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004. ``` The spirit of radio.Play that song that's so elusive.www.aniroleplay.com/LightfallVaggie was ready to scream. The chaos in the hotel was driving her nuts. It wasn't enough that these people were trashing the place. But the fact Alastor was seemingly just enjoying the madness.And, finally. She had enough. "Out. I can't put up with this anymore! Angel, sweetie. Please. Just take the others out. I don't care where. I need a few bit of peace!"Of course, when they all left, including the staff. It meant Vaggie was stuck alone, but, since the battle she felt isolated. Left alone by the others or, simply shunned for what she was? She wasn't sure. Was she just imagining it, her self loathing simply conjuring another demon to battle with? Or, was it reality. With the chaos they'd left her with though. Vaggie had to clean. Usually, Niffty's job. But. . . Perhaps she'd simply use the chance to get the frustration out of her system.Vaggie breathed out. It was time to get to work but she needed something else. Something loud. Anything to just. Get ger mind off things. Off the deal. Off everything. She headed upstairs, grabbing a record. The one positive of Als own specific musical and stylistic tastes, the vinyls she had in her room were easy to play pretty much anywhere. And there was a decent record player downstairs. Al would likely not approve of the musical selection but, he was gone like the rest. Slipping the record out of its sleeve as she arrived on the main floor, she placed it on the player, let the needle touch the record, and the roar of Neal Pearts drums and the guitar of Alex Lifeson roared out,as she began to clean. Geddy Lees vocals echoing in her mind and reminding her of better times."Know your place in life is where you want to beDon't let them tell you that you owe it all to meKeep on looking forward, no use in looking 'roundHold your head above the crowdand they won't bring you down"Vaggie's hands moved as she picked up garbage left by angel and fat nuggets. She couldn't get too mad at those two. She was glad for the change in Angel, becoming less fake around them. He still gave her plenty of sh*t, but in the sweetest way he was capable of. And, she had begun to appreciate his charm.'You can tell me that I got no classLook around, you'll see who's laughin' lastDon't give me speeches 'cause they're oh so drollLeave me alone, let me rock and roll' As Vaggie moved, her body swaying lightly as the music carried her through the work, she remembered Adam, and Lute, she was glad that they weren't in her life. With the passing of time the way they treated her was more obviously abusive at the best of times. Cruel at the worst. But there were happy moments too. Laying around after a day of training with the two, Adam selecting an album like London Calling or Screaming For Vengeance. Whatever they needed, he seemed to know the songs for the occasion. And they always put Vaggie in a good mood, she could tell the same was true for Lute. In another world the three would have been as close as she was with Charlie. But that wasn't the reality.'The guns replace the plowFacades are tarnished nowThe principles have been betrayedWould dreams gone stale but still let hope prevailHistory's debt won't be repaid'Vaggie moved to the next task, getting rid of the bottles strewn about husks bar. He had a bad habit of storing the old ones, and as she moved her hands, the erratic guitar of the next track made her move faster. It was almost jazzy in its composition. But more modern jazz than what Alastor would have been used to. And as she finished side 1, and moved to flip the record, she felt a shiver at that thought. Like eyes were on her. But, this was typical in the hotel. When one was alone, it seemed everyone felt eyes on them. Sir Pentious had made that clear himself. And as she put the other side of the album on, and heard the opening riff to Fly By Night. . . Her memories of the past flooded back again.'Why try? I know whyThis feeling inside me says it's time I was goneClear head, new life aheadIt's time I was king now, not just one more pawn'Vaggie had listened to this album two days before the most fateful extermination she'd participate in. The one