For the past 20000 years, maybe even longer, a legend had been passed down from parent to child about a angel who comes by in the mist of pure night, and rids the world of memory, hatred, and sometimes even life. But of course humanity is a stubborn race who always believed this story to be fake. A fable. A lie from within a once young teenagers imagination, but of course, just as all things do, you have the occasional person willing to believe such things. The story once had it that within time of need, or simply just time of want, there was a ritual you could do to summon this angel. People swore saying they saw this angel, but nobody believed them. They say he came in like a human, and watched from afar, and as time progressed slowly revealed himself to the summoner.
Lately in the city it seemed as if a silly teenager had sparked the rumor up yet again, like pouring kerosine on a dying fire to make the flame flicker once again. The rumor slowly got passed down, just waiting, waiting for someone to believe it.
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sorry if its lame, there's not much a role I have right now)
Lately in the city it seemed as if a silly teenager had sparked the rumor up yet again, like pouring kerosine on a dying fire to make the flame flicker once again. The rumor slowly got passed down, just waiting, waiting for someone to believe it.
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sorry if its lame, there's not much a role I have right now)
(That's okay I'll think of something.
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Deep in the city in ghetto where rumors of a girl with extremely pale skin and pitch black clothing wandered the streets killing innocent people at the first smell of human flesh laid. The rumor started fleeting like wild fire as more signs of murders started shooting left to right. Murders of men woman and children alike, dead as a door nail, covered in their own blood with large cuts covering their body head to toe. Some people say it's probably somebody that doesn't know how things work around this rotten city and who ever is doing it will probably be shot down and killed. Others say it's some type of devil of the sort full of hate and nothing but hate towards humans or something.
But who would care for some berserk super villain trying to who bestow punishment on humans for no reason? Its only a matter of time before they go down in some blaze of bloody glory.
Inside of the ghetto where two young children, two young believers in both myths of the killer woman and the ray of hope myths. Ran through the dead of night doing the usual childish antics, by trying to prove both of those myths were true. It was was some what like when children tried to prove that Santa Cluase was true by leaving cookies on the table or something.
"Hey Sammy, why are we outside at night again?" Ask Maddy who was a little reluctant of the idea of running out at the dead of night to prove a myth. Sammy who was running ahead of Maddy turned his head towards his confused friend. "I already told you dummy, were going to summon the Angel" Sammy explained for the second time,"aw... Sammy its just a myth remember... just like the Bloody Marry thing!" Maddy complained, making Sammy come to a stop in front of a old abandoned building. Once Sammy stopped running he turned to Maddy once again, even more annoyed.
"Come on Maddy we gotta try, plus he always looks from afar so give me the chalk we brought so we can draw that cross so we can lure him towards up." Maddy sighed at her so determined friend and pulled out the chalk from her torn pockets and handed it to her friend. As Sammy started to draw the chalk on the crack concrete in front of the abandoned building, meanwhile Maddy sat back and watched from afar. "What a dummy he knows this stuff is fake..." Maddy mumbled as she picked at the ground with her fingers. Unaware of a loud noise, like a large piece of metal being dragged on the ground, was heading in their direction.
)Deep in the city in ghetto where rumors of a girl with extremely pale skin and pitch black clothing wandered the streets killing innocent people at the first smell of human flesh laid. The rumor started fleeting like wild fire as more signs of murders started shooting left to right. Murders of men woman and children alike, dead as a door nail, covered in their own blood with large cuts covering their body head to toe. Some people say it's probably somebody that doesn't know how things work around this rotten city and who ever is doing it will probably be shot down and killed. Others say it's some type of devil of the sort full of hate and nothing but hate towards humans or something.
But who would care for some berserk super villain trying to who bestow punishment on humans for no reason? Its only a matter of time before they go down in some blaze of bloody glory.
Inside of the ghetto where two young children, two young believers in both myths of the killer woman and the ray of hope myths. Ran through the dead of night doing the usual childish antics, by trying to prove both of those myths were true. It was was some what like when children tried to prove that Santa Cluase was true by leaving cookies on the table or something.
"Hey Sammy, why are we outside at night again?" Ask Maddy who was a little reluctant of the idea of running out at the dead of night to prove a myth. Sammy who was running ahead of Maddy turned his head towards his confused friend. "I already told you dummy, were going to summon the Angel" Sammy explained for the second time,"aw... Sammy its just a myth remember... just like the Bloody Marry thing!" Maddy complained, making Sammy come to a stop in front of a old abandoned building. Once Sammy stopped running he turned to Maddy once again, even more annoyed.
