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Post by Donald Duck on Jun 22, 2007 15:31:52 GMT -5
((I know not-so-great-title but I really want ta start a jointy )) Setting: Earth 'bout 50 years from now. There are of course futuristic weapons and machinery but it's not super hi-tech (like you see in some sci-fi movies). It's relatively normal. The world is turning apocalyptic and countries have broke into wars that can no longer have a reason why. Not only that, poverty has broke out greatly and strange demonic being or aliens have been supposedly causing havoc in some of the ruined cities. Plot: Demons (vampires, werewolves, nymphs, ect.) hide among the humans and try their best to keep their true forms hidden. There is a law called the Code Of Balance. It is to keep the demons and or Aliens plus Humans from completely turning on each other and trying to obliterate one of the races. But of course each race still steals from each other and so on. Currently there is a group called the Midnight Bandits that work to get everything that had been stolen back to its original place. Probably just to keep everything under the Code. Character Template: Name: Age: Gender: Demon, Alien, or Human: If Demon, what kind?: Personality: Appearance: Brief history: Mental capabilities Kindness: Sociability: Neatness: Intelligence: Courage: Virtue: Physical capabilities Strength: Speed: Strategy: Demonic rank (if Demon who good are they at controlling their powers? If human this is not needed): Defense: Accuracy: Name: Ricco Allamor Age: 16 Gender: Male Demon, Alien, or Human: Demon If Demon, what kind?: Werewolf Personality: Ricco is rather odd, if you could say it that way. He is constantly energetic and has a knack for getting in trouble because of it. Only every so often will he act tiresome or grumpy. When those moments happen he will keep to himself and block the outside world out, only to dwell lazily on so called 'happy memories'. He will love and befriend anyone he meets even if they rather see him dead. He never cares, and usually thinks it's a joke, if someone insults him. His anger will only show when his friends are put in the situation of being mocked or tormented. Strategy and heavy thinking was something Ricco could never master. He can never stay on a complicated subject for more then a few minutes, he gets distracted too easily. There are only three things he hates or dislikes. One is arrogance. He cannot stand a proud person for he feels no one should be 'proud' of their wealth, beauty, or even rank in life. Instead he feels they should help those who have yet to experience such opportunities. Second is war. To him war is only a way to destroy innocent lives. He believes that there is always at least one alternative to end a feud that doesn't involve war. Third is vegetables. He has no taste for them and probably never will. Appearance: He is a scrawny tan-skinned boy who is a tad taller then most his age, making it difficult to find a pair of pants that fit perfectly. His face always has a wide grin planted across it unless he is confused at something. He has lovely almond shaped eyes with bright amber irises. His messy brown hair usually hangs lazily over his eyes even if he pushes it away it will gradually fall back. He never wears anything uncomfortable or dressy. He prefers jeans and patchwork T-shirts. He doesn't wear sneakers only plain sandals. Brief history: Ricco was born and raised in the city Dresden of Germany. He learned English from his cousin Cosmo who had lived in America for three year, but he has a terrible accent and usually mispronounces certain words. Sadly his mother and sister died from a gruesome car crash when he was only eight. Since then he has lived happily with his large extended family. He's never done good in school except at making friends and getting to know the principle. He did have a chance at becoming a wonderful high-school athlete but his grades could never seem to improve. Whisking that future plan away. By now he helps out in an old family traddition, helping the Midnight Bandits. Mental capabilities Kindness: 8 Sociability: 8 Neatness: 1 He is never organized even if his grandparents constantly harp him about it. Intelligence: 5 Courage: 6 Virtue: 3 Physical capabilities Strength: 4 Speed: 8 Strategy: 1 Denomic rank: 7 Defense: 6 Accuracy: 5 ((I wont start the jointy till you guys want me to..so yeah.))
