Stories of Guardian Angels date back centuries; holy, moral, and divine beings watching over humans as they live.
However, holy is not always the case. The Fallen were once a band of young angels, quite unsatisfied with their lives in Heaven. They wished for action and adventure, and were willing to do anything to 'live in the moment'. Unfortunately, this got them in much trouble. After centuries* of warnings and threats, they were exiled, cast down to earth as the Fallen. The angels wings grew dark and useless, but never went away as the roamed the land, and soon after they lost their flight, a proclamation was issued; if the Fallen wanted to return to heaven, they had to serve 900 years as a guardian angel. 899 years have passed, and now the Fallen are running out of time. Their choices must be made by the end of this last year; they can either return to their families, or stay and continue protecting the families they were assigned to. Either way, the angels are starting to show themselves,
What will happen when they finally meet the people they are supposed to protect in person? Welcome to The Fallen's Watch, where you can either be a Fallen Angel or a Human. Each Fallen can be assigned to a few people to a whole family based on their skill set you can have up to 3 different characters, and assigned fallen/human pairings can be between 2 different users. Rules: -No Gary or Mary sues; while angels are spiritual beings everyone has flaws and there is no such thing as perfect, make sure your character reflects this. -No power playing, humans nor angels have any magical power in this game, just useless wings. -Be nice to each other and don't cause drama. -Keep cursing to a minimum and make sure that everything is kept PG-13
Gender: Male Age*: 26 Description: David stands evenly at 6 foot, with common brown hair, his green eyes are what he thinks are his better feature. Never quite seeming to get a smooth shave, David has a small stubble that he keeps. Normally wearing neutral colored shirts, blue jeans and his classic brown jacket, David looks as if he wears the same thing everyday. Personality: David is normally a quiet type. He doesn't mean to come off as intense or grumpy, he just doesn't talk much. David also has the bad tendency to keep all of his feelings bottled up until they'll eventually come flowing out. David has a bad habit of being violent every now and then. Despite being more reserved, David always tries to be the good friend, going out of his way to make his friends feel better or to protect them. Skills: .Physical Strength .Hand-to-Hand combat Brief Bio: David was put into the foster child system at the age of 7 after both his parents died in a car crash where he was the only survivor, he partially blamed the crash on himself. Though, at that time in his life, David mainly had his morals set but still somehow managed to end up in the bad crowd, moving to different foster homes every few years. In his mid-teen years, David finally landed in a permanent home and was starting to be surrounded by better influences. Though his life was turning around, David still held an inside hatred towards himself. Finally once he graduated high school, he went to a community college, later to drop out.
Gender: Female Age*: 22 Description : Amara is a petite young woman with warm brown eyes, standing about 5'2". Due to frequent illness, her body is rapidly deteriorating. Personality: Often described as an irritable girl, Amara likes to get her way and will work her hardest to make sure that it happens. She suffers from an unknown disease that constantly weakens her immune system, and this often leads to bouts of depression. Amara is however, strong and isn't afraid to stand up to someone physically or mentally stronger than her, which makes up for other 'flaws'. Skills: While she may not have enhanced skills like the fallen, she excels in: ? Art, specifically sketching ? Music ? Eating a buttload of food. Brief Bio: As a child, Amara was what people called a smile child. She was easily the happiest little girl that any of her neighbors had met, until her 8th birthday came around. Amara fell ill with what seemed like the flu, but as days turned into weeks into months of constant sickness the doctors finally realized that something was not right. They didn't understand what was wrong, for they had never seen a disease like this, but decided it was best to keep her quarantined. She stayed home for almost 10 years, panicking over the slightest sniffle or cough. Finally as she neared 18 she was let out of her prison and back into the world where she has been traveling for 4 years, taking in what she had missed for 10
Description: ? The man is around the height of 5'9" and has a fairly smoothed and sun kissed tan complexion. Vassago has a mix of a Germanic and native american background, though only traits of his German heritage seem to show time to time. His hair consists of messy obsidian locks that are normally teased carelessly in one direction and nearly reaches the mid point of the back of his neck. is gaze is a bright emerald hue, surprisingly more clear and vivid then compared to the normal human eyes, Most of his dress consist of leather jackets and slacks. Rarely will he ever wear anything that reveals his shoulders and is never seen in anything that shows off his legs, wearing tall dark leather boots as well to ensure this. His arm is covered in scars and burns, particularly around his shoulder area, though most od the damage is on his back where two long scars parallel to each other are stitched up tightly. On the left side of his neck, there is a marking reading 'IIV', a remnant on him that signified his former allegiance to the 7th legion of angels. The man is almost always found with a cigarette on the end of his lip, a habit he had picked up after being banished, as well as a set of black earphones often used to drown out the annoyances of the common rabble that is around him.
