Heaven and Hell {Semi-lit to Literate Role Play} Accepting!

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{Wow, hope you get better soon.}

Abigail Kaether
(Abby)

It took Cal a few seconds to answer. Abigail was a bit surprised with what she heard. From what she'd seen of him, she'd expected...She didn't know. Maybe a lawyer or something? He seemed like he had the attitude for it. Nonetheless, art did sound pretty interesting. "You're an artist?" She asked pleasantly, trying to look perkier. "That sounds fun! I've never had the gift, myself."

She nodded in response to his second question. "Spot on, a-actually." She said with a small grin. "I am majoring in English. I've always loved books."

Abigail decided to say something else to continue the conversation. She had to think for a moment before she was able to force anything out. This was always where it went really wrong--after the introductions and all that. She just had to try to go along as best she could. "H-Honestly, I'm a bit nervous about school. It's not the grades I'm worried about, really. I've always been good at school. It's just so different here--this place and this city are so big. It's going to take a while for me to figure out how to get around here. Figure out how things go."

[Kaliyana]

{I'll add in Calix's post after I take a shower, and after that I'm probably going to sleep for twelve hours xD}

Alexis Williams
{"If I had a British accent, I'd never shut up."}
{"If you don't live for something, you will die for nothing."}

"Call me Lexi!" | Age; 796 | Species; Angel | Rank; 6 | Gender; Female | SO; Straight | Location; Her apartment | Mood; Relaxed | Talking to; No one

XX XX

"Love is handing someone
a gun and letting it
point to your head, trusting
that he won't pull the trigger."

As Alexis stepped outside the building, she took in a deep breath of the air around her. She sighed happily, smiling widely at the clear sky above her. She took a moment to scan the campus, the dorm buildings off to her right, the art, music, theatre building off to the left of the main building, all the trees that seemed to smile down at her in the warmth of the sun. She always loved trees, because she could climb into them and be close to the sky without having to reveal her wings to any humans who might be near by. Not that there usually were, Alexis was pretty good at picking a spot that no humans were, or no humans went to very often. She knew what she was doing most of the time, knew how to hide from them; knew just how high up she had to fly to not be seen from the ground. Another skill that developed after many centuries. All though, anyone who claimed to see a winged being flying across the sky would be called crazy; and now a days there were air planes she had to worry about...

XX

"Going to Church doesn't
make you a Christian any
more than standing in a
garage makes you a car."

She shook her head as she walked across the campus to the exit. She was one of the very few who did not live on campus. She knew that she should have moved into the dorms, because that would have been the best way for her to spy on the humans and the demons who were hidden among them. At the thought of demons, the image of her French teacher popped into her mind and she frowned. She was sure he was a demon, he had to be, because she knew no human to be that cruel and no angel, unless fallen, would even think to be like that. She hesitated for a moment, her foot hovering above the ground as she considered that maybe he was indeed a fallen angel. At least then she might be able to help him and bring him back to heaven... No, he's not a fallen. She shook her head and continued walking. She would have felt it if he was a fallen angel. At least, that's what she told herself.

XX

"I am so clever that
sometimes I don't understand
a single word of
what I am saying."

She rounded the corner and stepped up to her apartment building. It was a rather expensive looking building, and in all honesty it was. She had been walking the earth for so long that she had just accumulated so much money she didn't know what to do with it. She knew it was probably wrong to do so, to keep that money when Angels didn't need it, but she had spent so much time here, so much time... She needed a place to live, a place to call her home until it was time to return to heaven. So, until then, she lived here. She smiled at the others in lobby, getting their mail, and headed up the stairs to her room on the third floor. She pulled the key out of her pocket, the only thing she did not keep in her purse, and unlocked the door before slipping in quietly. She threw her bag on the couch, pulled off her sweater and untied her hair. She pulled it back again and tied it into a bun as she walked to the kitchen to make a glass of tea.

{Sorry! I ended up going to sleep a lot sooner than I planned. Luckily, I have a couple hours before I need to take my neck pill so I can still get Cal's post done :3}

Calix Demetri
{"I'm kind of a big deal."}
{"Death is hereditary."}

"Call me Cal." | Age; 645 | Species; Demon | Rank; 6 | Power; Fire | Gender; Male | SO; Pan. Sorta. | Location; Outside the art building. | Mood; Bored | Talking to; Abigail

XX XX

"Of course I talk
to myself. Sometimes
I need expert advice."

"Trust me, it's not as fun as it sounds love." He murmured, remembering how he was torments by the demons who were close enough to him that they could do so without getting turned to ash. He wasn't exactly fond of the way they saw his art, like he was some weakling. He knew he was stronger than all of them, and they knew it too, but he was too fond of them to really kill them for mocking him. They were, in all honesty, the closet thing he had to friends, even though he would never admit that out loud and he would kill himself before he ever told it to them. "Especially with the things I draw." He hadn't meant to say that at all, and to hide his shock at the words slipping past his lips, he just shrugged one of his shoulders and pretended to roll his neck to stretch out an imaginary kink in it.

XX

"I either
get what I want
or I change my mind."

