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[Make_a__Scene]

« Basic Info »
species:: Angel
name:: Rowan Aftiel
gender:: Male
age:: Appears late teens to early 20s

history:: Even before Rowan was born, his father was a renowned captain of the Angel army. By the time he was born, his father was General, and a successful one at that. As a child, Rowan was all but locked away. He often fell ill, and so his parents kept him hidden from the outside world, afraid for his delicate immune system. Rowan gained all of his knowledge from books and stories, albeit incredibly biased.
It was only until recently, about a decade ago, that he got fed up and ran away, fleeing to Earth. He hasn't returned to Angila Renum since, and is instead experiencing the war firsthand. He has caught news, however, that his father was killed in combat.

personality:: Rowan has always been more of a philosopher than a soldier. By way of upbringing, he claims to side with Angels, but he never stops asking questions about the war, or even the world in general. Because of his family history, however, his instinctual response to potential threats is hostile. Aside from that, he is generally too trusting and gullible. Occasionally he can give off the air of sociopathy, but Rowan, more often than not, has the capability to be friends with those willing.

physical description:: Rowan has a small stature, only about 5'5 in height and weighing in at just 134 pounds. His blonde hair - probably longer than it should be - has platinum highlights and honey lowlights and just begins to curl at the very ends. His skin tone is a pink-pale and freckles delicately dust hist cheekbones, nose, and shoulders. The eyes that are framed by blonde eyelashes are a darker blue than is typically expected from such a blonde boy. His frame is more effeminate and delicate-looking than is acceptable for a male, complete with soft skin and graceful hands. His wings are white, with one, ugly silver patch.

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species:: Demon
name:: Maria
gender:: Male
age:: Appears mid-20s

history:: Born of a low-ranking demon and a high-ranking demon, Maria was abandoned on Earth as a child and never knew his real parents. He was forced into the human foster care system until he ran away at 16. He learned of his demon heritage and the war all at once after he was targeted by a couple of angels. Now he works as a mercenary, taking whatever odd job pays the most, although he mostly bounces between deeds for demons and deeds for rogue angels. They are the superior races, after all.

personality:: Maria is a psychopath. Plain and simple. He only cares for what is in his best interest. Therefore, he does not claim a side in the war, and frankly couldn't care less for it. He is rash and mostly acts on impulse, having a short temper. Rarely can he explain why he takes certain actions, but that doesn't seem to bother him.

physical description:: Maria is average, physically, all the way around. He's of average height - about 5'10 - and average stature. His muscles are far from doughy but less than bulging, just about the right amount of tone that a biology student could label all of the major structures. His skin is caramel in tone and his hair is the darkest of black. His eyes are light brown, sometimes appearing amber when caught in the golden light of a sunset.

[Tesalong]

Julius Xavier Earoth

Born on August 24th, 1764
Gender= Male
Species= Demon

History

Julius Earoth was born in Daemone Renum, as most demons have always tended to be. His birth into the world two hundred and fifty years ago was a matter of little importance to most. The only thing that was of note was that he happened to be something of a great grandson of Beelzebub; a fact that his mother consistently enjoyed proclaiming to all those who were unfortunate enough to be near. His mother was of less prestigious blood, and the idea of having a more noble son filled her with joy and sickening pride. However, since it was never terribly uncommon to see a distant relative of Beelzebub, it never affected Julius' status in the slightest.

Neither of his parents were particularly skilled in child rearing. His mother was self-centered and vain, while his father was mostly indifferent towards everything. Their version of parenthood was to let Julius do as he pleased, so long as he was out of the way. They would meet throughout the day, of course, if only to ensure all members were still alive and that Julius would have uninhibited loyalty towards them and to the Demon's side of the war. Julius never minded their parenting style. He would spend days on end creating mischief with friends out in the dry wastelands, caking himself in mud and dust. Some of his fondest memories are of that time.

