Can an Exile really love an Angel? (P)

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  • Created by the Sole, a force of angels higher than any to exist; Violet Eden has powers no Angel ranked lower than the Sole could muster up. She is a weapon, to be used to destroy the dark exiles race that threatens to kill all angels. Exiles are fallen angels, sent to earth for an unspeakable act they committed as a light Angel. Thus, they are dark, seeking revenge on all light angels. Violet, however, was created as light and dark, holding powers from both sides. As part of light, she holds powers of nature and spirit animals, able to manipulate wind, earth, water and fire, as well as conceal her identity and become an animal of nature. As part of dark, she is able to inflict physical pain and control emotions, giving them to someone, or taking them away and feeling them herself into help. But what makes her so powerful, is the fact she is able to hold an exile as well as an angel in her power, and strip them of their title, restricting them to being just a plain human. Humans are a disgusted race to exiles, and hated among angels.


    Violet is being held by the light angels who have planned to become exiles and use her to their advantage when taking down the angels once they've changed. Special bracelet-like bands on her wrists restrict her from using her powers to protect herself, and she has no idea what to do.....this is where your character comes in


    You character is an Exile. But he is there to protect Violet once he realizes they could possibly be soulmates. They feel connected as one and simply broken when they are apart, but them being together is against all laws of angels and exiles, it is forbidden. He takes Violet somewhere safe and has to teach her to fight, since the band's on her wrists won't come off unless the ancient scrip used to conceal her power, is destroyed. He must help her survive, but decide if them being together is worth the anger of all angels, exiles and the Sole. We can go into further depth with this if we get that far.


    Violet's description



    If you're interested in playing the male exile character, make a short form with his name and describe his personality, powers, looks, etc. Then we'll go from there. Before anything, i ask that you are able to at least write 1-2 paragraphs per post with proper grammar c:

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    Bryce Dane Altham


    ❝Tonight we shall be Victorious❞


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    [size=16pt]THE BASICS[/size]


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    Nickname(s);; Doesn't have any


    Gender;; Male


    Age;;
    Around the age of 23


    Date of Birth;; September 11


    Sexuality;; Heterosexual


    Species;; Angel/Fallen


    Power(s);; Can manipulate fire and anything consisting of darkness.


    Alliance;; Truly holds no alliance though he does hold a high rank in the demonic forces.[/fancypost]


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    Height;; 7'8


    Weight;; 150.6ibs


    Hair Color;; Black


    Eye Color;; Crystal blue


    Body Modifications;; Piercings and tattoos on his arms and back[/fancypost]



    [size=16pt]DIGGING DEEPER[/size]


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    Written Description;; At a height of 7'8 and weighing in at 150.6ibs Bryce can easily be seen as a force to be reckoned with. With large biceps and a muscular build most can tell that this man is mostly all muscle and no fat. With silky black hair and crystal clear blue eyes with a angled face he in fact is quite the looker, let's not even mention how many women coo over this mountain of muscle. He has two piercings in each of his ears while small intricate swirls adorn his arms and go over his shoulder to decorate his back what others would call tribal tattoos. There is no color just black as for his wings the only indication that they might be there is long slashes down his back starting from his shoulder blades and stopping just underneath.


    Personality;; Bryce isn't exactly the nicest guy you'll come across, he's stern and a little closed off and to add to it, he's bitter. He has this attitude where he doesn't care about others, in fact most would label him as unfeeling for he shows no emotions except for anger and irritation. He shows no pity nor does he tolerate stupidity, he is straight forward and will not beat around the bush especially if the situation is dire. One thing you must know about him is that he loves challenges, if a challenge is portrayed to him he will not give up but in fact break down that challenge carefully but ruthlessly. He shows no pity, no remorse, he is a being who processes no feelings except for the need for revenge. That need burns deep inside him and that could possibly be the only thing that keeps him going, he never one to back down and will continue on fighting until it's the last thing that he does/accomplishes.


    History;;
    He was never born a Angel in fact most Angels are born as humans and later on born into Angels once they die only few are chosen and these are the souls that have been tortured and abused. Bryce never lived a happy childhood, his father was a Demon while his mother was a Dark Witch. His father was ruthless towards the young boy and trained him to become a killer. Eventually his own father killed him and he was soon after reincarnated into a Angel. He showed great promise and was raised to a higher rank, a General. But this did not last long. A Angel by the name called Abram was jealous and soon began taunting him, he held no patience and so he murdered the other Angel and was soon cast down to Earth for this treason. For years he has planned his revenge upon the holy, for those that had cursed him into this wretched world. And now he may be a step closer with this new artificial weapon that his soldiers had captured.