He opened his eyes again and shifted them so he could watch her out of the corner of his eye. He was starting to get bored again, which he knew might end out badly for the girl sitting next to him. He promised himself he wouldn't do anything rash, like light anything on fire in her presence, but his fingers were just tingling with the urge... But he continued speaking to her as if nothing was wrong with him, speaking with perfect ease that she'd never suspect he was actually thinking about killing something. "Do you write at all?" He asked with fake curiosity. "Or do you only read books?"

XX

"Keep smiling, it
makes people wonder
what you're up to."

Love, you have no idea how different it is here. He almost grinned at her, but he decided not to, because he was sure that being this close she would see that his canines were a tad bit longer than a humans should be; one little downside to being a demon who had fangs; they shrunk, but not to normal human size, hard to blend in with those... Even if most of the humans just assumed he was a carnivore, which he was. "This place isn't all that bad." He had to bit the tip of his tongue to keep from laughing as he said this. Those words coming from the mouth of a demon was priceless. "Do you live on campus or off? Living on would be a lot easier to navigate, and if you find someone who lives around here you can start working on the city itself." Why exactly was he trying to give her advice on how to get around here? He was thinking of ways to kill her, he shouldn't be trying to help her...

[Kaliyana]

{Oh no! Everyone vanished! What ever shall I do? ... Be bored. That's what. So come back everyone! I have cookies! :3}

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{I'm sorry it took me a couple of days. I've had a lot of tests. I haven't abandoned you, really. xD}

Abigail Kaether
(Abby)

"Oh?" She said curiously, tilting her head to the side. "What kind of things do you draw?" Abigail was genuinely curious about this. She did know that doing creative things wasn't always fun--goodness knows she'd suffered lots of headaches whilst writing particularly hard scenes--but it was different for everyone.

"Yes, I do write. Finished a couple of things. Haven't published yet. But maybe one day. I doubt it'll ever happen, though." She said with a shrug. Though she loved writing, she didn't feel that anyone would ever really be interested in anything she wrote. It could just be low self esteem that made her think that, true, but she chose to think the worst until told otherwise.

"I live on campus. B-Been figuring out exactly where everything is--wandering around. With a place this big you'd think they'd have a map or something..." She mused. "I'm sure I'll figure it out soon enough." She thought to herself. "It'll just take time." "Do you know anything about this campus? Where are the best and most interesting places to go? I already have a general idea where my lecture halls are, so I don't need directions to them."

[Kaliyana]

{I forgot it was midterm season. ;-;
Never understood the reason for a exam like thing three months into the school year. Never did midterms...

Just a little note to everyone so I don't confuse anyone. I have to switch from third person to first person posts.
Upon trying to join a semi-literate+ roleplay club it came to my attention that my "wording is awkward", my " sense of direction/focus is all over the place" and my "structure is off". I believe the largest reason for this is because I write in first person for my novels, but not for my roleplays. So, I'm going to switch it and hope that makes them less awkward and give it a better focus.

Small downside to writing in first person; I write much more than I do for third person. Which is the entire reason I used third person for roleplays... Just let me know if you guys want me to shorten my posts, because I have no problem doing so. }

Calix Demetri
{"I'm kind of a big deal."}
{"Death is hereditary."}

"Call me Cal." | Age; 645 | Species; Demon | Rank; 6 | Power; Fire | Gender; Male | SO; Pan. Sorta. | Location; Outside the art building. | Mood; Suddenly intrigued | Talking to; Abigail

XX XX

"Of course I talk
to myself. Sometimes
I need expert advice."

I half opened my mouth to answer her question, the sudden urge to share with her what I draw surprisingly overwhelming, but I caught myself and snapped my mouth shut again. I scanned her face for a moment, not entirely sure what I was looking for. But when I found nothing but genuine curiosity a sigh pushed past my lips and I reached for the bag I had set on the ground. I lifted it into my lap, and took a second to consider my options. One, I could show her the thing I had just been working on, the snarling and extremely sexy vampire, or I could show her the sketch book that had slightly creepy but less dramatic things in it. The first option was likely to scare her so bad she might end up in a mental hospital for the rest of her days, I hardly thought she needed to see the demons I drew; they were extremely provocative as well as very obviously deadly. The second option was a lot more personal that I'd like her to know; sketches of people and places I felt were important to me, given a demonic twist to make them look fictional. And people who had once been important to me as well, though no one knew of them... I took too seconds to decide and picked the second option. I handed the sketchbook to her with a wide smirk. "Take a look for yourself."

XX

"I either get what I want
or I change my mind."

I had to force my eyes away from the sketchbook that now sat in her hand, repressing the urge to grab it and either toss it, or make it burst into flames. I shouldn't have it, it would only end up coming back to bite me in the ass eventually. But I forced myself to listen to the rest of what she was saying and answer her. Why was she holding my attention for so long? "What do you write about?" I asked slowly, working to keep my true curiosity out of my voice. I left enough in it to let her know that I was interested, but not enough for her to think I was trying to get in her head, even though I was. There was a flash of something on her face, something that looked a little like insecurity, but I ignored it because I was sure she wouldn't want me to pry into it."I'm going to guess it's not princesses and fairies and unicorns. You don't look like that type of girl." I flashed her another smirk and hoped that I guessed right again. Even though I didn't picture her writing about princesses and knights in shining armour, something about her made me think that maybe she believed in things like that. I almost snorted. No man would ever rescue a women just to rescue her, he was always hoping for something in return; and it was almost always sex. The romantic ideas women held were absolutely ridiculous. No wonder no man ever stood up to their expectations.

