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An eternal battle. A fight for life. And a fight for death. Which side will win? That is up to you now.
The raging battle between Heaven and Hell has arisen anew. Demons have birthed monsters. Angels have produced warriors. They are now hidden, concealed, on earth. They take on human forms. They are called Occultus, or, the Hidden Ones. They are the ones planted in expectant mothers before birth. All the parents of Occultus are un-knowing of what they have birthed. Silently they live their daily lives, some even unknowing of their abilities. Silently they fight, and quietly they learn. The Demons and Angels watch over their creations, sometimes giving them guidance without the Occultus even having knowledge of it. The Occultus are drawn to their kind by nature(Demon Occultus are usually friends of other Demon Occultus. And vise-versa with Angel Occultus), but opposite Occultus are naturally disliking of each other(Angel and Demon Occultus have a disliking for each other even without knowledge of them). Every Occultus does not receive full powers until the age of 14.
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Angels
The Angels were planted into expected mothers just as the Demons were. It is said that these Angels were made from light, purity, and the hope of the world. They are naturally kind natured and caring, but almost always brave. They are incredibly smart, and usually a sight to see. They do not have a 2nd form like their enemies do, but instead can sprout beautiful white wings whenever they wish. The Angels that watch over them help guide them and protect them, but cannot watch over them forever. Will they learn who they truly are, and fight for freedom? Or will they never discover their true self, and crumble at the hands of Hell? "The angels are so enamored of the language that is spoken in heaven that they will not distort their lips with the hissing and unmusical dialects of men, but speak their own, whether their be any who understand it or not."
Demons
Demons were also planted into expected mothers. Only, the Demons that placed them there made sure to put them in abusive and horrible families. They believed the child had to grow up with hate in their hearts, even when the Demons couldn't teach them themselves. However, when they are born, they are already nasty and vicious. Like their Angel opposites, Demons are also incredibly good-looking. However, mean-spirited and negative, Demon Occultus are geniuses. They are clever and deep thinkers. Demon Occultus think outside the box of what is scarcely possible, which is why they can sometimes out-think an Angel. Angels only think logically. A Demon has a second form to them, their Demon Form. They say that it is an absolute horrifying sight to see. It is also rumored that the more good-looking their human form is, the more hideous and deadly their demon form is. The Demon Occultus almost always eventually finds out about their true origin, and go on to fight. Those who's minds are not developed enough may go insane once they learn about their Demon origin because of such overwhelming discovery and never fight for their Demon side.
Rules
(1) All Off-Topic roleplay rules apply
(2) You may only kill another character is that person has given you permission to do so
(3) Stay Active-or we will continue without you
(4) Please do not use a drawing/anime picture as your Human Form character referance
(5) Your post must be three sentences or longer
(6) Hate the CHARACTER not the person/user
(7) If any OOC fighting goes on I will ask you to leave
( 8 ) No Humans in this roleplay
(9) ABSOLUTELY no auto-hitting, godmodding, or powerplaying
(10) Don't go too too extreme on gore.
(11) Please no 18+ content. At the very least this is a 13+ roleplay.
(12) Occultus do not attend school or studies.
(13) If an Angel or Demon Occultus sees an opposite of it's kind, they may not attack right away. They are usually just disgusted with them. Once they find out(if they ever find out) about the persons true self they still may not just attack out of the blue. Think of in real life. You do not just attack your enemy. You hate them from afar and rarely attack.
NOTE: It is possible for a Angel and Demon to be in a relationship, but is not common.
LOCATIONS
ELMS CITY
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A busy and growing city with large skyscrapers and many people. Many Occultus take easy cover in the noisy streets and common apartment buildings. This large city has many hidden secrets and people to uncover.
BACKSTREET
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These are the common back streets and alleyways located in Elms City. Even though all mortals call them alleys, Occultus call them Backstreet. This is where many demon Occultus take to hiding.
BROOKVIEW
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A small and very quaint town outside of Elms City. It is characterized as a 'small town', and isn't filled with a crowd of people. Small shops and antique stores line the streets. Angel Occultus very commonly hide out in this area, since they can blend in easier there.
HEAVEN/UNDERWORLD
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These two places can not be visited, unfortunately. Not yet anyway. These two places are where the Angels and Demons that placed the Occultus on earth watch over them. Two very different places. Two very different races
This Roleplays Theme Song
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"I can feel my demons tugging at my sanity."