"Come on Maddy we gotta try, plus he always looks from afar so give me the chalk we brought so we can draw that cross so we can lure him towards up." Maddy sighed at her so determined friend and pulled out the chalk from her torn pockets and handed it to her friend. As Sammy started to draw the chalk on the crack concrete in front of the abandoned building, meanwhile Maddy sat back and watched from afar. "What a dummy he knows this stuff is fake..." Maddy mumbled as she picked at the ground with her fingers. Unaware of a loud noise, like a large piece of metal being dragged on the ground, was heading in their direction.
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I'll be able to type more once I get my character actually into the rp)
(And by the way, its a Crescent, not a cross t summon him)
As the sun made its way out of the sky, and the moon began to take his place, mother's got their children inside, knowing bad things happened at night. Nothing good ever happened at night. Despite the childrens cries saying "but I don't want to go inside!" the mothers and fathers got them inside, away fro the dangers of the outside world at least until dawn. After all, no parent, or guardian wanted children dead. Teenagers and adults stood at their windows, as if saying silent prayers, as if hoping and praying that the messiah would come to their rescue, or at least send some help, but each day seemed to get worse and worse, not better. One by one people lost faith and hope. They believed they would just have to surrender and deal with the nightmare that was upon them.
Some teenagers glared out their windows, seeing the two children roam the streets, it why were I two children out so late? Didn't they know the dangers? ..Sadly the young teenagers couldnt do a thing, they could just watch. Unaware that soon, legends, may be true..
I'll be able to type more once I get my character actually into the rp)(And by the way, its a Crescent, not a cross t summon him)
As the sun made its way out of the sky, and the moon began to take his place, mother's got their children inside, knowing bad things happened at night. Nothing good ever happened at night. Despite the childrens cries saying "but I don't want to go inside!" the mothers and fathers got them inside, away fro the dangers of the outside world at least until dawn. After all, no parent, or guardian wanted children dead. Teenagers and adults stood at their windows, as if saying silent prayers, as if hoping and praying that the messiah would come to their rescue, or at least send some help, but each day seemed to get worse and worse, not better. One by one people lost faith and hope. They believed they would just have to surrender and deal with the nightmare that was upon them.
Some teenagers glared out their windows, seeing the two children roam the streets, it why were I two children out so late? Didn't they know the dangers? ..Sadly the young teenagers couldnt do a thing, they could just watch. Unaware that soon, legends, may be true..
(Sorry for the wait I didn't have any internet.)
After Sam created the large cross to summon the angel he waited for a few minutes for the angel to come. "What's taking the guy so long to come out?" Sammy shouted impatiently. Sam pondered in frustration, wondering why his summoning wasn't working. "Maybe if I draw a crescent instead of a cross it'll work!" Sam told himself, after his first failed attempt to summon the angel. Sam decided to give it a second try it only with a different drawing. After finishing the crescent Sam stood back from his large drawing about to wait to see if the angel would come up again.
"Maybe if I wait just a little bit longer he'll come up for sure!" Sam said eagerly, as he waited once more for the angel to appear. Until a sudden large scream was heard from the direction Maddy was watching Sam from while he drew if symbols. "Sam!" Shouted Maddy from a distance, he voice sounded like she vain, like something was attacking her. "Maddy I'm coming!" Sam shouted, the boy quickly ran as fast as he could, following the sound of Maddy's voice.
Sam continued to run as fast as he could to save his distressed friend. He continued to run until he came to a stop when the scent of blood hit his nose, befouling the air around him. "Aww is this your's dear child?" A voice of a woman echoed from the shadows, giggling and laughing wickedly. "Show yourself!" Sam shouted in anger frantically turning his head to check his surroundings. "Alright, if you say so..." the voice mumbled, giggling and laughing some more. From the darkness of all the laughing was a young woman with golden pupils and long black hair. Her clothing consists of a lace top under a bolero jacket, the former having a white strap crossed together as detail. She also wears a torn skirt which reveals part of what seems like a lace petticoat. She wears a gauntlet on her right arm and a black ring on her middle finger of her left hand. On her waist, a belt is attached. In some pictures, glasses can also be seen as one of her accessories. She is seen wearing a crown in a tilted manner.
She held two things in her hand, a large two handed blade and a body of a young gil, bleeding from her side, dangling by her hair.
After Sam created the large cross to summon the angel he waited for a few minutes for the angel to come. "What's taking the guy so long to come out?" Sammy shouted impatiently. Sam pondered in frustration, wondering why his summoning wasn't working. "Maybe if I draw a crescent instead of a cross it'll work!" Sam told himself, after his first failed attempt to summon the angel. Sam decided to give it a second try it only with a different drawing. After finishing the crescent Sam stood back from his large drawing about to wait to see if the angel would come up again.
"Maybe if I wait just a little bit longer he'll come up for sure!" Sam said eagerly, as he waited once more for the angel to appear. Until a sudden large scream was heard from the direction Maddy was watching Sam from while he drew if symbols. "Sam!" Shouted Maddy from a distance, he voice sounded like she vain, like something was attacking her. "Maddy I'm coming!" Sam shouted, the boy quickly ran as fast as he could, following the sound of Maddy's voice.
