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| Requiem | June 13, 2011, 4:18 am Post #1 |
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![]() Rated R for Language, Violence and Mild Sexual Content. Our Father, Who Art In Heaven. . Lead Us Not Into Temptation. . But Deliver Us From Evil. . --- The arch angels of heaven are the most powerful creatures unto god. They are his right hand. His peace keepers. The guardians of all of their fathers creations. However, those of the great seven who have lost their grace are considered the fallen. Next to Lucifer, there are the seven who are considered the most powerful unto him; they are the damned. They are the arch angels of hell. The torment pushers. The life destroyers. Satan’s absolute finest. Those of the seven who have been cast out from hell, are the condemned; the fallen to heaven. The true story to Lucifer being cast out of heaven is not what we've been raised to believe. The true story is that he had refused to put gods children, his creations, before god himself. He didn't comply. By refusing to do as such, he was looked upon as a deceiver and one who had lost faith. Therefore, he was cast out and refused entrance to heaven from there on. He was forced into the inner depths of the world, so to speak. In a place that held all of those who had either lost faith or been rejected into heaven, the true sinners of both the living and deceased. Holding Lucifer at bay are over 600 mystical seals, of those 600 only 66 need to be broken and should this happen, Lucifer will walk free. The seven demons Beelzebub, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Balberith, Astaroth, Verrine and Sonneillon which are unto Lucifer have been released to the world, taking on a host of their own and searching for the seals that need to be broken. The first, a “righteous man" must spill blood in Hell and then be raised from perdition. And then, the first demon shall be the last seal - Lilith. If she dies, the end begins. God is gone, he left the building. And because of this, Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, Salaphiel, Jegudiel and Barachiel - the almighty Arch Angels lost their grace and fell from the heavens. No one knows what happened to them, they themselves have no idea. Seven beings among earth will slowly begin to realize that they are more than just an average human being. In each, one of the High Arch Angels are hidden within and they soon will begin to awaken from the release of the demons. What angels and semi-arch angels inhabit the heavens are a driving force, hoping, wishing, praying that the demons will set Lucifer free. They want the all holy, as it was a written battle, to happen. Their mindset strictly on them winning and bringing about ‘Paradise.’ For this paradise to be brought out, Lucifer and his minions must be destroyed, conquered and obliterated. The End Is Nigh, The Apocalypse Is Coming. --- Characters: Character Sheet: Rules: Just A Tid Bit More:
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| Requiem | June 13, 2011, 4:32 am Post #2 |
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Requiem Evie Marina Bale Demon Leviathan Twenty-Four Excuse Me, My Lord; But You're Only A Boy Personality - [Will be added.] - Back Story - [Will be added.] - --- Requiem Briella Annalise May Archangel Gabriel Twenty-Two Frightened By Things That You Could Not Destroy. Personality - [Will be added.] - Back Story - [Will be added.] - Edited by Requiem, June 17, 2011, 5:17 am.
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| Juicesir | June 13, 2011, 8:18 am Post #3 |
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Sexy Shoeless God of Something
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Never mind...