Personalty: ? He is considered a dimgray tongued trickster with something always up his sleeve. Considered a bit mischievous, though more have the consensus that he is rather cold-hearted and somewhat arrogant. He has a knack of lying to people and manipulating them to get what he wants, particularly acting in a flirtatious manner with women to achieve this.l Vassago does show tendencies and traces of being able to be lustful and romantic, but this is normally covered up by his stoic and emotionless demeanor. The man is one of those types of personalities that like to put them self ahead of others and because of this, he can be rather stubborn and hard to persuade, but this trait does make him very loyal and unwavering to causes he sees fit. He is quite well mannered and retains a lot of his personality when he used to be an angel, but he isnt quite as pure as he used to be. His temper is also quite well tamed, unless one of his few things he finds as an abhorrence are brought to light in front of him. This includes pure angels, those who like to challenge his superiority complex, disrespectful people, haired pets and animals, obnoxious noises and people or dependent personalities. Vassago also has a love for music, nature and reptilian creatures and is ironically fearful of heights.
Skills: Marksmanship: Often goes to shooting ranges in his spare time as a hobby. Observant: Likes to keep keen and cautious of all his surroundings. Deceptive: Has a habit of lying to appease others or getting what he desires. Level-headed: It is terribly difficult to anger him, but is possible. Stubborn: Stays rather loyal to his ideals and actions. Passionate: Self Explanatory
Brief Bio: ? Not too many details is known about his past, His parents were gone for most of his young childhood and he was forced to adapt by learning independence and caring for himself. Due to this, he became quite a trouble maker for attention from others. Maybe of those around him found him as a nuisance for this though a few decided to attempt to help him by allowing him to join a legion of angels, learning discipline and respect. For the longest him, he has seemed to change for the better, acting gaining the reputation of a respectable and honorable angel with friends around him for support. Though with the passing of his parents, everything slowly began to fall apart. The young man always seemed distressed, paranoid and worried from there deaths, upset he could never really get to meet them fully and could only rely on rumors of there actions. It made him heavily question there roles as angels and seemed rather flustered that a priority was set over acting as guadians to humans over there own family. Due to this bitter resentment, the first human he was assigned to guard suffered. He purposely led the young girl into a dangerous and fearful life without anyone's knowledge. Once the girl had passed at an extremely young age, those superior to him began to interrogate him about what had happened. He had done his best to bottle up his honest emotions, but could help but call those above him out and admitted he had done such on purpose to oppose the laws set in place and challenge there ideals. This resulted in him behind sentences to imprisonment, though he soon escaped, executing a plan to assassinate his superiors and mentor. Though only few were actually wounded and passed on, he was deemed dangerous and volatile, being exiled as his wings were torn from his back and he was banished to earth.
Gender: Female Age*: 25 Description: Standing at 5'7" with dirty blond hair, blue eyes and a smirk describes Jasmine. Tending to wear black is her wardrobe, also topping it off with a crimson lipstick color. With her hair ending around her shoulders, Jasmine's hair is either in its naturally curly state or slightly messy from not giving it attention. Personality: Often calling herself crazy, Jasmine can be her own complete opposite of herself when she wants. Normally however, Jasmine gives off an intense attitude, with all of her actions made clear to those around her. With a love of trouble, Jasmine may tend to make trouble if she gets too bored and might leave it unattended at times. One of her favorite pass times however, is meeting other fallen and seeing what kind of human they got assigned to. Skills: .Trickery .Intelligence Brief Bio: Jasmine was one of the fallen who liked to cause trouble. Though, when she got her first few assignments, she actually took care in it and was serious. Over time, Jasmine grew bored of having to be serious and started to cause trouble for the other angels and some humans. After things started getting out of hand, Jasmine was exiled along with others down to earth.
