Post by darkraven on Jan 1, 2006 15:26:22 GMT -5
((This is about Demons and Angels, You can be a demon of any sort or an Angel. Follow usual rules and plez use quotations when ppl are talking, makes it easier to understand. Anyway plez post profile, that’s all.))
Name: Raven
Age: 17
Race: Dark Angel
Appearance:feathered black wings. Black hair, red eyes, wears black trenchcoat.
Powers: ‘black fire’
Personality: u will find out
Other: Smart, knows what she’s doing most of the time, and usually plans ahead. Always aware of surroundings and is keen. Notices many things others would easily miss. Plays by her own rules, does what she wishes. She is on neither side of the war, though she sometimes interferes during battles. She feels pity for those humans or Angels who have been killed, but is reluctant to fight. Her past is unknown.
I stood up, stretching my feathered black wings to their fullest length, almost 20 ft. I looked over the barren landscape, the ground was scorching hot, and magma flowed freely over it, twisted monsters walked upon this earth, this Hell. Hell seemed as big as the earth itself, the same sky except a deep blood red and ash black clouds. Huge Mountains of nothing but bones. And all of the rivers and lakes and oceans were blood. Cries and screams never ceased in this land, nor did the stench of rotting flesh. I stood on this cliff of Hell looking over this landscape for one reason, the war. I am on no side, the powers of God would easily outmatch the Devil, but the Devil had billions, upon billions of undead fiends beside him…
I leapt off the cliff, diving into what seemed the molten river below, but I snapped open my wings and flew up, through the clouds and still up. I climbed farer and farer into the crimson sky until I saw a single portal; I flew through and at last was free from Hell once again. The portal led to an ancient ruin of a temple, in the real world, where the humans lived. I stepped onto the cool stone and closed the portal, it disappeared. Immediately I felt a wave of exhaustion, unlike Angels or Demons I did not have the ability to be immortal. When I had been banished that luxury had been taken from me. The war would be long and hard, though immortal it is still possible to destroy an angel or demon, angels are tougher, harder though. Demons are easily destroyed; though they come in great numbers…some demons were strong though…I remained tangled in deep thought of this subject as I walked through the ancient ruins, savoring the cool stone I tread upon. I leapt up into the rafters of this ancient temple and perched there until sleep overcame me.
I awoke, hearing the rustling of wings. I looked about; I saw an owl perched at the far side of the temple. I was fully awake now, and didn’t bother trying to go back to sleep. I leapt down and landed lightly on the ground twenty feet below. Then I saw something that filled my heart with horror. An Angel lay upon the cool stone, unmoving. She no longer had her glow that all angels had. She was pale and lifeless. I ran to her and knelt beside her. She did not move when I shook her. Her skin was no longer filled with warmth, but felt colder than ice. Her white gown had a single crimson stain upon it. And upon that crimson stain was a black rose.
I felt a great rage grow inside me. An Angel killed. And now the killer was playing games! I paced around the room nervously, thinking of what to do. I didn’t want to interfere with this war, I didn’t want to join the Hell spawn in their massacre or join the Angels in their struggling fight. I wanted to stay out of this! I didn’t want to fight! But now I must, for with side I do not know. For if I join the Demons my heart would fill with greed and darkness, but if I joined the Angels, then I would surely be tortured and killed…I couldn’t decide.
Name: Raven
Age: 17
Race: Dark Angel
Appearance:feathered black wings. Black hair, red eyes, wears black trenchcoat.
Powers: ‘black fire’
Personality: u will find out
Other: Smart, knows what she’s doing most of the time, and usually plans ahead. Always aware of surroundings and is keen. Notices many things others would easily miss. Plays by her own rules, does what she wishes. She is on neither side of the war, though she sometimes interferes during battles. She feels pity for those humans or Angels who have been killed, but is reluctant to fight. Her past is unknown.
I stood up, stretching my feathered black wings to their fullest length, almost 20 ft. I looked over the barren landscape, the ground was scorching hot, and magma flowed freely over it, twisted monsters walked upon this earth, this Hell. Hell seemed as big as the earth itself, the same sky except a deep blood red and ash black clouds. Huge Mountains of nothing but bones. And all of the rivers and lakes and oceans were blood. Cries and screams never ceased in this land, nor did the stench of rotting flesh. I stood on this cliff of Hell looking over this landscape for one reason, the war. I am on no side, the powers of God would easily outmatch the Devil, but the Devil had billions, upon billions of undead fiends beside him…
I leapt off the cliff, diving into what seemed the molten river below, but I snapped open my wings and flew up, through the clouds and still up. I climbed farer and farer into the crimson sky until I saw a single portal; I flew through and at last was free from Hell once again. The portal led to an ancient ruin of a temple, in the real world, where the humans lived. I stepped onto the cool stone and closed the portal, it disappeared. Immediately I felt a wave of exhaustion, unlike Angels or Demons I did not have the ability to be immortal. When I had been banished that luxury had been taken from me. The war would be long and hard, though immortal it is still possible to destroy an angel or demon, angels are tougher, harder though. Demons are easily destroyed; though they come in great numbers…some demons were strong though…I remained tangled in deep thought of this subject as I walked through the ancient ruins, savoring the cool stone I tread upon. I leapt up into the rafters of this ancient temple and perched there until sleep overcame me.
I awoke, hearing the rustling of wings. I looked about; I saw an owl perched at the far side of the temple. I was fully awake now, and didn’t bother trying to go back to sleep. I leapt down and landed lightly on the ground twenty feet below. Then I saw something that filled my heart with horror. An Angel lay upon the cool stone, unmoving. She no longer had her glow that all angels had. She was pale and lifeless. I ran to her and knelt beside her. She did not move when I shook her. Her skin was no longer filled with warmth, but felt colder than ice. Her white gown had a single crimson stain upon it. And upon that crimson stain was a black rose.
I felt a great rage grow inside me. An Angel killed. And now the killer was playing games! I paced around the room nervously, thinking of what to do. I didn’t want to interfere with this war, I didn’t want to join the Hell spawn in their massacre or join the Angels in their struggling fight. I wanted to stay out of this! I didn’t want to fight! But now I must, for with side I do not know. For if I join the Demons my heart would fill with greed and darkness, but if I joined the Angels, then I would surely be tortured and killed…I couldn’t decide.
i dont even ask anymore, not in your rps))