~ The Fallen ( A Literate Roleplay ) ~

[Miss Murder]

The Fallen - Returned

Completely Restarting

~7~ 666 ~7~

( Inspired by the TV movie series, The Fallen )

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Introduction:

There is a legend as old as time itself, of the story of Fallen Angels. This tale speaks of the time when the Creator created both man and Angels, separately from each other. In Paradise, a rebellion broke out among the Angels. This rebellion was lead by the Angel Lucifer, and a war broke out between Lucifer’s Angels and the Creator’s Angels. Lucifer’s army was defeated, and along with Lucifer they were thrown to Hell as what has come to be known as the Fall. This was the time when Lucifer became Satan, and ruler of Hell. Some of Satan’s Angels, now called the Fallen, chose to live not in Hell with their master, but on Earth amidst mortal pleasures.

The Fallen infatuated mortal woman, and took them as their own. From their relationships were born hybrid creatures called the Nephilum, half human and half angel beings. Right after the Nephilum’s birth, however, their mortal mothers died, leaving them as orphans every time.

The Creator grew angered with the birth of these hybrids, so he sent a flood to Earth. This flood was more commonly associated with Noah’s Ark and such. Most of the Nephilum perished, but a few survived.

There are also Angels known as the Powers, powerful warrior Angels who hated the Fallen with a passion and sought to destroy every one of them. They believe that they were doing the Creator’s will, but is that true at all? They wonder this, but continue their hunt without question and continued it for thousands of years.

A Prophecy was foretold, of the coming of a Nephilum who would be born and who would be titled as the Redeemer. His or her destiny was believed to be redeeming Fallen Angels and sending them back to Heaven. Alone, being a Nephilum, the Powers would hate it and seek to destroy it as they did the Fallen. But if they were the Redeemer, the Powers and the Fallen believed that it was the Creators will that he or she stay alive. Despite this, most Powers would seek to destroy the Redeemer anyway, but to the Fallen the Redeemer was their last hope, for when a Fallen ‘dies’ at the hands of the Powers, all that awaits them is nothingness. No Heaven, no Hell, since they have no souls anymore. Just nothing.

Even this may be difficult to do though for anyone but any other Angels, for all Angels have the power of Angel Fire, which is the only thing that can harm other Angels. Angel Fire can take the form of any weapon, ranging from fire balls, swords, scythes, and flaming claws and beyond.

The Nephilum, however, were believed to have the powers of Angels, but the souls of Man. All Nephilum are born without the knowledge of their true origins, but at their eighteenth birthdays their Angelic sides are revealed to them. Many don’t live beyond their eighteenth birthdays, however, because the Powers hunt them down and kill them on sight, and most don’t fight back.

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Prologue:

Angels are believed to walk among us. They could be the postman, the girl next door, or your third grade teacher. They can guide us, direct us, keep us safe. But some wish to harm us, destroy us. We live in a world existing of Dark and Light, but there is more to life than black and white. There are many shades in between, where the half breeds lie. What is the good, though, and what is the bad? This shall be revealed to you through your actions, and your decisions in this life.

The End of the World may be coming. The Prophecy is real. It is time to make your choice, and your stand.

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Explanation:

All right, since that may have been long and confusing, I will say this. There are the Fallen Angels, Powers, and the Nephilum. In this RP, there will only be one Nephilum; the Redeemer. PM me if you want the spot as the Redeemer. If you take that spot, you will start with it being the day of your character’s eighteenth birthday. You don’t know about your half-Angel heritage, as explained in the Introduction.

Fallen Angels and Powers, you mainly have the normal things to say and all, a regular introduction and starting post for you.