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| Wicked | June 13, 2011, 10:48 pm Post #4 |
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I'll keep an eye on this roleplay, since I'm really interested but have no idea who I want to play. I'll come back when there are only a few more spots left so I can take the scraps
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| Requiem | June 14, 2011, 6:01 am Post #5 |
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Alright, ParadoxInABox. I'm excited to see the outcome of who you will play. ;3. Sidenote; Michael has been reserved. |
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| TheJinxxienaut | June 14, 2011, 6:44 am Post #6 |
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The Jinxxienaut Cary Quinn O'Donnel Angel (Jegudiel) Age: 26 Appearance Personality: Rather soft-spoken and self-oriented, Cary is known for keeping to himself. Whether in a pub, or just waltzing through the streets, the city slicker is never one for grins and raw chumminess. Though far from foreboding or anti-social, he just seems solaced in serving his lonesome. After meeting the young Ire, you'll notice a slightly sadistic humor streak, though nothing too malicious is rang in that deep gaze of his. Jokes are few and far apart, but when uttered, they are known to stop a crowd. Opposed to ruckus and nonsense, Cary prefers the serious side of things down to the core of celebration. Anything further is best noticed through interaction. Back Story: Born and raised in Dublin, the young man was born and raised a worker. Son of a farmer and a housewife, he's never kown the luxuries of soft labor. His brow breaks in sweat at only the most physically demanding tasks, and as such, it's obvious he's dealt with his share of tribulations. From age seven he's been alone, after the farm, and both parents with all six siblings were claimed by a great landslide, he's been wandering the world, working here and there doing this and that. This continued for roughly ten years, until just before his 18th birthday, when he discovered a rubbish newspaper. He read the column on the discarded travel section with gusto, his eyes flying a mile a minute with the wealth of wisdom. After that day, his fate was changed. He became a journalist of travel locations, mainly staying within the Emerald Isle. Just recently, on his 24th birthday, did he finally make the leap to England. London was his destination, and success was his venture as he stepped foot into the city. The culture, the flash, the glint of it all was rich to him, the culture was so ... belonging. He felt a longing he'd never felt before as he settled into his one bedroom apartment. Just barely covered by the periodical he wrote for, the room was homely. In the south side, a makeshift kitchen was rigged with two cabintes and a sink, a half-size refrigerator and a small microwave oven. The north was fixed as an entertainment room, a small stand held an out-of-service television which flicked ever so occassionally with a glimmer of modern news. A haywired turntable sits on a rickety stand at the head of a couch fixed with a flat pillow and worn woven blanket. In the west side of the apartment, a row of luggage and books sit askew on the floor. An ashtray remains perched precariously atop the teetering tower of periodicals, a fresh cigarette burning into nonexistance. The smoke spirals slowly upward, until it is torn apart by the steady, obnoxiously loud hum of an out-dated ceiling fan. To the east wall is the doorway, nothing else. The walls are peeling of their olive paper, and the lights glow a dim, sickly yellow-hue. The lightbulb flickers in it's socket as the brown water runs over a pile of dishes. Yes, this is home. This is what he spent his life-savings for. Damn, did it feel good. sadpanda Edited by TheJinxxienaut, June 14, 2011, 6:50 am.
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| Requiem | June 14, 2011, 6:56 am Post #7 |
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Cary Quinn O'Donnel
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| TheJinxxienaut | June 14, 2011, 7:03 am Post #8 |
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| Judas | June 14, 2011, 4:07 pm Post #9 |
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Teehee. The one I wanted is already taken cause I took my sweet time coming to look xD Can I reserve Balberith? |
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| Vanity&Ecstasy | June 14, 2011, 7:47 pm Post #10 |
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Thief of Hearts
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Reserving Astaroth. |
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| Vanity&Ecstasy | June 14, 2011, 9:22 pm Post #11 |
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Vanity&Ecstasy Brock Ashford Demon(Astaroth) 28 Appearance Personality: Apathetic and logical, these two words describe Brock almost entirely. While not against speaking in public or to strangers Brock retains a monotonous voice and a lackluster interest in everything. Getting close to people has always been hard for Brock because of the way he speaks and his view point on life. While he may come off cold Brock still has his morals and will stand up for his beliefs, just not as loudly as someone more radical that shared his belief. As Brock goes about everything in his life he lives by logic and logic alone, magic and miracles are all just natural things that occur because of science and that is what he chooses to believe. Back Story: Brock grew up in a normal family, lived a normal childhood, and grew up in a completely normal town. As it was Brock was bound to turn into the person he is today because of all these things he had been through growing up. Brock was born to a Swedish mother and an American father in the quiet town of Cape Cod, Massachusetts. While his father hadn't stuck around long enough to see Brock grow up, his mother had taken them to Sweden and remarried before Brock was two. With a new father and a new home Brock lived a life some could be proud of, he made it through school with high grades, went to college and received a degree in Finance. With his degree Brock became a financial adviser at a somewhat renowned bank in Sweden and earned a living that way for several years. Over the years Brock has been in only two relationships both of which lasted only about six months before ending due to differences in interests. Brock doesn't mind being alone but sometimes he wishes he wasn't the way he was just so he could live an even more normal life. Sad Panda [[Hope this is okay.]] Edited by Vanity&Ecstasy, June 14, 2011, 11:04 pm.
