In every world there is good and evil. Angels symbolize good and demons symbolize evil. The only tie between the two is that there are humans. The angels believe they should control the earth, and the demons believe the world is their's due to the ammount of evil that exsists on earth.
This is the ultimate battle between angels and demons. You can choose to be an angel, demon, or be a human. Being a human means you'll have to choose a side or fight to keep the earth for the humans. You choose!

Rules
Follow TOS and other RP rules
Keep it PG 13


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Age:
Gender:
Race: (angel demon or human)
Appearance:
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Name: Kyoko
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Angel
Appearance:
Weapon: Moon Staff
Bio: Kyoko always practiced her transforming spells to turn into a human so that she could find her long lost love. She has no idea who he is or where, but she know that the day she finds him will be the day her heart would join together and be a whole.

Name: Nikki Domin
Age: 18
Gender: female
Race: angel
Appearance:
Weapons:Silver fans.
Bio:Nikki is a angel who was kiddnaped by demons. When she got older she had energy to run. So she ran away from the Demon king who still looks for her in the night.

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Name: Kurayami Mei
Age: Appears to be 8.
Gender: Female
Race: Demon
Appearance: [x]
Weapon: Mei doesn't know how to control her power. Whenever she feels threatened, she will accidentally summon random things such as exploding skittles or dancing teddy bears.
Bio: When Mei awoke, she was in the streets of Earth, cold and alone. All she had was a ripped up bear and a blank memory. She didn't know who she was, or where she came from. All she knew was that her name was Kurayami Mei, and the bear, named Osatsu, was important to her. Strangers in the streets didn't help her at all, and she soon grew wary of them. Distrusting others, she turned to the one thing she was familiar with: Osatsu.
Pretty soon, the stuffed toy was manipulating her. Because Mei confided in Osatsu in everything, it had become a companion to her. Osatsu became a separate part of her mind, a part that hated and despised humans. This part of her mind controlled her through Osatsu, and through control, tells her to kill...

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Name: Yumi Akuma means beautiful demon in Japanese
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Race: Demon
Appearance:
Weapon: A small dagger that can change its shape into an object that Yumi needs (example: key, shield, etc.). The dagger does not always listen to Yumi, sometimes it changes into something else than what Yumi was needing.
Bio: Yumi is one of the smaller demons, her size helps enhance her speed. She makes a good spy and can fit into small places without being seem by many.

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Name: Ertu
Age: 5,000
Gender: Male
Race: Greater Demon
Appearance: image here His skin is a dark black with crimson tint. His eyes are a deep red with no pupils.
Weapon: A long, serrated, 2 handed sword enchanted with powerful Hellflame
Bio: A demon that was born before humans were established as the main power on Earth who still remembers the "good old days" where demons hunted, pillaged, and slaughtered.

We're now open, but anybody who wants to join can

It was cold that afternoon.

Not wanting to be looked upon by cruel eyes today, Mei had avoided crowds and decided to go exploring. A particular abandoned apartment complex seemed interesting, and the girl sneaked into it quietly, escaping the cold.

It seemed to have been vacated in a hurry. It was very quiet as well; Mei could hear the footsteps echo quietly behind her. Softly, she started humming to herself. Truthfully, she preferred the quiet and solitude to the bustling happy streets outside. Just her and Osatsu, no one else to interrupt them, to loathe them. Out of reflex, Mei clutched her bear tightly.

Owww, that hurts! Let go, Mei!

"Sorry, Osatsu!" she said, immediately relaxing her grip. She looked down apologetically at the bear. "I didn't mean to grip so hard. Besides, what do you think about this place?"

She didn't need an answer to know. The bear, like her, would think of the abandoned apartment as a wonderful place to hide. She kept walking forward. Up ahead, Mei could see a door that was slightly ajar. She rushed forward and pushed it wide open. The door swung with a loud squeak; it wasn't well-oiled.

A living room was revealed. Nothing was covered with dust, meaning it was abandoned only recently. Over the coffee table were some toys scattered here and there. A red plastic bag was left on the couch with a bright rainbow labled "Skittles".

Mei walked in and poked curiously at the toys. Next, she glanced at the red bag, looking at the contents with interest. There were little, colored, sphere-like objects inside. She took one out, feeling the texture between her fingers. Were they--eatable?

Don't eat it, it might be poisoned!

