forum And the Brightest Burned (Closed)

Started July 22, 2019 by VictoryOchre

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Hello! This is a sort of reattempt at a role play that I tried that didn’t really take off. It’s somewhat serious and detailed, but it should also be a lot of fun. Here’s a brief summary:

“The world is full of magic.
Not the magic that humans are used to—the type performed by cheap, flashy, card-wielding “professionals” on the streets—but actual magic, the kind that’s backed by ethereal forces. There are three types. The first type comes from Heaven (known properly as Heavenloche) and is performed by what many humans have nicknamed “angels” (Angeleyl, in actuality). The second comes from Hell (known properly as Heavenfell; otherwise known as “those that fell out of Heavenloche”) and is performed by “demons” (the Deylfell). The third comes from the wellspring humans have dubbed Purgatory (known properly as Weiside, or “the residence of the dead”) and is performed by human spirits that have escaped/possessed young human offspring.
These three sources of powerful magic have kept the planet Earth functioning behind the veil for years.
And then, in the year 20XX, that changed.”

(To anyone religious looking at this role play in horror, I apologize. I do not mean to imply that any of this is real. It’s simply for fun.)

To those who are interested and kept reading:

I won’t reveal all of the details of the plot (especially the end) now because I do wish for there to be a slight element of surprise to this whole thing, but I was hoping that something like the following would be interesting. Feel free to add your input!

“One of our characters is an Angeleyl; the other is a Deylfell. They are quite set into their lives of daily mischief and miracles until they each suddenly receive word from their respective magical locations about what’s been deemed an emergency. Clever spirits have escaped from Weiside since humanity was brought into existence, but never before has anything else come out with them. That is, until November 8th, 20XX.

Everything seems to go wrong within a week. Entire cities run out of power; brand new cars blow up on the highway; floods ravage small towns; fires suddenly start and transform bakeries, forests, markets, and small islands to ashes. Both Heavenloche and Heavenfell are so panicked that they send out investigators to terminate the source of the problem.

That’s where our characters come into play. In a series of problematic, surprising events, they’re forced to work together. If they don’t, the world they belong to—the planet Earth—may come to an explosive end.”

I really want my character to be an Angeleyl, but I’m willing to negotiate if anyone really wants to play the more holy character.

Also, romance is definitely an option (if anyone feels like they want to mix that into this whole thing). Magic, however, is a guarantee.

Can I??? This is so damj cool!!

Sorry for taking so long to reply! I was asleep.
I’m so happy that you’re interested! Do you have any ideas about your character?
Here’s some extra info to help-

Magic of the Angeleyl:

• Nature
• Sleep
• Healing
• Blessings
• Weather
• Protection
• Romance
• Feelings
• Body

Magic of the Deylfell:

• Toxic
• Fire
• Sickness
• Curses
• Weather
• Tracking/Hunting
• Romance
• Feelings
• Mind

Angeleyl

• Strengths- They’re generally good with human beings, although they often tend to avoid directly getting involved in human affairs (they don’t like to be seen); most are patient and have an eye for helping the unfortunate
• Weaknesses- Because they did not Fall, they see themselves as superior beings and often overestimate their abilities; they are also quite prejudiced; they are good in battle, but are not so good at letting go of the past
• Extra- Their wings are in colorful yet more relaxed shades, like rose gold, auburn, tawny, etc.
• IMPORTANT- All Angeleyl will have one type of magic and one identifying feature (like freckles in constellations or glowing fingertips)

Deylfell

• Strengths- They are very smart, and a lot are less “evil” and more just thoroughly curious beings; in terms of magic, they are very powerful; many have a certain style that makes them interesting, whether it be in terms of fashion or hobbies
• Weaknesses- Many are still upset about their Fall (even though many won’t talk about it as a bad thing); some can unintentionally come off as harsh people; quite a few are also prejudiced towards the Angeleyl cause they see themselves as more knowledgeable; teamwork usually isn’t their strong suit
• Extra- All of the Fallen have charred wings, meaning that they may or may not be able to fly; they Fall when they involve themselves in certain sinful acts (anything ranging from using forbidden magic to hurting human beings unnecessarily to stirring up havoc in Heavenloche)
• IMPORTANT- All Deylfell will have the opposite type of magic that they did when they were an Angeleyl (meaning if they used to have nature powers, they’ll now only be able to use fire magic; if they had healing, they can now only cause sickness) and their identifying mark will be messed up, too (if they had golden, glowing tattoos, then those markings would now be inky black)

