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The Children of Nostradamus(O/A); The End is Nigh! (Co-GM Needed.)
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Personality: Whenever she is doing her mission as an angel, she is seen as quiet, skilled, and thoughtful, but around her other angel friends, Adelina is friendly, talkative, and has a good sense of humor. It is quite hard to make her upset, but when she does, she has a bad temper. Adelina is working hard to control that.

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• The ability to guide a mortal through healing the heart, soul, and body through enforcement of faith, or simply giving them something to believe in if they do not already have the faith needed.

• Blessed with the ability to absorb a portion of the illness and pain that plagues a mortal's soul, but is limited to only being able to help the truly devout in this manner.

• The ability to sense pain and suffering in a mortal, whether it be physical, emotional, or spiritual. This pain almost acts like a homing beacon, though she can not see the pain itself, it simply draws her in.

Intro: Adelina walked towards the church, her blue eyes taking in the surroundings. 'The mortal world is very different from heaven.' She thought with a sigh. Many people walked passed her, but ignored her presence..for they could not see her. Most of them were smiling, but Adelina could sense the pain in their souls. 'These mortals have sadder lives than I thought.' She pondered with a slight shake of her head.

However, she wasn't particularly drawn to the people around her, she was drawn to a being in the church. Who? She doesn't know, but she is determined to find out. As she approached the large, gothic-style church, Adelina pushed open the wooden doors. Praying in the pews, was a little girl. She was pale, skinny, and weak. Adelina approached the girl and muttered,"The poor thing."

Adelina could see that she was almost begging God to heal her sickness. The little girl even said out loud,"Please heal me, God. There are still many things in the world I want to see." Filled with sympathy, Adelina decided to help her. She wanted to see a smile come to the poor girl's face.

Adelina revealed herself to the girl, and a gasp came from the little girl's mouth. "Who are you?" She asked with a slight tremble in her voice. Adelina smiled and replied,"Do not be afraid. I am here to heal your sickness. However, I can only heal a small portion of it." The girl nodded and said,"I don't mind. Please...just make me feel better. Even if it is only a little." Approaching the girl carefully, Adelina laid a hand on her head and said,"May this devout follower of God be healed. So her pain and suffering may end." She watched as the girl's face became less pale, and her body became slightly healthier.

The little girl bowed the Adelina and said,"Thank you! Thank you!" She ran out of the church with a joyous expression on her face as she exclaimed,"It's a miracle! I've been healed!" Adelina smiled brightly at the girl. "It's nice to bring a smile to someone's face and make their lives a little better." She said to herself. Adelina loved her job. The fact that she could help the less fortunate was a wonderful idea to her. However, her healing abilities came with a price. Adelina felt her knees becoming weak and her whole body began to tremble. Knowing that it was time to return, Adelina let herself fade away and return to heaven.
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If I may switch my reservation for Uriel and I'll have my character sheet up within the hour.
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Done and done. I look forward to seeing the CS. I'll try to read it tonight, but I've got a lot to do around the apartment, so both the CS's that have been submitted may have to wait till tomorrow.
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Other Names:Osiris (Egyptian) to Forseti (Norse)

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The optimist in a pessimistic world, Corrigan is a believer in the good nature of man and does his best to help those he feels led to. He is incredibly patient and is slow to judge anyone even when he knows what sort of life they have led, some would say that is his weakness. When he does interact with mortals to persuade them not to go down the dark path they are headed towards, he is kind and caring using all the tricks up his sleeve to ensure the happy ending of sorts. When all his tricks and warnings fail, his mood sours and he becomes a tad depressed to say the least. Condemning men and women to die is not the highlight of his task in the world, he'd rather not have to, but for there to be good there also must be evil. When among the heavenly host there seems to be a great sociability to the angel, always the first to speak and also the first to be that one person who sees silver-lined clouds. Though he doesn't personally have a preference for talking to the angels with the more morbid tasks even though he himself has one. Corrigan is the reluctant judge, the sort of judge that wishes every defendant were not guilty.


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  • The ability to see what has lead up to the present, back in to the past, to view the deed’s done in a mortal’s life, but ONLY the part the mortal played. Uriel can see the actions of others, but not their identity. It is this ability that allows him to determine if a mortal is beyond saving or not.

  • The ability to wield the fire of the great spirit, which marks a mortal’s soul permanently so that Gabriel will know that they have been marked for death.

