"I do not wish for a fancy palace, Abaddon," Camael stated, albeit with a soft smile on her face. She followed Abaddon, hands tucked behind her back. She realized she'd been doing that for a while now. She always found herself facing Abaddon's back, following his lead. Being an angel, she'd been taught that everything happened for a reason. What was the reason for her sight always being the man's back? Was that some sort of symbolism that she would always be following him? Following him to where though? To salvation? Or to damnation?
She shook her head and sped up her pace so that she was side by side with Abaddon. That seemed better. "I never pegged you as the kind to live in an abandoned house."
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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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"Oh, I am happy," Silas announced, a smirk adorning his features. "Ecstatic, even. It's not every day I can sit next to such a lovely lady."
He stretched hus arms, feeling them cramp from not being used in so long. Deciding to trust his companion a little bit, he let the gun rest against the wall. He grinned as he peeked out the safe door. "What's taking them so long?" He was actually getting a bit worried. If things went sour, people might get hurt. Colin might get hurt. Slanie might get hurt. And there was a small chance Yolanda might be too.
He stretched hus arms, feeling them cramp from not being used in so long. Deciding to trust his companion a little bit, he let the gun rest against the wall. He grinned as he peeked out the safe door. "What's taking them so long?" He was actually getting a bit worried. If things went sour, people might get hurt. Colin might get hurt. Slanie might get hurt. And there was a small chance Yolanda might be too.
Camael, cheeks still tinted pink, ducked out of their enclosed space and into the main library where the humans lurked. Some shot the two of them looks, and Camael knew they thought they'd done more than talk while away from their prying eyes. She wanted to shout and tell them they were wrong, but that would only cause trouble. Sucking in a breath through clenched teeth, Camael hurried out of the library. Once outside, she let the cold air calm her nerves. Once she was sure she'd gathered herself well enough, she turned to Abaddon.
"Do you have a home here on earth? We need someplace where we can be absolutely certain no one will interrupt us," she stated.
"Do you have a home here on earth? We need someplace where we can be absolutely certain no one will interrupt us," she stated.
Sweet. Here's my character. Just tell me what to write in the kingdom.
Name: Lux Gluz
Age: 23
Kingdom: Valk
Position: Commoner | Blacksmith
Appearance:
Personality:
An avant garde by nature, Lux is someone who can't be tied down by rules or tradition. Impulsive, reckless, and explosive are often words associated with her. She's also steadfast, determined, and hard working. It takes some time to get in her good side, but it's well worth the effort.
History:
Born to a blacksmith, Lux grew up surrounded by weapons. She learned how to wield a sword at a young age, taught by both her father and her two brothers. She continued to train hard everyday as she grew up, learning various techniques and styles to fight. She also learned how to craft them, marveling at the beauty that could be created from something ugly. Lux's mother, a magi working for the noble family, expected Lux' brothers to continue her legacy. She had been devastated when neither of the boys showed any signs of inheriting the magical ability. She hadn't expected for Lux to be the one to gain the power to control an element.
Lux's hatred for tradition grew apparent when she found out her ability. Unlike most who discovered it at a young age, Lux had only tapped into that part of her when she'd reached the age of twenty. She was already working as a blacksmith and quite adept at the sword, so she never really had much of an interest with magic. It seemed, though, that her mother would have none of that. For a year, Lux's mother took her away from civilization to cultivate her abilities. A year of harsh, daily training allowed Lux to grasp her magic better, and to develop a new found acceptance for it.
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Name: Lux Gluz
Age: 23
Kingdom: Valk
Position: Commoner | Blacksmith
Appearance:
Personality:
An avant garde by nature, Lux is someone who can't be tied down by rules or tradition. Impulsive, reckless, and explosive are often words associated with her. She's also steadfast, determined, and hard working. It takes some time to get in her good side, but it's well worth the effort.
History:
Born to a blacksmith, Lux grew up surrounded by weapons. She learned how to wield a sword at a young age, taught by both her father and her two brothers. She continued to train hard everyday as she grew up, learning various techniques and styles to fight. She also learned how to craft them, marveling at the beauty that could be created from something ugly. Lux's mother, a magi working for the noble family, expected Lux' brothers to continue her legacy. She had been devastated when neither of the boys showed any signs of inheriting the magical ability. She hadn't expected for Lux to be the one to gain the power to control an element.
Lux's hatred for tradition grew apparent when she found out her ability. Unlike most who discovered it at a young age, Lux had only tapped into that part of her when she'd reached the age of twenty. She was already working as a blacksmith and quite adept at the sword, so she never really had much of an interest with magic. It seemed, though, that her mother would have none of that. For a year, Lux's mother took her away from civilization to cultivate her abilities. A year of harsh, daily training allowed Lux to grasp her magic better, and to develop a new found acceptance for it.
Preferred Weapon:
Welp, I wasn't planning on joining any rps for now but I kind of love the idea for this. I saw that we can play a Volur from an element not mentioned above. Would it be possible for me to make a character with Lightning as her element?
Silas nodded. "Of course," he announced proudly. He wasn't one to fail in his conquests, and he had a feeling Yolanda would be his best one yet.
"That is true," he muttered, inching a bit closer to Yolanda. "What's this?" He gestured to how she'd sat down beside him. "Don't you know the third date rule?" he teased.
"That is true," he muttered, inching a bit closer to Yolanda. "What's this?" He gestured to how she'd sat down beside him. "Don't you know the third date rule?" he teased.
Camael's eyes widened and her cheeks flushed as she saw Abaddon pick up the book. "Will you stop?" she exclaimed, feeling her blush grow at the man's words. "I'm quite certain that you shouldn't be putting your trust on such an atrocious work. I'm sure whatever you've been doing is good enough." There they were again, the images that seemed to appear whenever the topic of Abaddon's sinful acts came up.
She waved the thoughts away and ducked her head. "C-Can we please get a move on?"
She waved the thoughts away and ducked her head. "C-Can we please get a move on?"
Silas watched as Yolanda showed off her tattoo, and found himself tantalized by the amount of skin shown. Clearing his throat, he let his eyes wander over the ink painted on Yolanda's back. The scene seemed grotesque, not something that Silas expected a woman like Yolanda to have.
Soon enough, Yolanda faced him again. He smirked, catching Yolanda's eyes as he spoke, "I'm sure I'll see the rest soon enough."
He shook his head, smiling rather affectionately. "That's oddly adorable."
Soon enough, Yolanda faced him again. He smirked, catching Yolanda's eyes as he spoke, "I'm sure I'll see the rest soon enough."
He shook his head, smiling rather affectionately. "That's oddly adorable."
Fighting back a smile, Camael arched her brow at Abaddon. "You? Thanking me? Goodness, the world must be coming to an end." She shook her head but let the smile slip. "You're welcome," she finally said.
She stood up and stretched her limbs, bringing them back to life. "Shall we? We could attempt to speak to the Creator from here, but I'm not quite comfortable surrounded by such sinful texts."
She stood up and stretched her limbs, bringing them back to life. "Shall we? We could attempt to speak to the Creator from here, but I'm not quite comfortable surrounded by such sinful texts."
Camael had already forseen that Abaddon would find fault in her plan. It did seem like something that wouldn't work, especially considering Abaddon's status as a demon. But Camael was a Seraph, the closest to the Creator in the choir of angels. She was sure she could do it, and once she'd done so, the Creator might be able to tell them how to save Abaddon.
She turned to Abaddon, fire evident in her eyes. "Have you forgotten? I am Seraph."
She turned to Abaddon, fire evident in her eyes. "Have you forgotten? I am Seraph."
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