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[MBRShorse]

--@MBRShorse--I hope you know you made me break out the dictionary for cliche. I forgot what it means =Facepalm=. But, yes, it's very possible. In fact, that's sort of like my character. XD

Of course. Please, make one of those--how you phrased it--anti heroes.--

(Alright, thank you! Reserve second in command Angel for me [it would be interesting to have a "faulty" leader]. I'm making my form now. And just a comment on your form, 112lbs for someone who is 5'8" is anorexic. A healthy weight is around 135lbs, and that's on the thin side. Sorry for this random critique, it just something that really bugs me for a various amount of reasons.)

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--@MBRShorse

Thank you, actually. I don't want an anorexic angel... That would suck... Hard core. Please, don't be sorry! I appreciate the help!--

[MBRShorse]

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{ n a m e }

Jillian Swavarsky, but no one knows it.

{ n i c k n a m e }

Jane Doe. It's more of an alias. People call be Jane.

{ a g e }

I'm 19, or I was. It's been a few years...decades...so technically I'm older, but being an angel means I'm frozen in time.

{ g e n d e r }

...Female?

{ e y e - c o l o r }

Dazzling Blue

{ h a i r - c o l o r }

An extreme shade of blonde. It looks almost white. Kinda fits my whole angel-thing, doesn't it? I wear it at varying lengths. Sometimes it's waist-length, but currently it is shoulder-length and cut in a choppy, rock-star style.

{ h e i g h t }

5'5"

{ w e i g h t }

I haven't been on a scale in ages. I'm thin.

{ s p e c i e s }

Angel

{ r a n k - w a n t e d }

I think I would make a rather nice Second in Command.

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{ p e r s o n a l i t y }

I've never really be one to explain my personality. I prefer it if people would meet me and get to know me through, I don't know, conversation?! I guess that makes me old-fashioned, but I am. I believe firmly in chivalry and speaking to someone face to face. I'm a bit of a technophobe and I think people move way to fast nowadays. I am a feminist though, so don't think I'm that old-fashioned. I also have quite a bit of spunk and a fiery temper. This "deadly" combination makes me a hand-full and extremely volatile. One moment you are my friend, the next you are my enemy. Just try to keep up and stay on my good-side, put up with my mood-swings and hypocrisy and maybe we'll all survive. Expect firmness and a demand for attention from me, and never forget that I like to be in charge. Yea, I'm not the most wonderful person to be around. I'm painfully away of that, but I'm not changing myself for anyone.

{ h i s t o r y }

I was born in 1908 and died in 1927. Quite a bit happened in between. As a girl, I got to experience what it is like to see your father run off to fight a war your country has no business being in. I got to feel the pain of reading the telegram that fell out of my mother's hand, soaking in the words that announced the destruction of my entire family. I watched my mother take to the bottle, desperately trying to drown her sorrows while I tried to battle the real-world on my own. I became the in-house nurse, giving up my education to watch my mother to make sure she didn't decide to burn the house down. I healed her wounds after the countless men she let into our home took advantage of her. I experienced love. Such beautiful and pure love that I couldn't believe it was as wrong as everyone said it was. And finally, I felt the endless despair and loneliness that befalls all who try to keep their world together, but the water keeps on washing the glue away. Alas, I went out not with a bang, but with a whimper.

{ d e a t h }

People are still investigating it. It's proving to be rather difficult, especially since they don't even know my name. I'm simply Jane Doe to every investigator, doctor and on-looker. Pitiful, really. What makes matters worse is the fact that no one actually killed me. Thus, they are searching for a vicious murderer without realizing that they have already found the culprits body. Hopefully they will call off the search soon. I mean, for Pete's Sakes, I died in the 20s. Can't they just let me go?

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{s e c r e t - c r u s h }

I'll update once more characters appear. (Pst! What is the difference between a crush and a secret crush?)

{ c r u s h }

I'll update once more characters appear.

