June 19th, 2019
Country: United States
November 12, 2017
01/18/2018 06:56 PM
ABSOLUTELY NO ONE LINERS Okay, let's be real people. We all went to school, we all know how to write there is no reason why someone would resort to sending one liners. I require a minimum of mostly three paragraph responses. Let's have our responses have a solid beginning, middle and end like we were taught in school okay? And if you need help figuring out how to send longer responses, talk to me. I'm an author on my spare time. I'd love to help anyone write longer and better material.
NO BAD MOUTHING Which includes no drama no name calling no bullying. You respect me I respect you.
DON'T WASTE TIME Time is valuable and with that being said, when you send me a friend request, you better at least have somewhat of an idea of what you want to roleplay and how; especially now that I have my characters bio up and running. I understand if you need help with discussing and planning for a roleplay but be honest with me and let me know so I can help you. Don't try to make it a thing where I'm the only one trying to figure out a roleplay we can do together. I will delete you because a discussion is a team effort. And if I'm the only one putting in the effort to discuss, then I'll probably be the only one putting in the effort in the roleplay.
MESSAGES VS COMMENTS I always start my conversations, greetings, everything in messages but I can do whatever you want to just communicate that you want to continue in comments and I'll respect that but just tell me what you prefer so I can accommodate.
RL VS RP Real life will always come first for me. I'm 21 years old, with one full time job, a part time job, a business and I now have a wedding to plan. I make time for what's important so if you want my time, make it worth my time. That means that even though I am not selective about who I friend, because I give everyone a chance, I am selective about who I continue to talk to and who I roleplay with so no offense if I don't roleplay with you but the initial talking is honestly an evaluation of the person and if I do not get detailed, well written responses during our initial conversation and or roleplays, I will terminate the conversation.
NO TEXT TALK going back to the time is important thing. If you valued your time, my time, and trusted yourself as an author and roleplayer, you will not send me text talk. And if you do it will be an immediate delete.
01/18/2018 06:55 PM
Angels are all around us. Guardian Angels, Archangels, Earthbound Angels even Fallen Angels walk the Earth without us even knowing it. Earthbound Angels though, have always played a special role without knowing it. Angelic spirits born into a human skin put on the Earth for a specific purpose. Typically they normally lead pretty normal lives as is. They may be a little more perceptive, or natural born leaders. Maybe they know how to motivate large masses of people, or maybe they were better at martial arts without even trying. Regardless to say, Earthbound Angels still lead fairly normal lives. That wasn't the case with Adore. Dilian Banks and Sarah Bianchi were members of a group of illegal scientists and doctors that genetically modify humans to try and create the perfect humanoid species. Adore's parents never actually fell in love. Sarah conceived Adore through a one night stand but when she found out of her pregnancy, she gave the Master Race Organization, the organization she worked for, permission to genetically alter her unborn child. When Adore was born, she was already showing amazing progress for any child in her generation with the tests and modifications they made to her. Because of Adore's success rate, Dilian decided to try to have another child with Sarah thinking that the success had something to do with their genetic code. However, this time, after a few rounds of genetic alterations to the second unborn child, there was an effect that no one was able to predict. The MRO then had a choice of saving the unborn child, or Sarah. They choose to save the unborn child, and Sarah passed shortly after the child was born.
For the first seven years of Adore's life, she was experimented on, and abused, and neglected. She was never given enough food to sustain a healthy life, never saw the sun, and was never taught how to speak or write. The punishments when she acted out were brutal and inhumane. And then, as soon as she was able to stand and wield a weapon, to weed out the weak, she was forced to take part in tournaments that had her fight with other children her age to the death. She won her first tournament when she was three and afterwards was shown what the consequence was if she ever was to lose. She made a promise to herself that day that she would never lose a battle because she didn't want to face the kind of death that awaited her if she lost.
