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Name: Meghan Lockley
Age: 22
Appearance: Meghan is short (5'4''), sickly thin and pale, with long, light brown hair that falls to her waist. The hair is sort of stringy and wild, and there are shorter pieces that fall around her jawline and into her face. [Example] Her eyes are dark blue. She wears an old army jacket [Example] That has the v-stripe patch on both shoulders, and pins on the front left breast pocket, typical military pins. Underneath she wears a white ribbed tank, blue jeans with rips in the thighs and both knees, and ragged brown Converse sneakers.
Alternate outfit: black ribbed tank-top and hospital-issued pajama pants (pale green, or white)
*note* You don't have to put her in these clothes - you can make up your own - but she doesn't wear really trendy, expensive or fashionable clothing.
History:
Meghan is a patient at an asylum, driven mad by an event that caused mythological creatures to become real. She saw her parents and little brother slaughtered by a vampire when she was twelve and was put into the care of a government mental institution (a government ploy to keep the event under control.) She's been there for twenty years, and is not any better -- though she has more control over herself. (I.E., she's not rocking in a corner, catatonic and wetting herself anymore xD)
She can hold a somewhat normal conversation with someone, although she will often go off on tangents that don't relate to the subject at all, and then forget what they were talking about. She's very friendly and open, loves to talk to people and is physically affectionate, hugging friends and strangers alike - provided they look friendly themselves, people that seem angry, or have scowls frighten her, and she'll often hide from people she deems threatening. She seems to have more the mental capacity of a twelve year old girl, not a twenty-two year old woman -- but she does have her moments of maturity and clarity, and will act very adult. Sometimes she will have her 'episodes' -- times where she'll break down into a catatonic state, or will suddenly attack someone. She also will scratch herself, or bite her finger or lip so hard it'll bleed, to avoid feeling an emotion -- mostly sadness. She doesn't like to cry.
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rje as OC
 
RJE, aka Rembrandt Johan Evington -- RJ or Rem to his friends. If you value your life, don't ever -ever- call him Rembrandt.)
Age: 23
Birthday: April 15
Height: around 5'11''
Weight: 175 lbs.
Bio/Description: RJ. Party-animal, promiscious, crazy, loud, obnoxious - a punk in the true sense of the word. An old friend of Bean's, RJ disappeared from town a long while back and has just resurfaced. It's rumored he left because of a bad love affair or illegal activities. It was probably both. He doesn't say why he came back either -- he only says it's because he 'missed everyone.' ...Odd that Bean's the only one he's bothered to visit.
His past is uneventful until he was about 18 and fell in love with an older man, who also happened to be involved with organized crime. Rem was heading that way anyway, so no big thing there. Jonathan became his world, and they had a loving, though perhaps warped, relationship for three years. Until RJ convinced his older lover to betray their bosses and run away with him. They were caught, and Rem was forced to watch his love be tortured til he died (a rather horrible death, too) and was then taken away to be beaten to death himself. Or so they thought. He ended up in a coma for nearly a year.
currently: Rem had a shaky start with the Beanish household, falling first for Bean (for old-time's sake) and then Jack (because he had the stability Bean lacked, and other qualities Rem needed at the time.) However, that turned out disastrous, and even now his friendship with both might be over. But Rem might be down, but never out -- he finally found the acceptance and love he was looking for in David, an honest to God (no pun intended) Angel who fell for him, hard -- for some strange reason the Brit will never understand. They currently have a wonderful, loving relationship, though RJ still has plenty of bouts of insecurity and needs to be reassured from time to time that he is actually, yes, worth loving.
Rem has short spiky hair with spiky bangs and a 'fauxhawk', all dyed green. He has a scar that runs horizontally over the bridge of his nose. His right eye's covered by an eyepatch. During the beating he recieved, he was clubbed in the back of the head with a baseball bat so hard his retina detached. He's nearly 85% blind in that eye - although he wears the patch for vanity's sake, since his iris lost all pigmentation and is completely white. His left eye is purple or violet. Always has a studded collar, and black plugs in both ears as well as a variety of piercings. He dresses way punk and has two looks: the one to the left, or Neko!Rem, with cat ears and a furry tail, like a long-tailed cat, that are green, to match his hair.
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A Love Like This is a fantastic yaoi 1x1 roleplay I'm doing with Whisper.tale. Born out of boredom, it's turned into possibly the most angsty, painful, tragic, romantic and -raunchy- roleplay we've ever done. <3 We adore it. The story is a little dramatic but we love it that way. It's just something you could fall into. We all have a little melodrama in our souls.
