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Angelica Crystoff

"Progress is what happens when impossibility yields to necessity."

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a character in “All is Fair in Hate and War”, as played by UtaUsagi

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”Human progress is neither automatic nor inevitable... Every step toward the goal of justice requires sacrifice, suffering, and struggle; the tireless exertions and passionate concern of dedicated individuals.”

Age: 28
Birth date: Deceembes't 21st, 3019
Gender: Female
Sexuality: ”Sex no longer has meaning.”

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Angelicas skin resembles a pale rust with freckles scattered around her nose and cheeks. Her hair is long with black roots and the rest being a ghostly blue. This was decided by her parents, along with crystal colored eyes. She never wears lipstick, but wears eye-shadow because it brings out her eyes. She stands at 5'5” and appears to be a bit anorexic. This, also, was chosen by her parents. They find beauty in the less weight you have so she was technically programmed to have a fast metabolism. Her chest is small and flat, so that she contains an aura of innocence. She has long fingers and fingernails, and would have been great at the piano if it wasn't for her strange fascination with technology.

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Angelicas wings are rather small, about 3 feet wide and 2 feet up to down. Her parents wanted to give their daughter a fragile look. Her wings are a bright warm blue that brings out her light hair and eyes.

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”Our ambition should be to rule ourselves, the true kingdom for each one of us; and true progress is to know more, and be more, and to do more.”

Angelica is all-around sweet and believes in man-kinds progress. She's a soft-spoken person with big ideals and big inventions who loves to create things for the heck-of-it. She was raised to pretty much be a government lap dog. She serves them with full and complete loyalty, giving them anything they need. She believes in societies teaching of other races, that they are below her and that the Angels are a supreme race. The elves are not factored into this. The government wants to believe that Elves do not exist and that they were just a made up story. Misunderstandings. Something to scare them. And it worked. However, Angelica is not scared of them and believes that the two can co-exist. For both are supreme species and if they work together, nothing could stop them. World peace could finally be achieved.

She enjoys spending countless hours in her lab, creating all kinds of new tech: computers, chips, transportation devices, phones, trinkets, medical equipment, medicine cures, helpful robots, and weaponry. The last one being her most favorite. She's the type of girl who loves to get down and dirty when making things, wearing overalls, a cap, boots, and gloves. She has a warm vibe wherever she goes but when working or in competition she can get pretty nasty. She always wins. And hates losing.

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”Progress is impossible without change, and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.”

Likes:
Creating
Building
Making
Progress
Robots
Technology
Strawberries
Rings
Earrings
Alps
Mechas
Winning
Knowledge
Reading
Herself
Angel Entities
Water
Flowers
Making flower halos
Walks

Dislikes:
Dwarves
Humans
Better Elves
Old things
Stupid people
Oranges
Soda
Tyeing shoes
Weeds
Flying, she's never been that good at it


”Progress lies not in enhancing what is, but in advancing toward what will be.”

Fears:
The end of the Angels
No more Progress

Dreams/Hopes:
Unity between Elves and Angels
Elimination of Dwarves and humans
Completion of the Mecha

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”The natural progress of things is for liberty to yield and government to gain ground.”

Angelica is the head of the science department and is known throughout Saloriel as the best. And a prodigy. Her great great great great great grandparents were the ones who 'created' Angel Wings. Ever since then, the Crystoff family has been known to come up with stunning inventions man-kind never thought would come. Her great great great grandparents created what is known as the floating city, Saloriel. A recent invention was made by her parents, they created the 'floating islands' which circle around this angelic city. She made the chips in peoples heads used as phones, teleportation devices, and much more. Right now, she is working on a new war weapon. Before, they always used light sabers, or plaso/energy guns. She is going to create the first Mecha.

Little does everyone know, their success isn't completely due to themselves. It's because of the elves. They have been selling information to them since the beginning of time. Apparently, they used to coexist till humans started to fear what they couldn't control. They made up stories, stories of evil elves and prayers to ward them off. They called the sinister elves, Alps(Elves that give you nightmares and resemble a vampire with the personality of an incubus). Just like there are good and bad people with humans, there are good and bad elves. Although rarer in the Elvens case. So they isolated themselves in Eosafa and surrounded themselves in a mist of magic that shrouded it in illusion. No one could find it but the elves. However, they still deal with Angelica sometimes. The better side of the elves stopped bringing her information, and so she went months, about a year, without any new inventions. That was when they were having a drop in a lot of the economy. However, then she met the Alps personally and for the first time.

