A demon angel war based rpg, this is for human based carries only, meaning no hell hounds/ shadow cat type dealies. Just vampires, werewolves, shifters, elves, angels, human type demons, etc. I know picky picky.

Please start with profiles before RP-ing!!!

Name::
Species::
Gender::
Age::
Weapon::
Armor::
Lineage:: (parents)
Kin:: (brothers/sisters)
Enemies::



Name:: Azraela
Species:: Archangel
Gender:: female
Age:: too old, appears teenaged
Weapon:: an ivory scythe with gold bone inlay
Armor:: white leather silver plating
Lineage:: Azriel (f) and Minstril (m)
Kin:: none
Enemies:: all demons

Name: Akiko Chika
Species: Vampyre(can walk in day)
Age: 17
Weapon: Fangs(only used at night to stun enemy if voice is hoarse oor does not carry), scythe,and deadly singing voice that infactuates enemy (whether it be male or female) while I attack with weapon, fire i hold the power of the fire affinity.
Kin: 1 sister named Akemi but, sadly she passed*
Armor: Red leather with elaborate design
Lineage: mother-dead-name:Aimi*
father-unkown- skipped out when I was young
*Mom and sister perished in a fire last year.
Appearance: Picture below, eyes change with weather, if cloudy or foggy they're whitish-gray,rain sparkling sapphire blue, sunny golden yellow like cats eye, snow; sleet; hail; or ice they get clear like arctic ice itself, ect.........

Name: Akishra
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 16-ish
Weapon: She keeps a dagger by her side, but she doesn't use it much.
Armor: None
Lineage: She doesn't recognise her father, (by choice) but her mother's name was Lilia. Lilia looked just like Akishra and died when Aki was eight.
Kin: None, currently. When she was young, her father killed her twin sister.
Enemies: Her father, and all men.
Appearence: (because there wasn't one, and I don't have a picture) Dirty-blonde hair, going to just under her shoulder blades. Blue eyes. Thin leather for her clothes - vest and pants. Mocassins. A black cloak (hood attatched, though usually down) obscures her clothing and footwear.

Name:: Marcoh De'anglo
Species:: Human
Gender::M
Age:: mid-late 30s
Weapon::
*Custom made long-sword, has serrated blades and coated with a holy substance
* Military-grade M4 carbine
http://solidsnake19148.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/m4.jpg
Armor:: ragged camo pants and shirt and a thick camo jacket.
Lineage::Unknown, died when he was an infant
Kin::none
Enemies:: Every-single-demon alive.
Appearance:: Dark, tan skin. Average sized man. Wears obsidian-black sunglasses covering his eyes.


EDIT: Can i change my character? >.> PLEASE?!
EDIT2: IS THIS ALLOWED? XD

(OOC: I just have one request. I have trouble seeing really light fonts; it hurts my eyes and makes me read slower. Can we please keep font colours darker? Thank you)

Akishra couldn't help but follow the odd girl. She couldn't say exactly what, but there was something different about her. Something...inhuman. Besides which, it gave her something to do.

An old, homeless man stumbles into the ally, lost and dissoriented. His pupils were dialated, indicating he was high. Akishra knew this man; he was acctually in his thirties, but he had taken up drugs after mental illness caused him to kill his family, aging him prematurely. Akishra ignored him, but the girl didn't. She heard the man, turning around to look in their direction. Akishra withdrew. She knew the girl knew she was following, but didn't want to be seen. It was fun. As the girl walked foreward at a brisk pace, Akishra followed again, interested in learning where she ended up.

*sorry, Mesh sorry. Me remember that from now on! I'll reply tomorrow, my dad wants me off now....insert heavy sigh and rolled eyes*

(OOC: It's alright, don't apologise. And okay, I'll talk to you later, then. Accutally, this gives me time to cram for that Bio exam tomorrow...>.>)

Marcoh looked outside his apartment window. Rain, dark-Grey clouds, and faint smoke from the distant factories. He scavenged the kitchen cabinets for any food he can eat. None.