XX

"Keep smiling, it
makes people wonder
what you're up to."

"They didn't give you a map?" That question hadn't meant to slip out, but I covered the slip up with a quick frown and dove into looking in my bag. I was only doing that so she wouldn't see the anger that I was sure crossed my face; I hated it when I said things I hadn't meant to, which happens more often then I would really like to admit. The little voice in the back of my head, the one that all humans had that told them to "shut up!" when they were about to say something stupid, hardly ever seemed to work for me, especially when I need it too. I pulled out a folder at the bottom of my bag, and opened it quickly. I had to flip through the papers to find the map I had been given, doing so (hopefully) fast enough that she couldn't see the profiles hidden there. I had seen people around that acted like angels or demons. I was keeping tabs on them, hoping I see if I could catch them if they really were demons or angels. I snapped the folder closed and slipped it into my bag with one hand, and offered her the map with the other. "I don't need it, I know my way around the place." I didn't smile, or grin or smirk this time, just set it on her lap and continued speaking. "There's an on-campus café a few minutes walk from here, it's right around here." I pointed to the main building on the map, and then dragged my hand to the smaller section on the main building that seemed to be jutting out from the rest of the structure. It was, because it had been built on many years after the main building. "They had a decent "movie theatre", their words, not mine. It's more like a really big TV with surround sound and lots of sitting space, but it's pretty good. You have to bring your own movies though, and your own snacks." I pointed to a section near the dorm buildings. It sat in between the two female dorm buildings, and the two male dorm buildings. It was one of the very few places that both the male and female students were allowed to stay together after dark.

[Leviathan007]

Felix had tailed her from beginning to end. Hiding in the shadows of corners and alleys, occasionally using magic to camoflauge himself. And she was never the wiser. As she neared her apartment building, he was across the street, hiding behind a car, and casually leaning against it, like he owned it. A cigarette mysteriously appeared in his hand, his lips blowing rings of smoke up at the sky, watching her from the corner of his eye. Once she had entered the apartment, he swerved and dashed across the street, a fleeting shadow that no mortal eye could have seen. Slipping inside before the door even closed shut.
She was now travelling up a staircase, her back to him, so he cautiously, and silently, mind you, followed behind.
The half blood had to admit, she had a nice place, and good taste. He himself preferred peaceful cottages in the middle of nowhere, but as far as city standards go...this was pretty sweet.
Somehow, he had bypassed the door's barrier, which she had placed with old magic, and was now comfortably seated on her couch. As she walked out into the living room, he smiled maliciously, crossing his legs,"I thought we would have a talk- just you and me." Felix patted the seat next to him."Please." He could tell by her expression she was surprised, which he noted with a degree of satisfaction.

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Abigail Kaether
(Abby)

She gently took the notebook from him and started to flip through the pages one by one. She was very impressed by what she saw. The drawings were done well enough that some of them looked like photographs. "These are really good!" Abigail said, not even trying to keep the amazement out of her tone.

She cleared her throat before answering his question. "I write a variety of genres, but my favorites are probably sci fi, fantasy, and...Well, horror, actually. I know it doesn't sound like something I'd like writing, but sometimes it's fun to scare yourself." The redhead grinned a little as she spoke, allowing herself to glance at Cal again.

"Oh, thank you!" She exclaimed as she took the map from him. "You're very kind." She listened closely as he listed off a few locations around campus, nodding her head. "I see. Well, the cafe should come in useful--I like a good coffee every once in a while, especially when I'm writing. And hey, a movie screen's a movie screen. Better than nothing, I guess." She said with a chuckle. It was amazing how she hadn't messed up by now! She was on a roll and she was excited about it.

[Kaliyana]

Alexis Williams
{"If I had a British accent, I'd never shut up."}
{"If you don't live for something, you will die for nothing."}

"Call me Lexi!" | Age; 796 | Species; Angel | Rank; 6 | Gender; Female | SO; Straight | Location; Her apartment | Mood; Relaxed | Talking to; No one

XX XX

"Love is handing someone
a gun and letting it
point to your head, trusting
that he won't pull the trigger."

As the kettle on the stove whistled, I grabbed a mug from the cupboard and opened the smaller cupboard by the fridge. It had all my of my teas in it; from flavored to regular, from teas designed to calm to teas designed to help you sleep. I even had some "home remedy" kinds of teas; ones I had picked up in little stores that I bought not for their "healing" properties --because I was sure they wouldn't work-- but because I loved the taste of them. I selected a box of mandarin orange flavored tea, and dropped a tea bag into the mug. The hot water followed in after, and I inhaled the sweet sent almost greedily. I was halfway turned to go relax in the living room with the mug in hand when I heard something that I probably should have heard before. There was someone in my apartment... Who the hell could be in my apartment? WHY were they in my apartment!? My anger bubbled up fast, but then it was replaced by a fear that only women seemed to really be able to feel, or to understand. There was someone in my apartment, and chances are, it was a man. I sucked in a deep breath to try to calm my nerves, and then marched into the living room like I wasn't surprised at all.

