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| The Children of Nostradamus(O/A); The End is Nigh! (Co-GM Needed.) | |
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| Judas Priest | January 11, 2011, 1:04 am Post #26 |
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Name: Maiko Angelic Name: Jegudiel Names Known as by Other Religions through time: Jhudiel Appearance: Standing at an unimposing 5’11, with the lightly bronzed, tanned skin of one from the Caucasus, Maiko is not immediately striking, nor does she possess a ‘commanding presence’ as a human. Her black hair is typically fashioned in the style known as a ‘Chinese bob’, sweeping downwards to her jawline, and she has vaguely almond shaped dark brown eyes. Her nose is very slightly upturned and small, and her mouth is similarly small, with thin lips. Personality: Being the angel who is charged with determining the final judgment of departed mortals has crafted Maiko into a solemn but decisive and firm character; she makes her choices as is needed and to see her unsure is a sign that does not bode well. As a result, she is used to making all her own decisions, and does not take kindly to others attempting to make choices that involve her. Also as a result of her duty as an angel, Maiko has had little contact with her angel brethren over her many ages. She has spent countless lonely aeons alone with only those souls on whom she must render judgment to act as company, and that ‘company’ disappears within seconds as she must deliver them to their next fate, returning to her solitary task. Though she would not admit it, Maiko thus enjoys and longs for the company of the other angels now that she has been given another duty. However, since she has so rarely interacted with them in the past, she feels like the outsider amongst them, and is under the impression that they consider her an outsider as well. Powers: Can tell when a mortal is lying or telling the truth. If the mortal is lying, is able to “read” the mortal’s soul in order to discern what the truth is and what is not. Can sense good and bad intentions when speaking with a mortal about their actions. Intro: The man did not know where he was, or how he had gotten here. He had no recollection of coming to this place—his mind was a haze of flashes of memories and sounds which he could not place. A flash of metal, like a blaze of gleaming light, a final cry of ending, the image of crimson pooling around a strangely familiar, inanimate object—the man closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, attempting to collect himself and his thoughts, before he opened them again to look around his surroundings. It was obviously a church—through windows of multicoloured stained glass, silvery strands of moonlight streamed gently into the church, casting a very faint light, and when he turned his eyes to peer through the vast distance between himself and the ceiling far above, he could see painted there images of apostles, angels, scenes of the Bible—though he would not know this. It was clearly night outside the broad walls of the church, but it was lit by a sort of rosy glow that hung in the air. And, though he saw he was wearing a thick, expensive fur coat, he could feel an incisive, sharp cold in the air. The sound of quiet footsteps interrupted the deep silence of the church, and the man turned towards the raised dais that was located at the head of the church. A young woman, as if she had emerged from the walls themselves, was stepping down the steps of the dais. She wore only a simple, unassuming dress, yet somehow, worn on her form, it appeared far more elegant; by her soft movements it appeared somehow more graceful. Her slightly bronzed skin marked her to be someone of the Caucasus region, if the man knew anything of such things, and her eyes, a dark brown shade, were locked onto his—and he found himself unable to remove his eyes from hers. And the man knew at last the time to meet his fate, his punishment, had come. “I didn’t do it.” Without command, without even realising it, the words scraped past his lips in a dry, arid whisper; the sound was magnified by the wide walls of the church. “I didn’t do it…” Even now, as he spoke, he knew the lie was fruitless. “Your attempt at dishonesty is hopeless,” the woman spoke at last; her voice came to the man as if from very far away. He felt as if her eyes were peering past his skin, past his soul, into the truth he had tried so long to look away from. “You doomed a man to a life penniless, hungry, poverty-stricken, so that you could live in pleasure and idle gratification. You stabbed a friend in the back—one who had trusted you with all he had—and took his wealth, his love, and his life.” Her words, ruthlessly true, bit into the man, who stepped back. How could she have known? No one could have known… “You have lived your life of ill-begotten happiness and contentment,” Maiko stated with an aire of finality in her words. “You will spend your next existence in repentance for your crime.” She turned from the man, and then her words rang out. “Jegudiel has spoken.” Not as good as I'd hoped...but I couldn't get it the way I had it before it got wiped out
Edited by Judas Priest, January 12, 2011, 4:55 am.
