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Current Space: The final frontier. The womb: The first frontier. Somewhere between those two: the ocean.
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6 yrs ago
Lost? Confused? Lacking direction? Need to find a purpose in your life?
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"Michael, the other suitors are arriving. You do not wish to be late." An Angel said to the First of The Fallen. Michael stood atop a cliff as he watched over the sanctuary he had built in the mountains. He wasn't trying to marry the Princess for power or love. Instead, it was to prevent another faction from gaining the alliance. [color=EEFF25]"Then ready my Legion."[color]. The Angel who had addressed Michael was Uriel. One of Michaels closest siblings. An Angel also from one of the highest spheres of heaven. "They await your order, Brother," Uriel responded. "Good. Look after Ashaehina, Uriel. I fear a war is coming."

Michael clenched his hand around a metal circle that appeared in his hand. It was intricate. Ornate. The weapon was a gate key. Created in the forges of Ashaehina, to allow the Legions to travel vast distances in an exceedingly short time. "Legion of Fallen. Warriors of Ashaehina. Fly with me. We go now to secure the Alliance." With that, the celestial threw the disk like a frisbee. It flew about twenty-five metres before it tilted up and started hovering. The flat side of the disk facing Michael. It started to glow as nearly three hundred lower angels walked up behind Michael. There were a few higher angels amongst them to work as field commanders, but the vast majority were lower angels. "Twelve Angels will join me. The rest, wait half an hour, then create your own gate. Wait outside the city limits. Set up camp. Stay close, but do not interfere. Set up a pylon so we may send messages back to Ashaehina." With his orders spoken, he extended his wings. Large white feathered wings. The twelve lower angels that were at the front of the crowd also extended their wings. All white feathered. Michael lept of the cliff and spread his wings. Catching a gust of wind that carried him, and the Angels that followed him through the gate.




At the Princess's castle, a circle of energy appeared above the castle entrance and thirteen winged figures emerged. The leading figure, clad in golden armour, while the other twelve were clad in silver armour. The figures circled the courtyard a bit, before figure clad in gold, and two of the ones in silver glided down to land at the door. With the ten remaining figures still circling the courtyard from above. The three on the ground folded away their wings. The figure in golden armour was Michael. He strode forward to politely interject in the conversation between who appeared to be the Princess, a Guard, and a suitor. The two lower angels hung back so as not to interrupt.
Michael knelt down, next to where Desmond was standing. "Your Majesty." He said as he bowed his head. "Sorry to intrude, on your introductions to this..." He looked sideways to the human who could barely talk. He made a mental note to send a lower angel to gather information on this man. He assumed he must be a suitor because he was so nervous, but not one he should worry about just yet. He didn't appear to be from one of the other major factions. "Fellow guest." He said before turning back to the princess. "I am Michael of Ashaehina." He gestured to the two angels standing a little distance back, then up at the ten circling the courtyard. "And they are my personal guard." Michael stood up. "The Angels of Ashaehina request an Alliance, and I was sent o secure it." He raised his arms out to either side. "I have nothing to hide. Your people may search my people for weapons, as a sign of trust. I come unarmed."

Narrakas Marrhith



Narrakas is a little plump for a Dragonborn. A trait that didn't really lend itself to physical combat. So instead, Narrakas turned to magic. Not particularly dark magic, just most forms of magic. He spent years inside the nearly every library in the land, trying to find a way to become a powerful wizard. He found various spells and forms of magic which he learned and perfected some. In the magical research groups, he became somewhat of a legend. A fat Dragonborn, gifted in the Arcane Arts. There were even rumours he had solved magical puzzles left unsolved for hundreds of years. These were, in fact, false, as people just saw him and assumed he was doing great things. A little embellishing never hurt anyone. That wasn't to say he wasn't an unskilled wizard. He knew his trade and practised it well. When he received word a prince was gathering an adventuring party, he figured he'd tag along. Test his mystic arts in battle, and maybe loose a few pounds along the way.



I'm interested and read you were accepting applicants again. I just got a few questions about the role play and a possible character concept before I fill out a character sheet.
So, I was wondering about a Demon character. But before you all start yelling and bullying me, at least hear me out. I do not plan for some demon who resembles Satan. Definitely not some lord of Hell. I'm trying to make it as balanced as I can while retaining some Demonic flair.
So, I'm not sure how much Demon Lore has been explored in the RP itself, so I'll just put forward my concept. If it doesn't match the lore, I'll work on something else.
Full disclosure, this is based pretty heavily on the game Demon: The Fallen by White Wolf Publishing.
I also concede that while demons may be a thing, they may be separate to Fallen.
I guess that's enough procrastinating. I better get onto my actual character concept proposal.

So, the general gist is that Demons/Fallen are spiritual beings that bind to a host that is has a weak soul. Normally someone close to death. The binding reeks havoc on a Demon/Fallen's mind. The extent of the damage varies. Some Demons/Fallen don't even know what they are. Its the mixing of memories and emotions that ruin the Demon/Fallen's mind. It is this mental trauma (so to put it) that protects the Demon/Fallen from the torment of Hell.
So, generally, if you read the links about Demon/Fallen I have already used, you should understand how it works. Be aware though that I intend on playing as not knowing that he is Fallen. Starting out with limited to no lores, and without access to the Apocalyptic Form.




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