She disregarded her stuffed animal's advice and popped one into her mouth. She chewed slowly, and suddenly, a blast of sweetness entered her mouth. Choking, she spat it out.

Name: Keirra
Age: 15 in angel years
Gender: Female
Race: Angel
Appearance:
Weapon: Has magical and spiritual powers. The beds on her neck store her energy. When saying a spell she holds these beads. Also she has power over trees.
Bio: Because she is so young she has yet to get her wings. And also because she must make up for some of the things she did in her former life. She ran away from her parents at a young age of 14(human years) and was killed by the band of thugs she was with because they thought she was unloyal.

Name: Lira
Age: 18
Gender: female
Race: great angel
Appearance:
Weapon:staff of light
Bio:The demons wanted her because the demons wanted her powers and her staff.

Kyoko opened heavens gates for the fifteenth time that day. She had to admit that entering and exitting heaven was very common for her. She hoped one day she'd find love, whoever he was and wherever. She exitted heaven and opened her wings, letting the wind blow through them and her beautiful hair.
Kyoko wasn't all angel, she was also half human. All she knew from her past was that her father was an angel and her mother was human. She had the ability to take on angel and human form, and she was pretty good at it too.
Kyoko also wanted to meet a demon. She wasn't always on heaven side with the idea that the earth should be all theirs, she thought heaven and hell should share the earth. She knew that wouldn't happen though... she'd never get her wish that this rate.
She touched the ground of the earth, and slowly transformed to human state (her wings disapeared.) She began walking up the path of an old mansion, where one of her fellow angel friends liked to stay during the day.

Keirra woke up on her cloud bed. Getting up she looks around. " Now where did my beads go" Keirra looked on her nightstand and there they were. "Gotcha" She puts them on and walks over to her mirror. Touching the mirror she holds her beads and says a spell. Her reflection in the mirrow slowly fades as it comes to a scene of the earth. " Now what will happen today?" Keirra was obsessed with the earth, seeing as her old life ended on it. She looks to one spot and sees her mother and father, they were about 65 now but they didn't look that old."Father....Mother" Keirra badly wanted to go see them. Turning of the scene with a wave of her hand keirra grabs her beads. "To earth" She is suddenly thrown down to where she last saw her parents." Mom" Keirra's mom turns around, she had heard keirra was dead so why was she here now.

Kyoko entered the building and saw that her friend, Keirra was there. It seemed she liked visiting her parents place, but she had never figured out why, it was probably some attachment thing. Kyoko never felt it seeing as she couldn't even remember who her parents where. "Keirra, where exactly are you?"

Hearing her name being called she turns around and sees kyoko." Kyoko, what are you doing here?"

"I come here everyday, Keirra," Kyoko told her. "I just wanted to see how everything was in this place. I love it here so much!" She finished with a smile. Kyoko looked around the place several times, "Your parents sure do change this place around a lot, huh?"

" Yeah...I guess" Keirra said while hanging her head down." I came to see them"

"That's great," Kyoko told her. She really wished she could talk to her family. She never really got to know them... and she expected that she never would...

Name: Nephilia
Age: Appears to be twenty-six
Gender: Female
Race: Demon
Appearance:

Weapon: Hand to hand combat. Extensive training in sword fighting, being shape shifter of a vampiric back round, this creature can easily shift into its familiar animal form. Nephilia's just so happens to be a panther.
Bio: While vampires give mortals a reason to be afraid of the dark, there exists things that give even vampires reason to fear - creatures like the Gangrel, the predators among the predators, the most savage of beasts. Perhaps the only clan whose mere mention almost always elicits a chilled shudder or a reverent nod, the Gangrel are, in many ways, the "noble savages" of the vampiric race. Upon their Embrace (and sometimes before), the Gangrel seek to sever their ties with everything pertaining to their mortal lives. Many prefer the counsel of animals and other beasts, and some eschew contact with the mortal world entirely. While many retain and even value their humanity, they do so within the bounds and context of their newfound existence, and not as an attempt to hold onto what's been lost, for no other option is practical to a clan whose very soul is so intimately intertwined with its Beast. While others delude themselves about what the Embrace "truly means," the Gangrel know what they've become, so they strive to make peace with it. On the whole, they spend more time communion with their bestial side than other vampires do, and though such activity more than accounts for their nickname and reputation, few would disagree that the Gangrel truly benefit from their introspection.

