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

[Runningdawn]

[[ Nope, you're good, I'll reserve you a spot. ]]

[softballsava]

((we starting soon?))

"I just got mixed into all this..."

Image is not mine, credit goes to the artist.

{ Aden } - { Male } - { Twenty - Four } - { Joker }

▶ I am...

{ Name } Aden Cause Nuran
Aden was actually supposed to be called 'Aiden' it was written wrong by his parents on his birth certificate and the 'i' was missed out. The name Aiden was chosen, because in both his parents original birthplaces it means exactly the same. His mother was Scottish, his father English. Aiden means 'Little fire' and Aden means exactly the same. However, Aden prefers not to say what his name means, it's embarrassing for him to admit it, so he doesn't. The dictionary entry for the word 'cause' is 'A person or thing that gives rise to an action, phenomenon, or condition.' It's a very strong and powerful word and that's why Aden's parents chose it as Aden's second name. Aden tends to denote the strange middle name to a single letter since it's just incredibly weird. He writes his name as 'Aden C. Nuran'.
{ Nickname } Aden
He doesn't mind his name being shortened to 'Ade' though doesn't actively tell people this, if they nickname him that he'll react. He overly prefers being called Aden however, since it is rather short already, he doesn't believe people really need to shorten it by removing the n.
{ Age } Twenty-Four
Twenty four is a perfectly good age in Aden's opinion, it's the age where you've just begun to settle into adult life. It's the time where you relax into getting jobs, cars, houses, earn money -- oh wait, that was before the angels and demons showed up... In Aden's opinion, it doesn't really matter anymore what age you are, just as long as you're old enough to look after yourself and can run for your life.
{ Gender } Male
If you asked Aden this question face to face, he's most likely to reply - Female - just to see if he can make you feel foolish for asking...
{ Species } Half-Angel
Aden only likes what he is to the point that it allows him to be different from everyone else. People strive to be different their whole lives and he's managed it just by being born. He would however prefer, like most other 'halflings', to be born either fully human, or fully angel. He doesn't much like being 'in between' the two groups since it makes him a target for demons. He doesn't hate his parents in any way however for creating him a halfling, they did it for the reasons of love and always bought him up in the nicest way possible.
{ Birthplace } France
He's from a little town in France called Rochin [Pronounced - Ron-shin] and has a slight French accent when he speaks. He also has a habit of switching to French since it's his first language. Words such as 'comprende', 'oui' and 'merci' are the ones that he uses most. Yes his parents are originally from Scotland and England, but he was born in France and left to live with his human grandparents. He has never met his father and only saw one photo of his mother.

▶ line of sight

{ Physical Appearance } Some people would label him as cute.
He’s not overly tall, nor is he overly short; he’s just a little shorter than average in the height department and pretty average when it comes to weight. He’s got lightly tanned skin, and seems to sport a ‘thoughtful’ look most of the time. He’s often wondered about his looks, and figured they must have come from his angelic father because he looks nothing like his mother.
{ Eye color } Brown
Occasionally he describes them as brown and normal, though this is because he blatantly ignores the gold flecks in his irises. They seem to hold an element of kindness about them and no matter how much he scowls; his eyes still radiate compassion and sympathy. Only when he is truly irritated do his eyes hold any kind of hatred.
{ Hair color } Brown
His hair is almost the same color as the dark brown in his eyes, perhaps a little lighter. If he spends a long time out in the sunlight it tends to get even lighter, edging on blonde. His hair is shorter towards the back, and longer towards the front, giving him a side fringe that a habit of his is to mess about with almost all the time. He’s constantly messing about with his fringe, he’s not self-conscious, it’s just something to play about with.
{ Height } 5 foot and 9 inches (1.8 meters)
He likes to think he has average height, though it’s a little shorter than average if he’s being honest. He doesn’t really care about being this height, and often wonders why people really get embarrassed and insecure about something they have no say in even though he’s quite hypocritical about this (See Modifications).
{ Weight } 146 pounds (66.2 Kilos)
He’s kinda skinny, and uses this to an advantage since it makes him brilliantly agile and able to get around places pretty easily. He’s quite fast and most of his muscle is in his legs, he used to be a rock climber until the centre he climbed at got destroyed.
{ Modifications } Tattoos, birthmarks, and scars
A long time ago, when he was about twelve or thirteen, the stage of teenage angst where you attempt to make yourself into something you’re not, was when he got quite a few scars. He knew he had wings, he’d always known, and back then he wasn’t happy to accept himself as different so he would scratch and claw at his back each night in attempt to get rid of them. He got over that stage a long time ago, but it grew into an unconscious habit, and he sometimes scratches at his back in his sleep. True half-angels are pretty good at healing, but he has scratched the scars, scabs and new skin so much that they won’t heal past ugly scratch marks and scars.
He has a faint birthmark on his left temple, it looks vaguely like a star, and it’s a habit of his to call it a lucky scar and touch it with a fore finger when he thinks he needs luck. On the back of his left hand he has a rather intricate tattoo of a Celtic cross; if you ask him the reason for it he wouldn’t be able to tell you. Perhaps it was simply because he wanted to prove that he wasn’t the goody two-shoes that people tended to believe he was. He also has the symbol of life – an Egyptian ankh on the back of his neck.