There are six main characters at the moment, a mix of angels and demons. The story centers around the two main characters, Kezial and Siere. They are the epitome of star-crossed lovers, and everyone - from Siere's twin brother Jadei to Kezial's commander, Lord Azreal, conspire to rip these lovers apart.
But they are not the only ones. From a Fallen in love with a true warrior of Heaven, to a demon who thought he loved the same as he (and painfully found he was wrong), we have a trio of lovers who each find themselves asking the same question:
Is all of the suffering, the heartbreak and pain really worth it...for a love like this?
Kezial
A former demon commander under Lord Azreal, Kezial had everything - power, respect and a shot at a Council seat, peer to the Fallen under Lord Lucifer, the ruler of Hell. Pretty good for a half-breed b*****d, whose mother was raped by an Angel (or so people say...because godforbid a demon ever love an Angel)...even with those pesky rumours that he slept his way to the top.
And then he met Siere...and it all fell apart. But he wouldn't change a thing.
Trading power for love -- not something you see everyday in Hell.
Reference: [x][x][x][x][x]
Description: Stands about 6'1. Hair is silver/white, eyes are golden yellow. The coat is deep maroon, with gold trim on the collar and cuffs, and gold metal shoulder bracers/caps. Sometimes there are medals on the front. Black sleeveless shirt with a mock-turtleneck, and sometimes shows his midriff. Black pants with a silver-buckled belt, and black army boots. He appears early/mid twenties. Seke.
*note* - Recently Kezial's right hand was forcibly wounded beyond repair - it's completely dead now, he can't use it. If you choose to portray that development in your picture, he wears a black leather glove on that hand, and never takes it off unless to shower. He doesn't necessarily always wear the matching glove on his left.
Siere
One of Michael's best scouters, t he Angel botched a mission and fell into a -nightmare-. Beaten, whipped, raped, kept as a plaything for bored demons, trained to be nothing more than a Fallen b*****d's whore. But somewhere along the way, he found himself growing to love and care about his captor-turned-saviour. And even through it all, he finds he wouldn't change a thing -- it was worth losing his innocence to find a love as real as this.
Reference: [x][x][x][x]
Description: About 5'8-5'9 or so with a slender, willowy build, but not feminine. His eyes are violet and his hair is a about mid-back length with a few streaks of white in it. He does not have the tattoo shown in the first reference picture. He has two main outfits, a skimpy leather outfit - short-shorts that lace up the sides and a leather top that laces up the back, gold cords and trim. He also wears a Chinese-inspired top with a gold embroidered dragon on the side and long black pants, and black armsleeves with a gold swirl design. His back has two long scars on the shoulderblades, where his wings were surgically removed. He appears early twenties. Uke.
*Note* Siere wears a silver ring on his right hand with an amber stone in the middle. It's too big for his ring finger, so he has to wear it on his middle finger. This ring should be in all art of Siere.
Jadei
written bio to come
Reference: [x][x][x][x]
Appearance
Tall, about 6'3, built but not bulky, just a nice sexy body. Hair similar to Siere's, but shorter, about to his shoulders. Doesn't have the white streaks, though, and tends to have half covering his right eye. Same eyes, violet, though darker in shade. Looks a bit older than Siere, though they're the same age, early twenties. Seke leaning to seme. Tends to wear a shirt that laces up the front with big sleeves that also lace on the sides to the elbows, a burgandy scarf around his waist patterened in gold swirls and dark pants with white boots or black boots. Has large wings tinged with grey.
Lord Azreal
The Fallen are creatures to be feared, many demons believe. Born out of fury and flame, these ancient beings fell from Heaven alongside their commander Lucifer a millenia ago, and have reigned in Hell ever since. Azreal is no different -- powerful, egotistical, domineering, sadistic; loyal to Hell and bound to Lucifer as his Second in Command for eternity. But eternity is a very long time. Long enough for loyalty to turn to resentment...and then hatred. Azreal still considers himself a loyal soldier -- it's just a question of to whom.
