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Shirin

I'm an angel!!! I'm just different...

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a character in “Angel With A Shotgun”, as played by CookieCupcake

Description

Name: Shirin is the only name she has.

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Species: Angel

Hair: Golden Blonde kinda straight and wild its long.

Eyes:
Pink

Picture:

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((Sorry if her pic is a little revealing but it fit best what she is and its pretty))

Past love: Darc

Personality:
Shirin is an extremely shy girl and this means shes often quiet and thoughtful this leads most people to believe shes rude and cold. Shirin is in reality under the shyness and quiet face an extremely kind girl shes loyal considerate fights for her friends happy full of laughter jokes and spirit not to mention full of un-dieing wild hope. She can also be serious and a fighter if she has too but she really hates conflict, war, sadness, in general. She is often an on looker who stays quiet and in the distance but she can raise her voice and when she does its best to listen cause every word is from the heart.

History: Shirin is an angel but she has always been different. She was born with golden markings all over her body and a unique ability other angels did not seem to have. From the age of zero Shirin has been able to talk telepathically and as a baby she used this ability to talk with people as if she were already a mature young girl. Over time her ability's increased to be able to sense other peoples emotions at times when they felt something strongly. Because of her strange ability's though Shirin was shunned by others her age always be outcast, the unwanted the weirdo. Even the outcasts did not want her...

Shirin grew up in silence because no one wanted to be around her. She tried her best to talk to people but she never spoke with her mouth always with her mind it was the only way she seemed able to because for some reason her mouth just did not work it was as if it were there for show. Shirin at first tried defending herself from insults but soon she simply became quiet and all she did was think and work her hardest. Being what she was of course meant no normal angel position she could not be guardian angel, a warrior, a supervisor, or anything else she was nothing but silence and in the end she simply ended up being placed as a messenger and still she was shunned and blamed for every problem. Several times Shirin was sent on fake deliveries to earth or limbo or heck knows where and each time shes taken it without complaint. Though she is not always silent when she does speak it is rare but often nothing but truth...

Other: Shirin as mentioned speaks through telepathy and has the ability to feel strong emotions. Also some will notice her hair is feathery and she has a tail with feathers those are part of the physical side of her differences.

So begins...

Shirin's Story

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Shirin woke up in a tree. She was hanging over a branch and opened her eyes to be staring down at ground far beneath her. She sat up and rubbed her head confused and oddly lost? Why was she on Earth??? She never went to Earth unless she had a delivery or message for a guardian. So why was she here??? And why did she feel like something was missing like like it was...No she was probably just being paranoid. She stood up spreading her wings and stretching. She felt sore and bruised and she was wearing her leisure clothes which was just a loose blouse with puffy pants. It was odd she never wore her leisure clothes to Earth why did nothing make sense???

Shirin sat quietly and tried remembering what happened last. She did not remember a thing she remember only going to bed and then well waking up here. She leaned against the trunk of the tree. Thinking about it she found that many of her memories felt as though they were not her own or not complete. She sighed and shook her head looking up at the blue sky. She had no time to think about it she had to go home. She stood shook off the feeling of weariness and jumped up into the sky flying higher until she was above the clouds and kept going higher and higher, when suddenly she felt a force push her back down. She flailed and spun falling down until she was back near the clouds and managed to open her wings and support herself. What was keeping her??? That was when she felt it again. Something was missing but the feeling changed. It felt almost like she had a string attached to her pinky and someone was tugging on it from somewhere else. But the feeling was almost as if it were attached to multiple people. She did not know why but she spread her wings and took off heading toward the source of what ever felt like it was tugging her closer. As she flew above the clouds getting closer and closer she felt the strong feeling again but this time it was not her own... No someone else was feeling it the feeling of being... Lost???

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Shirin melt she was getting closer to one of the sources she closed her wings and let herself drop out of the sky. She was happy to see no humans in the vicinity so she did not have to be stealthy. Being stealthy with an almost dragon like tail is a difficult feat. She let herself fall and spread her wings and landed easily on the ground. Her wings folded behind her back but they were steal extremely noticeable after all she had 4 of them. She stood letting the source come closer to her as she walked toward it. Her tail flicked back and forth nervously and awkwardly. She froze wondering if maybe this wasn't the best idea. She tensed and walked a little slower her tail flicking back and forth the golden underside glistened a little and the feathery over side was quite tough so it could be used in self defense if she needed.

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Darc was rather thankful that he had woken up with a rather large robe on him. He honestly doubted that walking around revealed would be very good for him, and this robe actually worked pretty good. He didn't really care for the color brown too much, but that wasn't an issue here, his eyes were. He sighed, knowing he wouldn't be able to look a human in the eye without arousing some suspicion. Well, he could pass it off as some form of disease if he truly wanted. After all, humans seemed to be foolish enought to believe such claims. His sword, which seemed to be with him was fitted underneath the robe. Sure, he wouldn't be able to draw it as quickly as he'd like, but humans long since had outlawed weapons being on display like that.