she'd lose her eye, and her status as an angel in. And as the lyrics Lee was singing came to her, as she continued cleaning, her voice began singing along, at first quietly, but growing loud, and proud. Her wings expanding as she took to the roof,"Fly by night, away from hereChange my life againFly by night, goodbye, my dearMy ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend"To anyone listening, it almost sounded like Vaggie was planning on bolting. On ditching it all. That had been her mood, the last time she'd given this record a spin. A desire to flee. To leave heaven behind, but where could she go? She felt trapped. It was in the moments after she'd landed in hell her mind had been made up, she'd not go back up when the cleansing was done. She'd abandon her uniform and hide among the sinners, she couldn't do it anymore. She'd have to put on a show. . . She'd lost, of course. She wasn't an entertainer or actor like Adam or Alastor. She was a fighter. And then, the words to that second verse came from her lips"Moon rise, thoughtful eyesStaring back at me from the window besideNo fright or hindsightLeaving behind that empty feeling insideFly by night, away from hereChange my life againFly by night, goodbye, my dearMy ship isn't coming and I just can't pretend"Charlie had been the thoughtful, and kind eyes that looked back at her, and gave her that fearless feeling, where hindsight no longer mattered. She'd felt empty, before she'd come to hell. She was full of friends. Of joy of laughter and of love. She'd long finished the cleaning, but the song hasn't ended, neither had her singing."Start a new chapter, I find what I'm afterIt's changing every dayThe change of a season's enough of a reasonTo want to get awayQuiet and pensive, my thoughts apprehensiveThe hours drift awayLeaving my homeland, playing a lone handMy life begins today" I will choose a path thats clear, I will choose free will template credit. ```

    [BUNNY]    CONCEPT    The character’s basic position in the story and in her own fictitious existence.    The Hierophant - Divine inspiration. Mercy. Control over spiritual needs. Conformity.    IMPULSE    The character’s wants, needs, instincts, dementias, etc..    Seven of Wands - Beating the odds. Victory over all competition. Winning a fight or struggle.    IDEAL    The character’s beliefs, goals, hopes, fears, morals, etc..    Two of Wands - Creative use of energy. Bringing together ideas. Focusing on a single objective. Working together for a common goal. Unifying forces.    PAST    How the character’s saga began.    Nine of Swords RX - Improved outlook. Better health.    INTERIM    What went on between the Past and the Present. How the character got where he is now.    The Star - Hope. Sign of good things. Renewed faith. Fulfillment in life's pleasures.    PRESENT    The character’s current lot in life.    The Lovers RX - Separation. Division. Conflict.    FUTURE    What is likely to happen to the character in the future.    Page of Cups RX - A selfish person. Secretive. A liar or lazy person.    [FUSE]    CONCEPT    The character’s basic position in the story and in her own fictitious existence.    Nine of Swords RX - Improved outlook. Better health.    IMPULSE    The character’s wants, needs, instincts, dementias, etc..    Queen of Swords RX - Cruel and deceitful. Bad tempered.    IDEAL    The character’s beliefs, goals, hopes, fears, morals, etc..    Ten of Swords RX - Improving situations. A slight edge over one's hardships. A pause in calamity.    PAST    How the character’s saga began.    Two of Swords RX - Flasehoods. Lies. Treachery.    INTERIM    What went on between the Past and the Present. How the character got where he is now.    Knight of Wands RX - Unforeseen disruption. Sudden change of plans. Interruption. Delay.    PRESENT    The character’s current lot in life.    Judgment RX - Fearful of death. Guilty feelings. Worry. Delay.    FUTURE    What is likely to happen to the character in the future.    Six of Swords RX - Inability to break free of bad circumstances. Entrapment in miserable events.I pick the cards at complete random from various points in the deck so how dink ass up there almost got all swords is a mystery 🫠 albeit it's fitting so I guess it worked out.