"Ugh...damn" He signed. Next, he took out his wallet. Lint, Five dollars, more lint and a nickel. "pfft...The hell's my military salary?!" He cursed. "Damn money-hungry pigs!" He threw his wallet at the wall. He's always hated the military "Experts" always being over-payed in their cramped offices.

Marcoh took his jacket and exited his hell-hole of an apartment room. Five floors lower, he walked out of the complex and headed towards the market. As he passed an alley way he saw a hobo, uttering incoherently, but minded the disoriented man. Not too far from him he saw a girl in a cloak. "Jeez, don't kids today even think about the weather?".

He stopped at a stall. "Excuse me, anything ya' got for five dollars?" He asked the saleswoman as he showed her the crumpled money. "That'll get you a pound of chicken wings" She said.

"Good enough. Extra napkins please" He forked over the money and got the pound of tasty-goodness. It was the best thing he could have possibly bought with the last of his money.

He sat down on a bench, but just when he was about to pop in the first chicken wing in his mouth a series of explosions erupted nearby. There goes lunch time.....

Akishra jerked her head up as she heard the explosion, then ducked as it came closer. Noticing the homeless man still muttering right in it's path, she pulled him back to safety with her telekenesis, and began to deflect all flying shrapnel and non-living things, such as rocks or empty buildings. Dimly, she wondered what was going on.

(OOC: I'm sorry, I'm a bit confused...Which girl is it Akiko is addressing?)

The angel girl member she said she had on the cloak and was hardly able to hide her wings

(OOC: Okay. It was just a bit unclear)

Marcoh decided not to let the chicken wings to go to waste so he stuffed a couple in his mouth. "Hey! They're boneless!". He stuffed some more in. He rushed through the town as fear-stricken bystanders ran in all directions. He was knocked down to the ground by a fleeing man. The man quickly picked himself up and continued running away. Marcoh slowly got up and saw a gapping hole in front of him, it was no-doubt caused by the explosions.

Soon, he heard a deafening cry from the hole and demons started crawling out. This simply caused more panic and hysteria among the people. "Oh no...Not again". Marcoh ran inside a gun store some blocks away and looked behind the counter, finding the clerk stunned in fear.

"Sanctified bullets!!! I need them!" He ordered. The clerk was still paralyzed in fear. "Sanctified-Bullets-where-are-they?!" He shook the clerk violently. "A-a-a-a-at the back!" He replied. "Take the keys!".

Marcoh dashed to the Gun store's back room and smashed the wooden door down-regardless of him having the keys. The back room was a treasure trove of sanctified 5.56x45mm bullet cartridges. He took as much cartridges as he could carry without over-doing it."Huh...that old clerk musta' fought against the demons too. Guess you can never be too careful". When he exited the Gun Store, minor hell spawn demons ran rampant across the streets. As the citizens of the town were either fending off the demons or were getting eaten by them, Marcoh made his way to the apartment complex.

When he opened the door a demon lunged at him, but he quickly retaliated with a fierce round-house kick, incapacitating the demon. He got up to his room and took his M4 out of the closet and loaded it. By the coat hanger he took his long-sword. "I really hope back-up gets here soon". A demon lurked right out his window, he took aim and fired a bullet directly at the demon's head.

Akishra saw the man defeating deamons, and briefly considered whether or not she should help. Then, she decided against it. She still had to protect the old man, who was still muttering away, saying something indistinct about hippos. Besides which, the man seemed to have it under control.

Akishra looked back at the woman who had sung, remembering the woman so that she could be prepared next time she saw her. The old man tried to escape, wondering what the schoolbus was doing, but she dragged him back by the scruff of the neck, watching the attack. She would be utterly useless there. Her telekenesis was draining fast enough just keeping falling dubris off of her and innocent victems.

Akishra's attention was diverted from all else when a large slab of concrete fell towards the woman who had been staring at her. Just before it hit her -- which was when Akishra had a free moment -- she threw both of her hands, palm out, at the concrete, causing it to lift slightly as it bounced to the woman's left, then came crashing down.