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Rules:

1. Violence is accepted, and basically unavoidable, but it’s not my fault if you get banned.
2. Romance: PG-13
3. Cussing is all right, but like I said, it’s not my fault if you get banned.
4. You can have tops of two characters. No more. But if you want, one character’s fine of course.
5. If you read the rules AND the Introduction / Epilogue, post at the top of your template: “Black Fire”
6. Have fun . . .
7. You HAVE to be literal. If you aren’t literal enough, then I won’t accept you.
8. Posts: 1 - 2 paragraphs, 2-3 sentences long at least.
9. You don’t have to see The Fallen on TV to take part in this RP
10. Also, this is a RP for anyone and everyone. Within reason.


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Template:

Name:
Age: ( Only if you are the Redeemer, which is 18 without question anyway )
Gender:
Species: ( Yes, that's right. They don't have to be Angels / Fallen Angels, though it is preferred by me if they are. Of course, this is human / Angel by default for the Redeemer. )
Appearance: ( Link or description. Make sure to include the description or picture of your character’s wings, even if you are the Redeemer. )
Personality:
Side: ( Fallen, Powers, or your either the Redeemer or on the Redeemer’s side, as in against the Powers. )
Rank: ( Only if you are on the Powers’ side )
Preferred Angel Fire weapon: ( Like your own weapon, but made out of Angel Fire and the one that you generally use in most cases. If you are the Redeemer, you can still post here, but you will get it later on in the RP )
History: ( At least two paragraphs )
Theme Song: ( Optional )
Battle Theme: (Optional )
Other: ( Optional )

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Currently Accepted:

Lycian Wolfe - Alyxea Daecivia ( Fallen )

Limitless - Limitless// Lycander Relom ( Fallen )

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My Template:

Name: Alyxea Daecivia

Gender: Female

Appearance: Alyxea has grey-blue eyes with touches of silver in them, and long golden-brown hair that reaches about to her upper back. Though, at times, her eyes take on a different colour of pure black. She has a very pale complexion, and is almost as 'cold as death' as some would say. Her ears are pointed slightly, and her lips are dark and full. At will, Alyxea is able to either hide or show her magnificent wings. She does, in fact, have two pairs of wings. Two larger, white-coloured wings above two smaller, black-coloured wings. With these wings, Alyxea is able to fly and soar at astonishing speeds; far faster than the speeds of light and sound. A tattoo of a winged heart is imprinted upon her back, with chains extending out of it and winding around her arms and legs. But, her face cannot be seen, for she wears a white masquerade mask that both enduces fear and a mysterious air to herself, and can prevent her opponenets from reading her expression, not to mention her thoughts. Sometimes, Alyxea chooses to wear the hood of a black hoodie that coveres the top half of the mask in shadow.

Alyxea currently wears a tight, dark red t-shirt under a black jacket adorned with a minute amount of chains. She also wears a pair of black pants along with this, and a pair of black boots. Though only the toes of these boots can be seen under her pants. Alyxea's lower arms and legs are wrapped tightly with bandages; but the reason why is unknown. And at times, when Alyxea extends her two pairs of wings, the lower pair are occasionally wrapped in bandages as well. Still, the reason why continues to be unknown.

Personality: Alyxia is a wandering spirit; preferring to wander from place to place rather than to stay in the same abode for a extended period of time. She can appear, to the foolish mortal eye, to be shy and meek, when in truth she is merely waiting and watching. Alyxea is a dark soul, enveloped by her past and yet living in both the present and the future. Love is an unknown concept to her, yet one that she longed to feel for far too long. Misery, pain, loss, and freedom and the only concepts that she is well-aquainted with, aside from life, death, and fighting. At times, she does not know what she feels is right truly is the right thing, but follows her heart and trusts her instincts. They haven't led her wrong yet.

Side: Fallen

Preferred Angel Fire Weapon: A great and powerful Daemon was said to have been imprisoned in the metal of this magnificent scythe long ago. The Daemon's name was Raein, and at the time controlled the powers of torture and the rain. That is, of course, until he was imprisoned in a scythe of great magnitude. No other soul but Alyxea Daecivia was trusted to wield the scythe and make sure Raein never escaped from his entrapment. The scythe itself has a black handle that is, of course, wrapped tightly in bandages, and a silver blade with black spikes extending out of its back. A chain extends from the bottom of the scythe, ending in a large, fleur-de-lee shaped blood red spike. This is Alyxea's most commonly-used weapon, and there is a great story behind her connection to both the scythe and the Daemon within it. This scythe is made out of black fire, a great power familiar to only Alyxea and one other ...