When he grew old enough to be of some use, Julius was trained in the art of battle, learning various weapons and skills needed for a warrior. He loved it with a passion. He was very successful, and took on various jobs for the governing powers in Daemone Renum, often fighting against rebellion and occasionally performing assassinations. His ruthless and half suicidal style of fighting made him slightly unpredictable, however, and he would often tend to get carried away in blood lust or forget his mission. After yet another one of his episodes, the higher ups decided it would be best if his abilities were temporarily put elsewhere, and he was ordered to go to Earth and participate in the war for the human realm. Not one to disagree, he obediently went, and has been living there for a year now. He used to have a roommate, but the fellow demon was killed by an angel. Julius hasn't seemed too affected by the unfortunate event, however. Despite himself, he's finding himself to rather like Earth. While he believes that there's no place as great as Daemone Renum, Earth isn't half bad.

Personality

Julius is an adrenaline junkie. He enjoys fighting, competition, and challenges. He's an optimist. Although, he's never been morally sound. His ideas of justice, right and wrong, and sin are what most people would consider to be twisted. Until he came to Earth, he never cared about humans or the war. Though since then, he's begun taking more of an interest; he's rather fond of humans now, and likes the idea of them worshiping him. While before he only liked the war because it was a war, he now is able to appreciate what his kind is fighting for.

When the mood inevitably catches him, the demon often has fun causing mischief for others. He will create drama for them, ruining relationships and their day. He doesn't do it out of malice, but rather does it because he finds it amusing. Not to mention that humans, being less important, don't really matter. When Julius is around friends he's more sensitive to their feelings. While he'll poke fun at them and mock their decisions, he won't actively attempt to hurt them. In general, when not overcome by a desire to battle or cause trouble, he's easy going and not difficult to get along with.

Appearance

During the time he spends on Earth, he morphs to keep his wings hidden. Instead he appears as a 5'11 human with shaggy black hair, as shown in the picture. He often wears black clothing, and occasionally will alter his appearance to show tattoos. Whenever he feels particularly patriotic, he'll have a large black pentagram decorating his back. His wings are large and the color of tar, and have a few small holes near the bottom.

It is important to note that during times when he wants to blend in perfectly with society, he'll appear as a very ordinary looking man with short, mousy brown hair. When he does so, he'll introduce himself as John and proceed to engage in a discussion about the weather.

Example of Roleplaying literacy

.:Koji:.
Kanto's Wind
Location- Cameran Palace
Tag- Everyone

Koji had been thinking many negative thoughts that ranged from Kanto to the uncomfortable chairs to the Knight of Johto. It had taken Reynard's own stare before he realized that he had been glaring. Koji wasn't in a mood to feel too sorry about the fact, though, and continued pointedly staring for a few seconds without sorrow. After the short moment passed, he turned his head away and let out a puff of air through his nose. Rather than on purpose, he more did the action without thinking, essentially following what Arcanine did whenever it smelled something unpleasant. At that exact moment, Koji noticed a familiar orange and striped pokemon in the corner of his eye, "Why don't you like him?" Arcanine questioned, curious as always. Koji glanced towards his friend, "Because... he's a fake." Koji decided, glad that telepathy existed between them.

Arcanine tilted its head, confused, and briefly looked towards the man, "I don't know, he seems a lot like a Guardian to me." He replied, sounding skeptical. Koji blinked at the remark, "That's not the kind of fake that I had meant." He explained, struggling not to laugh. Instead, he smiled and rubbed a hand on the creature's furry head. Arcanine was great, but young and perhaps a little thick headed at times because of it. Koji both dreaded and looked forward to the day when Arcanine would grow out of the phase.

Hoenn's Ninja began to speak aloud, and Koji became reserved once more, smile erased and gone as if it had never been there in the first place. When she had finished what she had to say, silence was in the air. Koji wasn't quite ready to speak, and so listened as Sinnoh's Maiden started a description of her region. What the fellow Guardian had to say sounded familiar, mimicking what had occurred in Kanto not too long ago. He decided that it was time to say something.