If you have any questions/concerns about these two character types, the plot, etc. then please, please ask! It’d be hard to do this sort of thing if some stuff just isn’t clear, you know?
I find it helps sometimes to save some info in your notes so that way you can take a peek at it when you’re making a character/about to start. I actually do that with character charts, too (which I will send if you’re still interested after reading all of that).

Erm… stalk? I don’t think I know what that means in this sense.

I got too excited to wait to post this character sheet, so here it is!

Name-
Age- (if necessary)
Gender/Pronouns-
Hint of Backstory- (this is basically just here to make sure it’s not forgotten)
Personality Description-
Likes/Dislikes-
Favorite Food-
Physical Description-
Favorite Outfit/Style-
Extra Features- (like wings, sharp teeth, etc.)
Weapon/Magic-
Any Extra Facts-

I think that about covers it!

This is such a well thought out idea!! I do love it except o just have a couple questions:

1. Can they have more than one type of magic?
2. If my kid had constellations across their body etc., what would it look like as a Deylfell?

They can’t have more than one type of magic. I don’t know if you saw this part (and I don’t blame you if you didn’t; there was a lot of info), but all of the Deylfell have magic opposite of what they originally did back when they were still in Heavenloche.

If your kid had constellations all over their body as an Angeleyl, they might have scars in that pattern or burn wounds as a Deylfell.

Any other questions? I’m so glad you enjoy the idea!

Erm… stalk? I don’t think I know what that means in this sense.

(The most common meaning of ‘stalk’ in notebook.ai would be to just follow the discussion without posting anything)

Instead of scars, can my kid have black tattoo like markings in that formation?

Oh, ok, Altrince. Feel free to do that!!

Sure, @CW_StarkSpangledBanner ! Although as a little note: you can make your character look whatever age you want, but technically since they’re magic and all that they could be thousands of years old. Mine might be around the early twenties in looks? Is that alright, or would you prefer younger/older?

Yeah that's fine, I was going to use a character I havent worked with a lot, and she is 23

Alright! I’ll finish my character in a bit and send them your way!