History: Rain, falling on windowpanes and extending its stormy grasp for miles on end. Dark clouds hung in the sky, black, grey, and threatening to the mortal eye. An almost blinding flash of lighting lit up the area, which was soon followed by a roar of thunder. Lit up with an eeiry light, clothes billowing in the wind and rain falling all around it, a lone hooded figure stood atop the steeple of an abandoned church. Many buildings lie in ruin on the damp ground, and faint embers could still be seen in some of the drier places, though they would surely soon be put out by the falling rain. It was nighttime, and the moon shone out behind a thin layer of clouds in the sky. It cast it's faint light upon Alyxea as the lightning's flash faded, and she stood there, perfectly balanced on such a small area as the tip of the cross on top of the church. She had come back here, to her hold hometown that had recently been destroyed admist the grip of war on her homeworld - Alahana. Oh, so many memories were in her past ... good, and bad. Though Alyxea would rather have it never to go back to such a time, she found herself reconciling on past events and her lifetime thusfar ...

"I was born in the world of Alahana, in the small town previously called Synta. My seemingly happy family consisted of me, my parents, my younger sister named Amelia and an older brother named Vince. I grew up a happy, yet troublesome, child. As a young child, I used to always get into trouble and such ... ah, how naive I was of the true nature of existence. To exist, one cannot simply experience only the bad in life. Good things come with bad things, and bad with good. Without great pains, it was said, in mortal existence, then the great majesty of life in Paradise wouldn't even matter. But, what paradise exists that would admit me into its peaceful hold? Of course, I have Angael blood running through my veins, but it has been tormented and contaminated with Daemon Syns and thoughts. Originally, I blamed this on the Daemon that lie within my Scythe, Raein, though now I see it was just me and me alone that caused this damnation.

Oh ... that scythe and that Daemon. How I wish I was never given it, seemingly to protect it from the Daemon Raein escaping. But I should not have been the one entrusted with this power and responsibility ... because I was the one entrusted, though, I lost everything dear to me. When I was eight years old, I was said to be a child prodigy. A genius in both fighting and mental arts, they said. Great power will come to her, they said. To this day, I don't know if they were right or wrong. I may have very well been a child prodigy, a genius. And great power did come to me, but not in the way that they expected. A year later, the Elders of my village held a meeting. A meeting about none other than Alyxea Decivia and the scythe that held within it something much greater than me. Somehow, they came to the decision that an eight year old girl who was only supposed to be a prodigy was fit to guard and wield a scythe that held, captured within its cold metal, the great, powerful, and naturally evil Daemon named Raein. The Daemon controlled the arts of torture and death, and the falling rain. Of course, being the child I was, I was grateful for the attention and all-too excited about the situation as a whole. They thought that all was well now ... the scythe was in the hands of a genius. All was taken care of, and they need not worry about anything in the world now.

They were oh so very wrong. Because, soon after reciving the scythe, dark thoughts leaked into my mind like an evil poison, killing and tormenting. It didn't take control of me as a whole, but moreso effected my thoughts and feelings like some deadly drug. I soon grew into a very dark person, and by the age of thirteen was near both insanity and pure evil. But, thankfully, my Angael blood kept the full amount of evil from entirely engulfing me. Raein wouldn't have a victim in his guardian, that much was for sure. That is, from his immediate control. The dark and evil thoughts continued, and threatened to fully consume me in their dark folds. I had lost the light within myself, and my eyes had grown dull - losing their childhood stars of light. I had lost my childhood innocence to that Daemon, and eventually my life. I lost everything because of Raein ... but really, I lost everything because of none other than me myself.

