His Story:
Born to a mother with nothing in her mind but power. Son of a father who would never know he had a son. Anjel's mother, Imelah, had wanted a strong son. One to carry on her legacy of destruction and bedlam -- what she got had not met her expectations. After becoming impregnated with the thought of having a son to take on both her abilities, and that of the unknowing father, Imelah was sorely disappointed when her son demonstrated no special power. The very image of his father, Anjel was a disgrace to the power hungry Ulaya, thus, she did what she could to get rid of her son.
Drowning would only be the first attempt.
It was the cries of the young Anjel that brought an elderly Ulaya to the river that day, and more importantly, to the kit's rescue. Anjel accepted the elder - Chien - as a father figure, too young to know why his mother had left him in the river. Years later, Imelah would come face-to-face with her adolescent son. The timing though, couldn't have been any worse, for it was on this day, Chien had told Anjel what he knew of his origins -- how one of the other Ulaya in Chien's clan had seen the kit's mother dispose of him, though thinking the child long dead before then, had said nothing.
So Anjel, bitter and angry, young and foolish, confronted his mother, who saw it fit to test him for any latent,...abilities.
It would be on that day the sorceress would fall to her son.
Deserving or not, Anjel had still killed his mother. His mother. The poor teen could hardly believe what he had done. Innocent storm grey eyes, for the first time, reflected pain, and confusion that day, and the river that was supposed to have been his deathbed so many years ago, flowed with his mother's blood.
There were some of Chien's clan that could no longer think of him the same -- a murderer, in cold blood. Chien had no choice, but to turn the young Ulaya out, that night, lest the clan grow more fearful, and unsettled.
Something inside of him broke -- being turned away from the only family the young Ulaya had ever known. A bitterness began to bloom inside of him. Deep confusion, hurt,...pain. He wanted to hate them. He hated himself, his mother,... Them for turning thier backs on him. It began what would become a spiral of death, for him.
Anjel had become a traveler -- lost and lonely, not knowing where to go, but surviving. It was a little over a year after his exile that he stumbled upon the lands of a clan divided. The clan itself was huge -- far beyond the standard number of any clans today. It was almost like a metropolis, though it's 'government' was ruled by the clergy - the elders,...white mages, and corruption.
It was only by chance that he met her.
Cjarsa, estranged daughter of the rebel cleric, Bonshar, and leader of the rebellion,..a princess, and sign of hope to the Ulaya of the clan, rebel and non-rebel alike. Milk-chocolate fur, bright, determined, sweet silver eyes, long bangs pulled back with a beautiful blue clip, not only was she beautiful, in a simple, elegant way, but sweet, kind, patient, determined, angelic, intelligent,...
The speech she made that day he arrived showed the jaded Ulaya all this. He was captivated.
Cjarsa was in the middle of her speech, when the 'guards' found him,...a trespasser.
"Stand down!" Her voice, commanding, but gentle, rang out at the specticle of the guards struggling against the strong young male.
Samhiem, the young male who had risen to power in his father's place stepped up. "State your name, trespasser,." His voice was arrogant, aristocratic, and made Anjel's skin crawl.
With a snarl, Anjel replied, "What the hell do you want with my name?!" He gave the guards that held him another shove to try and break their strong hold.
"Why, the leader of this clan. My name, is Lord Samhiem. I ask you again,...state your name."
Anjel scoffed. "'Lord?' Gimme a break,." his smirked indignantly.
"I will not ask you again! N-"
"Please!" Cjarsa's voice broke through, as she stepped in front of Samhiem. It was well known amongst the clan that Samhiem fancied Cjarsa, and planned to make her his mate, so in order to appease her,..
"Very well, Princess,.." He gave a bow, which the elders - the clan's 'governors' knew for subtle mockery.
"Please!" Cjarsa now spoke to the guards. "Release him! He is,....my guest." A lie, but one that would have to do.
Anjel was released, and he looked up at Cjarsa with a furrowed brow, though he was certain, from the great distance, and the large 'stage' of boulders from which she stood, she could not tell, though he saw her nod, and playing along, gave one in return.
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After the speech, night was falling. Anjel stood, not knowing where to go, and gave a jump when Cjarsa herself, guarded by what appeared to be two very close friends, came up to him.
"Whoah!"
