BlackPanther

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

yay lol that should be fun... currently i am waiting for a response then we can go from there :)

The City Of The Fallen §eraphim

*Once done with burying the bodies Uzza walks back into the inferno his wings pulling back to being hidden a small amount of perspiration on him since he buried the bodies deep in that clear area to ensure that they are never found. He then takes up stuff to clean the floor with the others. His cloak having been taken off exposes muscles that were hidden. Along with perspiration a small amount of dirt is on his shirt*

*Barachiel now slowly looks up done with his moment of silence. then he realizes where he is and gets somewhat worried. He shakes off the worry and looks around now keeping an eye out but not spotting any fallen. Not seeing any he relaxes and starts walking. He knows he is fairly deep into the city but he figures as long as he acts as if he belongs he should be okay*

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

@Dirty Pretty Lies
they are so opposite too XD it'd be so funny

Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

@Dirty Pretty Lies
All the science! :D and Abel is missing a soulmate currently... and that would be an interesting pairing XD

The City Of The Fallen §eraphim

*Uzza lands outside of the inferno apparently on the way back he had also changed. His leather ensemble is replaced by a t shirt and jeans his boots still there the only weapon he has now are his knives. He walks inside his wings still out because he sees no reason to hide them when he is just going to grab bodies and fly back and forth he hefts up more bodies and turns*

*Barachiel is still looking up at the moon wondering who of the light the darkness claimed. He slowly tears his gaze away and looks down giving what appears to be a moment of silence for the lost angel. He has his somber moments. Of course this means he isn't paying attention to what is happening around him*

Modern Witch Hunt

@King Tai
*Malcolm finishes the steak and with a small smile tosses both steaks something he does with salem every morning. Salem leaps into the air going from cat to Lion catching the steaks as he lands on the floor gnawing on the large steaks that were cooked for him his large black self majestic to say the least. Malcolm then looks at the girl with a raised eyebrow* "I don't have any cereal... the protein in the eggs is good for you though" *Salem is making happy lion noises as he eats the steaks*

The City Of The Fallen §eraphim

*Uzza pulls down the hood now that his memory has passed and looks at the angel, his charge , and the other fallen then back at Sera. He gives a small sigh and stands he picks up a couple of bodies looks outside teleports outside the door and unfurls his large wings before shooting up... apparently he is going to help clean up. He flies a bit of distance to an empty lot and starts digging a hole with a shovel he finds his strength coming in handy to make this job go faster. He dumps those bodies into the hole and covers it before digging another for the next few bodies*

*Barachiel finds himself walking outside. The cooler night air feeling nice again him. His blaring white outfit of t shirt jeans and combat boots making him stand out in the night along with a bright white rose tucked into the chest pocket on his shirt. He stands out so badly. What makes him stand out more is the arm bracers and the belt with the coiled whip and the dagger. He stops looking up at the blood moon with a hint of sorrow on his face. he wished that more could cling to the light instead of letting go and being enveloped by the darkness. It seemed like the easy way out to him. He sighs still looking at the moon, with no charge currently he is simply wandering.*

The City Of The Fallen §eraphim

Name:Barachiel (nickname Bar)
Apparent Age:23
Race: Seraphim
Appearance:Click me (Blode hair Bright blue eyes)
Wings:Large white fluffy wings with blue tips

Viture:diligence

Possessions: white t shirts, white collared shirts, white pants, white jeans, preserved white roses, white shoes (formal and combat boots) dagger with golden roses that make up the hilt, a large sword also with golden roses that make up the hilt, a white and gold whip (he has the dagger at all times) steel arm braces that he wears at all times
Residence:large two bedroom condo with white furniture... sparse pops of blue, large chest where he keeps his weapons with a lock when he isn't using them and an anvil

Skills: melee weaponry, defense (use of arm braces like shields... think wonder woman), Blacksmithing, first aid, whip use

Seraphim Powers: Flight, empathy, healing, Shape Shift (Dove), Virtue Touch (what ever your virtue you project that to one person by skin to skin contact) - Pick 2 additional - Inhuman Strength, Inhuman Speed

Demeanour: Obnoxious for an angel of the light along with being quick with the sarcasm and come backs and stubborn beyond all reasoning

History:Originally he tried changing his charges by treating them as such. Soon he started to realize that doing so actually made it more difficult. So he started treating each charge like a younger sibling realizing that treating them like something equal made a difference. With that in mind he has come to earth on his own many times in order to make sure he is able to be more "human".As he continues to do so his persona became more sarcastic, more obnoxious and even more stubborn. Allowing for very few of his own kind to tolerate being around him. He has lost very few charges and each time he has instead of falling he clings harder to the light. For these reasons he is usually given the most difficult charges and to him that is most important. He is well known to defend his charges with lethal force only if necessary and for some reason he always seems to have a white rose tucked into a pocket.

The City Of The Fallen §eraphim

@Lady Amalthea
alright :D

The City Of The Fallen §eraphim

Name:Barachiel (nickname Bar)
Apparent Age:23
Race: Seraphim
Appearance:Click me (Blode hair Bright blue eyes)
Wings:Large white fluffy wings with blue tips

Viture:diligence

Possessions: white t shirts, white collared shirts, white pants, white jeans, preserved white roses, white shoes (formal and combat boots) dagger with golden roses that make up the hilt, a large sword also with golden roses that make up the hilt, a white and gold whip (he has the dagger at all times) steel arm braces that he wears at all times
Residence:large two bedroom condo with white furniture... sparse pops of blue, large chest where he keeps his weapons with a lock when he isn't using them and an anvil

Skills: melee weaponry, defense (use of arm braces like shields... think wonder woman), Blacksmithing, first aid, whip use

Seraphim Powers: Flight, empathy, healing, Shape Shift (Dove), Virtue Touch (what ever your virtue you project that to one person by skin to skin contact) - Pick 2 additional - Inhuman Strength, Inhuman Speed

Demeanour: Obnoxious for an angel of the light along with being quick with the sarcasm and come backs and stubborn beyond all reasoning

History:Originally he tried changing his charges by treating them as such. Soon he started to realize that doing so actually made it more difficult. So he started treating each charge like a younger sibling realizing that treating them like something equal made a difference. With that in mind he has come to earth on his own many times in order to make sure he is able to be more "human".As he continues to do so his persona became more sarcastic, more obnoxious and even more stubborn. Allowing for very few of his own kind to tolerate being around him. He has lost very few charges and each time he has instead of falling he clings harder to the light. For these reasons he is usually given the most difficult charges and to him that is most important. He is well known to defend his charges with lethal force only if necessary and for some reason he always seems to have a white rose tucked into a pocket.