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 Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 4:37 pm
TABLE OF CONTENTS TC
Intro
Rules
Story
Option 1
Option 2
Option 3
Option 4
Profile Skeletons
Accepted profiles
Reserved
Open
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 4:57 pm
Intro TC
Intro
Rules
Story
Option 1
Option 2
Option 3
Option 4
Profile Skeletons
Accepted profiles
Reserved
Open  There has been a fight over centuries. Since the beginning the Earth existed. People had to choose which way to follow and usually pick the Devil's side. Now in the year 2010, things have changed. Instead of those whispers in the ears of humans saying what is good or bad, they can now be like an individual human being. Every human has a Guardian Angel or a Guardian Demon. It depends on the human's heart. And if coaxed by the demon then the "Deal" with the Devil will declare the human's fate.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 5:02 pm
Rules TC
Intro
Rules
Story
Option 1
Option 2
Option 3
Option 4
Profile Skeletons
Accepted profiles
Reserved
Open
Respect each other
Be semi-lit to lit
Romance is encouraged (Of Course!)
No cybering (Take that to PMs if necessary)
Use OoC
Try to post at least every other day
PM me profiles under the title of "Drops of a blue & red tear" or I won't take it
You may have more than one RPC but make sure you don't confuse anyone
No bumping
Stick with the story
I may add something so stick around and ENJOY!
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 6:20 pm
Story TC
Intro
Rules
Story
Option 1
Option 2
Option 3
Option 4
Profile Skeletons
Accepted profiles
Reserved
Open The guardians were sent down to earth. One guardian per person unless the person is going towards the other side. There was an agrement between God, and Satan. No one is to tell the humans that they are angel nor demon or show them. God is losing the fight as the souls of humans pour into Satan's inventory. Will the humans ever put the balance back or will they all fall in torment?
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 7:36 pm
Option 1 TC
Intro
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Story
Option 1
Option 2
Option 3
Option 4
Profile Skeletons
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Open The Guardian Angels are now everyday people. Though their wings are apparent when the light of the sun touches them. They fell to the Earth at night with no clothes, infront of whoever human they are guarding. The angels must not be tempted by the humans or anything else a Guardian Demon may appear to steal the human away from the angel. Angels must also remember that they are on earth only to prevent Satan from getting that human's soul, nothing more. They must not tell who they really are or what they were sent to do or a Guardian Demon may also come to steal that human away. Angels no basically nothing of Earth up close other tan the person they are guarding. They already know the human's name they are suppose to guard. Most angels are gifted in playing soft intruments but others may be good at other instruments. They are also able to heal but can only heal the one that they are sent for.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 8:44 pm
Option 2 TC
Intro
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Option 2
Option 3
Option 4
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Open The Guardian Demons are now everyday people. Though their wings and tail are apparent when the light of the moon touches them. They came to the Earth at daylight with no clothes, infront of whoever human they are guarding. The demons must not fall in love with that human else a Guardian Angel may appear to steal the human away from the demon. Demons must also remember that they are on earth only to prevent God from getting that human's soul, nothing more. They must not tell who they really are or what they were sent to do or a Guardian Angel may also come to steal that human away. Demons know basically everthing basic of Earth almost as much as they know the person they are guarding. They already know the human's name they are suppose to guard. Most demons are gifted in playing heavy intruments but others may be good at other instruments. They are also good fighters.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 9:17 pm
Option 3 TC
Intro
Rules
Story
Option 1
Option 2
Option 3
Option 4
Profile Skeletons
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Open The spirits are stuck on the Earth that have not crossed over yet. One spirit haunts the human until the spirit gets its revenge yet only the Guardian Demon can see the ghost. Another spirit can visit the human because they have something more to do before crossing over yet the Guardian Angel can only see this ghost. They can come and go from place to place either to reek havoc or do good until they are set to rest.
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 9:36 pm
Option 4 TC
Intro
Rules
Story
Option 1
Option 2
Option 3
Option 4
Profile Skeletons
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Open The humans continue on their original routine. They have no idea about the Guardian Angels and Guardian Demons unless they are told by their guardian. How will their life been once they notice a strange person lying infront of them naked? Will it change? If so, who's hands will their soul be in...?
