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Angels of the Abyss

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Mr. Devious on Sun Aug 26, 2007 4:29 pm

Everything, everything in this life comes down to belief, people live for their beliefs, die for their beliefs, and war for their beliefs. there are two people in this world, some choose to believe in a god, others in only themselves.

Those strong enough, who choose to believe in his holiness, God, have been outfitted with title of "Angel", watching over God's believers, making sure they are safe. Basically, they're gaurdian Angels, because not even God can sit on his pedestal and watch his lamb all day, so he entrusts the saftey of his children to his Angels, it would seem this is the way to go, if you BELIEVE in that sort of thing.

Then there are those who believe if this "So called God" is so holy, that he should also protect those who arent believers, treat them the same, not persecute them. These people and beings have risen against this "Would be God" in arms. They believe this "God" is only out to gain as many followers as possible, so he can become something like a REAL God. This group of beings have been dubbed" The Abyss", they choose to believe in themselves, and eachother. Who knows, maybe thats the way to go, if you BELIEVE in that sort of thing.

These two factions, have been at war for years, an uncountable number of years. Our story will begin with the sound of a trumpet being sounded on a battlefield of the beginning of the end of the war...

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OOC: Okay, usually when there is two sides in an RP one is bad and one is good, in this one, thats a no no. This RP will revolve around belief, if you choose to believe in this god, who offers saftey and comfort, and he can deliver, or if you choose to believe in yourself, how far you can take yourselves, and your loved ones into tomorrow. So, what sort of thing do YOU believe in? XD

Standard RP rules apply here, no God modding
Please PM me character sheets

Character sheet:

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Appearance:
Faction:(Angels, or The Abyss):
Weapon one(close quarters):
Weapon two(Optional, ranged):
History(Why he or she chose to believe in whatever it is they chose, God, or themselves):

Here's mine, I'll play on both sides to even this out.

Name: Vladmir
Gender: Male
Age: N/a
Appearance: http://ewancient.lysator.liu.se/pic/art ... rieger.jpg
Faction: Angels
Weapon one(close quarters): See the picture
Weapon two(Optional, Ranged): http://tes.ag.ru/oblivion/weapon/img/Elven_Bow.gif
History: Vladmir chose to believe in God for the simple fact that God saved his family, he decided to try to repay God back by Volunteering to be an Angel, and he has risen to one of the most respected Angels known.

Name: Raja
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Appearance: http://uk.games-workshop.com/darkeldar/ ... gnette.jpg
Faction: The Abyss
Weapon one(close quarters): http://www.avalon.dk/images/gallery/large/SWORD.JPG
Weapon two(Optional, ranged): See appearance, the right hand. The rifle doubles as an extra sword, the rifle only holds five shots at a time.
History: Chooses to believe in his own powere because, he has seen what happens to those who oppose this "So called God", they're shown no mercy, so he takes up his arms to oppose these Angels, and that God of theirs because he believes he is meant to.

OOC: I'll just post the setting for people to start posting. Oh, if you choose to have a gun, it can only have limited shots, it cant be some SUPER gun or something.

Ic:

Lightning flashed across the sky, it brought a foreboding gloom across the battlefield that was to be fought on. As the rain started to pour down, these two factions bellowed their war crys over the thunder.

The Angels, all in sync, pounded on thier shields and armor. They cried out to their lord and savior for strength, in the rear ranks, a trumpet sounded, and these men of god let out an earth shattering battle cry, and began their charge down into the valley of death, quite literally.

The Abyss celebrated the fact that the battlefield chosen was as ugly as possible; muddy, rainy, grimey and a host of other things. With images such as this, they knew there was no God to fear, and the fools who fight for him, are simply that, foolish men. As they saw the Angels charge, they hooted and hollered, some firing shots in the air, some shouting at the Angels. The Abyss then began their fierce charge.

The two factions would surley collide with a great crash that will shake the founations of the earth itself. This was the perfect time, the perfect place, the perfect begining of the end.