Reference: [x][x][x][x]
Appearance:
-Tall-, nearly 6'6, long black hair pulled into a ponytail, the tail sometimes bound with gold ribbon, or braided, though he does wear it down on occasion. No bangs, or very whispy bangs. Skin is dark, a mahogany shade, and his eyes are bright red. He's muscular, built, but not too bulky. Wears long black coats with silver accents, medals, and black shirts and pants. Favorite outfit is a burgandy satin shirt open all the way, no shirt beneath with black or chocolate pants and two belts that criss-cross at the front by a gold metal X. Appears late twenties/early thirties. Azreal should look slightly Egyptian or even South American, very regal and beautiful in an untouchable sort of way. Seme (and HOW) (except for Jadei! >D)
Rapheal
written bio to come
Reference: [x][x][x][x]
Appearance: About 6'2, muscular. Shoulder-length wavy black hair sometimes pulled back into a short ponytail. Emerald eyes. Lightly tanned skin. Taller than Kezial but shorter than Azreal. Tends to wear a copy of Kezial's outfit, except in dark blue with silver accents. Like a sleeveless shirt and pants that have crossing belts over the thighs/knees. Causal, sexy clothes. Usually has a smirk or some other evil smile on his face. Appears late 20s. Seme.
Thessily
written bio to come
Reference:
[x][x][x][x]
Description: Shorter than Siere, but not by much - about 5'6 or so. Lithe, slender, very feminine. Shoulder length light (almost white) blonde hair that's straight, no bangs. It frames his face, often falling into his eyes, and flips in and out very slightly on the bottom. Bright blue eyes, light, pale skin. Army wear is a dark blue coat that sits a little below his hips, and pants, with white trim on the coat and white trim down the sides of the pants. Casual wear is a sleeveless pale blue hoodie, with tight black bike shorts and high-calf socks with two green stripes on the top, and brown sandals. Appears 16-18. Very uke.
NEW CHARACTER!
Demetrius
-info coming soon- xD
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Angels exist. As well as demons, oracles, half-elves, fairy princesses, hideous monsters, mad generals and sub shop boys with three eyes. And they're all about to get on Jonny's last nerve.
Ordinary Angels is a tale about three Souls (everyday dead people) who are on a quest to win their Heavenly wings. Well, actually it's just one Soul. The other two couldn't care less. They just wanna watch soaps and hang out at the coffee shop.
The girl? JonnaJean Jackson. (Call her Jonny. Please.) A dead girl (a Soul) who's always dreamed of the honor and prestige of having her own set of wings. She doesn't want to be one of the Host or a member of the Elite or Seraphim or anything special. She just wants to be an ordinary angel.
Along with her friends, Catherine (Kat) Carrington and Angelique (Angie) Daesdemona, she decides to attempt the Guardian Angel training course figuring it's the easiest way to win wings. She's sent to Earth to watch over a Breather, but gets lost in the wrong neighborhood and moves in with a strange girl who apparently is the key to unlocking the Apocalypse and bringing about the end of the world. Soon the forces of Good and Evil and even Sorta Indifferent are after the girl and anybody connected with her!
Can Jonny, Kat and Angie fight off the hordes while protecting the girl for extra credit? Will Mikel ever become one of the Elite like he dreams of? Should Azreal tell his best friend how he really feels? And who's the shadowy figure in the background who seems to have his finger in all the pies? Oh, you can't see him, can you...well, he's shadowy. Trust me.
all characters and story concepts are (C) rje you bastards! If you steal any of this I will kill you and eat you.
JonnaJean "Jonny" Jackson
Age: 22
Appearance: 5' 10'', shoulder-length mousy brown hair with razored ends so they fall inwards, wears sporty-skater clothes - ringer tees, baggy khakis or camo pants, sweats, tanks -- but she hates jerseys. Her favorite shirt is a green ringer tee with a stylized cat with w/ alien anntenae. Underneath it says "Kittens From Mars". If she has wings, they're long and tinged with a faint pastel yellow.
Personality: Kind, strong, opinionated, somewhat uptight and a**l.
Reference: x | x
Catherine "Kat" Carrington
Age: 26
Appearance: 6' 1'', long blonde hair to butt, haphazardly parted in the middle, no bangs. (The tektek avi's hair is a formal style.) Almost too thin, with small chest (very willowy frame.) Wears chic or classic work clothes - smart skirts and blouses or suits, or casual Sex in the City type clothes. If she has wings, they're long and tinged with a faint pastel green.
Personality: Reserved, intelligent, calm, motherly, can be cold at times, secretive, hides a certain 'darkness' and danger behind her eyes.
Reference: x | x *new example!*
Angelique Daesdemona (otherwise known as Angie May Jacobs)
Age: 18 but appears younger.