Koji took in a breath of the warm, stale air of the room, and began, "Less than two years ago, Kanto was as it always has been. It suffered from war and hardship, but was not burdened from any of the problems that you can see here today. A year ago, things slowly began getting worse. At first it just seemed like an unlucky time, with weather and pokemon seeming less predictable, but the situation never got better. Water began having a sour taste, crops looked sickly, and I heard people whisper among themselves that the Tree of Beginnings was wilting. I dismissed it as a rumor, but a few months ago, I found out it was true." He said, voice clear and steady. It had been a horrible moment in time. The tree looked as if the vibrant life was being sucked out of it. "Things continued to escalate until Kanto became what you see now. I don't think that I need to explain anymore." He added, and hoped that he wouldn't need to.

Arcanine listened until he was done, before spontaneously offering a piece of its knowledge to Reynard, "He doesn't like you." It observed, no malice or boasting in its tone. In truth, Arcanine found it interesting, because usually Koji decided to wait until he disliked someone. He wanted to know why.

[Captain Kaycee]

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R a p h a e l
Archangel
Location: Angila Renum
Tagged: None
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.:Angila Renum - Sometime in the Night:.

It was a memory ingrained into his head.

In fact, it was one that he was for sure not going to forget for the rest of his life.

Every sleeping moment for the archangel was like an living nightmare. Of course, he had already lived through that nightmare even when he wasn't asleep. It was almost a full three months since the incident, but there wasn't a day that went past that brought the archangel screaming awake from his dreams.

This was just another one of those nights.

Raphael sprung upright from his sleep position in bed, gasping for breath and tears welling up. It didn't occur to him until after one of the angels walking past his room and knocked on his door that he had been screaming when he woke up.

"Are you alright, Sir Raphael?" the angel asked, his eyes wide and one hand on the sword that was strapped to his waist.

"Yes... yes, I am fine. Go back to your duty," Raphael answered, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

As the angel closed the door and left the archangel alone once more, Raphael began to take deep breaths to recompose himself. The images still flashed in his mind: his child in her crib with her eyes closed but her skin a pale grey. The monsters had literally sucked out her soul, leaving his only child as a hollow body. And his wife...

Raphael's eyes lingered to the unused side of the bed, where three months prior had a sleeping Laila by his side. But now there was only the remainder of the sheets on the bed. He felt so hollow inside without her there. All of those days that he had kissed her goodnight were mere memories now. He had nothing left for him, despite what the other archangels protested. How could he have love for the rest of his life when the only things that brought him true happiness had been slaughtered before him?

He finally stood up from the bed and pulled on a white tank top, heading outside of the castle wing that he lived inside and into the gardens. It didn't phase him that it was the middle of the night. He let his wings appear from behind him, circling around him like a cocoon and enclosing him into his own little world. The sound of the running water brought him close to whatever he could call peace, if it was even that. It at least brought Raphael a sense of relief from his constant nightmares, and let his mind drift away from the horrors they contained.

[Lacuna]

