Angel's Pride / [PG-16] / ADVANCED / Accepting via PM / Started

[Flaring Rose]

Jeez, why dont no one use this thread?

[Scatty]

so i can be a demon turned angel

 

God damn it...there is only 1 way for a demon to become an angel: posses a human body' date=' then have an angel turn that human into an angel. And if that happens, the demon loses all his former powers.

Name: Talia Lee

Age: (any age up to 100, but must have been turned into an Angel less that 1 year ago) 14

Description: (both image AND text needed) [spoiler=Talia]

Average height, about 5'5, weighs around 295 lbs.

 

How you became an Angel: She was almost murdered by a demon, but an angel healed her, turning her into an angel.

Bio (before that): Talia grew up with her parents, living an amazing life. Her family was wealthy, and her parents were kind. Later, her parents died of a rare disease, and their bodies were donated for research. From then on, Talia lived at an orphanage, as she waited to turn 18 and inherit her parents fortune, and live her normal life again. But it all changed when a demon had found its way into the orphanage. She was almost killed, when an angel healed her, and turned her into an angel.

Trial abilities: 1. Able to sink into shadows

2. Bend the boundaries between dream and reality

Inner voice: no

Job: Unemployed.

Affiliation: hunt demons

 

Added. The boundaries ability thing...is it simply Mind Control?

Here is my app

 

[spoiler=Demon App]

Name: Quetzacotl (kwet-za-koh-teel)

 

Age: approximately 600' date='000; lost count around 200,000

 

Hunted: Very highly, approximately 8.8/10

 

Circle: 180 and counting

 

Description: Quetzacotl is best described as a feather serpent. He is approximately 28 metres long and 3 meters in diameter at his thickest part. He is covered in green iridescent (pearl like) scales that are each half a metre long, 5 cm thick and incredibly hard. White, iridescent feathers run along his body in continuous ridges. They are light, but arevery rigid and very sharp, able to inflict grievous wounds. His head is much thicker than his body, and is adorned with a crest of rainbow feathers. This crest is also very reflective when arranged in a certain formation, using the light as a weapon to blind his enemies. His fangs are sharp and nigh unbreakable. He only has one pair, but to be able to break his teeth off means having to completely kill him. His eyes are dynamic and rainbow coloured. His tongue is about 6 metres long and allows him to talk.

 

Bio: Quetzacotl was a demon with plenty of experience in death. His past is blurry, but what he remembers was that most of his deaths were from the result of angels. After so many deaths, his body has become adapted to be able to kill or at least fend them off. His most recent and longest life was when he was an Mesoamerican god. That time, he was slain by the joint effort of the Spanish Conquistadores and the angels. The Spanish killed every shaman of the Maya, Inca and Aztec who warded the angels away from him, resulting in the angels swarming up and killing him. Quetzacotl is very jolly despite this and his favourite pasttimes are watching humans slowly destroy their world, giving humans nightmares and destroying cities every year under the cover of hurricanes.

 

How many times you died: Countless, estimated around 30,000 times, the longest life was when he was a god of the Aztec pantheon and the Aztec shamans warded off the angels.

 

Abilities:

1. Indefinite Flight

2. Able to conjure windstorms strong enough to knock even an angel off balance

3. Able to create cripplingly strong bass waves strong enough to level buildings to disorient and possibly damage an angel's brain.

4. Able to become invisible to every being except God, the Devil and the sharpest eyed angels.

5. Able to travel through dimensions through the use of portals. (Only to Heaven, Hell and Earth)

 

Affiliation: He does what he pleases. He might help the Devil once in a while, but tends to watch and enjoy the folly of the human condition.

 

 

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At first I thought this guy is too strong, but as you already died 30'000 times, your next summoning sickness will be of about...hmm...50 years, in which your Circle will be reduced to 10. Anyway, accepted.

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RP is starting...now!!

[Pegasasu]

Makign dreams become reality, basically

[Otaku-sama]

OoC: Before this RP hits the bottom again, I'll start.

