Fallen Twilight ((OPEN!!))

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{Credit for this idea doesn't go to me}

Humanity has changed in the years that have passed. It is now the year 3087 and humanity as we once knew it is gone. There are no thriving cities, no celebrations, no civilizations, no hope it seems. There was once a time when humanity thrived, but there was such an evil, such bloodlust in these beings that God could not stand to see flourish, in an attempt to purify the world he sent his angels to kill all living beings on the earth. He would let the earth heal and then he would begin a new, but as we know humans are stubborn beings and would not be struck down. They have formed alliances with the other creatures of the world, trying to protect what they believe is their own.

There are no countries left, no continents, the only land left is what we have once called Europe and even then half has been taken over by angels. The land is now called Gevallen Schemering, otherwise known as Fallen Twilight. The world seems dark, even in sunlight there is little light, it seems as if the world is forever shadowed in an eclipse. This is the cause of all the hate after the first attacks.

The first wave of attacks was brutal leaving children without families and families without children, bodies lined the street until one day they all disappeared, not left to rot, simply gone, everything was just gone. Humans took this and learned from it having no choice but to try to fight, some have taken up arms, learning magic or refining their skills in attack, however Angels are powerful beings and with holy magic on their side. Still in order to have something up there sleeves alliances have been formed between beings previously at war. Humans are united as one, Vampires and Werewolves fight side by side.


Things have began to slowly change for the better but what about the second wave? What will happen when it all gets destroyed again?

So only one question remains, which side will you fight on?

 

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Age-
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[b]Personality[/b]
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Fears(must have two at least)-
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This world has fallen into disorder and chaos there are only a few rules.
•Try to keep playing fields even (I don’t want to see 8 million on the side of the living and only one human)
•Fighting and Romance are strongly encouraged (how else will you survive) but please keep it PG-13 and following the rules of TOC
•Please PM me your characters so I can put them on the list but you don’t have to wait to roleplay, just jump in.

•No Auto killing (obviously)
•No Godmoding (obviously)
•Be reasonable,
oIf you don’t want your character to get killed but they’re in a fight with someone much more powerful than your character can escape but they’ll be severely wounded.

 

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Username emerarudo_chan
Basic
Name- Emerald Heart
Age- 19
Birthday- May 17
Race- Human

Personality
Favorites (Food, color, genera, ect.)- Sashimi(food), Green & Black(colors), Music
Fears(must have two at least)- getting close to someone, losing her treasured goggles
Likes- music, her goggles, fighting
Dislikes- sitting around doing nothing, being in large crowds of people
Basic personality- Emerald may seem rude when you first meet her but its just a cover since shes really a softy on the inside. She loves nothing more then to sit alone and listen to her music while dreaming about a better life.

Appearance-
Picture/Vivid description- http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a42/Emerarudo-chan/ID.jpg
Any changes from picture- nope
Birthmarks- none
Scars- left cheek
Tattoos- none
Piercings- right eyebrow

History-
Orphaned at a young age due her parents mysterious deaths, Emerald spent her childhood wondering the countryside and filling her sketch book with all she had seen during her travels while listening to her music and keeping to herself to keep out of trouble as best she could.

UsernameTypically Untypical
Basic
Name-Angel Miala
Age-18
Birthday-4/7
Race-Human

Personality
Favorites (Food, color, genera, ect.)- Strawberries, green,
Fears(must have two at least)- Being killed, having her sister taken from her.
Likes-Peace and healing
Dislikes- Violence.
Basic personality- She's very shy and doesn't talk but she's always sweet kind and caring.

Appearance-
Picture/Vivid description-Angel
Any changes from picture-none
Birthmarks-none
Scars- a long cut across her back
Tattoos-none
Piercings-Just her ears

History- Angel is the younger sister of the Miala sisters. Her parents were killed when she was fairly young and has depended on her older sister all this time. She lives with her sister in an underground bunker and has remained safe so far.

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Username Typically Untypical
Basic
Name-Luna (Voice) Miala
Age- 26
Birthday- 4/13
Race-Human

Personality
Favorites (Food, color, genera, ect.)- Steak (But there haven't been cows in years), blue, Mystery
Fears(must have two at least)- Her sister being killed, and falling into the enemy's hands
Likes- Killing Angels, and people who make sense and aren't crafty.
Dislikes- People who try to trick her or hurt her sister.
Basic personality- Luna is very rough around the edges, tough to talk to at first, stand offish and suspicious of anyone who walks within a foot of her sister. She wants to keep the last of her family safe and won't stand for someone hurting her sister.