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xxxxxThe night sky didn't look much different in Angila Renum than it did on Earth--or at least Hannah never took the time to notice the lack of similarity. With her long white hair trailing behind her unbound she soared through the sky and touched the clouds humans used to believe angels would sit on, watching their activities. Hannah mused that it was much more exciting to just be there, in the thick of battle with no human the wiser that she was their enemy. Her large wings snapped in the breeze, allowing her to bank sharply through the deserted sky and back to the ground.
xxxxxMost angels were probably getting their beauty sleep, but Hannah loved the night air and the tranquility she experienced when all the others were sleeping, not to mention that no one bothering her about anything that wasn't their business to begin with. However, she became bored easily, prompting the end of her flight and a swift decision that tonight would be an evening that she headed to Earth, fancying a little night life. Humans were much less bothersome than her fellows, seeing as they had no idea about her checkered past, and she could stand their company better most evenings.
xxxxxAs easy as breathing, Hannah was on Earth, standing in a less than clean alleyway. With another thought her wings were gone, transforming her into a facsimile of a human, albeit one with startlingly white hair. Her human persona had darker eyebrows to explain her unnatural locks, hiding the fact that she was more angelic than she seemed, but she was too vain about it to hide its length. Instead, she tied it up with brisk efficiency, knotting it into a messy bun at the back of her skull. She remained dressed simply, in a light gray v-neck t-shirt and a leather jacket, her legs clad in dark denim and feet shod with heavy boots. As she stepped from the alley she pulled a pack of Marlboros and a Zippo from her jacket pocket, choosing a cigarette and lighting it as she walked. Hannah looked the part of biker chick so well she wasn't sure if another angel would recognize her.
xxxxxAs she walked Hannah passed bustling bars handling a midnight rush and late night eateries dispensing food to the drunken horde. A smile crossed her lips as she took in the grungy scenery, minding her own business and taking slow drags from her cigarette. The walk was all for herself, though she imagined humans would not take well to her sudden appearance inside of her destination, and she enjoyed the dirty city air as much as she enjoyed the cool breeze in Angila Renum. Too soon she arrived at her destination, a dingy billiards hall with a dim neon sign at its entrance. She crushed her cigarette butt beneath her boot stepped inside like going home.
xxxxxHannah flashed a toothy smile at the bartender and slid onto a stool. Unlike the other establishments she had passed this one was quiet, the only sounds the crack of billiards balls as the met and sank and the low noise of a television turned to the news above the bar. "How are things, Lou?" she asked, propping her elbows on the bar as the muscular man brought her a gin and tonic that she didn't plan on drinking. He grunted noncommittally in return, but Hannah saw his eyes slide to watch someone at the table behind her. "That good?" she continued, as if she hadn't seen his clue. It was the reason she had come, of course--Lou's was the number one hangout for those angry with the demons and ready to do something about it. It was just where Hannah needed to be if the angels wanted to be know what the humans were plotting against her dark brethren. She plucked the lime from her glass, squeezing it into her drink as she contemplated the unknown human behind her.

ooc: I don't really know how she would get from Angila Renum to Earth so I just kind of glossed over it... and I'm not sure what I want Liam to be up to yet. Anyone is welcome to interact with her!

[Zoella]

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name: elliora "elle"
age: twenty-one
species: angel
located: NYC
with: nobody

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Elliora glanced warily through the window of her apartment, taking in the sight of the setting sun and the uneasy feeling that came with it. Subconsciously, she began to pull the zipper of her hoodie up higher as she hesitantly reached for the doorknob. A rush of sound greeted her when she opened the portal - voices shouting, cars honking, construction banging - she tried to let these familiar noises calm her. Now was not the time to be edgy, Elle reminded herself. She had to be calm and collected, it was the key to fitting in. That was something she would never understand about humans - their need to conceal emotion. People always put on this mask to act like everything was fine, and it was something that had taken Elliora years to perfect.

Slowly issuing forth from the stark brightness of fluorescent bulbs, she slipped fully into the dusk of the streets. If Elliora hurried then she might be able to reach her destination before the sun finished its descent. But there would still be the walk home, the little voice of uneasiness in her head finally voiced itself, and a flood of memories with it. She recalled to mind the words of her past neighbor, Melissa, a forty-something year-old woman who’d grown up in the slums of NYC. “Why do you choose to live in this city, Ellie?” her stern voice still rang loud and clear, “It’s dangerous here for a young woman like you. If I were your mother, I wouldn’t let you come near this place...or live on your own for that matter.”

It was true, New York City was not the safest place Elle had chosen to live, but that was part of its appeal. For her it was better to live in a city that was thriving with danger and kept you on your toes. It kept her prepared for the unexpected. And there was a certain thrill for her here that she couldn’t explain . She supposed that’s how most people felt about this city, especially with the growing knowledge humans were obtaining about demons and angels. Elliora was sure it was only a matter of time before her secret was found out. She’d been in New York for far too long, much longer than any other place she’d previously lived. That’s why Elle was on her way now to a real estate agency - it was time for her to sell her apartment and go somewhere more low-key, as much as she might hate to admit it.

Just as a clock from a nearby steeple began to chime six, Elliora remembered to pull up her hood onto her head. The sun was almost invisible now, and the darker it got the more obvious her tendency to radiate light would become to mortals - or the more dangerous species of angels and demons. She prayed that her journey would go unnoticed by all; she didn’t have time to deal with any mishaps or troublemakers tonight.