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 10:35 pm
Profile Skeletons TC
Intro
Rules
Story
Option 1
Option 2
Option 3
Option 4
Profile Skeletons
Accepted profiles
Reserved
Open iPlease keep everything the SAME COLOR! Option 1[align=center][size=9][color=blue]This shall be my guide[/color][color=gold]:[/color]
[color=blue]{[/color][color=gold]Insert Gname[/color][color=blue]}[/color]
[color=blue]The harps play[/color][color=gold]:[/color]
[color=blue]{[/color][color=gold]Insert Character name[/color][color=blue]}[/color]
[color=blue]The things I left behind[/color][color=gold]:[/color]
[color=blue]{[/color][color=gold]Insert Bio of what they did in Heaven[/color][color=blue]}[/color]
[color=blue]But still I keep[/color][color=gold]:[/color]
[color=blue]{[/color][color=gold]Insert abilities / other[/color][color=blue]}[/color]
[color=blue]This rose is very fresh[/color][color=gold]:[/color]
[color=blue]{[/color][color=gold]Insert personality[/color][color=blue]}[/color]
[color=blue]As I look in the mirror, I see[/color][color=gold]:[/color]
[color=blue]{[/color][color=gold]Insert IMG Link/ description[/color][color=blue]}[/color][/size][/align] Option 2[align=center][size=9][color=red]This shall be my legacy[/color][b]:[/b]
[color=red]{[/color][b]Insert Gname[/b][color=red]}[/color]
[color=red]The cries and screams say[/color][b]:[/b]
[color=red]{[/color][b]Insert Character name[/b][color=red]}[/color]
[color=red]The things I left behind[/color][b]:[/b]
[color=red]{[/color][b]Insert Bio of what they did in Hell[/b][color=red]}[/color]
[color=red]But still I keep[/color][b]:[/b]
[color=red]{[/color][b]Insert abilities/ other[/b][color=red]}[/color]
[color=red]This blood is very fresh[/color][b]:[/b]
[color=red]{[/color][b]Insert personality[/b][color=red]}[/color]
[color=red]As I look in the mirror, I see[/color][b]:[/b]
[color=red]{[/color][b]Insert IMG Link/ description[/b][color=red]}[/color][/size][/align] Option 3[align=center][size=9][color=purple]This shall be my want[/color][color=orange]:[/color]
[color=purple]{[/color][color=orange]Insert Gname[/color][color=purple]}[/color]
[color=purple]I once was called[/color][color=orange]:[/color]
[color=purple]{[/color][color=orange]Insert Character name[/color][color=purple]}[/color]
[color=purple]How I was[/color][color=orange]:[/color]
[color=purple]{[/color][color=orange]Insert age when died[/color][color=purple]}[/color]
[color=purple]The things I left behind[/color][color=orange]:[/color]
[color=purple]{[/color][color=orange]Insert Bio of what happened on Earth[/color][color=purple]}[/color]
[color=purple]Still I am[/color][color=orange]:[/color]
[color=purple]{[/color][color=orange]Insert Restless (Haunting spirit) or Searching (Helping spirit)[/color][color=purple]}[/color]
[color=purple]This rose is withered[/color][color=orange]:[/color]
[color=purple]{[/color][color=orange]Insert personality[/color][color=purple]}[/color]
[color=purple]As I float in the air, I feel[/color][color=orange]:[/color]
[color=purple]{[/color][color=orange]Insert IMG Link/ description[/color][color=purple]}[/color][/size][/align] Option 4[align=center][size=9][color=black]This is me[/color][color=silver]:[/color]
[color=black]{[/color][color=silver]Insert Gname[/color][color=black]}[/color]
[color=black]I am called[/color][color=silver]:[/color]
[color=black]{[/color][color=silver]Insert Character name[/color][color=black]}[/color]
[color=black]How long I have been here[/color][color=silver]:[/color]
[color=black]{[/color][color=silver]Insert age[/color][color=black]}[/color]
[color=black]The things I have[/color][color=silver]:[/color]
[color=black]{[/color][color=silver]Insert Bio/ other[/color][color=black]}[/color]
[color=black]I am[/color][color=silver]:[/color]
[color=black]{[/color][color=silver]Insert skills[/color][color=black]}[/color]
[color=black]This blood still runs through my veins[/color][color=silver]:[/color]
[color=black]{[/color][color=silver]Insert personality[/color][color=black]}[/color]
[color=black]As I look at my reflection, I see[/color][color=silver]:[/color]
[color=black]{[/color][color=silver]Insert IMG Link/ description[/color][color=black]}[/color][/size][/align]
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 10:49 pm
Accepted Profiles TC
Intro
Rules
Story
Option 1
Option 2
Option 3
Option 4
Profile Skeletons
Accepted Profiles
Reserved
Open iPlease keep everything the SAME COLOR! Option 1 This shall be my guide:
{Insert Gname}
The harps play:
{Insert Character name}
The things I left behind:
{Insert Bio of what they did in Heaven}
But still I keep:
{Insert abilities / other}
This rose is very fresh:
{Insert personality}
As I look in the mirror, I see:
{Insert IMG Link/ description} This shall be my guide:
{Kookol}
The harps play:
{Sky}
The things I left behind:
{He was the keeper of souls. He guarded the gate from intruders. He was usually the angel that delivered the bad news to a human due to his content nature. He had black wings unlike your usual angels.}
But still I keep:
{His strength his two times greater than men but reframes from violence. He is good at playing many musical instruments such as the flute and guitar.}
This rose is very fresh:
{He is always content. No emotion gets to him at all. You can see the care in his deep aquamarine eyes which makes people feel warm, loved, and safe whenever they look into his eyes.}
As I look in the mirror, I see:
{He has black wings and aquamarine eyes that usually glow at night Black wings}
 Option 2 This shall be my legacy:
{Insert Gname}
The cries and screams say:
{Insert Character name}
The things I left behind:
{Insert Bio of what they did in Hell}
But still I keep:
{Insert abilities/ other}
This blood is very fresh:
{Insert personality}
As I look in the mirror, I see:
{Insert IMG Link/ description} This shall be my legacy:
{sayuki_the_rageful}
The cries and screams say:
{Akira Etsu}
The things I left behind:
{She was a keeper of the hellons, she watched over everyone in hell and made sure they were doing as they were told}
But still I keep:
{She is stonger then most and is faster too, but she tends to keep that to herself.}
This blood is very fresh:
{She is very outgoing and has a problem of getting too attached but she is very stong willed and smart.}
As I look in the mirror, I see:
{http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj223/renada45/untitled-9.jpg and her Red wings and tail.} Option 3 This shall be my want:
{Insert Gname}
I once was called:
{Insert Character name}
How I was:
{Insert age when died}
The things I left behind:
{Insert Bio of what happened on Earth}
Still I am:
{Insert Restless (Haunting spirit) or Searching (Helping spirit)}
This rose is withered:
{Insert personality}
As I float in the air, I feel:
{Insert IMG Link/ description} This shall be my want:
{xGaara-sanx}
I once was called:
{ Lilian FeDruma {Lili} }
How I was:
{17}
The things I left behind:
{While alive, Lilian's life was...boring. She despised it, and wanted to do something adventurous for her kind. When she finally felt she was doing something at least noble, she was slightly satisfied. She only stays on Earth to torture, and get revenge on the one who killed her. She haunts most people but knows it wasn't a human who killed her, she just has to find them. }
Still I am:
{ Restless }
This rose is withered:
{Completely opposite of the 'dead'. She's perky and hyper, but has huge mood swing when she remembers she's dead, or something depresses her. }
As I float in the air, I feel:
{..:[x]:.. } Option 4 This is me:
{Insert Gname}
I am called:
{Insert Character name}
How long I have been here:
{Insert age}
The things I have:
{Insert Bio/ other}
I am:
{Insert skills}
This blood still runs through my veins:
{Insert personality}
As I look at my reflection, I see:
{Insert IMG Link/ description} This is me:
{Tarma_Falloner}
I am called:
{Sophia Nikolayev}
How long I have been here:
{22}
The things I have done:
{Ex-Russian military, special ops. Got out to take care of her terminally ill grandfather. Devoutly Catholic, and seeks to do penance for her sins by helping others as much as possible; because of this, she spends what free time she has doing favors for the elderly folks in her appartment building. Currently occupied working as a clerk in a small second-hand bookstore.}
I am:
{Marksmanship specialist; weapons specialist: firearms; unarmed combat trained; multi-lingual; cooks extremely well.}
This blood still runs through my veins:
{Friendly in a polite way to strangers, but slow to warm to new people, and slower still to trust. She is, however, extremely loyal and loving when it comes to her grandfather. She uses sarcasm to hide the fact that she wants to push people away. She smokes too often, drinks more heavily than she should, and is constantly haunted by the things she has done in the line of duty.}
As I look at my reflection, I see:
{Height: 5'6"
Weight: 132lbs.