Appearance: 5' 3'', mid-back length thick curly black hair with bangs, pudgy body type - face looks either Italian or Romanian with thick lips, button nose and thick (for a girl) eyebrows. Wears cute, anime-inspired clothes - usually always a cute shirt, skirt, funky tights or hose and Sketchers. If she has wings they're short and tinged with a faint pastel blue.
Personality: bubbly, vivacious, friendly, sweet, somewhat of a ditz
Reference:x | x
Mikel Sorta of the Host
Age: immortal but appears in early twenties
Appearance: 5' 11'', hair is spiky cropped-short in back (brown), long curly bangs in front, left side thicker than right (blonde) hanging to collarbone at least (check reference to see), hazel eyes. Slender with a willowy frame, wears slightly-hippie-ish, elegant clothes in earth tones - browns, greens, white, blues. His wings are large and tinged with light blue.
Personality: Workaholic, worry-wart, slightly uptight, low self-esteem, meek when dealing with authority, but a warm and caring friend
Reference: x | x | x
Azneth Fallen Angel with Style
Age: Immortal but appears mid/late twenties
Appearance6' 2'', jet-black hair with bright red streaks, thich shock of bangs over left eye nearly all the time, red eyes (infernal and all that), likes buckles, velvet, leather, and black & burgandy. Cuz he's a demon. He has cartoon devil-type horns and a pointed tail, cherry red.
Personality: Jokester, rarely serious, very witty and smart-alecky, an outrageous flirt and good listener - when it comes to Mikel, that is.
Reference: x | x | x
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Sayn. Poor lost child...
Only one thing to know: Sayn is broken. He was broken a long time ago and put together in a hurry, so not all pieces fit like they should.
He's vain, haughty, sadistic, cold, vicious, and brainwashed by his psychotic parents. He's a Dark Elemental, his only abilities cause pain -- even if he tries to heal someone, they suffer for it -- and this has warped him beyond belief. (It also doesn't help that he was brainwashed into murdering his sister.) The boy's cold, cunning, likes to hurt and likes being hurt just enough to go that extra mile when obeying his parent's bidding. He's gay, quite seme (though he tends to be uke if met with someone who's darker or more evil than he, or more sane, at least.) A masochist who secretly wants to die, but is too much of a coward to kill himself.
His social interactions are awkward at best, and he often shuns people, though if they have something he wants he'll act like their best friend. He's a bit flirty in a dark seductive kind of way, but love is not a word in his vocabulary. ...yet.
name: Sayn Callios
age: 22
race: human (with magical abilities)
gender: male
skin tone: pale
height: 6'2''
hair: long and black, hangs to either the middle of his waist or below his butt (depends on the artist's preferece), pulled into a loose ponytail at the name of his neck. Has two long thick strands that hang in front, in front of his ears, to right below his chest. Long whispy bangs that frame his eyes. A lot like this, but the strands are thicker and longer and the ponytail bound lower on his neck
facial structure: A thin face, long nose and sort of pouting lips. Small chin.
defining features: Eyes are black (pupil melts into the iris.) Three triangular tattoos on his left jaw. He also has massive scarring on his back, and some scarring on his face from a fire, but that doesn't have to be drawn.
body type: tall and slender, almost willowy, but has a strong chest and legs.
clothing: Rich elegant clothing in dark shades - lots of embroidery, velvet, leather, etc.
sexuality: seme
appearance... [sexy] [shows scarring] [poor broken boy] [those eyes] [sexy pose]
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Yaseth, the overachieving warrior...
Yaseth is one of the Host, God's warrior angels -- in fact second in command of the forces. She grew up at the knee of one of Heaven's champion warriors. Dedication to the Kingdom is in her blood. She learned the art of fencing at eight, archery at nine and swordplay at ten. She won her first competition at thirteen, earning second place and beating males three times her age...but she threw her trophy away in disgust at being 'second best. Doing nothing but eat, sleep and train for the next year, she blew everyone away at the next competition, earning her first win at fourteen...the first of *many*. Overachiever doesn't even begin to describe it. While she shows a humble front of her many achievements in competition, one can't help but notice that in her home a huge trophy case is placed right in the view of any who enter the door. She knows she will serve Heaven for the rest of her life, and couldn't imagine a more fulfilling existance.
