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Seth Aidric
And our demons lay waiting just beyond...
She spoke, taunting him with that melodious voice. It was a dirge to him, a hauntingly lovely yet deadly tune that began to introduce the acid spikes of fear back into his chest. He didn't budge as she approached, dagger gone. That was good. It was better than he had expected, which meant that she was going to negotiate before killing him, if she killed him. No, before she killed him was correct. He should assume that always and keep himself safe.

He about retorted to the 'only two men' part, fear once more vanishing as hot anger took its place, but she quieted him again as she continued. He let himself relax again, blue eyes still fiercely trained on her as she spoke of his father's lives. Her family? Savages? He thought for a moment, trying to recall what she was mentioning before it dawned on him. He was one of the dragon riders, the people that stayed with the dragons. She was of the Scaled ones, who had betrayed humanity to side with the demons that brought death, plague, and murder to their once peaceful kingdom. They were monsters to him, something his father had told stories about as he had grown up. He remembered stories of slaughter, recalled augurs telling his father that they would claim Seth's soul.

"You're a scaled one? You abandoned humanity. My father- but you say he lied? Tell me then, woman, what is their purpose? His eyes were hard.

Seth Aidric
Will my savior come for me in this limbo?
As she pulled upwards, seductively coming near his lips again, he pulled his head back. As covered in blood as he was, he was still the prince of a kingdom and he had the dignity to not fall to such petty and meaningless gestures. She was obviously one that entertained many a man before her deadly knife slid between their ribs and he wasn't going to be yet another one. The way she spoke like he was nothing but a small child made chills run down his spine and the mention of the 'number they did' on him fell like a lead brick in his mind. It nearly demonized his father, insinuated that he was nothing more than a project to the man and his followers. The thought froze him to the core.

He grabbed her wrist firmly yet gently, pulling it away from him, "This isn't a game. You say that my father is a liar, yet all I've seen is a ruthless young woman that seems to have forgotten the value of human lives. You have, thus far, only supported his allegations. I've given you a chance to explain, saved you from the chopping block, and yet you continue to taunt me."

He didn't understand, and knew somehow deep inside him that she was right. His loyalty and compassion was likely his downfall, altogether keeping him sided with his father yet wanting badly to know why this woman had done what she did. It didn't make sense to him and yet he knew that no one did anything without first having a reason for it. What was her reason? She must have some sort of genuine, more human side surely.

He let go of her wrist and shook his head as though to clear it. He took a couple of steps back before bowing his head a little in a stiff and cordial bow. He looked back up into those violet eyes, eyes that he had never seen before. They were almost inhuman, a dragon's eyes.

"Forget that for now. My name is Seth Aidric, prince of the current throne. May I ask milady's name?" His eyes betrayed no emotion as he stood tall and proud, shoulders. set. Normally, he would have worn the rich clothes of royalty, adorned with the kingdom's crest, but with bare feet, blood covering him, and average night clothes, he looked less than an average merchant. It contradicted his demeanor greatly, his countenance the only proof of his blood.

¦•¦It's fine. :} I usually go on baby name sites and find names with the meaning I want. Both Seth and Aidric are royal names. Aidric means "blessed ruler" and Seth means "anointed; placed". Basically, his name itself is a foreshadowing that he will take over his father's throne and restore peace and unity to the kingdom.¦•¦

Seth Aidric
I'm wasting away in this eternal danse macabre...
Seth smiled a little with the telling of her name, a sad smile that knew he was destined for death. He had been marked and by that rule alone his assassin would flee into the night with her name as secret as the language of the wind. None in his kingdom would know it and none would find her after. A war would break out, his father no longer allowing the winged beasts to reside in the mountains. He would have them hunted to extinction and trade would resume with the neighboring kingdoms. He saw through his father's eyes what would happen, but he knew he had no means of stopping this now if he were to die.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Freya. I didn't bring guards because I have suspected my father of lying for a long time. How could something that lives in the mountains so far away bring disease and drought to our land? Meeting you, Freya, I hoped that you could tell me the truth, tell me a side of the story I have not had the luxury of hearing. You have the eyes of a dragon and the ferocity of the version my father had told me about, but if I am to die as you say I must get one answer. What is the story of your people from your perspective?"