Then, when all hope seemed lost, and her freedom seemed like a dream never to be reached, an undercover guard rescued her and hundreds of other children with the help of an outside rescue force he had put together. That guard, by the name of Connor, adopted Adore and two other children that he rescued that day and nursed the children back to health. Connor taught them language and writing and gave them a life that they could finally start to look forward to. One year after they were freed, they were healed enough and strong enough to travel around the world. Adore went from one martial arts master to another. She started with the Himalayan Mountains then when she was done in the mountains, traveled to China to learn with the Shaolin Monks and master Shaolin and Tai Chi along with four other chinese martial arts. After China, she traveled to Japan to learn from the Samurai and Kunoichi there. And once she felt like she had learned enough, she was thirteen years old and found her way back to the United States where her and her makeshift family built a life for themselves in Florida.
When she was able to settle down, Adore found a martial arts studio that she attended and she quickly proved herself earning more than five black belts and traveled the country competing in martial arts tournaments. She eventually made her first "human" friends which were two twins Samantha and Alexandra Chen who were the daughters of one of the richest families in the world. They quickly became best friends and when it was time for high school to start, they all joined the same school. Got the same schedule, all of them joined cheerleading and were inseparable. One day, sophomore year of high school, the three decided they wanted to go shopping like girls usually did after high school. Little did they know that a few hours into the shopping spree, a gang was planning on shooting up the mall. The sisters were on the bottom floor, going to see Adore again after asking a worker if they had the shirt they wanted in their size. The three of them were separated by a floor level when the shooting happened. Although Adore was able to get there in time to save Samantha, she was not fast enough to save Alexandra and Samantha's sister, was killed during the shooting.
This event drew the attention of news press from all over the world and they stalked Adore's small suburban home trying to get her side of the story because she was the one who saved the mall from a worse loss and took the men out single handed. Eventually, word got back to the MRO and they recognized it was their most promising test subject they were able to produce and they immediately sent an implant to her high school to gain her trust to be able to eventually take her back to the MRO. On homecoming, the plan worked and Adore found herself wrists tied, head aching from a knockout blow in the back of a van on the way back to an MRO base. Connor went after her the moment he found out, but during his rescue mission was murdered and Connor's death sparked a rage in Adore never seen before. When Connor was killed, it was enough to trigger her brain into utilizing 86% of her brains capacity and with all of her newfound strength speed and other unsaid abilities, she killed dozens of the men associated with the MRO and began her escape. She doesn't remember much about that night but that night has always lingered in the back of her head.
After Connor's Death:
After Connor was killed, an order went out through the MRO that everyone who was designed in Adore's generation who had similar genetic blueprints modified into them, were too much of a threat to keep alive and so a massacre took place among everyone even slightly similar to Adore. That was where she knew her fate was going to be intertwined with the MRO and she started to break into the bases and sabotage them in any way she could. She made it her goal in life after that point to do as much damage to the MRO as possible and even started to gather up genetically modified humans who had the same goal in mind as she did to help in her cause.
Well, Angels do have past lives, and Adore has more past lives than most because of her responsibility as an angel. Her angelic spirit was created with the universe as a way to keep peace and harmony in the universe. It's said that if she's killed, the universe will go into darkness for 100,000 years. Of course, being reincarnated is different then death because a soul has to start fresh every now and again so it doesn't degenerate, but she hasn't been killed yet so no one knows if that legend is true. But, as an Angel, Adore, now Aileen, which the name means Light Bearer, has to learn how to control her new abilities, and her new wings.
In the story line, there's a few ways she does become an Angel. She either becomes an Angel after a Fallen Angel attacks her and kills her mortal body, almost killing her Angelic Spirit before Archangel Gabriel steps in and saved her spirit at the expense of her mortal life and she has no choice but to become Archangel Aileen Engel.
Or, something that a lot of the roleplays are doing now is when Adore travels through the portal and goes to a different universe, the portal will modify her just enough so she can fit in with the new universe and sometimes that means she gains her wings in her mortal state for as long as she resides in that universe, or she can utilize her wings but only in the form of pure energy and nothing else.
01/18/2018 06:53 PM
Adore's Basic Information
Human Full Name: Adore Angel
Angelic Name: Aileen Engel
Nicknames/Titles: Human: She Devil, Queen, Angel; Angelic: Angel of Light, Protector of Peace
Race/Homeland: Earthbound Angel or genetically modified human/ European Descent
Occupation: Human: High School student, Mercenary/ Angelic: Protector of Peace
Hair: Human: Long brown hair that reaches her waist with long layers and face framing. Angelic: Same hairstyle but lighter brown with gold highlights throughout.
