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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2008 7:46 pm
Table of Content
~story~ ~setting~ ~rules~ ~profiles (demon/human) ~ ~profiles (angels) ~ ~reserved~
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2008 7:48 pm
Story Man has waited for years on end for their creator to show himself and show them to their promise land. Man waited for so long that some ran out of patience thought he had abandoned them. Some had turn to other possibilities to explain it, but still many remained hopeful. Over hundreds of centuries had passes and man had reached a high point in power, and very few still believed in their creators return. On the faithful day he did return he was saddened and shocked to find they almost all had forgotten him, he saw no more use in man and ordered them all to death. In only a few months Their empire that took them centuries to build, crumbled and fell by our creators minions, the angels. Their blood shed by a new enemy not themselves. They grew desperate to live and some hoped to redeem themselves, but only fell to a holy blade. Soon some had turned to what their ancestors had called their enemy, the damned souls of their kind, the demons. To be released they were gleeful but there freedom only came with their help in mans survival. And so the demons we had seen as our enemy for so long became our friends in our hour of need, they now hope to turn the tides of the battle that now looks just as grim. We turned to evil to fend off what we once called holy.
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2008 8:02 pm
Setting
The war began in Monument city, a massive city with the tallest of building to be a monument to human achievement, built in a place where none thought possible. It was the angels first target. In a swift devastating attack the city was massively damage, people had to evacuate and retreat and the angels followed them quickly leaving the city in its ruins. As the war went on the angels left the city alone for it was hard to get to and held no use to them. Refugees that have made an escape began to occupy it and hid from the eyes of the angels. Over time the name got around as the safe city. The demon and human armies had learned of it's isolation since the first attack and saw potential in it as a base of operations. The city lay in the heart of the angel territory meaning they could no attack from both sides, and had a way to get in without the angels knowing. It wasnt long until the angles caught whiff of this and sent out for a siege upon the city. The city was once again lit with war and the people still there have to maintain there position until help can arrive, which would take about 5 months. So those still there stay and protect the city as it's there best hope for defeating the angels.
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2008 8:03 pm
Rules ~No goddmodding, it's just annoying ~this is a semi-lit to literate rp meaning a minimum of 5 sentences, one paragraph. Let’s try to avoid one liners people! I might let up a little but only if I think you deserve it. ~romance is okay, but lets keep it pg-13 please ~ cussing is okay, but let’s not over do it ~let’s try and stay to the storyline as best as possible, I understand you want to have a special plan or something but let’s not swerve off the road into the canyon of chaos story lines! If you have ideas that may do that, please contact me before hand so we may discuss it. ~please Pm your profiles to me! Put the title in the subject. Won’t get in unless ya do. ~don't kill other player with out their permission. ~ you may have multiple characters but make sure we can tell the difference between them all. ~if you have suggestions then feel free to let me know. ~lets keep our OCC limited, if you need to let us know your leaving then it's okay, but if your have arguments or conversations through them...just take them to pm! ~idk what else to say so this one is for fun.... wheeeeee blaugh ~I may add more as I see fit.Profile skeleton [b]Gaianame:[/b] [b]Character Name:[/b] [b]Age:[/b] [b]Bio:[/b] (I’m not expecting a novel really, in fact i don't mind short bios, but lets at least be creative, I’m tired of "lost his memory" or whatever! if you can't create an interesting bio then you probably shouldn't be here) [b]Race:[/b] (demon, angel, or human on the side I don’t really want humans to have magic, but if you can really convince me otherwise I’ll allow it.) [b]Appearance:[/b] (description or pics I don’t care) [b]Weapons/powers:[/b] (Let’s be reasonable, no more then 2 powers, and weapons, well lets just be reasonable you’re not going to carry around your own personal arsenal. Oh and guns are allowed.) [b]Other:[/b] (anything else you would like to notify or just point out)
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2008 8:33 pm
(( i would like it to be as evenly spread out among types of charaters as possiable, when everyone joins one side it makes thing a little hard to have fun))
Demons
Gaianame: Abochaboch Character Name: Asher Bio: The second in command, and temporary commander of the city until his superior returns from his mission to help create a safe way for the reinforcements to arrive through. His attitude towards human has always been a bit rough, in a way he was jealous of their freedoms on earth. He also sees himself much better then them. He helps them saying that they’re to weak to do it on their own, when in truth he does it cause they bribed him with freedom. His true sin has been his anger, which over his years of imprisonment in hell he has gotten some control over, enough to put it to use as a fighter. Race: Demon Appearance: Asher Weapons/powers: Mostly his blade (in pic) along with his ability to manipulate gravity in certain areas. Other:
Humans
