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 Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 4:16 pm
The Story:
Welcome to the Bureau of Angels- a secret organization where angels come from around the world to meet, and work together to destroy the demons terrorizing the mortals. Demons born from the fears and desires of the very humans they seek to exterminate.
The Main Plot:
Here, at the main global headquarters in modern-day New York, there have been strange occurrences. Demons are disappearing, and replacing them are dark, demonic versions of angels -called Anti-Angels- who are now infecting the agents of the Bureau. Agents have been sent to investigate these strange phenomena, only to disappear and return days later as an Anti-Angel.  Rules:
-Keep everything pg13
-Follow Gaia TOS
-Be literate/NO TEXT TALK!!!(I am a Grammar Nazi, I'm warning you now. I'll try and be as lenient as possible though.)
-No one liners. I don't like short sentence posts. They're just annoying.
-OOC chatting needs to be in parenthesis or something, so we know it isn't your character talking.
-Romance is encouraged! (Not necessarily a rule, just saying. I do like a bit of romance. Just not too mushy and cliche, okay? Okay.)
-Cussing is fine, just don't overdo it.Character Skeletons:
Name:
Age sad No younger than twenty if you're an agent/Anti-Angel.)
Race sad Angel, Demon, Anti-Angel, Human.)
Gender:
Orientation sad Bisexual, Straight, Homosexual?)
Description sad A picture would be awesome, if you can fine one good enough.)
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Bio sad Optional. Not too long either, please.)Please PM me all profiles~. After I've approved it, go to this link and post your profile for all to see~!-
]http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=22790609
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 6:23 pm
(We now have four members... all of which have female characters. We need some guys, please! Thanks!)
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 10:47 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 10:57 am
 Max sighed as she lazed about, sitting on the branch of a tall tree and hidden by its leaves. "This is so boring," she muttered crossly, sticking her hands in her pockets. "I hate getting stuck with recon duty- nothing ever happens."She stood, balancing on her branch, and spread her jet-black wings. She leaped off her perch and soared through the sky. " Oh well. Guess I'll have to find entertainment elsewhere."
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 4:06 pm
α∂∂чℓчи мαч яυssσ
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Addylyn sighed softly and she rolled her eyes as she sat in the classroom, counting down the seconds until the bell rang. Their teacher was droning on about how they have a history paper due next Thursday but honestly, Addie could care less. She'd always hated history. She twirled a strand of her hair around her finger, staring at her bright turquoise tips. Then, a loud clanging bell rang through the school and Addie resisted the urge to scream, "YES!!" and run out of the room. Instead, she grabbed her things and shoved them in her messenger bag before heading toward the door. "Addylyn," Called the voice of her history teacher, Mr. Brewster. She turned on her heel, plastered on a fake smile and walked over to the man.
Mr. Brewster wasn't an attractive man. He had an awful comb over, glasses that were two sizes too big and lenses nearly an inch thick. He always had this look in his eyes that made you think he was thinking of what monster he was going to bring to life when he got home. Needless to say, the man was a bit freaky. "Ms. Russo, you're failing my class. If you don't ace the next test, I will be forced to hold you back." That was one quality Mr. Brewster had that Addie liked, he was always straight to the point about things.
"Okay." Addie replied and then turned and walked out of the class before Mr. Brewster could stop her.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 8:17 am
 ❦ Aᴍᴀᴛᴇʀᴀsᴜ Aɴᴊᴜ Yᴀsᴇᴛᴏᴋᴏ ❦❤❥❤❥❤❥❤❥❤❥❤❥❤❥❤❥❤❥❤❥
Anju sat on a wooden bench in the park, her legs neatly crossed.