Their special bond with the Beast seems to give many Gangrel a unique insight to the Kindred condition, and some of the wisest vampires to be found in all the world hail from this clan. Whereas other Kindred try to become scholars or philosophers, collecting endless data and positing on the theoretical, the Gangrel are its yogis and medicine men, its bodhisattvas and whirling dervishes. The unequivocal and irreplaceable benefit of first-hand experience flows through them, supplanting the theoretical with the practical, and making the Gangrel widely respected among those who recognize the primeval nature of the Kindred soul. This insight makes the clan invaluable, but also makes it dangerous, and some would just as soon silence the Gangrel as hear their frank wisdom.

Nickname: Savages

Covenant: Many Gangrel are largely unconcerned with matters of Kindred politics, but that's not to say they don't have their own views. Perhaps surprisingly, a significant percentage of the clan is active in the Circle of the Crone, which provides spiritually minded Gangrel with a ready-made form of their rituals and beliefs, and a great many of the Cricle's leaders hail from the clan's ranks. Some of the more proactive Gangrel find the Carthian mind set appealing, and a number of highly motivated Savages have taken up the cause in recent years. A few Gangrel fall in with the Lancea Sanctum and Invictus, due to the nature of each covenant's beliefs. Those who are active in the latter group usually work from important elders or are elders themselves, while the few Gangrel of the Lancea Sanctum are among the most frightening and relentless Kindred anyone would ever (not) want to meet. Likewise, the Ordo Dracul sees few Gangrel, though some who join do so not to learn the blood magic of the convent but to pursue mysteries of their origin without the hunteur of the Lancea Sanctum. A great many Gangrel also find their place among the independent and unaligned Kindred, whose lack of structure and love of freedom are attractive to Savages who prefer that elders of the other clans keep their politics to themselves.

Appearance: The archetypal Savage is rarely concerned with her appearance, though most recognize the need to both blend in and put potential prey at ease. As a rule, Gengrel prefer function over form, and are rarely caught clad in anything that restricts movement to any great degree. Due to their clan weakness they must be wary of just how bestial they appear to others, and some especially old (or angry) Gangrel typically learn some amount of Obfuscate to avoid potentially disastrous situations.

Havens: One of the clan's greatest strengths is its deft maneuverability, a good portion of which stems from its Discipline of Protean, which allows the Gangrel to take rest in any natural soil. Sleeping in the ground does, of course, have its drawbacks, and even the most feral of Savages comes to appreciate having an actual place to hang her coat after a while. A number of the more urbane (or atleast urban) Gangrel therefore elect to take traditional havens, though their restless spirits and mistrust of other Kindred tends to keep them moving.

Back round: Potential Gangrel can come from nearly any former life, but few Savages would choose a mortal who did not possess a strong survival instinct. Beyond this, most are quite particular about those they sire. Gangrel loathe personal weakness and those who are soft of body or mind (especially given their weakness), particularly those with paper-thin or disconnected sense of self being. Clan members most admire those whose greatest strengths are for the self - Self-awareness, self-confidence and self-reliance. While it is not unheard for Gangrel to Embrace someone who lacks these qualities (usually as cruel test to see whether the Embrace will sufficiently toughen the person up), most Gengrel hold to their standards, as not doing so is often more effort than it's worth.

Character Creation: Gangrel are very honest with themselves about what is and is not their forte, and they seek to improve those things to which they are especially or innately suited. Many Gangrel come off seeing themselves hyper-specialized. Due to their temper, the aptly named Savages are rarely very strong in the social department (though entire bloodlines of sociable Gangrel probably exists somewhere), preferring instead to hone body and reinforce the mind. An even mix of Physical and Mental Skills is always good, erring toward the Physical side.

Favored Attributes: Composure or Stamina

Clan Disciplines: Animalism, Protean, Resilience

Weakness: As befits their sobriquet, the Gengrel are more closely tied to their Beasts than other Kindred. The more they feel the call of the Beast, the more bestial they become, and the more their minds become those of less principled animals.

Organization: The Gengrel are perhaps the least organized of the clans. They have no hierarchy per se and are largely disinterested in either clan structure or intra-clan activity for its own sake. The only nod they give to such matters comes in the form of an event called Gather. These meetings serve a twofold purpose. First, as an opportunity for Gangrel to unite and update one another on the events of the intervening time. Second, as a forum for official intra-clan dispute resolution. Before this practice began, ferocious Savages visited their rage upon one another at will and without process, and the clan before a Priscus or Primogen, where any conflict (or combat, if necissary) could be moderated and monitored by the peers of both Savages. As a reult of this practice, the clan has grown more cooperative over time, leading to markedly fewer intra-clan kills. The majority of such disputes now stop short of Final Death.