Almost entirely consumed by evil, I had gotten up in the middle of the night. On that fateful night, evil finally leaked through my thoughts fully into my actions. I used my scythe, Black Raein, and in a fit of tears and rage, killed everyone and everything in my village. My family, friends ... everyone, all dead and gone. Hopes long forgotten, and memories awaiting to be forgotten. To this very day I do not completely know what came over me ... but when I killed them, I found a smile on my lips. I enjoyed it. It felt good ... to kill, and feel in complete control. But now I was completely alone in existence. The darkness fell over me like a cloud engulfing the light of the sun ... everything was gone, and all that was good in me had died. Within myself, I died that night. The year was 1819 ... the year I killed myself through my own actions.

I was entirely alone in cold existence, but though I hate to admit it, Raein provided comfort. He was a Daemon, I half of an Angael, and yet I was depending on him. Though I may have hated myself for it, he was probably the only way that I was kept from complete insanity, though his evil was what had almost pushed me to the edge of it. Raein was still trapped within my scythe, but he could communicate with me just fine. It was as if Raein and I had become one in the same ... a terrifying, yet somewhat comforting thought. I now had recieved great power from the Daemon, and from my own training and natural skill I became quite powerful. Anger and hatred was held within me ... and that only grew greater throughout time. But, I kept it within myself, locked away and eating away at me. Yet, I was far too strong to give in to such primal feelings.

By now, I had become an immortal of sorts. I had lost my humanity to Daemonic feelings, and my Angael blood was being overcome by the Daemon blood that had fused with my own. I was now half Angael and half Daemon ... but slowly becoming fully Daemon. My damnation seemed iminate, and that feeling only grew greater when surrounding countires eventually heard of my exploits. It was true, I had been terrorizing the world of Alahana, killing and trying to satiate my thirst for death. But, nothing quenced that thirst. Those surrounding countries banded together, seemingly to try and stop me. The fools, what could they do to such a dark and horrible being as myself? My beauty would fool their eyes, and then like a snake I would eliminate them. A part of me said to do this ... but another part simply wanted to die. And the only way for mortals to kill me for sure was the way that the soldiers in the countries' armies decided to do; burn me alive. I could have easily killed them all ... could have ended their exploits and destroyed their dreams ... but, somehow, I didn't. I merely allowed myself to be killed, and as I have said many times before, to this day I don't know why ... and I don't think I ever really will.

But, Raein would't allow me to die. It seemed that even a Daemon like him could care about a being like me, after all, we were one in the same. If I died, so would he. After I had been burned, Raein brought me back to life. Except now, I was truly immortal it seemed. Of course, there could be ways to kill one who had already died, but they would not be so easy to find. After all, I could regenerate myself quite easily, and it was of course very hard to injure me in the first place. Raein and I had returned from the dead ... and vengence seemed iminate. I immediately killed those who had seemingly killed me. But, I will never forgot the terror and disbelief on their faces. I wonder what thoughts were running through their meek little minds as they were about to be killed? I relish the thought of their fear ...

I had lost all of my dreams, my hopes. I had killed myself from the inside, and I hadn't even caused it in the first place. What I have become isn't of my own doing ... the mortals brought this on themselves. Now, they will face the wrath of both an Angael, and a Daemon."

Now, many years later, Alyxea Daecivia, formerly known as her fake name; Lycian Wolfe, raised her head, and her grey blue eyes glinted with an unknown source of light.

The further story of Lycian Wolfe remains unknown for now, but all but a select few know of it. ( DR ... *coughcough* Is related to Lycian / Alyxea. But is irrelevant to this RP. )

Theme Song: "These Walls" - Trapt

Battle Theme: "Firefly" - Breaking Benjamin

Other: Alyxea may not be a Fallen Angel, though she greatly reseembles one, but she is still on the side of the Fallen Angels.