As he walked, he could began to notice he was feeling a bit less...bulky. He eventually remembered that the weight on his back was a bit less than it should be, and when he looked back, he realized he was missing his wings. Someone must've yet again pulled them off or something, as they weren't on his back. He probably pissed someone off a great deal and he was glad he didn't remember the wings being pulled off, as the pain was much too great to bear. His wings tended to grow back about two months after being ripped off, so if it was recent, he'd not need to worry. Sure, he couldn't fly around, but it was better than getting experimented on. Regretfully, he can say that they had been removed on multiple occasions.

Darc had been walking for quite a while without seeing a single human, which evoked a scratch on his head with his dragon arm. He glanced at his hand and remembered that this blue arm was not something humans were used to, so he quickly retracted it from his scalp and hid it under the robe so as not to let it be seen by a human. Speaking of humans, he was actually confused as to why they hadn't been spotted yet. This area seemed to be void of them at the moment, which was a relief, but at the same time he couldn't help but wonder what they were up to.

With yet another mind-boggling thought stuck racing around in his head, he noticed that this feeling of being drawn towards something or someone was getting stronger. Noticeably stronger, in fact. He seemed to be heading in the correct direction, as the intensity supported this claim. It was almost as if here were there........

*CRASH*

Darc had been too busy thinking about the multiple things on his mind to notice that he was on a collision course with something or someone. He wasn't in a full-on sprint so it wasn't like he got hurt from the fall, but he did in fact knock himself off his feet. A streak of gold was all he really saw from the figure as he fell back on the ground, his hood falling back and revealing his demonic features.

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Shirin continued to walk being cautious and quiet as usual. She turned a corner and crashed right into someone. Immediately her four large white wings wrapped around herself like an egg to protect her. She waited for an attack but silence is all she heard. She opened her wings shyly and peeked out seeing a demon. She blinked her pink eyes and her wings slowly pulled away revealing herself. She walked over her mind tapping into his so that she could speak. (It will just show up like normal speech ). "I-I'm sorry about this I wasn't paying attention..." Her tail flicked back and forth faster getting ready to attack if the need arise.

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Darc looked up at the figure before him. It was beautiful and heavenly... an angel. Darc disliked them immensly... they didn't get teased for looking just like a human! They weren't expected to be feirce, strong and unforgiving! But.... something about this one seemed vaguely familiar.... he pushed it away though. He probably just saw a human that looked like her, with the exception of her pink eye color, golden tail and elegant wings.

He jumped to his feet with great speed and was about to say something when she spoke.... without moving her lips. Her voice rang through his head and he felt violated by such a thing. He grumbled something lowly before speaking. "What are you doing here? And watch where you're going, lest I be forced to find out how you scream!" he intimidated, like always. Had to keep up appearances, right? He was good at doing this, or so he thought.

His human hand pulled the hood back on, blocking the demonic part of his face with the shade it provided. His eyes shot to both sides, as he searched for any signs of humans, which the search did not produce, so he spoke again. "Are you angels the one that did this?" he demanded. "Why can't I remember anything?" seeing as she was the only form of life he could see at the moment, his mind immdediately rushed to the assumption she knew any more than he did.

Before she answered, Darc began picking up a scent was incredibly similar to a demon's but... something was a bit off. He turned his head from the angel hesitantly and spotted a human female approaching them. The scent being a bit different gave Darc the thought that maybe this was just a human who had found themself covered in something that mimicked a demon's scent, so he was on guard. So, he gave an unamused expression while whispering back to the angel to hide herself in some way so that this human didn't recognize them as something other than its own species.

"What? What is it?" Darc demanded back, hoping to make this apparent human think twice about asking for his assistance to a matter. "Doesn't your mother ever tell you to not speak to strangers?" he asked rhetorically. He wasn't too familiar with what qualified as a human child, and thus treated people....wrong.

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Palmira drew closer to the figures, soon picking out the source of the demon scent. One of the figures bore the typical marks of one of infernal descent. He didn't look like a full one though. Not that she was one to judge, she looked like a homeless person, but then that was a matter of design rather than accident, and with that fellow she suspected it was more of the latter.

She was about to ask him what was going on and how she'd gotten dropped here, changed and unable to return herself to her rightful place, but then he addressed her...and her expression became one of irritation and offense.

Due to her own isolation she'd been influenced very little by demon culture. She didn't see much of a reason to victimize the halfbreed, especially when she herself appeared more human that he did much of the time....but she did not appreciate the way he was speaking to her, as if she were a lost child or were somehow mentally deficient.