▶ on the inside

{ Personality } Relaxed
He’s a very relaxed person, not really giving too much worry to pressing matters, in his opinion, there’s no point in worrying about something since it’s not going to help in anyway at all. He also believes it’s a lot more helpful if people relax when trying to figure out a problem. He acts casual in many situations, more likely to make a joke than scream if someone threatened to kill him with an axe. He is capable of fear and worry, but he tends to reserve them for situations that he thinks really need it. He does get a little agitated with people going anywhere near his back because of his scars and invisible wings.

He is generally a nice person, ready to listen if needed to, and ready to comfort people whenever he needs to. He barely ever gets angry, and if he does it’s not over something trivial. He’s not one for overreacting.
{ Likes } Likes
Honestly, he loves coffee. It’s the best thing in the world. He also loves cinnamon, apples and honey. He likes music, pretty much any kind of music as long as it’s got a good rhythm and nice beat. He loves playing guitar and has reached grade four on acoustic. Modern technologies are a yes, they are just incredibly interesting, Aden has a personal love for toasters, I mean come on, you put bread in and out pops toast! Or sometimes burnt bread depending on how high you set the toaster... Oops.
{ Dislikes } Dislikes
Spicy food is just wrong in Aden’s opinion. He cannot stand music where the words are being screamed at you... Not nice. He doesn’t much like classical music, it’s way too boring for him. He hates awful smells, like mould and festering wounds, really does anyone like those smells? He also can’t stand metal against metal scraping... It’s irritating.

{ Strengths } Burning toast
Aden is pretty good at calming people down, and making people relax and take a step back from a potentially dangerous situation. He’s also pretty good at climbing since he used to do rock climbing.

{ Weaknesses } Agoraphobia
He has a fear of open spaces, if these open spaces have people in that’s okay, but just a wide open space isn’t very welcoming to Aden and he’d prefer to stay away if that’s okay with you. He is also not very strong, and is no contest when it comes to tests of strength.
{ Powers } Heightened Senses
He has brilliantly heightened senses, the ability to hear someone far away, the ability to see a good distance without straining his eyes, the ability to taste how good or bad food is... The problem is he has to wear glasses since his sight is rather irritating and needs to be limited or it will give him a headache. He doesn’t carry a weapon, he’s rather pacifistic, yet understands that there’s sometimes and absolute need to fight.


▶ near and dear

{ Family } Family life
Aden’s father, an angel, hasn’t been seen or heard of since he left Aden’s mother and Aden’s mother hasn’t been seen or heard of since she left Aden under the charge of his grandparents. Aden’s grandparents died a few years ago, in a car accident. However, Aden knows he has one family member left alive. In his mothers letters – that he got every birthday until his fifteenth birthday – mentioned a half-sister by the name of Trinity.
{ Crush } None yet
{ Status } Single and looking.

[Runningdawn]

[[ I would so no but I am getting really impatient myself. We can just go ahead and start, I don't see the harm. :3 We just won't go too far so that those who are still making their forms or aren't here can still jump in.

AngelJoyeuse, that's fine. ]]

[Zombie Skittles]

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.

[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 was not having a good day.
Maybe it was the fact that he was simply stick in the dirt-pit that the humans called home (Faust could never really consider his days here "good"), but there was something extra-special about today that made Faust undeniably, uncontrollably bitter. He kicked up dust with his boots at her walked, scowling as it settled on his shoes and the bottom of his long, dark coat. Maybe he had been flying around the world, looking for a patch of land away from the humans and demons. It didn't matter, in any case. He hadn't found anything. There was nothing but shallow seas, deep oceans, and this little part of North America that stood up out of the water.

At one point, Faust stopped walking to stare out across the dirty, ash-blackened forest that he was walking through, trying to remember whether or not he had been here or not. His guess was no. Anywhere he'd fought had probably sunken into the ground. Oh well -- Asia had never been particularly interesting to him. As if any of this was. But, still, he couldn't change a thing, and he, Faust, probably one of the strongest angels alive, was stuck on this god-forsaken land. Was this a punishment? He had fought for several millennium, and he was rewarded with this? In the distance, Faust hears the winds shriek through the branches of the blackened trees, and grits his teeth.

Yes, this was definitely a punishment.

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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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"This is boring," a voice calls from the corners of Naomi's mind, "Can we move, please?" She ignored the voice as she always does -- it's one that's been stuck in her head since she was very young-- what, thirteen? It was only after the second voice joined in was Naomi really bothered.

Naomi had realized that John and Jane were probably figments of her imagination a long time ago. Maybe, when she had first heard them speak, they were real, rotting under the floorboards a few houses away or six feet under in the nearest graveyard. But they had long since stopped being nice to her, and their once-kind voices were almost always snide now. Jane was emotional, high-strung, and, Naomi supposed, the closest to angelic she could think up. John was more of a sadist, loud, uncaring, cruel. He didn't pop up as easily as Jane could, but Naomi knew that if he could then she'd probably be a little worse for wear than she already was.