Skin: Olive Tan
Eyes: Human: Unnaturally bright green; Angel: Bright gold
Markings: A birthmark of an angel taking flight on her left hip, a large x shaped scar over her chest, faded scars on her wrists and back.
Physical Features: Because of how long Adore was malnourished, she has a small framed body that doesn't seem to have a lot of muscle on it at all but because of the genetic modifications, she is actually incredibly strong and she has a perfect hourglass figure that she still works hard to maintain through her love for ballet.
General Happiness: Fairly happy as long as her family is taken care of
Social Level: Human: Because of her past, she doesn't like people at all. She doesn't open up to people and has one person who she can consider her friend. Otherwise, she only goes to social environments when her best friend drags her to them. Angel: She is even less social and even though because of her rank, all angels know of her, all she cares about is fulfilling her role and doing her job right the first time.
Optimistic/Pessimistic: Optimistic. All the way.
Positive Personality Traits: She is very protective, and nurturing. She is incredibly strong willed but has a very mature view on the world.
Negative Personality Traits: She sometimes gets cocky during battles and hates taking orders from other people no matter the circumstance.
Misc Quirks: She is quick on her feet and witty and has learned a sense of humor from her friend Samantha that follows her especially when she is in a particular dangerous or stressful situation that sometimes isn't necessarily appropriate for the situation.
Religion/Philosophy: Even though she is an Archangel, and one of the few people that will report to Archangel Gabriel and possibly the force of the Universe, God itself, she doesn't believe in any higher power and would rather believe in one's own strength to overcome any challenge or to create whatever reality one would like to see created. Another philosophy that she uses all the time is: "It's not fatal until I die," and that will justify most of her crazy, normally fatal ideas for her.
Likes: Ghost Whisperer, Martial Arts, Cheerleading, Family.
Favorite Food: Sushi, Chocolate ice cream and cake
Favorite Drinks: Tea, Hot chocolate
Favorite Colors: Purple and Aqua blue
Dislikes: Arrogance, Needless suffering
Hobbies: Dance, singing, playing instruments, and martial arts doesn't really count because that's more of a way of life for her.
General Character Info:
Relationship Status: Single
Place of Residence: Florida
Place of Birth: Unknown
Enemies: Human: The Master Race Organization Angel: Fallen Angels and anyone who will disturb the peace
Wealth Status: Human:... does blood money count? Angel: Money doesn't matter when your dead and fighting for a larger cause
Character Abilities and Proficiency:
Favored Weapon: Human: Her twin swords Angel: She is still trying to figure that out.
Weapon Skill: Just about master at whatever you give her
Magic Abilities: Human: Because she's genetically modified, she's inhumanely fast, and strong and she can also access up to 86% of her brains capacity if she is in a life threatening, or emotionally uncontrollable situation which makes her almost seem like a God but using that much of her brains capacity slowly kills her. Angel: In past lives she was able to purify an enemies energy to make it her own energy and send it back to them in a form of her making. She is able to channel the universal energy and turn it into something that she can use for herself. She is also able to manipulate the elements and light as well.
Other Information: Human: She has a perfect photographic memory and knows how to speak over fifteen different languages.
Parents: Dilian Banks and Sarah Bianchi
History: (See Bio)
01/15/2018 05:41 PM
The Scar Short Story
The cold cement bit into my skin, the brown dirty fabric they called a dress irritated my all ready bleeding and raw skin. My entire body ached, my ears were still ringing from listening to my own screams. My voice now a hoarse whisper if I even knew how to speak. My head lay against the cement wall, my unnaturally bright green eyes were red from tears I refused to shed as I sat staring up at the ceiling. I didn't know how old I was, what my name was, if I even had a name. I didn't know there was a sun, or plants, or something outside of this hell that I was born into. At my tallest right now, I reached most of the guards knees maybe a little taller, but I was small. So small my bones pressed up against my seemingly paper thin pale skin. I didn't feel the ache in my stomach anymore from malnutrition but my mouth was still dry like sandpaper from dehydration. I wondered if that feeling would eventually go away too?
