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Call me Spencer not my real name. I'm 17 years old, from the Philippines, pansexual, a Journalism student, and a generally badass person, if I do say so myself.
I roleplay in any genre, as long as it's a plot that I'm interested in and can grasp easily. I mostly play females, but can sometimes play males. If you wanna 1x1, I really wanna do some fxf plots. :>
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"A dance? With you?" Camael cringed in disgust. She shook her head in a vehement negative. "I think not," she snapped, waving her hands around to gesture to the masses that surrounded them. She felt eyes on them, awaiting their next action, so she lowered her voice, "Take your pick of these wretched humans, but leave me be." With that, she turned her back on him and called for the bartender.
"Naughty does not begin to cover it," Camael muttered into her drink. She side-eyed the man, cringing at the sight of his drink. She wanted nothing more than to ignore his existence, but the manners drilled into her wouldn't allow her to cut a conversation so abruptly, no matter how horrible the company was. Apparently, the same couldn't be said about the man as he leaned in close, having no regards for personal space whatsoever. Camael cringed and shifted away before offering a slight nod. "Scoundrel suits you much better, Abe," she gave a slight sneer at the name. "I am Camael, but here I am known as Cameron."
She arched her brow and continued in her usual, rigid tone, "Now, if that is all, please leave."
She arched her brow and continued in her usual, rigid tone, "Now, if that is all, please leave."
True.
My internet and brain are tag-teaming me by not working properly. orz
My internet and brain are tag-teaming me by not working properly. orz
The bartender had just set down her glass of red wine when the demon settled in the suddenly empty area next to her. Camael sneered in disgust and did little to try and hide it from her current company. She felt the pull intensify, but sending a silent prayer above seemed to deliver her from its clutches. The Creator was watching over her battle, and Camael was certain she would not fail Him.
And when the demon spoke, Camael felt the anger bubble up like a volcano awaiting a signal to erupt. "Such folly," she gasped. "The Father has never once failed. It is them that have failed Him." She was letting her disappointment towards men show once more, and she needed to reel it in. She lifted the glass to her lips, preparing for a calming sip, her eyes never omce leaving the danger before her. She felt the warm liquid slide down her throat and strength return to her being. "Leave now, scoundrel," the power in her voice returned and she bristled. She was prepared should things come to blows.
And when the demon spoke, Camael felt the anger bubble up like a volcano awaiting a signal to erupt. "Such folly," she gasped. "The Father has never once failed. It is them that have failed Him." She was letting her disappointment towards men show once more, and she needed to reel it in. She lifted the glass to her lips, preparing for a calming sip, her eyes never omce leaving the danger before her. She felt the warm liquid slide down her throat and strength return to her being. "Leave now, scoundrel," the power in her voice returned and she bristled. She was prepared should things come to blows.
This is a 1x1 rp between bittersweetsymphonia and bosesbjorn. If you're not us, then don't post. Feel free to read though.
I have no idea why I used a Chvrches song for a title but meh.
I have no idea why I used a Chvrches song for a title but meh.
@Malikoy: Ugh yes, she is so damn cute and talented. I wanted a Hufflepuff character and she was the first to come to mind.
When do you think we're starting?
When do you think we're starting?
The miracle didn't last long. -.-v
Anyway, good call on the song. :p
Anyway, good call on the song. :p
The music that blasted through hidden speakers around the enclosed space suddenly took a turn for the slow and low, and Camael knew that it was the work of the demon in her midst. What the demon meant to accomplish with the change was unknown to her, but it soon became apparent that the demon was getting closer. She already felt the soft grasp of temptation pulling at her being, like a sweet tune that lulled you to a sleep that you wouldn't awake from. It felt like comfort in front of the hearth. It was no wonder that the humans fell to its clutches.
The sinners around her seemed to sway in content at the music, falling deeper and deeper into the abyss that was Hell. She would not allow herself to be swayed, especially not by smooth vocals and soothing instrumentals. And never in the presence of a demon.