They spoke of a truce, an alliance. That they wanted Saloriel to remain so that it would one day wipe out all who were not perfect like the Elves and Angels. The Alps sought peace through ridding Artalf of two races: Dwarves and humans. So of course, she agreed. She hated the Dwarves. And the humans were savages. Right now, a war has been raged with the Dwarves. And this will be the last. Not even the Dwarves can stand up to the Mecha, even with the help of the better Elves. Progress is calling.

So begins...

Angelica Crystoff's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jensen Shackles Character Portrait: Angelica Crystoff Character Portrait: Sylzara Maraua Harahrah Character Portrait: Clarity Twist Character Portrait: Nara Selstin Character Portrait: Queen Sphira Leyroux
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-----Picture (c) Rage&Pride
---Prisoner-(c) Mrs. Lonely
----Angel Entities War Speech (c) erziban
-----Vision (c) CNEKBMYLOVE


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Julius 27th, 3047. 11:00 pm.
Night and day the darkness covers Jensens limp, lean, and weak body. Tied in metal chains to walls of bricks, screaming in his head but from his mouth not even a pip. He'd been locked up in this cell for days, two weeks to count exactly. Barely given any food and water, his body was bound to rot in here. His only hope was a trail. That was all he needed. All he needed to get out of here! His parents would come for him, set some connections up in the court house. He'd be free! Come on! Where were they!?

A candle flickered in the corner, outside the iron bars of his little musty jail. And by that light men sat in shifts, hardly attractive for being Angelic Entities. Their wings were rusty and grey, covered in dust. He scoffed, hardly took care of the things. His own wings shuffled in pain, closed in on his back and bounded to the wall with chains. He wasn't used to being in this position. He'd always had his wings spread wide for the whole world to see, sunglasses on as he bathed in the sun with each step down the busy side-walks of Saloriel. Admiring the beautiful scenery, hitting on the ladies and gentlemen who watched him with envy. Damn, he just got an ugly thought. Levi Harondal, that venomous pretty boy! It was his fault he was in here, trapped in the dark, no light, no fun, no life. Everything was gone.

The sounds of sturdy heels against cold stone echoed throughout the room, great, miss Smarty Carp was here. He looked up to a lady wearing all crimson, with long wavy light blue hair that fell down her shoulders like waterfalls. The roots of her head and some of her hair were colored a rusty black, naturally that kind of look wouldn't have been possible in the past. But thanks to her, anything was possible.

”Pleasant as always to see your beautiful face,” Jensen spoke sarcastically. She looked with pleasure from a height at the man dying inside, tilting her head to the side at his remark.

”Oh, Jensen, cut the act out already. We all know you hate me, its quite alright.” Nothing stood out to him in this pale light except her dooming crystalline eyes.

"Whatever, wench just tell me when my trial is?" She started to laugh; with lips of poison she told him thus.

"What trial, you foolish clown? Stupid men like you belong in the ground! I wear a crown, you wear a sack. I am the law... all else, including parasites like you, are trivial?” She shook her head disappointingly and posed her simple yet luscious body against the cell and smirked at him. Jensen wanted to smack that calm expression right off her pretty face. If he wasn't in these chains, she'd be scared, very scared.

”Poetry, that's sweet and all, but I'm no poet...and I know it.” he replied cornily, ”Now, seriously, cut the analogies and get to the chase! You don't wear no damn crown, you're just a lab rat!” he hissed. She put up her pointer finger and shifted it back and forth.

”Ah, ah, ah. You can shout and you can yell, but from this day your home's this cell. No one comes here but those I command, your chances of freedom are none, I'm afraid." Her words echoed in the space, his hope ebbed away. With that she walked off, no elegance and only stiffness in her hips. With a dry throat, spent soul and head in a mess, the candle blew out.

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In my dream I see a man,
banished to the Tellus land.
Falling from the sky with broken wings,
she was sure it was Jensen Shackles, from his midnight, pitch black wings.
Why was he in her dreams?

The next dream is filled with many Angels
roaring, screaming, yelling, barking battle cries
Fighting, slashing, with their greedy blows
But a date, Sphira doesn't know.



Augoost 27th, 3047


Isn't that today!?

The next dream she sees her own kind
Grey skinned with bright red eyes
Dealing blue-prints with a light headed girl,
ordering Jensen's death and the start of war.



”Angelica, the time is now. Decree war!”


The next dream put Sphira into shakes,
Dwarves and humans torn limb by limb,
By robot 's hand but not by mind,
Children, parents, friends, all killed.

Rivers turn red burning in a Blaze of Glorious Fire;
For it's what they, the Alps, have for so long desired.
Flashes! Slashes! Screams! Cries! Blood! Disaster! Chaos!
She couldn't take it anymore!
Please, let her just wake up!