She walked up and stood before the man, starting to encroach on his personal space.

"Listen sunshine, I'm not one to throw my weight around but..."

She leaned in closer, eyes contracting into cat-like slits, and showing off her sharpened teeth.

"Please do not condescend to me. "

She pulled back and folded her arms again, satisfied that she had made her point. As she had however, her instincts began to catch up without her as she began to understand the nature of the other presence. She looked over toward the figure, looking her up and down and immediately tensing up. That was an angel. There was an angel there, a rather peculiar-looking one, granted. Oh that was just perfect.

"What on earth is going on here?" she asked, planting her feet and getting ready for...something. She had no idea if this celestial was there for a fight. She'd had little contact with the creatures, but the two species were the antithesis of each other. Having both of them in one place seemed like a problem.

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Darc raised an eyebrow at the sudden transformation, but nothing more. She would not get an apology, nor would he allow her to intimidate him. He exhaled, scratching the side of his chest before he addressed her. "Don't approach me with your human-like appearance and odd smell then," he shot back. He wasn't really willing on taking the matter further though, so he simply listened to her asked exactly what the half-breed was wondering. For some reason, he felt just a bit better that another demon was here, probably because he wasn't too happy with humans nor angels in the bit. Humans wanted to dissect him, Angels usually wanted to kill him. Demons didn't really kill others without reason, which was most likely the cause for the slight bit of comfort he had.

He glanced at the angel, not deeming the newly discovered demon as a threat at the moment. Not that he ever dropped his guard. He looked over the angel and spoke, but he wasn't speaking to the 'perfect' entity before him. "I don't know," he simply said. "All I know is that I've got a bad case of amnesia and I'm on Earth," he informed, his hand falling back to his side. He looked the angel in the eyes. Those beautiful eyes seemed to entrance him and again he started getting nostalgic feelings he couldn't explain. The angry expression on his face faultered for just a second before reappearing. "What are you doing here?" he asked once more of the angel.

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Shirin had been dossing her mind had gone blank as the two demons biquered. They both felt it....They both felt lost just as she was. She quietly tapped into both the demons brain and replied calm and cool as a trickling creek. "I awoke in a tree far from where I should be...I feel as though my memory's have been tampered...But I know you both feel it...The feeling of something lost, forgotten...Ripped out." She blinked calmly her tail flicking her tail back and forth her body showed no distress or worry. "I came here and bumped into you because I felt like something was calling me...I know you both feel it too..." Her wings stretched a little and wrapped around her shoulders as she became quiet once more. She could have sworn she'd heard something...Something oddly familiar and dark." Her eyes looked around and her tail began flicking back and forth faster in an irritated worried kind of way. She blinked and strained her ears hearing footsteps. She grabbed the two demons and pulled them into the shadows as a small human child ran by and disappeared. "I fear that even this desolate place is not a fine place to discuss this..."

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Darc felt as if his mind had been molested by this angel. She called him out on each and every single one of his troubles. How did she know what he was feeling? So this feeling that he had wasn't unique to him? She felt it too.....? He blinked a couple times before going to speak, but was cut off by her hand pulling them into a dark area just as a kid ran by, soon disappearing from vision.

He looked at her and frowned, about to rip his arm from her grasp when once again, his eyes met hers and a strange feeling shot through him. For a moment, he was enthralled, stuck glancing at her before he could return to his normal, fake self and finally pulled his arm away with less strength that he intended to. He mentally noted that he need to avoid her gaze, as it had to be some sort of trap or something the angel could do to him. His head faced forward but his eyes strayed from hers as he spoke. "I am not familiar with this area," he said. "And how do I know this isn't some trap so you and your angel friends can attack?" he crossed his arms and attempted to give her a glare without focusing on her eyes directly.

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Shirin shook her head annoyed. "I know what your feeling because that is one of my... deformities... Among my own kind I am a freak and a monster because I am a Telepath and I feel people's emotions and feelings...You both have the feeling of loss." She moved out of the shadows and looked around worriedly. "I feel as though we are being watched by many eyes..." She looked over at the two demons observing them both taking in every detail with her sharp pink eyes before they darted away and looked around the concern showing on her face. She did not enjoy the feeling of being watched. Her wings wrapped around herself protectively. "I should mention... My name is Shirin may I inquire as to what I may call you?" She looked over at the demons once more.

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Deformities?....


That word was much too familiar for Darc. He subconciously tuned everything out as his mind focused on that one word and everything it meant to him. Long ago, when he was just a mini-demon, he'd play in the sandbox on the far edge of the playground. Sure, that sounds absurd for a demon, but demons don't just know how to interact and live. They grew up much like humans, with some noticable differences. Bullying wasn't as untolerable as it was back on Earth, and the teachers even looked away when it occured. Hell, it wouldn't be too farfetched to say it was encouraged. The weak will die and the strong shall live, right?

