"So look me in the eyes, tell me what you see
Perfect paradise, tearin' at the seams
I wish I could escape it, I don't wanna fake it
Wish I could erase it, make your heart believe"
I wanna do either an angelxhuman or an angelxdemon rp
Either bxg, gxg or bxb
I'm gonna be the angel either way
Hiya!
(hi hi hi!
wanna join?)
If I could, yes!
(absolutely!
would you like to be a human or a demon?
and would you like straight, lesbian or gay?)
(I'll go for a demon, and as for sexuality I don't mind)
(do you mind choosing? it just dictates what gender i make my chara)
(Sure thing, let's do lesbian)
Name:
Age: (they're not entirely immortal, but they are old. do their real age but also the age they look)
Gender:
Sexuality:
Species:
Appearance: (real)(detailed, no links unless described)
Appearance: (disguised)(detailed, no links unless described)
Style: (day-to-day clothing)
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Powers: (most angels and demons have at least one special power, like fire or healing)
Other:
Name: Aya (eye-yah) Daniels
Age: She’s almost 100 million years old, but she looks 18
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight, it’s all she’s known
Species: Angel
Appearance: Aya has pale skin with a few, almost unnoticeable freckles. Her eyes are a stunning blue with white specks in them. Her hair is ankle length and a pale pink. She has large angel wings, of which their size rival the archangels’.
Appearance: Aya has pale skin with a few, almost unnoticeable freckles. Her eyes are a stunning blue with white specks in them. Her hair is a light brown with natural platinum streaks through it. It is about mid-back length and always in a variation of a bun (very similar to her real appearance but with noticeable differences).
Style: Aya typically wears pale pink dresses with medium pink knee-high boots.
Personality: Kind, caring, worrying, naïve, trusting
Likes: Being an angel, being on earth, your character
Dislikes: Most demons, evil people
Powers: Powerful healing and light magic
Other:
(bloop?)
((oh my god I'm so sorry, my exams are doing me in))
Enough?
Name: Chtayas
Age: (they're not entirely immortal, but they are old. do their real age but also the age they look) 7026, looks early 20s
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Unspecified
Species: Demon
Appearance: (real)(detailed, no links unless described) willowy (slim, curvy, long), sort of spider-like and tall (about 5'9), smooth black skin, one patch of cracked/burned skin on her stomach and left side, frizzy thick shoulder-length black hair, big fiery gold eyes, long slanted nose and full crimson lips
Appearance: (disguised)(detailed, no links unless described) same body type, matt skin, freckles, regal features (high cheekbones, pronounced chin, full lips, sharp jawline), same nose, hair and eyes
Style: (day-to-day clothing) tattered burgundy tunic, bangles, barefoot. As a human this becomes a burgundy sheath dress, the bangle and brown soft leather slip-on ankle boots, and she wears a black elastic headband
Personality: bitter, condescending and judgemental, very cheeky and cunning. Much prefers a thought-through, planned approach to things. Easily irritable and usually open about it. Is actually quite trusting and honest about most things, but if you blatantly break her trust you're never getting it back. She's not afraid of being held responsibe but she rarely apologizes.
Viciously protective if you've ever helped her. If you manage to get past her wall of anger, she's the type to love completely and unconditionally. She'll defend and protect you in any way she physically/mentally can and is utterly ruthless when her protective side comes out.
Likes: people, attention, noise and light, wide open spaces, being right, has to constantly be doing something, politics
Dislikes: her one fear is being left alone, silence,
Powers: Umbrakinesis
Other:
A girl teetered on the edge of a bridge. She knew that there was hard ground at the bottom, and she was relying on that fact. With only the moon lighting up her body, she let herself fall. She landed on the ground in a fall that would kill immediately.
"Why can't I die, Chtayas?" The girl asked as she stood up, completely unharmed by the fall.
(yeah, she's cool)
In a crackling cloud of red Chtayas appeared at Aya's side. She was sat cross-legged on the ground in her human form, glaring at the angel.
"What do you think you're doing?" she snapped.
"I'm trying to die. Is it not obvious?" Her eyes glinted in the moonlight. "I thought it might be easier in human form, but apparently not. Oh, how I wish to die. To leave this world."
Chtayas clicked her tongue against the pallet of her open mouth, coldly studying Aya. "You are a holy being, Aya," she sniped after a pause. "You do not have the right to die. Besides, why die when you look the way you do? There are so many men waiting to be taunted, dear angel."
Aya looked up to the sky, her brown hair slowly growing and turning pale pink as wings appeared in her back. "Of course I look like this. We were created to be the most beautiful beings in the world. It is a curse."
"I think not. If you dispelled your self-pity," Chtayas started, getting to her feet and approaching Aya, "you would see the beauty of our condition. Free to roam, free to live, to be as we are without consequence. It is not a curse if many would kill for it."
"Oh, but you have not seen the things Father has done. The things he has created. Not through my eyes. It was horrid."
A quiet growl sounded from deep in Chtayas's throat. "You think what you have seen is horrid, Aya? You live in a world of clouds and light, and I in a pit of fire. You have learned nothing in your years if you think the worst of this world is shown to your delicate kind rather than us demons," she spat. Then, collecting herself and switching to her natural form. "But that does not take away from the blessing we have been given. The freedom outweighs the horror."
Aya's breath caught in her throat. She was terrified, but she didn't let it show. Sure, she and Chtayas for many millennia, but she still found herself scared of the demon from time to time.
Chtayas took a moment to study Aya: this innocent, desperate being who had given herself to Chtayas was perplexing, and yet her purity was such to soften the heart of even a demon.
Keeping her expression coldly impassive, Chtayas caused the area around them both to darken, hiding Aya's natural form darkness.
"I suggest you return to your realm before a mortal sees you," she suggested in an ever-so-slightly kind tone.
Aya blushed, and a glow emitted from her skin. "It is midnight, dear demon," She replied softly. "No mortal would be out at this time. If they knew what was good for them, I suppose. Why does the idea intrude your thoughts?"
1692, Massachusetts. But Chtayas did not bring that event to the conversation, would it be for dispelling what she'd seen from her memory or not admitting the worry she felt for Aya.
She simply placed a smooth black hand on the creature's wing, lowering it and tucking it behind the angel's back. "Heed my advice, angel. You will be safer with your brethren than down here."