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| Keyblade Wielder | I'll reserve the spot, please place a template up soon - ne? |
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| Friends in my Heart | 'Crystal' Name: Justin Age: 16 Gender: Male Alliance: Twilight Heart: Light Appearance: Justin has short brown hair, brown eyes, and pale skin. He is about 6'0 tall and is of average weight. Justin usually will wear long shorts, white t-shirt, and a baseball cap. His will also where his favorite pair of white tennis shoes. Personality: Justin is very talkative around friends and family. Generally if he doesn't know you he doesn't talk to you. And will probably look at you crazy if you even bother to speak to him. Biography: Micheal still remembered the day that the Garden of Eden was created, and how he stood next to the creator overlooking the beautiful garden. Raphael visited the garden often, but Uriel hardly ever came near. It was rare for the Creator to visit although on occasion he did so. Micheal would go down to the Garden on occasion and tell Gabriel about all of the wondrous battles and wars being raged in the heavens. Gabriel in return would tell him about humanity. Micheal had a huge obsession with humanity and had this burning desire to live amongst the humans. Micheal had been the angel of death. But once the creator realized Micheal's true desires his wings were taken away and he was cast out of the heavens. The last thing he remembers is everything going black, and than he was born as Justin. Justin lives with his Mother and Father. He is an only child. His Mother is a teacher and his Father is a Nurse. Life has been good for him. On occasion Justin would have dreams of wars being waged in heaven and of a beautiful garden. He didn't know what those dreams meant, but he had always been fascinated by war. Talking to a friend one day, his friend had mentioned a thing called past lives. He suggested to Justin that maybe that was the case. It got Justin to thinking, but he still isn't for sure. Sample Post: Justin walked into to Basketball practice late. It wasn't the first time he had been late. He just had a lot of things on his mind. Justin was 6'0 and just perfect for playing Basketball. He ran onto the court over to his team, which was already sitting on the floor listening to their Coach. He ran a hand through his brown hair and winked at a few pretty spectators in the stands, than he took a seat on the court. The Coach hollered at him for showing out and said that he would talk to him after practice. Justin rolled his eyes in annoyance. He already knew that he would be long gone before that ever happened. The Coach blew his whistle for practice to start. Justin got a ball and began practicing his dribbles, while listening to his other team members talk about girls. Justin looked toward the Gym door and lost his concentration. The ball bounced a little and rolled away from him down the court. He could have sworn that he had just seen an arrow pointed at him. And it wasn't just any arrow either. It was surrounded in a malicious fiery red flame, as if it had just came from the very pits of hell. There didn't appear to be anyone holding it from behind the gym door that was barely ajar. Justin's Coach saw him looking toward the half open door but didn't see anything. He yelled at him to focus on practice, and Justin shook himself back into focus. But throughout practice he couldn't get that arrow off his mind. It couldn't be the same arrow that he saw in his dream. But that can't be real! Justin thought going to the locker room. That can't possibly be Samuel the evil angel of death... I tried to do my best with the template. I even looked up Micheal the archangel to make sure that I had some of this correct. Tell me if I need to fix anything or if there were any problems. ![]() |
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| Court Mage | Allo~ I too am also interested in this rp. However, I was wondering about something: Archangels are given specific dominions and powers, so does that mean that angels/demons are allowed to have smaller portions of powers as well? If so, perhaps an example so that I don't accidently make it to god-modding level? |
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| Keyblade Wielder | Quote:
All in all it's a decent template, that will be accepted. Thank you for your interest, love. Quote:
You are correct. Angels and Demons can reign over a specific power, etc, to an extent like the Archangels. They wouldn't be as powerful as the Archangel's, however can indeed have a powers to a specific element/dominion/etc. Example - Sub-Elements such as Steel, Wood, Shadow, Light, Ice, etc could be the specific power of an Angel or Demon. It's not limited to those sub-elements, so you can use your imagination. Any more questions feel free to ask. | ||
