.:ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ:. (with Oliverstorm)

[sharkbuddie]

Run for cover
My sense of fear is running thin
Undercover
Just like a candle in the wind

Tell everybody, tell everybody
Brothers, sisters, the ending is coming

Ohhhhh
We are fallen, we are fallen
Ohhhhh
We are fallen, we are fallen
Now we're just gonna ride it out

Every morning
I'm staring shadows in the eye
Oh, good morning
Will you just wait until I die?

Tell everybody, tell everybody
Brothers, sisters, the ending is coming

Since the dawn of time, angels have had a certain way of running the show down on earth, and up on high. And while angels are pure and perfect, some...aren't. The defects; the problem boys and girls.

That's what you are.

And when you're a problem girly or boy, you get dropped. And you fall...and you fall...and you fall.

Until, plop! you end up on earth.

A fallen angel.

Will you survive the life of an outcast? Well, you better start praying, 'cause life ain't easy down here.

Ohhhhh
We are fallen, we are fallen
Ohhhhh
We are fallen, we are fallen
Now we're just gonna ride it out

Tell everybody, tell everybody
Tell everybody, we are fallen
Ohhhhh
We are fallen, we are fallen
Ohhhhh
We are fallen, we are fallen
Now we're just gonna ride it out

I just want to take it in
Even when your fire runs out
Will you start it up again?
We are fallen

[sharkbuddie]

Load up on guns, bring your friends

It's fun to lose and to pretend

She's overboard and self-assured


Oh, no, I know a dirty word

Name: "Reeve Barrett, and don't you forget it.

Hello, Hello, Hello, How Low

Hello, Hello, Hello

With the lights out, it's less dangerous

Here we are now, entertain us

I feel stupid and contagious

Here we are now, entertain us

Gender: "You stupid? Do I look like a chick to you? Didn't think so."

Age: "Older than you, I assure you. But I look about twenty."

Sexual Orientation:"Do we honestly have to discuss this? Really?" Reeve is bisexual, but leans more towards gay.

A mulatto

An albino

A mosquito

My libido

Yeah

Hey... Yay

I'm worse at what I do best

And for this gift I feel blessed

Our little group (tribe) has always been

And always will until the end

Species: "Angel. Fallen angel. I wouldn't be here if I was a regular angel, now would I?"

Personality: In short, Reeve is a jerk. He doesn't care about anything aside from himself, really. He's sarcastic, rude, yet charming. He has a way with words. He's hotheaded and will go off and the drop of a hat. He thinks he doesn't deserve to be enslaved and that he's above everyone else.

More About: "I'm a special breed of angel. Dark angel. So light, lots of noise (mostly high pitched noises, such as whistles) hurt me. Too much light, my nose starts to bleed. And it goes downhill from there. Heh, that's why I got kicked outta the Pearly Gates."

Looks: After years of flying, his chest and arms have become toned, giving him a lean, lithe look. He has a tattoo of a skull on his chest, one of a maze on his cheek, and one of a detailed Celtic cross on an arm. His wings are large and covered with black feathers. He stands at about 5'7". He often doesn't wear a shirt because of his wings, and instead only wears a pair of jeans and sneakers. Will sometimes wear hoodies to hide his wings, but only when he has to.

I'm worse at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group (tribe) has always been
And always will until the end

Hello, Hello, Hello, How Low

Hello, Hello, Hello

With the lights out, it's less dangerous

Here we are now, entertain us

I feel stupid and contagious

Here we are now, entertain us

A mulatto

An albino

A mosquito

My libido

Yeah

Hey... Yay

Likes&Dislikes: "Sprinkles, darkness, dancing, knives, fighting, flying. You know. The usual."

History: "What's there to tell? I was an angel, bro. Lived up in the clouds. Flew around with cherubs. -snorts- Nah, not really. I got in big trouble for doing something, then was cast out. My status as a Dark Angel didn't help me. I lived on the streets for a while, stealing food and money and whatever else I need. Then...I found him. My best pal. Yeah, he's great. Love that guy... We share a cheap apartment together now. "

And I forget just why I taste

Oh, yeah, I guess it makes me smile

I found it hard, it's hard to find

Oh well, whatever, nevermind

Hello, Hello, Hello, How Low

Hello, Hello, Hello

With the lights out, it's less dangerous

Here we are now, entertain us

I feel stupid and contagious

Here we are now, entertain us

Family: "If they're still up there, I really don't care."

Other:He tends to give people nicknames. Not all of them nice.

A mulatto

An albino

A mosquito

My libido

Yeah a denial.