Perhaps some more information is needed to understand our goddess...Mia is a Goddess of Mercy who is new to the realm of deities, because of this she aims to raise her followers so that her power grows and is able to aid them better. She is not a deity to sit and merely listen but will greet her followers or potential ones to answer their prayers. Which often gets her in trouble, she doesn't think to add rules or limits (but I do) and is easily misused because of this.Her wings and halo can be masked from others gazes to appear like a human female should. But she is a goddess so can not grant one the mercy of children from her. Nor can she revive someone slain for a time. She's scared of the God of Death cause he is uaually grumpy from his 24/7 never ending gig. Wealth, glory or even a bed mate... so long as you plea it will show such mercy to you then she won't think to deny it. But she isn't stupid, just easy to manipulate. Mia can tell when she is dealing with a mortal or dealing with an immortal or even a devil in disguise.  But again if you claim to be in need of mercy she wouldn't hesitate.How to summon Mia?Simple, pray to the Goddess of Mercy and she will descend down to you. Again she doesn't hesitate ...she really lacks common sense being a goddess and what not.Any Kinks?Please ask

“You land dwellers and your steel. Without it, what are you other than a bunch of hairless apes? At least act like the Archons had intended, wield the flow of The Tide without hesitation. Instead of swinging around pointed sticks, why not turn the land to yours with so much as a mere glance?” - Orland Zyph’ra , Captain of The Maiden’s Wing The Land of Kaferia is an airborne nation created from generations worth of magick’d parcels of land being raised as a safe-haven for The Tide Touched who sought escape from The Dark One’s Thorn on the surface of the Galvian Continent. Here magick roams as free as the magicians who would have been in either captivity, or employed by great generals to wage war. Wanderers from all walks of life charter vessels to brave the winds to find themselves on the cobbled streets of Kaferia for the sake of one thing or another, usually escaping the woes of mad wizards’ curses, or the touch of dreamed demons in their influence. Rarely, one may spot orphans looking to apprentice beneath the tutelage of an older magician, or the occasional mercenary looking for an enchantment. Removed from the affairs of surface life, Kaferians consider themselves above the compulsion to serve any throne and instead swear fealty to the Order of The Tide, a collective of magicians who trace their lineage back to the first of the mansions raised to the skies to create what they now walk on. Shailoh known as ‘The Vanguard’ began his journey in this nation, having chartered a vessel with what funds he had gotten from his parents on his eighteenth name day. When he had arrived, a member of The Order of The Tide had met an unfortunate end at the hand of a steel dagger, causing the nation’s lockdown and of course thrusting Shailoh into a conspiracy unlike any the youth had experienced on the surface.  

1. Patience: I have a life outside roleplay including working, alot of errands, gaming and life. So please be patient with me in replies.i have a discord but I don't give it out so quickly until trust is earn.2. drama: its not something i do or plan to deal with. I been in rp since 05 MySpace, I know how bad people get when it comes to drama and the second I sniff it out I will not hesitate to cuss you out if you bring it to me or straight block you.3 kindness for weakness: I am the type to give people a fair chance so you don't have to worry about me pushing mot giving you a chance due to your race, gender or whatever. That being said please respect me as I respect you. If you hate something I said then speck up, if not don't make a big deal out of something that could easily be nothing.4. Rp Length: I don't mind if someone roleplays with long replies or short replies, just make it detailed enough for me to understand.5. timer: if we are rping and it's been 3 weeks to a month with no reply or some sort of update I will conclude you drop the rp and move on. I don't mind waiting since everyone gets busy but at least give a heads up if life hits you.6. No random starters: they Will not be replied too. Please don't do it. My oc can fit in any time line and almost every setting but alot of them feel very forced. Just give me a heads up before sending it.7. No force/godmod: please...don't. If a situation comes that can trap or imprison my character that is fine, same with defeating her but please don't make up stuff as a rp goes along. My oc is very powerful but definitely not Invincible. 8. No force story: i have a total of 3 ocs (pretty much the same character) and I make their stories unique and detailed so I can not accept anything such as my oc being in another family or being married/romance for the sake of the story. So please don't push anything like that.9. rudeness: in rp my character is a evil bitch. She will say rude things, call your character names and belittle you due to her evil nature. If this feels like it is too much you are always welcome to ask me to tone it down. I had many people take it as me being rude myself.10. Timer: Timeru add me theb please send a intro, doeant have to be today or tomorrow but sometime soon. If I don't get one within a week I'll probably end up deleting you. Same with anyone that message me, if I don't get a heads up you need a break or a hiatus I'll end up deleting you. I'll allow readda but only so much till I say nah.(update more rules later)