Gaianame: Abochaboch Character Name: Matt Bio: He was a normal man before the angle attacks, a basic job, a house he was still paying off, and a loving family. His city he had lived fell under attack while he was on his way home from work. Managing to get home he had found that all that was his life, was burned to ashes, along with his family. He wondered as a refugee for a while before he got tired of his sorrows and joined in the fight against the angels. He’s still a greenhorn to war but he seems to have a talent in not dying. Race: human Appearance: Matt Weapons/powers: He uses the weapons given to him, mostly a M-16 , a M1911 pistol, and an army knife. Other:
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2008 8:34 pm
Angels
Gaianame: Abochaboch Character Name: Morgan Bio: The general of the siege on Monument city, at his disposal is all that can reach him. After the first day of the siege he had his army move in and take the northern rim of the city and created a base of operations there for his men to camp out and continue to push the humans and demons back until they’re in a corner, then to wipe them all out. He acts as if he pities the humans, as if they didn’t have to die though he knows damn well that he enjoys drawing there blood, and the demons blood even more so. He has seen the demons as vial abominations, unfit to even breathe. His ambitions and tactics leave no enemy soldier alive, or wanting to be. Race: Angel Appearance: Morgan Weapons/powers: His weapon of choice, along with what he calls his holy blast ability where he releases an energy that acts as an acid to demons, not as effective to humans but still useful to damage them. Other:
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2008 8:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 16, 2008 8:50 pm
((i now deam it open! send them profiles in!)) The morning sun broke over the horizon sending the message to all and beginning the second day of the angle siege. On the first day they had pulled a Blitzkerg maneuver, striking at us before we could fully prepare ourselves. At first it was more of a slaughter then a battle, the humans and demons were forced to retreat to the second battle line of five that have been set up for a safe position to fall back to when things get dicey. The angles have taken the northern part of the city, creating their camp for the duration of the battle. Reports of an artillery gun have being seen moved into the city were talked of, but nothing conclusive. Mike and his company were sent to verify the information. His M16 rifle felt heavier then usual, his eyes felt sharper then ever, his hearing felt much more sensitive, and his knees much more active as they quivered from his weight every few steps causing him to stumble a little. They crept through the city where the siege had last taken place, blood stains, bullet holes, dead bodies, scorch marks, and the ere silence of a dead zone. They hugged the wall of a nearby building to hide from enemy presence as best as possible, unsure what was scanning the area, or how long their soldiers would slumber before attacking.
Asher was in his office which lay in the farthest south building he could find. It was only a quick car ride away from their HQ in the town hall and a few bunkers made from old housing complexes. He shuffled through papers looking over damage reports of yesterday’s battle. The numbers looked grim, the ratio of allied deaths to angles was four to one. He rubbed his restless face and a few years seem to just melt off his face as color flushed out. His desk was a large pile of books and papers sprawled out in all directions, a desk lamp was all that lit the room. A phone rang from underneath the papers. Scrambling to find the phone he knocked paper off his desk in a mess. " Hello ?" he asked crudely, a quivering voice on the other side was heard. "Sir, they're asking for you in the war room, they seem to be getting a little agr-" " Who is asking for me? " Asher cut him off "the lieutenants, sir, they want to know wh-" " I’ll be there soon " he hung up with a groan and leaned back in seat.
Morgan was up already, a glass of wine in his hand and a sullied look on his face. He was on the top floor of the tallest building in their territory. It looked as if it belonged to a rich business owner, the floor a rich blood red color, a large book shelf filled with old literature, a large painting of a man dressed in cloths that looked as if fit for a king, his face was burned off by Morgan. The desk was made from a fine wood and embroiled with gold metals and smooth white ivory. A small portrait of a family lay in a broken frame on the other side of room. On his desk old paper of divorce and bankruptcy, guess the guy wasn't having the best of luck. Morgan stood by the window; small beads of water from the morning due were still visible. The bloody battle field lay just in sight. His finger reached up and lightly pressed against the window, and begun to run lines between beads of water. His wings laid folded on his back as the glowed a radiant light blue aura. An older angle walked in slightly opening the door. "Sir" he began “we have conformation that our artilleries have arrived." Morgan stood quiet for a moment. " So many dead, so many lost. Such a bloody battle we fight. A shame they weren't accepted by God, perhaps they could all be avoided. " he smirked to himself but didn't let the other angle see. He took a sip of his wine drinking till the bottom was bare. " Thank you for the news, go and rally the troops make sure their ready for my command. You’re dismissed " he said waving a hand at him as he took a seat at the desk. The angle left and Morgan looked upon the papers on the man desk. " Poor soul, such bad luck he must of endured " he chuckled to himself
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