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| Court Mage | You got it, sah~ *salutes* I was thinking of making a sort of minion for our antagonistic side, although this might take a bit of explaination as to where you think this plot'll go. Not to mention I might want to ask you over pms about the specific power in mind I have. That is, if you don't mind. ^^; |
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| | #21 |
| Keyblade Wielder | Of course, feel free to PM me about anything. I'll try to clear it up and explain in any way possible until you understand. |
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| Court Mage | Password: Crystal Name: “Twiddle” Age: 11 Gender: Neuter really, however he tends to take the appearance of a boy. Alliance: Twilight Heart: Twilight Appearance: Height – 5 feet even Weight – Erm, weightless? Well alright, when tangible about 90-ish lbs. Hair – Tousled, black, and dull. Reaches about midway to his neck as unkempt curls; bangs just barely touch where his non-existent eyebrows would be. Skin – Almost literally white when visible; one would say “deathly” pallor, but he’s not exactly “dead” per se . . . Eyes – A strange royal purple hue; bespectacled and large, they convey a child-like curiosity at all times. A pair of dark “freckles” dots the lower corners of both eyes. Clothing – Usually a simple set of long-sleeved shirts, shoes, and two-sizes-too-large pants, all mostly of dull colors. About his neck is a silver collar and tag, bringing up the question as to whether he is truly neutral or “owned” by someone. Personality: After the first meeting, one might be inclined to ask “what personality?”. Twiddle is without emotion, seemingly incapable of even simple happiness or anger, and thus thought of as a soul who cannot care. He is a being of perpetual interest, easily side-tracked in his own strange thought-processes, and yet not monotone in the least at the same time. He appears to know much, and yet has the demeanor of one young and naďve, more than ready to let forth a steady stream of questions if baffled; whether this “aura” of wisdom is a ruse or not remains up to the individual. One can always count on him for being candid, however; he cannot lie consciously for reasons unknown. Whether a person enjoys his opinion, however, is a different story; the boy tends to be quite blunt with what he thinks, whether wrong or right. Biography: In life Twiddle had been born to an average middle class family in an undetermined period of the Middle Ages. However disease ran rampant in those times, and before he could be baptized, the babe gave up the ghost; had his father been less suspicious of the “crack-pot cures” doctors prescribed to his son, perhaps Twiddle might have survived. Regardless, it seems now that in recent times he has begun to pay visits to the earth more and more in the form of a young child. Whispers of the return of the archangels run rampant in the spiritual realms; it grabs a little lost soul's curiosity, no? What he plans to do there remains a mystery, even unto himself. It is hard to ignore a compelling feeling, even one that cannot be logically reasoned with. Sample Post: She felt so . . . violated. Never before had she allowed humans to touch her in this manner. Sure, Fedeen's owner stroked her on occasion, but she trusted him as heartily as she did the handsome dog he owned. But this lab-coated brute, cheery as he might have appeared, completely disregarded her privacy. Had she an inkling of what was to come before being taken to the veterinarian's . . . What a vile word that was, "veterinarian"! Danil was of angelic disposition, so to be treated as though she was a human's toy thing to be prodded and poked and having that thing stuck up her hind-quarters! The horror of those needles! Why did they feed her these injections of unknown liquid, why did it hurt, and why oh why had her new human owner tried to soothe her just by petting her head over and over and over again?! It hardly helped! Needless to say, the kind-hearted femme was not in high spirits by the time they left, the places where they had jabbed her tingling painfully. She felt light-headed and took a nap the moment they got home, promising to wreak havoc once she awoke. Ah, but what an empty promise it was to become once sweet sleep took over again. Damn medicine . . . |
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| Keyblade Wielder | Beyond accepted. That was a lovely template. And a side note, I'm giving one more day for Reserved templates. Otherwise you will lose your spot. ._.; |
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| Ruler of Light | Lets get started :D wuuuh im so ready ahh! we need more demonic creatures!! D: |
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| | #25 |
| Court Mage | Schweet~ And I agree with Twilight! Should we set up thread bait for them possibly? |