Basic Info   Name: Shi Amaya Shikimori   Nickname: Nightmare, Azure Empress, Mother Shi (nun path)   Age: 32   Sex: Birth Female/Morph Futa   Alignment: Lawful-evil   Nationality: Shikimori Realm (a Realm full of gods and all creatures alike)   Ethnicity: Black/Asian   Race: Baphomet Demi-God (with over 100 other races inside her that she's eaten)   Sexual Orientation: Asexual   Occupation: Ruling Tyrant, Black market Mercenary, Secret Dark Nun. (currently applying for a nurse job)   Likes: Power, Money/treasure, Being worshipped/having minions.   Dislikes: Gods, Phoenixes, Heroes, Her Family, Amy (Good self), Tomatoes   Favorite foods: Junk foods, meat related food, cheap fast food.   Fears: Her birth father due to trauma.   Characters Inspired by: Urizen (DMC5), Enchantress (DC), Esdeath (Akame ga kill), Arlecchino (Genshin Impact), Freiza (DBZ), Junko (Danganronpa), Featherine, Satanic LorePowers & Abilities   Forms: Base humanoid form, Baphomet Empress (Devilish like boss form)   Weapons: Onimaru (broken Red Samurai sword belong to her real self, only owns 60% of the blade part), Savage hand to hand combat and enhanced super strength   Abilities: Regeneration, giving sleeping people nightmares as a side effect from her aura, Slime Devouring, Various self-cast Azure Magic abilities, Savage hand to hand/katana combat, Teleport, Necromancy (ability to make Immortal zombies that can only be killed with heavy holy attacks or unknown special abilities), Respawn, Time erase (only up to 10 seconds. 30 seconds in Baphomet form), Time stop (limited), Various Hell magic (Baphomet mode), Time Forward (Baphomet mode).   Realm ability: Nightmare Land. A Realm made by her Devouring ability to send her and her opponent into a small suburb city that switches from Misty and quite to hellish and destructive. Anyone Devoured souls stay here, robbing them of heaven or hell. Anyone teleported here by nightmare is stuck fighting her undead minions, Slime monsters who only goal is to devour survivors or other people she allow to stay alive until they went insane and attack anyone on site for survival.   Weaknesses: Phoenixes, heavy holy spells, heavy fire abilities.    Power scaling: Country level-Star level (humanoid) Cosmic ??? (100% Baphomet mode)(Back story coming soon, if you wish to know just ask)

Name: Alexander Rosenthal (Alex for short) Age: 18 Gender: Male (Femboy) Orientation: Bi-Sexual Dom/Sub Role: Switch Height: 5ft 6in Weight: ??? Occupation: College Student Hobbies: Streaming, Video-Chatting, Hanging out Personality: Fun, Chill, Lewd, Funny, Horny Alex is an all around pretty chill guy, loving to stay in a play video games. Though he isn't opposed to going out, and partying every once in awhile. He's a full-time college student, who does web design in his freetime, for a little extra cash. He also loves to stream video games, but he doesn't have a huge following, only about 30 average viewers. One day he hopes to reach 1000 viewers, but it's just something he does for fun. For a bit of extra, extra cash, and to feel a bit of a rush. Alex does have a hidden OF, account where he likes to broadcast/record himself. Obviously Alex lives behind his computer screen, when he isn't dragged out of the house.

warning: horror, dismemberment, delusions, blood The shrill scream from the television screen, the height of orchestral music as the chase began between the masked serial killer and the last girl. Purely living because of plot armor, chance, and not having had sex at camp we-should-have-left-the-mountain-folk-alone. It was a B movie and had some gimmick camp kills. Minami thought the toss into the campfire coated in chocolate and marshmallows was a sweet way to go. The thrill was there; that was all she needed for this date night. "Oooh, she's gonna trip!" She whispered, feeling the warm hand squeeze at her exposed thigh from her bejeweled mini-skirt.  "See!" A sickening crack of bone, a whimper from the last girl, crawling desperately as the killer crept at an agonizingly slow pace--was he trying to have her away or what? Finger playing with the hem of the jean skirt, her breath did catch a moment she tried to keep her focus on the movie--how could she? Finally, the stars had aligned and she was alone with them! Not only that, but they'd hit it off and made dinner together! We played a quick card game and were snuggling down for a scary movie! Minami had promised herself to take it slow, not to rush, and....that she wouldn't feel so desperate to kiss them. Then why was there a strawberry-flavored sheen to her lips, an extra button popped down from her light pink cardigan to expose tantalizing cleavage, and even as the movie went on, she was nuzzling closer--she had to act a little scared, right? That was the normal thing to do during a date with your crush!A muffled scream disrupted the illusion, the dream, and she scowled a bit. She glanced briefly over her shoulder from the couch, the light from the television set casting her shadow against the wall, before she turned back to her date. "I'll be right back, 'kay? Lemme know if she gets got, huh?" She giggled, brushing her thumb across the palm pressed to her thigh before placing it on the couch.There was an extra skip in her step as she made her way down the hall; the walls were decorated with her accolades throughout her life and some family photographs. The vastness of her shadow melded into the hallway's darkness the further she got from the living room. The bookcase stood at the end, with a vase beside it, and she lifted it up to set it down onto the ground. The muffled noise was louder now, clearly a voice:--ELP!! HE-HELP!!Pale blue fingernails, cut coffin style, were decorated with white wisps and small, shiny stones as she grabbed the spine of the book. It gave way and the bookcase popped open like a door, she stepped inside as her palm slapped against the wall within the room. A few pats and the lights finally flickered on, revealing the woman's look on her face. "You can't even like chill for me to enjoy the movie, huh?  Friggin' lame-o!" She yelled down at her crush, and the reality set in again--her reality.Her crush was a crumpled mess over a soft pink table, arms outstretched over the length of with their right hand cuffed, it was clear their nails had dug into the wood of her favorite armoire piece, too! The clanking of the metal handcuffs, the chain suspended up on the tiled roof. A ridiculously sterile-looking environment aside from the dark crimson that slid down from the table, there was a medium-sized puddle of the ichor there, and her crush began to scream again. The blood came from the stump of an arm, a butcher's knife coated in blood cast off far out of their reach. How else was she supposed to enjoy her ideal horror-movie date with her crush while holding their hand when they were so uncooperative?!The action happened before her brain could rationally decide what was the smartest decision, she had stormed into the kitchen while her crush yelled expletives at her and had chopped off their hand in a single, powerful wack as they begged to be released. Her weakened crush was sprawled out on the table, bloodless and struggle would exhaust anyone, and she stepped forward into the single bulb of light in the room.  Their fingers spasmed, brushing up against their hand momentarily, she scoffed."Now, you wanna hold my hand? L.O.L" Offended, she yanked her hand back and stomped off. Grumbling to herself, a garble of words that only she could understand she took her seat back on the couch. The severed hand was leaking against the armrest, she took a shallow breath before she hesitantly reached out to the disembodied hand.  The television was already showing the credits to the end of the movie; her aqua-colored eyes grew wide."You gotta rewind! I didn't think I'd miss it, don't spoil!" Picking the hand up, she set it back against her thigh, a gentle sigh--this was fine. It was fine.

https://www.aniroleplay.com/606145 this "mommy" got mad when I found out she was Risa, trying to bait a troll then whine about it on status.She was vindictive, here she is, her alt.https://www.aniroleplay.com/606012

*The purpose of this character is to help living souls better themselves in some shape, way or form, and to retain her true memory. While mature themes are appreciated, they are not preferred.HistoryEuphemia's birth was as common as any other, born on a summer night, a quick and easy delivery. There was nothing extraordinary about her birth, and her parents followed that idealization her entire life. While she did not want for nothing, her childhood was anything but pleasant. Her parents were not warm creatures, never offering a hug, or kind word at her expense. Often times her curious nature got her into plenty of trouble, no matter the medium she wished to explore. She's taught proper etiquette at a young age, cooking, cleaning, and most importantly, a woman's proper place in the household. Seen, not heard. Any protest spoken would only result in a punishment of some kind, usually a beating either by hand, belt or random household item. This only furthers her timid nature, instilling an insistance to please others, and to overall; be good. Once married off, her parents seem pleased with her existence, overjoyed at the idea of