Introduction
Anybody religious will know Lucifer's story. A once beautiful angel who's jealousy and anger towards humans lead to his fall. So it's only natural for him to use romantic feelings of a few angels and demons to have a little fun and maybe who knows get some revenge. But what exactly did Lucifer do. Why he tricked god of course into proving that these love birds could survive through anything and even pick each other again in the end. And so God fell into the ploy and wiped the angels and demon's memory's cleans and placing them all in a location of significance from there wiped memory's the only thing they have to go on is an invisible bond tying all afflicted by the bet together. Will they truly choose each other again or will they fall for another and things get interesting when Lucifer sends his hunters on there tale. And having to avoid being seen by humans doesn't help the matter either.
Plot:
You are an angel or demon who was in love with an angel or demon and this would be all fine and dandy if Lucifer had not interrupted by tricking God into erasing all memory's of your beloved plopping you on earth in a place of significance or a place most suited to your personality and sending hunters after you. (Hunters are a specific breed of demon created to hunt and kill whatever there master wishes some are aquatic others fly some blend in there basically little assassins.) As well as fighting or running from hunters rediscovering your beloved or a new one you also have to watch out for humans. Everyone knows how humans are they see something new they kill and dissect it.
The RP will begin with everyone scattered around a city fairly close to one another so that the RP doesn't end up being one person running around forever. You will wake up wherever with only a feeling something is gone or missing and a strong urge to follow an invisible thread. This urge will lead you not immediately to your now also memory zapped beloved but it will lead you another member of the group sense you are all drawn together. As the RP progresses you may choose whomever you wish to love and if it continues on and the RP lasts quite some time after awhile it can break off into groups of two or 3 I will make new areas where people can post in and continue in a private RP of sorts. Sub-Plot's mystery's turmoils and participation are all encouraged because as much as this is my RP it is also yours so I encourage new ideas adding to the plot in order to make the storyline more vast and defined but I enjoy starting with a clean slate with maybe the odd dent or two to give it a shape of some sorts. I will also not be deciding any aspect of your character that is up to you BUT if you are going to do something you feel is crazy or out of plot please talk to me first so I can perhaps help you develop it more as well as say yay or nay.
Angels:
(( Everyone should know what an angel is so there is no reason for me to have to explain it no your angel does not need to have white feathery wings...))
Angel 1: Verst played by Shadetree76
Angel 2: (Reserved for SusieLivesHere)
Angel 3: Shirin played by Me.
Angel 4: Ayden Sofia played by AshleighC
Demons:
(( A demon does not necessarily have to have horns and look evil but be creative and make em look as you wish. ))
Demon 1: Darc played by FamishedPants
Demon 2: Garll played by Alphawolf565
Demon 3: (Reserved for angelwolfchild)
Demon 4: Palmira played by VitaminHeart
Character skeleton:
Name: (Full)
Age: (16 - 29)
Gender: (Male or Female)
Species: (Angel, Demon)
Hair: (Color, style)
Eyes: (Color)
Picture: (Anime... I don't like people stealing a persons face and using it...Am I the only one???)
Past love: (Optional and you don't have to pic a person you could just say a demon or another angel...)
Personality: (Personality)
History: (History)
Other: (Anything else?)
((Note: Before everyone starts freaking out about how there's only 8 spots its because usually my RP's aren't the most popular probably because I make people use anime or they don't like how open my plots are too adding on IDK all I know is when I add lots of room there's always the odd people who reserve but don't submit or submit and don't really RP ... so I'm cutting it short I want 8 ACTIVE people please and thanky... But if by some odd chance I've jinxed myself and this gets wildly popular I MIGHT consider adding more people but it will take allot > 3O Also... Read the rules >nO or the vampire piggys will get you... ))
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"I'm perfectly calm. I'm as calm as I can be in the circumstances, but it's not exactly easy. Now I'm trying not to judge you on this. I'm trying not to let what just happened colour my judgment of you. It might have not been your fault what you did. That being said, you're not exactly the wronged party and I deeply resent people behaving as if you are. You are not poor, unfortunate demon. In this instance, you are lucky. You are lucky you were not badly harmed by the Hunters. You are lucky someone was there to try and stop you. You are lucky neither me nor Darc inflicted any potentially lethal injuries on you, and you are lucky that you did not kill anyone. In this instance, you got off very lightly and you should be grateful." Palmira stated calmly, holding onto her ribs and beginning to cough again.
"I'm not exactly feeling like fortune is smiling on me right now, and getting a charming little display of 'We don't care!' from other individuals is not really helping that....especially when I might've just saved them from being eaten by you. But whatever. I'm going to get on with finding somewhere for us to go."