Appearance-
Picture/Vivid description-Luna
Any changes from picture-none
Birthmarks-none
Scars-none
Tattoos-none
Piercings-just her ears

History-Like her sister Luna lost her parents fairly young, her and her sister after that hid in an underground base and have been helping people by her sister's request.

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Ryu Earl Ora
Basic
Name- Ryu Earl Ora
Age- 23
Birthday- November 5

Personality
Favorites (Food, color, genera, ect.)- Pizza, red, black, silver
Fears(must have two at least)- Angels, Other Humans
Likes- Being alone, it gives him time to think
Dislikes- Most company. He is very mistrusting. He will not trust you until you prove yourself. Sleep.
Basic personality- Gruff. He isn't very trusting, but he does have a sense of honor and loyalty.

Appearance-
Picture/Vivid description- Ryu
Any changes from picture- None
Birthmarks- On his back, on his right shoulder, there is a small, skull-shaped birthmark.
Scars- His arms are covered with scars from various cuts and bruises.
Tattoos- The two in the picture
Piercings- Two earrings.

History-

He lived through years of being hunted by many different people, all of them just trying to survive, but none of them really knowing how. In the first years of his existence, he was left alone by his parents. After that, he began searching for a group. He found one. A bad one. They turned on him one night, wanting to offer him as a sacrifice for the angels, hoping that in turn they would spare the group. It didn't work. As the angels prowled around, ready to kill Ryu, he escaped. How, no one knows but him... But something seems to haunt him in those nightmares he always has... As a result, he doesn't sleep.

Long after his run-in with the angels, Ryu was walking through a dimly lit corridor, peering around, looking for shelter. What he found was an angel. It emit a burst of light to blind him, and it worked... but it failed to kill him. He doesn't remember much of that run in... he just knows that now, he is blind.

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UsernameMektju
Basic
Name- Ely Von Fiamatta
Age- Unknown. (Appears to be in her mid-teens.)
Birthday- Bears no memory of it or find it any way significant.
Race- Human. ((Possibly a Nephilim. *Sans the Giant portion.*))

Personality
Favorites (Food, color, genera, ect.)- Prefers the taste of sweet bread and clean purified water. Though, she can't stomach liquor, she loves the taste of it.
Fears(must have two at least)- Getting sick, being chased and being held captive in any way, shape, or form and the Angels.
Likes- The sound and smell of crackling fire, white/shiny objects, dark places, any sort of writing.
Dislikes- Loud noises, shouting and sharp objects.
Basic personality- More subdued then antisocial, she tends to respond with physical actions rather then with words. She tends to be very eccentric when exploring the rubble of what remained and often picks up random objects. (Most of the time they're objects with pictures etched into them.)

Appearance-
Picture/Vivid description- Her hair is the color of candy apples while her eyes are a piercing green, though, it appears by features that she in her mid-teens, her height is rivaled by a sixth grader. Holds a rather distant gaze with a slightly bored look. Her hair curls at the tips and barely touches her shoulders. And from the disheveled mess, a rather thin, long tassel of hair falls all the way down to her thighs. Her forehead is loosely woven with bandages that are splattered with dry blood from a previous concussion. She wears a simple white dress and beige shorts underneath them. Hoisted on her shoulders is a tattered black backpack worn backwards so it shields her stomach.
Any changes from picture- Since she wanders the charred streets and rummages through the destruction, her clothes and face are coated with ash and dust.
Birthmarks- None.
Scars- Two slits starting from her shoulder blade all the way down to her lower back.
Tattoos- None.
Piercings- None.

History-
They say if you pluck the feathers off an angel and steal his halo, he becomes man. Though, it's uncertain whether Ely is in fact one of the angel or a bone-fide human, it's obvious that she bears no no threat to either parties. As for her past, she holds no recollection before her consciousness into this new World. The only thing guiding her is her nimble feet, her dexterous fingers and her rather chaste aura which bubbles any living being with a small sense of discomfort.