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| Memento Mori | January 14, 2011, 9:11 pm Post #27 |
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I love her! Accepted *goes to add the sheet*
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If life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade. And try to find someone who's life has given them vodka, and have a party.![]() My Characters | My Art | Ask Me Anything! Dyadic Existances--Accepting | Free-Lance--Accepting Guest Roles | The Children of Nostradamus--Accepting The Wasteland--Private | Feast--Private | Apocaliptic--Private |Absence Makes The Heart Grow Colder--Private | |
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| Judas Priest | January 14, 2011, 11:41 pm Post #28 |
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Sweet...I hope this can get going soon
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| Memento Mori | February 13, 2011, 5:19 pm Post #29 |
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This is just an update I'm posting to all my threads. I will be out of town for the next week, and likely will not be posting much, if at all, during that time. Please do not expect anything from me during this time, even if you see me lurking. I may also not be on much for a week or so after I get back home, as I will have company during that time. I apologize for any inconvenience this may cause people, and of course, GMs have my consent if they need to move my character along to keep the thread from dieing. In the games where I am the GM, I'm going to ask that if you do post, you do not get too carried away, as there is nothing worse for a GM to come back to a thread they've been unable to read and sort through pages upon pages of posts that have completely derailed the story and then attempt to fix things. Thanks for your understanding. ~Mori/Irish |
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| Memento Mori | February 13, 2011, 5:21 pm Post #30 |
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ANNOUNCEMENT Thank you to Ryan, for taking up position as Co-GM of the thread. Ryan has my permission to recruit people to submit character sheets while I'm out of town, and I will read over them as I have time to determine whether or not characters are accepted. |
If life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade. And try to find someone who's life has given them vodka, and have a party.![]() My Characters | My Art | Ask Me Anything! Dyadic Existances--Accepting | Free-Lance--Accepting Guest Roles | The Children of Nostradamus--Accepting The Wasteland--Private | Feast--Private | Apocaliptic--Private |Absence Makes The Heart Grow Colder--Private | |
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| Achilles | May 2, 2011, 2:44 pm Post #31 |
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I apologize. I submitted a character sheet for Sealtiel, but I dont think I'm good enough at this yet to do 4-5 paragraphs that often. If there is still a position open at the time when i feel ready, ill let you know
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Nihil Temptatum, Nihil Potitum "I wish none of this had ever happened" "So do all who see such times, but that is not for them to decide, all you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given with you" "Youre ugly" "Youre drunk" "That may be...but tomorrow morning. I'll be sober, and youll still be ugly" | |
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| Achilles | May 2, 2011, 3:48 pm Post #32 |
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I take that back, il give it a shot anyway Name: Bennie Angelic Name: Sealtiel Names Known as by Other Religions through time: Shealtiel (hebrew) Appearance: Spoiler: click to toggle This but longer hair Personality: She is kind, she loves to see the good in people. A man or woman who fights to do what they know is right, when they want to do what is easy, will be rewarded. A pure soul, who will do the right thing because it is simply that, the right thing to do. She is often more forgiving that she should be, and will give a sinner several chances. She hates to condemn and damn someone to an eternity in hell. She cannot stand the pain it will bring them, even though she knows that they have been wicked. When confronted by a truly wicked soul however, she will do whatever is necessary to protect to pure. Powers: The ability to use the gray as a gateway. By opening a portal to the gray, she can close that portal and open another that will deposit her at any holy place in the mortal world. The ability to sense true faith, thus giving her the advantage that she is able to separate the truly devout from those just playing the part. The ability to answer, and occasionally grant truly selfless prayers spoken by the truly devout. Intro: A middle aged man in a nice suit, but a solemn face walked into the church. He sat in the pew, third row from the back, bout halfway down. The sun broke through the Stain glass window falling upon the alter and making it shine as if to say to him “do not worry, there is still hope”, but he could not see it. How could there still be hope after so much bad had happened. He began to cry. How could she be dead? How? She was still so young, only fourteen. He bowed his head to pray as the tears fell silently down his face. Then a young woman walked in, dressed in rags. It was odd, he thought, though he knew he could see her, she looked somewhat transparent. She walked all the way up to that alter, more floating it seemed than walking she bowed and kissed the altar, then walked back and sat directly behind him. once she sat, he realized she smelled strongly of incense. It was silent for a long time before he decided that she was no longer paying attention to him. He began to cry again. “I miss her so much already, I miss my baby Jessica” he cried. He would give anything to have her back, to be with her again. He had always done what he believed to be right. He’d never hurt somebody if he could avoid it, he’d always goes to church, so why. Why? Was his Jessica torn from him so violently? It was then that he