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| Requiem | June 14, 2011, 10:48 pm Post #12 |
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Harlequin: Of course you can, bby. ;D. <3333 Brock Ashford |
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| Requiem | June 14, 2011, 11:17 pm Post #13 |
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Update on Open, Reserved and Taken Roles thus far: Taken Reserved Open Edited by Requiem, June 15, 2011, 5:47 am.
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| Eye of Providence | June 15, 2011, 2:27 am Post #14 |
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Descartes Tyberius Sinclair Asmodeus 30 Indulge Yourself Personality Behind the corporate mask of professionalism and politeness there always lies a darker underside, the other side shows what lies behind the three-piece suits and the freshly polished leather shoes. Selfish sinners living the life of the rich get richer and the poor get poorer, and that is no exception with Tyberius Sinclair. Regardless of being the heir to the legacy and the fortune of his father it did nothing to slake his greed and his want for more money and more power drives him. Though his greed is not limited to money or power, it also is mixed potently with lust to throw him into being almost like an animal at times when it comes to the opposite sex. He is condescending to all those who he considers his inferior, snark and wit are used as he tears down those lesser to him. If you are one of the beautiful people though he respects you to an extent, one could even say he becomes a decent person around his own personal crowd. Perhaps his best mood however is when he has the chance to flash his fortune by wining and dining all those around him. Tyberius is in the firm philosophy that money actually does buy friends, and the friends he does have if even if they are fair-weather he treats them quite well. Though like any successful businessman who is always in the interest of good business knows that his enemies can destroy him, and so thus he is vengeful to the greatest extreme willing to go to any low to make sure no one can ruin him. Hopefully if you ever do have the unfortunate circumstance of meeting him you will only see the the polite, charming professional with wit like a rapier and not the snake in the garden. Back Story A handshake with the brunette journalist sealed his past, "It is an honor to be able to interview you." Tyberius slunk back into his abnormally cushy chair. It was supposed to be a groundbreaking report about the life of Tyberius Sinclair, the young CEO of a banking empire which had grown and grown with his reign. A warm grin preceded his words, "Oh, Miss Swan, the honor is all mine." His words dripped with honey as the journalist twiddled with her pen, "So look at you, young, powerful, influential and the face of the economy in this city, how did it all start? Did you know you were going to be at this place when you were born?" Tyberius pursed his lips and seemed to look up at the ceiling for a brief moment, "You could say that, after all I was heir to the throne," a short chuckle followed shortly after. "Let's get started from the beginning, growing up a Sinclair with your father at the helm of the company, you, just a boy knowing it would be you sitting at your father's previous desk, what was it like growing up in that environment?" She asked getting her pen and notepad at the ready for his answer. "From the very beginning?" Tyberius asked mildly surprised she would take this much interest in his childhood. The anxious nod from Miss Swan told him the answer. "Family life was mostly non-existant, father was always off with the chairmen of the company, mother was always at parties and other social engagements, and sister I never really liked all that much." An odd look crossed the young CEO's face as he started to recollect his childhood the first time he has really thought about it in years. He had to ask himself what came next after his absent family, "Then when I was of age my father made sure to send me off to a respectable boarding school, before I learned I wasn't able to go back home I tried my damnedest to fail and get sent back, but it never happened." For the first time Tyberius was spilling his soul out to someone who wasn't a company appointed therapist. "I wised up of course and set out to make my family proud, I became a good student, was conversational and knew how to please people, president of the debate team when I entered prep school and then I also played polo of all sports." A laugh was shared between the two before Miss Swan got back on target, "So from the beginning it seems you were always a rising star. Of course after preparatory it is well known that you are a known alumni of Harvard, and like your father before you focused on a business degree. This where things get hazy though, it seems almost as soon as you graduated your father mysteriously stepped down from CEO and the chairmen appointed you as the new face of Sinclair & Co. how did it all transpire?" The mood of the interview seemed to drastically change with that question, a wicked smile spread from each edge of Tyberius' lips. "Truth be told," his head tilted backward, "It was all me." A hand ran through his hair, "After I graduated I decided to take what was rightfully mine, the company was slipping with father dearest's decisions being influenced by his old age and his old ways. So I went to the chairmen and a plan was formed, my