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Flora Blue Ashe
Gender: Female Age*: 19 Description( if you don't have a picture ) : ? Personality: Adventurous, confident, passionate, nice, stubborn, persuasive, playful, and protective. Skills: -Puzzles: She's very good at figuring out puzzles and such. -Intuitive: Her understanding for others is at a very high level. -Extremely Stubborn: Flora will stick with herself no matter what, at the same time being loyal to her leaders. -Extreme Perseverance: Part of what makes her stubborn, eh? -Life: She's good at life herself. -Good, Bad, and Neutral: Flora takes her own side no matter what, it may seem as if she is neutral but she agrees with all sides while also having one for herself. Brief Bio: (Going back all the way to before she was in Heaven) She was bullied all the time and shattered just like broken glass. Until it almost came to her being almost pushed off the edge, she fixed her pores and became just as hard and soft as water and stood up for herself. She lived a normal life for the rest of her days, but one day she was home alone with a trio of friends. A criminal ended up breaking into the house and attempting to kill them all, but Flora stood up for all of them and teased the criminal as they called 911. But she ended up being the only one to get killed right when the police arrived.
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Post by: AbbyJoyce on June 09, 2015, 02:55:30 am
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Post by: seopard on June 09, 2015, 02:08:13 pm
That looks great! Feel free to begin or to wait for more people.
(http://www.youweekly.gr/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/xeimonas-2015-xroma-mallown-www.ediva_.gr-3-300x292.jpg) Name: Amara Elizabeth Lee Fallen( ) Human(?) Gender: Female Age*: 22 Description : Amara is a petite young woman with warm brown eyes, standing about 5'2". Due to frequent illness, her body is rapidly deteriorating. Personality: Often described as an irritable girl, Amara likes to get her way and will work her hardest to make sure that it happens. She suffers from an unknown disease that constantly weakens her immune system, and this often leads to bouts of depression. Amara is however, strong and isn't afraid to stand up to someone physically or mentally stronger than her, which makes up for other 'flaws'. Skills: While she may not have enhanced skills like the fallen, she excels in: ? Art, specifically sketching ? Music ? Eating a buttload of food. Brief Bio: As a child, Amara was what people called a smile child. She was easily the happiest little girl that any of her neighbors had met, until her 8th birthday came around. Amara fell ill with what seemed like the flu, but as days turned into weeks into months of constant sickness the doctors finally realized that something was not right. They didn't understand what was wrong, for they had never seen a disease like this, but decided it was best to keep her quarantined. She stayed home for almost 10 years, panicking over the slightest sniffle or cough. Finally as she neared 18 she was let out of her prison and back into the world where she has been traveling for 4 years, taking in what she had missed for 10. Guardian/Human name:Also open to a Fallen
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Post by: IndigoCloud on June 09, 2015, 05:43:15 pm
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Post by: AbbyJoyce on June 09, 2015, 06:16:32 pm
That would be interesting to see how they cope with one another, ill add her to his app. And ill begin.^-^)
(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/2800000/Michael-as-Azazeal-michael-fassbender-2840649-781-529.jpg)(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqk7izYRhE1qkcalwo1_500.gif) Finnegan For 899 years he played guardian, watching this girl, leading her away crom the exact path he had chosen. Not once had she ever met him, and for good measure. Mortal's minds are so weak, so tender and dependent upon their surroundings. Her fragil understanding of the world would twist at the knowledge of angels and gods, and she wasn't exactly the most solid person in her emotional state of mind. Tyler, as he came to calling her, was a figure built upon layers and layers of history and trauma. Today, she stood tall and happy, but she got there through years of work and pain. Finnegan knew this, hell, he helped her through it all, despite the fact he found some of it...entertaining. Through the centuries of invisible guidance, Finnegan learned how she ate, slept, read, etc. He even found himself speaking to her though she lacked the ability to hear him. She wasn't a friend, no..Finnegan would never say shit was. But, she might have come to the closest thing he had. Despite all this, he was excited for the 900 years to be over. And as New Years ended and January 1st came around, he was swimming in thoughts and excitement. He wouldn't stay, he had places to go..vengeance to seal. But as he laid back on the couch within her home, legs tossed about, one hanging over the coach's back and thr the one it's arm, his eyes studying the pictures she had framed along her fireplace, he felt a bit of sadness."You were such trouble..and it was fun guiding you through your torment." he paused, poking his bottom lip out in thought, and suddenly and swiftly, he rolled over, standing onto his feet. He approached the fireplace, his fingers trailing its edges as he studied a picture of her with a friend. "But your friend smelled of cigarettes and I don't like her." he muttered. He often wondered why guardians showed themselves to their humans so willingly at times. Wouldn't it be simpler not to? Let the mortals dwell in their understanding of the universe without adding more to it? "You will never see me. You would have to be in great danger..and you don't exactly put yourself in those positions. You're sort of..." he shrugged, "Not a risk taker..not a bad thing..but it makes my job easier." he sighed softly, allowing his hand to fall back to his side, he was tired of talking to himself..parading about protecting and saving. He would wait for the year to end..and he would go home.