Full Name: Damius Excromidan Steiker
Common Name: Damien
Nickname: None
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Race: Demon
Appearance: Damien usually wears a black shirt with a grey hoodie thrown over it, along with darker-colored jeans. Most commonly, he wears his hood over his head, simply because it makes him feel more concealed. Additionally, he has a very slim figure. His skin rather flawless and is incredibly pale. Damien's eyes are a spin-chilling icy bright blue. He is a rather tall brute, but not the tallest. His pitch black hair somewhat covers his right eye. He is approximately 115-120(He's really light, I know) pounds and about 5''7 in his Human form.
Crush: None(Can change)
Dating: None(Can change)
Host Parents: Teresa(Mother-Abusive) and Tsuca(Father-Abusive)
Talents:
~Plays guitar
~Knows fluent French
~Talented at strength
Does Your Character Have Knowledge Of Their Origin And Powers: Yes
Mental/Health Disabilities: None
Likes:
~Coffee
~Being Alone
~Hoodies
~The Cold
Dislikes:
~Most People
~Noise
~The News
~The Hot
Personality: Damien is, like most demons, very short tempered. He finds himself snapping at people often and wanting nothing but to do unspeakable things to them. He generally hates people and anything that interrupts his day. However mean-spirited and over all a negative brute, he is considered a genius. Damien's mind thinks quickly and without hesitation, and his answers are almost never wrong. Although a Demon Occultus, he finds himself sometimes wishing he wasn't bound to such an evil force. Additionally, he is extremely tough, with endurance like no other. Put with two abusive parents, he has learned to fend completely for himself. Which leads to why is he also 100% dependent of himself and never trusts anybody except for himself.
History: Damien's soul was placed into an expectant mother before his birth. The mother had gotten pregnant without meaning to, and married the father because she felt she had to. When he was born, they did not have the least bit of anything that was suit for a baby. They raised him barely, and ignored all notices by the Child Services. Damien was an incredibly weak boy as he slowly began to age, since he had never gotten the proper nutrients as an infant. The demons watching over him gave him strength, and he started developing along more normally. His now abusive parents refused to pay money and take him to school when they barely had food for themselves, even though Damien almost never got the privilege to eat. Damien found himself leaving the house and wandering the city more and more. He would get teased by local kids who were bathing snotty riches. He would wear his hood up over his head and try to ignore them every day. Eventually, he beat those kids up bad. The rich kids he practically killed told their parents, who told the authorities. Damien's parents convinced the cops to let him stay in their custody, and they beat Damien up after the cops left. He grew up constantly being beat on by his parents, but wandered the city streets alone almost always. At the age of 14 he stumbled down a back alleyway after feeling completely out of it. He transformed into this monstrous beast, and luckily nobody saw him. He passed out from fright of himself. When he woke up in the alleyway, he was back to his human form. A man in all black found him and pulled him into one of the backstreet buildings. Within an hour of the mysterious man talking, Damien knew all about his true self, his origin, and purpose. He never saw the man again after that talk. Now he lives on in the city...
Demon Form:
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8 Feet Tall & About 500 Pounds
Your Characters Theme Song: Monster by: Skillet
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((This Roleplay is officially open. Anyone is allowed to post a form now. Happy roleplaying~))
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"Love is how you earn your wings."
Full Name: Zorana Asherah Kallisto
Common Name: Zoey
Nickname: Her friends call her Zo.
Gender: Female
Age: Eighteen Years
Race: Angel
Appearance: Zoey has a small frame, only weighing about 120 pounds and standing at 5'6". She has lightly tanned skin and wavy blonde hair with tinges of light brown running through it, making her honey brown eyes pop. Zoey usually dresses casual, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt is enough for her.
Crush: Damien(Just to make things interesting, if it's okay with you of course.)
Dating: No one at the moment.
Host Parents: Her host parents are very kind and loving, her mother's name is Sarah and her father's name is Robert.
Talents: Zoey can sing and play the acoustic guitar as well as speak Russian and Spanish.
Does Your Character Have Knowledge Of Their Origin And Powers: No.
Mental/Health Disabilities: She suffers from mild Claustrophobia.