Her eyes scanned over the young human children, who were playing
and prancing about. She took a sip of her tea. There was absolutely
nothing to do. No angels in sight to... what's the word? Infect? Yes,
that right, infect. No angels in sight to infect... she thought. A small
sparrow landed on the bench, next to Anju. Anju daintily extented
her index finger, and almost immediately, the sparrow hopped onto
it. "Hello, little bird..." she cooed, smiling.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 8:40 am
Max chuckled quietly to herself as the wind tossed her hair back, musing silently about how entertaining it'd be to swoop down and scare the hell out of all the mortals. IT's not like she had any disdain for humans, far from it. She was just tired of hiding her existence from them. Still, she dismissed the thought, knowing she'd only be demoted, or worse, fired, from her post at the Bureau. She did a few loops in the air to take her mind off the unproductive thought. She felt like an airborne acrobat, a feeling that made a sensation of joy and superiority fill her chest. "Even up here, I'm bored as hell..." she muttered, unable to hear her own voice over the rushing wind. "I don't get it... flying always makes me feel better..."Not today, apparently.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 11:51 pm
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The Newbie walked into the bureau, still not used to everything, she looked around and looked for someone, sighed, and sat down, she pulled out a book from her bag, she read it in the silent room. After a few hours, she got up and walked outside, she spread her wings and flew to the park, where she found many human children, though she showed no emotion, she smiled at them in her heart, and she envied them for their normal childhood life, which she didn't have. She looked for a place to sit as the children got fetched by their parents, she sat down beside a neatly dressed lady, drinking tea and talking to a sparrow, though she glanced at the beauty time to time, no emotion showed on her face, she turned away and looked dreamily at the setting sun.
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Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2012 2:21 pm
α∂∂чℓчи мαч яυssσ
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Addie made her way out of the school as fast as she could, practically running down the hall. She had to get out of the school before she suffocated. Honestly, school is some sort of twisted experiment on kids. You trap them in a building for about eight hours with a bunch of other hormone fueled teenagers who have almost NOTHING in common and force them to do work and sit through boring lectures and try not to kill one another. Addie had once told a teacher that and she ended up with detention for a week. What?
At her school, Mary Sue's Academy for the Arts, free thought and speech were supposed to be ENCOURAGED. Apparently, the saying "teachers should teach you how to think, not what to think." was not something that the teacher's at Mary Sue's followed. Once she got out of the building, she bolted for the park. She was a runner, definitely. She was even thinking of going for the school track team next year.
In about two minutes she made it to the park and, once inside, she collapsed on a park bench. She didn't even notice that she had collapsed a bench across from another person. When she finally noticed this, she immediately thought the girl to be strange. Talking to a bird? Really? It's okay, Addie had seen stranger, right? The teen kept her mouth shut as she pulled out a book, titled Interview With A Vampire the author, Anne Rice. Those words were printed across the cover when Addie opened the book, near the beginning and began her reading.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2012 9:15 pm
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She saw a teen run to the park. When the girl collapsed she wanted to help, but she was too shy. When the girl woke up, she didn't seem to notice her anyway. she stood up, and walked to the girl, with a scary look on her face, though she didn't notice.
As she saw the girl was reading, she didn't want to interrupt, so she hastily turned to the right and sat on the swings.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 5:56 pm
Time to stir up a little.....food. Glo stood in shadow. Not that she didn't like the sun, oh no, a lovely snooze in a few sunbeams was always quite nice. No, she did not want to be seen, not yet. In the distance, children laughed and squealed happily. A wide grin split an attractive face, exposing large, sharp canines, "Music, such music they make. But I think it is time to change the tempo. Lifting her hand, she snapped her fingers. They rose up out of the shadows, every pool a gateway. Predators made of dense shadow, so dense even the sun light struggled to penetrate their hides. They appeared to be....big cats. As a group they looked to her.
"I want their fear." She purred.
They moved, a perfectly synchronized group. Glo closed her eyes and then smiled as the laughter turned to screams of terror. And she fed.
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Posted: Mon Aug 13, 2012 10:42 am
As Max heard a few shrieks, she frowned and looked below her. "Damn demons," she hissed, doing a low dive. "Although, I finally have some action." It didn't take long to find her target, and she flew into the trees behind the demon, hiding. She quickly snuck up behind her, her footfalls not making a sound, and aimed a merciless kick to the demon's spine. She reached inside her pocket and pulled out her favorite, gleaming-silver pistol. She aimed, cocked-and-loaded, then fired. Her adrenaline coursing, she waited eagerly to see if the bullet had found its mark- right in the demon's skull.
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