a grandchild. It is around this time she begins going by Effie, now out of the clutches of her parents grasp and into a home of her own. From the beginning, her husband Samuel is kind, and even expresses his disinterest toward her parents. Effie tends to his every need, and you would never find her complaining. Despite her upbringing, she's a gentle soul, happy for the life she's given, cheery, bubby and grateful. She is happy to do as he asks of her. Unfortunately Samuel's facade would quickly fade. His outbursts ranged from, dinner being prepared "improperly", or the remnants of mud on his shoes. Just as her parents, he too became abusive.His abuse only increases particularly after the birth of their infant, Grace. No matter how much Effie pushed for their bonding, Samuel only seemed irritated by the presence of their baby.Effie loved Grace with everything her soul could muster. She couldn't understand her husband's indifference, or even how her own parents could be so cruel. Day by day as Grace grew, Effie only loved her baby more. Often times she would make her daughter her own clothes, and read as many books as she possibly could on infants. On an evening like any other, Samuel plots her demise, bored of this new life. He beheads her in the comfort of their bedroom after rousing her from her sleep, shouting obscenities, then smothers the baby in the night. In the desolate woods, just on the outskirts of their humble little town, he disposes of both their bodies, burying the two together and leaves, never to be heard from again. Although her parents never find out what's happened to their daughter, they aren't bothered by her disappearance nor do they search for her.In death, Effie is revived by a merciful Goddess, showing her warmth and compassion. She claims her as her own, and bestows her with gifts. Wings sprout from her back, adorned with opal-like feathers, the once green in her hues now a radiant purple. She's eternal as the sun, and will rise with the star everyday. Her Goddess declares her an angel, and entrusts her with aiding humanity on earth. Gifts♡ The ability of flight, healing, including life threatening wounds. Light magic, weak elemental manipulation. World manipulation, Time manipulation, Soul manipulation, Resurrection (within a certain time frame), and an all knowing eye. The ability to create contracts.♡ Contracts are humans/souls tethered to an angel. The purpose of said contract, is usually to improve their quality of life, permanently altering their soul for the better, especially among humanities standards.♡ Soul manipulation is one of her most important skills, blessed by her Goddess, golden strands descend from above, posessing the target and bidding them to do Euphemia's will. While this ability is useful in combat, she never chooses to fight. Her golden strands, while harmless during posession, can still inflict pain, slicing like a whip if she so chooses.♡ Her eyes, when golden, can view a person's life, actions they may have taken, what they've done and what is to come. Usually she simply uses the gift, to learn more about a person, and doesn't care to pry into their personal life. Unless, it proves useful to her at the time.Weaknesses♡ Combat, she is in no way skilled to fight nor does she wish to learn.♡ Bodily injuries. Though she cannot die, she can be injured just like any other human body.♡ Dark magic.♡ Demonic Effigies.♡ High ranking demons effect her inhibitions strongly, she prefers to detatch herself from them completely.♡ Her past. More importantly, Grace. ♡ Her actions. Earth - Post DeathTime carries on on the planet Earth, and Effie, much to her surprise has helped many humans on earth. As years go by, she has trouble letting go of her past life. Still manages to create a new routine, a new normal for herself. Blessed by her Goddess, she feels as radiant as the sun and every contract successfully helped makes her soul feel lighter than air. Walking with her contract one day, Euphemia hears a familiar voice that makes her blood run cold. A glance over her shoulder confirms her worst fear. Samuel. Samuel walking alongside a human woman, holding a young boy, and the woman, seemingly pregnant with their next child. There's a screeching in her ears that won't seem to desist, an unfamiliar feeling clawing known into her skin. He's noticed her as well, a look of confusion and shock crossing his features before he quickly averts his attention, and ushers his wife and child away. (TBC, too lazy to write more rn lmao) 