felt a hand on his back. Soft, but confident. He looked to his right and there sitting was the young woman. “Do not cry.” She said, quite calmly and reassuringly. “Do not cry, it will be okay. Your daughter will be accepted into the kingdom of heaven. As will you, when your time comes. Do not worry” she repeated. “How do you know?” he asked throatily. He didn’t care that he had no idea who she was, she was comforting him, and that was enough for now. “How do you know? I’ll be around for a long time yet. My wife divorced me for another man my parents have both passed, and my daughter was just shot dead for the money in her pocket. Why is this happening to me?” he asked, almost begging for an answer from the statue of the saints on the wall. “Do not waver dear, this is a test of your faith and resolve. You are a good man, a pure soul, you taught your daughter well enough, she is waiting for you in the kingdom of heaven, and when you to meet again, it will be glorious, and in the light of his amazing grace!” It was then that he realized she was no longer there. Not physically at least, he couldn’t see her, but it felt like someone was watching him, protecting him. After several more prayers the man stood up and left. He walked outside and after two steps he heard a screaming, a girl, young by the sound of it, he looked an saw a girl, no older than 14, being pulled into an alley. He ran. As fast and hard as he could to get there, when he reached the alley he saw two men. One Caucasian and the other was African American, they both had very long, shiny knives. He ran and shoulder checked the closer one, the one holding the girl, the man’s grip loosened in the surprise of being tackled and the girl ran for it. Then the African man turned, saw him and stabbed him, straight into the gut, but he wasn’t done yet. He kept fighting, hoping, praying that he would give the girl enough time to get away, but slowly as he fought, he was loosing consciousness, then as heard a police car he fell, barely conscious he could the side of the white and black police car, emblazed with the NYPD symbol. When he woke, he found he was awake, and more than that he was refreshed and ready to run, he felt happy, as though he could fly. When he looked around, he realized, he was dead. In front of him stood the pearly gates, and standing next to St.Peter was the Archangel Sieltiel. As he passed he thought he heard her say “together again”. Then he heard “PAPA!” and turned to see his Jessica running toward him. Edited by Achilles, May 3, 2011, 5:30 pm.
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Nihil Temptatum, Nihil Potitum "I wish none of this had ever happened" "So do all who see such times, but that is not for them to decide, all you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given with you" "Youre ugly" "Youre drunk" "That may be...but tomorrow morning. I'll be sober, and youll still be ugly" | |
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| Dream | May 2, 2011, 9:28 pm Post #33 |
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Alright, first i'm gonna say MEH to the16thpun...just cuz he stole my character. -.- haha just kidding. love you!! Second, i'm gonna reserve Jeremiel. |
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I'll whisper in your ear, You are mine, and you will never have to be alone. And when I pull you near, You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone. So let me be the one to lift you up, I'll carry you home. 'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe, And to catch you when you fall. | |
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| Achilles | May 4, 2011, 9:01 pm Post #34 |
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am i accepted? |
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Nihil Temptatum, Nihil Potitum "I wish none of this had ever happened" "So do all who see such times, but that is not for them to decide, all you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given with you" "Youre ugly" "Youre drunk" "That may be...but tomorrow morning. I'll be sober, and youll still be ugly" | |
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| Dream | May 4, 2011, 9:04 pm Post #35 |
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-shrug- who knows. but i'm posting my character either tonight when i get home, or tomorro morning. Just so everyone knows. |
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I'll whisper in your ear, You are mine, and you will never have to be alone. And when I pull you near, You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone. So let me be the one to lift you up, I'll carry you home. 'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe, And to catch you when you fall. | |
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| Achilles | May 5, 2011, 3:06 pm Post #36 |
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right....should i take that as a no then? |
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Nihil Temptatum, Nihil Potitum "I wish none of this had ever happened" "So do all who see such times, but that is not for them to decide, all you have to decide is what to do with the time that is given with you" "Youre ugly" "Youre drunk" "That may be...but tomorrow morning. I'll be sober, and youll still be ugly" | |
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| Dream | May 5, 2011, 8:28 pm Post #37 |
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no, you should take it as they haven't gotten around to reading it yet and will tell you once they do.
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I'll whisper in your ear, You are mine, and you will never have to be alone. And when I pull you near, You'll know I love you like I never loved anyone. So let me be the one to lift you up, I'll carry you home. 'Cause now I'm here to keep you safe, And to catch you when you fall. | |
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| That Butler | January 25, 2012, 11:27 pm Post #38 |
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*goes to add the sheet*






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