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Darc felt no pity for the dragon. Maybe it was the fact he pinned Darc to the ground with the intent to kill. He didn't feel sorry, but he did understand, and that's why Darc was giving him a second chance. And only a second chance. If he did that again, Darc wasn't going to be as... lenient. He looked at Garll as he told Palmira to be calm. Who was he to give orders? She had every right to be pissed, and it was mostly because of him! Darc growled lowly after he listened to Palmira explain how 'calm' she really was.
"Lets just find another place to retreat to and not attack each other," he ordered. "Garll, I would try my best to stay calm if I were you, because it isn't often I give second chances, and I've never given a third. And you don't need to worry about me pitying you in the least," he didn't bother putting hate, spite or anger in his tone when he spoke. He simply said it as if he was telling the dragon about the weather or something. "Does anyone want to complain? Because I'm sure that if you can do that, you can also come up with an specific answer to our problem,"
With that, he turned away and walked over to where he was pinned on the ground before picking up his sword, which he had dropped when he was slammed into the ground. Well, now he was just left with the sword, a crushed shoulder piece and no shirt. He'd stick out like a sore thumb in human public without hsi robe, which was destroyed along with the house.
Feeling like she was about to get caught in Palmira's cross fire of rage to Garll she moved back to Darc. "My wing may be injured but I'm sure I could still fly up high enough to see if there's any shelter near by... I often come to Earth and I'm pretty sure were in the United States somewhere near the ocean because my ears were popped when I first woke up." She thought quietly. "If were close enough the ocean we should be able to find a few small abandoned fishing shacks there only used during the summer and its fall so they should be empty with a few things left over in there like canned goods and...You know what il just take a look, its nearly dusk so faster we move the better."
Shirin jogged away before jumping using her 3 good wings to force herself upward. Flying upward she found a tall tree and set herself on the highest branch that would support her and looked about. They were near the ocean and the beach was only a little ways away with the odd fishing shack peppered in graffiti. Nodding to herself she jumped down from the tree her 3 good wings flapping wildly so she did not drop like a rock. "There's a few abandoned fishing shacks south of here maybe two hours walk half an hour by flight either way it will be dark by the time we get there so we should move... Palmira you can keep mauling Garll later."
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She grimaced, the pressure on her ribs causing another bout of coughing.
"Thanks..." she replied to Shirin, voice rather strained as she tried to keep the coughing under control long enough to speak. After a few moments it passed into a grinding ache in her chest, and she was able to speak up again, casting a glance towards Garll in regards to his rant.
"There's no-one here having a pity party but you. You make the automatic assumption that your background must be the worst one here. How would you know? How would you have any idea?" she stated.
"I demonstrated how much I care by not hurting you even when you were trying to kill me. Evidently this doesn't count for anything in your mind, so next time perhaps I'll just gouge one of your eyes out. No doubt you'll regard me similarly." she muttered, pushing away from the wall and trying to pull her coat on again, struggling to loop the sleeve over her damaged arm.
The female demon waited for Shirin to descend and took note of what she said regarding the location of somewhere for them to go, though she was further antagonized by what she said.
"I'm not mauling anyone! He's the one yelling at me because I happened to think that heaping sympathy on him and completely disregarding me came across as rather nasty." Palmira sighed, feeling increasingly bitter.
She started walking in a southerly direction, getting to the point where she had little interest as to who was following and who was not. She was in a lot of pain from her ribs, and she felt offended and upset. There was no point in worrying about these things, she thought to herself. Why should she worry about how these people behaved towards her? Either way shed never seen them again. She'd either go back to eternal isolation in the treasure house, or be killed by Mammon. She shouldn't worry really.
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Things where get more and more confusing. Too many questions, and not a single answer. Why where they here, what was this strang tug on his finger, why had listened to Palmira when she told him to stop with the fighting? Things where geting more and more complicated as time went by and he didn't really like not having any of the answers.
Garll got lost in thought and without even realizing it had walked up beside Palmira and matched her pace. He continued to walk beside her as he stayed deep in thought. "Too many unanswered questions," he said to himself.
So, he turned to the group that hadn't already set out south and spoke. "Come on, you heard the woman," he told them and without waiting for the others, turned and started south and begun the two hour long walk. However, as he began to go off, his hand-as if it was a natural action-grabbed Shirin's soft, smaller hand as he led her towards the shacks.
He failed to notice he did this.
Shirin looked over at Palmira and Garll who were walking a little ways away. Palmira despite her injury was not letting up she was walking determined and angry with Garll who seemed confused following behind. She blinked and looked back over to Darc her hand naturally squeezing his comfortingly without thinking.
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She knew he was close behind her, but was loath to give any sort of reaction. She was nearly certain people saw her as aggressive and argumentative if the comments were anything to go by, and she did not want to give credence to that by speaking up and getting onto another one.
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This was to strang and unusual he thought. What does it all mean?