  • The ability to help to control growing evil in the hart of a mortal if it is just beginning to grow and has not reached and uncontrollable level. He can only help, however, and not simply banish, the evil, as the mortal must make the decision to be good.


Introduction

"Do you believe in god, sir?" It was a question that was unheard by the reverend of the largest church in the city. The man seemed taken back by Corrigan's question, a thick silence fell between them like the early snow that dusted the ground around them. No words escaped the man's mouth as the angel set his eyes toward the heavens, darkened by night with heavy clouds. Corrigan had to admit the man was at a disadvantage, for the man had no idea who the angel truly was, and the angel knew everything about the man beside him. Silence is bearable, but only in short bursts, the question was poised once more, "I ask you again, do you believe in god?"

A short stutter came from the reverend, his breath crystallizing in the cold air, "Of course I do," he said in a fluster, never had someone after a sermon asked him that. Nervous chuckles shortly erupted from him, "I don't see how a man like me couldn't considering my position in this life." His hands pulling his overcoat closer, a chill creeping up on him, the reverend was feeling uneasy around this stranger who was asking all these different questions regarding his faith. "What happened to be your name again?" The man asked with a mild squint as if he had seen Corrigan before, baby like steps were taken as he approached the angel gingerly.

Corrigan's eyes lit up and he offered a small grin, "I never gave you my name, but you may call me Corrigan." Stormy eyes turned back toward the city's 'holy man', the angel's hands gently caressed an ivory rosary which god swung back and forth between the strands of beads. Now the silence was Corrigan's as he tried to figure out the polite phrase for the conversation, "Let me rephrase, do you believe in his existence as a being or do you believe his message?" Every different believer of every different sort of deity had a different definition of 'believing'. Even a differing opinion on what 'faith' meant for that matter, an irony that for an absolute god they had subjective opinions and truths.

An immediate defensive stance came from the reverend's words, "I believe it all." Of course he believed in the message if he believed in god, they went hand in hand didn't they? His hands went to the railing in front of them, looking over the balcony of the church, the eyes looking downward to the parishioners leaving after the usual evening service chitchat, they could have been his testimony to his belief. All of this seemed so surreal, like an odd dream that he was waiting to wake up from.

That was all Corrigan needed to hear, from that sole statement he knew the reverend in front of him was nothing more than a wolf in sheep's clothing. Or to put it quite bluntly, a hypocrite. A pied piper leading the children astray into desolation and despair. His grin had turned into a sad smile as he leaned back against the railing that the reverend had in a death grip. "I want to believe that you believe, but just like your Saint Thomas, seeing is believing for me." Corrigan's words were wistfully said, hoping that his current task would turn around and he wouldn't be the one responsible for sending the man to a grave. A short pause came to let the words sink in before he continued, "So I must ask that you live the next week like you meant it when you said that you believed the message you preach. I will be seeing you again after the next service, I'd suggest doing a good sermon, but from what I've seen they're all good."

The angel made his steps to leave, the reverend was temporarily lost in his thoughts. Before Corrigan had exited through the doorway, the reverend wanted to turn around and ask him a question about all that he said, but no words came. His eyes helplessly looked down to the crowd expecting to see Corrigan moving past the crowd soon enough, but he never did see him again that night.

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The next Saturday evening service had come, it always drew quite a crowd of the mostly influential upper class who always came to hear the good reverend preach. The choir was outstanding as always, the message seemed charismatically inspired, all of it ran just like clockwork to say the least. Everyone seemed so happy and pleased with the service, the men went and shook the old reverend's hand, the ladies went and gossiped about all sorts of subjects. An average service for the churchgoers, but after the service the reverend looked through the pews to see if Corrigan had shown up to the sermon once more. There was no sign of the brown haired boy anywhere to be seen, the reverend did not fret about it and conversed with the crowds as it all began to wind down.

After the crowds had gone along with the church's staff it was time to lock up what had become a complex over time. His keys jingled locking the doors, he dimmed the lights and had just started to head out, not a single care or worry in this chaotic world. Corrigan had not been lying when he said he'd see the reverend again though, he never said that the reverend would see him. In his spectral form he had followed the reverend, watching him callously disregard the issues that plagued society, watching him steal and swindle, among so many other issues that made his life a living parody of what it meant to believe.