    Kin;; None


    Likes;;
    • Alcohol
    • Smoking/cigarettes
    • Fighting
    • Torture
    • Reading occasionally


    Dislikes;;
    • Loud people/noises
    • Stupidity
    • Lousy alcohol
    • Humans
    • Holy Angels


    Talents;;
    • Manipulator of fire
    • Manipulator of darkness/shadows
    • Mess with people's minds
    • Conjure up things
    • Cause insanity
    • Kill someone easily with a snap of his fingers


    Strengths;;
    • Ruthless
    • Swords/fighting
    • Manipulative
    • Torture


    Weakness;;
    • Calming down
    • Dealing with idiots
    • Showing emotions
    • Team player
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    [font=georgia][size=16pt]LOVE LIFE[/size]


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    Turn ons;;
    • Kissing his neck
    • Messing with his hair
    • Bites to the neck
    • Fiery attitude
    • Massages
    • Dominance


    Turn offs;;
    • Submissive
    • High pitched voices
    • Whiny
    • Clingy
    • Too short
    • Indecisiveness


    Crush;;
    May develop


    Boyfriend/Girlfriend;; None


    Spouse;; N/A[/fancypost]



    [font=georgia][size=16pt]ABOUT THE ROLEPLAYER[/size]


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    Username;; Noctum


    Screen-Name;; [color=peachpuff]Noctum


    Activity Level;; [color=peachpuff]8/10


    Muse Level;; [color=peachpuff]7/10


    Other;;
    [color=peachpuff]Wings

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  • Awesome, I'll start


    A petite-formed girl stood writhing in anger, her arms jerking foreword as she tried to break free of the hold a large Light Angel had on her. Her body was nearly bare, masked by nothing but a thin sodden sheet to keep her front covered from view. Though being partially covered, her full backside was exposed, for the reason of many observers wanting to see the unique tattoo-like markings on her back. They were outlined in black in the distinct shape of wings, sitting perfectly symmetrical on each side of her spine. Her long inky hair cascaded down shoulders, giving more coverage to the thin sheet that was needed to calm harsh and creepy stares she received from the met before her.


    A searing pain boiled at her core, a result of her powers begging to be free to protect it's host. The markings on her back glowed a hue of gold, but quickly faded back to ebony as the silver bands on her wrists restricted her powers of their use. It wasn't the simple fact that the metal held a weakness over Angels, it was the intricate markings that were engraved into it that showed it held a spell only an Angel or Exile of witchery could muster up. With her head held down, she quickly took notice of the man standing a bit too close to her; within striking distance actually. Gritting her teeth, she swung her head back and clenched her eyes shut as her skull connected with the man's nose behind her.


    Grunting in pain, the Angel stumbled back, holding his nose in one hand to collect the blood that seeped from the new wound. Angels, Exiles, and the higher-ups got injured just like humans did, they just have significant healing abilities that give them the ability to heal at a much faster rate. With a breath, she gave a sly smirk to the three men in front of her, not paying attention to the one she had just injured. He came beside her at lightening speed and cocked his arm back. It wasn't a second later that his fist connected with her cheekbone and she was left with a nice bruise that failed to heal as her powers couldn't be released. Being steadied once again by the same man from behind, an oddly slim figure came into view of her jade gaze. He didn't have a thick and muscled build like the other men, this man was lanky and held great height to him. Dressed in a grey suit, thick brimmed glassed, and a briefcase in hand, he gave the girl a grin only a mad-man could muster up.