Sam continued to run as fast as he could to save his distressed friend. He continued to run until he came to a stop when the scent of blood hit his nose, befouling the air around him. "Aww is this your's dear child?" A voice of a woman echoed from the shadows, giggling and laughing wickedly. "Show yourself!" Sam shouted in anger frantically turning his head to check his surroundings. "Alright, if you say so..." the voice mumbled, giggling and laughing some more. From the darkness of all the laughing was a young woman with golden pupils and long black hair. Her clothing consists of a lace top under a bolero jacket, the former having a white strap crossed together as detail. She also wears a torn skirt which reveals part of what seems like a lace petticoat. She wears a gauntlet on her right arm and a black ring on her middle finger of her left hand. On her waist, a belt is attached. In some pictures, glasses can also be seen as one of her accessories. She is seen wearing a crown in a tilted manner.
She held two things in her hand, a large two handed blade and a body of a young gil, bleeding from her side, dangling by her hair.
(That's okay)
The second the Crescent drawing had been completed it slowly emerged into a bright irridecent blue which really stood out in the night. It was preffered the ritual also be done with candles, but he supposed he could make an exception. After all, this seemed like an easy task. He had been through worse cases. With this in mind, the glowing crescent died out. But no angel in sight.
On top of the rooftops stood a young man. A young man that nobody would notice. He appeared human, no wings, and no halo. No nothing. He wore a baggy black hood that was sewn to a hoodie covering his eyes, and a little bit of his nose. He had his hands in the front pocket of his hoodie, watching this pitiful, ignorant scene. He had dealt with worse cases, far worse. This seemed easy enough, and it didn't seem like this summoning could wait. And with that he jumped off the roof. As he felt he manifested a scythe, and he landed a few feet infront of the boy, yet a couple feet from the girl. This man seemed so anonymous. His face was hidden, and he spoke no words. Though there was something odd about him. Short chains seemed to hand from his wrists, and if one looked closely he was indeed wearing handcuffs sorta. Like he had been restrained, but was now free. Let's just get this over with..
The second the Crescent drawing had been completed it slowly emerged into a bright irridecent blue which really stood out in the night. It was preffered the ritual also be done with candles, but he supposed he could make an exception. After all, this seemed like an easy task. He had been through worse cases. With this in mind, the glowing crescent died out. But no angel in sight.
On top of the rooftops stood a young man. A young man that nobody would notice. He appeared human, no wings, and no halo. No nothing. He wore a baggy black hood that was sewn to a hoodie covering his eyes, and a little bit of his nose. He had his hands in the front pocket of his hoodie, watching this pitiful, ignorant scene. He had dealt with worse cases, far worse. This seemed easy enough, and it didn't seem like this summoning could wait. And with that he jumped off the roof. As he felt he manifested a scythe, and he landed a few feet infront of the boy, yet a couple feet from the girl. This man seemed so anonymous. His face was hidden, and he spoke no words. Though there was something odd about him. Short chains seemed to hand from his wrists, and if one looked closely he was indeed wearing handcuffs sorta. Like he had been restrained, but was now free. Let's just get this over with..
Sam stared at the girl dangling by her hair, her blood, leaking from both sides of her head. "N-No it can't be.. Maddy..." Sam mourned. Maddy, his only friend, brutally and ferociously murdered but a unknown stranger dressed in black. Sam glanced at his best fried's killer, enrage. The anonymous killer smiled at the angered child with a large grin. It seemed like it was almost like the she had the look of pleasure across her face. "Hee hee, who knew a cockroach this small could scream so loudly?!" The girl laughed.
Sam clutched his fists, he couldn't take anymore of this girls mockery any longer. "That is no cockroach!" Sam yelled, running after the woman at full speed. Until, a young man, suddenly stood in front of the boy before he could attack the woman. "Oooo... more bugs to squish!" The woman said in delight.
Sam clutched his fists, he couldn't take anymore of this girls mockery any longer. "That is no cockroach!" Sam yelled, running after the woman at full speed. Until, a young man, suddenly stood in front of the boy before he could attack the woman. "Oooo... more bugs to squish!" The woman said in delight.
He held a scythe in his hand, and it looked rather sharp, but it could do far more then just cut somebody into pieces. He chuckled a little, "seems mother murders playing with the children" he said with a dark sense of humor, "I hate to interrupt, but it seems play time may be over" he said quietly looking at the lady, but his face was hidden by the shadows. He went for what seemed to be an attack.
(Aww... he went to other characters, I assume?)
