The war between light and dark (PAFP/Guy needed/Semi-adv to adv)

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    Created by the Sole, a force of angels higher than any to exist; Violet Eden has powers no Angel or Exile ranked lower than the Sole could muster up. She is a weapon, to be used to destroy the Light Angel race that threatens to kill all Exiles. 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 as well as Angels, and hated among angels.


    Violet is an Exile, being held by Light Angels so they can use her powers in the ongoing war between her race and theirs. Exiles and Light Angels are battling to destroy each other, and Violet has been chosen to be the one to kill her new found race of Exiles. 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 a Light Angel. But he is there to protect Violet after he realizes they could possibly be soulmates (As a newborn exile, she has an automatic hateful and harsh personality, so it should take them a while to warm up to each other). 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 her rage-filled instincts, which were brought on when she was exiled. 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 Adira Eden


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    [color=black][font=times new roman]If you're interested in playing the male Light Angel character, make a short form with his name and describe his personality, powers, looks, etc (His power is your choice, use any one you want.) Then we'll go from there. Before anything, i ask that you are active and able to at least write 1-2 paragraphs per post with proper grammar. Also, bear with me because this may be a slow start, just wait and it should turn out to be interesting. c:

    No, you can just create a simple form stating the basics. If you'd prefer, I can provide the code for the form I used to fill out my character's form. It's up to you c:

    Here you go

    I'ma use my own to show off my fancy post skills!! *Cracks knuckles.*





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    I have none. :C

    : I'll start. I already had this typed out a bit ago XD the setting is in an abandoned manufacturing warehouse



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    Female -- 20 -- Exile -- Created by the Sole --Holds powers of the Light, Dark, and the Sole


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt;][hr][justify]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 and Exiles, 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 steel 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 you and your putrid Exiles" he told her with the same smile he held whilst walking in to see her.


    She couldn't help but hold fire in her grey orbs, having an uncontrolled able hatred for the Light Angels as she was just recently exiled for acts that broke many laws. Was this really what Exiles felt all the time? It was a question she hoped to find out soon because she quite liked the jagged thoughts coming to her mind that revolved around hurting these five men for their capture of her. [/fancypost]
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    OOC: I like it! C:




    Alexander burst with anger. "Laziness! You left the Exile for their- calm. Patience, happiness, come." His voice lowered once more to it's original state. His forced smiled seemed to quiver with rage - it seemed that another group of Angels were to hold onto the new Exile - Violet. He had heard the rumors and stories from his higher-ups and peers, and he wondered. "How dangerous is she?" Thoughts rolled in his head of Armageddon, though quickly stopped as he figured they would have probably magically sealed them one way or another.


    "Well, Al, you know what they say. Patience is a virtue." His friend winked, though this seemed to make Alex only angrier. "I'm going there and putting my foot down. They are not having their way with this one - I don't care what they say, they should be Exiled too." He spat the venom laced insult as he stood, and embarked on his short journey.


    Wrapped up in a dark blue coat and black dress pants, he nervously pulled his black hair back as he began to enter the manufactoring company. It had been more or less dead for a few years - maybe the humans made it into a ghost story? Some kind of ancient treasure not to be disturbed? He honestly didn't care too much beyond his curiosity. While they may have been pitiful creatures, he did enjoy some things that they created. Religion, alcohol, cigarettes, the phone - all were very useful at times.


    He noticed how he still didn't take a foot inside - was he scared? Scared of who? Maybe it was the Exile - or maybe it was her captors. He quickly slithered inside, and made his presence known.


    "What in the Lord's name are you doing?" He hissed, his baby blue eyes glittering with what seemed like rage. "This- this is how we treat our guests?" Alexander questioned them, his hand directing towards her face. "And by God, get off of her! We have better things to do than grope and coddle the girl. For sake, who assigned you to her?" His eyes fixed on the more slender man of the group - one he didn't seem to recognize. "Is that a- human?" He asked, his anger seeming to simmer with a bit of annoyance taking his place. He may have been ignorant about this session, but he was going to learn one way or another.


    "What were your orders? She's captured and under control. Stand far away enough and maybe we could figure up a plan, huh?" He stepped forward, seeming a bit disgusted. "And what- is that?" He motioned to the sheet on her body. "Are we not the servants of Light? And you all wish to expose her like you are nothing but Exiles? For shame, maybe. Someone get her something better suited to this environment before I do, and if I do, I'm sure you won't be as happy with a thick coat wrapped around her than a few more sheets."