XX

"Going to Church doesn't
make you a Christian any
more than standing in a
garage makes you a car."

As soon as I saw that it was the French professor, Mr. Le Blanc, sitting so casually on my couch, I was sure that he was crazy, and I was sure that I had never been so surprised in my life. And in a second, I was sure that he was also a demon who had come to kill me. I half reached towards my boot, where I had hidden one of my swords, and hesitated for a moment as his words came to my ears. "You want to talk to me?" I had to fight to keep the words as calm as I could, and I made sure to level out my expression so that I no longer looked like an idiot standing there with my mouth open. I glared at him, and sighed dramatically, sat in the arm chair on the opposite side of the couch away from him. I shifted, crossed one of my legs and made sure my sword was close at hand. I sipped my tea and then set it on the coffee table beside me. "And logically of course, you followed me home. What a wonderful idea. Doesn't make you seem crazy or stalker like at all." My words were dripping with sarcasm, and if he didn't get it, then he was stupider than I thought.

XX

"I am so clever that
sometimes I don't understand
a single word of
what I am saying."

"What do you want? Did you come to kill me in my sleep perhaps? I hope it wasn't for a cup of tea, because I'm afraid I just used the last bit of hot water." I was apparently full of sarcasm tonight, and I knew it was entirely his fault. But what scared me a little was that the lie came out so smoothly that I almost snorted to myself. When had I learned to lie to myself? I resisted the urge to shake my head and focused on him, my hand laying on my leg in just the right spot, I knew I could reach the sword in my boot before he moved. If he tried to hurt me, I would fend him off. If he was human, I couldn't hurt him, but at least I could scare him enough that he would leave and not bother me for a while. But, if he was a demon, I would lob off his head and get rid of him, and he would no longer be a problem to me. I was sure that he was a demon, so I was ready to attack him if I really needed to.

}My computer hates me, and deleted Cal's post when I hit preview. My brother's yelling at me to get off the computer and watch a horror movie that's going to make him go upstairs anyway, BUT, I have to get off until he does. I'll do Cal's post after the movie's over.}

EDIT: His post is finished :3

Calix Demetri
{"I'm kind of a big deal."}
{"Death is hereditary."}

"Call me Cal." | Age; 645 | Species; Demon | Rank; 6 | Power; Fire | Gender; Male | SO; Pan. Sorta. | Location; Outside the art building. | Mood; Suddenly intrigued | Talking to; Abigail

XX XX

"Of course I talk
to myself. Sometimes
I need expert advice."

I almost snorted at her praise, because even though I knew I was good at what I did, I didn't need her telling me that. I had the urge to tell her I wasn't as good as I was, even though it was obvious that I was. I never tried to be humble before, that was just not in my nature. Oh I really needed to go kill something soon, get in touch with my real self. I forced myself to listen to her speak again, because if I didn't I would end up saying something completely unrelated and that would be bad. It was a good thing I was listening, because her words peeked my interested, and I couldn't stop the wide grin that stretched across my face. She liked horror? Liked to scare herself? Oh buddy, jackpot! "You like horror love?" I reached down, grabbed my bag and once again hoisted it into my lap. Why had I even set it down? I reached in, pulled out the other sketchbook that I had opted not to show her. Now I was wishing I had handed this one to her first.

XX

"I either get what I want
or I change my mind."

"Since you like horror, I suppose I could show you what I really like to draw. Prepare yourself." I said with a grin, winking at her once and flipping to a page in the book. I selected the sketched I had done of myself, using my reflection as a reference, and handed it to her on top of the other. It really was me, even though you couldn't tell by looking at my form now. There were fangs jutting out of jaw, both bottom and top jaws, seemingly too long to be held in by the lips that were currently pulled back in a snarl. They actually weren't hard to keep in my mouth; they kind of retracted like a snakes fangs when I closed my mouth, even though they were still there. The pupils were slit like a cats, and the iris around them were a blue so pale they looked almost white that stood out around the black around the eyes themselves; seeing as they looked like they were sunken into my head. My hair was wild, uncombed, and flaring around my head in an almost feral way. I thought it looked kind of sexy, but maybe that was just me. The cheeks were sunken in a little, darker than the rest of my face, mirroring my eyes. There was virtually no way she could tell who the man in the sketch was, because my human form looked nothing like him. It was a shame really, because my human form really didn't look that threatening.

XX

"Keep smiling, it
makes people wonder
what you're up to."

If I had been a dog, I was sure my hackles would have rose at her comment of me being kind. That was twice now that she called me something that I wasn't, called me something that should be used to describe angels. I didn't want to be described like an angel damnit! I felt my eyes pulse once, and had to pinch them closed and look away before they really did mirror the image I had just handed her. I sucked in a deep breath, pinched the bridge of my nose and told myself to relax. My temper going off right now would not be a good thing. When I was sure that I was calm, and that there was no trace of my flare up in my face, I turned back to her and pretended like nothing happened. I hoped she wouldn't ask about it, but since humans were curious creatures --curiosity killed the cat love, remember that-- I was already coming up with a story to tell her if she asked. Headache sounded like it would be a good choice, humans got those all the time I was sure. Never experienced one myself, but then again, I hadn't been in human form long enough to really have one.