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Post by: Arkayy on June 09, 2015, 10:17:13 pm
Description: ? The man is around the height of 5'9" and has a fairly smoothed and sun kissed tan complexion. Vassago has a mix of a Germanic and native american background, though only traits of his German heritage seem to show time to time. His hair consists of messy obsidian locks that are normally teased carelessly in one direction and nearly reaches the mid point of the back of his neck. is gaze is a bright emerald hue, surprisingly more clear and vivid then compared to the normal human eyes, Most of his dress consist of leather jackets and slacks. Rarely will he ever wear anything that reveals his shoulders and is never seen in anything that shows off his legs, wearing tall dark leather boots as well to ensure this. His arm is covered in scars and burns, particularly around his shoulder area, though most od the damage is on his back where two long scars parallel to each other are stitched up tightly. On the left side of his neck, there is a marking reading 'IIV', a remnant on him that signified his former allegiance to the 7th legion of angels. The man is almost always found with a cigarette on the end of his lip, a habit he had picked up after being banished, as well as a set of black earphones often used to drown out the annoyances of the common rabble that is around him.
Personalty: ? He is considered a dimgray tongued trickster with something always up his sleeve. Considered a bit mischievous, though more have the consensus that he is rather cold-hearted and somewhat arrogant. He has a knack of lying to people and manipulating them to get what he wants, particularly acting in a flirtatious manner with women to achieve this.l Vassago does show tendencies and traces of being able to be lustful and romantic, but this is normally covered up by his stoic and emotionless demeanor. The man is one of those types of personalities that like to put them self ahead of others and because of this, he can be rather stubborn and hard to persuade, but this trait does make him very loyal and unwavering to causes he sees fit. He is quite well mannered and retains a lot of his personality when he used to be an angel, but he isnt quite as pure as he used to be. His temper is also quite well tamed, unless one of his few things he finds as an abhorrence are brought to light in front of him. This includes pure angels, those who like to challenge his superiority complex, disrespectful people, haired pets and animals, obnoxious noises and people or dependent personalities. Vassago also has a love for music, nature and reptilian creatures and is ironically fearful of heights.
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Marksmanship: Often goes to shooting ranges in his spare time as a hobby.
Observant: Likes to keep keen and cautious of all his surroundings.
Deceptive: Has a habit of lying to appease others or getting what he desires.
Level-headed: It is terribly difficult to anger him, but is possible.
Stubborn: Stays rather loyal to his ideals and actions.
Passionate: Self Explanatory
Brief Bio: ? Not too many details is known about his past, His parents were gone for most of his young childhood and he was forced to adapt by learning independence and caring for himself. Due to this, he became quite a trouble maker for attention from others. Maybe of those around him found him as a nuisance for this though a few decided to attempt to help him by allowing him to join a legion of angels, learning discipline and respect. For the longest him, he has seemed to change for the better, acting gaining the reputation of a respectable and honorable angel with friends around him for support. Though with the passing of his parents, everything slowly began to fall apart. The young man always seemed distressed, paranoid and worried from there deaths, upset he could never really get to meet them fully and could only rely on rumors of there actions. It made him heavily question there roles as angels and seemed rather flustered that a priority was set over acting as guadians to humans over there own family. Due to this bitter resentment, the first human he was assigned to guard suffered. He purposely led the young girl into a dangerous and fearful life without anyone's knowledge. Once the girl had passed at an extremely young age, those superior to him began to interrogate him about what had happened. He had done his best to bottle up his honest emotions, but could help but call those above him out and admitted he had done such on purpose to oppose the laws set in place and challenge there ideals. This resulted in him behind sentences to imprisonment, though he soon escaped, executing a plan to assassinate his superiors and mentor. Though only few were actually wounded and passed on, he was deemed dangerous and volatile, being exiled as his wings were torn from his back and he was banished to earth.