In the end the reverend never noticed the mark that had been placed on him that evening, a mark of condemnation. He also never noticed Corrigan walking away with disappointment from the entire affair, his spectral form fading into the drifting snow. The other of his fellowship would be along to finish the rest of the duty. It was time for him to follow the next calling, hopefully next time the person would heed his warnings. There is no rest for the wicked, and also for those who try to change the wicked.
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@Onigiri: please use the list code for the powers. It makes it easier to find them in your CS. Aside from that, welcome to the game, and please remember that your characters ability to heal means she absorbs their illness, which means that it takes a toll on her body. I'll make a note of that in the powers section of the info posts.

@Descartes: Your character sheet is really very pretty, but please use the code in the CS post. It makes it easier for me to sort through things to find what I want quickly. It also makes reading it a bit more organized. I'm a forms person :3 Also, I'm looking forward to seeing your intro. So far, I like him, but I can't make a decision until that's posted ^^

I'm also going to be updating the notes on the angels themselves, to give people a more thorough understanding of how things work.
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Finished and fixed my character sheet :3
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Eeee! I LOVE him! That's a wonderful take on the character! *claps happily* Accepted!

Also... You forgot to add Uriel as the angelic name. Please add that :)
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Just a note that I've updated the list of characters to reflect that one had been reserved but a sheet was not submitted, so it's open again. We're still looking for more before I can get us started :)
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Personality: Adam is an odd mixture of things. He is mischievous, enjoying playing pranks and doing things that aren’t particularly…angelic. He is incredibly confused by present day technology and even more confused by etiquette, the concept of personal space, and references to TV shows or movies. He is also terribly awkward and a little frightened in romantic or sexual situations. Adam used to lack a sense of humour, greeting jokes with a blank face and a head tilt but having been on Earth for a while now, he has developed one though in some areas, it is still lacking. Despite his mischievous ways, Adam can be serious when he wants to be, but mostly saves his austerity for situation that require it, though there isn’t much that Adam believes needs austerity anymore. He even involves humour when on mission or in combat with denizens of the dark. Though Adam looks rather young, he is, of course, very old and very wise. Sometimes, he tends to wish he didn’t know so much. Before being sent to Earth, Adam wasn’t quite sure what ‘emotions’ were but after time, he developed them and he found that emotions and vast knowledge didn’t mix well, though he tried to keep these emotions under check, attempting to experience only the positive ones.

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  • Has the ability to sense the levels of good and evil in a mortal’s soul, and is particularly sensitive to even the most subtle and well-masked evil
  • Has the ability to sense denizens of the dark (those who are not mortal and walk the path parallel to the light). This sense almost works like a homing beacon.
  • Can summon at will a blade made of the most pure light energy, used to slay evil mortals and can seriously wound (and occasionally kill) dark denizens.


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Adam walked the cracked concrete sidewalk, his black Nike Air Force 1s beating down a gentle rhythm; the archangel had developed an odd fetish for sneakers since being on Earth. It was materialism at its best, and Adam seemed helpless to stop it, or he just simply didn’t want to stop it. However, Adam was not spending the time admiring his sneakers; he walked with his head up, observing the passers-by. Men in sharp suits, young girls with baby strollers, the homeless sitting in doorways asking for change. With each person Adam walked past, there was noise – sounds unheard by anyone but him. It was the indicator of evil; for some, it was just a whisper, barely audible, gentle and low but with so much potential to grow; for other, it was louder; words and sentences in vicious tones, sometimes there were pictures, flashes of colours. Occasionally, Adam would walk past a mortal with a soul that screamed; deafening noise, words and phrases screeched, vile words and darkness that blinded the archangel. As he walked past these people, it was all Adam could do to stop himself from wincing, staggering away and covering his ears. Never had Adam walked past a mortal who didn’t give off any noise, never had he met someone with only peace and silence within them, even the young mortal – even they had something dark within them.

However, Adam was not interested in these mere mortals currently. The archangel was on a bigger quest, his journey taking him down streets and alleys he had never walked down before. He was conscious of where he was going, he was controlling his own body, but something else was taking him there. A strange sense, a feeling in his gut, an inkling in his mind was pulling him closer to his destination. The man strode past small corner shops, foreign writing scrawled across the sides, past skyscrapers filled with corporate moguls and lowly interns dreaming of a higher life. This place, this city was filled with such diversity; such poverty and wealth – it was a wonder to Adam that the complete lack of balance didn’t tip the city straight off the Earth.

