*I'd roughly say this is a mixture of Post-Apocalypse and fantasy.
*Set around a century from modern day human society, when the battle between Heaven and Hell began.
*Think Fallout but instead of nuclear war, it's Angels and Demons having a multi-dimensional pissing match.
*Though Earth is a favorite battleground for the Divine and the Damned to fight, humans have managed to remain alive and in some places even thrive.
*Usual methods for surviving; scavenging, bargaining and of course raiding or all out fighting for resources.
*Different gangs/clans/tribes/communities exist and so have their own politics and even feuds between them.
*The most sought after commodity in the world of the surviving humans; Angel weapons. Though Angel's leave humans completely alone, Demons love to reek havoc on any human settlement they find. Merely possessing Angel weapons will keep lesser Demons away.
*That is just their weapons, imagine what a live Angel could do...
In Character Info
Almost a century ago the final battle between Heaven and Hell began. Humanity has been pushed to the brink and uses any means necessary to continue its survival. Technology and magic are used in tandem. However, regular human magic is not enough in some cases to protect against the bands of Demons that plague the lands. The only way to fight, kill and even ward off such vicious attacks is with an Angelic weapon.
So when a group of scavengers/raiders stumble upon the sight of a recent battle between Angels and Demons, they do not waste time combing the battlefield to take discarded Angel weapons for their own. What a find they had! Imagine all the money they could make and precious commodities they could trade for with such weapons and still have enough to defend themselves!
As the group move among the dead, they find something even they could not have dreamed of seeing.
A live Angel!
Well, a barely alive Angel, but she still breathes! Beside her bloodied hand is her sword. There are legends, rumors that a mortal man could enslave an Angel too him if he takes that Angels sword and stabs it into one of the Angels wings. But that was all such talk was! Merely rumors and tall tales to tell around the campfire.
If it is true, then the man who is the master of a Divine being would know no bounds! If it wasn't true however, that would make for a very angry Angel.
The window of such a momentous opportunity is closing. The Angels wounds are healing and it will be only a matter of time until she awakes and leaves without a glance at the puny mortal that stands beside her.
Do you take that chance?
Out of Character Info
THIS IS NOT A SMUT BASED ROLEPLAY! While I am looking for a "mature" relationship to form between our two characters (mine the angel and your's the human), THIS IS NOT A SEX SLAVE TYPE ROLEPLAY!
I would like for there to be more plot and character development than porn. This is not a kinky partner request, this is a request to find a partner that will contribute equally to the story. Especially since currently I do not have an overall storyline planned, I need someone to brainstorm with so we can create a universe and story unique to us. A thrilling story that will grab hold of us and take us on a wild ride of emotions! I want this to be a dark and gritty world and I'd like my partner's character to be a morally grey or even out right dark guy!
He's a human that grew up in this hopeless seeming world, he's sure to have his jagged edges.
I hope that all made sense, I'm a little slow on brain energy today so if you're interested but have questions then please feel free to PM me them! Or if you're just interested! Also I will be asking for a writing sample, so have one at the ready! This roleplay will have to be carried out in the PM's because of it's mature themes, I hope that is not minded!
Thank you for reading! ^_^
A shrill beeping jerked Connor awake, he blinked rapidly up at the pale ceiling above him, momentarily confused about where he was. He groaned and pulled a pillow over his head, wondering if he could ignore the beeping and go back to sleep.
Sleep. He was surprised that after being asleep for three years he’d still need more of it.
After a minute the beeping got to be too annoying to ignore and he knew that he had to get up. He reached over to the side of his bed and blindly slapped around at the table until he grabbed his digital watch. He pulled the pillow off so he could look at it and turn it off.
Letting his hand fall on his bare chest he turned to look at the wall by his bed. The large circular ‘window’ was off leaving just a blank screen. He still wasn’t sure if he wanted to use it or not to fake an Earth environment. The blackness of the screen perfectly matched the endless void of space.
His eyes drifted away from the window to the pictures tapped up by the wall. Gazing at the smiling faces of what were now ghosts of his loved ones made his chest ache and his throat tighten. Maybe putting them on the wall had been a bad idea, every time he glanced at them all he thought about was them and Earth and what it was like now three years later.
Did they know about the ship? Did they know that Connor had been on it?
Did they hate him for it? For not being able to bring them aboard as well?
Shaking his head he pushed up from his bed, swinging his legs over the edge and leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. For a couple of minutes he sat like that, trying to wake up and push aside the dark emotions. He had work to do. Or he would after the briefing was over.
He got dressed in a pair of jeans that were well worn and permanently stained in a couple of places from grease and oil and a pair of work boots. Last he pulled on a black t-shirt with a set of crossed wrenches at the center of his chest and above them were the words ‘I’m Here Because’ and below was ‘You Broke Something’. The white ink was a bit faded from being worn and washed countless times but it was still perfectly legible.
Grabbing his toiletry bag he pushed the messy long blue dyed hair on top of his head into some semblance of order, he left his room to head for the communal bathrooms.
He had to at least try to look professional and presentable.
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Connor felt like his brain short circuited a bit when he entered the auditorium. On the one hand the seating reminded him of college but on the other hand they looked like they were in a fairytale forest.
He looked down at his coffee thermus, his groggy brain wondering if the combination of bad instant coffee mix and half a bottle of sweet creamer and sugar was making him crazy. It’s all a screen, remember? He rolled his eyes both at himself and at the fact that someone decided to make the lecture hall look like it was in an enchanted wood.
Sipping at the diabetes laced concoction that was his morning coffee he walked down the steps to find a seat toward the middle of the auditorium. There weren’t that many people there yet so it was easy to flop his ass down in one and kick his feet up onto the one in front of him.
He idly glanced around at the people present to see if he recognized anyone. A woman walking toward the front caught his attention and he grinned when he recognized Abby. The few weeks before the ships launch he had gotten pretty close to her and her son Michael.
His grin fell as it occurred to him that Michael was likely still in stasis. Inwardly he grimaced, sad that he wouldn’t be able to hang out with his little buddy. If he felt this bad he couldn’t imagine how Abby was feeling and he had to resist the urge to get up and give the woman a great big hug.
But she was working and he didn’t feel like having her knocking him on his ass. Again.
She wasn’t looking at him so he restrained himself from waving and turned his gaze up to the ceiling above them. He frowned up at swaying branches, the bright sunlight streaming through green leaves and a bright blue sky that seemed to stretch endlessly.
