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 Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 2:06 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 2:08 pm
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WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON?
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Those who are Devil's Advocate serve Lucifer the King of Hell. They have entered his trading business in deal making. But what is this tempting deal all about anyway?! Well my friend, I will grant you your deepest desire, the thing or someone you have always wanted. In return, you just sign here on the dotted line...to relinquish your soul to Lucifer.
Advocates found themselves in this job by either growing up as a demon in Hades and joining their King's cause or they had once been a Distressed Soul who had made the deal with another the devil himself or another Advocate. And now to get out of hell and reclaim their soul you have make a certain number of deals for Lucifer to hand back your soul.
HOLY WARRIOR
A group of angels that protect the souls of mortals. In the case of a distressed soul, a Holy warrior can become the persons Guardian Angel, whom can be summoned to help that person. This is the deal a Holy Warrior offers when they find the distressed soul giving in to an Advocate. However, the Holy Warrior and Advocate have fought in order to prevent the other from interfering. The worst thing that could happen in this scenario is that the distressed soul is killed during the fight. If this were to happen, the Holy warrior becomes a Fallen Angel, their once pure white wings turn black and they are exiled out of the heavenly realm. An Angel can also fall if they kill a fellow angel or someone pure of heart.
DISTRESSED SOUL
A distressed soul is a person who desires something so greatly that they would be willing to make any deal to have their wish granted. Examples could be the revival of a loved one, to make a correction in their own life, or even wealth, to name a few things. This emotional toil and secret wish alerts the Devil's Advocates, who specialize in a certain trade: collecting souls in return for wishes granted. A soul is the most precious thing a human has and without it...well that's for them to find out if the trade was truly worth it.
So an Advocate will appear sooner or later to make a deal with the distressed soul. They try to be persuasive and do whatever they can for the soul, but there is someone out to stop the Devil's Advocates and those are the Holy Warriors. These warriors try to prevent humans losing their souls to the devil and will try to persuade the distressed soul not to give in to the deal, to better themselves, and even if needed the warrior can become the person's guardian angel. However, things can get a little heated and the advocate and warrior could start fighting, if this were to happen, the distressed soul to be caught in the cross fire.
But ultimately the distressed soul decides their path, and this whole thing can be rped out! Note: Sometimes the distressed character is a short rp gig, doesn't have to be, but it allows you to try out different characters.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 2:09 pm
ЏШΞШΞШΞШЏ LUCIFER'S LAIR ЏШΞШΞШΞШЏ
Contrary to belief, Lucifer's abode is situated in the mortal realm just above the entry into hell. However, the specific location is top secret~  χχ○χχ○χχ○χχ○χχ ĠŲÅŖĎĮÄŅŚ φғ ŚỢỨĿŚ χχ○χχ○χχ○χχ○χχRealm of the winged ones. They reside in the heavenly skies~  «≡≈≡∩≡≈≡» MØЯTALS «≡≈≡∩≡≈≡» Sandwiched in between are the mortals. Who go about their day to day business in the year 2012...  ((Click the thumbnails to expand the pictures!))
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 2:10 pm
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 MODS: Hoshiko104 o1. Follow Guild rules and Gaia ToS.
o2. Be considerate to people. Don't leave anyone out of the role play. Be involved. Be creative. Be friendly.
o3. No stealing someone's soul unless they say its ok. And do not kill without consent of other player.
o4. No over-the-top violence and fighting.
o5. Post regularly. Let me, and the roleplayers you are currently roleplaying with, know if you will be absent. Prolonged MIA will cause your profile to be moved to the 'inactive' part of the profile thread, though this can be reversed.
o6. PM Hoshiko104 all profile titles 'Advocate.' Do not post until I have accepted your profile, please.
*I would like to acknowledge Mizz SebraZpotz for coming up with the original thread
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 2:12 pm
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PROFILE SKELOTON
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[b]Username[/b]:
[b]Character name[/b]:
[b]Age[/b]:
[b] Sexuality:[/b] Straight, bi, ect.
[b]Interested in romance:[/b]Yes/no
[b]Allegiance[/b]: Devil's Advocates, Distressed soul, or Holy Warrior. Not necessarily limited to these three. You can be a non-distressed human. Or you can be a ex-Advocate who has earned back their soul. Use your imagination.