At some point during the walk, Adam realised he had a want for something. Something to flow into his trachea, glide into his lungs, intoxicating them with tar and seep into his bloodstream. He wanted a cigarette. The bright eyed male kept on his chosen path, though he kept a look out for anywhere that would the item that was on his mind. The city was a den of iniquity and it was happy to provide it’s occupants with anything they desired for a fee. And the fee for what Adam required was five dollars, twenty-five cents; he had dug around the pocket of his “fashionably ripped” jeans and handed the small, chubby Indian man ten dollars, after he had shown him a fake ID. It was something that annoyed Adam; he looked old enough to be on the verge of adulthood but not quite an adult, despite being older than the city itself. Once Adam had received his change and his purchase, he left the store and returned on his path that was taking him to some unknown place. The man lit a cigarette, inhaling then exhaling, watching the blue-grey smoke with a smile. It was a beautiful indulgence; a tragic yet beautiful indulgence.

Adam walked for another twenty minutes or so before that sense he had, the reason for his journey suddenly stopped. For a moment, he looked around, trying to see who or what it was that had led him here. Adam stood in the alleyway he had been led to, an old, rusting shopping cart had been left abandoned underneath an even rustier fire escape leading up to an apartment building that was filled with screams and vile whispers of the evil inside; junkies and alcoholics, Adam assumed, judging from the unappealing aesthetics of the area. The archangel almost turned back, thinking that whomever or whatever he had felt here was gone, but then he heard the clearing of a throat. The archangel turned around, facing the entrance of the alleyway in which stood a man; he looked older than Adam, his face slightly weathered, hair showing signs of grey, a smirk amongst his mildly charismatic features. Adam threw his cigarette to the ground, stubbing it out with the Nikes.

“Azazel,” he greeted, eyes having turned dark but a slight smile on his face.

“Great to see you, Mikey,” the demon replied with a Southern tang.

Adam made a low, guttural sound in the back of throat. He really hated being called Mikey. The fair haired male flexed his left hand, the sound of unsheathed metal echoed around the dimly lit alleyway. All the rumours, the pictures, the scriptures were true. Michael’s sword shone a bright light, blinding in the same way a direct glance at the sun was. Azazel was suddenly right next to him, the two men face to face, each wore a smile. They were familiar to each other, almost like old friends. They had had so many encounters over the years. Adam was the one to strike the first blow, a lash over Azazel’s ribs; the man hissed, gritting his teeth together. His clothes were slashed open; blood coated the man’s skin and shirt. The demon striked back, with his fists – it may have seemed idiotic, lacking a weapon when up against such a powerful archangel. But Azazel was strong, with fists like diamonds – unbreakable, strong, painful as hell. Adam flew backwards, grunting in pain and he was embedded into a wall, the bricks cracking and falling from their places. Within seconds, Adam was up and once again back opposing Azazel. A quick slash to the demons neck, another blow to his arm, and a stab to his stomach. Azazel made a high pitched screech; the pain he felt from the archangel’s sword was immense. Once Adam had withdrawn the sword, Azazel departed with a flash, all that was left was a spattering of blood.

Adam gave an angry sigh, flexing his left hand once again causing the sword to disappear silently. Once it had disappeared, the male himself disappeared too, reappearing in the crack house in which Aulani was currently departing.

“Morning, sunshine,” Adam said with a nod, lighting another cigarette and exhaling the smoke with a heavy sigh.


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Ooooh... absolutely lovely <3 Accepted! I'm gonna try to get an advert written up and posted tomorrow... I gotta do it for all three of my group threads =/

Hopefully once that's done, we'll have more people join so we can get started. :D
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Just making a note that I've got us advertised and submitted this game for Game of the Week... AND... I got the info posts for character sheets and all updated finally. Yay for being productive. :)
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I was typing up a CS for Jegudiel and I accidentally clicked a link...I was nearly done too....goddammit I am pissed right now >:[ >:[ >:[

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"It's like the universe screams in your face, 'Do you know what I am? Do you know how grand I am, how old I am? Can you even comprehend what I am? What are you compared to me?' And when you've realised the truth and abandoned the fantasies, you can calmly smile back to the universe and say, 'Dude, I am you.'"

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Of course, dearling. :)
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