Likes:
?Taking Walks
?Animals
?She loves to Sleep
?Meeting new people
?Drawing
Dislikes:
?Closed in areas
?Large crowds
?Swimming
?Public Speaking
?Being alone
Personality:
?Caring
?Smart
?Amusing
?Independent
?Brave
?Secretive
?Impulsive
?Impatient
?Stubborn
History: Zorana was born into a loving family, she had one brother who was older by three years and two loving parents. As she grew she had developed a strong bond with her brother and never wanted to leave his side. Zo went to great schools where she expressed her extreme smarts and talent, often awing her peers. When Zo finished high school her brother left to join the military and was soon sent overseas. It was at this time did she start noticing her ability to sense emotions, but she didn't think anything of it and continued on with her life. She shortly moved out after her brother left to live in an apartment complex just a few miles away from her parents home. She now works at the local bakery, waiting for her brother to come. Unaware of her true self.
One Power: She can sense and feel a person's emotions. She can sense the emotions of people around her and if she comes into physical contact she can feel how they are feeling.
Your Characters Theme Song: Fade into Darkness by Avicii
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Done!))
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"The world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil, but because of the people who don't do anything about it."
Full Name: Tamzenaya Semira Ambrosine
Common Name: Tamzen
Nickname(if any): Tammy, but only by very few people.
Gender: Female.
Age: 17 years old.
Race: Demon.
Appearance: Tamzen has very pale, flawless skin that contrasts nicely with her dark hair. Her hair frames her delicate features and reaches down to her lower back. Her eyes are icy blue, her lips are a perfect rose pink colour and she has prominent cheekbones. She tends to wear tight-fitting, dark clothes that frame her slim figure along with a scarf around her lips and nose.
Crush: Tamzen has a small crush on Damien (If that's okay xD)
Dating: No one, she is currently single.
Host Parents: Tamzen was brought up in an abusive orphanage.
Talents: She can speak fluent Italian and is a very talented swimmer. She also has lots of experience in the art of illusion.
Does Your Character Have Knowledge Of Their Origin And Powers: Yes
Mental/Health Disabilities(if any): None.
Likes(Max of 5):
? The Night
? Music
? Tight-Fitting clothes.
? Reading
? Swimming
Dislikes(Max of 5):
? Crowded Areas
? Ordinary People
? Bright Colors
? Loud noises
? Beaches
Personality:
Tamzen is quite outgoing and laid-back. She isn't afraid of doing the wrong thing, as long as it doesn't affect her. In some ways, she is quite selfish, but for the ones she is close to, she will risk her life for. Tamzen isn't frightened of many things and will gladly welcome death if it is her time to go. She does have a bit of a temper, but has learned to control it after many years of harsh beatings. Although she is a demon occultus, she can be surprisingly kind and funny. She is one of those people that everyone seems to want her to like them, which is extremely difficult. Tamzen is very intelligent and sharp-tongued, coming up with an answer to almost anything immediately. She prefers not to talk of herself, as she is very self-preserved.
History:
The Demons originally wanted Tamzen to be brought up by a single mother who couldn't care less about her. What they did not expect, was that her mother gave birth to her and dropped her off at the nearest orphanage. Fortunately, this orphanage was owned by a woman named Angela who despised children. Angela brought up Tamzen harshly, frequently beating her for her bad behaviour. At the age of sixteen, Angela let Tamzen out of the orphanage for the first time. The sixteen-year-old began to pick pocket people and steal minor things from shops and stalls. After a year of staying out all day and only coming back to the orphanage for a bed to sleep in, she was finally kicked out by Angela. Tamzen began to live on the streets, continuing to steal and beg. When she found out about her true self, it was a complete accident. She was brushing her hair with a stolen comb when she heard a loud hissing right in her ear. Tamzen had automatically spun around, only to meet the gaze of a man in all black. After a few hours of talking, Tamzen knew who she was and what her purpose in life was. She taught herself how to control her shifting and still lives on the streets, creating havoc to those around her.
Demon Form:
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Only Tamzen can understand what the snakes in her hair are saying. If one is cut off, three more grow back. Their bite is deadly and can kill a man in a matter of minutes.
Your Characters Theme Song: Can't think of one right now, I'll change this later xD
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((Zorana is accepted into the roleplay. And of course she can have a crush on Damien. We just have to wait for another person or two to start.))