Lucina stared at the dark stranger with a crooked smile playing across her face. She slowly began lick her lips at him, his scent was different from any other human. She could feel a deep sensation of power lurking deep inside the man. It made Lucina feel very tempted to suck his soul dry and gain more power from it. Being powerful was Lucina's only lust and once that man made the first strike she was planning to take it from him. Her face was full of of hunger and anticipation, she gripped her sword and ran straight towards the man, forgetting all about the boy. "I'll take your soul and the mortal child as my prize!" lucina declared as she went into a attack.
Lucina stared at the dark stranger with a crooked smile playing across her face. She slowly began lick her lips at him, his scent was different from any other human. She could feel a deep sensation of power lurking deep inside the man. It made Lucina feel very tempted to suck his soul dry and gain more power from it. Being powerful was Lucina's only lust and once that man made the first strike she was planning to take it from him. Her face was full of of hunger and anticipation, she gripped her sword and ran straight towards the man, forgetting all about the boy. "I'll take your soul and the mortal child as my prize!" lucina declared as she went into a attack.
( yeah. He's in other characters.)
He held his scythe tightly in his grip to ensure it wouldn't bounce off this girl's blade and or weapon. That was the last thing he needed after all. Loose his only weapon, and be in deep deep trouble for the time being. He smirked lightly seeing the hunger in the girls expression like she was some kind of savage beast or something. Though he didnt show a single hint of fear. None at all. He had dealt with worst things then this girl, though he did have a feeling she would be a slight challenge. "Sadly all you be taking as a prize is loss" he said. He went for an Attack, and it seemed like it wouldn't miss.
yeah. He's in other characters.)He held his scythe tightly in his grip to ensure it wouldn't bounce off this girl's blade and or weapon. That was the last thing he needed after all. Loose his only weapon, and be in deep deep trouble for the time being. He smirked lightly seeing the hunger in the girls expression like she was some kind of savage beast or something. Though he didnt show a single hint of fear. None at all. He had dealt with worst things then this girl, though he did have a feeling she would be a slight challenge. "Sadly all you be taking as a prize is loss" he said. He went for an Attack, and it seemed like it wouldn't miss.
Lucina ran straight towards the man her desire for his sould grew more and more inside of her. As the two drew grew closer and closer to each other about to clash their blades. Sam stood in the sidelines in complete shock. What is seeing here? The light and darkness actually clashing in a great dual? Sam couldn't believe his eyes, the stories were true. Sam continued to watch from outside the battlefield.
Once Lucina was in close range of her opponent' she raised up her broadsword and let out a loud battle cry."Arg!" Lucina cried as she slashed at the man in full force. Once she made her attack, Lucina stood a great distamce behind her foe, she continued to stamd strong. Listening to sound of dripping blood pour from her side. Instead of crying out in pain, Licina stood there and laughed. Like she was amused from the damage he caused her. "You're pretty good Mister!" The girl laughed.
Once Lucina was in close range of her opponent' she raised up her broadsword and let out a loud battle cry."Arg!" Lucina cried as she slashed at the man in full force. Once she made her attack, Lucina stood a great distamce behind her foe, she continued to stamd strong. Listening to sound of dripping blood pour from her side. Instead of crying out in pain, Licina stood there and laughed. Like she was amused from the damage he caused her. "You're pretty good Mister!" The girl laughed.
((OCC: Was my post really bad?>.<)
(Shit! I forgot! --sorry. schools been a bit on my bad side. I'm on the borderline of failing Algebra 1, so I've been trying to study for my midterm exam next week in hope that will get my grade up)
A desire of souls and blood lurked in his eyes. A few strands of his blond hair fell into his eyes, but those green eyes still locked on this girl. His attack had worked, it had made contact, but sadly, her attack hit him as well. Her sword slashed into his arm leaving a deep gash between his forarm and shoulder, but luckily not on the arm that belonged to his dominant hand, and alittle along his chest, but not much there. A faint, dim blue light shone from the cuts, as sign they were healing, and have away the fact this man wasnt human. What was he? "Same to you my dearest" he said in complete sarcasm.
schools been a bit on my bad side. I'm on the borderline of failing Algebra 1, so I've been trying to study for my midterm exam next week in hope that will get my grade up)A desire of souls and blood lurked in his eyes. A few strands of his blond hair fell into his eyes, but those green eyes still locked on this girl. His attack had worked, it had made contact, but sadly, her attack hit him as well. Her sword slashed into his arm leaving a deep gash between his forarm and shoulder, but luckily not on the arm that belonged to his dominant hand, and alittle along his chest, but not much there. A faint, dim blue light shone from the cuts, as sign they were healing, and have away the fact this man wasnt human. What was he? "Same to you my dearest" he said in complete sarcasm.
(It's okay!
I'm not that gokd at Algebra either...stupid y=mx+b!>.<)
I'm not that gokd at Algebra either...stupid y=mx+b!>.<)
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