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Iris Rae
Female | 19 | Lapsos
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The morning seemed calm and normal as Iris sat and sipped at her coffee. She could only sit and dream about what the Candidus's were doing, which drove her crazy and sometimes even mad. Why her and why now? Why must her beautiful wings be tainted black as the shadows? Taking a deep breathe and another sip of her coffee, a sudden feeling fell over her. Her wings tingled under her skin as if they were itching to burst from her back. Turning in her chair she looked throughout the small cafe in search of the person, or Candidus, or even Lapsos, that was causing this feeling in her. She had felt this feeling before but was never able to put her finger on it and never able to experience it after that. When no one stood out she looked out the window for maybe someone walked by. She searched the streets when her sapphire eyes before they landed on a nicely dressed man. The feeling deep inside her jumped once again when her eyes met his. Was this boy another Lapsos? Or was he a Candidus? Thoughts of the situation began to play out in her mind, both good and bad.
Adjusting in her seat she prepared herself for the worse and Reached for her coffee. With a small smile she motioned the boy inside. Kicking the chair just across from, her eyes once again met the mysterious man's as she pointed to the chair. Her wings continued to tingle as she watched the man. The company would be great but she had to be prepared for the worse. What if he was a Lapsos? Maybe he knew how long they were going to be banished, as she called it, to this world or even if they were ever going to be able to fly in heaven with their tainted wings. Questions filled her head as she waited for the man to sit with her.

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Mike Long
Male | 19 | The Country Kid
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The streets were busy this morning as Mike lead Bullet down the street to the small car shop. It was a great job for cars in the city always needed work. The constant stopping and going, the weather and the turning. Cars were abused in the city and people never really knew it. Turning another corner the shop was in sight. Bullet's tail began to wag faster as the two continued casually down the street. City life, as Mike called it, was never the same. When he lived out in the outskirts of town, the same people would drive down their one dirt road to go to work. Hear, no one even knew their neighbor. It had been a huge change for Mike but life had its way of making him do this change. The scares from his past life always reminded him that city life was maybe easier. But he could no longer ride his horse to work or allow Bullet to run freely across the open fields. Finally reaching the shop Mike let Bullet off the leash to say hi to his co-workers. The workshop filled with happy hellos and a happy dog.
"Mornin' Mike, left ya a great car this mornin'. Needs a new transmission," Mike smiled at his manager and walked over to the car. It was a nice 03' Saturn Vue that needed more than a new transmission. But Mike did what the customers wanted. "Ya always give me the crazy ones John,"With a smile his manager walked back inside. At his work bench, he picked up his tool box and got to work. Bullet finally finished with his hellos and laid on an old blanket in the corner.

[Sergeant Nuggeht]

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[ Male ] [ Seventeen ] [ Lapsos ] [ Crushing on... ]

Jake stumbled back, not realising he'd been full-out staring at her. She had to be one of them, he could feel it. Not sure how, maybe it was just a sense that happened when Angeli came near eachother. Still, the tingles in his back weren't going away, his wings were pushing against him, urging to be let out. Struggling with himself, Jake managed to calm his shaking hands and looked up once again, seeing the girl motion to the chair opposite her own. I guess he was going in.
Walking inside the cafe, was like closing the refridgerater door after having it open for too long. The warmth enveloped him, folding him in it's comforting embrace. He made his way through the maze of chairs and old-style tables, finally reaching her. Up closer, she looked more friendlier and normal than from a distance. She had long, blonde hair which barely looked brushed, but that didn't mind him; Jake had seen worse Lapsos, they'd completely fallen off the edge of sanity, not just Heaven. Her eyes though, wow, they were as blue as an ocean's depth.
He stood there for awhile, silent and marveling the thought about being in the presence of an actual sane Lapsos! Quickly, he jerked out the chair and sat down, folding his hands onto the table. For a few silent moments, Jake's gaze wandered everywhere but her, he was absolutely stunned and had no idea where to start.
Finally, he returned his gaze to hers.
“So... Hi.”

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Ｄａｎｉｅｌ "Ｆｌｙｎｎ" Ｆｌｉｎｔ

Mood;......Drunken.
Tagged;/./No one.
Flynn;...... Here.

Flynn sat atop the highest building in the city, looking over all the pedestrians and any roads within five miles of the Lapsos' perch. He felt the wind dance through his hair, as he dangled precariously over the ledge, with his feet swinging over the side. Most people wouldn't dare to get this close to the edge of a building so high, but Flynn knew that if he fell off by accident or not, he would be fine. The perks of being winged- even if his once flawless white wings had been tainted black and smelled of sulfur. At the thought of falling, Flynn's wings twitched beneath his shirt and against his cool skin, tickling a bit as the feathers ran against his back.