    Placing the briefcase down, he walked up to her, his black hair sleeked back to accentuate his bony features. Placing a skeleton-like hand on her chin, he forced her too meet his gaze "Ah, Violet Eden." he paused to give her an unwanted peck on the cheek "You will prove to be a great asset to the Light Angels against the war with the putrid Exiles" he told her with the same smile he held whilst walking in to see her

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 399px; height: 170px; overflow: auto; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Bryce lit a cigarette while men around him shifted the guns in their hands around to a more adjustable position, the male flickered his eyelids down and let loose a sigh before he flicked the cigarette away. His flaming wings spanned out behind him to cause smoke to drift up towards the sky in small wisps, he pulled out a gun for himself and cocked it while a malicious grin slowly made its way onto his angled face. He kicked the door open leading into a building where the previous merchandise had been spotted on. His icy gaze locked onto the small group whom stood in there center of the building examining the small girl that he had planned to take from them. He blew a stream of smoke out of his nostrils and walked towards the Angels, the very beings that he despised. A constant stream of men followed after the large mass of muscular man that demanded respect without even ordering for it, he was easily classified as one to intimidate without winking a eye or attempting at doing so. He rested the shotgun against his shoulder while his eyes flickered between the Angels and the girl that was planning to take.
    "Well well well, what do we have here? A meeting perhaps? Maybe even a drug dealing? No that can't be right after all you have such a lovely young lady here who seems to be quite pissed off so...I don't think she'll mind if I just grab her and get the hėll out of here now would you darling."


    A teasing grin was sent her way though he quickly looked back at the Angels that had their hands securely wrapped around her arms, a low tsk escaped his mouth as he took in the revealing attire that she currently possessed. This certainly would not do, he was a cruel sick båstard but he still treated his prey better than these idiots. He cracked his neck and gracefully walked towards the group until he was next to the man that had been messing with the girl. He rested his elbow on the mans shoulder, he slowly took out a cigarette and lit it, he took a large drag out of it and blew the smoke in the mans face. A malicious grin remained on his face while the cigarette dangled out of the corner of his mouth. Yes, this was going to be quite fun indeed.[/fancypost]


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  • A loud crack of wood revealed to be a group of men breaking in to interrupt the Angel's meeting. All four men, plus the lanky one that stood in front of Violet whipped around to see numerous Exiles confronting them in their grounds. Lifting her head to see who was so daring to go and taunt the man holding her, she caught his grin. A shiver of fear ran throughout her body, her jaw tightening as he neared and rested his elbow on the man's shoulder. Oh you've got it in for yourself she thought bitterly.


    Just by looking at this mysterious man, she could easily tell he was one of the fallen. He held a dark and malicious presence to him, not just by appearance, but by attitude. All Exiles were overly-confident in their actions, and this one was no different. Violet especially disliked them as of course they all committed unspeakable acts to deem them no longer of the Light.


    It was only when the large man holding her let go of her that she regained her conscious and aware self. He and the other Angels turned to fight the Exiles, their blades already in hand and swinging towards the first body they could get to. Unlike the Exiles, Angels weren't one for modernized weaponry, they stuck to angelic blades and swords to do the trick, which was quite effective at times. Amidst the fighting, Violet shuffled away, hoping to become invisible at that moment so she could possibly slip out. She couldn't fight, but she could sure as hell run, and that's exactly what she did after slipping past the group of fighters.


    Bare feet smacked against the hard concrete floor of the worn-down warehouse she was held in, her soles burning as pieces of broken glass and scraps tore at her skin. Puffing out breaths, she took a sharp right at the end of the long pathway, her hand shakily working to open the door before her, while the other held the sheet firmly around her . It took her a few seconds, but her restless fingers grasped the knob and she swung the slab of wood open. She quickly took in the surroundings of the room, the faint memory of her falling unconscious in here pulsed in her mind. The white walls that used to be were stained with who-knows-what, and the floor was just the same. What caught her attention was a pile of clothes in the center of the room, the reminiscence of her being stripped down haunted her brain.


    Looking around quickly, she slammed the door shut and propped an aged wooden chair against the knob, angled at the floor to keep it steady. Scrambling to her clothes, she dropped the dainty sheet and pulled on her undergarments, suddenly feeling much less uncomfortable with the scraps of black fabric covering the private parts of her body. Taking a few breaths to calm down, she then grabbed her faded blue skinny jeans and a black hoodie that she had on the night before when she was snatched up. As a high ranking Angel, Violet was usually always dressed in the finer attire because she had an image to keep. The funny thing was that she hated wearing all those clothes, she was simply happy in jeans and a shirt, as she wore when going out alone for a walk that night. It wasn't a coincidence that she was taken the night she was all alone, it was planned out like expected.