I heard the click of the cell door being unlocked and one of the children that shared the same cell with me screamed. I pried my gaze away from the ceiling just in time to see two large men coming my way, kicking a young boy out of their path to get to me. Their large muscles bulged against their shirts and pants, and if I didn't know better, I would assume they were genetically modified as well, but their large size and dumb looking, but intimidating facial expressions probably originated from their soulless bodies.
But now came the question, what did they want with me this time? The guards only changed shift six times since the last time I was pulled out of here. They were brutal, but they always gave us enough time between the nightmarish tests and the fatal duals to weed out the weak to gain our strength back again. Usually I had enough strength to at least put up a good fight, but my right arm was still numb from elbow down from the last round of tests they put me through and my limbs still felt too foreign to move. The larger, more intimidating guard reached down with one of his meaty fists grabbing my frail shoulder with one hand to pick me up. I whimpered in pain but didn't struggle as he threw me over his shoulder my ribs screaming in agony as I landed on his solid muscle.
My vision blurred as they took me down hall after hall. The artificial lights burning my eyes every time I tried to focus them. I barely heard the two doors opening, didn't even flinch as the guard grabbed the scratchy material on my back and forcefully threw me to the hard floor. I rolled to my side from the momentum my eyes narrowing on a sharp knife that they had just threw in front of me. Every now and again during these fatal battles, they would give one of the contestants a weapon to see if they had the IQ to figure out how to use it to their advantage. The cold metal blinked in the artificial light, blood stained the blade from years of use and killing. I reached my hand out, my aching fingers curling around the handle of the blade and I got to my knees keeping my head down to gather my swirling thoughts. Blood stained the cement floor I was sitting on, since it wasn't like this organization cared too much about cleaning up after the battles.
My knees shook as I stood up, pain shooting through my entire body my vision not quite right as I grasped the knife in my hand. After the first battle I survived, I promised myself I would never die. Even though I was still a child, and I didn't really understand what death was, I saw what happened to a child once they lost the battle here. I saw what fate would have in store for me if I lost. And on that day, I made it a blood oath that I would not lose here. I would survive to fight for however long it took to gain freedom. Whatever freedom was. I could not lose. That realization impacted my fighting style. It made me more meticulous, more calculating and accurate because even though I came into these knowing I would live, I wanted to make the other person's last moments as quick and painless as possible. But as I centered my thoughts, raised my head, already thinking of ways to end this as fast as possible, I wasn't prepared for who I was to face. My entire world slowed down until it completely stopped all together. And as I stared at my opponent, for the first time in my life, I wasn't afraid of dying. Death would have been better than fighting this battle.
My arms dropped to my sides, totally useless. My green eyes met his bright blue eyes, as he stared and stared at me. His eyes were shining in fear and pain. He was terrified that I was going to kill him. He was desperate to live, he was scared to die. But, I knew I didn't want to kill him. And I was hoping he didn't want to kill me either. If I had to face death, I would have been okay to face death this way.
I didn't know his name, or where he came from, I just recognized him for his dirty blonde hair. Maybe his hair would have been platinum blonde had it not been for the dirt coating it, and maybe he would have had freckles but the dirt covered those as well.
"Fight," one of the scientists observing the dual that was about to take place ordered.
I didn't know a lot of words, only the words we were allows to hear and fight was one of them. It was a warning word. If the two contestants refused to battle, fight was their last warning before the guards came out and killed them both. Even with that demand echoing through my end, even though the fear of dying was almost too much too handle, I knew I had to act to give us a few more moments of life.
Tears ran down my cheeks as I slowly walked towards someone who I could consider a friend. I heard the footsteps of the guards coming near us surrounding us and getting ready for the kill. I ignored them. I ignored all of them. I didn't know how to say goodbye, or how to explain what death was going to feel like, how to comfort either of us, but I knew I would rather die than fight him. And I knew he had to feel the same.
