Epsilon Posted April 9, 2004 Share Posted April 9, 2004 [COLOR=SlateGray][SIZE=1]*Note: Just to be safe....This RPG is rated PG 13 for gore, vilence, mild or low swearing, religious factors, etc. Not too much though...Still somethings may not be found suitible for those under the age of 13. If you decide to join and when reading through, please be mature. [i]They live we touch go unknown, for when we are born we humans have an inncocenence like no other...But with that first breath of air we take, we loose that inoccenece. Many of us go on without a second thought of this...Still...Some of us continue to wonder and thus it leads those who are wondering to think about others having this same type of inoccenes. Like; is it an angel who never looses that inoccene? Or a demon who takes it alway and becomes jaded? It is said that within a child's heart, the inocene is kept and as they grow older they'll lose it untill the time when they're near death. Those eternal and those immortal could have never had this inoccence. For them there is no time in which to loose or gain that spical innocence. They are the ones that those on earth fear the most, those known only to the dead. The knowledge that may not be contained a human mind long before death.[/i] The white snow fell slowly from the dim gray sky. Through all the eyes, this world was covered in gray the only thing to care about was one's own well being. Cars rushed by trying to save time during this holiday seaon. Some to get home, some simply to beat the traffic. Others rushing through the slush on the street and it's curves to get the early christmas shopping done and finish all other task that need concern them-selfs and only them selves....Passing those who had simply nothing to do, nowhere to go, nothing to live for, those who were there because soceity had turn it's back on them. As he walked trough the crowd of people, they shrank away from him feeling cringes on their skin. They walked a few more feet and the cring would be gone and they'd have no other thoughts. The man stopped and slowed as the crowd diminshed and there was no longer anyone around. Infront of him was a fairly large cathdreal, of which the newer chruch on the other side of town had been modled after. But this place was far different from that, this cathdreal no longer held prayers nor hope. It was old and broken....The rose window missed colorful shader that had once been beatiful. On the left side one could see the archs within begin to give way, for the walls of which it held up were caving. The white craks and breaks on the outside wall cut clearly across on the dirty white walls, there shadows cutting downwards like a knife. The large two wooden doors rotting and the bukles and chains rusting as they fell off. Looking down he shook his head. [i]How discrasful[/i]: he though :[i]Mortals...Never should have been granted pass to live, I[/i] The mans thoughts where cut off, looking back up flocks of crows gathered. There numbers always tripping in growth...5...10...20...30. They sat on the silightly curved edging of what had been left of the old cathdreal's roof. Above, it looked a like a black cloud gathering. He began to walk closer to the door, his foot prints emmitting steam with each step... The birds began shreiking, their shirl insesent voices and the beat of black wings. He stopped in front of the door and as he reached for the handle...The crows began one by one to fly down. Two landing upon each one of his sholders, the rest all behind him standing as if like an arm. Other flooded inside from above, black feathers began to fall he swipped them out of his dark brown hair and off his shoulders while smack the birds away. Once the birds had clamed again, he began to break way he chains letting them hit the ground. Taking off his black gloves, he threw them to the ground hitting the snow, steam rose. Pushing the doors open, he saw crows purched once more upon the rotting bench seats. Looking around a frown came over his face, within the front row there sat three people. They stood, all three of them dressed in total black, each wearing over coats with a cross over each arm. The man scolded as he threw he hand forwards, the crows lunghed attack the three. The doors closed, silently there was no longer anything left except the black feathers that covered the ground out side. One of the three, a female, ran with a feelt of crows fallowing behind her. There blood red eyes foucsed soully on her to carry out her task. She began to run faster then she ever knew she could, blood dripping fom her forehead, arms, and legs stained the snow. Within those two hours of running she made it across the city to the oppiste side. The new crich within sight, she slide through the doors holding them closed the best she could. It began booming and pushing her a few inchs back....It stopped, dust began floating it, it smelled like ashs. Turning, she ran and hid between one of the middle rows of bench seats. Crouching into a fatel position, she looked up. Father was standing over her. "Where's the others?" he asked. "They-they're dead, he killed them." Father didn't reply he just stared with a solem look in his face. "H-He had said, that this world would become his own...That he's granting his sympthy upon us and learn what it means to fear." The girl began to cry. ------------- Now: This happened 3 days ago, and since then many strange accidence have been happening. The snow fall have become harder, while in certain areas of the city their having heat ways. In other places it's simply like spring. People of the heavens, and those of hell and other worldly creatures have been appearing. Most humans cannot see them though...But those who can are being locked away under the condition judged by other as insanity. Humans who can see them and remain clam are of the faith and have chosen to join the alliance to fight against this evil. However many of them have been killed, thus those in heaven had stepped in. Which force will come out on top? ------------- [i] ~ The Good[/i] - There is an alliances of humans and other races unknown. They have come to gather in unite to try and stop their world from being engulfed in flames. [i] ~ The Bad[/i] - Demons, arch angels, some humans and other. Many different types, they are followers of the devil. One's who whish to bring about a new order upon the world and cause pain and suffering. [i] ~ The Undecided[/i] - These are those who simply don't care what happens, either way their happy. And yet, they still fight to; help things along and their own secret motivations. ------------- ~ Sign Up ~ Name: Age: Race: (Human, demon, angel, etc. Heck you could even be a mermaid or elf. If you have a good enough story to back it up.) Gender: Cause: (your motivation and such; spite, religion, boredom, etc.) Alliance: (Good, natural, bad, basic stuff) Persona: Appearance: (No images) Weapon: (max 2 / Again no images) Biography: Other information: (opitional) ------------- Rules: 1. Fallow all/the rules of OB 2. Remember no OOC post or short meaning less post. 3. If you do choose to swear, create violence, and the such....Make she you do it all within good taste. 4. Make sure your coherent. 5. If you do not post within 5 - 8 days from when the rpg has started, other players have the right to kill off your character. Unless you notify me that you will be gone. ------------- Thanks for read! I'll be posting my sign up later since you've had enough reading for now. No images are allowed for the sign up. I would like to see your writing skills. If you have any questions feel free to PM me.[/SIZE][/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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