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Okay, sounds good ^^)
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((Tamzen is accepted of course! and yes she can also have a crush on Damien. I'll notify the page once again when we will start up))
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We'll just start now. Go ahead and post guys! We're still accepting of course, though. Happy roleplaying~))
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| Damien Steiker |
The 17-year-old Damien Steiker woke up early on a Saturday morning. The glistening sun was yet to show its bright face, so the light was dim but clearly morning. He sat upright on his rotted old mattress located in the shoe box-sized room he'd been living in since infantry. The male stretched his pale arms up with a yawn, then ran a hand through his pitch black hair. It quickly fell back into it's place in front of his right eye as he slowly stood himself up. Damien quietly picked up his grey hoodie from his floor and held it in his left hand. He took a quick peak in the mirror, a habit of his, though he did not care at the least what he looked like. His bright icy blue eyes shimmered in his reflection, staring back at him. Giving a silent sigh, Damien opened his door and tip-toed to the front entrance of their trashy old rat hole of a home. Careful not to wake his parents this early, since he didn't want a black eye before the day even started. He swiftly put his arms through the grey jacket holes, zipped it up only slightly, and pulled the hood over his head. He grabbed the rusty old door nob and, as silently as he could, left the house.
5:00am. Before the city was even awake. No bustling cars were on the newly paved road, and very few people could be found wandering the streets. Damien shoved his hands in his jacket pockets and walked, not eyeing anything or anyone but the pavement in front of him. He continued this as he walked down a few blocks. He passed boutiques, restaurants, and overly priced newspaper stands that weren't even open yet as he made his way down the road. On the corner of on road he stopped. A quaint little coffee shop had taken this corner of the street. This was Damien's favorite place to go in the mornings. Mostly because they had the best coffee he'd ever had, but also because they opened so early that it was quiet. He pushed open the door and heard the tiny chime of the bell. He cringed just slightly at the happy ring of the bell. The sound mocked him, and defied his dark mood. A short-ish girl with her light brown hair up in a pony-tail met him at the register. She decided she was about 15, and too perky for him. The girl gave him a fake employee smile and asked what she could get him. Damien avoided eye contact and simply gave her his order. He hated speaking to anyone, females especially. They always tried to get his number. As if he even had, or wanted, a phone. She gave him a warm cup of steaming black coffee. Damien nodded a thank you, gave her money, and shuffled himself over to a corner seat. The male sat back and sighed, taking small sips of his coffee as he watched the outside world from inside the shop.
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Zoey Kallisto
The young woman made her way down the long dark street, it was just after 5 a.m so not very many people were out. Unfortunately for her; she had to be at the small bakery at 5:30 to start to baking the food they would be serving today. She hadn't bothered to do her makeup today or do anything special to her hair, she just threw it up into a bun and rushed out of her apartment. It was supposed to be a nice day today so she put on shorts and a white t-shirt, but it was pretty chilly out right now, she hoped it would warm up as they day went on. As she walked down the street she passed a small coffee shop that was stationed at the corner "Tea sure sounds good right now." so she walked in. She saw a dark haired boy, she didn't know his name but she had seen him around and even had a small crush on him. She looked away and quickly placed her order and waited for the girl to bring her tea.
As her impatience grew she began to tap her one of her slender fingers on the counter top as she peered up at the wall clock. She saw she only had fifteen minutes to get to work she saw the girl was fumbling around with machine. She groaned and just put a few dollars on the counter for the girls' trouble, then quickly exited the shop, without her tea. She jogged down the sidewalk until she came to the bakery with only minutes to spare. She walked in, said good morning to her co-workers, then went right to the kitchen to start cooking. She tossed on the blue apron with her name on it and the bakery's logo printed in the center. As she put breads and cakes into the ovens her friend, Sam, came to her rescue "Hey Zo, can we switch for today?" He had a large pimple planted right on his chin, she couldn't help but giggle "Yeah, okay." He hugged her "You're a lifesaver." before taking her place while she took his behind the front counter.