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Username
xAnimationhacx
Basic
Name- Shannon
Age- Appearance of 17 however is really rearing her 200 mark
Birthday- 12/21
Race- Vampire

Personality
Favorites (Food, color, genera, ect.)- Blood (preferably male), silver, night, rain, moon, watching the human habitat, fighting, walking around in the ruinous towns and or forests.
Fears(must have two at least)- Having everything exposed of her. Her own vulnerabilities.
Likes- Silence, warmth that the humans give off, night, thinking, swinging on swings, swords (weapons overall).
Dislikes- People.. Many, many things.
Basic personality- Quiet and in a way shy. She is very strong and determined and wont ever back down unless she sees it as a ridiculous battle and not worth it. She tends to meet people and know them before she ever judges them (which her judgment is never bias and or hateful). When threatened, she doesn’t do to well with and is angered. When hit, she will hit back.
-Personality changes when she is hungry/blood lusting- She is sadistic and clever, her abilities are smooth and clean cut. She tends to be cocky however never loses her mind to it. Her ways of speaking tend to be out in giggles and or they point out the enemies/victim's vulnerabilities and flaws. When she's lustful to random out goers, she'll try seducing them, and if she fails. She just kills them.

Appearance-
Picture/Vivid description- She has wavy, long, blood colored hair and shimmering ever changing eyes (primarily a gray or a green). She is extremely pale and always was since birth. She wears a black, long coat that hits below her knees. Her sleeves are short at the top with a longer end attached with a belt like attachment. http://fav.me/d25emi8 (sort of like the sleeves like this but a little different). She wears dark denim short shorts and a black, silk belly shirt that's low cut. She also wears a rocker type belt. She also wears black knee high boots (not stilettos or anything slutty) they somewhat look like a gothic/combat boot but more slender.
Any changes from picture-
Birthmarks- Paler wisp like markings that are on her back. (they look elegent)
Scars- none
Tattoos- none
Piercing- none

History-
Shannon always battled her own war with herself and the human race. She envies them yet she doesn't. She longs to cast away her hunger that she sometimes loses control of. She wants to help them and yet she wants to help her own.. She is more of a neutral character in which humans fear and where vampires and werewolves call sister. Shannon once had a human lover till she left him on the accord that her hunger was consuming their relationship and her low aging will take notice.. She feared that if she stayed with him, that the other humans will kill her along with him. When she met her human lover, she had a soft disposition to humanity, when she left, her personality grew tough to protect her vulnerabilities. Ever since, she keeps thinking of the human she fell head over heels for... This was fifty years ago. At times, she looks for his grave (knowing that no human lived to eighty or very solemnly they did due to lack of medical help).
Shannon sometimes sees others of her kind and the allies. She trades with them and at times battles due to the threatening attitude. She learned, kill or be killed. This lesson, she still silently battles with her conscience on helping all races.

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Username Scott the wise
Basic
Name- Scott James. Greenfield
Age- 18
Birthday- July 20th
Race- Human? for now

Personality
Favorites (Food, color, genera, ect.)- Lasagna, green and black, all music
Fears(must have two at least)- vampires, enclosed spaces, being alone.
Likes- nature, skating, sketching, reading, noise
Dislikes- vampires, silence
Basic personality- He is a good person always trying to be helpful in one way or another. He often talks to himself what is said only he knows and the people standing close to him.

Appearance-
Picture/Vivid description- http://demont1990.deviantart.com/art/Demont1990-137264238
Any changes from picture- Green eyes, dark dirty blonde hair.(ps that is my deviantart account.so give me some pointers on art K. biggrin )
Birthmarks- on his right arm
Scars- his back has a large scar going verticaly down it and many smaller ones all acrossed it.
Tattoos-nope
Piercings- no

History-
Scott had been raised in an area that was under fire from the angels he was raised by foster parents after his mother sent him away from the area after a bad inccedent during one of the attacks when he was 11. He has been traveling on his own for a few years now looking for a place to stay at for a while. He learned some self defense moves on the road but the six shooter on his side has been more than enough to keep him alive so far.  