"Oh! Sorry for startling you." She took a few steps back, giving a apologetic smile.
"No, umm,..harm done,." Anjel replied.
"Might I,...ask how you came upon us, umm?" The princess timidly asked.
"You may, uh,..call me Anjel. Truth be told,." He puffed up finally, trying to act as regal as he could. Being an outcast was nothing to be proud of, though perhaps he could pull off being a rogue,...even if he did feel his exile from Chien's clan left some sort of invisible mark on him -- in truth, it sort of did. "My coming here was purely an accident.
"Your a traveler?" Cjarsa asked.
And thus, the two began to get to know each other, and soon Anjel became essential part of the Rebellion.
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Samhiem never liked Anjel -- had always been suspicious of him. It was perhaps this suspicion which led to the first unraveling of the Rebellion. Semhiem also didn't like the closeness of Cjarsa with this mysterious Anjel.
And so,... finally came the night, after many, many nights of planning, that the Rebellion as to launch their master plan.
A plan that was destined to fail. That night ended with tears, and blood.
A night Anjel would never forget.
The night his world, his love, his soul, was ripped from him.
He would forever be haunted by the look in those silver eyes, as tears ran from them, as she gave her last, gentle smile, and faded away.
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Now, Anjel is your classic anti-hero, agrieved over the loss of his loved one, bitter about not being the one to have died instead, but too stubborn to give up and die.
But what is left for him?
Discover more of his story, and helf him to overcome his sadness.
So what am I looking for?
Either a female or male signifigant other, with complimentary colors, and that can meet some of the personality requirements;
Female: Strong willed, not a pushover, yet gentle, sinceable, pretty well grounded, and very determined. Adventurous, intelligent.
Male: Someone that, while there for him, is not afraid to yell at him, knock him upside the head a few times, an' all that. Determined, harsh in a caring way, perhaps a bit more outgoing than Anjel.
Setting: Anjel's territory has become a little patch of the forest. To the northern end is a vertical cliff tht acts as a wall, to the west is a river, which becomes a waterfall as you reach the rocky cliff that is the southern border -- a rocky dead DROP. And to the east, a muddy creek. In the center is a flower-filled clearing, a meadow of sorts, with to the south, where the threes behing again, is a cave, a rocky cave. This is all what make's up Anjel's moderately sized territory.
So what's the plot? Recently, shadows have been appearing to Anjel. Shadows of his passed. Old members of The Rebellion have found him, and word is out that their clan has been in complete turmoil, but Anjel refuses to join them again. But the mess doesn't end there. Samhiem's lackeys have been tracking The Rebellion, despite their stealthy travels to find their lost ex-conspiritor. It has Anjel on edge, the constant attacks from something not quite Ulaya. And sure as hell not living. Outside Anjel's teritory, other Ulaya have been making up stories, saying the beasts come from within Anjel's land, and have come to 'face the creator of the fowl beasts' only to be torn down by said beasts. Sometimes when Anjel scouts his lands, he'll find their bodies, lying ravaged upon his lands. In a show of final kindness, he stops to burry them.
This would be when your Ulaya appears, ambushed by these beasts. Now whether thay are overwhelmed by the beasts, or stand thier own(preferable if a male were to apply), Anjel races to assist your Ulaya, and from there, they meet.
It will sure as heck not be love at first sight. Anjel is still hooked up over Cjarsa, y'know! It will take him a good while to get over her, and not feel like his heartis betraying her memory, by having feelings for another person. This would probably be made easier if the applicant were male. Cause then there would be more of a denial over being in love with another DUDE then with some other chick. XDDD
I figure there would be some conflict about HIM being the creater of the beasts, and he has to convince your Ulaya otherwise, in the end telling about their true creator, but convieniently leaving out The Rebellion, and the rest of his past, which will be unraveled over time, as they travel around, killing the beasts, and dispelling the roumors.
They will not face Samhiem. By the time they could do that, they should have come to terms with their feelings for one another, and Anjel will refuse to go, saying that he will not see Samhiem or his people kill someone else whom he cares for.
This will be an ORP, so bring your friends,...what's an adventure without a group?
I'm mainly looking for someone whom will make up the other 'main character', and my Ulaya's prospective one and only mate. ^^
Please PM me if interested.