    Cursing under her breath as her adrenaline started to fade and the pain swarmed back into her body. Pulling the jeans over her bloodied feet was a struggle, but they made it over and were now plastered onto her long legs. Without an undershirt on, she was forced to pull the sweatshirt over her bra, though she wasn't going to complain at a time like this. She was just hoping that the Exile leading the group hadn't noticed her absence during the fight and she was safe in this room for the time being.

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 399px; height: 170px; overflow: auto; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt;][justify]With a irritated huff he flicked his hand towards the direction the girl ran off to, signaling one of his men to follow and seize the girl, he turned his attention back towards the Angels with a annoyed glint in his blue eyes, a snarl was evident on his lips as he aimed the shotgun and a pistol at the group. A low chuckle vibrated in his throat as he readied himself for the surge to come, oh yes, this was going to fun. He shifted into a more comfortable position to point his guns at the group, with another chuckle he pulled the triggers on the guns, signaling his men to fire as well. Angels could be seen as immortal but if you put enough bullets or wounds on them they'll eventually go down but the rank is also a major helper, the older a Angel the more experience and life span they have, half of these guys had to be newly reincarnated Angels though the old croon had to be pretty old, he most certainly would be the toughest. Of course when he ran out of ammo he had another weapon, his blade when he was a Angel. Of course he still had it except it was different, it was tainted and resembled his wings, when in its wielders hand it burst into flames to scorch its victim. This was also due to his abilities but that would have to be spoken of during a different time, right now he was more focused on killing these Angels that were in his path.


    The man that Bryce had sent to capture the girl was close on her tracks though he hid himself well. He waited outside of the room she had snuck into, even though Fallen were evil beings some were in fact not like what they had been portrayed to be, his Leader though was a entirely different story. He was bipolar, one moment he could be nice and the next your neck is in his hands. Though this soldier had to admit that his Leader had morals and treated most with respect. When situations consisted of women he treated them fairly more so than men, possibly it could be from something from his past but the guy rarely ever did speak about his past. With a shake of his head the soldier politely knocked on the door before entering, he gazed at the girl to now see her fully dressed but his eyes easily caught her bloodied feet. He looked up at her face after inspecting her feet and allowed a gentle smile to show on his face.
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  • Without hesitation, the older, lankier Angel of the group fled the scene right when he got the chance. Like hell he was going to fight a few self-righteous Exiles take control of his prize and kill him. He had the scripture that bound the cuffs on Violet's wrists and he wasn't about to let that go either. Even though he seemed like an easy man to take down, he wasn't in the slightest. He went by the name Onyx, known by many Light Angels and Exiles alike in this time and generations before. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, he let his immaculate ivory wings sprout out through his grey suite, tearing the coat to shreds in a quick second. Taking a quick glance back at the warehouse, Onyx simply smirked and took off into the dark, star-ridden sky.


    Trying to compose herself, Violet failed when she heard a firm knock at the door, followed by it creaking open. Who was on the other side? Of course it had to be one of the Exiles brought here to take her. When he entered, she caught his gaze land at her feet, which brought her subconsciously backing away into one of the corners. Something was off about him; he was...smiling? This came as a surprise since she had never seen a genuine smile touch the stone face of an exile before. When he furthered his gaze and spoke about the wounds on her feet, she shook her head slightly. Frowning for a moment, she realized that help wasn't exactly a bad thing at the moment. She couldn't heal herself first off, and second, there was no way she was getting past this man anyways if she tried. With a surrendering sigh, she looked back to him with blank jade green eyes "Might as well. Can't have me all bloody if you're going to use me as your weapon" she muttered, pushing a lock of curly black hair from her face. At this point, it was her only option to give into the Exiles, since she was as useless as a human with the cuffs on her wrists

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 399px; height: 170px; overflow: auto; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt;][justify]A slight frown reached the mans lips at her words, so she knew why they had come after all...what a shame. With a quiet sigh he made his way over towards her and bent down to further inspect her injured feet, they actually weren't that bad but they weren't that good either. He pulled cleaning supplies out of his pants pockets as well as a roll of bandages and set them aside. He gently pushed her into a nearby seat and grabbed her right leg with gentle hands, he quickly cleaned both of her cut feet and wrapped the bandages around them to stop the bleeding as well as make it more comfortable for her to walk. He stuffed everything back into pockets and stood up to inspect her clothes. They probably weren't very comfortable plus the clothes didn't do a very good job at hiding her, he hummed softly and held his hand out for her to grab.
    "Business should be taken care of by now, let's go and meet the boss now yeah?"