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| I'm tired of this game | I hope it's ok if I sign up still? Password: Crystal Name: Layla Age: 95 Gender: Female Alliance: Light Heart: Twilight Appearance: Layla stands at 5'8 with long mahogany hair running down her back. When she is not fighting or in the presence of the man she worships, her hair is down her back, but when she is, it is tightly wrapped in a bun. She has misty gray eyes, that sometimes remind people of a storm. She has tanned skin and a tattoo on her forearm, of a date written in foreign language. She usually wears a white robe, or a dress of silk white. Personality: Layla is only quiet when need be, but she has a lot of things on her mind and heart, and sometimes hate to keep them to herself. As an angel she understand her role perfectly, but she despises it because it gives her no room to find herself. She has always lived to the plans acording to others, and never really broken out. So at times she is rebellious and refuse to take other people's demands or advice. Even though her streak of being a rebellion is starting, Layla is always kind and gentle, and at times her heart is worn on her skin. She admits to being weak when it comes to her feelings, but she admits that she will never change how she is. Biography: Layla, born into the world with a forever lasting light shining from the sky, that seemed to always be perfect, always seem to be, right. She never knew how she was created or why, and of her 94 years she didn't try to think of her creator's intentions on creating her, but only to the simple of fact of where was she going to be needed in his threaded world. Since the day she was young and would walk around the white corridors, she looked for something different of the white walls of the creator's and his people, but as time grew out, she started to stop dreaming. "She was born to be a fighter" some angels would say, when Layla was younger. A young girl with the spirit of a wild horse and the anger of a bull, she was a deadly combination to be a angel, but she knew her place and she knew it well. All her life, she watched as angel's who went against their creator be sent down to a place that was not spoken of. She could never ask the other angels cause they would only refuse her invintation into a intresting conversation, a conversation that seemed to be forbidden. So with that in mind, a "forbidden place" seemed no where she wanted to be, so she continued fighting and gaining the honor and respect of the angels and her creator. Even though she had the honor and the respect, she felt hollow. More and more she contiplated on the "forbidden place" and did the creator send them there, or destined them to be there. It would make her cringe. She was getting older and her mind thought in different ways. Observing anad observing each day in the same place that seemed to stay the day since she was a young. It was scary and annoying at the same time. The same thing, but the place that creator easily made and could easily take away. Just like he could easily make an angel then send it away with a stroke of his hand. Was it all to terrifying? She could only think to herself each night. With that feeling in her heart she honored the Creator more and more. She was scared for her sacred life, she was scared to be in a place she knew nothing of, a plae that seemed to be enternal damnation for anyone who set foot from the clouds that held it all together. Sample Post: The sun seems to always stay in the same place. A place that never seems to get tired of the sun. I wonder if it is real, if I touch it, will I burn like the records say, or is it not real, sometimes I believe this world to not be real. Layla laid in her white bed looking at the opening through her white ceiling at the sky that seemed so luminous when she was young, become dull as she grew older. She wondered to herself how other angels could bathe in this sun. Was it because of the creator making it, or was it because the angels that bathe in the sun, were vain, and horrible. She could only wonder. Her eyes fell into a slit as the sun shined bright with it's dull light. The older she became the duller the light seemed to get. She held her heart and sighed for she couldn't understand the battle within it. Other angels seemed to never think of any of this, only they seem to bathe in whatever the creator could give them and Layla, she loved her creator as any angel would, but her heart, it didn't feel the same way as her soul. Was that horrible? Was that a crime? Would that send her away? |
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| | #28 |
| Ruler of Light | omg, my post sucked u.u i didn't know what to write!! uggh |
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| | #29 |
| Court Mage | I honestly didn't know how to either. ^^; My mind went "BLAARGHABARG" while I typed until at some point I managed to put him somewhere. It'll be slow for now, but once everyone manages to bump into each other it'll be easier, methinks. |
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| Ruler of Light | Agreed, i mean i wanted to be in the forest and meet you, but i didnt wanna be so sudden y'know?. Thats why i made that Beac part aha :p lol. Maybe you guys will find me D: lol Hide and go seek! |
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