[x-3]

Verloren Heartbeat Xanders
{ “I guess I'm pretty much of a lone wolf. I don't say I don't like people at all, but, to tell you the truth, I only like it when I have a chance to look deep into their hearts and their minds.” }

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- n a m e --
{ { Verloren Heartbeat Xanders .
'' I am lost. ''
Verloren is the German word for lost. She acquired her name because her parents didn't have any faith in her. Her parents also didn't believe she would make it very far, thus is why her name is Verloren to keep her wondering in circles.
- n i c k n a m e s --
{ { . Verloren or X .
'' I prefer X. "'
X is acquired from her x shaped birth mark on her right cheek bone, just below the temple. Verloren is the name she prefers to go by, however feel free to nickname her.
- a g e --
{ { . Nineteen.
'' Not to young not to old. ''
She was born on May 29, she has the birthstone emerald, the star sign of the Gemini. The tree that symbolizes may is the ash, Hawthorne is the flower and the bird is nightingale. She has a fondess to the voice of a nightingale being her favorite bird. She had gotten one for her fifteenth birthday.
- g e n d e r--
{ { .  Female .
'' Do I look male?!"'
She is not all the feminine despite her rich back ground. She was raised and taught by her father. Therefore knows the dos and dont's when in a relationship with a guy. Her father would take her out hunting and what not, treated her as a man most of the time since he longed for a son and never got one. She does have a feminine side to, she must look pretty as she does her "manly" things.
- s t a t u s--
{ { . Demon .
'' Yeah, so?"
In her true form she has snow white wolf ears and tail. Her finger nails are claws as are her toe nails. Her eyes change to a golden color much like a wolf, she also has wolf canines that peer over her bottom lip.
- p o w e r --
{ { . Shifting .
'' Yeah, so?"
She has the ability to change in a mutant wolf. This wolf is larger than the typical wolf, containing more strength and stamina than both human and wolf combined. However, much like the werewolf stories (even though she isn't a werewolf) she is deathly allergic to silver. The vapors of silver are poisoning, and just a prick of a silver needle would most likely send her on her death bed. However, there is antidotes to this said silver, and its a rare mint syrup. She has the ability to melt into shadows in the wolf form. That's it.

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- d e s c r i p t i o n --
{ { Toned . Beautiful. Fair .
'' I am what I am. ''
Verloren is curvy, muscled and fair. That's the easiest way to describe her build, in as few as possible words.Well, lets start from the beginning:
She has various scars from her many adventures. But mostly she is simply thin and small-boned, with nice lithe muscles from years of fighting, hunting and staying in shape. Verloren doesn't have to worry about burning in the summer time since she seems to resist it well enough.

Her hair is thick and at a medium length at her her upper-mid back, just below the shoulder blades. Verloren has white blond hair, which get darker streaks in winter, contrasting with her complexion, which pales even further in the cold months. In summer, her face fills with freckles, and get gets a hint of a tan, though it never reaches a proper brown look. Her eyes are a laid back hazel, changing from time to time. Her face is marked by several medium-sized scars from animal attacks, from animals she has encountered while hunting. They are, curiously, mostly on the right side of her face; one crossing from beyond the hairline own to her eyebrow, one from shortly above her ear to the bridge of her nose, another cross from the right side of her face steeply to her left ear, crossing both of the other scars. On the right side of her face, there is a single scar running down shortly before her ear, almost completely hidden by her hair most of the time. Otherwise, her face is only mildly scratched, hardly seen by the untrained eye. Apart from that, the most interesting part of Verloren's face are her eyes; laid back hazel, usually dark blues, greens or browns with a few lighter spots of amber(or other hues of previously stated colors), greatly contradicting her pale complexion. Her slightly exotic appearance is something that makes most people take another look; a being that looks so young and fragile, but with several scars and very thoughtful eyes.

Moving down, she presents more scars, from wolves and other animals who slink their way around the woods, mostly minor ones, criss-crossing down both her her chest and back. Her shoulders are often bruised from carrying around carcasses and shouldering her weapons. She is slim, and her arms and tummy muscles are strong, both from training she did because she had the (wrong) impression she was fat at one stage, and from the hunting she does every day.

Her legs are rather hefty, and also muscled, from running around and climbing trees. Not much to say here, except that her shins are often full of scratches in summertime, when she works in shorts when she hunts, against the social rules of her town, only putting on long trousers when she returns. The undergrowth and tree bark, well, scratch her. Verloren's feet are rather small, and she often forgets to cut her footnails, something that greatly annoys her mother, they connect to her body through a pair of ankles which sport several anklets.

Verloren has come to terms with the way she looks, though she still trains on regular basis, and considers herself as reasonably good-looking. Overall, she is a great deal older and stronger than she looks, and has a great deal of physical strength, not only giving her the ability to sport heavy weapons like an axe, but also to wrestle. Don't let her looks fool you.

