Masked Angels (O/A)

[dragonrebelfire]

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[Daemon_Slayer]

Fantasies. A child's dream. An adult’s get away. All these things and more. Through out time, mankind has told of their fantasy. Writing them down on paper for others to know. One of the most famous is Cinderella. Well how about I tell you a little story of my own? A little twist in the Cinderella story. Lets begin, shall we.....

Far away, there was once a beautiful land called Rolana. The land was filled with crystal trees and flowers. But just because there was beauty, doesn't mean there wasn't trouble. The Queen of the land was spoiled, taking the tax of the already poor villagers. She'd spend it the most expensive clothes and furniture. And at every end of the month, a large Masquerade ball would take place. The King was unaware of this, to busy in his own affairs to take notice. But the villagers weren't worried. They had someone on their side. A group of five female thieves named 'The Masked Angels'. They'd appear in mask, obviously, from the sky and taking their target's gold and jewels. Then they would disappear in the night, giving the jewels to those who need. They had stolen the hearts of the people of the king, and someone else. At the ball, they'd dress up, hiding their gorgeous behind beautifully jeweled masks. They'd dance with the men and chant with the woman. When they got away from the crowd, they'd lead each of the king's five sons outside. There, they'd share one last dance, a walk, and lastly a kiss. Then they'd disappear with moonlight, leaving only their mask behind and the gentleness they gave him. Do they know they're in love with thieves? Perhaps, does the Queen? No, but she's got a plan to catch the 'Masked Angels'. Well she find them and clip their wings? Or does this fantasy get a happy ending too?

[dragonrebelfire]

:~:Rules:~:

1. Romance between characters as long as its PG-13.
2. Fighting allowed and you know it is
3. PM me Profiles called “Masquerade” and put a mrgreen at the end
4. Don't make fun of the thread.
5. Don't Post if your not a member!!!!!
6. Can have up to 2 characters
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8. No goddmodding please.
9. Try to post at least 2 times a week
10. Don't post then leave or u will be blacklisted and banned
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12. Try to at least have 2 lines for each post, one liners are ok every once in a while.
14. There is no 14th rule.

Instead title pm ‘avon’ and put a domo at the end of the pm

15. Highlight the rule above.
16. I reserve all rights to add more rules if needed

[Daemon_Slayer]

:~:Roles:~:

The Masked Angels:

Leader: dragonrebelfire
Second In Command:
3. Lynsia
4.

The Princes

1. Daemon_Slayer
2. Apocalyptic Revolution
3.
4.

The King:
The Queen: x-Luna Dolly-x

(Warriors of the Kingdom and Other characters will be accepted.)

[dragonrebelfire]

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[b]Clothing:[/b] {Optional. This is what your character is usually seen wearing. If a picture, please put in URL form}
[b]Mask:[/b] {Only for those playing one the 'Masked Angels'}
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[dragonrebelfire]

:~:Girl Profiles:~:

Username: dragonrebelfire
Name: Sarai Rihani
Age: 21
Gender: female
Sexuality: heterosexual
Race: elemental
Role: leader of the masked angels
Weapons: Adalia - family scimitar
Powers: control over weather, lightning on its own, and can create forcefields.
Crush: a prince
Bio: Sarai Rihani grew up a kind and caring girl, always sticking to her studies. After the age of 4, her powers began to develop and she was taken away to a mountain village that was mainly populated by other elementals. She learned everything one could wish to learn about her powers, how to use them wisely, and how to be a good leader with them. She left with her family to a city near the queen’s castle before the queen began to raise taxes for her own selfish reasons. Soon after, Sarai’s parents died, leaving her alone. Sarai wandered alone till she began to notice the effects of the queen's high taxes, and she decided to do something about it. Thus she created the Masked Angels to put an end to all of the queen’s havoc. Being the leader, she is the calm and analytical one, unless aggravated to the point where she would fight and hurt another person.
Appearance: Sarai Rihani
Clothing: as seen in post pictures.
Mask: Mask
Quote: Violence is the last refuge for the incompetent.

Username: S p i n n i n I n R a i n
Name: Charlotte Violetta Scarlett
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Human
Role: A Masked Angel
Weapons: Two Daggers and a Sword she usually keeps strapped on her back.
Powers: None.
Crush:None, at the moment.
Bio: Charlotte's life was pretty good. She was from a family with money, and her parents tried to make her grow up right. But for some reason, it didn't feel right to her. She always felt something was missing. When she was little, her and her brother used to good off and play 'Knights'. Her parents thought nothing of it until Charlotte reached the age of Fourteen and still played. That was when they got worried. They tried to talk her out of it, but none of their attempts worked. Charlotte was already in to deep. It was then that she started hearing rumors about something: The Masked Angels. She didn't believe it, but after awhile, it was hard to ignore. She looked for these so called Masked Angels, and immediately fell in love. Not with the girls- Of course not! -but with what they did. Sure, helping people was nice, but the thrill of it.. Charlotte immediately wanted in. It's not like you could just pop in, though. She had show that she wasn't just some silly little girl who got bored. She did a little 'Presentation' and.. Well, the rest is history! She isn't one of the people who need to worry about taxes and such, but she likes helping nonetheless.
Appearance: The Girl Behind The Mask
Clothing: Charlotte is usually found wearing a crimson dress with some cream lace (Such as in the dress in the appearance picture), but on other occasions when she needs to be able to move around, she will wear an outfit like This. Although it may not look like much, it's quite easy to move around in.
Mask: Shes Nothing Without It
Quote: "Life may not be the part we asked for, but while we're here, we might as well dance!"