Bloodlines:Anavashra (mysterious ritualists who claim domains in India and Bangladesh); Anubi (Egyptian cultists who have feuded long with the Lancea Sanctum); Bruja (a rogue biker gang that slakes its thirst at will and terrorizes Baja Mexico and Southern California); Matasuntha (a bloodline of warriors descended from an ancient warlord of the Huns); Taifa (sociable and sophisticated, these Middle Eastern Gangrel are known for their political savvy and social aptitude).

Concepts: Archeologists, bodyguard, guru, mercenary, nomad, shaman, survivalist, urban predator.

A flock of birds bolted from their safe haven, taking to the skies, abandoning that which they called home. Within the lush forestry that surrounded the building, that had been known to be a resting spot of the angelics, was being watched. As mentioned, a creature was now casually lounging upon a strong branch of one of many shady trees. Though during the day light was still filtering in, age and the shade provided took into account of the creature's early awakening. Night would only welcome the creature with open arms for eternity.

With its back resting against the trunk of the tree one arm was slung across the knee of a bent leg while the other easily hung off the side, as did another arm. Eyes watched the building, taking into account those who might be residing within the place. Though how many were within was uncertain at the distance, and perhaps others lived there as well. Contemplating the chance of making a scene the creature decided not to risk it's resistance to the sun.

After a brief moment of being lost in thought, this creature dropped down from the tree in which it hid and landed easily upon the ground with a certain grace. With slow movements, as if this creature had all the time in the world, finally made it to the entrance of the building. Leaning towards the door, the being listened intently to the ongoings of the inside before the door swung open.

The scent of the earthy forest wafted throughout the area as a figure stepped through the open doorway. There was hardly any glimpse of the pale flesh that shrouded the figure in its dark hold. From the tip of its nose, down to the chin was all could be seen, as well as the small 'v' of chest. The sheer sense of power this figure, this creature, radiated was enough to spike a sense of curiosity within those naive enough to pursue their interest. Wiser folk sought to inch away as the figure made its way further into the establishment.

The curves of the figure alone were enough to decipher that it indeed was of the female gender. A strange cloak fluttered about, tattered at the ends and sides making it appear wind-blown and withered. The hood draped over the void eyes of this being. The soft taping of the beings footsteps echoed making the creature's sensitive ears ring as well. The way the creature walked it seemed to hold many animal like traits, the grace of cat and the alertness of a wolf.

The creature was scouting, having been watching the area for quite some time. The figure now standing in the middle of the room where the angelics had gathered. Surely this figure is insane to invade by itself, or was its confidence justified by its actions. One may never know, however, a faintly fanged grin flashed as the creature looked at those in the room.

Kyoko saw that her friend was busy so she left the mansion. She wished there was a little more entertainment in her life. Kyoko wondered whether she'd ever be able to befriend a demon. She herself would have rathered been a demon and not an angel, but the power itself wasn't hers. Maybe someday she'd be able to marry a demon, the she'd be able to have one in her life all the time. She hadn't told the Lord, but she was secretly on the demons side in the war that they were currently in. She would give anything to join their side. Yes, she had friends that were angels, but the demons seemed more real to her.
Kyoko looked both ways to see if anybody was looking. When the streets had cleared she jumped, unfolding her wings and landed on the top of a nearby pine tree. There she sat, looking down on to the streets, watching passersby make there way across streets and into buildings. What wonderful life they had, Kyoko thought. They didn't have to worry about angels and demons secertly flying everywhere, trying to rule their race. They were completely unaware of what was happening. Maybe someday there would be the day when the humans were offically aware of what might or might not happen to their world.
The reason Kyoko was on the demons' side was because their veiw seemed more realistic. The angels only wanted to make earth a hectic free place... that would never happen. The demons seemed to only want to keep the earth the way it was, and have everything as it was supposed to without the interferance of the angels, who couldn't be on there side. Well, apparently a lot of the angels or their wouldn't be a war.
Kyoko looked down into the streets and jumped off the edge off the tree. It was apparent that she forgot to release her wings cause she landed flat on the ground. She was pretty beat (the human in her caused her to bleed) and she picked herself up. She performed a healing spell on herself when she was sure that nobody was looking. She was good as new, but still shaking from the impact of the fall.