Ok

Name- Sariel (just Sariel; if a human were to ask, however, they’d politely say it was Sara Yel)
Age- Unspecified
Gender/Pronouns- Technically, they don’t have a gender; they do like to go by they/them to represent this
Hint of Backstory- Sariel has been one of Heavenloche’s most loyal yet reasonable members for thousands and thousands of years. In the very beginning of their time on the planet Earth, they went around and helped so many with their own herbs that they were known as one of “the great healers”. They were also considered by humans eventually to be an angel of death, although this is not necessarily true. Their proper given title is Sariel, Angeleyl Archis (or Archangel, as humans like to say), Great Bringer of Life, Pillar of Wisdom, Owner of Yel’s Plant Nursery in America. Truthfully, that last part is the only part that had a big role of their life in the decade leading up to 20XX. Yel’s Plant Nursery is right next to where they live, and it is a somewhat strange place.
Personality Description- Sariel has been around for long enough that they understand how people work. They are reserved, proper, intelligent, and often stuck in both their own head and ways. Sometimes, though, if in the right mood, they can be quite fun to be around.
Likes- Flying around with their wings has always been a beloved pastime of theirs. Gardening, of course, is another—and quite possibly their most obvious—pastime, but they also enjoy partaking on a stroll.
Dislikes- Their dislikes range from cruel human beings to bad doctors to chemical pesticides. On their nerves recently have been customers that shop for hours and hours and don’t actually buy anything. Deep oceans and hot spas have always bothered them, but they don’t like to admit why.
Favorite Food- Eating is not their favorite thing in the world. Certain teas are decent to them, as are soups, salads, and well-seasoned vegetable plates. Their favorite food, however, is for sure eclairs. They had a coffee one once and have never been the same.
Physical Description- Someone once told them they looked “mixed”. They’ve never been able to figure out what that meant. Sariel has skin that’s somewhere in between light and dark, an androgynous face (well, mostly; they’ve been called she/her/ma’am/miss more often than they’ve been associated with human males) with a wider nose, dark eyebrows, black, fluffy hair that curls out and ends just above their shoulders, and a smattering of uneven freckles across their face. Their lips are full and their cheeks dusted with a natural blush of sorts, but most noticeable is their eyes. Their irises are their identifying feature; they literally glow in a peculiar shade that could only be summed up by the words “metallic, light, holy champagne”, and each has no pupil. As for their body, there’s not really much there to notice. They aren’t curveless, but they don’t have a feminine shape, either. One could describe their body as strong with a touch of softness.
Favorite Outfit/Style- In Sariel’s closet are two outfit types only: long, flowing robes of black and long, flowing robes of a cream color, both of which have sleeves that are nicknamed either “trumpet”, “long bell”, or “angel” sleeves. In the Nursery they tend to go barefoot, but if necessary they’ll put on sandals.
Extra Features- With their eyes being the way they are, they can’t see that well. It’s the human equivalent of being nearsighted, basically. Their wings are big things with feathers that range in color from a rich chocolate brown to a warm tawny/caramel tone.
Weapon/Magic- The only weapon they’ve only been able to wield correctly is a dual-bladed staff. Heavenloche was not pleased by their lack of adaptability to other means of fighting; still, they granted them that exact weapon as a means of protecting themselves. Their magic is nature magic (if you couldn’t tell by the Nursery and all that), which allows them to do a variety of things. Most include tending to their plants.
Any Extra Facts- None for right now

Name- Pheonix Fae (she took the last name after learning about the Fae)

Age- (could be 1000s of years old, but looks to be 23

Gender/Pronouns- she identifies as a female but has been mistaken for a male because of her thick body shape

Hint of Backstory- Pheonix wasnt well known in HeavenLoche, but asking the wrong questions can get you noticed. She was curious about the forbidden magics of the Deylfell and their fall from Heavenloche. She asked the wrong person one too many times and next thing she knows, she's falling. Years after she fell, she gained the trust of the other Deylfell and became in of their loyal members. She voiced her opinion on the Angeleyl quite a bit, talking angrily about her fall only because she was curious.

Personality Description- Pheonix can be known as a spitfire, but she prefers tonsay that she forms strong opinions about certain topics. Her heart has been toughened by the years and she doesnt take any crap from anyone.

Likes/Dislikes- Pheonix likes the nights, the autumn season, and the ocean. She cant resist freshly baked breads and pies, and loves the smell of bith hot cocoa and coffee. She doesnt like the way people treat the earth, doesnt like large black dogs and insects, she also doesnt like bright sunny days and winter because it blinds her.

Favorite Food- she is able to survive by eating once a month or so, so she doesnt really eat much. She likes to.drink and sample different drinks so she is always at the nearby cafe grabbing a warm drink, or getting a slice of fresh bread or fresh pie at the local bakery.

Physical Description- https://pin.it/vvu3vgscgus7m5 (she looks like this), had dyed purple and red hair, dark green eyes, is around 5'8" and has a soft hour glass body shape

Favorite Outfit/Style- https://pin.it/ei4kgif32fddcb

Extra Features- Pheonix has pointed teeth, not sharp enough to rip through skin, but pointed enough that her smile looks a little scart. She has most of her wings intact from her fall and can still use them, but too much flying tired her.

Weapon/Magic- Pheonix is skilled with a bow and arrow as well as skilled in using knives of various lengths. She has the magic to control the weather and sometimes uses the wind to assist her in flying. She had golden marking all over her body in the shape of the 12 astrological signs, but then have since then turned black, some are more of a faded grey

Any Extra Facts- she has a grey and brown cat named Thor and is a fighter

Wonderful! I suppose this means we can get ready to begin soon, yes? I can start if you’d like. For the beginning, I think it’d be best if we started with them receiving the news of the danger separately.

