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4 yrs ago
Current Sorry all. Recovering from a shoulder injury so can't type very well ATM.
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4 yrs ago
Power Rangers MXF 1x1 anyone?
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4 yrs ago
New Wow expansion is out, expect posting to be slower this week XD
4 yrs ago
Jason David Frank, my first ever childhood crush. I will miss you. Such an inspiration to so many of us 90s kids. </3
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4 yrs ago
You don't eat, Lord Wraith???

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~Angel Vicky~



Been a member of the old Roleplayer Guild since 2012 - I tend to do more Advanced. My favourite lore is Angelic (you probably couldnt tell by my name!), medieval, Ancient Rome/Greece/Egypt and Norse mythology. My fave writing genre is sci-fi and fantasy but I like drama, comedy, suspense and angst with a bit of romance thrown in!

I tend to do only 1x1 rps nowadays as they are less chaotic with less people, as they say "too many cooks around the pot". Here is my current interest check.

My Hobbies include: roleplaying (obviously!), astronomy, writing poetry, dance electronica music and raving, pets, video gaming, cosplaying.

Most Recent Posts

Varia tried to heal Gabriel, was her power enough to mend an Archangel warriors blow? She had been taught by the best healer Raphael. She shook her head at Gabriel, holding his hand tight. "No...please...God. Please...no more..." She'd lost enough, they all had. It was time to stop the loss and grief.

The cracks of shining light made her turn to Michael and watch his pain and sorrow. She'd never understand. That's what he said. But then if she didn't, why was she hurting so much?

Azazel waited for to see what happens to his Elder. He was always waiting for an opportunity.
Varia watched him groan in pain. She hated seeing him like this. Her first instinct was to reach out to him and comfort him. But she could barely move her arm to him. She was beginning to glow. Her soul was reaching out to touch his. Like she had before the Fall.
"GABRIEEELL!" Varia screamed across the battlefield. She reached out for him. Running to his side. "Look what your fighting has caused!!" The young angel wept, her tears falling onto Gabriel's face as she held him.

Azazel watched Varia weep for the man. Filling with hatred and jealousy. She never cried for him.
Varia wakes up with a fuzzy head. "Ahhh..where...am I?" She turns her head and saw the angel sleeping in his chair, she could feel his hand around hers. Thinking about her memory she instinctively reached for her necklace around her neck.

It wasn't there.

She gasps. She didn't remember what happened to it. "My...necklace." Her voice quivered as she'd been out cold for a few days. It was hers. And someone took it from her. After the Fall. Someone with long purple hair filled with jealousy and rage.

She looked at Lucifer, she felt as if she had betrayed his love.
Varia nods at the Archangel and made him some tea just as he did for her. She wasn't used to these earthly things. In Heaven she would conjure up such things but here she could not. She had small burns on her hands where she learned to boil the water. The kitchen had broken plates and bowls where she had dropped them all over. She began to clean up the mess when picking up a shard of broken bottle cuts into her hand because she grabbed it too tightly. She stares at the blood seeping out of her flesh.

"I'll never get used to this.." She sighed and put the cut to her mouth. She kept thinking about what Michael said.
Alexander smiled. "She gets it from her mother." He was joyous to hear his daughter would become an official healer. Varia's eyes light up even more. "Really?!" She could not believe she was to become someone so important. But also burdened with terrible purpose...

Over the coming months she attended the school of healing. Where she met her mentor Raphael. She learned how to fly faster and faster to get through battlefields of demons to get to those who needed help. She brought her brethren back to life. She sent messages to her father at the front lines and even to Luficer himself where she got to know him more and more.
Varia watches him leave and hangs her head down. "No. I will never understand..." She turns around and looks up at the church cross. "Because I am not an Archangel." She knew her standing, it was not with them. Only Raphael understood.

The wind blows her hair out to the side and she brushes a few strands back behind her ear. Her eyes soften and watched the sun rise with such admiration for the beauty of this land. The sky a burnt orange, she could feel the sun's rays warmth against her pale skin. Never had she experienced something so beautiful. When she closed her eyes, she swore she was back in Heaven it felt so calming.

And when she opened them. She noticed how she was alone, no-one to share this lovely moment with. Not anymore.

'You seek what Angels should not.'

What? Companionship? Unconditional love? That was not the same as desire. How wrong that demon was.
Varia's eyes light up at the First Angel, his grace befalling everything he touched. She took the necklace with a smile that shone brightly. She bid him farewell and wore the necklace. But they would meet again. And not too long after.

The next they would meet would be under more dire circumstances...

Her father drags Lucifer back to safety, he calls out for a healer and as the healer came, they were shot down by the enemy. There were no more healers left. But Alexander, Lucifer's general, knew of one who could help. His own daughter had terrific holy gift. And so he took Lucifer in his arms and carried the wounded Angel back to his home.

"Varia!" He calls out to her, she comes running in her white dress and gasps at the state of the First Angel. She kneels at his side as her father lays him on the ground. Her hands had to touch his body, covered with blood, for the fist time. She willed all her strength into her healing arts and slowly but surely Lucifer's wounds healed. And when she was done, her dress was completely soaked in his blood. As he rested, she looked at her bloodied hands. "What a terrible burden our warriors carry." She closed her eyes with sadness. Her necklace dangled from her neck, glinting in the light. She never left his side for one moment, as he cried out, she soothed his mind "Shhh it'll be alright now. You're safe with us." She reassured the warrior. Alexander watched from the side, seeing how his daughter cared for Lucifer.
Varia looks down sadly as Michael said this. "You wont lose Gabriel. No matter how far you are apart, you will always have each other. I dont want to see you full of rage and hate anymore, Michael. No-one does." She looked into his eyes with her own softly.
Varia pants getting up from the floor as everyone on earth was knocked over. She along with the others fell to the ground. Bruised, wounded and bloodied. This did not suit the angelic rose. She looked down at her hands sadly. A flashback hit her and she fell unconscious.

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Many centuries ago...

Varia's singing

Varia sang with a flower in her hair, a flower that was given to her by someone special. Her Father. A general of Lucifer's army before the Falling. He was always off to battle and one day he came home and he brought a "friend".

"Varia my child, this is my brother in arms. He wanted to meet you." He presented his master, Lucifer to the young angel. Varia looks up at the very first Angel. She bows to him respectfully, adoring a long white dress with golden edges. She was in awe of his greatness.
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