 

IC: Quetzacotl gracefully flew through his portal he made from Hell. He knew he had to be much more careful this time. He was on something of a last chance basis. He already died so many times and the Devil wasn't happy. If he died again, not only will he be uncapacitated for 50 years, he would be demoted all the way down to circle 10.

 

"Circle 10?! That's on the same level as the freaking Chupacabra! I was a freaking god and now I'm about to be some kind of urban myth! This is bull. I hate those damn Spaniards..." Quetzacotl furiously thought in his head as he headed to middle of the Americas.

 

When he arrived, the sight was shocking to him. The Aztec, the Inca and the Maya were not where they were supposed to be. Their cities were only ruins now, the people gone.

 

"Well, I guess my free ride is over. Gotta find some more guillible humans to make me their god..."

 

OoC: BTW where is the RP taking place?

[Flaring Rose]

Xan woke up on Earth. "This is confusing. I was just up in Heaven a couple days ago." Xan saw that he blew up his TV while he was asleep. "Jeez, i must of had that nightmare about that demon again." Xan got up and went to have a shower. He got out and felt that a darkness was surronding the city. "Better not be my shitty arse rival demon of a jabroni." Xan hated that guy. They were fightning ever since Xan became a Angel.

[Spartan919]

Jason woke up. He had had an uneventful night, as far as angels' nights go. He got up; then he pointed at the windows to his apartment, and used his shadows to pry the shades apart. Much better. Now I just need to go and hunt some dumbass demons again today. He sighed. He was just a new angel, but he hadn't been hunting any demons that were challenging. Truth be told, he hadn't fought any demons at all. He figured he would just keep living until the stupid things decided to show up and give him a real fight.

[Scatty]

OoC: Before this RP hits the bottom again' date=' I'll start.

 

IC: Quetzacotl gracefully flew through his portal he made from Hell. He knew he had to be much more careful this time. He was on something of a last chance basis. He already died so many times and the Devil wasn't happy. If he died again, not only will he be uncapacitated for 50 years, he would be demoted all the way down to circle 10.

 

[i']"Circle 10?! That's on the same level as the freaking Chupacabra! I was a freaking god and now I'm about to be some kind of urban myth! This is bull. I hate those damn Spaniards..."[/i] Quetzacotl furiously thought in his head as he headed to middle of the Americas.

 

When he arrived, the sight was shocking to him. The Aztec, the Inca and the Maya were not where they were supposed to be. Their cities were only ruins now, the people gone.

 

"Well, I guess my free ride is over. Gotta find some more guillible humans to make me their god..."

 

OoC: BTW where is the RP taking place?

 

Basically everywhere on Earth. You can only stay in Hell for one single post, in which the Devil gives you some sort of mission.

[Scatty]

Just so you know, I am also making an account.

 

Name: Brinn Katch

Age: 15

[spoiler=Description]Longish brown hair, pitch-black eyes, tanned skin. Average in size, weight and height, Brinn has a mediocre (from the Angel point of view) strength, but has slightly greater endurance to fatigue, a substantially higher endurance to falling, and an extremely higher endurance to low temperatures when compared to his fellow Angels. He is also smarter, and does not posses any vital organs, as his brain, whilst completely removed, can still grow back. All these are caused by his trial abilities.

 

How you became an Angel: Rescued by the Angel ranger Copernicus.

[spoiler=Bio][spoiler=Before]Brinn was never considered what people might call a "good boy". Very violent and obsessed with money, he entered a drug business when he was 14, selling crack to poor people that would still give up their homes/caravans for a smoke or two. He was advantaged by his uncanny strength and great accuracy with guns, actually entering the business after a dealer lured him, at which point Brinn incapacitated him with two swift blows in front of his colleagues. One day 6 months ago, he was planning an exchange of crack with a gang, when the gang leader broke the deal and attacked him. Brinn killed the gang leader, but was left open to attacks. Suddenly, a dagger hit his heart, but strangely, Brinn didn't feel a thing, Suddenly, Brinn felt a force pushing him downwards, but at that time all gang members were squashed to the asphalt, with their teeth cracked.