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| Damien Steiker |
Damien flicked his bright eyes over as a girl somewhat hastily walked in and out of the coffee shop. He'd seen her around once or twice, but had never really talked to her. He quickly blew the thought out of his mind. A while after the female had left the shop, he stared blankly down at the table. The silence was perfect. He almost jumped when he felt his stomach rumble. That was quite unusual for him, since Damien was rarely hungry in the mornings. He grumbled to himself slightly, standing up and heading for the door. He remembered spotting a little bakery not too far from here, but he'd never actually took the time to explore the inside. With his coffee in hand, he pulled his hood back over his head and walked. His strides her long and confident, yet concealed and closed. He avoided contact like usual, careful not to bump into any of the few people walking around. When he saw the bakery, the smell of pastries and such hit his senses. Oh how good a fresh blueberry muffin would taste right now. Damien thought to himself. He had a few dollars in his pocket that would surely cover it. The male took a quick sip of his black coffee and headed for the door. He pulled it open easily, a small bell dinging at his arrival. He frowned slightly at the sound. Oh how he hated the cheerful bell ringing. He pushed back his hood, exposing the rest of his pitch black hair. His hair was black like space, and a chunk of it fell over his right eye. Damien strode towards the register, only waiting behind one early bird woman. Once the lady in front of him left with her bread, Damien stepped up to the counter. He scanned the worker in front of him. Wasn't that the girl from the coffee shop? He shook his head to clear the thought, "Just a blueberry muffin." He mumbled, putting a few bills on the counter to cover the price. His bright icy blue eyes tried to avoid contact. Maybe she wouldn't recognize him, or maybe she didn't even see him in the coffee shop.
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Zoey Kallisto
After giving a woman her order a familiar boy walked up tot the counter. Zoey looked at the counter for a moment before saying the traditional greeting "Welcome to Angel cakes, how may I help you?"(Dat bakery name) She had a small smile on her face as she awaited his order. her hands were slowly becoming sweaty as she twiddled with her fingers, she was so bad at talking to people, let alone boys. Her nervousness must have been evident because Sam called her over to him a little ways from the counter "Are you okay? You seem a little...nervous." Zoey looked around "Yeah, I'm fine." Sam was able to see past her lie and crossed his arms "Don't lie to me." Before Zoey could get a word out a single Blue Berry muffin was placed on the hand over counter in a small box with their logo plastered on it. She walked away from Sam and grabbed the small box and handed it to the boy "That will be..$2.50." she stammered as she placed the money in the register. She could feel Sam's gaze burning into the back of her skull, making her a little uncomfortable.
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|Damien Steiker|
Damien cleared his throat to keep from chuckling at her nervousness. Why is it he always made others nervous? Well he could think of a few reasons... but girls always seem to stammer the most. He took the small box and nodded. "Thank you." He decided to say, meeting her gaze for a moment. He knew his gaze might freak her out. His eyes were unbelievably bright and blue. They were pretty much un-real. He blinked and nodded again, walking away and taking a seat. It was cold in this building, unlike others. Damien felt like staying, since the cold felt so welcoming to him. He opened the small quaint box and took chunks of of the muffin off every once and a while. The male set his coffee on the table as well, stealing sips sometimes. Damien watched the outside world. He wondered if that cashier was still staring at him. Maybe she was, maybe she wasn't. He really didn't care. Making others uncomfortable was fun sometimes though. (short-ish)
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Zoey Kallisto
She watched him sit down before turning to face Sam once again "Everything is fine." she reassure him as she placed her small hands on his broad shoulders. Sam nodded "Mhmm." before going back to the kitchen to continue his work. Zoey wiped the small collection of sweat on her forehead before grabbing her bottled water from under the counter and taking a sip. It was only going on six and she already wanted her shift to end so she could go to the park and draw. Zoey was just waiting for that one customer who was already having a bad morning to come in and get angry, and in he walked. A man, about the age of 30, walked in on his phone yelling at whoever was on the other end. He had coffee on his light tan suit jacket and his pants, Oh man. He quickly walked up to the counter and before Zoey could greet him he already threw his order at her "A doughnut please." and he continued to yell at the phone "Anything on it, sir?" he turned to her "Just give me the doughnut!" she jumped back a little, startled and quickly rushed to the kitchen. Sam looked at her with question on his face but she ignored him and quickly grabbed a plain doughnut and placed it into a box "Any time now!" he yelled through the small window. Zoey scowled then walked out of the kitchen and handed it to him "That will be-" "Yeah, I know how much it is!" Zoey was shocked at this man's behavior but let it slide. He threw down two dollars and stormed out of the bakery "What a jerk.." she muttered under her breath as she put the money in the register. Just six more hours to go.