Darc had been minding his own business, alone, away from everyone, as he sat in the sandbox. He never really bothered to speak to the others, who only laughed and taunted him as a 'human'. Human!... That word angered him to no end when it was applied to him. Such hate and spite towards a word had probably never been felt before, but it had just cause. They would always find some reason to annoy him in the sandbox. He wasn't doing anything...at all. Not even playing in the sand, as his character had always been destroyed by that point, so he wondered what pleasure they got in taunting him. He honestly did. To make things worse, he couldn't really defend himself.... one claw against four? It didn't bode well for the young half-demon, who wasn't even aggressive to begin with. Even his father, a full-fledged dragon-looking demon disliked his appearance and did not support his 'weak' son. So, he took the undeserved punishment. Daily. Every single day of his life was dreaded for the longest time as they called him multiple names. Pathetic Half-breed. Wannabe Demon. Deformed....

He eventually hid his less aggressive self in a shell of distrust and pity, one that was nearly impossible to crack. But those words... they still ring in his head. They still plague his dreams. Far is Darc from being completely happy. He's still that lonely, kind 'human' underneath, though his inability to admit this was keeping him from ever coming close to someone. He ended up making dad proud, which he originally thought would make him feel... happy? But it didn't. He felt as empty as he did before.

He finally snapped out of his thoughts to hear the angel introduce herself as 'Shirin' before she asked them to relenquish their names also. He also remembered that the girl might've just felt every single one of his emotions....shit.

"If you must know, I am Darc," he replied.

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There were 3 of them.

3 standing talking, 3 strangely beautiful. Ayden bit her lip, trying hard to keep hidden behind the large concrete wall in the corner of the park. She had begun her walk out of the alleyway and into the street, walking past various unknown faces, as she followed the invisible guide. They felt different. Different from everyone else. emitting a light that others could not see. Admittedly, two of them weren't admitting a "light" as such, it was more a black aura that quite frankly freaked the hell out of her, but whatever, you get the drift. She shook her head, watching the situation unfold. She Angel knew that she gave off a strange aura herself, one that other Angels could sense, and she just hoped as hell that they weren't as tuned into their senses as she was. That could be serious trouble.

She almost yelped in surprise as she bumped another person, exiting from the park. She had been so caught up in their weird Auras that she didn't even see him coming.

"S-sorry..." She mumbled quietly taking a moment to glance at the boy.

Hm... dark hair, toned form, deep eyes, not bad... her eyes lingered a little longer than perhaps they should have. She looked away briefly, though, upon realizing her mistake. Damn it, Ayden, now was not the time to be looking at cute guys. She was in a crisis, for Pete's sake!

And no, she was NOT blushing.

She cursed quietly, making her way to the nearest tree. Despite the rather awkward situation of being socially retarded with any males that were remotely good looking, she still had a task on her mind. She wanted to find out who those 3 kids were. And hope that they couldn't sense her coming...

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Shirin's tail flicked back and forth calmly she had indeed picked up on every emotion that Darc had just felt and her eyes softened her mind tapped into his alone and she spoke to him. "I understand your pain...It's hard feeling like the only soul in a world so big...I shall keep your pain secret Darc do not fear." She smiled a little then spoke to them all again her mind tapping into them both. "Darc then I shall remember it..." Her tail flicked more and she twitched there were others she could sense them. "Pardon the interruption...But there are 2 others heading this way but no need to worry they are like us...They feel lost..."

Shirin turned her eyes locking onto the tree where the other was hiding. She held out her hand in invitation and her mind tapped into the girls and stayed connected to the others. "You may come over...Hiding won't do much...So you are too lost and...Blank???" Her eyes were soft but her body held an edge. This girl was an angel... Shirin was no fan of other angels she may be one herself but she was "deformed" and freakish she had a tail and ability's no angel had this made others see her as lower then any demon and Shirin feared this demon would treat her the same upon seeing her tail and realizing /what/ she was.

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Darc's eyes widened for a split second before he regained composure. He fully expected her to pick out his emotions but... she claimed to know what it felt like? He wasn't sure if he should be pissed or something else, honestly. He instantly figured it had to do with her tail and her method of speech. He hadn't seen too many angels, but he saw enough to know that either of those things must've been uncommon. Were angels really that cruel to someone who looked different? No... that sounded much too similar to him to be possible. No one could share the pain he felt! She must be lying! It must be a trap! It had to be... didn't it?

