.
Kiara is not right in the head. She's insane. Pain, she loves it. Giving someone else, or even herself. And sometimes that scares her, how much she loves it. And this makes her angry. When Kiara is angry, everyone is not-happy. Its like the world falls apart. And then she can't control her powers. The go onto overload and mess up everything, and when I say everything. I mean everything. She's like a fireball or a lighter. Unpredictable. So she can't trust herself, around things, people -- everything. She's scared of herself from just bursting out in flames.

{ Likes } "Not something a normal person would like. But, I'm me, and always will be. Not them.."Warm weather, the heat. Running, she likes to feel.. Free from herself and the world. Some escape. Like sleeping, but yet, your still awake. Pain. A needle through the skin, or a knife cutting through flesh. Yeah, I told you she wasn't normal. But something that most people would like, is the sun setting and rising. She loves watching it. And the moon, it feels like another would out there. Somewhere out of the h3ll hole.

{ Dislikes } "This could become a long list." Herself for one. Clearly she doesn't trust herself. Water, she hates it. Rain, the ocean, ponds or lakes. Even puddles. Its like she's afraid of it. She hates water more then anything. Idiots annoy her. Its like they don't have a brain, it frustrates her so much it makes steam come out of her ears... Well, not literally, but close enough. People. She just doesn't like others. Forever alone.. Thankfully.

{ Strengths } "I would say everything. But that's a total lie." Running- shes pretty fast at it. Since she does it a lot. It takes her mind of things. Even though she despises angels, she always wondered what it would be like to fly, so running is like her flying. If you know what I mean. Then there's making others feel bad about themselves. That's self explanatory. She's pretty good at convincing people on things, and that takes a good poker face. She can't just start bursting out laughing when she's trying to tell someone a "serious" matter.

{ Weaknesses } "Well, um.. There's a few." Like many other halfers, controlling her power is one. Being told what to do. Yeah, she won't listen to anything others say. She's a leader, not a follower.

{ Powers } "Disappointing in my opinion." Lame as it is, Kiara can control fire. Not something useful like healing, or necromancy. Though it suits her personality well. Kiara was fourteen when she first observed that she had this power. It freaked her out to be honest. She knew that she was different, but she didn't know she was that different. From the beginning, fire only came from when she was angry. Not just a little bit angry, she had to be furious, once there was a gleam of flames in her eyes, there it was, fire coming out of her. Like oil coming out of peoples pours. Over the years, she's been able to control when she can use it, and when not to. Unless she gets over emotional. Like to sad, or angry. Sometimes even happy, there was something burning around her. Once she uses her power, she becomes really weary and tired. Sometimes she would faint. She's not the strongest.



{ Family } "I hate family..." Well, to start, her mother left when she was four years old. Never knew what happened to her. She ran away from her father when she was sixteen. Never had any brothers or sisters. And that was that. Nothing more.

{ Crush } "Yeah, like that's gonna happen." Kiara is definitely not the girl who would be falling in love. Ever. And no one would want to fall in love with someone like her. She's just a tad bit scary.

{ Status } Yes, she is single. But she's clearly not looking. No one would want to hook up with this one. And she feels the same way.

[Psychotic Addictions]

Raven
She heard it. Loud and clear. The two voices and both of them male. She trembled slightly. The way each one talked, she could tell. One was an Angle and the other was a Demon. The two things that caused her to know what true fear was. Raven stopped in her tracks. She was screwed. Her dark brown eyes graceless until she spotted both of them. They were both up ahead.

[Noel]

Kiro Briht
In a post where Allen
Is learning what to do

Kiro, oddly, was all but laughing. He had been bored all day; human screams only provided so much entertainment. Finally, finally, there was something interesting. An angel had seemingly randomly popped up among the cloud of thoughts Kiro sorted through every minute of his life, which Kiro viewed as an opportunity to end his boredom. "Yeah, I dare. Clearly." Kiro answered snidely, a mocking grin on his face. Yes, he was small, and yes, he could not hope to put up a fight. But he was not the average demon; Faust would fine him very hard to rip apart indeed, although the thoughts about snapping his neck were a bit unsettling to have to listen too.
"A very arrogant angel at that!" Kiro exclaimed cheerily, clapping his hands together once as if an excited young child. Remaining a good ten feet away, which would give him enough time to move if Faust attacked, he added: "Snapping my neck won't work so well if you can't catch me, no? You angels really aren't that bright." Leaping back another foot or two, almost mockingly, Kiro simply gave another grin. It looked like his boredom was over for awhile yet. He would be able to know what Faust was thinking about doing before he did it, which would make him be able to move in time. Hopefully.