Yaseth is the classic 'overachiever' -- reserved, calm, somewhat cold, a bit of a snob, a**l retentive -- has a bit of a stick up her a**. This, of course, is a facade, for dealing with the 'lower' Angels. She feels that as a member of the Host, she has to portray a certain kind of image -- and, to be honest, does feel a bit 'above' the regular Angels. It just goes with the territory. With her comrades, though, she opens up a bit and is friendly, kind, a good listener and quite witty. She considers her fellow Angelic warriors her brothers and sisters. But for all her success within the military, and her friendship with her fellow soldiers, loneliness gnaws at her for reasons she doesn't know. She hates Earth and all of it's breathing, moving pulsating mass of humans. And she has some serious Daddy issues.
name: Yaseth
age: immortal, appears early twenties
race: Angelic (Host)
gender: female
skin tone: dark cocoa in shade
height: 5'10''
hair: Bright, almost white, blonde and curly, with bangs that brush her eyebrows. Hangs to a little below her shoulderblades. Worn in a bun on top of her head sometimes.
facial structure: Dramatic face - high cheekbones, long thin nose, large pouting lips. Looks stern.
defining features: Amber eyes that almost glow and large strong blue-tinged wings.
body type: Tall and muscular, with strong shoulders and thighs
clothing: Wears a emerald green lace-up bustier, long emerald green skirt and black boots, has a sword strapped to her side.
sexuality: straight
appearance... [contemplative] [warrior]
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Raynie, the girliest-looking seme ever.
Raynie is the grandson of the Magi of the North, one of the first magi taught by Bram, and part of the ruling Council. He's been given the typical royal family upbringing, which means sometimes he can be a bit of a spoiled brat, but not maliciously; he just doesn't know any better (or so he may lead you to think.) Having lived in Aelari all his life, he's very skeptical of the gods and thier various faiths. He's a bit of a bigot, to be honest, and mocks the other faiths and their people behind closed doors, though his station requires him to be polite in social situations. When Arlen was kidnapped, he wept and mourned as is proper, though one can't help noticing a certain look of satisfaction in his eyes even through his tears. His grandfather may be pushing him subtly to hone his magical abilities as a possible heir to the throne.
He's quiet and thoughtful, sweet and serene; though known to have a terrible temper when things do not go his way, which may be a result of his upbringing than anything. Still, he has been known to be devious and calculating at times, though this is often not seen because of his outward persona, which he has worked very hard on creating.
name: Raynie
age: 17
race: human with magic abilities
gender: male
skin tone: aristocratic pale
height: 5'10''
hair: Chocolate brown in shade and flows to mid-back, with streaks of lighter blonde-brown from the sun throughout. Tends to have the right side tucked back behind his ear but the left hanging free. No bangs to speak of. Rarely ties it back.
facial structure: Soft and pouting - cute nose and pouty lips, but can look stern and sharp when wanted
defining features: Forest-green eyes, no freckles or any other blemishes.
body type: Slender and delicate of form, -slightly- feminine but not girly.
clothing: He wears expensive clothes that are often in gold or white colors, usually a long flowing coat-like garment with no shirt, a deep golden sash and an amber pendant on a silver chain at all times. He also likes to wear other jewelry, multiple earrings and bracelets and such.
sexuality: seme (no seriously)
appearance... [---]
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Name: Uriel, Archangel of Redemption
Age: immortal, appears mid-late twenties
Gender: Male
Race: American
Species: Archangel
Appearance: Mortal Form // Immortal Form
Mortal: He wears an eyepatch over his missing right eye. His eyes are actually emerald green, in both forms.
Immortal: He has double set of wings - the top set was once creamy white while the bottom was blood red, but they are now both blood red.
Personality: (then and now)
Uriel once believed that the world was divided in a world of black and white; of good, and evil, and you know where you stood. The angels stood on the side of good, and were all that were noble; the demons stood on the side of evil and were all that were base and foul. This was ironic considering Uriel was the Archangel of Redemption - and to bestow redemption required, by it's very nature, to understand that the world was not black and white but an infinate shade of grey. But Uri was always too wrapped up in his own moral code, to set in his idealistic ways to fully grasp this. After all, angels didn't work with demons, demons didn't love angels, and angels were never, ever to associate with mortals.
And especially not fall in love with them.
Uri had always thought himself somewhat better than everyone else - the mortals he had to help, fellow angels, even his 'brothers'. But after nearly losing everyone dear to him, after seeing blood and death and desctruction, after having to leave behind the first and only woman he truely, truely loved -- Uriel has definately gotten over himself.
Still, there is something missing. He may laugh, and joke with his colleagues but it always seems to ring hallow - like he's just going through the motions. And he is. All he's doing ... is waiting. But he doesn't know exactly for what. (Or if he does...he doesn't want to say.)