[b]Bio[/b]: If Advocate, please include reason for selling soul. If distressed human with soul still intact for time being, please include reason for distress. Other than that, use your imagination.
[b]Appearance[/b]: Links, please. Can be anime, photo, or description.
[b]Other[/b]: Anything else you feel is necessary to add.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 2:17 pm
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POSITIONS
‡†‡†‡†‡‡†‡†‡†‡‡†‡†‡†‡‡†‡†‡†‡  ~ GOD is played by Hoshiko104.~ THE DEVIL is played by Hoshiko104.~ THE LEFT HAND OF THE DEVIL is played by Hoshiko104~ THE RIGHT HAND OF THE DEVIL is played by Solais Spade~ THE CAPTAIN OF THE HOLY WARRIORS is played by Mr. Eccentricity ~ THE LIEUTENANT OF THE HOLY WARRIORS is OPEN.~ SECRETARY TO GOD is OPEN.If you would like to be any of the open positions, please say so when you submit your profile. Send any ideas my way as well, maybe we can discuss other positions.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 2:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 2:20 pm
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I want everyone to be aware that this rp is a finite one, meaning I have an ending. How will it go, well, you all are going to help me figure it out!OOC LINK FOR ADVOCATE THREAD: Hangout ThreadThis link will take you to the guild's official hang out thread in Barton ooc, where much discussion over the IA rp already takes place so check out the most recent pages.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 2:36 pm
 Sitting next to a warm fire, Lucifer chuckled lightly while he sipped warm tea in the comforts of his castle. His gray eyes scanned the list of today’s soul reap, and he had to give it to his advocates, they were doing one hell of a good job. He was reading through what each entry of soul had entailed. Some were quite grotesque in their owners wishes, while others caused him to scoff. ‘I can’t believe that fellow sold his soul for a taste of that chocolate…then again’ Lucifer peered over at the porcelain bowl filled with chocolate truffles. Eyeing the luscious candy, he reached over and took a bite. “Ahhhh" he sighed in chocolate bliss. Never mind, he could definitely connect with the man. Licking his fingers, he read on through the long scroll.
Lucifer wiggled his toes, then peered over to them. Sighing, he recalled the fate of his beloved bunny slippers…yes bunny slippers. They were a present for his birthday from his fellow advocates, who noticed that he ran around the castle barefoot and then complained about cold feet. Just recently he was strolling the gardens in his comfortable slippers, when his usually tame and cuddly Rottweiler, Pomfry, turned suddenly vicious at the sight of the shoes. It was quite a sight, him, dashing with his bunny slippers through the Hell Castle Grounds, Pomfry, foaming at the mouth and bounding after him, and a group of his advocates sprinting after the pair, trying to call Pomfry off. Lucifer escaped by climbing up a pomegranate tree, but his slippers fell to their cruel fate. Lucifer had watched in terror as Mr. and Mrs. Bun Bun were ripped apart by Pomfry, who then mysteriously, after the shredding each shoe to scraps, turned back into an innocent puppy barking playfully up at its master. Lucifer shook from his recollection to glance over at Pomfry, who was now curled near his master’s chair, and looked almost angelic in innocence…almost, for there was still a hint of fluff sticking out of his mouth.
Pouting, it was then that Lucifer noticed the mail on the side table. Leo must have brought it while he dozed off. "Maybe I can ask him to get me another pair of bunny slippers…or maybe another type of animal…frogs", Lucifer mused as he reached out for an envelope from the pile. His smile faded when he realized its sender’s location, Heaven. Now scowling he tore open the white envelope and *POOF* out spouted a shower of glitter and sequins that read ‘Happy Birthday’. Pomfry, the poor creature, had yelped and hid behind the chair while Lucifer held a hand over his hyper beating heart. ‘What are these maniacs trying to do! Kill me by heart attack!!’ Disgusted, he shook out the remaining sequins and…red rose petals… before fully withdrawing the tan parchment paper, on which was neat cursive writing in gold shimmering ink. ‘Show offs’ he scoffed and began to read:
Dear Lucifer IV,
We wish for your attendance at a banquet in your honor and recognition of your birth. Afterwards, God wishes a private audience. Please send a reply post for tomorrow’s evening event.