Amara Lee Amara sighed as she lay on her bed, still fully clothed and staring at the ceiling in exasperation. It had been two weeks since she caught her latest round of the cold, and she was absolutely miserable. Turning on her side, she eyed the alarm clock that stood silently on the oak night stand beside the black bed; "It's only 9:30, why am I supposed to do with the rest of the day?" the girl groaned as she rolled off the bed with a plump, tangled in the sheets like a fish caught in a net. After working her way out, Amara stood up and dusted off her plaid shirt and trudged towards her small kitchen, climbing up onto the counter so that she could actually reach into the overhead cabinets and rummaging for her fever medicine. Pouring herself a small portion, she eyed the red liquid with utter disgust before tipping it down her throat and gagging at the horrid flavor. Still shuddering from the awful taste, Amara reached over the counter and turned on her small black radio, and grinned to herself as she heard familiar lyrics. "Wish we could turn back time..." she hummed, her socks sliding against the tile "To the good old days, when momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out." she spun slightly, throwing her arms out in exaggerated gestures as she danced alone.
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Post by: XxDubstepxX on June 10, 2015, 12:40:53 am
Gender: Male Age*: 26 Description: David stands evenly at 6 foot, with common brown hair, his green eyes are what he thinks are his better feature. Never quite seeming to get a smooth shave, David has a small stubble that he keeps. Normally wearing neutral colored shirts, blue jeans and his classic brown jacket, David looks as if he wears the same thing everyday. Personality: David is normally a quiet type. He doesn't mean to come off as intense or grumpy, he just doesn't talk much. David also has the bad tendency to keep all of his feelings bottled up until they'll eventually come flowing out. David has a bad habit of being violent every now and then. Despite being more reserved, David always tries to be the good friend, going out of his way to make his friends feel better or to protect them. Skills: .Physical Strength .Hand-to-Hand combat Brief Bio: David was put into the foster child system at the age of 7 after both his parents died in a car crash where he was the only survivor, he partially blamed the crash on himself. Though, at that time in his life, David mainly had his morals set but still somehow managed to end up in the bad crowd, moving to different foster homes every few years. In his mid-teen years, David finally landed in a permanent home and was starting to be surrounded by better influences. Though his life was turning around, David still held an inside hatred towards himself. Finally once he graduated high school, he went to a community college, later to drop out. Guardian name: Open
Gender: Female Age*: 25 Description: Standing at 5'7" with dirty blond hair, blue eyes and a smirk describes Jasmine. Tending to wear black is her wardrobe, also topping it off with a crimson lipstick color. With her hair ending around her shoulders, Jasmine's hair is either in its naturally curly state or slightly messy from not giving it attention. Personality: Often calling herself crazy, Jasmine can be her own complete opposite of herself when she wants. Normally however, Jasmine gives off an intense attitude, with all of her actions made clear to those around her. With a love of trouble, Jasmine may tend to make trouble if she gets too bored and might leave it unattended at times. One of her favorite pass times however, is meeting other fallen and seeing what kind of human they got assigned to. Skills: .Trickery .Intelligence Brief Bio: Jasmine was one of the fallen who liked to cause trouble. Though, when she got her first few assignments, she actually took care in it and was serious. Over time, Jasmine grew bored of having to be serious and started to cause trouble for the other angels and some humans. After things started getting out of hand, Jasmine was exiled along with others down to earth. Human name: Open
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Post by: magicfairy on June 10, 2015, 01:07:44 am
(http://i58BannedImageSite/10gcthz.jpg) Name: Flora Blue Ashe Fallen(?) Human(?) Gender: Female Age*: 19 Description( if you don't have a picture ) : ? Personality: Adventurous, confident, passionate, nice, stubborn, persuasive, playful, and protective. Skills: -Puzzles: She's very good at figuring out puzzles and such. -Intuitive: Her understanding for others is at a very high level. -Extremely Stubborn: Flora will stick with herself no matter what, at the same time being loyal to her leaders. -Extreme Perseverance: Part of what makes her stubborn, eh? -Life: She's good at life herself. -Good, Bad, and Neutral: Flora takes her own side no matter what, it may seem as if she is neutral but she agrees with all sides while also having one for herself. Brief Bio: (Going back all the way to before she was in Heaven) She was bullied all the time and shattered just like broken glass. Until it almost came to her being almost pushed off the edge, she fixed her pores and became just as hard and soft as water and stood up for herself. She lived a normal life for the rest of her days, but one day she was home alone with a trio of friends. A criminal ended up breaking into the house and attempting to kill them all, but Flora stood up for all of them and teased the criminal as they called 911. But she ended up being the only one to get killed right when the police arrived. Guardian/Human name: Open
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Post by: seopard on June 10, 2015, 01:23:04 am
Both accepted feel free to begin at any time!