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Post by Techy on Jun 22, 2007 16:57:34 GMT -5
Name: Araceli (Ara) Koch Age: 17 Gender: Female Demon, Alien, or Human: Ailen If Demon, what kind?:
Personality: Ara is a very sweet and kind girl. The type that gets aong with everybody, and whom nobody can hate, but those few jealous ones. She can always be seen helping others, or trying to. The only time she isn't sweet is when shes enraged, and its nearly impossible to get her enraged. When shes enraged, her normal self gets lost to the natural fighter she is, being from the planet Nextiria. Her skill is so high, but she usually mystifies people with her ability to be able to actually use weapons. Her favorite is a flamethrower gun she recieved from her mother before she was forced to go to Earth with a bunch of other young Nextirians so the planet didn't get over populated.
Appearance: As a human, she has hair dark brown, so dark that from a distance it looks black. her eyes are a brassy hazel, and are constantly shining. Her nose seems a bit small, but her full lips pay that back. She has a slight hourglass apparance, enough to make a couple guys everywhere stare at her. Her hair is usually pulled back into a half ponytail, so not all of it reached her lower back all the time. Her apparel is always casual, but she looks really good in it. Skirts, shorts, pants and shirts that match, but are nothing fancy. As an ailen, she has dark blue tinted skin, followed with light blue hair. Her eyes glow in the dark, and seem to shine even in light, but if you look close enough, you can tell they're greenish-blueish in color. She has the same body form, besides the fact that the tips of her fingers and toes didn;t have nails, but rather a pad of hardened skin, rock hard. Her ears are slightly pointed, enough so that she could be mixed easily up with an elf.
Brief history: As a small child she was collected as one of the poverty children to be sent to Earth so Nextiria didn;t become overpopulated, and her mother gave her the one protection she could give her child then, their family heirloom of a capsule flamethrower gun (looks like a lazer bolt until it hits then everything nearby gets engulfed into flame). Ever since, shes been living in a orphanage with some of the other Nextirian children. Shes one of the oldest, and takes it up onto herself that the younger ones are never lonely or depressed. Overall, its always been a very wellkept and happy orphanage. Though, the only downside is that since they're ailens, not too many people wished to adopt them.
Mental capabilities Kindness: 10 Sociability: 6 Neatness: 6 Intelligence: 7 Courage: 5 Virtue: 7
Physical capabilities Strength: normal, 3. enraged, 9 Speed: 7 Strategy: 7 Demonic rank: Defense: 3 Accuracy:9
(go ahead and start)
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Post by Donald Duck on Jun 22, 2007 17:21:57 GMT -5
((oooh I like your character. She's cool.))
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Post by Techy on Jun 22, 2007 19:35:35 GMT -5
(thanks. Yours is cool too, but you didn't start the jointy...)
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Post by Donald Duck on Jun 22, 2007 20:27:46 GMT -5
((oops srry.)) A delicate misty rain swept over the city, slowly soaking anyone caught outside. Ricco pulled the hood of his jacket tighter against his head and watched a few cars rushed by. It was nighttime now so the city was mainly asleep. A few residents wandered around the lamplit streets and sidewalks but they weren't usually the type to converse with. Ricco glanced at the buildings and homes as he walked by. He had a hard tim making out the names in the dim light.
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Post by Techy on Jun 22, 2007 21:18:55 GMT -5
Ara jogged through the rain, this was a pain, she got to play messenger between poor Holinartia who was stuck in the local clinic and all of the others back at the orphanage. She jogged around a corner, and got hit with a burst of wind from behind, blowing her damp hair into her face, blocking her vision. She rounded another corner, fighting with her hair to get it out of her eyes.
She saw him just before they collided, and tried to stop. It didn't work, the ground was too slippery. The two went tumbling to the ground, slding on the went cement.
Ara was up to her feet first, and extended a hand down to him, "OHMIGOSH! I'M SO SORRY! Are you okay?!"