The only time Uriel seems truely happy is when he's watching a certain dark-haired woman on Earth, through a mirror that allows him to view the mortals in his care. But she is the only one he watches.
History: Uriel was originally one of the Archangels sent to Earth - at first to watch Micheal and Gabriel and make sure they were doing their job, and then to help enlist the assistence of Lucifer. Though many things happened to change the haughty Archangel, though he tried to help everyone -- there was only one thing that happened that made him really -care- about the events. Meeing Isak.
He posed as a teacher at the same school Ashiya/Lucifer went to. It was here that he saved a young girl, Isak, from a demon - and through the course of the events, fell in love with her. But he knew that he couldn't stay (an Archangel is not allowed to give up their position, like other angels) and so, had to leave Isak with only a dagger and a necklace to guard her.
When he returned to heaven, he immediately chopped off his waist-length black hair - not wanting to be reminded of something Isak had so loved.
Unable to bear it, Uriel threw himself into the war with everything he had - perhaps the slaughter of a thousand demons could mend his wounds? The boyscout Uriel died on that battlefield - he even scared his comrades, he was so merciless, so -cruel-. Finally, he was woken up when he went to battle with Chorozon, Mazikeen's uncle. He managed to slay the demon, but lost his right eye in the process. Luckily, the war was drawing to a close, and a subdued Uriel spent the last days of it in the infirmary.
For some reason, Uriel's upper set of wings, once a creamy white (while the bottom set was blood red, to symbolize one's climb into redemption) changed to match it's twin. Both sets are now blood red - perhaps to remind him of his acts.
Nowadays Uriel simply 'gets by'. He rarely sees anyone, though sometimes one of his underlings with try to drag him out for some 'fun'. But most of his time is spent at home, surrounded by junk objects he brought back from Earth. He, of course, has heard of the new danger threatening Heaven...
But he doesn't particularly -care-. Only if Earth were threatened, would he be a part of anything again. And perhaps not even then.
Name: Izi
Age: immortal, appears twenty-five or so
Gender: Male
Race: American
Species: demon - Incubus
Appearance: Mortal Form // Immortal Form
(I know his mortal form doesn't look that old but ^^; imagine him about twenty-four, twenty-five, eh?)
Personality: Izi was a pretty happy-go-lucky Incubus demon in his younger years. The baby of Mazikeen's family line, he rarely wanted for anything - but unlike his siblings, who grew haughty, domineering and snobbish over this, Izi still kept a fairly humble nature. He just liked doing his normal demon, Incu boy things - sleeping with a LOT of people and then eating their souls (and sometimes more) afterwards, playing games with his brothers (especially Juni, his 'hero') and enjoying life as one of the rich and powerful. What was wrong with that?
But now Izi isn't so happy anymore. More - suicidally depressed/insane. Unless you count the artificial happiness that comes from the myraid of illegal (and dangerous) substances he puts into his system. Then he's pretty okay.
Until he crashes again. If that happens - you better hide the knives.
History: I was the youngest brother of Mazikeen's demonic clan - a clan that, on the maternal side, stretched all the way back to nearly the beginnings of Hell. And until Lucifer came, was the ruling family of hell.
I wasn't around for -that-. I'd only heard stories from grandmother (the former Queen of Hell, condemned to live out her elder years as a servent of Lucifer.) But then old Sela hatched a plot, and it sounded like a fun idea. Lots of tasty souls for me and my brothers, and a crown for my big sister - well, after we killed Gabriel of course.
But then Mazi had to fall in love him with him - which wouldn't have been so bad. But he rejected her! Or...something like that. I never found out the whole story, but Mazi came back crying after some encounter with Gabriel and Lucifer, so that was probably it.
That really made me mad - as well as my four older brothers. Juni told me they were going to go 'do something about it', but wouldn't let me come along, no matter how much I begged. If Juni was going, I wanted to go! But they snuck off without me, no fair!
And then...something...happened...
...Lucifer came...and...
they were...
they were all...
Well that part doesn't matter. It was Gabriel's fault. Gabriel. All his fault. He's why Mazi hid me here on Earth, why I have to live in this stinking, rat-infested apartment, why I have to deal with all these digusting -mortals-...and why I...block it all out with the...
the needles and pills and powders and...
That's why, gotta block it out...
It's all his fault. HIS FAULT. But I will never forget that. I won't let myself forget.
And someday, someday I'll be able to get him back. Somehow. I just gotta...gotta figure out a way.
Wonder if I should check up on this thing I keep hearing about...some new power that wants to take on Heaven?...Interesting...