Username: x-Luna Dolly-x
Name: Queen Claudia Pyres
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race: Human/Siren
Role: The 'Evil' Queen
Weapons: Her mirrors, which she uses as looking glasses to see into the darkest pits of the cities. They only show her things as they, however, and never what is under neath.
Powers: Using mirrors to bend to her will, going as far as to trap people within them, and she still keeps the traits of the siren, using her singing voice to control the people around her.
Crush: The King
Bio: Claudia was not born of a human mother, but of a siren. She didn't know whom her father was, probably a sailor caught up in the tides. Her mother and sisters raised her, the only siren child born in a hundred years, to the tender age of ten. Until that day, she had remained in the ocean, happy and free, near the shore because her human side could not last in the water for long. That day, soldiers came and tore away from her mother's arms, the rest of them running into the water like cowards and never showing their selves again.

They pulled her into a brothal and made her into a child whore for sick men's pleasure. It was there she discpovered her body must lay in water for at least an hour or she would lose her voice. Claudia suffered horriblely for five long years. One day, she managed to escape, running into the streets with nothing but a long torn blanket on. It was by chance a carriage passed by, the land's prince inside. The carriage came to halt at the sight of her and she would have been whipped by the driver if it not had been for the prince, who feel in love with her at first sight. Not for her voice, which had been dry for years, but her self. He married her within a month, the first human she would have ever loved. That didn't change her anger, though. Claudia hated the human race all the same, despite bearing three sons to man she loved and being cared for everyday by loyal servants. Now that she meant something, they cared. That was the problem with humans, they only cared when it mattered. The Queen, when she was alone, would start to talk to her reflections in mirrors, soon creating an entire room of them to which she used her magic to look upon the city. She used the money of the ungrateful people over and over agin until it was dry on things she didn't need or grew bored with sooner or later. It didn't matter, they didn't deserve it anyway.
'The Masked Angels' doesn't seem to worry her. She'd get rid of them eventually, it was like picking the wings off of the flies. All she needed was a little time, blood and magic to go into it.
Appearance: Not of this World
Clothing: She likes to dress in fine, light silks. Not only because they look nice, but also because she can easily jump into water with them.
Quote: "Humans only say things to keep themselves safe. Mirrors, however, always tell me the truth; not because it won't do them harm but because it is their true nature to do so.

[Daemon_Slayer]

:~:Boy Profiles:~:

Username: Daemon_Slayer
Name: Anton Damien Pyres
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Human/Shadow Dancer
Role: Renegade Prince
Weapons: He wears a unique, slightly curved, long sword at his hip. It is made out of a special obsidian stone which looks like it is made of a filled, colored glass, but is stronger than steal, and just as sharp. He is more comfortable with the daggers he wears hidden in his clothes however.
Powers: The things his mother's assassins had done to him, changed him. He became a shadow dancer. His main ability, known as shadow dancing offers him many abilities, but he is untrained in it, so it is limited to being able to obscure him in the shadows, and allows him to move between then almost instantaneously. The physical alterations they did to him, gave him an enhanced body, his senses, strength and speed were increased as a result. The shadow dancing rites also made him snap, driving him partly insane. Once this happened, he discovered he was able to sense energy coming off people, giving him a view into their emotions. It also allows him some limited ability at predicting what they are going to do next.
Crush:The lead angel, of course.
Bio: Anton was cast out by his mother at the age of twelve. He was the first of his brothers to fall from her persuasion and he never regretted it. His mother‘s personal assassins had been training him since he was eight to be like them. When he was nine, they changed him. Preforming sacred acts and magical ceremonies to transform him and make him a better assasin. He was the youngest one to experience this, and in return, lost some of his sanity.
At the age of eleven, Anton saw one of his mother‘s higher nobles kill a peasant for no reason. When he brought this to his mother‘s attention, demanding justice, he was laughed at and then banished from her sight. But that wasn‘t the last of it. When he saw one of the men who had trained him slaughter another innocent woman, he didn‘t tell anyone. Instead he strode over to the assassin, and the minute he turned around, slit his throat. It just so had happened that the assassin had been one of his mother‘s advisors, who was quite dear to her. He was put into exile. For the next four years of his life he lived in the streets of the city, hiding from the guards, and doing what he could to be a thorn in his mother’s side. Eventually, he was caught. The guards imprisoned him and he was forced to spend time in the mountains, where he acquired the black stone blade he wore.
He left the colony of workers he was exiled to and joined one of the nomadic barbarian tribes. Their right of manhood involved crafting said sword from a stone given to a young man by his father, instead, a group of the warriors offered Anton a sword they had recovered off a fallen comrade who had fallen in a battle against his mother. He wears it as a trophy and as a remembrance, so he never forgets all the different people his mother has caused to suffer. He left the mountains for revenge on what his mother had done to him transforming him into the part shadow creature he had become. But in the city, he has found a greater cause, the pain she has caused the world. She will pay.
Appearance:Sorry, but it's what I see when I picture this Charry.
Clothing: As in picture.
Quote: The key to happiness, is not wishing you had made different decisions, but making the best out of the decisions you have made.