    Bryce threw his guns aside and looked at the dead men that scattered the ground, his lips scrunched up in scorn though his attention was quickly diverted to where the old man had escaped. He was too busy taking care of the Angels that he couldn't chase after the old fart, he shook his head slightly and looked back at the Fallen that followed him, most were there because well they had no where else to go but the selective few in this crowd actually followed him because they trusted and looked up to him, they looked for guidance and believe it or not he was like a father to many. He had his ruthless sides everyone does but he also had his caring secret sides. Many hadn't seen this side of him but a couple had, he hated being seen as weak and soft he felt that emotions made someone a weakling that relied on others but maybe that was just because all of his feelings had been stripped of him when he was exiled. That was the gift of being casted away, the Angels thought it would be funny to strip him of his emotions and turn him into a ruthless beast that could never harbor feelings for another being. But in reality their joke turned back against them.
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  • (Sorry for any mistakes, i was super distracted typing this out XD )


    Violet watched the man with careful and very observant eyes, her gaze following his every move as he worked to clean the wounds on the soles of her feet. She could instantly feel some relief of pain as pieces of glass were removed from the spots of skin they had been dug into. Looking at the blood as it was cleaned off, she bit the inside of her cheek in slight disgust. She wasn't squeamish about seeing the crimson liquid, but it wasn't a preferred sight to see either. When he wrapped bandages around her feet, she gave him the faintest of a grateful smile, taking his hand to stand. Quickly gaining her senses again, she glanced down at her hand and pulled it away from his.


    Putting weight on her feet again, the pain wasn't as intense as before, but it still stung like a b*tch. Once she heard his speak again, she snapped her head up at the mention of his boss. This boss upon first glance, didn't seem as friendly as the Exile before her. "It wouldn't benefit me if i ran would it? Your boss doesn't seem as humane as you coming in guns blazing" she asked him, her tone harsh but noticeably fearful

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 399px; height: 170px; overflow: auto; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt;][justify]The man slightly glared at the young girl, he didn't like how she talked about his boss nor did he appreciate it. A flash of anger glinted in his green eyes as he sharply turned towards her and gripped get shoulders in a firm but gentle grip.
    "Now listen here lass, don't you go down talking my boss, don't judge him by how he portrays himself to be you don't even know him so give the lad a chance before you make up your mind about 'im. In fact you should be glad he's taking you under his wing besides those Angels, he may be a Fallen but he'll treat you good unlike them."


    With a dip of his head he stepped away from her, he still wasn't pleased about what she had said but he wasn't one to hold grudges so after giving her a talking he quickly let it go. He glanced over at her and gently placed her arm around his so he could easily maneuver her around the glass and also to hurry up the process. He glanced down at her once more as if asking if she was ready to meet the big man, where she would fully close her fate with this man that she did not know.


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  • Violet tensed up when he grabbed her by the shoulders to confront her about the comment she had just made. Hearing what he had said, she clenched her jaw to the point it was visibly twitching because of the force she was putting down on it. She didn't care if he was offended by what she said, why should she? Moving away from him, she denied his help to walk across the glass-ridden floor, pulling her arms tightly to her sides. She shuffled around the shards, her gaze down once more before she spoke again, a certain urgency and anger in her tone this time as she yearned to run "I should be glad?" she scoffed, throwing a glare his way "He's no better than the Angels, you're just using me as your weapon to kill!" she snapped, halting as Bryce came into view.


    The look of him shook her to the bone, a visible shiver flowing down the visible parts of her arms where the sleeves of her sweatshirt were pushed up. Her porcelain skin held small goosebumps on them for a brief few seconds before she composed herself. She pushed a few locks of inky black hair from her face and stared right at Bryce, her dark gaze held more than unkempt rage in the pools of vibrant green with soft flecks of gold shimmering in the darkened hues. Violet gave him a look of refusal, planting her feet firmly on the ground, per say. "I'm not willingly going with you" she said quickly, glancing around at the other men that surrounded Bryce. She knew she was going to be taken once again, but that didn't mean she was giving up all her fight

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 399px; height: 170px; overflow: auto; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt;][justify]The man shook his head and followed after the girl though he kept close in case she decided to make a dash for it, he glanced between Bryce and the girl with worry evident in his green eyes, she would surely get murdered with this amount of back talking coming out of her mouth.