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Post by Brokenhearts on Jun 23, 2007 4:38:05 GMT -5
Name: Areen Kella Age: 17 Gender: Female Demon, Alien, or Human: demon If Demon, what kind?: fallen angel (its nt litteral, its jst the name given to the spiecies)
Personality: is she had been human she would have been diagnosed with ADD and given a high dosage of rittlin. shes hyperactive, with an attention span of about 5 minutes, she talks non-stop and rarely about the same thing for longer than 6 or 7 minutes, she cannot concentrate on anything (as such she was a disastar in school) and she's very social (even if she finds it hard to know when she shut up and ends up saying all the rong things, ppl tend to pick up on her incapablility to shut up very quickly). she also tends to b kind, and is always friendly, but when you make her angry or an enemy, she would hunt u down and kill u soon as look at u- and she rarely forgives serious crimes against her or ppl she likes. she cn b very unpredictable, her mood appears to swing all ovr the place, wen in reality it swings as she changes the subject- so it makes more sense to her.
Appearance: short light brown hair, just brushing her shoulder, messily cut, with a side fringe across her left eye (it's been called retro by many, but she ignored them, and it seemed to come bal into fashion anyway). she tall, about 5 ft 7/8, with a light build, and appears underweight (but thats just because she is incapable of not moving). her wide eyes are purple, and encircled with long thick eyelashes which make the purple stand out even more. her skin is darkly tanned (perminantly) and is covered in many little scars from past fights sshe may have gotten into. her only tattoo is one round her wrist that is in an inscription of a language she will not say what it means though. her ears are pierced twice in each lobe and once in her right eye brow. she looks very human, but its her wings that giv her the name 'fallen angel'. her are large, feathery, enourmous (even for fallens standards) and tawny with mixtures of browns, whites, greys, as well as purples, blues and reds. they can be tucked right into her clothing, but she prefurs being able to fly at will.
Brief history: not much to say. she never knew her family, she was found with amniesia by a kindly human couple who fell in love with her chatter box ways and took her in as their own, not caring if she had wings or not. she had been 5 at the time. she grew up knowing that they werent her parents, the wings were a big give away, but also she could remember the day she was found, and she was forever grateful to them because of it. she had a happy childhood, as the rest of the family accepted her too. when she was sixteen though, a specist mob formed and came to the house and set fire to it. Areen didn't wake up till it was far to late. she tried getting her family out. but she could reach them, by that time her reactions had taken over and she flew from the house. ever since she has been on her own, in america not knowing what to do. she was too old to be sent back into care, so she had been looking after herself ever since. she doesn't hate all humans, she was too thankful towards the couple who took her in, but she does have an idea who the humans that attacked her house were, and she wants revenge.
Mental capabilities Kindness: 7 Sociability: 9 Neatness:1 Intelligence: 8 Courage: 9 (stupidly brave really) Virtue: 4
Physical capabilities Strength: 9 Speed: 9 Strategy:2 Demonic rank (if Demon who good are they at controlling their powers? If human this is not needed): can mostly control her powers, but doesnt no hw well so about 5 Defense: 7 Accuracy:7
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Post by Techy on Jun 23, 2007 11:24:08 GMT -5
(Hop on in Broky)
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Post by Brokenhearts on Jun 23, 2007 13:07:29 GMT -5
Her powerful wings labored through the high winds above the clouds. Her brown hair stuck to her cheeks, as her thin clothing clung to her skin, a film of membrane covered her enormous purple eyes protecting them from the high speed winds and sharp droplets of water coming her way. She was soaked through, and she felt so alive. She shot through the air as fast as she could, yelling calls that even she didn't understand. It had been a while since she had been able to fly so freely, and now she relished it.
She paused above where she knew where a city was, the one she had been staying in for a while. Not one she knew the name of, but it was somewhere to stay. Not even thinking twice, she dived straight downwards, head first towards the ground, and wings folded close to her body so she dropped fast her, it was only her light, bird-like bones not making her crash to earth faster.