He finally gave a response to Shirin in a quieter voice so the others wouldn't really hear him. "Dragons are horrible creatures and they should all get a devastating beating at least once a day, in my opinion," he said calmly. "He hasn't even been that 'co-operative' lately anyways, and I dislike people who try to kill friendlies in the middle of a battle and I dispise people who crush my arm,"
With his sword in his dragon-hand, he lightly squeezed his human hand and that ended up squeezing Shirin's just a bit, betraying his stress even had she not the ability to sense this emotion in the first place. He gave a glance back to Palmira and Garll, wondering hwo much more she would take before she snapped. He must admit, she was boding rather well given the circumstances so he couldn't really blame her.... hostile disposition. He then glanced further back for the angels and..... were they high or something? He wondered that, truthfully. They had this strict way of handling things: We give no fucks to anything that doesn't directly pertain to us. This way of doing stuff seemed to piss Palmira off to no end, it seemed. Then again, they weren't doing jack shit during the fight with the hunters, definetly not when Garll went insane and bit her. Darc found himself realizing that he might be the one holding the title for best opinion in the group from her, and he wasn't really confident she was going to pat him on the back and call him pal. Things needed to change once they got to their shelter or else he would need to break away from the group before they ended up killing each other.
He turned his head back to Shirin finally when he felt her grip on his hand tighten..... and when he realized that they were holding hands. "W-what are you doing?!" he shout-whispered with a visible blush on his face. "Y-you don't need any assistance walking, so why........" he trailed off.
Shirin walked quietly until Darc shout-whispered her cheeks flushed. "w-what??? what do you mean??? YOU GRABBED AND SQUEEZED MY HAND FIRST!!!" Her cheeks went neon as her mind that was focused on Darc's telepathically freaked out in total embarrassment. She let go of his hand and looked away blushing wildly. Instantly her hand felt cold. His had been so warm and strong compared to her own that were small and weak. She stole a glance at Darc seeing his blushing face and hers reddened more. "You really did grab my hand first..." She huffed as she kicked a rock that was on the ground.
(Short post, sorry just kinda having writer's block)
After awhile the anger simmered down and was replaced with sadness and annoyance. Her feathers calmed down, but her tail continued to flick back and forth. She frowned a little her eyes softening as guilt overtook her. She had probably been rude and for something so stupid. She slowed down and her mind locked in again of Darc's. "Sorry... but call me a liar again and Il tail slap you...Even if I think you are handsome..." She blushed and looked over at Darc giving him a smile to show she really was sorry and that she was being honest.
His mind picked up her voice once more as she finally had calmed down and apologized, mentioning a repeat of the claim would earn him a slap with her tail and apparently, he was handsome. He never really thought so, considering he was a freak to everyone else. Maybe that's why he offered.... a smile? He hadn't done that in a while, actually. He picked up his pace to catch up to her, making it that much more easy to stay quiet. "Err umm.... Sorry, I guess?" by the way he pushed the word out of his mouth, it was clear he wasn't used to apologizing. "You don't look too bad yourself, Shirin," he complimented, trying not to screw up any of his words nor studder.
"I'm sorry for taking your hand... I'm not even sure why I did it,"
"Anyone who considers any part of you flawed is a fool. You don't need to be strong, and I don't believe that your tail and means of communication are anything but unique," he looked down at her pale hand which was in heavy contrast to his own tan one, his eyes locking onto her smaller digits. They seemed so small and fragile compared to his bigger, rougher looking ones on his human hand. They seem beautiful, as did she. Something about her... it made his other, hidden side try to emerge from the prison it had shut itself in. "As long as we're in this mess together, I guess I can watch over you. If you can't fight, I'll do it for you, understand?....and you're pretty beautiful... for an angel," he offered a smile-something he hadn't actually done with the warmness that-just a bit ago-seemed to be something he was incapable of.
She gave Darc's hand a light squeeze enjoying the feeling of having someone so close. It was new for her sense she had always kept her distance. But with Darc it wasn't scary or awkward. If anything it felt very familiar and safe. She moved closer relishing in the heat that seemed to emanate from his body. This was probably common with most Dragon's Shirin decided. "You know I can defend myself If I need too I could open my mouth and let out a banshee screech again that dazes and sometimes knocks out enemy's... AND I have a my blade!" Shirin huffed trying to make herself seem stronger then she was. But she was pretty sure she wasn't fooling Darc agaisnt small enemy's she was ok but medium and large and she may as well give up. With a sigh and blushed she looked at Darc. "But...Thanks anyway...It's kinda reassuring knowing I have someone to take out giant fugly hunters...The small ones I can handle but those big ones... I give myself concussions trying to knock em out."
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Perhaps it was petulant, but she couldn't help but feel judged. By the standards of many demons she'd hardly call herself unpleasant. Certainly from her experience of the demon population up to that point, some harsh words here and there were the least of one's worries when dealing with one. She had spent most of her life trying to fend them off on Mammon's behalf, attempting to stop them raiding the treasure house. Pal could recall finding would-be pilferers throwing their own comrades into traps to try and set them off. In the face of all that, was being a little caustic such a bad thing? You didn't survive in the Netherworld by being 'nice'. Nice demons didn't live to see the light of day.