[LimitLess]

[Sorry if template isn't that good, i'm caught in a black fire right now]

Name- Limitless// Lycander Relom

Species- Fallen Angel

Gender- Male

Apperance- http://www.angel-guide.com/images/An...el-picture.jpg

Personality- A soul full of hatred. He embelishes every type of anguish towards the powers and the Creator. He hides a darker side to him that is held within his weapon. People tend t stay away from him, as he grows angry over the smallest things. He carries a large amount of sarcasim in his speech, causing others to not get along with him. He tends to be moer on the individual side and won't work with others. But when it comes to the cause of killing the powers, there are exceptions.

Side- Fallen

Angel Weapon- Limitless wields a large staff. It stands just as tall as he, and reveals a dark blue hint. A bantam aura of fire surrounds the staff at all times. It was told that the first angel that was murdered by the powers was captured within this weapon. His anger within the weapon is the closest emotion found within this soul. His name was Tare. Tare has several markings lining the base. Two black stones are found on each end, shining in a luminous light. In the middle, a silver coating of metal is wrapped around several times over allowing easier access for use.

History- One of the first wave born, Lycander always admired his position as an angel. But behind the army of Lucifer he had doubts. He wasn't one of the angels that choose to live with the mortals but instead was forced to by his parents. They lived for years in secret, creating the world as it was today.

But the Creator's wave ended their reign of supremacy and his parents were found dead. Not wanting to fight but instead live, he hid for years on end. Being one of the ones to survive, he had to make sure his presence couldn't be known, especially his wings. He found it harder to live this way and even thoughts of death as another exit. But he wouldn't have to think that way before he was found and killed by a Power.

He wandered the earth as but a soul. Only watching over the land with the utmost intent to kill. He found himself shrouded with anger and vowed to take over the Creator. Lucifer was his way out. He spoke to him and somehow Lucifer was able to revive his soul but for one purpose, to kill those who murdered his parents.

He moved back to the planet and roamed with the humans until he came into contact with that Power. It wasn't long before the two confronted eachother. In a small town, where there would be no doubt they would be caught with their wings. But Lycander couldn't care, he relished his staff and impaled the Power with such force, it ripped through his skin, burying him where he stood. The humans were caught off guard by this and only rumored this to a fact. He was found dangerous and was wanted dead. The only way was to get rid of the town. Unsatisfied by his choice, he killed those humans who saw him that day.

Now he has found himself secluded to the mere fact that he was a murdered. But he stans on the side of the Fallen, strong and would give or do anything to bring back life how it once was.

Theme Song- Trivium- Rain

Battle Song- From Autumn to Ashes- The After Dinner Payback

[Miss Murder]

Gracias for joining, Limitless. I added you in.

All right, get those keyboards ready people, and join. Remember, this is for anyone and everyone with even the slightest literate capabilities. ( Remember, your template only has to be two paragraphs long at the least. )

=D

The Fallen are waiting ... time to make a choice.

[Skitty Cat]

It sounds as if it would be a good one, I'm still kicking around the idea if I should join or not.

[Miss Murder]

Kari, please post any OOC in the OOC thread, located in the main RP section.

I am currently reading your template that you PM'd me, and I will wait to see if anyone else PM's me for that spot, and then I will contact all who did so with my choice.

Feel free ( to both of you ) to tell anyone you want or invite anyone to join this.

[Darkness Princess]

OOC- Will finish this later... I promise >_<

Name: Delilah Rimal
Gender: Female
Species: Fallen
Appearance:
Personality:
Side: ( Fallen, Powers, or your either the Redeemer or on the Redeemer’s side, as in against the Powers. )
Rank: ( Only if you are on the Powers’ side )
Preferred Angel Fire weapon: ( Like your own weapon, but made out of Angel Fire and the one that you generally use in most cases. If you are the Redeemer, you can still post here, but you will get it later on in the RP )
History: ( At least two paragraphs )
Theme Song: ( Optional )
Battle Theme: (Optional )
Other: ( Optional )