She snapped out her wings when she was nearer to earth, soaked, if possible, even more. She shook her head, spraying water droplets into the air around her. A grin covered her face. She cast her eyes round, looking for something to do. She was bored already.
A cry came from over head, she looked upwards. Then frowned. She could see the outline of a human with wings, another fallen angel. She knew there were many round here, but she tended to avoid them. Not wanting to break the chain instead of waiting to see what they wanted, she veered off into the darkness of the night and dived towards the city, hoping to loose them there.
Only she miscalculated her dive. she pulled up far too late and went crashing into the hard wet concrete pavement with a pretty loud thump. her limbs (including her wings) sprawled all ovr the place and her head very dizzy. she tried pulling her limbs ba ck to her, but she had landed on her wing, it wasn't broken but it hurt like hell.
this is not my day... she thought to herself, but it had started out so well.
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Post by Donald Duck on Jun 23, 2007 13:34:43 GMT -5
Ricco groaned as he rubbed the back of his head. He stared at the girl's hand for a moment. Before grasping it firmly and pulling himself to his feet.
"Thank you.." He mumbled under his breath, releasing her hand. He smiled kindly, but quickly looked away to the buildings. A crash came from not far from where he stood and he jumped. He looked to where the crash was and saw a winged girl sprawled on the ground. Just how strange was the day planning to get?
"Are you okay?" He asked, running over to her.
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Post by Techy on Jun 23, 2007 13:50:20 GMT -5
Ara followed, almost literally on the boys heels. They stopped together, but Ara at his side instead of behind him. She knelt down next to the fallen angel, and did a quick glance-over all of her wounds. She didn't seem too badly hurt, good riddance her bones were flexible.
"So you need help or anything? Please, let me know." she told the girl, acting like she had known the girl all of her life.
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Post by Brokenhearts on Jun 24, 2007 12:23:14 GMT -5
"i am great... i am perfect... i am... owch..." she mumbled, tried to stand up. but the weight of her outstretched wings were too much for her. she came to a halt as she knelt, and came back to a sitting position. she tried moving her right wing, she let out a little yelp. it was painful, probably sprained. she looked up blearily at the boy and girl standing infront of her, they werent much older, or even younger than herself. "who are you?" she asked blearily.
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Post by Donald Duck on Jun 25, 2007 10:43:00 GMT -5
Ricco cringed when he saw the girl in pain. He hated seeing that.
"I'm Ricco." He said, finally answering the girl's question. He looked to the other girl beside him and stared at her first. Trying to figure out if he had seen it before. Probably not, this was his first time to this city.
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Post by Techy on Jun 25, 2007 15:06:56 GMT -5
"I'm Araceli. Call me Ara. Both of you. And you are?" Ara asked, instantly moving to help the girl even though she wasn't asked.
She gently ran her hands over the fallen angels wing, allowing herself to temp. go blind so she could feel the muscles underneith(sp?) her fingers. Nothing horribly wrong, but a few slightly torn in a few places, and the ones nearest to her main body were twisted from her landing on her wing and the odd angle they had to undergo. It would be a few weeks before she could fly again. And that was the extent to what Ara knew.
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Post by Brokenhearts on Jun 25, 2007 15:26:45 GMT -5
"Areen," she told them, wincing, she struggled to her feet again, she couldn't stay on the ground for long. she was an air creature, with her wings out like that, she was very unstable. but there was no way she would have been able to walk properly. to make matters worse there was no way to fold her right wing in. she held her arms out straight, and folded her left one in, slowly, in case there was any damage done to it, but could do nothing about the right.
she looked up at the boy and girl, then looked to the sky above them. she could see the outline of the fallen angel that had been following her, flapping high above the building tops, it seemed to be looking around for her. she swallowed hard.
"uh guys- i really hate to ask this of people i've nvr met before... bt uh... cn i have some help? ive got no where to stay and this wing is gonna put me out for about a week or so..." she looked round at the boy and girl hopefully, trying to avoid looking towards the sky.
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