Palmira drew to a halt all of a sudden, doubling over, hands over her chest. It felt awful. She was used to handling injuries on her own, oftentimes thieves might land some hits on her during guard duty and she'd had to patch herself up, but then she'd not had to travel for hours at the same time. Sh e leaned against a wall, trying to get her breath back, hoping to stop the sound of the blood pounding in her ears.
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Reaching out a hand to help he asked,"do you need help, is there anything I can do, where does it hurt?" He was trying to fight the need to help but it was to strong to the point that it felt like instinkt.
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He raised an eyebrow at her talk about beating Lucifer. As if, he thought. "If only I was that strong, but I highly doubt I'll ever be," he sighed. He smiled. "But then again, maybe I'll work towards making him my 'bitch' if he turns out to be the one behind all of this....."
He listened to her try to sound intimidating, but it only evoked a small and meaningful chuckle. "Don't worry. I won't let a single one of those things lay a hand on you without going through me first. They aren't going through me," he assured.
"Evil naturally wants to destry good, as does ugly with beautiful. In this case, I'll make sure the uglies don't touch the beautiful, if only because you can understand my pain," he said.
Shirin smiled. It was oddly not a bad memory. Because even though she fainted and was marked for it waking up to her adopted mom worrying about her gave her solace and made her understand someone care for her. She did not have an adopted mother for long though. She wondered what Darc's parents were like. She decided not to ask though.
"I never knew my parents you know...An old angel woman found me...She said she found an egg and it was cracked and inside was me just a little baby freezing cold with my wings and tail wrapped around myself. She pulled me out of the egg and brought me to her home...She was my mother till I was 6 when she passed to her resting place." Shirin smiled though this time it held sadness. "I was alone after that...But I knew she was watching... So being alone wasn't really that bad...But I did develop a fear of it...Even when I was..."Alone" I was near others even if they hated me...Guess im scared of being abandoned. But that's common among people."
As night fell on the group Shirin's eyes spotted a fisherman's cabin in front of them. It was dark and abandoned but right near an old dock, seemed, secluded, and pretty sturdy. And Shirin was sure the only way it would get destroyed is if Garll head butted it like he did to the last one. But sense Palmira seemed to have him under control she did not feel worried.
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She felt tempted to react with hostility. That was how he'd been towards her after all....no..she shouldn't do that. She wasn't like that. She wasn't going to prove them right. She was going to be civil, at least.
"I..I'm fine..." she replied, through locked jaw, trying her best to straighten up. She could feel blood starting to well up at the back of her throat. No, she wasn't going to say anything. She wasn't going to be accused of complaining any further. The demoness forced herself to stand straight, and kept going.
Fortunately, it appeared they were nearly there. As the cabin came into view, Palmira tried to quicken her pace, shoving the door open with her free arm and dropping into a disordered sitting position on the floor. She hadn't made any attempt to put on a light, or even scope out the place. She had no inclination to. At that point she just wanted to sit down.
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Don't be confused but sense Darc & Shirin are more advanced in the plot and such this area was created its a 1x1 between the two of them so they can continue on without risk of making others fall behind.
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To give an example my werewolf berserker character has been taken by a pair of vampire assassins who happen to be a married couple, and has ended up non-consensually having a child. The father half of the genes were provided by another vampire, a teenager with biological manipulation powers....who is female. The biological manipulator was the sister of one of the assassins, and he decided to rip her in half while she was eating tiramisu. She's fine however.
As you can see, when i get involved in a plot it gets very complicated very fast.
Now the job isn't making me want to pass out/cry, I can post more frequently and I'm about to in fact, I've just been struggling to decide what to post.
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Remember that Shirin doesn't talk audibly, and that she's talking to Darc only right now. D:
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SPACE the final frontier~ These are the voyages of the people on RoleplayGateway. Its life time mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before. *insert StarTrek Music here*
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AND MEANY >nO I hate when I notice that the reply appears RIGHT AFTER I went to be its like NUUUUUU~!!!
ok just gonna boast cause Im proud...
roleplay/toxic-kingdom/ <--- SO FAR THIS IS MY BEST DESCRIPTION OF PLOT xD normally I confuse someone or something but this plot I wrote it so clear and pretty... probably with a few spelling errors yes and a few missing . and , because I was half asleep... BUT I ACTUALLY WROTE SOMETHING CLEAR AND NOT CONFUSING AND RIDICULOUSLY SHORT OR LONG. T wT *moment of pride*
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Darc's laying the moves on the ladies... uuu.....XD
I like how I posted AS cookie went to bed or whatever.