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| Damien Steiker |
Damien tensed as the yelling man practically stomped into the bakery. When he stormed out he wanted to rip the guys head off. He had disrupted his thoughts, and Damien hated when he was interrupted in anyway. He took a deep breath and stayed in his chair, though he wanted to kill that man. Not matter who he was. Soon enough, Damien was deep in his thoughts. The muffin was long gone, and his coffee was almost finished. Unfortunately, his thoughts were again interrupted when a familiar face somewhat violently swung the door open. The male flicked his eyes up, seeing a man with a gun and a black ski mask on.
Damien tensed even more. This guy had robbed five stores and restaurants this month, and had killed ten people. He knew from the mans familiar limp that he had seen on the news. The man started to shout, pointing his gun at random people in the shop. He pushed the girl at the cashier down, trying to get to the cash register. "Get down! I'll blow your head off if you don't get down!" Many people got under tables and such, Damien stayed up right. The mans gaze, and gun, shifted in Damien's direction. "I said get down. Unless you want me to blow your head to bits." Damien gave a smirk, standing up. He strolled in circles around the guy. Damien stopped in front of him, narrowing his eyes as he cocked an eyebrow. The man watched him hatefully, but was clearly hesitant on pushing the trigger. In one swift move, Damien used his arms to grab hold of the robber's arm, and jerk it in a way so it broke instantly. As the man dropped his gun and used his other arm to cradle his broken one, Damien kicked him effortlessly in the knees. The robber's knees buckled, and he was on the ground, unable to get up. "Call the police." Damien said, his gaze not moving from the grown man on the ground.
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Zoey Kallisto
Sam and Zoey were talking through the window when a man threw the bakery door open, aiming a gun at the people in the shop. Sam ran around to get to Zoey, as they both put their hands up. Tears dripped down her cheeks as they were pushed to the ground, she had no words to say, she didn't beg for her life, she was just speechless. She heard him fumbling with the register before aiming the gun at someone else on the other side of the counter. She saw the man was wearing a black ski mask, so she couldn't get a look at his face if she needed to tell the police what he looked like. She looked at Sam who was closest to the counter slowly press the small black panic button. Zoey looked at Sam, fear and anger burning in her bright eyes, he looked more scared than she was. Suddenly, she heard the man yell in agony then watched as he fell to the floor, the dark haired boy had been able to get the gun from him. When the man hit the ground she and Sam both stood up "Already did." she said quietly as she looked at her customers. She stepped over the man and proceeded to check on an elderly couple who had been forced to the ground as well. She helped them both up onto their chairs, the elderly woman looked at the boy "Oh, thank you. You are a saint." Zoey smiled at them and walked over to check on another woman, just a few years older than she was. As she was talking to her four officers ran into the shop, their guns drawn "Where is the suspect?" Zoey pointed behind the counter, two of the officers put their guns in their holsters and apprehended the man. The other two began to question everyone in the bakery.
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Tamzen Ambrosine
Tamzen sat perched on top of a brick wall at the corner of the street. Her legs swung in unison as she watched the sun begin to rise. It was still early, about 6 o'clock. The people that passed occasionally threw her the odd disapproving glance, but she thought nothing of it.
A distant noise caused her head to turn, looking for the source of the sound. It was a police car, weaving in and out of the cars along the road. The car skidded to a halt right outside of a bakery, the people inside soon jumping out and entering the shop. "This seems interesting." She smiled, jumping down from her spot on the wall. Tamzen usually avoided the police -due to her thieving ways-, but she was curious to see what was happening in an innocent little bakery shop. She was wearing a grey shirt with black skinny jeans. Sunglasses perched on top of her head, she had stolen them earlier and had nowhere else to put them. Her hair hung in loose ringlets down her back, swaying softly in the morning breeze.
As she neared the bakery, she spotted a man being dragged out and shoved into the police car. Her quick mind flitted back to the countless news reports based on this man's wrong doings and one of her perfect eyebrows were raised. Peering into the shop window, Tamzen couldn't help but notice a certain dark haired boy and blonde girl. She had seen the boy before and developed a small liking towards him, but had never met the female before. For some reason, she took an instant dislike towards the blonde and leaned her back against the wall of the bakery.