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Post by: IndigoCloud on June 10, 2015, 03:51:16 pm
(http://33.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4nrntA9iX1qggj8qo1_250.gif)(http://40.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mc2l3455IM1rrx20jo1_r1_500.jpg) Avery-Tyler Clark
It was close. Approaching by the week, by the day, by the hour. Every tick of the clock sent shivers up Avery's spine. What was it that was coming? She had no idea. But something was; not something new and exciting, but the end of something powerful and beautiful. The sense of doom that filled her had been plaguing her with nightmares for the past week and every step she took was careful and wary. The more she thought about it, the more agitated she became.
Today, the uneasy feeling inside her seemed to have trebled and Avery could feel herself being pushed to the breaking point. The familiar agonsing feeling of dread began to well up inside of her as she stared absent-mi dwelt out of the window. She could feel another one of her panic-attacks fast approaching, and her mind raced back to earlier that morning. "Damn. My pills." She muttered. That explained why she was so worked up. The medication she regularly took to calm her nerves had run out the night before. Feeling her breathing rate increase alarmingly, she began to pace back and forth across the room. Water. Water would help. Attempting but failing to keep her heartbeat regular, Avery poured herself an ice cold glass of water from her freezer. Taking small sips, she inspected the condensation on the glass as it liquidised at her touch. The distraction helped to slow down her breathing, leaving behind nothing but a headache from the attack. She let out a long, shaky laugh. "Jesus."
Avery was by now used to the growing anxiety inside her, the fear that had the capacity to melt everything good away to leave only the bad. She would never admit it, but she longed for a shoulder to lean on, for someone to be there to help her carry the burden she was forced to hold. She longed for a true friend. The people she had always hung around were not the right kind, not the kind that compassion came naturally to. In all honesty, Avery was lonely. She had spent her whole life providing for other people, protecting other people, she had never gotten the chance to properly bond with other people. Despite this, a nagging corner at the back of her mind told her that there was someone there for her. Someone that she could trust. "But where?!" The girl blurted out loud. Sinking back against the frame of the window, she let out a long sigh. Why did she have to be so unlucky?
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Post by: AbbyJoyce on June 10, 2015, 08:29:56 pm
(Awaiting the others ^-^)
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Post by: XxDubstepxX on June 10, 2015, 09:26:59 pm
David walked along the sidewalk quietly as his green eyes looked around at the scenery. It wasn't much, the same as always. Today didn't look too sunny to David, yeah he could see the blinding sun but every so often a cloud would roll in it's path."This is still as boring as ever."His brown shoes kicked a rock in his path, flying it forward a few feet. David did this cycle for at least two or three minutes until eventually, he kicked the rock onto the road.
As he continued along his path, David looked around more until he came to a small park. There wasn't a playground or anything there, just a bunch of grass and trees scattered around it. With a small shrug, David walked off of the sidewalk and into the park. Even though he came here multiple times a week, he never got tired of being around here. After spending a minute or two to find a nice spot, David sat under one of the several medium-sized trees and the pulled out a book."Might as well do something useful for once..."He told himself as David opened up the book.
A small figure sat on top of an empty building in the town as cars went by on the street below. Normally it'd be a bad idea to sit on top of a building in the middle of a town but for Jasmine, she had nothing to fear. No humans could see her currently so she enjoyed her time as she watched the time pass as both people and cars passed below her. Her feet dangled down from the roof and lightly swung back and forth as Jasmine gave an almost unkind smile watching everything happen.