[Oliverstorm]

(I'll just use this form from anoter RP~)

: Ｗｈｏ Ａｒｅ Ｙｏｕ :
Nᴀᴍᴇ // Yoshiya Kiryu
Nɪᴄᴋ Nᴀᴍᴇ // Joshua
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ // Male
Aɢᴇ // His looks are 16, but his true age is somewhere around 276.
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ // Gay

: Ａ Ｌｉｔｔｌｅ Ｍｏｒｅ :
Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ {Iғ ᴀɴʏ} // Joshua has only his phone, which enables him to shoot blue beams of light onto his enemies, giving them instant death. He can also use the powers of telekinesis.
Wʜᴀᴛ Aʀᴇ Yᴏᴜ // Joshua is a fallen angel.
Bᴏᴅʏ Mᴏᴅɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴs // Most can't see it, but Joshua has a small pair of wings tattooed to his back.
Bᴏᴅʏ Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ // Joshua is a bit skinny for his age-well, his age looks, anywhere. He stands around 6 foot 2, give or take a few inches. His hair is either considered a very, very pale green or a dirty blonde. The shirt he wears is dull in color, and his jeans are just the usual shade of blue for kids his age {once again, his looks, not true age}. Joshua has slightly purple eyes, often considered ashy instead. But to him it doesn't matter. Joshua's actual build is very much that of a girl's-small, lean, and tall. His wings, after many decades of fighting and defending others, they have gotten scarred and lost their silky and soft qualities. One of the major feathers in his wings have been torn out in some long forgotten battle.

: Ａｎｄ Ａｂｏｕｔ Ｙｏｕｒｓｅｌｆ :
Cʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ Sᴛʏʟᴇ // Joshua wears a dull gray shirt and the average blue jeans. His shoes are nothing special either. He blends in well with the crowd.
Oᴛʜᴇʀ // Joshua can play many instruments.
Lɪᴋᴇs // {Optional} ----
Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs // {Optional} Lightning and thunder. Joshua has astraphobia.


: Ｗｈａｔ Ｏｔｈｅｒ Ｔｈｉｎｇｓ Ｉｓ Ｔｈｅｒｅ :
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ // Joshua has always been able to see the dead-be it people, animals, or...other things...he's seen it all. Even when he was alive.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ // Joshua is very flirtatious. The first time he met another teen he bonded with for quite some time, he called him 'dear'. He has a carefree, smooth attitude-and yet slightly cocky. That trait often makes others get angry and fed up with him easily, so he usually never stays with one person for long. But sometimes, when Joshua is alone, he gets depressed and nothing can seem to pull him out of the state but time. Joshua has been depressed for a century, at one point, and only that other teen mentioned before pulled him out of it.
Oᴛʜᴇʀ // More pictures:
http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/200H/f/ ... 319c1i.jpg
http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/ ... cticle.jpg
http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/ ... eniose.jpg

[sharkbuddie]

(( Gorgeous! I love it! AUGH! c;

So. Care to start, or shall I?))

[Oliverstorm]

(I'm not very good at first posts, so you may c: )

[sharkbuddie]

(Fantastic. uwu)

[sharkbuddie]

Rain.

Damn, New York was rainy. And rain meant no flying. The water weighed Reeve's wings down. So, for the third night in a row, Reeve was trapped inside.

He sat in front of the panel glass window that lead out onto a small, crappy porch with his knees to his chest. Strong arms were rested upon those knees, and a stern face was hidden behind those arms as husky-blue oculars trained on the dreary outside. God, he hated this. His wings ached to move again. On this thought he fanned the twilight-inked appendages out behind himself, huffing an annoyed sigh.

"Josh," Reeve grumbled, "I hate this, man. I just want to go the hell outside." His feathers ruffled, "Or something. I don't like being cooped up. It's been three days!"

While this was true, he was also upset because he couldn't find the bottle of his beloved sprinkles. The damn thing had up an disappeared. That had been what really started the dark angel's foul mood. But he wasn't about to admit that.

"Ugh."

[Oliverstorm]

Joshua was lazily watching TV in the dimly lit room. He half-listened to what Reeve was ranting about and gave a slight nod as if he were listening. "Uh-huh."

The characters on the screen, however stupid they were, always semed to interest Joshua more than the real world outside. Or his roommate, at that.

His own smaller, more fragile wings stretched out and splayed on the ground. Joshua occasionally flapped one a few tomes then the other, and rested till commercial break came. He worked his pent-up wings on the commercials but rested during the shows.

"Then go outside, dear. Put up with a little rain~"

[sharkbuddie]

Reeve scoffed, "Don't be stupid. I'd crash. Again. You may have tiny little fairy wings that don't absorb water, but I don't, so. Yeah."

Much as Reeve liked Josh, he could be such an idiot sometimes. At least, that's how Reeve saw it. But in reality, Josh was the smart one. Who, it seemed always found a way to fix whatever mess Reeve had gotten into.

Groaning, Reeve flopped onto his back. "Josh, come ooon... I'm dying over here. Give me something to do. But not chores! I refuse to do manual labor on such a horrible day."

[Oliverstorm]

"You could become my personal servant." Joshua suggested with a lazy yawn like he didn't care. "You can start by changing the channel to Cartoon Network or something."

He rolled a little on the ground and over to Reeve, momentarily forgetting about the TV. "Now entertain me while there's a commercial break. I'm tired of stretching my 'pretty fairy wings'."

(I'm having a bit of writers block :c)