His eyes held no luster and his smile had quickly faded in his speech. He spoke clearly in a low voice, no aggression or demand truly hidden within it. It was merely a request, a curious soul that wandered into his words and asked for answers he had never been given before. If he truly were to die now, at least he would die knowing the truth to some extent. He didn't fight it at all, didn't tell her all he knew of his father's plans, and yet he asked her for something as simple as their origins from their side of the battle.

She claimed he had not saved her from the chopping block, but she had been neutralized with a knife to her neck and a guard behind. He had aided in her escape, but he didn't have the pride or the will to tell her of that. He knew she had been raised to glean power from any chance she could, any slip of weakness from the other person. He would allow her to keep doing so. Her words couldn't harm him and she seemed to be enjoying her game too much to kill him as quickly as she had set out to do. When she did kill him, it would be when she tired of this game and he felt that he had already exhausted his protective measure.

He would humble himself before her, for what was pride when one was to die? What was the point of spitting in her face and fighting her blade-to-blade when he couldn't drive his home to actually slay her. What would be the point of denying her power just to further shorten the amount of time he had to learn what he needed to learn?

¦•¦"Freya" means 'lady'. It's very fitting. :} That's alright, though. The same thing happened to me yesterday. Also, for this story I ask you to question everything. The other side of the story is yours and can completely 100% contradict, or simply change a few of the key points to match yours. Be imaginative. ;}¦•¦

Seth Aidric
Waiting for a light to pierce this darkness...
Seth wasn't used to anyone touching him at all, for a prince was known as untouchable to the lesser of rank. None were to even shake his hand without his formal invitation, so Freya's willingness to cross that boundary was a tantalizing action that made him feel both small and equal to her. It was no longer that he was separated by birthright and rank and now sat in front of another who dared to blur the lines and break the rift between them. He doubted she even knew the power of her touch, the gravity that he felt. He was crashing down and she was oblivious to it.

"After I die, I will have to ask you to track down the mourning wives and leave them food if you are to escape the unrest of my soul," He smiled in a teasing yet serious manner, Yet it is a pleasure to meet you nevertheless, milady; you free me from dishonesty.

He turned his head away, looking off into the shadows yet not seeing anything there. There was a distance in his eyes, one filled with remembering and focus. He took a deep breath after a moment, closing his eyes without turning back to her. He could vividly see the stories within his mind and took the time to solidify them before he opened his mouth to speak.

"He told me that the dragons were once gods to a lesser race, a race of witches and warlocks that followed the commands of these creatures. Under their command, they spread sickness and disease, evil and curses across the land. They inflicted some with leprosy, twisted the limbs of others, and caused chaos throughout the world.

"Those under their command knew them as gods, and yet our people knew them only as demons when they came into our lands. They came and slaughtered thousands, burning the Mark of the Devil into our very soil through their flames and poison breath. When my father began to fight against them to save us from the plague, he began through negotiation but the king of the dragons, the one they call the Devil himself, the dragon murdered my mother and plunged us into the first of the dragon wars."

He opened his eyes and looked at her, fully curious about her reaction to his story. Would she look confused? Angry? Would she laugh and mock him?

¦•¦I think it leaves a lot to speculation, keeping it open for plot development. I already have an idea about King Aidric, but we'll cross that bit of excitement later.¦•¦

Seth Aidric
Sometimes it feels like a hopeless endeavor...
Seth watched her uncharacteristic sadness, a morose atmosphere building around them. It was this alone that kept him from pulling his hands back from her, feeling that she may have needed it in her own twisted way. The assassin wasn't nearly as dark as he had initially thought and that was proven to him by the mercy she now extended toward him as she told her side of the story. Unlike his passivity to the Church and his father's claims, she vividly shared in the pain and isolation of her people. She was as passionate about their history as he was to the lives of the guards she had slaughtered. No, even more so than he was. She had the pain of an entire race on her shoulders, the memory of more than just a couple of nameless guards. She probably knew each so very personally. For now, he would allow her his hands.

"I had no idea. I'm sorry that this happened to you and your people. As I promised, I will do something to help, but if what you say is the unadulterated truth, my father won't be one that could easily be swayed," He answered, tentatively taking his hands from her. He patted her shoulder once to give her that consolation with the least amount of intimate contact. He had known her for a night alone and not even that. She would gain more if she were familiar with the person than to ask for such contact from a prince that had only known her for a few hours at most. As grievous as it was, he was not the one to ask.