[spoiler=After]The pressure became pretty difficult to witstand for Brinn, but all others were already dead and bidimensional.

"Don't I deserve a thank you?" A Man was floating down to Brin, that felt scared.

"Who are you?"

"I am Copernicus."

"Wait...THAT Copernicus?"

"You got that right! And an Angel as well."

"Crap, God, Heaven and Angels...all are crap."

"Yet, I'm here. But indeed, I agree and support the idea that all people that are not Angels or never saw an Angel must be atheists. It makes total sense."

"So...how did you save me...and why?"

"WEPI, or Dark Matter. It is invisible and heatless, but enhances gravitation a lot. Controlling it is my trial ability. And I save you simply because my second trial ability is to instantly detect people's IQ's, and yours seems irrationally high, to make an oxymoron."

"What is a trial..."(beamed) When Brinn returned, Copernicus trained him, learned him to use 3 inner voices (now he can think 4 things at the same time), and Brinn turned evil out of sheer genius boredom (Death Note ripoff) and killed Copernicus. He now helps demons.

 

 

Trial abilities: 1. Carbon Coated bones

2. Regenerable brain tissue

Inner voice: yes

Job: student, jumped directly to year 12.

Affiliation: demon helper

[Flaring Rose]

bump

[CarlinFan]

OOC: Hope this wasn't too long; had it lying around from my old RP 820 app and decided to re-use it as my first post.

 

Christopher stepped into the hallway, a black duffel bag hanging from his right shoulder. He paced to the end, opening the door to the stairway and carefully closing the door behind him before breaking into a sprint.

 

Two stories to the top floor. Christopher's mind was racing, tactical risks being assessed and various approaches considered. He sharpened his senses momentarily, one of the many abilities being an Angel granted him. He heard the heartbeats of two guards outside the staircase... a third by the window and a fourth at the opposite end of the hallway. Easy enough.

 

Christopher slammed the stairwell door open, stunning one of the guards as he drew a combat knife and sliced through the tendons in the other's right arm in one fluid motion. Before the other guards had a chance to react, Christopher buried his knife in the second guard's skull and drew a silenced Sig Sauer P229, executing a literally perfect double-tap on the window guard. As the surviving door guard regained his bearings, Christopher kicked through the door, snapping it in half and allowing him to pull his knife from the other guard's head and impale the first guard through the heart. As the fourth guard reached to draw his sidearm, Christopher fired three rounds into his forehead.

 

The entire exchange had taken approximately 0.483 seconds. The second guard's body thudded to the floor, crimson blood pooling on the drab gray carpet.

 

Christopher holstered the gun and sheathed the knife, setting the duffel on the ground and unzipping it. From the bag, Christopher removed the barrel, scope, and firing apparatus of an M39 EMR sniper rifle. Christopher swiftly assembled the rifle, screwing the barrel into place and snapping the scope onto the top of the firing apparatus.

 

Christopher stepped back two paces, distancing himself from the window by about two feet. He knelt, drawing in a deep breath before peering through the scope.

 

Across the street was the UN building. Christopher had been hired to eliminate the Chinese ambassador, who had ties to the Triad. The Yakuza had offered good money, and Christopher loved killing scumbags like Bai Dazhong almost as much as he enjoyed demon hunting.

 

Christopher lined up a shot on the ambassador, who was just emerging through the doorway. Reaching out with his mind, Christopher seized Dazhong in a telekinetic vise. He could only hold the grip for a few seconds at this distance, but that was enough.

 

Christopher's finger contracted once. A 7.92 Kurz FMJ round flew from the scope to its destination, Dazhong's right temple.

The Chinese ambassador crumpled to the ground. Christopher exhaled smoothly, grinning. That was $10,000,000 more towards his 'hobby'. He hoped the demons were watching. Targets could be so stupid when they were afraid.