    Bryce looked down at the girl with a smug look upon his own face, he walked towards her and bent down enough to where his face was in front of hers, he cocked his head slightly in interest as his dilated blue eyes took in her form. He lifted up the sleeve on the sweatshirt she was wearing and let out a scoff, was this really how Angels treated others? He lifted his gaze to look her in the eyes, curiosity could clearly be seen in his icy orbs.
    "I understand that and I want you to know that I love a good challenge. But still, I'd very much appreciate it if you came along willingly after all you'll be doing something for the greater good of things."


    He still looked her in eyes while his minty breath brushed across her face, not even a hint of smoke could be detected on his breath. His fingers twitched slightly for some reason he wanted to run his fingers through those black locks but he had self control and held back from doing such a action. His eyes flickered to different features on her face though they quickly flashed down to her hands, he tilted his head slightly in curiosity, of course they would do something like this. A low tsk escaped his mouth as he fingered the bands, of course, inscriptions. This was going to be harder than he had thought.
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  • Violet watched Bryce with an intense gaze as he neared her, looking her over like he had won a prize. Though technically so he did in favor of the Exiles, seeing as she would be used against the Angels in their obvious advantage in the war. As he observed the bands on her wrists, the inscriptions to be exact, she jerked her hands away. Looking up at him, she took in his sly gaze with the blankness of her own, his azure orbs catching her own in a moment of captivation. He's quite a handsome one...all Exiles are good looking in their own way but this one is different she thought subconsciously to herself.


    Distracted green eyes flowed over the visibly attracting parts of Bryce, mainly focusing on his tones biceps. Her fingers twitched slightly with the urge to run her hands over the hard muscles, her thoughts easily could be mistaken for a lady looking for a good time. When realization hit her finally, she hastily broke her gaze from him and made her best effort to look past him, though he was practically like a large building blocking her view. Shoving her hands in the large single pocket of the hoodie, a smirk played on the corners of her mouth as she remembered what he had said before she got caught up "Greater good huh? For you and your Fallen maybe!." she spat, lifting her gaze to meet his now. "A challenge it is then"

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 399px; height: 170px; overflow: auto; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Bryce crouched there for a few minutes as his eyes took in every aspect of her and her body, he had to admit that she was quite good on the eyes. He released a low hum and bent down even further to trail a few fingers over her feet where the skin was available. Of course she had gotten injured...stupid Angels. He flicked his orbs upwards to look at Violet, ah yes that was her name now he remembered, why did he have to be gifted with such a horrendous mind. His eyes narrowed slightly at her statement so he stood up to his full height and gazed down at her with false amusement dashing in his cold orbs.
    "Precisely, just be glad they didn't take you. I actually take care of my packages besides them."


    He jerked his head towards the bodies of the Angels that lay not far from them though his eyes remained on her. Suddenly a smirk made its way onto his stony at hearing her proposition. Well I do a love a good challenge but this one shall be easy, he shook his head slightly and without warning scooped Violet up in his toned arms. He placed her over his shoulder and wrapped one of his hands around her legs to keep her from possibly kicking him in the face. He paced towards the jeep that had decided to pull up at that exact moment, more shuffling of feet could be heard as some men followed him but a few went in the opposite direction to clean up the mess they had created. With ease Bryce stepped onto the bars hanging just below the doors and squeezed himself as well as Violet into the back seat. He closed the door behind him and turned his gaze towards Violet, another hum rumbled in his throat as he thought. Right now he really wanted to pull her into his lap and taste that soft skin of hers, he slowly looked away to control his thoughts. He really needed to calm down or better yet get laid after all Fallen also got sexually frustrated like humans. He clenched his hands into fist though he remained still, it may seem that he was watching Violet but he was in the corner of his vision, he could tell that she was going to be a hassle in the next few days.
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  • Now skittish eyes shone over Bryce as he crouched down and grazed his fingers across the exposed skin of her feet, probably observing her injuries. The small cuts on her feet did hurt, but she wasn't going to give any of the Fallen the satisfaction of seeing her complain. When he was finished with his trailing hands on her, she shuffled back slightly when he stood to his full height. Tilting her head slightly to look him in the eyes, Violet could see the constant coldness that held their ground in the pools of crystalline blue. He was quite unnerving, but showing weakness before them wasn't an option for her. When he spoke of taking care of his packages, she let out a short chuckle of contempt "To be frank, they already got their sleazy hands on me. Too much so for my liking" she replied with an unseen shiver. She hated the fact that they so easily got a hold on her and so savagely tore at her clothes to expose the markings on her pale skin.