He offered no smile nor frown... nor anything else for that matter. His facial expression had stayed the same, besides the brief slip up with his eyes. His mind was now engaged with itself, trying to figure out whether to trust such a person. She was an angel that probably made some perverted form of love to his mind that drained it of memories or something, one part thought. The other had a much less negative way of veiwing it. She must feel your pain, she must know how it feels to be shunned for being... you. His eyes had briefly looked on hers when she mention feeling that way, and even though it sent a familiar feeling down him, he also picked up how they weren't ones of falsehood. Because of this, the latter side was winning. He only recognized the pain through her eyes because he looked at himself in the mirror each morning, those same eyes staring back at him. However.... his weren't as beautiful...... No! That had to be her mind games at work or something!... he wished.

This time, Darc had slipped back into reality as she motioned for another to join them. He briefly heard that there were two, but he might've been wrong. It's a lot harder to pay attention to someone in your mind while you're lost in thought than it is to listen to someone speaking, at least for him anyways. He gave an uninterested glance to the tree she extended her arm to. He could just make out the figure hiding behind the tree, and only shrugged. Was it afraid of them? He could tell it was of angel origin, but then.... why was Shirin's body so tense? He couldn't read emotions, but her body almost audibly spoke her dislike for the angel that was trying to stay hidden. This only further pushed the scale towards the side that claimed she felt the same as he did. Darc, the demon did not want to believe this, but Darc, the person did....

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Shirin could sense the confusion emanating off of Darc and turned back toward him her mind solely locked on his again. "I know your confused...I'm sorry your probably thinking because of this ability the problems are my fault...I-I don't have those sort of ability's luckily. I'm considered a freak among my own kind already I'd rather not add onto it...If your wondering I cannot speak through my mouth when I do try it sounds like a harpy's screech the few time I did try I was nearly killed for the accusation I must be part demon...In all honesty it would make sense..." She looked down at her tail shamefully and lowered her eyes. She blushed suddenly realizing how much she had been speaking. She rarely to never spoke even when she had something to say. What was it about this demon...That made her feel oddly at ease. She looked at him. "Your strange Darc...I normally never speak...But you've gotten much out of me...Should /I/ be the one on alert???" Her eyes stared at his trying to pull him apart.

Shirin suddenly remembered something as she stared at Darc. It was incomplete but she remembered seeing him before. Her eyes went wide but she shook the thought out of her head and placed her hand on her forehead. Yes it was madness where would she have seen him before. Yet somehow the idea did not seem as wild as her mind reviewed the shattered memory over and over. If anything she had seen eyes very much like his... Her gave returned to his face and her brow furrowed confused before she looked away trying to piece her fragmented thoughts. She had little time to think of it when there was a ringing in her ear. Having been silent for so long Shirin's other senses naturally heightened to compensated for the silence. Her hearing was one of them. But why was her ear ringing. She rubbed her ear and dismissed it as nothing. Turning her attention back to the more pressing matters.

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As odd as it seemed... he felt like he should trust this angel's words. If she said she had not the ability to screw with his mind, then he'd only have that to go on. Not believing her would only make things worse. After all, even if she could, what would he be able to do about it? He didn't have any form of mind preservation or something like that. He had his claws and sword with his dragon abilities. Granted those really helped in a fight, he didn't see them doing much to help his head reject any sort of manipulation by her.

She ended up answering a question he actually had, but never spoke. Her voice sounded like a harpy's screech? He actually didn't believe this. If anything, her voice had to be like a siren's, entrancing and beautiful, as she.... Why the hell did he keep thinking like that? If it wasn't her manipulation, something else had to be the cause. It wasn't like she was beautiful or something.... well... not that he'd admit. Even thought that's how angels appeared; as beautiful people, whereas demons tended to be... not beautiful.

She blushed, confusing him for a minute and he had to thank his tanner complexion for hiding his own, which he wasn't sure as to why he even had. She started by calling him strange, which almost just made him ditch the thoughts of her understanding him. Strange was one of those words that set him off, but he realized her context as she spoke up and realized he would've been horribly overreacting had he gotten angered by it. He took a minute to notice this angel was staring right at him, as if to look into his very soul. She stared at him. He stared at her. She still stared at him. He... looked away, her gaze somehow intimidating him. It was that feeling that he repeatedly felt that prevented him from keeping his eyes locked with hers. It wasn't even that they repulsed them... her gaze actually attracted his. He felt that he could actually just stare into the vivid pink eyes for an eternity, and he was slightly confused as to why that was.

He wanted to really say something to her, maybe audibly ask her some questions he had on his mind, but he realized that with a demon next to him and the whole side of her conversation being only heard by Darc himself, it'd look weird. A faint ringing then caught his attention. He glanced over to where it was coming from, but saw nothing of interest and thus returned his eyes to Shirin or rather.... her eyes. This time, he felt himself not able to remove them. He stared into them with feeling he was unfamiliarly familiar with. Why the sense of nostalgia when he didn't remember ever meeting her? Why.... this gaze? His bravado hoped that maybe the demon next to them would speak or say something, because it knew without any influence, Darc would be unable to draw his eyes away from her.