He moved a little as a sound caught his attention and he turned around. Before he could react, however, he stopped short and stumbled from a sudden force against his shoulder. He backed up nearly into her, eyes catching a shaded figure of a guard in the bushes, bow in hand and a look in his eyes that were much similar to the prince's. They met eyes for a moment, both shocked, before Seth looked down to see a small cut in his upper arm. The arrow itself was lodged in a tree nearby, just shy of hitting Freya. He had moved right into the line of fire.

He looked at Freya, mind sluggishly clicking into place. He had followed without permission and had attempted to shoot the woman, so there were two outcomes to this. One, she would understand and lash out against the guard. Two, she would think that the prince had purposely brought the guard and would kill them both. This was quite the unfortunate turnout.

¦•¦That actually seems really cool. I imagine them more as a tribe or perhaps something like the wolves' alpha-beta-omega governing system. It really is up to you, though.¦•¦

Seth Aidric
Trying to find that forbidden reality...
Seth looked away as she moved forward, somehow not finding it within him to stop her. He could hear the tearing and spill of blood, and yet he said nothing as a fainting feeling came into his mind. He steeled himself, focusing on a plant a little bit away from him without listening to her speech. As she came up to him, mentioning his wound, he merely glanced at it before winking, more as an attempt to hide a wince. He really did hate blood, but there was no reason to fully complain about such a small wound.

"He was a terrible aim. It's just a small scratch," He told her, covering it with his hand. It wasn't like anyone would be able to tell between his blood and the blood of the prior guard's, "I'll speak with my father, but I must know when we will next meet in the case that it doesn't work."

His eyes were sincere as he gazed at her, trying not to think of her as a killer. If he did, he feared that he would lose the will to help her, dehumanize her. It wasn't exactly the kind of thought he wanted to entertain, and so he forced it from his mind and did not bring it up now. She wasn't the demon his mind wanted to invent, and the sadness in her eyes before more than proved that. She was merely a warrior fighting for the right of her people, a noblewoman of heart. She had the glory that he himself had never quite appreciated in himself, and he respected her for that.

There was a lesson his father had taught him many years back, a lesson one would be unwise to forget. His father had held a sword to his son's throat as the boy laid in the dust of the training arena. He had narrowed his eyes and spoken harshly of how a ruler could not change anything if he didn't sacrifice in the process. He told his son that if he could not rise and become a good warrior, then another would just as easily take the throne as any with noble birthright. It could just as well be a farmer or a beggar with a smart blade. It was only the strong of will and intent that could sacrifice their very humanity to being change to an ugly reality. Had she accepted a similar lesson?

¦•¦Be creative. For all we know, they could be titled after something like... I dunno... Uh... MetalScale and Meta for short then go from there with unique levels?¦•¦

Seth Aidric
Within the gloom, however...
He listened to her and waved his hand once to dismiss her chiding. It had hardly done anything and the archers of his kingdom never bothered with poison on their arrows. It was, after all, just a scratch that could easily be washed clean to avoid infection. It would be easy for him as a prince.

"I know he's not understanding, which was why I asked when we could meet again. If it went well, all we would have to do is send word to your people and then your nobles and king would meet with my father and me to negotiate terms. On the note that he will not be as understanding, I wanted to be able to discuss it with you further and find another tactic," That hard look was back in his eye, that distance of thought and calculation that was nearly nonexistent in his usual interaction. What he lacked in courage and battle his wits and strategy began to pick up the slack. It compensated nicely for the moment.

At her question about the kiss, he blushed faintly and drew in a slow and steady breath. He gazes at her violet eyes, a deep and intelligent purple that sang of the cunning in her soul. He was about to answer when she suddenly seemed to gain another idea that nearly made him stumble. Could he really go to the dragons himself to negotiate with them? It could, as she said, potentially give him followers, or he could be locked away as a spy and she punished for being so naïve. He didn't understand how the latter could benefit them in any way, but was it worth the chance to maybe change this feud around?

"If you think your superiors would be willing to see me without dire consequence, then I would be willing to go with you. The others will find the dead guard and probably assume that I have been captured. We might have to prepare for the possibility of my father declaring another battle in that case," He told her, blue orbs trying to read that slight blush in her cheeks. He paused, looking back at the guard as his own blush rose to his cheeks.

"Also, yes, that was my first and I'd appreciate it if that remained my only kiss," He worried slightly that he had insulted her and looked back to make sure he hadn't.