- h a i r . c o l o r --
{ { .  White Blond .
'' Almost Snow White. "'
Verloren's hair is white blonde, some even call it silver. It cascades down to the middle of her ribcage, where it ends in loose "corkscrew" curls. In summer, it lightens up even further, glinting in the sunlight. In winter, it does the opposite, darkening into a slightly grey tone, blending in with the snow and fog around in those months. It can be a hindrance, though, needing a lot of patience to upkeep so it doesn't become a total mess.
- e y e . c o l o r --
{ { .  Hazel .
'' They change. "'
Her eyes are a laid back hazel, varying in color. Sometimes they change to a gold, other times they're blue or a deep emerald green. They're filled with intelligence and emotion, if you really want to know what she's feeling look into her eyes. They show her true self.
- e t h n i c i t y --
{ { .  Caucasian .
'' I'm still me"'
She has delicately pale skin despite being in the sun and outside for long hours at a time.
- w e i g h t --
{ { .  One Hundred and Sixty Pounds .
'' Delicately muslced. "'
Most of her weight comes in the form of muscle.
- h e i g h t --
{ { .  Six Foot .
'' I'm not short, I'm fun sized."'
five foot, one point five two four meters, one hundred fifty-two point four centimeters, sixty inches. There is all the different numbers.
- t a t t o o s --
{ { . Tribal .
'' Looks intimidating "'
She has tribal tattoos on her back, and shoulders, completely intimidating yet so beautiful, she pulls it off well enough.
- m a r k --
{ { . Back .
'' ...What else is there to say about it? "'
The mark rest about mid back, centered perfectly. She is level 6.

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- p e r s o n a l i t y --
{ { . Submissive.
'' Okay, you win. "
Verloren is charming, expressive, and witty. She may have many good ideas and a very clever, versatile mind, but often she fails to put those good ideas into action. Either she loses interest, or has a tendency to procrastinate spoils the incentive Verloren initially experience with a new idea. Sometimes her lack of confidence obstructs progress. Although she is independent and love a sense of freedom, she hates to stand alone. She seeks out others to help her make important decisions. She appreciates encouragement and assurance as long as she does not feel possessed and controlled.

Since since she is usually courteous, complimentary, and agreeable, she makes friends easily. She could, however, tend to live for sociability and the good things of life and must guard against being led into situations against her better judgment because she is too easily influenced by others. Her name has caused her to feel unsettled emotionally and mentally, since it is difficult for her to feel satisfied and settled in her life, particularly when circumstances become routine and unexciting. She seeks change and new experiences because her feelings are so changeable. She is seldom satisfied with conditions as they are.

Her changing moods and critical nature create misunderstandings with others. She tends to veer from intense optimism to intense pessimism. She cannot tolerate ridicule nor appreciate a joke on herself. Seldom forgetting an injustice, she tends to overstate a grievance.

Verloren has been known to use her wittiness and sarcasm for the wrong uses. Adventure is her calling, so she does stupid things, such as taking to dark places instead of the well-lit areas, or speaking out of turn and slamming an insult in someone's face. She longs for change, travel, new experiences, adventures, and meeting new people. Being independent, she likes to make her own decisions and to occupy positions where she can express creatively and personally, free from monotony and limitations. She will not tolerate situations where her independence is curtailed or where she is being criticized. Naturally competitive and quick thinking, she excels in arguments and debates. Even though she won't typically argue. Injustice and repression motivate her to right the wrongs of others. Still, she takes everything with a smirk on her face for she is far to confident to be worried about anything. She thoroughly enjoys intellectual conversations and mocks those who can't even speak with proper grammar. She loves to learn new things, thus anything of interested will be sought without end.

Outdoor activities or sports could provide an outlet for her boundless energy and restless qualities. Verloren finds it difficult to relax until she reaches the point of exhaustion. You are not comfortable having to make major decisions. Even with lesser ones, she prefers to talk them over with a respected friend or associate first. It is not easy for her to face issues and take a stand on them, for not only is she somewhat lacking in self-confidence, but also she prefers to avoid situations in which there could be dissension. It is hard for her to face an issue directly and say “yes” or “no” and mean it, though she has a quickness of mind that enables her to respond with artful diplomacy to evade unpleasant situations.

Procrastination, which arises from not being sure of herself, is one of her major weaknesses because of her preference to avoid issues or unpleasantness in all forms. This uncertainty and indecision undermines her initiative, positivism, and vitality. Although she may dream of better things, she finds it hard to maintain the drive to go after them.

She has a strong emotional nature that, if not kept under control, could be detrimental to her health or result in problems in close personal relationships. Others do not always realize how sensitive and aware she is of their thoughts and feelings toward herself. She often brings the tendency to magnify small issues out of proportion or to become too involved in personality conflicts. At times she exhibits an uncompromising attitude and indifference toward others through failing to listen to and reason out another person’s point of view.

She has the desire for stability and settled conditions, and for an orderly life free from turmoil and confusion. Unfortunately, they cause her to give far more than she receives, and show that those things and people that mean the most to her could be taken out of her life. Emerald's kindness and her endeavors to help others are taken advantage of, and she is led into emotional situations and involvement detrimental to her personal happiness.

Due to her lack of proper positive social interaction, she has become "insane" and apathetic towards her peers. Her lack of feelings towards others makes her practically fearless. Her interests freak others out, and while she dislikes interacting with others, she enjoys watching others interact. Her hobbies are inspecting and evaluating what's around her. It is not suggested to joke or flirt with her because she will not understand but occasionally she will. She also smiles to herself often. This does not mean she is shy. Just when it comes to certain social figures.
Its terribly rare to see her break down into tears, for she never shows her true feelings.