{ooc: she's open if anybody wants to talk

[Tesalong]

Julius Xavier Earoth
Demon
Location = Billiards hall
Tagged = Hannah

As he breathed in the evening air, Julius felt a sudden pang of hunger in his gut. The wind smelled heavily of barbecue and french fries, a human combination that always reminded him of the fact that his stomach existed. He paused on the sidewalk, taking the moment to explore the depths of his pockets. His fingers came into contact with three small coins and he quickly retracted his hand, narrowing his eyes in thought. He couldn't remember what he had spent all of his money on. His employers gave him a good amount to live off of, but for some reason he was always broke. The cash never went towards rent. Rent was unnecessary when there was nothing wrong with mooching off at a gullible human's house. So where did it all go? It was puzzling. He would have paid good money to have an accountant to figure it out, but he had already discovered that he didn't have such money to spend.

As he tried unsuccessfully to do some mental subtraction, he stepped into an alley way, too distracted to pay any heed to the scent of garbage. The alley, sheltered from the lights that decorated the sides of the main streets, was far darker, which didn't bother him in the slightest. As he moved into the deepest shadows, directly between two large green garbage bins, he began to morph. His nose, which had previously been straight, now had a small hump on the bridge. His face grew longer and a bit narrower, the chin coming to a more precise point. His skin lightened and his hair turned into a dusty, unpleasant brown. His stature became two inches shorter. He glanced down at his clothing, which didn't match his John persona at all, and shrugged. There was only so much he was willing to put the effort into doing. He glanced around with new dark blue eyes, quietly ensuring that there hadn't been anyone around to notice. There was a homeless man close by dressed in loose dirty clothing, but the man was blind and his eyes were glazed. Most importantly, it was a human, so it didn't seem like anything worth worrying about.

With that in mind, he walked back onto the sidewalk, locking his eyes on the doors to one of the many restaurants that lined the city. He peered out at them, before deciding that what he really wanted was a drink. The bars all were noisy, looking entertaining with its possibility of drunken brawls and laughter. However, what he wanted to visit was an old favorite of sorts. It was cheap, and never looked as if it was full. It was an establishment that very few took notice of. But, what interested him was the fact that all who did take notice seemed to have an odd grudge against demons, and their conversations about how to 'throw those demons back into the pits of hell' never ceased to amuse him. He walked causally towards the billiards hall, running a hand through his hair. As he got close, he noticed a crushed cigarette in front of the doors, and stepped over it. He absently wondered if dropping a cigarette on the ground was a form of pollution.

He entered, looking toward Lou, an older bartender who knew 'John' well, "It's really nice weather today." Julius observed to the fellow. "It looks as if it's about to rain. Hey, if I beat you at a game of pool, can I have one on the house?" He questioned, getting right to the point of the matter. He didn't give much attention to the white-haired biker girl. Although, he did wonder what bottle the color of her hair came from. Humans didn't tend to have white locks until they were near death.

[Make_a__Scene]

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✖ Maria ✖
Demon
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Long limbs created a clean silhouette framed by the opening of the window as Maria had draped himself nearly completely onto the fire escape. There was but a lamp on inside his dim apartment, and the silver moon threw highlights onto his eyes but failed to grant him with any detailed features. The smoke that trailed from his lips was thick, even as it curled upwards, illuminated by the moon's halo. What a biased entity, Maria mused. The moon donned a silver halo, reflecting the same light that angels radiated, and yet it gave no mind to demons. Not that Maria himself paid much mind to either species.

The cigarette had almost burned to the filter before Maria stubbed it out on the iron railing of the fire escape, adding another white ash mark to his inadvertent collection. He haphazardly tossed the butt into the alleyway before swinging his legs back into his apartment and shutting his window. He was going out; he had to. He was starting to come down with a severe case of cabin fever, suffering anxiety that even nicotine couldn't calm. Sliding his arms into the sleeves of his black leather jacket, Maria hastily grabbed his keys off the counter and all but shoved them into his pocket. Still, he neglected to lock his door before he was trotting down the stairs.