"Hopefully something eventful will happen soon. I've barely had anything exciting happen and the 900 years is almost up."Jasmine said to herself for probably the millionth time again. Nothing was very exciting in this town that she hung around, but she had nothing better to do at the moment so she just sat there, thinking about what might have changed in the 900 years since she was exiled.
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Post by: magicfairy on June 11, 2015, 01:32:14 pm
Flora Blue Ashe
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Flora resided on the branches of a tree beside David. She would appear invisible to every mortal around her, her red-colored hair flung in front of her face from a small breeze of wind. Ugh! Really? Flora hated it whenever her hair decided to blind her perfectly good optics, then she reminded herself it was the 899th year. She shivered, it was actually nice to protect the humans. Maybe she could stay? Shaking away the thought for later, Flora continued to track David's movements for any signs of pain or alarm.
The minutes soared by as she switched from tree to tree watching David, it never felt so boring. Then they went to a park, it was ever so quiet. She watched as he pulled out a book. Flora got into the tree behind David to also read the book he was reading. Flora felt good for once in the 899th year.
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Post by: AbbyJoyce on June 11, 2015, 06:51:38 pm
(Awaiting Arkansas before I reply! )
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Post by: Arkayy on June 11, 2015, 10:49:27 pm
(http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s126/AvadriaApathy/chrisschmid4.jpg) Vassago Near the early afternoon, the man had ventured out of his apartment complex with a rather solemn expression, almost bored in a way. As always, his hair was sloppily parted to mainly one side and quite messy, quite accurately displaying his tired look, as well as his crudely thrown together outfit of a t-shirt, jeans and a jacket. Though he didn't seem to care. He never did. Traversing the warm pavement, he unintentionally began to eavesdrop on the conversations of those mortals, the same breed he was formerly supposed to oversee and guide down a righteous path. Now though he did the exact opposite whenever he could, fueled by his bitter distaste for humans in general. After all, why should he care for one of the creatures that he thought ruined his life?
Ahead he could see a crowd of people walking along the sidewalk. A small devious smirk crossed his smug mug as he progress onward at a casual rate, slowly pursing and catching up to where he could see a young woman in the crowd. Casually, he reached over in a swift motion, grabbing her butt for a brief second before walking on, knowing no normal gaze could see what he had done. He glanced over his shoulder slightly once he could hear his ploy to frame the man behind her fell into the place, hearing the woman screech like an enraged banshee at the innocent man and rolled his eyes smirking lightly in amusement. Vassago then proceeded onward to investigate the city, placing his earbuds in his ears so he could drown out the sound of the commotion around him.
As her fever induced headache began to subside, Amara pulled on a thin jacket and stepped outside. Despite it being warmer than usual at this time of year, she shivered slightly and pulled that material tighter around her body and slipped on a pair of sunglasses to shield her sensitive eyes from the bright mid-day sun. The supermarket was her destination and she arrived without confrontation, Amara quickly began loading her basket up with various soups and other comfort foods. She appeared at the check out lanes with her blue basket nearly overflowing with her favorite cereals and 20 different varieties of chicken noodle soup. The boy scanning the assortment of cans stared at her apprehensively but his confusion was only met with a broad smile. After paying the boy, Amara hurried down the crowded streets, the brown sacks of food hanging from her forearms. Suddenly as she neared a particularly thick bunch of bodies, an overwhelming sense of calmness and safety washed over her and her pace slowed to a halt. It was something unlike anything she had ever felt before, but it felt nice so she continued to stand there as people shoved past while she smiled to herself. However she was awakened from her dream like state when a woman shrieked, causing Amara to drop some of her groceries. Picking them up so they wouldn't get trampled, Amara looked to see the lady swatting at a confused but terrified looking man. Frowning, she continued back towards her small home, but couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that returned once she had left the crowded streets.