¦•¦System Apparatus Mode¦•¦
¦•¦Part One¦•¦
Genocide
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People are petty things obsessed with power and expansion. I guess that's why war starts and why it hardly ever ends. The year was 2154 and tensions were high. A few skirmishes continued to break out between several different countries, but no one was willing to call out for a full-scale battle. That tension has only escalated, however, with the discovery of the Angel Genes.

The Angels weren't heavenly personages with wings as culture had made them out to be. They were just like everyone else around them, almost identical, but there were ways of telling them apart. First of all, they were created by being introduced to a rare mutagenic virus that affects their parents, but must have infected both of them during biological terrorism. In addition to this, twins are rare, but not unheard of and often only affects one of the twins. Conception triggers the virus to attack the origin host and childbirth does the same for the mother. The Angels that are born fall into two categories: Fractals and Seraphs.

The latter is the kind that the military scours the nation for, the kind that has been gifted strength, swift healing, and extreme athletic ability. On top of the physical capabilities, the Seraphs are able to control things on a more ethereal scale, capable of gathering enough energy to create nearly invisible weapons of various shapes and forms. These weapons often have their own unique capabilities depending on the wavelengths of the individual Seraph. Some may display pyrotechnical attributes, others electrical, and others draw on sound waves alone. No matter the ability, these weapons can slice- or alternately bash- through nearly anything.

The former, the Fractals, are often called by the derogatory term 'Defective'. The mutagen, rather than strengthening them, has badly mutilated their forms. With varying degrees of severity, this kind of Angel is often found with missing limbs, paralysis, or other cancer-like contortions of the body. There is, however, a plus to being a Fractal. Although more common than a Seraph, Fractals have a stronger bond with the astral plane. Able to alter reality, these Angels can bring their imagination to life, more as mirages than anything. However, even more rare than a Seraph, are the few Fractals that can make tangible objects. Despite these subgroups, one fact remains constant between Fractals: they can find Seraphs and can bind souls with a Seraph in order to see fatal parts of their fate to help steer them away from the danger.

2183 and war has been declared. The government has been screening for Angels and have been drafting them for war. You have been chosen, dear Angel. Welcome to the army. My name is Zara and I'm your squad leader. I'm a Fractal confined to a wheelchair, but I promise I will prepare you for the world ahead.

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¦•¦Rules¦•¦
You all know the basics of semi-lit/literate roleplays, so I'm not going to elaborate much on that.
¦•¦Keep cussing to a minimum, but it's not banned altogether.¦•¦
¦•¦Be kind and respectful to fellow roleplayers.¦•¦
¦•¦Up to four characters are allowed¦•¦
¦•¦Keep genders even, please.¦•¦
¦•¦Be a standard Angel unless you PM me and get permission¦•¦
¦•¦Drama is for the roleplay, not for outside life. Keep it interesting. ;}¦•¦
¦•¦Keep characters over the age of eighteen for military purposes.¦•¦
¦•¦Think outside the box.¦•¦
¦•¦If you have major plotline ideas at any time, PM me.¦•¦
¦•¦Have FUN!¦•¦

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¦•¦Forms¦•¦
I'm going to leave the outline for my form here. However, I find myself disliking it when others use my exact form because I like to see the amount of creativity that roleplayers have prior to the roleplay. Much like a job application, I'd like you to impress me, but it's not a requirement.

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¦•¦Character Slots¦•¦
Seraphs
Damien Aeron Elianus: 20: Male: Hetero
Ayarai Joe Blizard: 24: Female: Pan
Vex Tsukino: 26: Female: Homo
Dante Shadow Huo: 25: Male: Hetero
5. Reserved for Divergent
Astrid: ???: Female: Bi/Homo

Fractals
Zara Talia Willow: 29: Female: Hetero
Jarek Jameson: 28: Male: ?
Lily {Fire} Yagamore: 19: Female: Bi
Agnes DeChant: 20: Female:
Mitsui Maki: 18: Male: Hetero
Reserved for Slumber

Humans
1. Reserved for Soulvore {Male}
2. Reserved for Fool
3. Reserved for Slumber
4.

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¦•¦My Characters¦•¦
Zara Talia Willow

Damien Aeron Elianus

Alexander Dolan Everett

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I can do that for you, friend. ;}

Thank you all. :} I have the introduction completed now if you want to start thinking of characters. I'll have mini-rules and forms up soon.

The forms are now functional for all those interested. Again, you don't have to use the form provided. I'll finish my forms after a short stretch.