I raised my hand that held the blade I was given with the blade part vertical to my body. I bared my teeth, my hand shaking in fear as I released the blade from my hand, one agonizing muscle at a time. The knife seemed to fall to the ground slowly then normal. Was this what death was like? Slow and brutal? Did the world purposely slow down right before death to make you regret decision you have made up until that point? The entire world came into such perfect clarity. Everything was so clear, every memory, every feeling every movement became slower, every thought sunk into my head like a rock being thrown into a river.
I saw one of the guards raise a hand front the outskirts of the arena, about to order his men to fire, I saw the moment my friends eyes changed to something more primal. The spark of fear was gone, and was replaced with a painful desire to live. I didn't have time to react as I heard him scream, a hair splitting squealing sound as he lunged for the fallen blade. My eyes widened in shock, and I took a step back but I wasn't fast enough. He had already grabbed the blade and was now charging me with it in his hands.
I didn't even have time to defend myself. I felt the rusted blade slice through my chest starting from my right shoulder and ending just below my left breast and again, the other way. I couldn't fight back. Not as my blood flew from the open wound or as my scream of agony broke from my throat. I fell to the cold cement floor feeling my blood, my life force, spilling from me freely. I heard my friend scream and the clatter of the blade landing on the floor. I felt the hilt of it hit my knee and I knew where it had landed immediately. But, I didn't know if I cared.
As my friend continued to scream, and as I lay there slipping further and further away from this world, my vision blurring with every intake of breath, there was a silence that went through the rest of the world. A still calm that had me thinking about my resolve just yesterday that I wouldn't die here. And now I was dying. Images of my past, now seeming so far away flashed into my memory. Children screaming. Blood being spilled. Giant meat grinders made to tear up and destroy the losers of this match. But as my body faded away, I found that I maybe didn't care anymore.
"Test Subject 01-4382 is winner of this match," I heard one of the scientists announce.
My heart skipped a beat as I realized that means that I was dead.
"Get up," someone ordered me from far away.
The voice was feminine and her voice sounded like a beautiful lullaby. But instead of lulling me deeper into the darkness that beckoned me, it brought me closer to the light. To where life and pain resided.
"I know you're life is brutal right now, I know you don't know of another way of life, and death may seem like a better alternative, but you are here for a bigger reason, my Keeper of Light. You must fight to survive. Fight to grow up and to become stronger. The people of the world need you. They need your light. Fight. And live. The peace of the entire world will rest in your hands. Fight,"
I didn't understand what the women was saying, but I understood that I had to fight. I felt a soft hand brush my cheek and a healing warmth spread over my body giving me the strength I needed to feel my body again. My hands formed into fists at my sides as I tested how put together my body was. My body wasn't very put together but it could last. I could make due. My eyes shot open, and I remembered immediately where the knife was laying. I lunged for the blade, my bloodied hand wrapping around the hilt of the dagger. I screamed in pain, in sorrow, in agony as I lunged to kill the person who was supposed to be my friend.
He wasn't expecting it. One minute he was sitting on the cement floor, crying as the guards started to slowly approach us and the next, I had the dagger embedded into his chest hilt deep. There wasn't as much blood as I thought there would be, and as his blue eyes gazed back at me, red from the tears he had shed, I saw something in his eyes as his life faded from them. His blue eyes softened, and he went slack before falling away from me. I let go of the hilt and stumbled backwards. His eyes wide open staring up at the ceiling, up to a heaven I couldn't see, a world where this hell wasn't a place.
I stared at his dead, lifeless body for a few heartbreaking moments, my hands started to shake and breathing became difficult. The scientists said something, but I couldn't hear what they had said. I lifted my hands up to see the blood staining them and that was when the reality hit. I had killed my friend and now I was living. I was alive and he was dead. I was alive and he was dead.
The emotions kept spinning around and around in my head, my hands grasping for my bleeding chest like I was trying to put myself back together again. My head was reeling and spinning and the whole world started to tilt and dance and I fell on my butt. My eyes blurred with tears and before I could stop myself, or control myself, I screamed. A blood curling, bone shattering scream.
I didn't remember how long I screamed, or when I was picked up. I didn't remember where I was being taken to, or who was taking me there. I don't remember going back to a cell, and I don't remember feeling anything. For a long time, the entire world was black.
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