Hiiiiiii! I'm currently really bored and writing a story on angels. I'm gonna use the ideas of this roleplay for my story. If that's ok. So there's gonna be a war between the angels and the demons, you can choose what side you want to be on. Instead of the demons being pig-like creatures with horns, they are fallen angels, humans with scars on their backs from having their wings ripped out. The character's ages can range from 12-34, (but they are immortal.) ROMANCE IS ALLOWED! So is swearing.
My character:
Will Heartman
Demon
Male
19
6'4
Looks: Wears black ripped jeans with a black cotton shirt. Black combat boots.
Personality: has flashbacks from when he was an angel and of his girlfriend who was also an angel. Loves to make humans suffer, witty, strong, flirty, and a playboy.
Character:
Patience Gordmen
Angel
Female
18
5'6
Looks: Rich dark skin with a satin look. Round crystal gems accent her brown eyes. With a perfectly structured face and a slim/strong build to her body. She wears a perfectly fit silver chest plate and a white battle dress. She has a soft glow about her.
Personality: Fierce. Doesn't like anyone who doesn't play by the rules. Will not let someone suffer. Grace hangs over her head.
Character:
Faray Lenin
Fallen Angel - Black wings with feathers that are falling out
23
6'2"
Looks: Mussy russet hair and fierce blue eyes, defensive posture, always looks ready to run
Personality: Tired of everything he has seen, he just wants the fighting and carnage to stop. He tries his best to protect people, but it is hard when both sides scorn him. A healer at heart, he is good at defending himself. Doesn't truly have a side in the war, will do what he has to.
Patience sneaking around the beautiful landscape once again to the beautiful glowing gate of heaven's door. She felt the weight of her holy sword weight down her cautious footsteps. The coolness of the air pushed her forward.
As she slowed her silent rush upon the gate, she surveyed her surroundings. She went up to touch the gates heavy metal latch when something caught her eye from below.
Faray was running. He didn't know when he had last stopped. He could feel the scorching breath of the hounds on his heels. Feel the weight of their hungry stares. If he looked behind him he would see wolves the size of horses, with flames flitting through their black fur. The faint hiss as acidic drool hits the ground, and the thudding of claws digging trenches in the dirt. Faray was running. Soon he would have to stop. He couldn't stop.He continued running across the landscape. He could take on one or two hounds, but three would flank him and tear his throat out. He kept running.
Patience, being curious, lifted the latch and felt the glory serge through her as she made contact. She swung the gate open to accommodate her wingspan. She stretched out her dove like wings to their complete reach and felt the new air rushing inside her lungs as she felt free once again. She hadn't stretched like that in ages. Her last time doing something like this was many years ago. She wanted to glide around again and feel weightless but not just from flight, from her burnens too. However, that thing below tugged at her curiosity. Should she investigate?
The howling of the hounds signalled the excitement of the hunt. They were getting closer to Faray. The barking could be heard in both heaven and hell. Demons smiled at the thought of the dogs feasting, angles shook their heads mournfully. Faray was getting tired.
The thought of finding someone new almost drove her downwards but, she heard something.
Was it screaming? No. Barking? Yes.
She heard the sound of demon wolves on the hunt. What were they after? Another angel of course. She has heard of these killings many times before. They would attack the angels sent on missions, but it didn't really matter when they died it seem like, because another would be sent in their place to complete where the others had left off.
But it matters to her, it always did. So, like that, she took off, hoping she was not too late.
Wingbeats far behind him alert Faray to an angel approaching. Cursing under his breath, he pushes himself harder. Being interrogated sucks, demons do physical pain, but angels. Angels do psychological. That is a far worse fate than being torn apart by hounds.
She felt the adrenaline pushing her harder then ever to help this soal. She promised herself she would save them. She felt her glory filling the night with a soft glow. She was a shooting star to any looking at her with a naked eye. She needed to go faster.
She dove lower and gained speed. Going at an amazing pace she finally saw them, the wolfs following a defenceless angel. She broke her aerodynamic formation in order to retrieve her sword. The flames of the wolves barely lit up what she was seeing. They were lowly lit on the backs of the wolves, barely clinging on at the speed they're going chasing him down. Why doesn't he fly away? Has he been hurt already?
She was in swinging distance of the back of the pack when something occurred to her, why isn't he glowing?