    Before she got to splaying another insult at him, he got close and with ease, swung her over his shoulder. She let out a startled gasp as this happened and she took note of how he held her legs securely, probably to avoid a nice kick to the face. Left staring at his back, she took a breath in, smelling the distinct odor of cigarette smoke. She didn't mind the smell since she was so used to the more pungent cigar smoke that always seemed to make its way to her room when her "guards" were in the house. She hates having guards, but they were necessary to avoid situations exact to this one.


    Hearing the abrupt click of what sounded like a car door, her suspicion was proved to be right when Bryce shoved her inside. He closed the door a moment later with himself in the back as well, his intense gaze still on her. She scooted as far away as she could, until her back was touching the cool glass of the opposite door. Her efforts to keep as much room between her and Bryce were seen as a slight failure as there wasn't enough room to separate their two bodies enough. Turning herself to face the seat in front of her, she shoved her legs down from the seat and placed them delicately on the floor.


    With herself calm for one moment, she took the opportunity to glance at herself through the rear view mirror. To her horror, her usually softly-placed hair was practically a rat's nest and her face had streaks of dust on them, as well as a nice bruise below her eye. It was placed just on her cheekbone from when the brutish Light Angel punched her, granted she gave him a reason to though. "Will i at lease get the opportunity to clean up?" she asked aloud, still looking at herself

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 399px; height: 170px; overflow: auto; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt;][justify]He sat there silently popping his knuckles every once in a while to keep himself for doing something rash and idiotic. He slowly shifted his head in her direction as she examined herself in the rear view mirror. For some reason he was infuriated when she made a simple comment about those...scum bags that had touched her in such a manner. He was one of the bad fellows but he still had morals, he still treated people with the respect that they deserved. He blinked a few times then slowly looked out the window with a flash of anger radiating in his eyes.
    "I'm not entirely a monster Violet so yes, you'll be able to clean up and be treated like a guest at my house."


    He let out a soft sigh as his eyebrows furrowed slightly in frustration, he knew his kind were down talked but Violet also had to realize that the light Angels also weren't as nice as they portrayed themselves to be, in fact they were back stabbing conniving åssholes that took what they wanted. He ground his teeth slightly and looked back at Violet with his eyebrows still furrowed, his face now held a slightly lost maybe even hurt expression unlike his usual stony nonemotional face. What was happening to him? He wanted to snap out of this scenario and get as far away as possible, he hated being reminded of having emotions since they had been stripped of him. Now all of the sudden he cared about this...this girl who meant absolutely nothing to him and probably never would not that he wanted to because he absolutely did not. He flicked his head away to gaze out of the window to watch the scenery flash by, he lived deep in the woods in a large mansion where every Exile ever created lived at. It was convenient plus they all worked for him after all, he was the first born Exile and he was centuries old that was also part of his curse by the Angels, he was to be immortal so he could live every part of his life filled with hated, anger and most of all to not feel anything or to love someone. At first he found joy in that aspect but now...he was second guessing the curse that had been laid down upon him.
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  • Violet frowned in the slightest when he mentioned she would be treated as a guest in his home. Guest! Ha, that's funny. she thought to herself, but nothing appeared on her featured that would support she was amused. Breaking her gaze from the rear view mirror, she subconsciously touched the bands on her wrists. She was subtly memorized by the radiant shine they gave off, let alone the partially glowing inscriptions that had much to show. But alas they weren't something to be captivated by, it was a curse keeping her from using her powers. She yearned to let the calming powers take over her body as they usually did, healing her and giving her strength. Without that damn scripture, these things aren't coming off! she yelled bitterly in her head, her jaw tightening in frustration. Shaking her head the slightest, she looked to Bryce after remembering what else he had said with his reply.