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The true civilization is where every man gives

'Why must it be windy today? I hate it when my cloak flaps in the wind.' A woman thought irritatedly as she walked through the forest. Even with shrubs and tall, thick trunks to block her, the wind always managed to find the young tan maiden. But even with the irritation of her cloak, the calmness of the forest soothed the rough edges of her mind. The smell of earth was rich here, as were the colors of flowers and the greenery. It all reminded her very much of home.

Soon, though, Sarai gave a mental goodbye to the denser forest and said hello to what most would call civilization. A town up ahead, only a few miles from the royal palace, was her destination. Corrupt guards ran rampant in this town, causing anguish in the hearts of many innocent people. Thus if she pilfered a few pockets to give to the needy and caused a few... bruises, she would say it was a day well spent. It wasn't much, but for the time being it was all she could do since she knew not where her fellow angels were.

Rai, as she so liked to be called, saw nothing and no one in the streets as she began to look around. At first she thought something was horribly wrong, until she saw many men trying to free a young girl from the grasp of a soldier. Without so much of pardon, she pushed her way through the men and stood before the soldier, the eyes behind her mask blazing. "I will say this only once. It is your choice how things will end after. Release the girl now." she stated simply. When the soldier laughed and reached out to shove Rai to the ground, she simply grabbed his arm, twisted, and let a small dose of electricity into his system. It wouldn't have hurt that badly if it weren't for his metal armor. It spread up and down his body, causing his muscles to spasm and release the girl in the process.

Taking his coin purse, Sarai handed it to the girl and motioned to her that it was safe now and she could return home. The young girl smiled timidly before running off while the men scattered, not wanting the blame of the soldier's downfall upon them. With a roll of her eyes and a shrug, she turned upon a heel and walked away, looking for something else to steal or someone else to save.

to every other every right that he claims for himself.

[Daemon_Slayer]

Anton walked out of the mountains slowly. It had been years, but he had heard reports of his mother’s city. It took about a year for information to get to the mountains from the city. The ‘savages’ he had stayed with were very isolated and only got information from intercepting royal messengers or trading with other civilizations around their area. If it was a year ago that she had started to increase the taxes by hundred of percents, then he couldn’t even try and predict how awful it would be. His hand caressed the blade at his hip slowly. He preferred striking from the shadows, but this war he had against his mother, he couldn’t stay in the shadows forever. This time, he would deceive her, but he would strike in a different way.

He no longer stayed hunched over like he used to, keeping to the dark corners and sliding in and out of sight, trying to appear small and unworthy of notice. Now he strode with his back straight up and his hand on his sword. It wasn’t the walk of a noble, but of a soldier, of a fighter. He carried himself with a deadly grace, that he would need to lose, for now. He would stand out, and he couldn’t yet. He needed to be unseen until later.

He strode into the northern gate of the city, and instantly recoiled in revulsion. The city had gone to hell, beggars lay on the street, and peasants bowed and scraped, jumping out of the way of any noble or guard who walked by. Anton was enraged.

“HALT!” One of the armored men said and looked at him. He pressed a gauntleted hand to Anton’s chest and pushed him back a step. “Pull your hood back.” He growled.

Anton shook his head and pushed back his hood slowly revealing a face that no guard in the city would have been allowed to ignore. Instead of running, he grinned and put a hand on his sword, standing up straight again. Daggers and knives were great, but if they called other guards, he would need the sword. He stood there for a second as a look of recognition crossed the soldiers face. He began to shout for other guards. Above him, on the wall of the city, he saw one of the towers which served as barracks begin to light up as candles were being lit, and he could hear shouts of confusion as guards started to rush outside. He knew he didn’t have long, but he wanted to strike hard and fast. He didn’t intend to kill all of them, or even go uninjured, but this was the first in many messages he would leave his mother.

The first guard lunched at him.

Anton’s blade slid from it’s sheath silently, and in one sharp motion, separated the man’s head from his shoulders.