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 Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 5:26 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 5:47 pm
 Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home.These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now.In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 6:05 pm
 
nickname. Lizzy
sex. female
age. child.: ~5-12yrs
origin. a fallen angel
distinguishing characteristics. red markings on her biceps and wrists; white wings; white hair with pink tips
personality. Elizabeth is determined to like everyone (except Eight) and is the sort to fancy herself a romantic princess (with Eight as the dragon). She is a talkative child, happy to interrupt any teacher with an inane or incredibly irritating comment whenever she thinks of them. Being perfectly polite and downright awkward by turns, she sometimes raises her hand and other times just interrupts. She says that this is to teach people to expect the unexpected, a phrase she may have cannibalized from Harry Potter. Mathematics and art are her particular favorite classes, though she also has an on-again-off-again affair with English. She is a perfectionist.
likes. Playing games, talking, getting up early, painting, geometry!!, making new friends, swingsets.
dislikes. Dogs, Eight, sad endings in books, screwing up, the size of her wings.
theme song. "Make This Go On Forever" Snow Patrol.
growths. [baby] [child]
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 6:09 pm
name. Eight Caedia de Cartier
nickname. Cate, the Facilitator
sex. female
age. 27
origin. melizse
distinguishing characteristics. Blue halo, glasses
personality. Eight is capable of many things, but currently her view of Gaia restricts her from acting to the best of her capabilities. Back at home, her Calling was the equivalent of a social worker. On Melizse, the mentally disabled were made into Cogitors, their equivalent of computers. It was her job to prepare them for the transition, and so she has learned a certain amount of detachment that isn't helping her deal with Elizabeth at all.
likes. Quiet, socializing, Melizse architecture
dislikes. Gaia, books, reading
theme song. "The Antikythera Mechanism" BT
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 6:29 pm
name. One Alistair de Cartier
relation. Uncle-ish?
status. on Melizse
name. Antony Shade
relation. positive/distant
status. He was nice. I wonder where he went.
name. Ophelia (Squishy)
relation. positive/distant
status. She was nice, I want to see her again
name. Ishizuke Gamma
relation. positive/distant
status. She was nice, I wonder if she is dealing with that jerk
name. Dei
relation. positive/distant
status. He'll live a rather sad life, won't he...
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 6:36 pm
The angels of the lost realms are holy beings made of starfire and ether. To look at them is to have your very eyes experience a transformation that no human body matter is meant to endure, to hear them speak is to go deaf, and to touch them is to incinerate yourself alive. These angels are so far beyond human comprehension that long ago they withdrew from the mortal realms to a "Heaven" where they would never again have to chain themselves into mortal form.
Yet, in this Heaven they appear to be as humans - a longing, perhaps, to become one with God's favorite children once more. The differences are obscure, even negligible- wings, ranging from one pair to six, which may be manifested or hidden at will. Inhuman eye colors- deep oceanic blues are the most common, followed by golden eyes and then gray. Brown and green eyes are nearly unheard of, recorded in just three individuals over several millennium of history, and red eyes completely unseen.
Ancient writings suggest that there is no familial structure in the angels. In fact, they state in so many words that angels are unnatural beings, born of no mother and sired by no father, feeling nothing save respect and obedience. These words are repeated in every account of the lives of the angels in this world, and yet every tract, without fail, relates a story or two of angels loving each other in secret and falling for their pride. Lore about angelic children called the Aions or the Grigorii is not uncommon, relating these misbegotten "sons of ashes" to terrible demons.
The social structure is rigid, beginning with a simple Angel rank and ascending until the Princes of the Presence, whom are only one step below the mystical "god". There is one Prince of Presence, served by a Chareiai, for each caste of angels. Each Prince shares the same rank within the Heaven, and each prince can never lose their place in Heaven. Every prince save one is male.
Every account of the angels also mentions the one thing which may be the true difference between angels and humanity, that which is called the Radiance. In an angel, it functions as something like the heart; to lose one's Radiance is to die completely. As long as an angel's Radiance is not destroyed, they may be constantly reincarnated. Current lore indicates that there are only three ways to destroy a Radiance: to have another angel destroy it, to cut off the angel's wings, and for the angel to commit suicide. It indicates that an angel may remove their Radiance.
It seems that sometimes angels may possess a human form, burning out the prior consciousness and essentially sealing themselves into the body until the body's death. This may be one of their punishments.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 6:44 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 6:55 pm
4 Solo Entries » 2 Closed RPs » 1 Open RPs
stage one. The Cabbage
Requirements: 2 diary posts of any type
[X X]
stage two. The Baby
Requirements: 1 Closed or Open RP, 4 Solo Entries
[C][X X X X]
stage three. The Child
Requirements: 5 Open RPs, 6 Closed RPs, 8 Solo Entries
[O O O O O][C C C C C C][X X X X X X X X]
stage four. The Teenager
Requirements: 8 Open RPs, 10 Closed RPs, 19 Solo Entries
[O O O O O O O O][C C C C C C C C C C][X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X]
stage five. The Youth
Requirements: 6 Open RPs, 10 Closed RPs, 15 Solo Entries
[O O O O O O][C C C C C C C C C C][X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X ]
stage six; option two. Full Adult
Requirements: 8 Open RPs, 14 Closed RPs, 24 Solo Entries
[O O O O O O O O][C C C C C C C C C C C C C C][X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X]
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 7:13 pm
acknowledgements.
emperialteal/romesilk. the concept of the cabbage patch
oh!1945//natsube. elizabeth's official art
m hermey. the concept of elizabeth and family
miscellaneous artists. all work displayed
obligatory threat.
don't be a douche; everything here belongs to someone, and you shouldn't take it.
posting permission.
romantic wishes. obviously
cpk staff. obviously
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 7:28 pm
Inside the Holy Tower, there stood a small altar. Dusty and uncared-for, no one cared to remember its purpose or the link it signified. The moth-eaten fabric, the grimy seven-armed candelabra, both made of an ethereal material found only in the highest reaches of the farthest stars, once had been the centerpiece of a visit to the Tower. Now, what had once been a way to traverse the Sephirot was nothing but an old rock, unhewn from any stone.
The Sephirot: Seven links between the levels of existence. From the Holy Tower, down to the depths of Sheol, no one dared to harm the critical anchor points traversing every realm. To do so courted destruction- of the worst kind, the sort that would destabilize entire worlds.
Standing before the altar, the angel rubbed away a tiny bit of the dirt on the candelabra with his thumb. It had been so long since someone had used the kether lines of the Sephirot to travel through the worlds. The angels were distancing themselves from their human brethren, and no wonder; the longer the race was permitted to continue, the more debauchery it produced. The more sin it bred, like a cancer spreading, polluting the earth. And yet, he knew it was wrong.
This will cost us her talents, he thought. No angel who loved God could turn from their siblings like this, like the angels were leaving humanity. The last guardian angel had returned after causing the death of the child he was meant to protect, all because the child was already 'filthy with the sins of men'.
He couldn't understand it. This dread feeling, like his heart had simply vanished, was familiar to the Prince of the Presence. Her...
The name did not bear speaking, but every angel knew her face and the feel of her power. No one could defy her- the Great Thrones. He left the altar room, wanted to ignore it. The angel would have simply resumed his work among the other cherubim, but then he felt it. A soft tremor- a strange, giggling feeling like being immersed in champagne. The bubbles tickled. His ears popped.
At the window, he could see her. In her hands was the blindingly bright form of her Radiance- the true form hidden behind the battle-worn fingers.
She glanced at him. Her gaze contained an inexpressible emotion.
The Radiance in her hands fell, disappeared through the floor.
Moments later, she did too.
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