"You're not going to talk to me?" complained Jane shrilly, and even though Naomi's eyes were closed, she could still see the woman's face behind her eyelids, hallow, sunken, gray, and very offended. "That's very rude." And then she turned her figurative back on Naomi, crossing her arms. She wasn't real, but Naomi couldn't help but feel guilty. "I just want some time alone," she whispered to the air. Her knees were drawn up to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs, and she picked at the hem of her sleeve which had started dissolving into frays a long time ago.

Jane started screaming curses at her, so Naomi drew herself close to the wall (she had been staying in what looked like a very oold farmhouse) and squeezed her eyes tighter shut, trying to drown out the screams with her own thoughts. It never worked.

[Psychotic Addictions]

Raven

Raven walked around, determination held in her dark brown eyes. She was not going to give up, not until she breathed her last breath and her heart would beat no more. All she saw was dirt, no life, nothing. But she will still go on. All she carried with her was a medium.sized backpack with some supplies, her frying pan, and baseball bat. She knows that won't help her in anyway when she faces those monsters.

Yep, she calls them monsters now. For all they ha e cause her was pain. Raven used to believe that angels were holy and safe. Oh, she was very wrong. Now she was here, alive and dreading how cruel that world has become.

[Noel]

Kiro Briht
Quite bored

Kiro had nothing against the human world, he really didn't. True it was dirty, scum-filled, doomed for failure, and filled with, well, humans, but Kiro liked all of that. The reason he liked destroying it wasn't because he didn't like the place but because watching the humans squirm was so fun. Their screams, their panic and confusion, it was lifeblood to him. Seeing it was like candy to a young child, a happiness that was very hard to match. Earlier that day, Kiro had set up a small, explosive surprise for the pathetic creatures, who had proved most amusing after finding it. Some wondered why, unlike most demons, he took his sadistic moodswings out on humans rather then angels. The reason was simple; Kiro was a small boy.
Only 5'2 with a small build, his abilities that of a mindreader not a fighter, he could not hold his own against a full-fledged angel. A half-angel, sure, but not a full one. They were just too damn strong, and Kiro was fond of life. So, when a half-angel wasn't around to be bothered/killed, he played with the pathetic little humans.
However, bored, Kiro had wandered. He didn't need to be able to sense them to know when an angel was nearby; he could hear their thoughts clear as day, after all. This time, not knowing what he could be getting into, Kiro had stumbled on Faust's thoughts and currently was wandering over to him. Catching sight of the angel, who could have been mistaken for human if his thoughts were not telling Kiro exactly what he was, Kiro grinned and walked nearer, stopping about ten feet away.
"Ello. Faust, your name is? Really, this world ain't bad. So many little creatures to mess with."

[softballsava]

~ Ragne'Uruvien (Damien) Hooley ~

Cold. Dark. Pitch black. Small noise in the distance. So far, yet so close. A scream, so familiar. Running, frantic running. Trying to find source, time, too fast, needs to slow. Sprinting. Scream, louder, more fear, more terror. Bright light. So bright, blinding. Scream. Scream. No, no please no. NO!

Fade. Her face. Screaming, staring, pleading, crying. HIM. No, not him, not real. A dream, all a dream. Silence. A wave of utter silence, so complete. So sure. A movement, quick, but not quick enough. Strength against speed. Ongoing battle. Finally a white flag. Small glowing speck fading into the distance. Her face. Cold. Hard. Empty.

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Ragne awoke with a start. His chest heaving, his body sweating, and his face drenched in tears. The small tattoo on his back burning like the flames he decended from. Just a dream. Just another pitiful dream. "Damn it.." Ragne swung out of bed and walked toward the end of his very large room to the drawer where he kept his clothes rubbing his neck. It was just a dream, but the reality in dreams, that is what haunts the person even after they wake. Ragne shook his head trying to crack his neck before slipping on a black v-neck shirt and jeans, he needed to venture into the human world, for some odd reason he felt the presence of a half demon struggling. Usually anything with the human world was his job.

But that image, it was so real, so raw. No matter how many nights, years, centuries, millenia passed he could never shake the thought of her. Ragne tried to clear his head as he ascended into the human world but the thoughts kept pushing on his mind, harder and harder. The mornings after sleep was needed were always the worst. But now in the human world, such thoughts would be pushed behind him. They would have to be pushed behind him, he needed to find the half-demon that was engraved into his mind. He could feel her pain, her struggle, and it drew him nearer to her. Ever closer to her thoughts, and her feelings. This was what it felt like to be a demon, to feed on another's pains and heart aches, and Ragne felt himself being pulled closer to the thoughts. Although soon he would no longer be Ragne'Uruvien but Damien. The humans little Damien, the one the girls were so drawn to. His prey. But today there was no time to preying upon humans, today was about finding the half-demon and bringing her in.

Ragne ascended on to Earth at last and took in the sharp breeze. He felt the surge of the adventure ahead taking over him and soon realized that the half breed he was searching for was not too far away. He could feel that perhaps spirits were meddling in her head, and perhaps even she needed help realizing what she really was. He only hoped that this convincing would go better than the last... Incident...

[LEAVING]

(Reserve Girl Angel)