Maria had lived in New York longer than anywhere else. It's where he'd ended up after he'd left that last god awful foster home. He'd only been to Daemon Renum all of three times since he'd discovered that he was in fact not a human. He preferred Earth for the time being, if only just for familiarity. He could go to Daemon Renum to find his real parents; he was sure they wouldn't be hard to find. How many demons could there be who abandoned their child in another realm? But Maria had less than no concern over that matter.

The plan was to hit up a pub, maybe one with preternatural ties so that he could subtly offer his services, or maybe someone who needed a job done would recognize him. However, he got sidetracked almost immediately when he happened upon a hooded figure. She certainly looked familiar. He jogged across the street, got in step directly behind her, and then peeked around, trying to get a look at her face.

"What's a pretty little angel doing in a dirty city like this all by herself?" He chided, already bracing himself for a physical retaliation. When was the last time he'd seen Elliora? Probably not since his last job.

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❖ Rowan Aftiel ❖
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He hadn't been back to Angila Renum since he'd left. He couldn't say that he missed it all that much, although it was much cleaner than the majority of the cities he'd experienced on Earth. Even the sky seemed clearer, and maybe that was the one thing that Rowan did miss: the stars here strained to blush through the polluted air, most of them not making it. His light glow in the night could be written off as the moonlight playing off his pale skin. Ten years and he still hadn't quite perfected his human facade to completely suppress the light his body emitted.

His favourite aspect of Earth was their libraries. They weren't quite as extensive as the ones in Angila Renum, but they were still impressive and just as plentiful. Earth's civilizations were much younger, after all. Rowan was leaving a large public library, a couple of books tucked under his arm. He'd noted that Earth's records were just as biased as his home's, but it was easier to tease out common facts, since the diversity of civilizations was so vast. He liked that. It made him wish humans had known about the war sooner so that maybe there'd be books about that. Then maybe he could figure out exactly what was going on, which was the right side for sure.

He couldn't help but be bitter at the demon side. He'd always been told they were evil creatures by nature, fighting dirty, killing infants in their cribs, marring his species. His father had slain many and led attacks that pushed the demon military back. He knew that there were demons living on Earth, many living near him in fact, but he had no desire to let them know he was an angel. It was a conversation he'd overheard between a couple of demons that brought him the news of his father's death.

More than anything, Rowan wanted to know why the feud existed. Everything had a causal relationship. The answer 'that's always how it's been' just didn't satisfy him. He'd constantly been searching for some document about the start of the war with little avail. It were almost as if everyone wanted to go on not knowing what they were fighting over. Rowan wasn't content with ignorance.

He shivered and retracted his hands into the sleeves of his hoodie. It was chilly. And Rowan was seriously considering finding a dark alley to drop his facade and take to the skies. Certainly he would get home faster; but he was incredibly wary about letting down his guard here. This was a constant battleground, even when it seemed calm, especially now that the humans were discovering their unwilling role.

[rukavis]

JAIMOFF RAVEN ~ DEMON ~ TAGGED: no one

He watched the sun go down. He sat in his apartment by the window, waiting until the moon was watching from the sky and the sun had most definitely gone away. Jaimoff loved the night. The fact that he couldn't actually be in the sun too much helped contribute to the fact, but that was besides the matter. The one true statement was that Jaimoff loved the night.

Jaimoff picked up his bass clarinet case and left the apartments. Nicotine and second hand smoke were all around this part of New York City. Well, his area of the city, anyway. There always seemed to be people smoking in his apartment complex. Jaimoff didn't understand it just yet, but he figured their need to smoke would make sense to him at some point.

Hugging his case to his chest tightly, Jaimoff began walking quickly. He wrapped his arms around the giant instrument case as though he were cuddling with it whilst strolling around the city that never sleeps. Which was perfect for him, really. He could only ever play his instrument at night, and it helped that people actually walked around at night.

As he walked, Jaimoff looked around for a spot to stop and play. Eventually he found a not quite crowded corner that would give him room to play, yet still somewhere people would hear him. There were restaurants on the street on the left side of the corner, a bunch of souvenir stores going down the other street of the corner, and Broadway shows on the street behind him. And so, he carefully placed the case down and began taking his instrument out.