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Shirin felt odd having the demon stare back at her and raised an eye brow most people never stared at her she would stare at them trying to understand who they were but few people stared back it made her feel a tad nervous and awkward even a little shy. Turning to Palmira. "I believe I have heard of you Palmira...Vaguely I'm not a popular amongst my own kind so sadly I'm not kept into the loop..." Shirin's tail flicked back and forth as she observed Palmira. "My deformities may seem little too you but amongst other angels I am considered no better then a demon...Angel's /can/ be quite cruel but I don't really care what they think or say appearances are no more then an outer shell a superficial lie... It is the heart, spirit, mind, that makes the person..." She smiled at Palmira.

She then frowned. "I'm ... I'm not sure if you will be able to return to your home... Earlier I tried and it felt like someone had kicked me back down...But perhaps you could... I can't be sure of anything I'm just as confused as any of you..." Shirin remembered the force that had suddenly pushed her back down not letting her reach the portal back to her own home.

Her tail flicked more. "Perhaps it is just me but I have the bad feeling that this was done to us all on purpose... I am not sure what that purpose may be but I don't enjoy being the dark about these things." She huffed tail flicking like an angered cat.

(( =///= It was brought to my attention yesterday that I never mentioned that my grammar, spelling, etc may not always be perfect and sometimes it may not make sense... It's because I speak and write french and so often the grammatical rules will get meddled in my head... Also I sometimes try changing french terms to English and they may not always sound right or make sense so I apologize in advance and if you need me to clarify I gladly will. ))

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Verst was walking alone in a peaceful state when a girl ran into him. Verst heard her say that she was sorry for running into him. He looked down at the girl and smiled. "It's okay it didn't hurt at all." Before he could think of anything else he had a feeling that everything was going to be okay as long as he went in this direction. "Are you heading this way too? You want to walk together?" he asked the girl he started on a head hoping she was behind him. When Verst got to an area that he felt like he should be. He saw three others standing there and he felt this presence like this was where he was suppose to be. "So what are we to do about this thing then?" Verst asked walking right up to them.

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Darc finally drew his eyes away from Shirin as Palmira began laughing for an unknown reason. He really didn't gasp in surprise nor ask about it when she started projecting selfishness with her every word. Demons contrary to popular belief, weren't known for their kind and selfless feelings towards strangers. Still, he couldn't help but simply grunt at words as they came out. The word 'Mammon' was the only thing he really even payed much attention to as it came out of her mouth, and he didn't know if she was simply trying to pull something, or if she had some relation to that prince.

She introduced herself as a thrall of Mammon, which Darc figured would explain the altered demon scent she emitted from herself. He knew the probable consequences for angering one of the princes, and though he could've not said anything, his shell said to taunt. "You're pretty screwed then," he said. "If what this pixie says is true, then you won't be able to do your job, will you?" he smirked. "I'd be worried..." oddly, he found himself wondering what could prevent an angel passage to heaven. God? Unless she did something that would be unacceptable, he didn't see that happening. Then... if the same thing happened to hell, how would he get back? Too much things to worry about, really. As long as he didn't get caught by humans, he didn't need to warry about dying here.

He found his eyes lazily drawing to Shirin's tail.... he had noticed that this was doing more talking than she in certain aspects. He could tell the thought of being denied entrance to heaven upset her, just by looking at the pattern of her tail. After observing the tail for a minute, he realized the exact part that he was observing happened to be in front of a certain area he'd rather not be caught looking towards, so he pulled his gaze away immediately upon the discovery. He coughed into his hand, began to speak, yet was cut off by sameone who just seemed to walk up to them without reason. He gave a glance to Shirin, whose body language indicated subconcious tension, much like when she addressed the angel that was still hiding behind the tree at this point. He figured that this person must've been an angel, and sighed. "Why the hell are you acting so casual? Are you the one that did this? Answer me!" Darc commanded. He was getting uncomfortable by the demon to angel ratio here, and this guy seemed way too laidback about the situation for him.

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Character Portrait: Shirin Character Portrait: Darc Character Portrait: Palmira Character Portrait: Verst Character Portrait: Ayden Sofia Character Portrait: Garll

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Ayden did not know what to do. One minute she had bumped into someone and was peacefully observing from behind a tree, the next, the boy was with her being... well, friendly. She looked at him blankly before nodding quietly, she did not know who he was but he seemed honest enough... right? Or maybe he was just pretending to be nice to gain some trust? Either way, she appreciated the thought any-

wait a minute.

She blinked at the empty space beside her. She could have sworn that he was standing there a minute ago...

"So what are we going to do about this thing then?"