Character Profiles

Username: Jakob Gray
Name: Mikhos
Gender: M
Age: 28
Appearance: Six and a half feet tall. Red hair, arctic eyes. Slender, yet leanly muscled. Troubled eyes.
Faction:(Angels, or The Abyss): Abyss
Weapon one(close quarters): http://www.geocities.com/paf-venom/zweihander.jpg
Weapon two(Optional, ranged): mgonline.com/crossbow.gif
History(Why he or she chose to believe in whatever it is they chose, God, or themselves): Mikhos the Even-Handed, cast out of the rank of Angel after speaking out against the slaughter of non-believers. He now attempts to create not a religion, but a just group that will create a way for the world to unite, not for war, but peace.
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Username: Awakening
Name: Jael. (Jay-ell)
Gender: Female.
Age: Twenty.
Appearance: Honeysuckle-blonde locks cut in angular patterns just above her ears, kept ruffled and spiked due to lack of maintenance, a hefty chunk of bangs falling across her forehead and concealing most of her left eye before coming to a rather defined point at her chin. The sapphire colored orbs of her eyes are round and wide against her pale complexion, very much the same of a porcelain doll. Indeed, she herself carries a striking resemblance to the such. Slender and tall, standing at six foot, she is clad in a white gown detailed with lace about her shoulders and bust before spilling into a satin flood which pools around her feet, tattered and stained.
Faction:(Angels, or The Abyss): The Abyss.
Weapon one(close quarters): (Sword design originally by fantasy artist Kit Rae.) Slung across her hips rests a thirty-three and one-fourth inch long stainless steel blade engraved with mystic runes attached to a whitegold-encrusted handle with two sets of wings branching out from the base, the inner of which are shorter and studded with jewels. She has blessed the sword with the name Ameretat, meaning "immortality" in honor of her sister.
Weapon two(Optional, ranged): A hollister is strapped diagonally across her chest and around one shoulder, cradling a Heckler and Koch SL8-1 rifle. Caliber .223. Capacity of ten. Weighs approximately eight point six pounds. Post front and adjustable aperture rear sights. Typically, Jael avoids using her firearm as much as possible, but when she so chooses to pull the trigger, she does so with astounding accuracy and skill.
History(Why he or she chose to believe in whatever it is they chose, God, or themselves): At the tender age of eleven, Jael lay witness to her elder sister's rape by their stepfather. Ignoring her children's pleas, their mother remained married and turned a blind eye to the bruises and tears. Several weeks after the initial incident, Jael's sister run away from home. Her body was found the next day two miles down the river. Blaming her mother and holding to a grave hatred of her stepfather, Jael too left her home and ventured far and wide. Cursing the fate of her beloved sister, Jael's belief in The Lord dwindled to nothing and she took up faith in one belief: Your will is your own; do as you wish, but heed the consequences. For days she crafted a sword of impeccable beauty and strength, incorporating gold and precious stones collected on her journey. On her eighteenth birthday, Jael returned to impale the heartless shell of her stepfather.War does not determine who is right; only who is left.
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Re: Angels of the Abyss

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Jakob Gray on Mon Aug 27, 2007 2:21 pm

OOC: Somehow the tail end of his history got left off. It's: create a way for the world to unite, not for war, but peace.

Mikhos the Even-Handed released a shot from his heavy crossbow. With the sound of a thud he knew it had hit someone- it didn't matter to him, just as long as an angel was shot down. He smiled with grim satisfaction, slinging the crossbow onto his shoulder holster once more.

He drew his Zweihander. This battle would top the rest.

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Re: Angels of the Abyss

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Ic: Vladmir

As the Angels collided with the Abyss, Vlad was on the frontlines. His body, his heart and his soul, all fighting for his loved ones. Rushing into the fray, he was no fool, he was expirienced. He dodged a shot fired by an enemy, spinning downward, he cut his enemies legs clean off, rising, he then stabbed him with the blade on his sheild. That was enough in itself to make the Abyss slightly back off of him. He then began to bellow to his brothers in arms as he went on fighting, boosting morale.

"Men, always remember, though we walk through the valley of the shadow of death..." Vladmir cried above the roar of the battle waging around him, recanting his favorite excerpt from the Scripture, "I will fear no evil; for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me!"

As he shouted, he took this prayer as an empowerment, and fought on, even more viscously.

Ic: Raja

"Ahh I love the sound of that trumpet..its so motivating." Raja thought as the trumpet finished shouting, the Abyss had cheered, but the cheers quickly turned into howls of battle. One man in the background shouted,"This is for ourselves! Let us decide our fate, not some fool with a power trip!"

