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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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Bump because of the new Pokemon RP (linked in the first post)
So, I tried this rp in a different site. I got some interest, but there were problems. So, here I am, trying this here. I just wanna see if there's interest, and if there is, I'll probably put up an ooc after my midterm exams (around the weekends, i guess). I'm thinking this would be low casual. Any takers?
"Now, now, darling," Silas sing-songed as he watched Yolanda fidget. As much as he would have loved to think otherwise, he knew this wasn't because of his charms. No, something else was bothering the beauty before him, and somehow, he had a feeling as to what it was. He was hearing Alpha's hurried words through his earpiece, but ignored them as they weren't addressed to him. The situation out there wasn't getting any better, but he wasn't about to tell Yolanda that. Tension would only lead to more tension, and he didn't want that. So he smirked and continued, "I know I'm a successful ladies' man."
Camael's eyes widened at the contact, not expecting something like this. Of course, she had kissed him first, but that was only because it was necessary. This? This was something else. Something extraordinary. It lit a fire from inside her - a fire that she didn't want to extinguish. It was with this thought, and the warmth that overtook her, that she held him close and deepened their connection.
Camael hurried to Abaddon's side as the light vanished and he dropped into the ground. He looked as though he'd just rode the fastest and highest rollercoaster in history as a mortal - with adrenaline pumping through his veins as though he wouldn't wake up tomorrow. She sunk to her knees beside him, hands immediately seeking solace on each of Abaddon's cheeks. She searched his face for any sign of pain, but oddly, what she found was relief. Confused endlessly, she called out his name, "Abe?"
Silas just chuckled. Yolanda seemed to have returned to her earlier attitude - prior to getting to know each other. Well, Silas supposed, they really hadn't gotten each other that well yet. He hoped there would be time for that later, but he wouldn't hold his breath. "People have said I cook like a god," he stated proudly, his chest puffing out before him. It was true, though. In the gang, he was the one cooking them up meals that were leagues better than the mush they'd all grown up with. It was a bit of a surprise that Silas seemed to have a knack for flavour, but it was definitely a welcomed surprise. If he couldn't woo a girl with his charms - which was near to never - he could just place a dish before them and panties would drop. He held his hands up defensively. "Hey. I'll keep my hands to myself if you will."
Camael blinked her eyes open and watched as Abaddon mimicked her actions - doing something he probably hadn't done in a very very long time. It made something stir in her heart. She was witnessing miracle after miracle, and for an angel, that shouldn't have been something new. But this - this moment taking place before her very eyes - this was something she was sure to be one for the books. She hadn't expected for light to literally burst forth from the demon and her horrified gasp had been testament to that. Her hands moved without her will, wanting to grab onto Abaddon to make sure that he was okay. She hadn't even come close to touching him before she was blown away - her wings sprouted to protect her from a harmful landing and retracted as quickly as they appeared. Her thoughts weren't on her own safety, though. They were on Abaddon's, and her eyes wouldn't leave him. "Please," she pleaded, "don't hurt him."
Silas smirked, as though he'd expected something like Yolanda's answer. Of course, he hadn't, but the ladies never needed to know that. All they had to see was his charming, boyish grin and listen to him compliment them until it was enough to get in their pants. After that, as per usual, he would disappear from their lives - as if their one night of heaven had been nothing but a dream. That was his usual go-to route, but he wanted something different with Yolanda. His smirk dropped, and in its place, a more sincere smile arose. "I'd ask you out for lunch, but I'm pretty sure you wouldn't appreciate a dine and dash." His eyes twinkled with glee as he placed a hand on the bridge of his nose - straightening an invisible pair of glasses. "How about I just cook for you instead? I swear, no stranger danger here."
Camael continued to watch, wondering what was going on in the demon's mind. She could feel a change in his psyche, though - a beautiful change, and she couldn't help but smile. Her hand connected in front of her chest, palms together, as she sent a prayer of her own. She apologized for interrupting, but sent her thanks for the Creator's aid and her hope for Abaddon. He wasn't the best person she'd ever met, but he was someone worth the redemption. Camael's eyes found Abaddon again, and her smile grew.