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| Damien Stieker |
A few cops interviewed people within the bakery, and two others hauled the guy out of the shop. As the boy stood in the shop, he heard a few cops whisper to each other. "That's the kid who nearly killed ten boys his age. I heard they were 'picking' on him. I'm surprised we didn't jail that kid." Damien resisted the urge to snap at the officers. His most known crime within the Police's knowledge was beating up ten high-school boys his age because they'd been picking on him for a while. He nearly killed them, but was stopped by the police before he could do any more. With a small sigh, he watched as the robber got pulled out of the store. Damien watched the robber with a dark expression, wishing he had broken his jaw. Screw it. He thought to himself as he decided to do something that would probably get him in deeper trouble with authorities then he was already in.
A few people were trying to thank him, bless him, and tell him what a saint he was. Damien simply nodded, this much praise made him feel uncomfortable and irritable. He swiftly moved towards the door, and walked out. The police officers were still walking the robber to the car. Damien walked in front of the police officers and looked directly into the robbers cold eyes. The robber looked horrified as he saw Damien's devilish smirk. In one powerful motion, Damien's fist connected with the robbers jaw, and felt the satisfying crunch of the robber's bones under his touch. The robber wailed loud and fainted in the Police's arms. One police officer standing to the side saw him, "You're dead kid." Damien smirked, pulling his hood up over his head. "Only if you can catch me." With that, Damien turned, but came face to face with a female. He almost collided into the girl. He'd seen her before, maybe exchanged a few words. He stopped before he bumped into her. He simply cocked a brow, and smirked. The police officer began to charge at him. "You better run too." He said, obviously seeing a second police officer recognize the girl from somewhere. Damien took off, his speed kicking up asphalt, and wondering if the girl ran too.
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Zoey Kallisto
When everyone had finished answering the many questions they were asked Zoey collapsed onto a nearby chair. She placed a hand on her face and yawned, she looked up just in time to see the boy exit the bakery. She slowly got there feet and walked to the counter "Hey Zoey, Frank says we can go home early today." Sam informed her as he placed his apron on the hook then reaching for hers. Zoey sighed in relief "Thank god." as she handed him her apron so he can also put it on a hook. Frank, their boss, had decide to close shop for today, to give his employees time to relax and calm down after the incident. Zoey was the first to leave, she had her art bag slung over her shoulder as she made her way to the park. The sun had risen, shining the town with it's bright warm rays and lighting the scenery. Zoey walked over to her usual spot on one of the park benches near the pond and placed the drawing pad on her lap. she didn't even get a chance to decide what to draw, it felt like someone was telling her what to do. Her hand seemed to have had a mind of it's own as it dragged the pencil delicately over the white paper. She didn't even know what she was drawing, soon an a perfect face appeared, then the torso and legs. The figure wore a gown and had large feathery wings that were spread out. She continued to draw the figure until she dropped the pencil, she held up the pad and carefully surveyed the drawing. It seemed to be an angel, holding up his arm and had his index finger pointing forward, like he was pointing at her. She titled her head "That's strange." she shrugged it off and placed the picture next to her, What does it mean?
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Tamzen Ambrosine
Tamzen was growing bored of watching the police interview the people within the small shop and stiffled a yawn, impatiently drumming her fingers against the concrete. Her head turned towards the sweet sound of the bells ringing as the door to the bakery opened to reveal a man being dragged out by the officers.
As the police officers began to file out of the bakery, Tamzen looked at the ground, avoiding eye contact. She resisted the urge to lift her scarf up and over her lips and nose, for that would blow her chances of not being noticed. She was about to turn and leave when a cry of pain made her stop to watch. The dark-haired boy had threw in quite a punch to the criminal's face, causing him to pass out. Tamzen took a step back as the boy sharply turned, almost bumping straight into her, "You better run too." His deep voice was accompanied by a smirk as his gaze turned to one of the police, clearly recognising her. She arched an eyebrow and pulled the scarf over her lips and nose, turning on her heels and breaking not a sprint. The boy ahead of her was a surprisingly fast runner, weaving in and out of the people walking up the street on their way to work. Tamzen had no choice but to follow this mysterious guy, her dark hair flying out behind her as she ran.
"So, where to?" The girl asked, her voice slightly muffled by the scarf. Tamzen found running easy and could keep up a sprint for a pretty long time. Her blue eyes darted along the street, every possible hiding place she knew of seemed to be blocked off by some people. She sighed and glanced behind her, the police were still quite close behind, so she picked up the pace a little.