    "Maybe you have some humility to you, but I still refuse to cooperate seeing as your humbleness will he quickly absorbed by your sanctimonious actions when you take my powers to kill thousands." she muttered quietly. Violet knew she was being slightly unreasonable and selfish in a way as he was treating her significantly better than the light Angels had. Letting out a soft sigh, she brought her jade-colored orbs to the window as they neared the mansion set as the destination. Her eyes widened as she took to memory that the Exiles shared this large mansion as a adjoining home for them all. A shudder shook her petite frame, so many of them would be here, she could sense them already. The overpowering presence of numerous Exiles bombarded her mind to the point she was unable to shake the feeling that she may die here.


    Lost for words, she whipped her scared gaze to Bryce, placing her hands over her eyes for a second to take a deep breath. After a few needed breaths, she moved her hands and bit her lip "Y-you never told me your name" she said softly, looking back to the mansion as it came more into view

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 399px; height: 170px; overflow: auto; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Bryce leaned his cheek against his fist as his eyelids drifted down to cover his orbs, his ears easily caught onto noises that most wouldn't be able to detect but some of it could be annoying like when rocks keep hitting the car from underneath. He slowly lifted his eyelids to gaze at Violet when he heard her shift, he could easily detect the frightened aura that emitted from her. Of course she would be scared, they always made accusations but he also knew why, most Exiles weren't exactly nice due to all of the hatred built up in them. He scooted towards her to where his legs were firmly placed against hers, he gulped slightly in nervousness as he wrapped his arms around her small form and brought her snug against his broad chest as he nestled his chin in the curve on her neck. He exhaled loudly through his nostrils as he once again closed his eyes to quietly relish the warmth emitting from her.
    "I go by Bryce and...you don't have to be frightened, I won't let anyone harm you again."


    His hands slowly drifted up to her back to slowly rub small circles in hopes of comforting her, it wasn't him trying to be a pervert or to sexually touch her he just wanted to calm her down or to comfort her, he didn't exactly know what to do but one of the Exiles that wasn't like what our species had been seen as was in fact quite the opposite. He had a relationship with a human, the guy always talked about the chick and how when she was upset he could comfort her with a simple back rub and comforting words. Secretly he hoped this would help even if it was a small gesture.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt;][hr][justify]She hadn't even heard him scoot near her and she was only aware of his closeness when his leg was pressed against hers. From how closely she was to the car door and now Bryce right next to her, she stiffened with slight discomfort when she knew there was nowhere to go. It came to a great surprise when he encased her in his embrace to where she was leaning against his chest. She felt his breath on her skin, causing goosebumps to raise lightly on the surface of her neck.


    With all that seemed off about this situation and the thoughts flowing through her mind, trying to make sense of this obscure gesture, Violet let out a defeated sigh. As if on que to her sudden relaxed state, she melted into Bryce's embrace, letting the steady beat of his heart calm her until hers thumped in the same rhythm. She felt his hand move softly on her back, moving in steady circles as if to soothe a weeping soul. Any other time, she would be extremely distant from any man, let alone an Exile, but something about him made her slightly drawn. It could just possibly be the situation she was in and the trauma of being kidnapped and stripped against her will, but she didn't care. At this moment, the only thing that mattered was this morsel of comfort she was getting.


    Hearing his voice close to her ear, she finally learned the name of her new captor, Bryce. Quick realization flashed in her muffled and distracted mind, his name causing loud alarm bells to ring distinctly. She had heard of the name, as well as many Angels before her...but this couldn't possibly be the General leading the Exiles, could it? No, there was no possible way this was him. No supposed General, enemy to all light Angels would treat her in such a protective and secure manor. Letting that irrational thought leave her mind, she let fuzzy feeling of comfort take control of her once more before speaking. "Empty promises, Bryce" she said quietly, referring to when he said he wouldn't let anyone hurt her.


    As the abrupt noise of car doors slamming, she snapped out of her trance and felt the cool rush of air touch her skin with an unwanted chill. She saw one of the Exiles at the opening of her door, waiting expectantly for her to exit. Shuffling away from Bryce, she scooted to the edge of the seat and swung her legs free from their entrapment. Stepping down onto the asphalt of the driveway, Violet glanced around warily, taking in new surroundings. [/fancypost]
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