The pull grew stronger, creeping up Camael's system like a vicious snake. She shook it off, sending a silent prayer to the Creator above. This demon was strong if his presence could cause such discomfort to an angel as high up in the hierarchy as Camael, and she hated it. She knew from the very beginning that entering this pit of sin was a mistake, but stubborness and curiousity had pushed her in. And now, she would pay for it. She would be around a demon, but not have a way to dispose of him.
She saw him then, moving through the masses as if he was Moses and the club was the Red Sea. She almost scoffed at herself, comparing such a wretched creature to a prophet of the Creator.
The sinners around her seemed to sway in content at the music, falling deeper and deeper into the abyss that was Hell. She would not allow herself to be swayed, especially not by smooth vocals and soothing instrumentals. And never in the presence of a demon.
The pull grew stronger, creeping up Camael's system like a vicious snake. She shook it off, sending a silent prayer to the Creator above. This demon was strong if his presence could cause such discomfort to an angel as high up in the hierarchy as Camael, and she hated it. She knew from the very beginning that entering this pit of sin was a mistake, but stubborness and curiousity had pushed her in. And now, she would pay for it. She would be around a demon, but not have a way to dispose of him.
She saw him then, moving through the masses as if he was Moses and the club was the Red Sea. She almost scoffed at herself, comparing such a wretched creature to a prophet of the Creator.
We all have our moments. For me, that was it. :p
And I'm really surprised my internet is still working. It was supposed to go out earlier... Huh.
And I'm really surprised my internet is still working. It was supposed to go out earlier... Huh.
Camael straightened her clothing - simple and light. Even from two blocks away, she could feel the sin emanating from the establishment. It was like a live tumor, something that would devour her completely should she let even a tiny bit of it touch her person. A virus, chaotic and unrelentless, it had already claimed the establishment as its own. Cleansing it in the name of the Creator would be a difficult task, and should a lower ranking angel have entered there, she was certain that they would have fallen to the temptation it offered.
But she was different. She was a Seraph, stronger and closest to the Creator. Standing in front of the establishment, she was certain she would be able to overpower whatever heinous and malevolent spirit it would have to offer.
Oh, how wrong she was. She'd only set one foot into the club when she was assaulted with all the blasphemous thoughts of all that was inside. She couldn't even bear the wrongdoings some of them have done. Infidelity. Immorality. Murder. Her heart wept, not for the humans that found pleasure in canoodling in the palace of haram, but for the Creator who had given His unconditional and undying love for these blasphemous ingrates.
She shook her head but pushed on. She had to do her best to save whatever she could of this place, despite wanting to simply damn the entire establishment. It was her duty, and she could never turn her back on the very creatures the Creator loved so. She sat herself at the bar, cringing at the sleazy men and slutty women that littered it. Even the bartender reeked of sin, and when she was asked what she'd wanted to drink, she simply said she wanted wine. That was the closest she could get to something holy in a place like this. The bartended shot her a look, but went to retrieve her drink nonetheless.
In the meantime, Camael turned to face the mesh of bodies that was the dancefloor. It was then that she felt it - that dark, deadly feeling. A demon was in the area.
But she was different. She was a Seraph, stronger and closest to the Creator. Standing in front of the establishment, she was certain she would be able to overpower whatever heinous and malevolent spirit it would have to offer.
Oh, how wrong she was. She'd only set one foot into the club when she was assaulted with all the blasphemous thoughts of all that was inside. She couldn't even bear the wrongdoings some of them have done. Infidelity. Immorality. Murder. Her heart wept, not for the humans that found pleasure in canoodling in the palace of haram, but for the Creator who had given His unconditional and undying love for these blasphemous ingrates.
She shook her head but pushed on. She had to do her best to save whatever she could of this place, despite wanting to simply damn the entire establishment. It was her duty, and she could never turn her back on the very creatures the Creator loved so. She sat herself at the bar, cringing at the sleazy men and slutty women that littered it. Even the bartender reeked of sin, and when she was asked what she'd wanted to drink, she simply said she wanted wine. That was the closest she could get to something holy in a place like this. The bartended shot her a look, but went to retrieve her drink nonetheless.
In the meantime, Camael turned to face the mesh of bodies that was the dancefloor. It was then that she felt it - that dark, deadly feeling. A demon was in the area.
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