forum The Angel and the Demon - Soulmates? // OxO // Closed

Started May 02, 2020 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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This is a repost of an old RP

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Angels and Demons are kept apart for a reason. They are as different as different can be. Light to Shadow. Yin and yang. Rules and emotion.

Heaven, the domain of the Angels, is ruled by strict laws. Jobs before playtime, community before self.

Hell, the domain of the Demons, is the opposite. Rules don't exist. Everyone is governed by their emotions, what they feel like doing.

Both are good and bad, right and wrong. They have been locked in a battle for centuries. Eons. Since time began, maybe even before.

If you are kicked out of one, for whatever reason, you are sent to Earth, the land of humans, to live until the king of your realm deems it right for you to return. Earth is seen as sort of an in-between place, where Angels go to be corrupted and Demons go to be purified.

But the king, a man(?) spoken of only in myth and legend, has come forth. He is the father of the kings of Heaven and Hell, and he is tired of this conflict. He has created bonds between the Angels and the Demons.

Soulmates.

It has thrown the two realms into utter chaos. No more fighting, but confusion and anger instead, as Angels and Demons are drawn to each other, and slowly begin to try to recover from the battles, put aside anger and hatred, and learn to love.

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Rules

• All of andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rules apply
• There will be dark themes, so mature RPers only please
• This is gay, no exceptions. If you can't RP male characters, then don't join
• I am the Angel, you will be the Demon
• I reserve the right to say no

Templates will be posted when someone joins

May I join?

Can I see a sample first, please?

Rhapsody noticed the strangeness of their situation in that moment. They could be arrested for having a guitar. But they didn’t bother blending in. Rhapsody still looked like an old musician from days past, just trying to get a gig. Lola looked like she stopped for a smoke in an alleyway on her way to Woodstock. They looked like how they probably would’ve any other day before. Except now, with the risk of death over their heads. People could be cruel.

I just wanna walk, right out of this world. Cause everybody has a Poison Heart…

She darted out, standing on top of a rock in the middle of a busy square. She could barely hear herself over the blood rushing in her ears. She wasn’t sure what it was. Fear? Adrenaline? Excitement? Bliss? Rebellion? Who knew? But it was strong. Her heart pounded in her throat. She wasn’t sure if she really was breathing. She felt like the rock under her feet vanished and she was floating. She couldn’t tell what was and wasn’t real. She tried to bring herself to reality, but failing.

The sweat from exerting herself. The crisp fall air. Somebody’s coffee.

The neck of her guitar. The air flitting around her, lifting her up. The warmth she felt where she always through her soul might be.

Her own voice, booming like she had never sung so loudly, so confidently. The chords coming from her guitar, loud and strong and smooth. Confused voices from below.

She felt miles away from everything. She felt like barely existing. Like she was a ghost with a loud voice, sending away the bad spirits like sage and salt. She felt like she was mist and air and light. Like she was only there for a fleeting moment. Like she couldn’t be touched. Like she was no longer a physical being. Like giddiness and childhood joy. Like fire and fury. She was an incantation, a spell, a charm, a chant.

She felt like Magic.

“Frankie, stop fucking thirsting.”

Frankie elbowed Sebastian in the side, glaring at her friend. “Fuck off, Seb, you were practically ready to suck off-”

“Okay!” Sebastian said, holding up his hands. “Shutting up now! Thirst over Joan all you want!”

“Could you be any louder?” Frankie asked, rolling her eyes at him. “And I’m not thirsting.”

“Ah, yes, because staring and hiding your blush behind your flannel is totally not thirsting.”

“Fuck off!”

Sebastian laughed. “So, we raising hell tonight?”

“Obviously.” She said, opening her bag enough to show she had the thick, almost ancient grimoire they found in their spot a few years back. It was quickly decided it would never be left unattended.

Sebastian smiled mischievously, leg bouncing. “Any idea what to do?”

“Can we figure it out later? We can't do shit if we get detention.”

((My writing has two modes, I tried to get one passage of each))

Name:
Nicknames:
Gender and sexuality:
Age (appears and actual):
Species:
Looks:
Other:

Name: Cael Tornfeather
Nicknames: Kay
Gender and sexuality: Male, gay
Age (appears and actual): Appears to be somewhere between 18 and 22. Actual age is roughly 100 ish
Species: Angel
Looks: Cael is about 5'5", and very slender. He appears almost feminine sometimes, body shape wise, though he is solidly male. He has light, golden hair, that reaches to about his chin in length, and fair skin with a light scattering of freckles. His eyes are a tawny golden color, and almost seem to glow. He has a beautiful, bewitching smile, when he chooses to show it. His wings are pure white, at the bottom they turn just a little tiny shade darker. They are crippled, though, and he cannot fly very far or very fast. When he chooses to hide them, like any Angel on Earth can, they turn into tattoos that take up his whole back. He has scars scattered across his body, but no tattoos other than what his wings become.
Other:

Name: Sebastian Vilian
Nicknames: Seb
Gender and sexuality: Male, gay
Age (appears and actual): Appears to be about 19 or 20. Is actually 112 and a half (he won't let you forget the half)
Species: Demon
Looks: Black hair falling a little past his shoulder (he likes to hide behind it), and soft gray eyes that he just can't make intimidating for the life of him. His skin is fair, but littered with small random scars and bruises he doesn't remember getting. He's a bit on the scrawny side, and can't find anything tight-fitting to save his life, no matter what skinny jean-band tee-leather jacket combo he tries. He's eternally pissed by his "baby face", but he's learned to use it to his advantage.
Other: He's basically a kid trying to be intimidating. It doesn't really work. He is also a little obsessed with rock n roll. It started out as curiosity (did adult humans really think this was connected to demons?) but he ended up loving the outlet it gave him and found he always felt happiest in a mosh pit or hearing loud guitars. His favorite band is Skid Row, because he shares a name with the lead singer.

(yup!)

Cael had headed to one of the bars near his home. He had been here on Earth for perhaps two months now, and had managed to establish himself fairly well. He had a job and an apartment, along with the necessary items for living. And the bar would be fun, he told himself. He could meet new people.

Sebastian was up near the small stage at the back, watching the local band play. He had to admit, they were good. He'd bet anything they would make it. He smiled slightly at the lead singer (he was kinda cute), before turning to watch the small young lady shredding on guitar. He leaned against the small table he was at, zoning out a bit to the music.

(How close should they have to be before the glowing starts?)

Cael ordered a drink, using the ID he had gotten created during his first week here, after finding out just how necessary they were for life here on Earth. He took a sip of the drink as he listened to the band play.

((Maybe like…5 feet? idk-))

Sebastian hummed along to the song, getting up to get a drink from the bar, not thinking about the warm feeling growing in his chest.

(perfect. gtg now tho sorry)

Cael frowned a little bit when his chest grew warmer, and he glanced down at himself, but didn't notice anything amiss. Yet. It was just a matter of time.