~Heaven’s office of Engagements and Occasions
Sighing, Lucifer stuffed the shimmering invitation back into its holder, grumbling, "Impertinent as always, assume I don’t do anything, (now in a mocking tone) of course he would be free at the arranged time. It is an invite from heaven, a place he is just dying to return to…snobbish toga wearing, halo showcasing baboons! What a hindrance this summons has caused!" He rose from his cushioned chair, his black and darkgray silken robes swished as he strode over to the outside balcony and leaned against the black marble wall. However, if it hadn’t been for his uncle’s request for his private audience then Lucifer would have tossed the invite into his own pit of hell, along with the idiotic pile of sequins and rose petals that lay scattered on the marbled floor and pretend he hadn't received the letter. Sighing again, Lucifer mused that he would send back his reply…on a crumbled notepad…written in blood. The message ‘I shall attend.’ He would entrust its delivery with Leo, no one else. The angels couldn’t touch him or his subjects if they were invited. It was some form of truce held between his own Satanic predecessors and Heaven. However, that didn’t mean he couldn’t cause some havoc during his visit to the noble and just. That thought caused his lip to curl ever so. He could care less about glorious heaven, but he did make sure to thoroughly enjoy his visits, which ever since he was a child, ended each in mayhem. And maybe just maybe, he would go talk to his uncle, God. He knew that it was because of the big guy’s fondness for him, that heaven’s arch angels didn’t smite him on their grounds. Though that didn’t keep them from forming a secret branch of ‘Holy’ Knights to try and kill him and slay his companions. ‘Dammnit, ‘Holy’ assassins, more like it.’ He thought bitterly, for when it came down to it, he and his advocates never did anything ‘wrong.’ It was the human’s wish, and they are merely servants fulfilling a trade that the human ‘agrees’ to. If anything, it was ultimately the human’s fault to enter the pact with a devil, but nooo, the Heavens seek ‘holy’ punishment for the advocates. Anger raged within him and the fire blazed blue in its ashen pit. Upset, Lucifer flicked his hand and magically, another chocolate sweet appeared, which he stuffed in his mouth…and calmed down. "So be it, if the Heavens send damnable warriors against my followers, then I shall hold no reservations this time, and shall bare my fangs". It was the last straw, just recently, Lucifer acquired a new member, the late Captain of the Holy Warriors. Quite a spectacular specimen who, unfortunately was instantly vanquished…by his own holy follower at that, Lucifer grimaced. The balance between Hell and Heaven was now skewed. ‘Equilibrium will not be achieved until vast amount of bloodshed is spilt.’ Those were the words from his seer.
Lucifer glanced up at the glistening full moon. Whether it will be his or their blood, the seer did not know, but Lucifer would not let things slide any longer. Especially if the Heavens tried to attack his inner group of advocates. It will be a costly mistake they will never forget, for Lucifer would undoubtedly unleash his fury hundred folds. Something not seen since the Dark Ages.
But for now, things were calm…and soul business was good.
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 10:52 pm
Feithline smiled as she inhaled the metallic smell of blood. She had just spent the last few hours of her morning cutting up chunks of steak for Pomfry, her master's hell hound. She swore the dog was like a spoiled child. He was always at Lucifer's side, gnawing this or that.
She wiped the blade of her small silver dagger, the hilt glinting softly in the sunlight streaming from a nearby window of the kitchen. For someone who doesn't require food, Luc spared no expense on this place.Feit thought to herself as she scraped the steak into Pomfry's lavish bowl.
Buisness had been going well for the last few centuries, humans even more decadent and lazy now then even the Victorian era. Ahh..what an era. And Feit had began to feel the boredom of said century bearing down on her. It had been ages since she'd been able to ride into battle and chop off a head. All she wanted was a little excitement.
Taking the bowl into Lucifer's study, Feit was startled at the sound of popping and resisted a giggle when she saw her masters annoyance at the sight of glitter and sequins. She set the bowl down next to Pomfry, who took the movement as an act of war and began growling as if she was a stray cat. Rolling her eyes at the canine, Feit turned to Lucifer. "Something wrong? You look like your going to have an aneurism."
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