She looked and looked again, then squeaked upon seeing where he had gone. He had walked right over to the 3 strangers! what on earth was he thinking!

Without thinking, she rushed over, intent on grabbing him and pulling him back. They could not trust these strangers! She barely knew they boy, but she would feel guilty if she let him go waltzing into a trap. She barely even heard the foreign voice in her mind telling her they "may come over" and whether or not they were too, "blank". Her mind was too panicked to process anything...

But, unfortunately for her, it was too late. By the time she reached him, the accusations had already begun.

"Why the hell are you acting so casual? Are you the one that did this? Answer me!" The tanned one... the one with the dark aura was firing at the dark haired boy.

Ayden almost squeaked in surprise, ducking behind his (Verst's) toned shoulders at an attempt to get out of view. She did not like it when people raised their voice. It kind of scared her a little. Her thoughts were distracted, however, as she felt someone's gaze, watching from afar. Automatically, her body tensed more, feeling another dark Aura nearby. Although her mind switched off to any openings when she was indeed this panicked, her senses were at least heightened.

Glancing up, she froze, spotting a figure on the roof.

Everything about him seemed angry and unreal... the way his wings spread all large and ruling, his tail flicking out defensively behind him. Even his claws were impressive... large, sharp things, probably capable of ripping you to shreds in around half a second.

Her eyes wondered back to his face, lilac stare wondering what exactly he was doing there.

Her eyes fell on his face.

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"I wasn't intending to offend, and I'm sure it's entirely possible for the angelics to be shallow. Unsurprising, even. It just strikes me as an amusing concept." she explained to the angel, seeing little point in remaining hostile toward her. As far as she could tell the girl was in the same sort of situation as her and the other demon, so getting into a tussle was not going to achieve much. She was not really equipped to as she was, anyway.

Her previously diplomatic attitude was shattered however at the remarks from Darc toward her.

"What is your problem?" Palmira growled, narrowing her eyes.
"I have committed NO sort of offense towards you and you seem to content to first condescend to me, and then the sheer spitefulness to make light of the possibility of me being tortured to death by one of the princes of hell? Does that amuse you?! Perhaps if you tihnk it is so funny I shall tell Mammon that I became delayed by your actions and we can both suffer, see if it will be so amusing to you on the receiving end!"

She never really expected much from her kin. Those she did meet were generally simply thieves that she had to repel so she hardly ran into the worst, but even so she was not prepared to have someone joking about the violent and bloody fate that might await her, especially when she'd done nothing to provoke such spite. Perhaps she was being sensitive, but she couldn't tolerate this continuing, not when she was already inwardly fretting over what might await her on her return below.

Distracted as she was, the arrival of the other creatures came as something of a surprised as she gazed over them. Two more angels, neither of which appeared much up for a fight. One appeared curiously unconcerned by the situation. The other saw fit to hide behind the first. The female demon repressed her distaste at seeing an immortal behaving like an infant in the face of others. Was this the best that heaven had to offer?

She was dwelling on the when the heavy scent of demon nearby caught her attention, stronger than that of the rude youth. She looked round, searching for the source, struggling somewhat as her eyes remained unaccustomed to the light of the sun. She had spent so many years in the gloom that she struggled to adapt.

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This man turned and yelled at him. "Well im calm because there is not need to be upset at anything." He then felt something tug at his shoulder. He looked back to see that the girl was tugging on his should to hide behind it. "Everything's okay they are not going to hurt you." He turned and looked at everyone. "I am going to assume that you are all in this location because you felt the same thing I did?" He had his hands in the air making seeming random motions. Verst looked back at the girl. "Oh yea, by the way my name is Verst, its nice to meet you all." he said with a straight face. He was concerned for the well being of the girl but the others in front of him where more pressing. A word rang out in his head as he looked at every single person. Demon, angel. He reached back on the opposite shoulder and ran his hand down the shoulder blade. Something still felt like it was missing. "As for you all im not sure but I can't remember a single thing." He smiled. "This day is going to be a lot more pronounce than i'd like it to be."

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Darc found Palmira's outburst to be slightly entertaining. He had a mild theory on what could've been causing all of this, so his jest was to be followed by said theory before he noticed the others bursting onto the scene. Darc disliked the answer he was given by the newcomer that had apparently become the shield for the female angel hiding behind him. It more or less seemed like a blur to Darc. The angelic boy introducing himself as "Verst" and claimed to feel just like they did or something. Not only that, but then a supposed demon, who was the source of a scent he had been smelling faintly had introduced himself as Garll. An annoyed looked appeared upon his face as Palmira introduced herself. Not because he hated her or anything, but just because he was getting tired of all the and introductions that were apparently set on repeat.