Once it was together, he left his case open to the public and played a few scales: B flat major, E flat major, A flat major, F major, C major, G major, and a chromatic scale. Then he began playing some memorized songs. Children's March, Molly on the Shore, and Arabesque were a few of them.

Jaimoff had become known as the "vampire musician" around New York. He was the only musician who only played at night. While other musicians might play at night, they'd been playing since before the sun set. Jaimoff was the only one who didn't. He only showed up when the stars were out. Plus, if you squinted your eyes and stared real hard, Jaimoff's skin looked like it had purple scales. However, most people thought it was a silly myth someone had made up. Little did they know, it was real.

Jaimoff decided to take a break when he'd played the clarinet solo of Molly on the Shore an octave lower than it was supposed to be. Playing low was fun, but it stole your breath from you. Jaimoff set his bass clarinet inside his empty case and sat next to it. He watched people walk by and stared at the stars. He breathed a sigh as he wondered what he would play when his break was declared over. Suddenly, an idea came to him.

"What do you want me to play?" Jaimoff called out into the crowd, putting his bass clarinet back together. He could at least take suggestions. What was life without a little bit of whimsy?

[Lacuna]

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xxxxxHannah spun the straw in her glass, the ice clinking softly against itself as she stared at the television with careful disinterest. The late night news was trying to spice things up and report something happy, the odd hour allowing them to report on dancing dogs rather than the angelic and demonic war. Hannah wasn't concerned with any thing that mundane, and her attention drifted behind her to the man Lou had indicated when he brought her drink. He was huge, wide shoulders stretching his dark shirt in a threatening way as he lined up a shot on the almost empty table. With the barest tap the cue ball smacked across the felt and sunk the eight ball in a corner pocket, ending the match in his favor. Hannah made sure to look away when his attention shifted from the game.
xxxxx"Do you have a smoke?" she heard the man ask his opponent, deep voice resonating in the near empty bar. The other man, younger than his companion and kind of mousy, nodded and pulled a pack from his chest pocket. Hannah was considering the benefit of following them outside for a cigarette of her own when the door swung open, revealing an unimpressive man with a a thin face and a once-broken nose. His generic brown hair shifted a little as the opened door allowed fresh air into Lou's establishment. Lou immediately recognized the man, which piqued Hannah's interest and kept her inside rather than following the billiards player to the back alley.
xxxxxThe man tried to interest Lou in some small talk before asking, "Hey, if I beat you at a game of pool, can I have one on the house?" Hannah turned her face away to laugh, trying to imagine the barkeep playing billiards, and knowing that he would never agree. Lou eyed the man from behind the bar, continuing to polish a glass without looking at it. When he set it down his eyes flicked to Hannah, and she started to get a bad feeling.
xxxxx"Why don't you play Hannah?" Lou asked, gesturing to the angel. The smirk on his face implied something, but Hannah did her best to look disinterested and hope it belied her skill. After over a thousand years of life one picked up some skills, and Hannah was a decent billiards player. "You don't even have to win," the bartender continued. "I'll bring you a drink just for the pleasure of watching." He turned his full smile to Hannah at that, and the short angel groaned dramatically, dropping off her stool and letting her boots thud on the sticky floor.
xxxxxShe walked across the bar, hands in her pockets, and stopped at her favorite table next to a poster of KISS that had been on the wall so long the edges were brown and curling away from the drywall. "What do you say?" she asked, though she was already racking the balls without waiting for his response. She hung her jacket carefully over a nearby chair, and Lou took another seat at the hightop table, in easy watching distance. She pulled a cue from the rack on the wall, testing its weight in her hand before dropping its butt to the floor and leaning against it lazily.