father's stock in the company was to be liquidated and given to me. They would make him retire and then the company as by law when my father retired would be handed to me." The devilish grin never left his face. "I only took back what was rightfully mine and not in the hands of my dying father with dying dreams." The biggest mutiny in the industry had just been casually described by its perpetrator, it caused Miss Swan to drop her pen on the ground looking wide-eyed at what she had just been told. Tyberius rose from his chair, he bent down and gave Miss Swan her pen back, "It was a pleasure Miss Swan, though sadly I must leave due to a very urgent board meeting. Let's go out for drinks sometime? You can just confirm it with my assistant if you so choose." He left the room leaving the journalist with the story of a magazine's lifetime. sadpanda |
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| Judas | June 15, 2011, 2:30 am Post #15 |
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Harlequin Spencer "Spence" McIntosh Demon Balberith 26 Appearance Personality A strong-willed, independent woman, Spence is always ready to say what she feels. She is reasonably intelligent and usually honest. While her sense of humor can be a little quirky at times, she can be rather funny and occasionally teasing with her remarks. Most people find her to be a pretty average well-adjusted citizen. Back Story Spencer is an only child, she was raised by her grandparents in Edmonton, Alberta. Having lost her mother and father at a very young age, her mother to cancer, and her father to suicide not long after.. Spence grew up not knowing the joys of a "normal" family. Her grandparents worked very hard to make her childhood enjoyable, and she grew happy and healthy, she didn't feel like she was missing anything. Always pushing the girl toward bigger and better things, her grandparents put a lot of pressure on Spencer to get good grades and go to college. She neither cared for or bothered with any such notions. Instead, she spent her free time helping the Theater teacher make costumes for the school plays. No surprise to her friends, and much to the disappointment of her grandfather, after school she went to work as a seamstress and became very good at her craft. She is currently living in an apartment above her small tailor shop, Pins and Needles, on the outskirts of Calgary. She has a cat named Princie, and she is pretty content with her quiet, cozy life. sadpanda :] |
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| Requiem | June 15, 2011, 3:51 am Post #16 |
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Robin, I love Ty so far. I can't wait to see his backstory. Spencer "Spence" McIntosh
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| FredKrug | June 16, 2011, 4:32 am Post #17 |
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April 2012 Member of the Month
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FredKrug Name: Katarina Elizabet Brassal Angel: Uriel Age: 21 Appearance Personality: Kat is a kind individual, but someone who has an adventurous, experiemental spirit. She is not afraid of getting down and dirty, and especially enjoys extreme sports, such as rock climbing and surfing. She's done a lot of traveling as well, and always enjoys her time while on the road. Elizabet is a little easier to excite than most people, can can come off as energetic. She is, however, someone who likes helping people, particularly on personal or social issues. She is a person who believes that people should make their own judgements, and doesn't like it when people shove their thoughts onto others without being asked to. Finally, Kat is an avid lesbian, and is proud of it. Those who fight her on the issue see her very obscure angry side. Back Story Kat had a very fortunate life. She never had a major problem that she couldn't solve by trying. Additionally, her parents helped her do all the different things she ever had a desire to try, which added up to a lot. She had traveled to three different continents by the time she was eight, and had already explored most of the US by the time she was twelve. This only helped fueled her curious nature, and she began to experiment in just about everything possible. She dabbled in everything from just extreme sports and driving a car to drugs and alcohol, even sex. With girls. Unbenounced to her parents, the latter took particular hold of her, and she hasn't let go since. However, she has always seemed to have a sort of belief that no matter what, everything would work out the end. It seems to have paid off for her. Kat had a falling out with her parents when she was eighteen. Her parents found out about her girlfriend. Her parents, strongly opposed to gay rights, flat out rejected her and demanded that she stop seeing the girl. Kat Got up, went to her girlfriend's house, and stayed there until the two of them could afford to move away. They are currently set up in Boston, living happily together without anyone interfering with their lifestyles. They are currently planning on going on a trip soon, though they haven't decided where yet. Sad panda (is sad) Paradox stepped forward, and she has the part. She did it REALLY fast too, so sorry peoples! Kat's taken. Edited by FredKrug, June 16, 2011, 6:40 am.
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| TheJinxxienaut | June 16, 2011, 6:21 am Post #18 |
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Looking forward to getting going, everyone.