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Username Saya Butterfly
Basic
Name- Saya Aoi no Tsubasa
Age- Appears to be 12 but is actually well into her 1000s
Birthday-12/ 28
Race- Angel
Gender- Female

Personality
Favorites (Food, color, genera, etc.)-Cotton candy, Purple, Purple Cotton Candy.
Fears(must have two at least)- Bugs, Sun
Likes- Anime of any sorts (mainly Touhou), Things of the "old world" (TV shows, actors, music etc.), cats, squirrels, Wolf
Dislikes- Being told what to do (unless it's from Michael), sudden movements (distracts her)
Basic personality- Happy, Hyper, the kind of person that's awkward to be around but can't help to smile, split personality

Appearance-
Picture/Vivid description- Sky blue hair coming down to her face resembling one her favorite Touhou Characters, Caramel skin, wears a vivid red and white Lolita dress with black outlining coming to just above her knees, No shoes, but wears a blood red ribbon around her waist and a poofy white hat with red lace and ribbon fastening it on her head. White wings tinged with gold feathers.
Any changes from picture-N/A
Birthmarks- Two Crescent marks one on each shoulder.
Scars-Various lines along her arms from trying to pick up stray animals. Two long Scars forming an X on her back, barely missing her wings from a close encounter with a Werewolf.
Tattoos- None
Piercings-None

History-
Saya is one you would call, "stuck in the past". She believes that the highlight of her life was at the beginning, at the Dawn of the second Millennium. Therefore, she relives it, rejecting the reality of the rivalry between humans and angel only until it is time to go on the next mission. She is the Head of the 4th Branch in the Ala Alba. She is very disrespectful of many other angels, except for Michael the Arch Angel. She has one younger brother, Phoenix, who is the polar opposite of her. The both of them were raised by the militia ever since their parents were destroyed in the first wave. All of her life she has been trained in various magical arts and combat skills. So far, she is the only angel to specialize in the Dark arts, and is head of the Dark arts training program for up and coming angels.  

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{Credit for these examples goes to Gaiapedia}

Since this is a literate guild and a literate roleplay, and I said no godmodding I'm going to give you examples of such.

Do NOT do this
User 1 Says:
"Stay back, I'm warning you!" User 1 shouts as he prepares to defend his comrade. *Draws sharp sword and slices Demon's arm off*

User 2 Replies:
User two beings to awaken. *Regains consciousness* "Good work..." User 2 says with relief.

Do do this:
User 1 Says:
"Stay back, I'm warning you!" cried User 1 as he threw himself between the snarling Demon and the unconscious body of his companion. Drawing his sword, he stood confidently before the beast as it attempted to rush him. Then, a flash of steel, a spurt of blood, and his opponent's arm was severed at the elbow.

User 2's says:
User 2 drifted back to consciousness just in time to feel the warm blood of the ogre splatter across his face. Forcing himself back into action, he shakily stood; the Demon, in pain and frightened by the new combatant, fled back between the rocks. User 2 sighed with relief. "Good work..." he said to User 1.



Now for the Godmoding examples
Do NOT do this:
Fighter 1 says:
The wind blows cold on his face as Fighter 1 clutches the hilt of his sword tight as he stares down the other. Fighter 1 wants to pick the right moment, to strike down his opponent without much effort so this would end quickly. A strong gust and Fighter 1 dashes with the grace of the wind. An impulse to the stomach, Fighter 1 believes the fight might soon be over.

Fighter 2 says:
Fighter 2 stands still, his eyes showing no emotion, no pain, no fear. The sword that seemed to have stabbed him was, instead, broken in half. The winds ahead made the clouds cover the moonlight and it became extremly dark. A sudden blow and Fighter 1 falls to the ground, dead. Fighter 2 walks away in victory.

Give someone the chance to respond.
If I or anyone else catches you Godmodding then I will be the one to chop off your head and let you bleed to death. Understood?  

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"Stay here and don't go out exploring again." Luna said to her younger sister as she left the bunker, even when they were in the middle of a war and her sister hand no skills what so ever when it came to combate the girl would still go out exploring. Luna sighed as she slipped into the forest, looking for a deer, they needed meat and the rest of the deer was good for clothing and other such important items.
Angel puffed up her cheeks in indignation and just set back down at her medical table. She was working on a way to help people with broken bones heal faster, the sooner someone was healed the easier it would be fore them to survive. Angel read through her notes and the books she had, she loved helping people, but of course there were few people who came through these parts.  