Hair: Blonde, short.
Eyes: Green.}
 This is me:
{xGaara-sanx}
I am called:
{ Zachery McFirnate {Zach} }
How long I have been here:
{17}
The things I have:
{Zach has always felt out of place. He was a child in a family of ten, living with his aunt on a farm. HE never got to enjoy other people his age, and feels awkward around people other than his family. At the age oof fourteen he moved to a larger town with his friend, and they live in what was once an abandoned house, said to be haunted. No one really knows they live there, but they continue to stay without anyone bothering them. He loves water. }
I am:
{Talented drawer, talented musician, { Guitar, piano, drums, and viola } and can easily do something when he sets his mind to it. }
This blood still runs through my veins:
{quiet, yet comepletely open and boisterious around people he knows. }
As I look at my reflection, I see:
{•[x]• } This is me:
{Kookol}
I am called:
{Kyle Brickman}
How long I have been here:
{29}
The things I have:
{e continues to run away from his past mistakes but they always catch up with him in his nightmares. He stays in his mansion painting and sowhat.}
I am:
{Medical skills (Doctor) and aletic abilities}
This blood still runs through my veins:
{funny (At times), keeps to self, and caring}
As I look at my reflection, I see:
{Kyle}
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 11:02 pm
Reserved TC
Intro
Rules
Story
Option 1
Option 2
Option 3
Option 4
Profile Skeletons
Accepted Profiles
Reserved
Open
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 11:07 pm
Open TC
Intro
Rules
Story
Option 1
Option 2
Option 3
Option 4
Profile Skeletons
Accepted Profiles
Reserved
Open
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 11:02 pm
A car horn honked wildly as the blond jogged across the street in front of on-coming traffic. Ignoring it as her sturdy, steel-toed work-boots caught pavement once more, she dug into the pockets of her scarred leather bomber jacket with a vengeance. Pleased to find a half-pack of smokes left buried in the fleece lining, Sophia paused to tap one out. She would finish the cigarette and stop for some groceries before heading home; she'd just wrapped up her shift, and if she hurried, she might make it home in time to cook a decent dinner for her Papa.
A faint click of the cheep plastic bic, and she was on her way again with the cancer-stick clamped firmly between her lips. Pushing out toxins from her lungs with a great sigh, she watched the smoke curl up into the sky as she mentally walked through all the things she needed from the corner store.
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2008 11:39 pm
Sky was standing infront of the Golden Gates of Heaven like a statue with his arms crossed over his ripped chest. His wings were pressed against his silky peach skin as it curled at the tip near his ankles. They were like a Ravens but pure black even with the seemingly blinding light hit them. Gazing upon the diamond colored clouds, he searched with his aquamarine eyes for Death who usually appeared constentlywith a soul to be let through the gates. Alas, there was no sign of the 'Spirit Deliverer'.
"Sky." a voice shot out from the opening of one of the Golden Gates. It was deep and demanding but yet calm and soft.
Sky turned to his right and quickly put his arms to his side as he saw Him, the wise, the Lord. "Yes, my Lord." he replied while looking into all that is to sacride for anyone to see or be in the presence of.
"Come my son. We must talk of the matter at hand."
Sky nodded and followed without further question. Eventhough he was never to leave his post at the Golden Gates, he knew that it would be alright anyways if his Father called him.
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Posted: Sat Feb 09, 2008 6:53 pm
Zach sat, hunched over his guitar, in the dark abandoned house. He plucked the strings carefully, tuning each one with precision.
"Zach?" Charlie walk in the door, slamming it. He held his clarinet in one hand, and a roll of paper in the other.
"In here." Another one of Zachs strings came untuned and he sighed. He set the guitar down, and walked into the kitchen.
"What's up, Char?" Charlie grinned, and Zach knew it was good.
"We got in." Charlie's grin grew wider. "We did it." He slammed the paper down in front of Zach, collapsing into a chair. Zach grinned, enjoying Charlie's hard work.
"I can't believe it, you actually did it..." They high fived, and Charlie stood, setting his clarinet down.
He stood, waving goodbye to Zach, and he soon sat alone, the house's only light still coming from the lone two windows in the front of the house. He sighed and grabbed the guitar again, shoving it in the case. He flopped down on the couch, closing is eyes.
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