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| Requiem | June 16, 2011, 6:00 pm Post #19 |
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Tyberius Sinclair Katarina Elizabet Brassal
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| FredKrug | June 16, 2011, 6:15 pm Post #20 |
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April 2012 Member of the Month
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Horray! Now I just gotta wait for Paradox, and then I'll be ready to start the RP! This is going to be fun! |
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| Requiem | June 16, 2011, 6:18 pm Post #21 |
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Just an Update so far: Taken Reserved Open - Side Note; I will hopefully have finished my Character Sheets come Sunday. I have work both tonight, tomorrow and Saturday and Saturday is my fathers birthday. I'm not foreseeing me being active on that day, unfortunately, which is why I say Sunday. On a plus side, I believe once ParadoxInABox chooses which character she would like to play, I am going to open up the remaining roles to whoever wants to take on another. And as soon as I get up both of my Character Sheets, Juicesirs and Paradox', I will begin the IC! Just bare with me ladies and gents. ;3. I am extremely excited to get this started! - Still open for new members to join. - Edited by Requiem, June 18, 2011, 5:45 am.
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| Wicked | June 18, 2011, 5:47 am Post #22 |
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ParadoxInABox Mariah Andie Durand Demon Sonneillon 23 Appearance Personality Mariah has always been the type to question structured things, from buildings to religion. She's the kind that raises her hand in class and asks "why" for every little thing. She has been curious, rebellious, and tough-skinned since birth. She's not the person who is pressured into anything, but instead does the pressuring. She teases, sometimes excessively so, and doesn't know when her blunt statements can cut through skin. Blunt though she is, Mariah means to be honest. She doesn't like beasts that befriend a human and then bite unexpectedly. She's the rattlesnake, showing and making known loud and clear the kind of person she is. She'll bite, no doubt, but you'll know its coming. Her only tenderness is to those that she is loyal to. She never breaks a promise and once you're with her, you're there for life whether you want it or not. Mariah takes pride in her ability to keep her word and hates when people doubt her or think she is lying. Ever accuse her of such a thing and you might just end up with a black eye. It’s easy to say she has somewhat of a temper. She's not the most sympathetic creature on the planet but if she cares enough for the subject, she'll attempt to give "heart-warming" speeches though they usually come out sounding more like a crap-load of punches to whoever or whatever is the offender. She's the tough-cookie that protects the little fragile things that catch her attention and that beats the crap out of those who try to break her toys. Back Story Once upon a time, some rich and snobby six year old decided to call Mariah a chicken and a liar. Once upon a time, that rich and snobby kid got stabbed with a spork for accusing Mariah of being those two things. Of course, her lovely parents who had no idea what they had done wrong came to the school and had to pick up their devious little child for attacking another student; all the while, Mariah simply smiled and muttered, “he deserved it” whenever questioned as to why she would do such a thing. And, as far as Mariah was concerned, the boy did deserve punishment for defacing Mariah’s solid reputation of being honest, brutally so, and strong. As she began to develop, Mariah’s parents both exhibited worries for their daughter since she was anything but normal. She didn’t do well in school, not because she wasn’t smart but because of her incessant bickering with the teacher and refusal to “conform”. She had her own way of doing things and if someone didn’t like it, that was just too bad. Her parents couldn’t do a thing about it either and stood on the sidelines, waiting and praying that their rebellious child would somehow, magically, transform into a saint the next day. Mariah did no such thing. Adolescence sparked a sudden change in Mariah’s otherwise tomboy appearance; morphing her into a fully developed female by the time she reached fifteen. Though the hormones and puberty blossomed, Mariah’s mind stayed fixed on being a rebel, even against mother nature, and refused to wear the girly things her mother tried to put on her. She also didn’t partake in what other teenage, normal girls partook in. Mariah did not go to the movies or the malls with friends. She did not date guys and put make-up on. She did not adhere to the status quo. Instead, she took up the wonder that was motorcycling and was completely involved with other girls, though they were rare and far in between. Her tough exterior kept many away and her lack of sympathy or care to pay attention for too long eliminated what was left of the fishes in the sea. Still, she liked to fool around with “cute toys”, as she put it. That was her fascination, right there: motorcycles and cute, little things that she could play and tinker with. Her parents, at this point, were completely complacent on the matter and let Mariah do as she pleased as any wonderfully French couple would. So, when Mariah finally found a toy she wanted to keep a little while longer than the rest, Mister and Misses Durand welcomed the new addition with open arms in hopes that the girl who’d finally caught Mariah’s attention would tame the beast. Mariah, again, did no such thing and continued being the girl she was, except while keeping her girlfriend in mind. Anything she needed, Mariah would give it freely and without need of an explanation. That’s why, when her girlfriend came to her after her parents found out about Mariah, Mariah didn’t hesitate to let her in- though the folks weren’t as pleased. It didn’t take too long for Mariah to get her stuff together, along with the money for it, and move the two of them to Boston where the two wouldn’t be bothered by the constraints of their parents. sad panda |
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| Wicked | June 18, 2011, 6:20 am Post #23 |
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![]() Just kidding~ Didn't expect to actually finish the profile too-day but I did. <.< >.> Edited by Wicked, June 18, 2011, 8:19 am.