AppearanceHer hair has remained it's natural color of honey blonde. As a human her eyes were green, once reborn as a celestial they've changed to violet. However, at her strongest they hold a golden hue. Dependant on her form, she has multitudes of eyes, mostly on her visage or hands, opalescent feathered wings, and increased height. Naturally she stands at 6'3'', and is shorter than most of her angel counterparts. Other features include freckles, spanning over her entire body, pale skin with red undertones, and the scars she retained after death, her most featured, the scar around her neck.Canon♡ Euphemia has a scar across the span of her neck. Although it has faded with time she detests the blemish and sees it as nothing more than a flaw marring her skin. She'll try to hide the scar either with makeup, clothing or jewelry. Her body holds a few others that are thankfully concealed by clothing.♡ She holds many hobbies, including: Sculpting, piano playing, gardening, baking, water coloring, sewing and crocheting. From these she excels in baking, piano playing, gardening and crocheting. Everything else is simply a pass time or an indulgence. Always curious, she loves to learn and especially explore.♡ She has never gotten a piercing, tattoo or dyed her hair. While the three options intrigue her, she is rather embarassed and ashamend to seek them out of her own volition. At a young age, her parents drilled into her brain that her body must remain clean and untainted from the world's sin.♡ Euphemia has a dissociative disorder, based on her emotional state, as well as memory retention. Euphemia, the angel, is formidable, all-knowing, haughty, and precise. While holding an air of arrogance, her empathy is still strong, leading her to form strong bonds with the humans/contracts she encounters. However, Effie, the human (put simply), grieves her past life, and cannot handle the guilt from her own actions. This contriteness causes her fall from heaven, inducing blockouts in her memory, uncertainty with her faith, and inoperative abilities. ♡ Euphemia retains all her abilities when in control. Effie is incapable of flight but retains healing, a connection with her contract, and a few white magic spells. A pacifist, she never engages in combat. Euphemia is less forgiving.♡ Despite being the dominant personality, Euphemia hardly ever introduces herself as, Euphemia. Prefering to go by Effie, as an angel's name spoken with magic, holds dominion over them.♡ Although once human, she finds the notion of eating to be pointless and is rather disgusted by it now. However she will indulge in a cup of tea, black coffee, or something sweet. She prefers her tea and coffee as is, with nothing in it. c:♡ A lover of animals she has known to be home many, however if she has company over, she will simply usher them into another room or let them outside. There is not an animal she does not love! Her favorites in particular, cats, sheep, raccoons and rats/mice.♡ Effie's Goddess is not vengeful, jealous or in any way vindictive. As long as one is open to growth and change, she is willing to welcome them into her haven. She is truly merciful and forgiving.♡ While fond of wine, she hasn't preferred drinking it since becoming a celestial. Intent on keeping a impeccable reputation, she is fond of smoking, and tries to keep it hidden. Usually she only smokes in the comfort of her own home, especially when dealing with stressful situations.   ♡ The more her emotions conflict with one another, or provide unwanted memories, can bring forth either Effie or Euphemia. Euphemia prefers to stay in control, since Effie can't seem to able to retain her memories, or properly aid her human contracts. Mentions of her past will stir Effie's conscience and guilt. Until her self-condemnation is dealt with, she will continue to interchange between the two personalities. 

Please leave Rya and I alone. We are conjoined at the heart.Emotional vampire and I am a psychic one. We sense you, David. We sense you, Brook.

Do I really need to say more? No, okay.  1) NO ROMANCE! I am in a committed relationship, enough said. I DON'T care that this is just a hobby, I will not go into romance related things. Examples? NO "mating" with Kalisa! Anything along the lines of kissing. Touching in private places. Sexual things. Things I am okay with: Hand holding. Hugs. Locking arms. Head on shoulder.> > At your own risk, you can try to take things go further... But be prepared to be disappointed.> > Kalisa is a kitsune, meaning she is part fox. They are KNOWN to be cunning and manipulative... BUT also innocent, timid and shy. Affectionate if they trust you. Take all of that into consideration when roleplaying.2) Combat between characters. I have never tried my hand at combat related things, but that doesn't mean I won't give it a try. You have to understand and be okay with the fact it might not be great.3) My characters are originals and do have general storylines, they will not be changed to please you. Check blogs for information on them if necessary.4) NO forcing my characters to do things that you think will be funny or "fun". Meaning? Don't speak for them or move them in a way that will make me uncomfortable. I will stop messaging back, possibly even unfriend you.   The rules/ guidelines will be changed as needed. They will remain simple as long as people respect them and myself. Don't like it? Then just unfriend me and move on with your day.