And the crowd, Raja included began to cheer. Then the charge was sounded. "Its time to take it to this "GOD" and his army!" Raja shouted, with men shouting in approval behind him. Ducking an oncoming arrow, Raja rolled and came up to his knees, firing into the crowd of Angels. He knew it hit someone, it mattered not, as long as one of them died.

Jumping to his feet after he fired, he was rushed from the side, and tackled to the ground. Blocking the mans oncoming attack with his rifle, he maneuvered it to where the barrel was in the mans face, and literally blew the mans head off. "Ignorant believer..." He grumbled, getting up and going back into the deathly battlefield.

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Re: Angels of the Abyss

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Jakob Gray on Tue Aug 28, 2007 11:53 am

"Your ignorance is your downfall!" Mikhos shouted into the face of the angel he had locked swords with. Zweihander was a enormous blade, its blade was 5 feet long and the hilt was 14 inches. The sword weighed a good 12 pounds as well. "Blind belief turns you into cattle!" Mikhos pushed harder on his sword, and the Angel lost his grip, dropping the bastard sword. "Surrender. Or die." Mikhos said, putting the tip of Zweihander on the Angel's nose.
"I won't live to be defeated by-" The sword came out the other side of the Angel's head.
"I guess you're right." Mikhos laughed, putting a foot on the Angel's chest and ripping the sword from his head. Mikhos tossed his head, his now matted and clingy one-length hair flying out of his face.

The rain washed Zweihander of its blood. Mikhos drew his crossbow once more, knocking and winding it up. The sheer power if this weapon was immense, yet it was incredibly slow. Dodging a pike, Mikhos attempted to shoot the Pikeman, but to no avail. With a curse, He switched to Zweihander once more. He was his in the chest with the pike. Though his banded-mail protected him from any real damage, it came with enough force to knock Mikhos out of equilibrium. He was barely able to parry the next blow, the pike sliding off of the side of the Greatsword. Mikhos raised Zweihander to break the wooden shaft of the weapon, though sadly he didn't have the time to because the angel was promptly shot in the side of the head.

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Re: Angels of the Abyss

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He is the God who avenges me,
who subdues nations under me,
who saves me from my enemies.
You exalted me above my foes;
from violent men You rescued me.
Therefore I will praise You among the nations, O Lord;
I will sing praises to Your name.


Crashing torrents of men swarmed the terra, their cries swirling, rising, falling to fill the air with desperation.
There was no rescuing for Elayne.
Gunfire rained down in sheets upon the wounded and dead pommeled under the heels of their own army.
Thirteen, ripe with puberty.
The stench of blood and decay clung to the blades of every sword.
Only thirteen, and she was stolen by the man married to their mother. Thirteen, and taken and used and left to rot in the darkness of the cellar.
"Dear Lord, oh merciful Christ, bless this house with Your light..."
Internal fluids mingled with the earthen floor, churning a lather of crimson and mud.
Jael used to pray when she was still a child.
"Deliver us from evil, O Lord, and protect us from harm..."
Thirteen, and dragged to safety by her eleven year old sister cowering in the corner.
"Bless us, our Savior. Rescue us from sin, and may we not fall victim to evil men..."
Bones shattered, skin peeled, and there were shouts of victory and defeat.
Thirteen, vacant and cold. Thirteen, listless and broken.
No. Jael would be singing no praises.
Thirteen, and sailing over the edge of a bridge with a brick tied to her wrists.
"Shelter us, dear Lord. In Your name I pray..."
Jael heaved herself from her resting place atop a protruding boulder on the side of the hill facing the battle. Reaching back with her right hand, she gripped the handle of the rifle. A snapping motion forward, the twitch of her index finger, and an explosion sent the dismembered limbs of some nameless Angel hurtling back into the crowd.
"Amen."
War does not determine who is right; only who is left.

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Re: Angels of the Abyss

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Awakening on Wed Sep 05, 2007 9:44 pm

OOC: So. Uhm. Is this thread done with then? Pitty. It seemed interesting.

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Re: Angels of the Abyss

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Jakob Gray on Mon Sep 10, 2007 4:25 pm

OOC: I concur.
I loved the controversy.... Mr. Devious is waiting for something, maybe?

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