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| Eye of Providence | June 18, 2011, 6:44 am Post #24 |
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Descartes Bennet Emerson Beelzebub 28 Hell Is Empty And All The Devils Are Here Personality Lawyer and liar sound oddly close to each other if you say it fast enough. Bennet Emerson is the people's defender, people is a very subjective term, for the people he defends are monsters walking in human skin. Bennet is a rising D.A., a Defense Attorney and a Devil's Advocate. Once pure and innocent as he once tried to defend the common man from injustice, but that all changed when he realized he was on the losing side in this game of life. Now he is corrupt, protecting the drug industry, the trafficking industry, and every other stained page of humanity's history with every lie he can. He's made a name for himself, not in the way he originally wanted, but it only matters that he got there. Unfortunately Bennet needs a conscience killer to keep him going, seeing a former defendant of his in the front page news for murdering a family of five doesn't life spirits regardless of how notoriety he got from it. When he kept seeing the rapists, child molesters, and murderers he saved from the cell continue sinning despite it all, it took a heavy toll on Bennet. He's proud yet ashamed, arrogant but broken, famous but in the end he'll be remembered as infamous. Nothing more than a living lie, but with a little outside 'assistance' he can try to forget it for the moment. Not a very socializing person outside of his clientele, he is a manically depressed introvert with a very dry and grim sense of humor. One day he hopes that his corpse will grace the front page, and that people will wonder what ever happened to Bennet Martin, former white knight, and now a sinning saint. Back Story "Jesus Christ, Emerson, are you shaking again?" Came the annoyed question from one Fabian Annellio, currently under trial for being a chief lieutenant that the Italian family had as a drug supervisor. Bennet's hands did shake as he tried to rest them against the grand oak table that separated the two, an anxious look on Bennet's face and no answer caused the drug dealer more frustration. "Just fucking take these," Fabian said reaching into his coat pocket and sliding a clear, orange medication bottle across the table, "Your personal favorite legal boy, xanax," The faux smile on Fabian's face did not help matters. Bennet opened the pill bottle and quickly administered himself relief, as he tried to get his nerves to calm down. "Remember kid it's both our asses on the line here," Fabian said in a harsh tone as the xanax started to take effect on Bennet whose hands slowly stopped shaking and he seemed to slink back into the wooden chair. "S-so you are fine with the current plan, that a lower level member will take the blame?" Bennet asked as he pinched the bridge of his nose feeling his anxiety fade away and his law degree kick in. "You speak the legalese and protect my ass from some very unpleasant people in prison, I don't care what you have to do and neither does the boss, just get it done," Fabian said holding his face in his hands as if he was talking to an ignorant child. A small silence filled the room as the trial's lunch break still had a while to go and they had already finished their game plan. Fabian tapped his fingers against the oak, and he asked, "If it isn't impolite to ask, but what the hell happened to you, Emerson? I remember like it was yesterday when I once had orders to find and beat your ass to persuade you to stop focusing on the Annellio family. Now look at you, protecting us scumbags from hypocritical scumbags, so I'm actually curious, what the fuck happened to you?" Bennet removed his reading glasses and set them gently on the table as he tried to focus his mind on one specific point where it all changed. "Snitches get stitches," Bennet softly said recalling it as a phrase he heard often when he was growing up. Fabian raised an eyebrow and gave a roll of his hand for Bennet to keep going. "That's what they told me, sometimes they actually went as far to give me stitches," Bennet started to say as he remembered his childhood, he was the teacher's pet and the goodie-goodie of the neighborhood. "I learned that stitches are not worth the good that comes from them, so I made sure I wouldn't be implicated with truth." "But then you had a change of heart didn't you?" Fabian asked with a sleazy smile that spread from cheek to cheek. "We-well yes, I thought the world was different during college where justice and law actually meant something. That snitches get stitches ended in the real world, but then as I received more death threats, I came to the understanding that in the real world snitches wind up dead in ditches." Bennet finished on that not wishing to delve much further into his life story with a drug dealer. His phone alarm went off and he rose with his briefcase, monsters help monsters, snitch no more, "Come on, let's hide the truth and make the front page." He said sharply as he beckoned Fabian to follow him to the trial where an innocent man would be found guilty in Fabian's place. Another day in the life. Another day in the goddamned life. sadpanda |