Dante looked at each and everyone of them for a second before moving on to the next. He looked at their eyes, and took in their facial features before sighing and, raising his clawed hand to his scalp and clenching somewhat tightly onto it, began to speak a bit louder and a bit more pissed off. "Okay, I swear if someone else pops out of here and acts casual, I'm going to leave," he stated. "Now everyone just shut up for a minute and listen, because we are all confused, and we are all unsure of why we can't remember shit!" he took a deep breath in, and removed his hand from his head and set it towards Palmira's general direction. "Now, unless any of you are deaf, Palmira is a thrall of a demon prince. She also can't apparently take a joke, but that's besides the point," he coughed.

"Anyways, I digress. Now, demon princes... As we should all mildy be aware of, tend to have abilities that most others cannot comprehend, nor hope to ever achieve. So, judging by our lack of memory, the fact we're all guided here and just because Palmira mentioned it, we might be receiving some sort of punishement from either Mammon or one of the other ones," an unlikely one, but Darc could see them thrusting these beings to Earth and preventing them escape nor their memory of what they did. He didn't see himself pissing off one of them, but.... it's a theory.

"In any case, it's better to assume that we didn't just all wake up without memory and all happen to somehow 'feel' our way to each other," he stated. His claw clentched as his theory ran over in his head. Under no other circumstances would he believe such a thing, but he had nothing else to go on. And what was this ringing in his ear? He couldn't tell. "You're all welcome to throw suggestions out as well, but I find that one most supported. Then again, I'm not sure exactly the extent of the powers that each of those demons hold, so sue me if I get it wrong,"

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Darc had his eyes shut so that he could take in all of Palmira's information. He juggled it around in his mind, ignoring he less... informative comment on his humor and instead focusing his brainpower on removing any unlikely conclusions from his head. When she spoke about Lucifer, his eyes opened. That had to be it! That bastard had done something to them!...But why? That was probably why they couldn't remember anything, so they didn't know what they did. But that wasn't really probable, due to angels also being affected by it, now that he thouht about it better. Was he able to manipulate the minds of angels as well? He sighed, just now noticing Garll's hostile stance and hearing the growl.

Darc gave him an uninterested look. He wasn't intimidated by the pretty boy, nor would he even be intimidate by anyone! That was for weaklings! He was a bit jealous of this dragon though. He knew by scent, of course. Dragons... they were some of the more luckier of species. The ability to diguise yourself in a human's skin? They were greatly envied by the other demons that could not accomplish such a feat...and by Darc. Darc, with his half-human, half-dragon look about him was horrible. In both worlds he was shunned. He disliked this man already and didn't feel like giving him any of his breaths. Though, he did grunted in dissatisfaction of the apology the man gave afterwards. What kind of demon lets himself apologize? Was he weak? There's something Darc couldn't ever imagine himself doing in a million years! How oblivious he was to the fact that before all of this, he was doing it regularly.... But that knowledge was not with him, so he couldn't scoff at that idea just yet.

"Like I sad... it's only a theory and it's better than nothing," he sighed. "The question now is: What the hell do we do?" that was probably the most important question of all. They were here, now what? Would they need to slay each other? No, that wasn't it. Why were they even put on Earth? Guess that'd be answered in due time somehow. Maybe. Hopefully. He was thinking that way and watching everyone closely when he noticed.....

Why was there an even number of angels and demons? Why was there an even number of each gender? Was this some sort of ritual? His mind struck something he did NOT like.... and it mad his tanned face just slightly redder on the cheeks. He wasn't going to announce his newfound theory, he was going to mention it at all!

What the hell?! That's... sick! Who put us up to this! I will not stand for it!.... I'd rather die! I will not be a part of your breeding selections!

He protested rather furiously as if he was speaking to someone in his head. He wouldn't let them do this... then suddenly, he realized he was probably overreacting to this thought. It definetly served no purpose to force people of different species to mate. Did it? He found himself unsure as to what to do next, and he tried to stop thinking about that unholy and unwanted thought. Not that the first part was something he didn't like......

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"C-can I make a suggestion?"

Ayden squeaked, peering out from over the boy's shoulder. Although she did not trust these guys, you'd have to be an idiot not to see the potential harm that could happen if a fight were to break out.

She tried to ignore the degrading look that the demon princess had shot her, smiling a little at the dark haired boy who had tried to inform her that they would not harm her...

It's not that she didn't believe him, per se, it was just that she could feel which way this was headed, the heated emotions so intense it was almost burning. She tried to ignore it, focusing on extinguishing those flames, as to calm the situation down, if even for a little...

At least her power had some use... although she hated it most of the time.

She felt their anger subsiding, settling into a mellow space.

"S-since it was inevitable that we were brought together... perhaps we will find out why we are here in much the same way?"

She tried not to settle them too intensely, she knew the way in which anger often subsided, so it would seem as if it happened naturally.

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