Name: Cassandra
Age: immortal, appears twenty-one or so
Gender: Female
Race: appears half English and Japanese
Species: demon - half-Fallen/Succubus (she has the same father as Mazi)
Appearance: Mortal Form // Immortal Form
Immortal: She has a pair of wings, thanks to her Fallen side - but they're much smaller than normal Angel wings, and colored a dirty grey. She can't fly with them (they're too small and weak) - she hates them and has often bribed her siblings into cutting them off - but they always reform overnight.
Personality: Cassandra is the epitome of a sharp-tongued witch. If Mazi was calculating, using sugary words to catch her flies, Cassandra is more forthright - her words are acid-laced and sharp, meant to cut. She rather enjoys tearing people apart and has the uncanny ability to pinpoint their most painful weakness. If she deems you weak, or pathetic (in her eyes, at least) then she'll waste no time in cutting you down, chewing on your insecurities like meat.
She doesn't do it to hurt - although she does like hurting people. She just has no time for weak, feeble minded fools - and almost everyone that's not a denizen of Hell is a fool in her book. Angels? Pathetic preening a**-kissing ponces. Mortals? They stick in your teeth.
BUT -- if you're lucky enough to be one of her comrades, or even better, a family member? She would walk through Heaven and back for you. Once she deems someone worthy in her eyes, her loyalty knows no bounds. But even then, there are some lines she wouldn't cross - not even for Lucifer. Namely - her siblings. And especially her twin brother, Dominique.
He's the only person in the entire world she has ever loved. When she's around him -- no one else matters. So you better be really nice to him. Because she has a bit of a blind spot for Dom. One time he was jumped and beaten nearly to death by a gang of demon boys when they were children.
When Cassandra was done, the body toll was nearly in the three-digit range.
History: You would think being the child of a Fallen would make your life easier in Hell, if Lucifer is King, wouldn't you? Perhaps - if you were a full-blooded Fallen. But even then, it might be possible to be regarded without contempt, since the Fallen were higher than demons - unless your mother died giving birth to you and you were considered cursed.
How lucky can you get?
Their father was Cerxes, the son of theformer Queen - of course, -that- didn't matter anymore. But still, Mazi's family had ranking in court, if regarded as a slight annoyance. So that was okay.
Their mother was Gia, one of Lucifer's best soldiers. Affairs between the two races weren't exactly encouraged, but it could be looked over. Who would say anything. So the twins were all set to have an easy life at court like their half-brothers and half-sister would.
But then Gia died giving birth. Painfully. Bloodily. It was said her screams could be heard for miles around. And the twins were deemed deformed. Cursed.
Mazi's family didn't want them - but they were ordered to care for them anyway. So they did. Grudgingly. It was about the same love and affection Cinderella recieved from her stepmother and stepsisters. Cass was no better than a common slave to them. And Dominique - the gentler between the two, always flighty and quiet - was considered dull-witted and made to do back-breaking menial work.
But still. They had each other, and their older half-sister, Onna, to take care of them when she could. Thier childhood was relatively happy. Besides - they were nearing the time they could enter Lucifer's court as adults, to beg favor for themselves. Cass wanted nothing more to be a part of his army, a part of his side - like Zami (who she secretly idolized.)
And then...the rebellion. Lucifer's 'death'. The genocide of the Fallen. Her demonic family's takeover. And pain for them. They were exiled from their home, and then Dom was kidnapped by the rebellion, like many Fallen. Taken just to torture. Cassandra and Vee spent nearly four years looking for him, while working with those fighting Mazi's family. And then the war -really- broke out - and Cass found him, after taking down a POW camp nearly on her own. They were finally reuinited - but her heart was broken. Her sweet, gentle Dom...was gone. Only a shell was left.
It's been ten years since then. Ten years spent trying to heal her brother, using every form of magic and medicine known to demon and man, and nothing's worked. Cass has decided to finally go to Lucifer for help, though she had stayed away for so long out of simple nervousness. It isn't a good thing to be tied to -that- family. But she does want a chance to clear her family name (she does have pride in their line, she just -hates- what the others twisted it into.) She wants a chance to prove herself. She just needs the right oppourtunity.
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Name: Dominique
Age: immortal, appears twenty-one or so
Gender: Male
Race: appears half English and Japanese
Species: demon - half-Fallen/Succubus (he has the same father as Mazi)
Appearance: Immortal Form
Mortal form is the same, including the cuts, and piercings.