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| Wicked | June 18, 2011, 8:16 am Post #25 |
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The Derp Queen
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ParadoxInABox Sophia O'Keeffe Archangel Raphael 20 Appearance Personality Humming, Sophia is always humming. This is because she’s always conscious of the different beats, rhythms, melodies, and harmonies that surround her day in and out. Even as she shuts her eyes and drifts off, music is playing. Thanks to this, Sophia doesn’t talk much since she’s absolutely too busy listening to other things. As well, she’s terribly curious and loves to feel things, trying to sculpt out in her mind all that surrounds her. Sophia’s not shy, to say the least, and is always seen with a smile on her radiant face. She laughs freely, loves deeply, and always gives a helping hand when she can. While her imagination blows many other people’s creativity out of the water, she’s not exactly the best student and is mathematically impaired for multiple reasons. However, she is well read and is otherwise very intelligent, just don’t ask her to do long division. She is easily amused and amuses others just as easily with clever comments that make others laugh without insulting a soul. Many churchgoers call her Heaven’s little helper and Sophia is hardly ever angered, and if she is she tries not to let it be known. Of course, this isn’t the healthiest route to go about but she does it to keep the peace. Back Story The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, not touched, but are felt in the heart. Sophia was born neurologically blind; her eyes were in mint condition but her occipital lobe where visual communication was supposed to occur in the brain was not. And yet, her faternal twin sister dodged the bullet and carried vivid green eyes, similar to Sophia’s, that were functional. However, as the two sisters grew up, this did not affect their relationship or Sophia’s ability to love the world for everything that it was- even though she could not see its splendors. She and Chastidy were inseparable and the two were always seen talking to one another; Chastidy would explain what she saw in the ways of a true poet and Sophia would listen not only to her sister but to the sounds of the earth around her in the ways of a true musician. Chastidy took up the art of writing, making stories to tell to Sophia since they were of made up worlds that her sister didn’t need to see to believe. Sophia took up the art of playing the keyboard- since her parents’ couldn’t afford to give her the grand piano she deserved. She worked hard to figure out the keys, learning their positions, and playing practically in her sleep. Sophia hoped, one day, to play the Earth’s song to the world while Chastidy aspired to publish the worlds and stories that existed within her head. Thus, the two girls explored, holding one another’s hands, and swapped stories; what did Chastidy see? What did Sophia hear? And based on this, the two made their own world in which they spent their days. Blindness did not keep Sophia from life but, instead, enhanced its beauty and strengthened her heart. God shall wipe all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away. There was a bang; one that sounded for miles within the state of Illinois. It challenged the screech of the world beginning with the Big Bang, as one’s life ended only inches away from Sophia. Twenty years no longer seemed that long, once wrenched away in a split second, and that’s exactly how it felt when Sophia’s body was taken from the rubble of the car but not that of Chastidy, who had been driving. It wasn’t a drunk driver that took Chastidy away, or a speed-devil. The breaks decided not to work that day when the light had turned red. It was Chastidy’s dear, beloved car that had turned her over to whatever was facing her on the other side. Though Sophia had previously been a devout Christian (despite her grandparents’ Irish heritage), as she was sped to the ER with a concussion and a few broken ribs, Sophia’s broken heart screamed that there was no such thing as a God. Her sister was gone and there was no real justification to it; Death was unbiased and inconcievably unexpected. Although the world is full of suffering, it is full also of the overcoming of it. sad, sad panda ); |
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