Yep!! I am excited for this Rp

(Sorry if this is a bit long! I do enjoy some detail)

On November 8th, 20XX, the day the world started to officially come to an end, Sariel was alone in the Nursery with a pair of tweezers.

They’d been in one spot for the past hour with a budding plant that seemed to have caught a disease. Rather than toss it out, they’d decided to watch over it, plucking off dead leaves, murmuring words of encouragement to the poor thing. In response, the leafy plant had curled around their nimble fingers limply. They stroked one of its stalks and gave a hopeful smile to the vibrant, bursting hydrangeas, daffodils, and cosmos nearby.

“I think they’re doing quite well, wouldn’t you agree? Getting better for sure. I’d even go as far to say that they’re on the path to recovery.”

Just as they were about to take a break to deal with some incredibly rare, nearly extinct flora in one of their secret upstairs rooms, a bright flash of light like a firework occurred just behind them. They squinted at the figure that stood once the spots in their vision faded.

“Oh, it’s just you, Gabriel.” With a tsk-ing sound, they strode right on past the tall, stony-faced man. “That was quite an entrance. I do hope you’ve come to apologize for trampling my middlemist flower. They are extremely rare, after all. Took a lot of love and care to get it back into a healthy state.”

“We need to talk, Sariel,” said Gabriel seriously. That was him in a nutshell: serious. Too serious, if you asked Sariel.

“I’ll say. You’re stepping on my peonies. Do move aside.”

He didn’t flinch. “This is not a trivial matter. Heavenloche needs your service urgently.”

“Do they, now? Well, that’s quite odd. Heavenloche hasn’t needed my service in quite a while.” They calmly glanced back at Gabriel over their shoulder as they padded on forward in their swishy black robes. “Come on. We can’t talk here. I’ll close up shop, and we can chat over some nice tea upstairs.”

Pheonix grinned at a young woman and held out the black leather book. "I still say this book will entrance you. It is quite the story of lost love and evil Angel's." She said, casually touching one of her pointed teeth. The woman shrugged "fine, if you say it's that good, I'll purchase it." Pheonix clapped happily "Well that's wonderful! Let's head to the counter and I can ring up your purchases." She said, already walking away.

After the woman left, Pheonix sighed and went into the back room to grab a crystal grey feather necklace, a reminder of the wings she had and how they changed. She heard the doorbell chime and called out from the room "Be right there, love!" She hid the necklace back under her bag and went to the front. A young man wearing a black hat was waiting by the counter. She sighed "what do you want?" She asked. The male smirked "angels vs devils by Deyl." He said in a low voice.

Pheonix grinned and threw a random book at him "I'm sorry, we are all out." The man sighed "oh, what a waste." And started heading towards the door. He stopped and turned to face Pheonix and took off his hat. A puff of black and white smoke appeared and twirled around the male in a tornado. Pheonix rolled her eyes and looked at her nails. A few seconds later, the smoke disappeared without a trace and in its place stood a red skinned man in a handsome suit. "Hello love." He said, in a husky voice.

Pheonix sighed and crossed her arms "What do you want Luci?" She asked, facing the shelf behind the counter and looking for a book on how to vanish demons. "Cant I come for a visit without a reason?" He asked, sliding in beside her. Pheonix groaned and pushed him. "Everytime you come, you have an assignment for me to do. I'm not doing it this time." Lucifer stopped smiling and sighed "I'm sorry to do this to you Pheonix, honestly. But I have no other choice. You are the best we have and this matter is too great an issue for an ordinary Deylfell." Phoenix turned towards him about ti say something sarcastic, but once she saw the look on his face she frowned "let me grab my things, we can talk in my apartment."

The great Angeleyl Archis Gabriel, Valiant Knight and Holy Defender of Heavenloche, Bearer of Divine Messages, looked quite out of place in the midst of Sariel’s living room. He sat stiffly on an old yet comfortable brown couch, his jaw working, as the other Angeleyl in the room bustled over with herbal tea in delightful, elegant cups.