Sphira jolted up from her bed, sitting up right with harsh breathes. Sweat trickled down the sides of her face as azure markings dashed around her skin in a frenzy. What was that!? Was it a vision, or just a dream? Sometimes she hated to dream, the visions of fire and chaos never seemed to let her wake refreshed. She glanced to her right, where glowing vines that told time hung. Augoost 27, 3047. 3am.. The date mentioned in her dream. Beside her, her husband rustled in the bed, turning on his side with his back facing her. She reached over and pulled the stem of a bluebell flower and lighted up at her touch, shining light out onto their leaf bed and verdure room. Vines hung down from the canopy above. Blue and white roses grouped at the bases of trees watched in silence, never moving. The Queen stepped out of bed and hurried over to her fountain. It was across the room, between two big trees where roses with deadly thorns adorned the ground. Behind the fountain, their wall was made from vines that grew themselves into a snowflake. Through the cracks you could see small bluebell lanterns outside the Elvens homes, hanging from their porches. When would a peace like this spread throughout the whole world? Sphira gazed into her own reflection, staring into her deep brown eyes coated with tiny sapphires.

”Spirit of the earth, that watches over time.” Sphira recited, dipping her fingers into the water, letting the ripples flow over the clear surface. ”Ancestors of Elven legacy I call upon you, by war we are not bound,” The water glowed an effulgent beryl, and ice crystals gradually began to form from the bottom up. ”Tell me, Queen Sphira Leyroux, do you tell me a vision, of war to come?” At first, the water in the fountain moved lazily side to side. But then it became like monstrous waves that froze into sheets of crystalline ice. The object stood in silence, before shaking uncontrollably. Chattering and clinking, bits and pieces of ice popped off of it. Behind her, her husbands voice whispered.


”Sphira?” he asked, but she ignored him. The iced fountain burst apart, and mist surrounded her. Her husband could no longer see her. It was as if she was sucked into another world and white cloudy mist was her backdrop with sparkles of light filtering in here and there: Magenta, Cyan, Yellow, Lime, Violet, and Crimson. These small lights started to form together, making images. Crimson became dominate, and all Sphira could see was blood and gore. Lifeless bodies on the ground,limbs and organsof humans and Dwarves scattered across Tellus land. The image changed, morphing into the picture of Angelica Crystoff. She tilted her head and squinted her eyes, the Crystoffs? What did they have to do with the war? Again, the image changed. It displayed a portrait of an Angelic, wingless. She recognized him, he was the Shackles son. Parents who had been loyal to her and the Earth Crawlers mission since they were born. They gave their son for this mission, so that he could live in the world they had only dreamed of and read in history books. But she had seen him falling through the sky. Was he going to die? Or was it a metaphor?


”SPHIRA. THE IMAGES I SHOW YOU ARE TRUTH.” A booming voice echoed in the empty space, and could only be heard within the mist. She touched the image of Jensens face, and he disappeared.

”What does this all mean?” she asked,
up to the voice.

”THE WAR IS COMING TODAY. ” it voiced darkly.


”W-what?” she was in shock, the information Shackles parents had given to her-that they retrieved from their son- said the War was not to begin till 3 months from now. ”But that's not-”

”IT IS. THE ALPS HAVE INTERVENED. YOU MUST WARN THE DWARVES. GIVE THEM THE BLUE-PRINTS OF THE S.H.I.E.L.D. AND SEND OUT TWO ELVES TO WATCH THE WAR, THEIR PRESENCE IS VITAL.” He interrupted. Sphira ran her fingers through her disheveled hair, pacing back and forth. Why? Why did this have to happen? She foresaw the Dwarves victory a month ago. Curse time and history for being so tricky!


”Right away.” she was about to exit when he spoke again.

”SPHIRA...LET JENSEN COME.” were his last words before she exited the other dimension, a rip in time. She fell to her knees, it took so much magical energy out of her to talk to the Great Elven Spirit of Time. What had he meant by that? Let Jensen come.... Her husband rushed to her side, brushing a strand of her hair out of her face and gripping her shoulders.


”What did you see Sphira?” he was obviously concerned. So was she.

”I'll tell you later. Right now,” she lifted her head up and her eyes shined a light that burned nearly brighter then the sun. A fire with an icy hue. ”Get me Clara, Nara, and Sylzara.” the lights in her eyes shook before popping out, becoming bright, burning balls of will-o-wisps. They burst away, through the cracks in the vines of her snowflake. ”Hurry,”