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xxxxx"See you tomorrow!" one of the triage nurses called as the hospital doors slid open before Liam. He turned to smile and wave to the woman--Melissa was her name--as he enjoyed the small relaxation that he gained from having clocked out of his shift. She was nice, and it was pleasing to Liam that she took time out of her busy shift to say goodbye to him. The night air swirled around him as the doors closed, letting him all the way out into the night.
xxxxxThe walk back to his apartment after a twelve hour shift was always the worst. Liam shivered in a navy hoodie with "FDNY" in white capital letters across the front, the fabric not doing enough to keep out the breeze. The thought of his warm apartment hastened his pace, despite the backpack digging into his shoulders and the crinkly, potentially infectious, scum on his right pant leg. The shift had been hard, as they always were now that the angels and demons were about, though most of the time he found the worst injuries at scenes where humans had mistaken one of their own for one of the enemy. He shook his head at the thought, thinking it must be easy to tell a non-human being from a human one, though he was pretty sure that he had never seen a demon. An angel on the other hand--they had a certain glow that lured you in, but he couldn't forget how dangerous those beautiful beings could be.
xxxxxChiding himself for getting lost in his thoughts and not keeping an eye on his surroundings, Liam scanned the street. There was a small crowd around a busker at the end of the block, but other than that the street he walked was calm. It was only one more block to his small apartment, and he sped up further. However, he couldn't help but stop to listen to the musician as he passed, the unique instrument that the man played intriguing Liam. "What do you want me to play?" the dark haired man called out just as Liam stopped, his brilliant blue eyes scanning the small crowd. Liam stayed silent, his understanding of bass clarinets and classical music too limited to suggest anything. However, he couldn't resist throwing a few dollars into the instrument case when the man began to play again, getting close enough to catch a strange flash of purple on the musician's skin.
xxxxxLiam stepped back with haste, hoping it looked like he wanted to get out of onlookers' way rather than that he was frightened. Rumors circled in his head, leading to only one conclusion: demon. But a demon who played on street corners and conversed with humans? It seemed too far-fetched to Liam, who spent every day dealing with the aftermath of a bloody war where demons were one of the aggressive parties. He hung back, unable to decide if he should stay and listen to the beautiful music or run as far away as he could, hoping the demon didn't notice.

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name: elliora "elle"
age: twenty-one
species: angel
located: NYC
with: Maria

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Amidst the bright and flashing city lights, Elliora detected the sound of footsteps behind her. At first she didn’t think much of it - after all there were literally hundreds of people crowding New York’s sidewalks at this time of night, that didn’t mean that all of them were malicious. Instead Elle tried to concentrate on thinking about where she would move next. Preferably somewhere with much less smog and pollution, she thought to herself while looking up at the night sky. Though the stars should be shining brightly by now there was no way to tell, the millions of lights throughout city blocked out any view of the milky way. It was probably the only thing she missed about the Angila Renum: the cleanliness, not only of the air but everything around her. Elliora smirked as she imagined how it must look now though. She had no doubt that her once beautiful home was probably torn apart by the war; you could only keep up appearances for so long.

It was at this point in her train of thought that Elle registered once again the sound of footsteps and breathing - someone was definitely following her. She reminded herself to remain calm, but felt her hand start for the dagger tied around her waist. Of course she wouldn’t take it out now, that would be a huge mistake if it turned out to be a mortal behind her. Just as a face whirled around to meet her, Elliora stepped back and jabbed the offender in the gut with her elbow. “Who the hell are you, and what do you want?” she demanded, before surprise overcame her at the sight of Maria. However, Elle quickly tried to hide her shock with annoyance. “What are you doing here?” she sneered, eyes narrowing into slits, “I thought you would have left the city a long time ago.” Whenever they ran into each other, Maria always seemed to bring trouble - he was a demon after all - which was part of the reason why he never stayed anywhere long. He was a lot like her.

Before Elliora could say anything further she noticed the attention she had drawn with her outburst towards Maria; people had stopped what they were doing and were attentively watching the interaction between the angel and demon. She grabbed his arm and ducked into an alleyway nearby to get out of sight, besides she didn’t want the humans to overhear their conversation. “How did you find me?” she blurted out once they were safe, slight panic settling in her at the thought that her identity might be revealed. If her cover was blown then there was no way she’d be able to make it out of New York alive - any form of species that found her would love to kill her. Elle felt an irrepressible shudder run through her at the thought as she anxiously waited for Maria’s response.