She can be very sweet and kind hearted, but yet so cruel and twisted. Her personality are made of polar opposites. She will often use people to her advantage. Also known to throw little fits of jealousy when whoever she is with at the time talks to the opposite sex. Usually avoiding direct confrontation of the subject instead she prefers to use her natural charm to gain the creatures trust before she puts the victim into a defenseless position, in sever cases.

She is a curious creation, always wanting to figure things out. She takes the tiniest things to heart and is often hurt easily, though she would never out right show it. She is slightly aggressive, very assertive. She loves to take dominance when it comes to most things. Though, she is also very submissive, very contradictory. She strives for excellence and is often obedient, despite her rebellious soul..
- h i s t o r y --
{ { . Difficult .
'' The past is the past for a reason.''
I haven't decided her story yet..
- l i k e s --
{ { . Shadows .
'' Shadows are the hunter's friend ''

- - The darknness and beauty of the night. (Trully any darkness in general)
- Taking risks
- Accents and languages of all sort
- Traveling and exploring
- Following others (More like stalking to me)
- Legends and Myths
- Lore
- Music & Dancing
- Hunting
- Romantics, even if she fails at being one.
- d i s l i k e s --
 { { . Authority figures .
'' They don't do their job, and destroy lives. ''

- Authority figures
- Horses
- Boredom
- People



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- h o p e s--
{ { . Love .
'' I wish had one thing... Love ''
[size=80] She hopes to find another love, perhaps another demon maybe an angel. However, probably not a human since she has difficulty having patience with them.

- w e a k n e s s e s --
{ { . Social Interaction.
'' Thus is why I don't like people, senseless questions. ''
- Terrible at social interaction. She tends to insult and offend without intention, and is therefore very much disliked in the community(Unless others know her situation).
- Her neck is very sensitive, so touching/blowing/interacting with it in any way will very much put her off her usual rocker.
- Jealousy. She is jealous of other people's looks and romances.
- Loneliness, she gets lonely to easy. She is very vulnerable when she has this feeling.
- False Love.
- Lust.
- Takes everything literally.
- She becomes extremely flustered when anyone makes a romantic advance towards her.
- She loses control when unnerved
- Very aggressive and belligerent, she will never back down from a fight and often goes looking for one.


- s t r e n g t h s --
{ { . Hunting and Gathering.
'' It's a form of servival ''
- An excellent liar and convincer, Em could make you believe the sky was orange and dogs' fur is actually made of grass.
- She is quick, agile, and has almost never been knocked off her feet.
- She is a quick thinker, a trait which is especially helpful in problematic situations.
- Due to her lack of physical strength, she's trained herself to be quite nimble.
- Gardening is another activity she does to clear her mind. She has vast knowledge of which plants are deadly to humans.
- Silent and observant. She is generally good at reading others.
- Restraint
- Can create music from just about anything and make it sound wonderful. Her favorite is violin or the flute.

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- n a m e --
{ { Volos .
'' Yes?. ''
Slavic name derived from the word volu, meaning "ox." In mythology, this is the name of a god of the earth, underworld, dragons, cattle, magic and trickery. He is an enemy of Perun and is described as being horned and serpentine. Also known as Veles.
- a g e --
{ { . One .
'' Age isn't a measure of strength, or maturity. ''
He's a platypus
- g e n d e r--
{ { .  Male .
'' Do I look female? "
If you can't tell by his masculinity then you're blind. He takes pride in being male.
- c o a t --
{ { .  Sandy .
'' I am handsome "'
His body and broad, flat tail are covered with dense, brown fur that traps a layer of insulating air to keep the him warm. The fur is waterproof, and the texture is akin to that of a mole. He is about four pounds in weight and eighteen inches long. He uses his tail for storage of fat reserves (an adaptation also found in animals such as the Tasmanian devil and fat-tailed sheep). He has webbed feet and a large, rubbery snout; these are features that appear closer to those of a duck than to those of any known mammal. The webbing is more significant on the front feet and is folded back when walking on land. Unlike a bird's beak (in which the upper and lower parts separate to reveal the mouth), his snout is a sensory organ with the mouth on the underside. The nostrils are located on the dorsal surface of the snout, while the eyes and ears are located in a groove set just back from it; this groove is closed when swimming. He has been heard to emit a low growl when disturbed and a range of other vocalizations have been reported in other captive specimens.

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- c r u s h --
{ { . No one, yet .
'' I don't like anyone right now. ''
about the crush
- s e x u a l . o r i e n t a t i o n --
{ { . Straight-ish .
'' I'm straight. ''
She says straight but she's not totally against girls. I'm sure if the right girl came along she would try to pick her up, if she knew how.
- r e l a t i o n s h i p --
{ { . Not in one. .
'' Proudly Single. ''
In a relationship she would be content with being the submissive partner, preferably being the dominated one. I'm sure if she was a girl she would slightly more dominant than her usually submissive self. Of course she would still be mostly submissive. What she looks for is someone who will take care of her, and love her. She would be the type of girl that would cuddle and love you whenever you wanted and go away whenever you wanted. She is laid back in the relationship

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- u s e r n a m e --
{ { x-3 call me x-3 or X
- o t h e r --
{ { her demon wings.