The creature, the one that had been sent out to scout the nearby angelics encampment was bathed in blood by the time the reddish glow of the sunrise washed over the horizon. Not a trace was left of that silent killer as a soft wind swept over the plane, drifting the scent of a mass execution across the land and drifting briefly upon the town where a known number of angels and demons alike blended in with the unknowing, ignorant humans.

A panther lounged casually in a tree, the best way to move about in the daylight. It's black coat glistened as the light filtered through the branches of the trees, cascading warmth upon the creatures, forever cold to the touch, body. Stretching out on the sturdy limb, the beast's heavy head rested on crossed paws, ever alert should the demons decide to clean up the mess left by the free-lancing creature or the angels who would sooner meet their fate, just like their brothers.

As the sun perched high in the sky, the creature dozed lightly, ears casually moving, as though scanning the area for any intruders. It's stomach filled with the flesh and blood of it's kill, the beat held a satisfied smirk as the world around it went black.

Kyoko thought that maybe it would be for the best if she returned to heaven. She went to look for an empty spot where nobody would see her unfold her wings. She found the perfect spot, an empty basketball court.
Kyoko entered the court and when she got to the middle she unfolded her large, beautiful wings. There was a draft and she was lifted up into the air. In about 4 minutes she was through heavens gates and she landed peacefully on one of the fluffy clouds.

A ripple of power fluttered across the slumbering beast's spine causing it's head to rise, eyes darting from side to side as their cat-like illumination helped it see in the growing darkness. There! Beyond the trees, birds flapped away, signaling something that posed a threat to them neared. It appeared that those that hired her have arrived.

Hoisting itself into a standing position on all fours, the creature stretched and easily dropped down from it's perch. Somewhere along the way down, the creature easily shifted back into it's humanoid form, flicking a stray leaf carelessly from it's shoulder as it awaited the expected company.

From the other side of the barren housing, four shadowed figures rounded the corner from each side, approaching the one that now leaned lightly against the trunk of the tree. As they formed a crescent moon shape before the silent killer, one hissed out. "You do well, far greater than we expected." The droll of it's voice suggested a male, the hood was removed, revealing and older being, seemingly in his seventies. "Nephilia." His words demanded attention.

To this, the hooded head of the shifter turned, addressing him, giving a nod that he had the attention he wanted. "We need you to infiltrate another building much like this one. It is said that the leader of another angel wave is forming an uprising against us. We need you to take him out first and foremost. We do not care if the others die as well." With a wrinkled hand he gestured to one of the three hooded figures that accompanied him.

The shorter of the four stepped forward, retrieving from the cloak a note, most likely the information needed for the kill. Removing its form from its position, the creature moved forward and reached out with a gloved hand, quickly taking it from the other. Once the note was taken, the four vanished. Now, the game began.

Ertu awakened from his self induced slumber on the realm of mortals, Earth. With a long yawn, he groggily lifted his massive bulk. Being a Greater Demon of spectacular age, this was a loud task as he moved his 500 lb body and stretched his lean muscles and leathery wings. After his vision adjusted to the harsh light of the sun, he took in his surroundings, grinning the grin of a bloodthirsty maniac. I shall blot out that treachorous orb of light and vanquish every living soul in this realm, bathing it in delicious darkness and torrents of blood, he thought to himself as he lifted his massive blade with one hand, slinging it over his shoulder. Trying to locate his first victims, he began walking in the direction of a sign written in the human's runes. The sign read: Welcome to South Carolina.

The creature slunk its way across the land, as it had for some time since meeting with those that hired it. The note had long since been destroyed, however the contents of the note had been forever engraved in its mind for future reference.

For a moment, the figure halted in its movements, something had moved, something large, ancient. A demonic essence rippled up the creatures spine pulling forth a most unwelcome shiver. A light growl vibrated within the hidden throat of this beast. It did not appreciate surprises. Especially ones as large as this.

Needless to say, this creature was neither of the alliance nor the resistance, siding with neither the demons or the angels. It did, however, work with the side that held the greater bid. The demons were more than happy to hire someone to do their dirty work for them, taking credit for a slaughter and should the beast they hired die, for whatever reason, no harm, no foul. To them, it was a win-win, after all, that is how demons thought.