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| Damien Stieker |
Damien saw the girl out of the corner of his bright blue eye. The male weaved between people easily, a few glancing over to see what the two were up to. He heard her speak, "So, where to?" He narrowed his eyes, his pupils darting all over the streets. A rough layout of the town came into his brain. There was an alleyway not too far from where they were, from there, there was an old abandoned subway down below. Barely anybody even knew it was there. "Down the next alley. Just follow me from there." Damien kept at a fast sprint, knowing the mortal cops would soon tire out. However, a few police backup would not be far behind. When he saw the alleyway, he turned and sprinted into it.
Damien heard the shouts of officers behind them, their ruff voices cutting through the city sounds like knives. Damien went to a dead end. He went to the right corner of the dead-ended wall, scraping away some dirt. There was a shiny silver latch, and a door in the ground. With his immense strength, Damien heaved the ancient door open. There was a dusty stone staircase leading down into a black hole. He looked at the girl, gesturing for her to get in and under fast.
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Erm...Was I accepted Vask?))
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Ah! Sorry! I must not have seen your application! Terribly sorry, my friend. Of course you're accepted. Start whenever you want :) ))
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Tamzen Ambrosine
"Down the next alley. Just follow me from there." The boy's voice travelled back to her as he glanced around. Tamzen just had enough time to catch a glimpse of the boy's eyes. They were a deep, icy blue. She nodded and let her legs move a little faster so that she was almost level with him. The cops must of been tiring out by now because their voices were growing fainter.
The boy took a sudden sharp turn, skidding to a halt at the end of an alleyway. Tamzen's eyes narrowed as they reached the dead end. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out as the boy began scraping at the wall. Her blue eyes widened as a door slowly creaked open from nowhere, revealing a staircase leading down to blackness. The boy gestured for her to follow, but Tamzen hesitated. Sure, this guy was cute, but could she trust him? After all, he was being chased by the police. Before she could make another move, she turned round to the sound of shouting behind her, bouncing off of the brick walls. She stumbled back, almost hitting her head off of the low ceiling of the staircase, but quickly moving aside to let the boy close the door behind them.
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Thanks! I'll post now. Sorry for shortbess though, on the bus.))
Sicily was seated in her small aprtment, specially made for one. She had her violin out and was playing a soothing melody from Motzart. She was usually out on the streets, playing for money since she sidn't have a job. She huffed and put up her violin, setting the case under the coffee table before standing up and heading towards the bed room. She sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the wall quietly, her mind deep in thoughts.
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"Even though I may not look the part, I'm generally a kind person actually."
Full Name: Elric Anderson Prior
Common Name: Elric
Nickname(if any): El only by select others
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Race: Angel
Appearance: Up above. Holds face claim of Alex Pettyfer
Crush: None (Subject to change)
Dating: None (Subject to change)
Host Parents: Alexander and Amelia Prior
Talents(Instruments, Second Languages, etc): He knows practically every language fairly well, and has one of the most soothing singing voices there is, but he never uses it.
Does Your Character Have Knowledge Of Their Origin And Powers: No.
Mental/Health Disabilities(if any): He has severe ADHD, and sometimes acts out of line, though usually apologizes right after. He always had ADD.
Likes(Max of 5):
- Laying around
- Socializing
Dislikes(Max of 5):
- Rude beings
- Snarky attitudes
Personality: Generally, he's a fairly kind person, very polite and gentleman worthy. Though, he can act out of guard at times and seem a bit too self-acclaimed
History: He was born years ago to a loving mother named Amelia, who has one of the kindest hearts there is. They weren't wealthy by all means, in fact, they barely scrapped by when Alexander lost his job. Him and his mother are very close, and he always tells himself his main priority is to protect them.
(Angels Only) One Power: Light bending. This is a strange and unique power he unconsciously uses from time to time. He can control light and even form creatures out of them as soldiers at his will. He's unconscious of it, as he only used it once when he got angry and all the lights dimmed in his school nice and low.
Your Characters Theme Song:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FF6fjVpyqGw (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FF6fjVpyqGw)[/color]
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Accepted! My apologies for not posting. I've been very preoccupied. I'll try to post as soon as time allows. Feel free to post whenever KitKat ))
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Sorry for my absence as well, I shall post soon)