forum Angel/Devil rp

Started March 05, 2018 by @@sTRAYKEYS

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( Nathaniel Windsor
Angel
Male
13
5'4"
Main flaw: Unable to fly *he had an injury when he was young
Naive
Invalid Character here's his half finished page)

Nathaniel shot arrow after arrow into the enemy's army, none of which seeming to hit their mark. He kept running and trying to aim, fire, and hit at the same time. He stumbled and almost fell, panting from exhaustion. Why had he thought he could join this battle? He had nowhere near enough training. He watched the army come closer helplessly, holding his bow limply in his hand. His bent wings drooped on his back.

Within the Shadowlands, Faray's blue eyes snap open, and he starts to run. As the scenes fly past him, he sees an angel with bent wings, fighting a hoard. He slips through the shadows, and comes out in front of the Angel, blade already drawn. Singing, the blade whistles through the air, cutting through the first of many. Faray fights for this Angel's life, even knowing the ridicule he will gain for his black wings.

Nathaniel's eyes widened as an angel with dark wings jumped in front of him, his heart racing. He raised his bow with shaking arms and pitifully continued trying to fire it, gasping for breath and not hitting anyone. Normally, he was fairly good with a bow, but a real battle was much different than training sessions. His palms became clammy as he realized he was fighting for his life.

Eventually, Faray cuts down the last enemy, and turns his gaze to the Angel before him, blue eyes still faintly glowing with the battle-lust. His sword is lowered, but not sheathed, and dripping with blood.

Nathaniel looked up at the taller angel and bowed politely. "Thank you for helping me sir. How can I ever repay you?" He seemed to not even notice that Faray's wings were different. Even if he had, who was he to say anything? His own wings were different as well.

For a moment, surprise flashes in the Fallen's gaze. "I helped because I have no reason to want more bloodshed, and do not call me sir. You can repay me by keeping the meeting to yourself." As he turns, he calls to Nathaniel, "My name is Faray." Then he walks into a shadow, seemingly dissipating.

The young angel watched his savior leave, confused. He hoped he hadn't offended Faray by calling him sir, that was just what he'd been taught was polite. And why wouldn't he want their meeting to be shared? He stood in silence for a moment before looking around for anyone he recognized