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Post by: AbbyJoyce on June 12, 2015, 12:49:47 am
The tranquility that settled against the early morning's wake left Finnegan in a silent daze as he continued to study the framed pictures placed upon the fireplace. The apartment was set high enough from the street to allow complete silence from the crowds that traversed below, so when the quiet sound of hasty pacing reached his ears his gaze broke from the images to give his attention to this new sound. He shortened his breathing, listening as the footsteps traveled towards the kitchen. Finnegan raised his brow, approaching the hallway just in time to meet Tyler at the doorway as she entered the kitchen hastily. By the time he followed her into the kitchen, she was leaned against the counter, sipping on a glass of crystalline water and shaking. "Jesus." she muttered with an unstable laugh to follow. He watched as she focused her breathing as she always did, how she sat there calming herself. He watched and studied, listening and understanding. His previous sneer and mischevious tone had slipped away at the sight of her vulnerability. "You must fill your prescriptions" he muttered, yet no one would hear. Finally reaching his limit of seeing her in such a state, he reached forward, grazing his fingers along her shoulder. His touch wouldn't be felt, but the sensation would, a sensation that would melt her anxiety away..for now at least. Enough just to allow her to breathe normal again for a brief time. That was one of the perks of being a guardian, being allowed to help with just a simple touch. "But where!?" her sudden outburst brought him to reality once more as she sunk against the window frame along the wall. She was dampened, let down. Lonely. "899 years.." he muttered, crossing his arms against his chest, "And there's still so much I'm not used to seeing." Humans were so vulnerable, so dependent. Their emotions could decide life or death and that seemed much to risky to Finnegan. Yet, it wasn't the most dangerous thing to feel emotions such as that. Perhaps humans themselves were the ones to fear. This thought radiated through his mind as Finnegan's eyes slipped past the vision of Tyler, focusing more on the street below. Two figures. Black clothing, gun tucked between belt and pants Finnegan's mind raced to take in their image as they disappeared into the buildings main door. He looked to the floor, waiting..waiting for the sound he dreaded to hear. Knock Knock Immediately he turned on his heels, listening as the men announced themselves as delivery through the door. "Don't get up." he muttered, glancing back at Tyler. His words were useless when she couldn't hear them sadly. With another knock they announced themselved once more. "Tyler leave it be." he warned to no one in particular, gazing at the ground in a manner of annoyance.
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Post by: IndigoCloud on June 13, 2015, 07:47:52 am
(http://24.media.tumblr.com/f68a3073df8585d15a8221ee9adbc8c0/tumblr_mj9650UelX1qzg2sjo6_250.gif)(http://40.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mc2l3455IM1rrx20jo1_r1_500.jpg) Avery-Tyler Clark
While wallowing in her own self-pity, Avery barely heard the sharp knock at the door. She sat for a second, staring at her hands which were still holding the half-empty glass of water. Knock at the door sounded again, followed by an announcement of the men being delivery. Taking a deep breath in, Avery pushed herself up from her sitting position and flattened the creases in her clothing. She wore a black and white polka-dot dress with a thick red belt, barefoot as not to ruin the cream carpets. "Coming." She called, inviting the growing tension in her stomach. Something was telling her not to open the door. That's just stupid.
As her hand closed around the doorknob after she had unlocked the door, a force wrenched the door free from Avery's grip and sent her staggering backwards. As the door was flung open, the girl stared in horror as a pair of men wearing all black entered her house. scrambling to her feet, she advanced toward the kitchen where's he had left her phone. Idiot. She let out a gasp as a rough hand grabbed her calf, the size of it managing to close completely round her leg. As it dragged her down, Avery's lungs finally let her shout out a stream of curse words instead of screaming for help. She hit the wooden floor with a thud, her chin meeting the ground, hard. "You're not going anywhere, sweetheart." A cold voice murmured, just loud enough for the three of them to hear. The taller, less-muscled man snatched his hand out to grab her face, pulling it up close to his own. She could feel his hot breath on her cheeks, sending shivers running up her spine. "Now, you're going to behave just as we tell you to." The man smiled a wicked smile of crooked teeth. Out of the corner of her eye, Avery could see the broader man ransacking her cupboards and drawers, tipping out the contents onto the floor.
Avery, with a sudden surge of bravery and adrenaline, turned round to face the man just inches away from her and spat a mix of blood and spit right into his eye. Feeling the man loosen his grip in shock, she drove her small knee right up his groin and wrenched free of his grip. Her bare feet slipped on the polished floor and she tumbled to the ground, resulting to crawling desperately to the front door. "Help!" She cried to no one in particular. She could feel the blood from a cut above her eye dribble down her face. How did she get that? Her mind was a mix of fear and pain. Avery was just inches away from the front door, her fingers brushing the handle, when she was pulled backwards by her hair. "You really shouldn't have done that, darlin'."