“Here you go.”

“I don’t drink tea,” he seethed, then immediately fixed his tone. “Might we talk now?”

“You’re such awful company, Gabriel. Try and lighten up.”

His mouth twitched. “I’m not here to keep you entertained.”

“No kidding.” They took a place up in a cozy armchair with a beige blanket and crossed their legs. “Go on, then. Get it over with.”

“The world’s ending.”

“I know. The best fertilizer in America just went off the market. It’s definitely the end times,” they said wryly.

“No, Sariel.” He leaned forward and rested his hands on his knees. “The world actually seems to be ending. Have you been outside in the last few hours?”

“I haven’t.”

“It’s like Heavenfell out there. Fires, explosions, people dying, the like. Entire cities are being swept underwater by floods. Everyone is going crazy. Robberies have spiked. Fear is rampant.” Gabriel’s shoulders slumped. “You really haven’t felt it? All of the anxiety, the anger… the screaming, the fights, the hatred… it’s… a lot. Too much. Most of the Angeleyl stationed on Earth have retreated to Heavenloche. They can’t take it.”

Suddenly, tea was the last thing on Sariel’s mind. They pursed their lips and took a shuddering breath.

“That’s why I came here,” he murmured, voice suddenly soft, “Michael—sorry, our brother—wanted me to give you a choice. All of you. All of us.”

“He’s alright, then?”

“Michael’s fine.”

“And you?”

Gabriel didn’t answer. In the dim light of the room, they could tell that he wasn’t well. Angeleyl, especially Gabriel, tended to keep themselves looking neat if they could. He looked a mess. His curly black hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, and there were dark smudges under his eyes like bruises. Both of his hands shook whenever he lifted them to rub at his lips, which were terribly chapped. They felt horrible for messing around earlier; clearly, he was barely holding himself together.

“Damnit,” their chest tightened suddenly, making it hard to speak, “you’re spreading yourself thin, aren’t you? You need to rest. Let someone else take over.”

“There are… bigger problems right now,” he pleaded, “Sariel.”

They decided not to pursue it. “This is really bad, then. Whatever’s happening.”

“Yes. That’s why I have to give you this choice. You can stay on Earth, or you can come to Heavenloche with the rest of us.”

“Why would I stay here?”

“To hunt down the thing that’s causing all of this. We know it came over from Weiside. We know vaguely where it is. We know we can track it.”

“But you don’t have anyone to track it. Nobody’s willing to.”

“Right.”

“How many others do you have to go to if I say no, Gabriel?” What they were really asking was something more like, ‘how much more would you have to hurt?’ but he would’ve puffed up if they said so, so they chose their words much more carefully.

“There are a little under ten left that I‘m required to ask.”

“And how many have you already gone to?”

“Three-“ he closed his eyes. “Three hundred and twenty before you.”

“Three hundred and twenty? Gabriel!” they yelped.

“I didn’t want to ask you first. I didn’t want… it’s too dangerous for you to stay here. You have to understand me. Please, please return home. Raphael…” his voice broke. “We sent him down here earlier. He hasn’t returned yet. I don’t know if he’s safe, Sariel. I don’t think he is. We lost contact with him. We can’t- I can’t lose anyone else. Please. I know I gave you a choice, but I had to. Pick the right option.”

“You already know my answer, Gabriel.“

He buried his eyes in the arm of his gray suit top. “I know. I know, Sariel. I know.”

They stood and rested a hand on Gabriel’s shoulder. “Go home, brother. Tell Michael and the others that I’ll find the source of the trouble. I’m going to fix this.”

His hand rose and curled around their wrist. “Please come with me. Come home. It’s been so long.”

“Gabriel.”

“Please, I-“”

“Gabriel,” they said firmly.

And then the serious Angeleyl Archis Gabriel, Valiant Knight and Holy Defender of Heavenloche, Bearer of Divine Messages did a very, very human thing and started to sob, his whole body shaking with the effort of it.

Sariel settled down next to him, wrapped an arm around his back, and silently wished that this wouldn’t be the last time they’d do so.