    OOC: Hope that wasn't too bad. <3 Also hope I didn't assume too much!

    Your post was awesome! I tried to explain the situation in my post, so you have more to go off of c: Plus, both our characters wont feel the soulmate attraction until they have physical contact with each other :P


    Blade16 , that's fine, I'll get started on the thread c:



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    Female -- 20 -- Exile -- Created by the Sole --Holds powers of the Light, Dark, and the Sole


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 500px; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt;][hr][justify] As if on cue, another Light Angel came to occupy the dank room Violet was held in. What stood out about this being though, was the fact that he openly approached the lanky man who had just spoken to her and confronted him like he had no idea what was going on. Had he not been informed about the Archangels' plans to use her powers and genocide her newly born race? Surely he wouldn't mind when he found out it was to get rid of Exiles.


    The business-like man whirled around at the interruption, setting his sharp blue eyes on Alexander. Taking it upon himself to show his authority, he stepped aside to block the view of Violet and her state. "Human? Not exactly, son. Nephilim would be more accurate. Half human, half Exile; though I serve the Light as you can see." There was a pause between his introduction, his hawk-ish gaze flicking around the room in a humorous look to his Light Angel companions. "Gressil is my appointed name, though numerous cretins; as it seems you yourself may be, tend to forget" he spoke with a grating tone to his words. Insults were a common occurrence in Gressil's vocabulary, with no heed to as what his victims may think. In his head, and with the backing of the Archangles, he was untouchable, seeing as he was the overseer on the ground. Striking fear in lower ranking Nephilim and humans showed to be his pleasure, the Exile blood in him shining brightly with his every move.


    Turning on his heel, Gressil found himself settling back on Violet, his brows raising in consideration of the state she was in. The inky-black haired Exile watched the man before with underlying hope as he turned back to face her. It took a few long moments, but a curl formed on Gressil's mouth as he ticked his head to the side in a half-assed disagreement. "She's perfectly fine as is. We could be even more barbaric and strip the sheet from her, but instead, we gave her some shred of decency. All for a good reason though. My orders are to keep her imprisoned until the Archangels are able to take her and drain her powers to use in the killing of every last Exile on Earth" Though a serious act this was, he explained it with an eerie simplicity that shook Violet to the core.


    With a trickle of blood daring to tip the slight curve of her lip and flow down to her chin, Violet let out a bitter laugh, shifting to look at Alexander, her gunmetal grey eyes blank "He's never seen a creation of the Sole before. Only a rare few have, but this half-breed is too intrigued with my powers to walk away. Hence my almost-naked self." she stated matter-of-factly, her tongue darting out to swipe the blood from her pale lips. A knowing metallic taste lingered in her mouth, but it wasn't a bother for her for plenty of fights before resulted in worse.


    Her words were quickly rewarded with a crack to the nose, by the hands of the one and only. Having enhanced strength and speed, as his Nephilim race did possess, Gressil's fist had the backing of a truck behind it, contradicting his thin build. A grunt left Violet as she was forced backward into the Angel behind her, rough hands then re-calibrated her, pushing her back to her original position. A rush of pain permeated throughout her nose and skull, the newfound Exile hatred and malice that filled her swelled and intensified to the point where she was almost scared of what could happen if the silver bands were not framed to her wrists. Her powers threatened to break free, though as they were confined to her body, their presence flowed through Violet's body like a never-ending river. In response to this, the gold essence she held made itself present in her features.


    Those blank grey eyes illuminated yellow-gold, matching the whisps of gold that entangled in the black locks of her hair, cascading down her shoulders like a magical waterfall. This was none of Gressil's concern, rather the black tattoo-like markings that kept her wings contained started to glow a similar gold. "This! This is what I'm talking about, men! A wonder, she is. So much power, it radiates through her, begging to eliminate all of us." he proclaimed, pushing Violet down so that her back was a canvas for wandering eyes.


    A wide grin formed on Gressil's mouth as he turned around to see Alexander's reaction, if he had one. "Harming her seems to be the only way to get this reaction from her that I find much interesting. Plus, new Exiles need to learn their place" he said in justification of his and the other Light Angels' actions "She'll heal in time, though it's a pity those bands suppress her healing abilities." he added with nothing but sarcasm in his voice.


    With this, Violet gritted her teeth and pushed herself back up, her hands splaying across the dusty floor as she did so. As her face came back into view, she glanced at Alex with subconsiously pleading eyes, though if given a quick glance, she only expression she had, was abhorrence. [/fancypost]
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