{ b o y f r i e n d - g i r l f r i e n d}

None, at the moment.

{ o t h e r }

She is our resident anti-hero.

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--@MBRShorse

She's accepted! Sorry that took so long. Had to shower.
A secret crush is one that you will never say aloud. Like an angel having a crush on a human. The normal one is when you don't care if anybody knows it. --

[MBRShorse]

@Night.Sky

(Thank you! And now I understand this whole crush thing. Excellent *evil finger twiddling thing*. I have some scheming to do...if we ever get more players. I'm really excited about this RP.)

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--@MBRShorse

*Nods erratically* Hehehehehe! I'm excited to. We need t start bumping it, and advertising...--

[TrebleMaker]

r o s e - I'm currently filling out the human form, and was wondering; Do I have to put a picture of his wings if he is human? x3

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{ n a m e }

Artemisia Donahue

{ n i c k n a m e }

Susanna || Suzie || Zanna || Anna
She dropped Artemisia last century and changed her name to Susanna. Anyone who calls her Artemisia is in trouble.
Especially her brother.

{ a g e }

"About... Three hundred and sixty-two. But I died at eighteen, if you have to know."
Born on the 17th July 1650.

{ g e n d e r }

"Definitely offended. Do I look like a guy?!" Female.

{ e y e - c o l o r }

Hazel

{ h a i r - c o l o r }

Bright red, if you can't tell. And it's natural!

{ h e i g h t }

5'7"

{ w e i g h t }

110 lbs

{ s p e c i e s }

Demon

{ r a n k - w a n t e d }

Lead

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{ p e r s o n a l i t y }

Susanna can always be defined as someone free, and as her own person, despite her role in the Demon society. However, she isn't consistently reliable due to the fact that she doesn't really care about anyone that she's around and doesn't really give many orders - preferring to let her demons roam free. She is rather ruthless, not giving anyone any second chances, and does not give special treatment. Suzie doesn't believe in mercy either, preferring to judge now and act. Consistency is not something associated with Suzie, rather erratic behaviour is known instead.

Often Suzie projects a bright and cheerful persona, seemingly always there for everyone even though she only listens to mock them later on. She can be known to visibly relax almost anywhere when she's with others, but never actually does so until she is sure that she isn't in danger of any sort - of course, she is rarely in danger. Any worries are always hidden behind a carefully constructed shield, and something that grates her up the wrong way is never concealed - she just can't project that sort of persona. It's probably the only thing that comes from her own personality.

{ h i s t o r y }

At birth, Artemisia was a twin - to a guy called Schuyler. The twins never really got on, arguing for a lot of their childhood, and the fact that neither looked like the other made it easier for them to pretend that they never knew each other when they went out. Their parents, Noah and Esther (pronounced Easter), were fairly rich, handing them off to nurses as soon as they were born. The twins were devoid of a lot of things when they were young, there to be seen and not heard.

The pair grew up hating each other, and when it came to the fateful night in September, they separated, not talking for centuries.

{ d e a t h }

At the time of her death, Susanna's name was Artemisia, and she was arguing with her brother whilst they travelled on foot through a forest. The pair were jumped by some robbers, and instead of getting captured she stabbed her brother before stabbing herself - not the right attitude for a nobleman's daughter, so she got stuck with being a Demon.

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{ s e c r e t - c r u s h }

"A crush? You're kidding, right?"

{ c r u s h }

"Check what I just said, loser."

{ b o y f r i e n d }

"Too much evil to do, too little time. I have none for such frivolities. Plus my father once tried to marry me off, and I lost my taste in men."

{ o t h e r }

Lame history, sorry 'bout that.

[Pockyy]

{ This roleplay looks really good! Do you mind reserving me two humans? It's like 10pm and I have school tomorrow xD Thanks in advance!<3 }

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--@Everyone

I'll reserve all of you your spots! Thank you for joining, or at least considering!

And no. Don't put the angel wings for humans. I'll edit that. --