Personality: Like most twins, Dominique's disposition was nearly the polar opposite of his sister's. Where Cassandra was brazen and sarcastic, Dom was shy and sweet. He was often the should that his sisters could cry on, always the one with a kind word when someone needed it. He seemed to be born with more of his mother's blood in his veins than his father's (it was the opposite for his sister.)
It wasn't that Dom was weak, or a push-over -- he was just a quiet, contemplative person. He often fell into silences that could last hours, simply daydraeaming about this thing, or that. And coupled with his natural flightiness (he'd could forget his own head if it wasn't attached to his body, sometimes) he was often regarded by his demonic family as 'slow' or 'dull-witted.' But that, of course, was absolutely false. Dominique was as sharp as a tack. He could often figure out a solution to a vexing problem for his father, or for Cass or Onna, often by thinking on it (during one of his many zone-outs.) He was just -smart-. He'd have been a brilliant tactician someday. Lucifer even said as much.
...If he hadn't been captured for being half-Fallen....and tortured...until his will, and his mind, were broken, he might have stood at the Fallen's side. Now he's a shell of his former self. His silences are now akin to that of death - as if the world hurts too much to be a part of. Though he's not always quiet - sometimes he'll ramble on - for hours - strange, cryptic warnings and portends. Cassandra thinks he might be a seer, talking about events to come but...it could also just be the mutterings of a madman.
History: Dominique's history is the same as his sisters, up until Lucifer was driven out, and they were exiled from their home. They were on the run, trying to find sanctuary, when they were fallen upon by a cut-off group of the rebellion - demons who were going around and capturing/kidnapping Fallen and half-Fallen and torturing them - often killing them. Dominique sacrified his escape for Cassandra's sake, and as such, was one of the first Fallen captured by the demon army - a ragtag bunch at that point.
For four years he was beaten, and tortured, raped, and mutilated - most of his peircings were given to mock him, as the necklace resembles that given to female virgins when they become women (although it isn't peirced into their -flesh-) in demonic lore. Ouch.
It was lucky Cassandra found him when she did - for he'd decided that night he was going to bite off his tongue and swallow it, so he could choke to death.
He's healing. Slowly. He doesn't understand as much as he used to, and sometimes he has these 'spells' where he'll just...go off, somewhere else...and say these things...he never remembers them. But he's trying. He just...
He just wants to be useful to somebody again.
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Name: Onna
Age: immortal, appears mid-twenties
Gender: Female
Race: eastern European
Species: demon (she has the same father as Mazi)
Appearance: Immortal Form
Mortal form is the same...with, uh...normal clothes. xD
Personality: Of the three, Onna is probably the most - ah - unaffected by negativity. Angst is not really her cup of tea - she's laid-back, friendly, open, boisterous - hell, she'd much rather be fighting or screwing or drinking than standing around complaining about life. Or anything, really, for that matter. "Roll-with-the-punches" should be her middle name. She doesn't consider herself really special or different - just another b*****d child of Mazi's father, kept around to be trained as yet another demon with a sword.
Onna's the loud-mouthed, cigar-chomping, liquor-swilling girl at the poker table that tells jokes dirty enough to make the baddest demon blush. She'll take all your money, drink all the beer, steal your girlfriend and make you fall down laughing while doing it.
But when it comes to Cass and Dom, her motherly, gentle instincts kick in. Especially with Dominique. She practically raised them - between guard duty for Mazi's family, that is - and would do anything for them.
History: Not much here to tell. Another b*****d child, raised by the family servents, to become a servent herself. She was raised with Dom and Cass, though they didn't get to see that much of each other when they got older. Still, their influences on each other made their lives all a little better.
Onna wasn't very special - outside of her fighting abilities, that is. She had a special knack for tracking, and would often go with the "master" on his hunts. She remmebers those times fondly, despite it all.
When Onna found out exactly what her half-family was planning, she immediately set about figuring out a way to stop them. She had -always- been loyal to Lucifer, and would be until the day she died. But she was loyal to Cass and Dom first - the fact that taking out Mazi's family in revenge happened to coincide with loyalty to Lucifer's throne was just icing on the cake.
When Cass and Dom were forced to leave, so did Onna. She didn't say a word - just walked out the door on duty one day and never went back. She was about a day or two behind the twins, but used her skills to find their trail - and arrived too late to save Dominique. Onna always felt that his capture was her fault - if she'd been with them - and carries the guilt for his torture secretly. But still, it's what she does -now- that matters - and she's not about to let her siblings out of her sight again. Whatever they want, she'll be there. Protecting them.
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