[Carmine the Mouse]

Alone. That was how this day would be. Just like the day before it. And the day before that. And so on and so forth. Only... today... Ryu wasn't interested in surviving. He would live. He had found a small can of tuna lying on the floor of an abandoned building, and he walked with it, guarding it with his life. That was all he had had to eat in forever.  

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Jerking upright from a nightmare-ish nap, Kayden wacked her head on a bar that she was resting under. Rubbing her forehead, she lay back down on her black jacket,the ringing of the bar still running in her ears. She got up, put on her jacket, and walked around a bit. I can see fine, and I don't have a big headache... Shouldn't be anything to worry about. She thought , taking a small pocket knife she had in her pocket and leaning against the bar. She began to scan around the area she was in, hoping to find something to do. She began to recall medical conditions she would need to remember out on her own.  

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Once she knew Luna was far enough away Angel got out of the bunker and headed into town, she was about a ten minute walk away from town so it wasn't too bad, she just had to be careful. A soft wind blew back her blond hair as her chocolate brown eyes watched everything. She wondered if there were any people left, it seemed everyone from before was gone. Angel saw a woman in a bar and was so excited, she ran into the bar and began to look and see if there was anything left to drink.  

[Mektju]

She found refuge in a garbage bin the previous night, seeing how it was warm and cozy, contained scraps of food and smelt like roasted chicken. It was hard to find a good place to sleep in these parts... The decimated city held a lot of toxic chemicals after the Angel's swept through the area so sleeping in a place containing a lot of carbon monoxide and other hazardous products was risky. While she slept, she marked the location of this safe haven in her mind and did not stir until mid-day.
The murky sun and the sound of footsteps awoke her from her rather pleasant rest. Stretching like a cat, she heaved a great yawn before push the ceiling of her home up and over. The clatter of the plastic top hitting the metal body of the bin echoed through the dusty afternoon and startled Ely enough to hop out of her rather unorthodox home. By this time, Ely had forgotten all about the footsteps that awoke her and stirred away from the alley and onto the streets. Her eyes were set straight ahead, following the dotted white and yellow lines which she had followed the previous night. Her eyes did not spot Ryu whom housed himself in the building and hopped on the dotted lines, playing a game while keeping track of distance.

 

[Carmine the Mouse]

Ryu sighed, jumping down from a ledge. As he landed, he heard something moving... walking around. "Oh great..." he sighed, trying to sneak in the opposite direction of the noise. He failed epically, tripping over a rock and falling through a window.  

[Nothing-is-fine-its-fine]

Spinning her long earring with one hand, and the knife resting in the other, Kayden began to recall the nightmare more than the medical conditions. Everyone she had left was frightened, but she had payed no attention to them. Sighing, she climbed up a few old crates she had found and sat on the top one, only a few feet higher than her standing point, still twirling her earring. She again recalled the sight of her brothers, eventually switching to the angels she had seen while in hiding. Her blue eyes scanned around her, and she was facing the opposite direction of a town not far off, but her back was against a wall. She began to let her mind drift as she stared. Don't let anyone... Thing, find me. I don't wanna fight-at least today. She thought twirling her earring one last time, rolling her eyes at the ground and thinking she heard something off in the distance.  

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Angel jumped, running to help the boy who had fallen through the window, picking the glass out of him even if he was struggling a bit. Through her mind went everything she had learned about glass and injuries, she hoped he wasn't to hurt, and she wasn't sure if she had any bandages on her to help. Angel didn't even think about the possibility that he might not want help.  

[Carmine the Mouse]

He struggled, saying, "I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine!!" He pushed her away softly, not wanting to hurt her, but afraid of other people since... that night... But that was a different story. "Thanks..." he sighed, getting up, pulling a large shard out of his arm. "But I'll be fine..."  

[Mektju]

The sound of the glass shatter forced her body into the cliche 'Fight or Flight' decision. The noise bothered her enough to blind-sight her judgment as she made a mad dash into an another alley not too far off. From there she hid behind the body of a crippled building, it's ashen bricks shielding sight and mind. After taking a short breath, her head poked out from the corner of the building and watched Angel and Ryu. She was curious, as her hands aided her from falling over... But not curious enough to approach the two.
From her stance, she looked like a lost kitten. Curious, but terrified.