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Ariel Dawnblade
quotes space

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- n a m e --
{ { . Ariel .
'' It means Lion of God. ''
Exactly what is stated above, his name was given to him because his mother and father were Christians.
- n i c k n a m e s --
{ { . Rel .
'' Rel is fine."
Just a shorter version of his name, nothing special really.
- a g e --
{ { 23 .
'' Lively. ''
Ariel is at his prime, but he doesn't acknowledge it. He still looks young and lively, even though he has the mindset of a sixty year old. You wouldn't say he is eighteen, by the manner he acts and his composure, and sometimes it comes as a shock to many when he says he is just 23. He died when he was 23. He was born in winter, on the 2nd December, but he never celebrates his birthday, never has, and doubts highly anybody would want to do so with him.
- g e n d e r--
{ { . Male .
'' Got a problem?"
Very much male. He would not consider himself feminine, and hopes other don't think him so.
{ { . Angel .
'' I'm such an angel"'
His mark is in the shape of wings on his back, the color is just a little lighter than his skin tone and a little more golden.


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- d e s c r i p t i o n --
{ { some words about it .
'' comment. ''
very detailed physical description, from the fingernails to the top of the head
- h a i r . c o l o r --
{ { . hair color .
'' comment"'
about the hair color
- e y e . c o l o r --
{ { . eye color .
'' comment"'
about the hair color
- e t h n i c i t y --
{ { . White .
'' I'm a white boy..."'
He is a white boy, nothing that special about it.
- w e i g h t --
{ { . one hundred and ninety .
'' I have a decent weight... Wait... I'm not fat am I?"'
He seems to have some stupid fear of fat on his body, so his weight is almost strictly muscle. He is also very self conscious of himself
- h e i g h t --
{ { . six foot .
'' Tall-ish"'
He's of decent eight, nothing incredibly special about that.
- m a r k --
{ { . Wings .
'' Light?"'
It is on his upper back, in a tribal tattoo form of wings. It is decently light in color, lighter than his skin.



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- p e r s o n a l i t y --
{ { . Loving .
'' I am what I am, don't judge me and I won't judge you. "
Ariel has created a most expressive nature, idealistic and inspirational, driven with a strong inner urge to be of service in some way that would uplift humanity as a whole. However, there is a tendency to assume too heavy a burden of responsibility for others, which leads to worry and over-concern. People with problems are drawn to him as they recognize him as one who has understanding and gives not only sympathy and comfort but provides also some constructive advice or assistance. He has an uncommon generous quality to his nature, but he must guard carefully against giving more than he receives or he will find himself doing without because he has helped someone else. He found school work and school life a pleasure. He excelled in the more creative subjects such as music or art, and he is likely still pursue this type of expression in his life. Ariel loves people, family, home, and friends and try to be a parent to the whole human race. He has a certain stability in his life, but may experience some problems in business affairs through a tendency to be somewhat scattering with his efforts. Any health problems would show as tension in the nervous system brought on by worry which he finds difficult to avoid because of assuming too much responsibility and becoming overly involved in the attendant problems.
Ariel has an uncommon genuine love for their fellow man and the desire to assume responsibility for others. He is warm-hearted and sincere in manner. He will often participate actively in community affairs. People tend to seek his advice, for his judgment is sound in both business and personal matters, and he usually exemplify stability in his own personal lives. He likes the settled environment of a home and family. A natural parent, he respects parenthood as a serious responsibility. He wishes for a very close-knit family, and one that can enjoy one another's association, although there could be a tendency to be over-possessive. Self-sufficient and independent, he is happiest when in business for himself, or when managing a business. He would make a good teacher, doctor, lawyer, or real estate sales person. Although quite practical in nature, he can enjoy music and the arts and could become musical himself. He is decisive and reliable, although he does take life too seriously and worry too much. Although he has many fine qualities, the degree of harmony in him will depend greatly upon the characteristics of others.


- h i s t o r y --
{ { . History .
'' No use trying to change it, it's history for a reason.''
Let's not go there for the time being.
- l i k e s --
{ { . People .
'' People are my favorite thing in the world.''
- Flowers, and wildlife
- Animals
- Birds
- Watching people interact.
- Love
- d i s l i k e s --
{ { . Evil .
'' Everything has it's place. ''
- Evil
- Demons.


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- w e a k n e s s e s --
{ { . Love .
'' I have to much love. ''
- He's a nice guy
- Love
- Honesty
- s t r e n g t h s --
{ { . one strength.
'' comment ''
some strengths


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- c r u s h --
{ { . No One .
'' I'm keeping my eye out. ''
about the crush
- s e x u a l . o r i e n t a t i o n --
{ { . Straight .
'' Straight!''
Don't even try to get him to stray, because he is probably the straightest guy out there.
- r e l a t i o n s h i p --
{ { . Single .
'' Single. What more do you want to know?''
He's looking with eyes half closed.

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- u s e r n a m e --
{ { x-3 just call me x-3 or x
- o t h e r --
{ { nothing more.




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[Kaliyana]

{x-3, You missed rule three; no anime pictures. Other than that the only real problem is I can't find on their forms if they're angel/demon/human, what their rank is if they're an angel/demon, and what their power is if they're a demon. If one of them is a demon, there should be some animal characteristics that their true form should have, which should also be listed somewhere.}