Name: Kyrie Axesurge Age: 21 Gender: Female Race: Human Appearance: She has wavy, sunset red hair that falls just below her shoulders. Her eyes are almond-shaped, almost like a cat's, and is a bright green. Her body is petite, but she's formed a bit of muscle around her arms and legs, but they aren't that apparent. She is average in height, with a tanned skin tone. She has a tattoo of a rune depicting wrath on her right arm. She also has a number of scars all over her body, varying in shapes and sizes. On the middle of her chest is the binding rune between her and Rozena. Abilities:
  • Street-smarts – Kyrie grew up in the slums and surrounded by people who taught her the ins and outs of the entire city. She knows its layout like the back of her hand and often uses this knowledge to her advantage by staging ambushes on her enemies.
  • Extremely Agile – Kyrie is fast on her feet and can outrun almost anybody. Her naturally petite body, and her years of practice allows her to move swiftly even whilst carrying heavy loads or being stuck in tight places. Parkour is also something that she utilizes.
  • Thievery – Kyrie may not be called a master thief, but her skills are damn close. Kyrie's hands are swift as she passes by you – already leagues away when you notice that your wallet is missing.
  • Observation – Every time Kyrie enters a place, her first thought is of an exit. She's not a master tactician, but her observation skills allow her to anticipate an opponent's move to a certain extent. She's also well-versed in people's body language.
  • Languages – During her years as a thief in the busiest market in the world, she's picked up on the various languages used by the people there. She's far from fluent, but she can understand her fair share of words.
  • Rozena – Kyrie can call upon the help of Rozena to enchant her weapons, heal her, and provide her with a boost of strength. It requires a charge period of ten seconds, which opens her and Rozena up for attack. Kyrie doesn't often use this, as Rozena's death would also result in her death and calling upon the goddess is far too risky.
  • Others – She has a deathly accurate aim. Her eyes are also well adjusted to dark areas.
Weaknesses:
  • Rozena – Rozena is her number one weakness. While the goddess often hides from a fight, there are times when she can be targeted. As Rozena's fate is tied to Kyrie's, her death would result in Kyrie's death as well.
  • Strength – Kyrie isn't very physically strong, and should an opponent grab a hold of her, it would be difficult for her to escape.
  • A scar on the lower left of her ribs – Kyrie's scar there is a long gash that she received during a battle. It wasn't healed properly. A direct hit to the area surrounding it is extremely painful for Kyrie, sometimes even rendering her unconscious.
  • Foul mouth – Kyrie isn't one to filter the words she says and often blurts out expletives that angers authoritative figures around her. Her lack of filter also often gets her into skirmishes with fellow thieves.
  • Pride – Often, Kyrie can't stop herself from showing off. It sometimes allows her opponent to strike her with her guard down, or easily counter her sloppy movements. She's also not one to concede defeat easily, especially when it's against someone she hates or looks down on.
  • Lack of formal training – Kyrie learned from what she saw and adapted as she grew up on the street. As such, she is unaware of various techniques used by those with formal training.
Equipment:
  • Head: A dark grey hood that hides most of her face while still allowing her full sight of her opponents.
  • Body: A dark grey sleeveless tunic that is form-fitting.
  • Hands: Her hands and arms are wrapped in slightly dirty bandages.
  • Feet: She wears dark boots with light soles.
Weapon(s): A dagger. She also uses a couple of throwing knives for long-range combat. Item(s): A tiny bottle of clear blue liquid that she took from a magical fountain. It is said to completely revitalize any who drink it. Backstory: Kyrie grew up as a typical street-rat, abandoned by her parents at birth and left to fend for herself. She grew up surrounded by chaos, filth, and death. Her meals came from scraps that she fought the other street-rats for. She'd never had anyone to depend on, just people she watched from afar and attempted to mimic. Kyrie often got into skirmishes that sometimes came very close to costing her her life. She always came out alive, one way or another. When she was twenty and was already one of the big names in the city's underground – despite still being a street-rat – one of the people she pissed off had her ambushed and killed. Luckily for her, a goddess – Rozena – had just been ripped of her immortality. As per usual when a god is deemed unworthy, they are bound to a mortal so that if the mortal dies, so do they. Kyrie was Rozena's mortal. Both of them didn't want to die, so Rozena used the last of her powers then to heal Kyrie. A year has passed since then and the bond between the two has grown stronger than ever. Kyrie still wishes for nothing more than to merely survive.
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