-Skilled swordsmanship-Weapon mastery-4 principle Elemental magic -enhanced speed/strength -mana enchantment  

⠀⠀⠀"Subject Alpha 6-3-8. Connection successful. Duration maintained at 29 hours. Deceased. Cause of death: Heart attack."⠀⠀⠀A lithe and calloused finger relinquished the depression it had placed upon a sole toggle, though lingered in a gentle massage of flesh on plastic, as thoughts proceeded to tarry and permeate the dense zephyr. One could say it was the steady percentage of cadavers that filtered through this lab alone that presented such virulent breath, but it was done in the name of science, and therefore, overlooked. The implore for a single vent once more consumed these thoughts, tangling amidst the very stagnation that brought them forth in the first place, and were once again thwarted through reason and understanding, yet still, such a minor luxury in the face of such degradation would be a welcome respite. Pale was the hand that set aside the small recording device after the results were properly logged, as the zipper of the HRP was pulled, sealing what remained within devoid black. Blue were the eyes that found the device responsible for yet another snuffed life, the sounds it adorned so mechanical, yet somehow reenacted the very pace of human lungs almost perfectly.⠀⠀⠀"This thing should be unplugged...."⠀⠀⠀"And why is that, Miss Fallia?"⠀⠀⠀The tensity that stole sharp features framed in auburn was grossly apparent, garnering audible breath from observing nostrils.⠀⠀⠀"Are you not pleased with the advancements we have made?"⠀⠀⠀"I-- it's not that, sir."⠀⠀⠀"Then please, enlighten me."⠀⠀⠀To be put on the spot, a tactic this man used far too often, for one knew it was almost always a psychological success. Many were never properly prepared or capable of maintaining themselves enough to skirt by with whatever lie they opted to tell. And she was no different, despite her intellect, so she opted for the truth, a dangerous attempt.⠀⠀⠀"I see very little use in registering more corpses than successes. There has to be another way that we can properly screen these individuals instead of, for lack of a better phrase, sending them to the slaughter. We don't even know what's causing them to perish. If their connection is successful, then they should be able to maintain it. We need to run some diagnostics, sir. Something is wrong and you know it."⠀⠀⠀Could stagnant air grow even more still? Strangling what remained and silencing all sound? For it sure felt that way, to all involved. The opinions were all the same, yet none had approached their Administrator with their concerns, until now. The gaze that befell her was practically serene, coupled with the subtleties of a smile as hands remained held at his back. Yet, no response surfaced. He merely stared, causing the corner of her lips to twitch in an awkward manifestation of a mimed expression, for she knew not much more to add, especially considering the circumstances. He spoke naught, turning from her then and approaching the exit of the lab containing their prized S.T.E.M. system, before tossing back a glance.⠀⠀⠀"Thank you for voicing your concerns, Miss Fallia. We will begin a proper investigation into these matters."⠀⠀⠀Before relief could properly take her, the man snapped his fingers, calling upon two security figureheads to approach her. The grip in which they stole her very physical essence from where she stood was the most solid and painful she had ever experienced, and they did not quell in the slightest as her form was stripped of its badge and surface cloth. The pair then delivered her into one of the chambers situated along the perimeter of the machine's core, strapping her down and holding her still as the needles inserted into her neck, penetrating muscle and bone. It wasn't until the serum had taken affect that their hands left her now bruised and motionless body, the man still maintaining that expression as he left the room.⠀ ⠀⠀⠀"Sir?"⠀⠀⠀"I assume you agree with her?"⠀⠀⠀"Yes and no. While I believe our research calls for sacrifice in such a degree, the increase of failed connections is a concern. There is talk of malfunction in the machine itself, for everything on our end receives the green light. Perhaps we should consider nullifying tests, and instead sending in recon."⠀⠀⠀The Administrator turned towards his advisor, inviting him to carry on as they entered the elevator to his office.⠀⠀⠀"We can use the same methods, and even perform our normal surveillance and research during the trial, but the subject must be chosen carefully, and with the advancements we've made in being able to intervene with what happens inside the system, we should be able to protect such a subject."⠀⠀⠀"Do you have one in mind?"⠀⠀⠀"The file is already on your desk, sir."⠀⠀⠀"Thank you."⠀⠀⠀The second rescinded on the next floor, leaving the man alone to ascend to the top, and enter his rather lavish office, strewn with modern stone decor and art pieces. For many would step foot here, and it needed to be rather inviting. The file was plucked as he sat down, tilting his head slightly upon reading the hand written tag on the manilla's display tab; ████████.A few moments were spent reading through the pre-gathered knowledge all collected and organized so cleanly that it was difficult to believe this was truly a person. People were... messy, their lives a spider web of bad choices and unruly decisions that placed them on ever winding and dimly lit pathways. He then picked up the phone, and dialed out.⠀⠀⠀"Hello, is this ████████? I have a proposition for you."