The bleach blonde boy's hand gripped the bottle of whiskey sitting beside him, and he took a swig of it, before setting it down beside him again with the slightest 'ping' of glass hitting the brick ledge. Flynn hiccuped and the back of his throat burned from the alcohol running down his throat. He was used to the burning sensation by now, as he drank a lot trying to forget the 'glory days' from when he was still a Candidus. A true warrior of Heaven. Now he was a sad excuse for a man with a drinking problem, and depression. Flynn was one of the luckier ones though- most of the Lapsos went insane.

Upon the memory of his tainted feathers, he nudged the bottle over the edge and watched it fall to the pavement, and smirked with satisfaction when it shattered at the bottom. 'Oops.' Flynn thought to himself smugly before pulling himself back onto the roof, and off the ledge. He stumbled to the stairwell that led to the top story of the building, and down the stairs clutching the banister as he descended. Flynn tripped twice walking down the stairs, but caught himself just in time to save himself from falling all the way down by clutching the banister until his knuckles turned white. 'Too much to hope for someone to drive me home?' He thought to himself. Who in their right mind would drive him home? He smelled of alcohol and sulfur, not to mention some of the tattoos added to his threatening look. In reality, the last thing Flynn wanted to do was hurt someone, but he doubted anyone would buy that story.

[ooc: I've got Flynn and my Candidus open. c:]

[Sergeant Nuggeht]

[ Cool. I've got Clementine, Mortalis, open? ]

[Erebaras]

[[Reserving male Candidus and female Lapsos, will make them tomorrow]]

[indecisive.]

[ooc: Would you like her to meet Flynn or Sara?]

[Erebaras]

L I F E I S A B O U T K N O W L E D G E
so who are you?

They call me Zillion when serious otherwise Zane does the job. I have no last name for I am a Candidus, an angel of the lord. I've lived for centuries, but I live in the body of a 20 year old. I have no earthly parents and all angels are my siblings, including the fallen. Obviously, I have black hair and light blue eyes.

A S C O L D A S M A R B L E
is that really you?

I've been called emotionless or uncaring. I've heard others say I'm no more then a mere soldier for I am completely bound to my loyalty. I mourn and pity the fallen Lapsos, but my sense of loyalty is stronger then my pity. I'm prefect. I'm a statue made of marble; beautiful, prefect, flawless, and cold. When feeling humble and wiling to admit the worst of me, I would say I am merciless, unfeeling, and near heartless. To be honest, I don't understand the concept of feelings. They are unnecessary and get in the way. If someone taught me, I'm sure I could have the potential to be gentle, merciful, and caring.

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H E R E W E G O A G A I N
so who are you?

I was born as Desdemona Ulliel but I prefer to be Dezzy or Demon. I like to say I am 21 years old. It gets me just about everywhere I want to go. If one was to ask who my parents were, I would say Mr. and Mrs. Ulliel. Only the blind can't tell I have dark brown eyes and dark brown hair with light brown highlights

A S D A N G E R O U S A S F I R E
is that really you?

I am not cocky, I am just confident and I know just how good I am in looks and everything else. I will do just about anything for a good time and I know how to party. In all honesty, I really don't fell much. I'm numb to the things called feelings other then the ones called pain and anger. Others seem to become infatuated with me. Probably 'cause I flirt a little and tell people what they want to hear. When you don't feel much, it's fun to play with the tender emotions of others. Tender emotions meaning love, anger, sadness. I love to know I can control someone just by toying with a couple feelings. I've really settled into this lifestyle. I wouldn't go back if they begged. So, let's live crazy and raise a little hell while we can.

.:Play Bys:.
Zane :: Gaspard Ulliel :: I edited his eye color just a little to bring out more blue
Dezzy :: Jessica Biel

.:Notes:.
.:Finished :: Sorry if anything in the profiles offends anyone.
.:All pictures belong to their original owners. I created the characters and the profile.
.:Zane's "marble statue" analogue is based off of Supernatural's Castiel's comparison of angels and marble statues. AKA it means that he thinks he is prefect when in reality he is far from it.
.:The profiles are written in the character's point of view so - as stated before - they might sound like they are 'prefect' but if you look closely, they aren't.

[Sergeant Nuggeht]

[ @ ➹ ｌｙｅａｎｅｔｈ;; I guess Clementine could meet up with Daniel, if that's fine with you? OHMIGOD YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING.
I've reserved those for you, Erebaras, and I'll wait for you to finish up. That reminds me I need to finish mine up, but I've just had alot on.
Anyways, I will edit this post with Clementine's writing! ]

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[ Female ] [ Sixteen ] [ Mortalis ] [ Crushing on... ]

Clementine
“talking”

[Erebaras]

[[@Sergeant Nuggeht :: I'm done with the profiles. Just an FYI.]]

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Bump.}