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[CENTER]The world is diseased.

Corruption has become the standard and moral decay is the only truth of the world that still remains. The world is slowly burning itself and calling upon it's own hell. God has decided the world is too sick to be allowed to continue. The world of the divine is decending to bring about the end of this world to usher in the new age of paradise. As heaven decends they reach out to the people of earth and call for their aid. But not all are welcoming this new age. But when you stand opposed to heaven, would you sell your soul to hell to gain the strength to rebel.[/CENTER]

[COLOR="Blue"]Ours is a world of war and moral decline. This is all that God sees from heaven anyway. To bring an end to the destruction and finally bring utopia to the people, God has sent his archangels to earth to recruit like the men and women of earth aid in the final atonement. The people who have answerd their call are blessed with their divine strength and the power to end the death and destruction. They call themselves "The hands of God."[/COLOR]

[COLOR="Red"]The world is an ugly, but beautiful place. That is the philosophy of the rebellion. Some of those on earth find intervention of the divine to be an affront to humanity and an attempt to forge an absolute rule. They believe that a utopia would be the end of human will and individuality. But no power of man can strike back against the strength of the divine. So to take on the powers of heaven, these rebels have sold their souls to the darkness to strike back against the "The hands of God". This organization call themselves "Hells Salvation".[/COLOR]

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Age:Try to be reasonable with this. I don't want a crew of nothing but teenagers trying to save the world.


Side: The hands of God/Hells Salvation

Human Appearance:

Altered Appearance: Using these powers (divine or evil) result in an altered physical form. Both descriptions and images are acceptable.


Snippet: I want this to be about how your character came about there powers and why they have taken the their side of choice.

One can have as many characters as they like, but I would like to put out that not all characters submitted may be accepted. I'll be sure to let anyone who submits more then one character know which are accept and which, if any, are not.
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Name: Mari Tate

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Side: The Hands of God

Human Appearance: Mari does not look like any angelic savior. Her chin lengthed brown hair is ratted into clumps of waves. It looks like she went swimming and hasn't brushed or washed her hair since. Her vividly green eyes are rimmed with dark circles from a lack of sleep or proper eating. Her skin is a sickly and deprived shade of pale. She looks as though she hasn't been properly taken care of in years.

Altered Appearance: Upon activating her powers, Mari changes into something almost completely different. Her eyes shift from their usual green to a bright blazing blue. A ghost of a small girl seems to take shape over Mari's usual form. The young girl is transparent and looks almost as if she is in black and while. She has long straight black hair with well cut bangs and the same vivid blue eyes that Mari has in this form. This young girl sports a pair of large, but still transparent, black wings. When Mari talks in this form, both of them speak. The child in her own young and innocent sounding voice and Mari in her dull and deep tones.


Personality: Mari's personality does not match what people tend to think of people of God. She does not preach about the good or the kind. She does not smile sweetly. Rather, Mari is a very dull person. Her lips are almost always in a deep frown, her eyes intense. She never seems to be looking at you... only through you. It's as though she sees your deepest sins. She is rather unpredictable. At one moment she could be giving you a helping hand so you can get up off the ground. The next minute she could be the one pushing you back down. She holds loyalty only to her own beliefs. If she sees someone as a traitor to the cause then she sees nothing wrong with being rid of them. At the same time, Mari believes herself to be righteous. She says that she will harm no innocents, no one who is good. She only harms those that have wronged, those who are tainted.

Snippet: Mari sat in the pale white room, leaning her head onto her knees in the silence. Something was going on outside, she just wasn't sure as to what. It had been two days since the nurses had come by. She had gone those two days without food or medication. It was begining to take a toll on her well-being.

Mari had been in this asylum for two years now. To this day, she didn't understand why. Why would no one else believe her? How was this case different from the one before?

When Mari was only 17, she was attacked by her mother's own boyfriend. The man was a rapist, a sinner. The man got what he deserved. In self defense, Mari stabbed the man to death with a kitchen knife.

And they sent her to therapy.

Her mom was never the same after that. Mari wasn't even allowed to cut her own food. All the knives were locked up. Mari didn't understand why she wasn't trusted. The man was a sinner. His fate was death. She had done the world a favor, getting rid of him. She was a hero, a hand of God! It was rightful justice!

Needless to say, when Mari's mother turned up stabbed to death, Mari was blamed. No matter how many times Mari insisted that demons had killed her mother, no one believed her. Mari was locked away in this asylum with only the ghost of a murdered child to talk to.

But now everyone in the asylum seemed to have gone... or maybe they were just going to slowly kill her off now.

That was when the noises reached her ears. They were the noises of a fierce battle... The noises were coming from the outside of the thin slit of a window that hovered near the cieling of her cell.

Only a moment after the noises started, something crashed through the wall of her room.

It was a horrid battle to her eyes. A winged messenger of God was being attacked by a demonoid creature. All this while that she had been sealed away from the outside world... And she had missed so much.

Without thinking, Mari lunged at the demonic creature with all of her weight. She caught the creature off-guard and managed to knock him from the hole in her wall, only to fall with him.

Mari hadn't realized how far off the ground they had put her. She had never seen so many stories racing by before. In that moment, she was sure that she would die...

But then a gentle warmth seemed to surround her... and the sweet voice of the young girl she knew so well spoke to her... in latin.

[i]Cecidit! Cecidit! Babylon magna et facta est habitatio daemoniorum et custodia omnis spiritus inmundi et custodia omnis volucris inmundae.[/i]

And then the world went blank.

Notes: (Because Mari is strange and needs a bit more of an explanation.)
-Mari believes that she is possesed by the ghost of a murdered child named Marla. She has been 'possesed' by this ghost since she was falsley accused of her mother's murder.
-Mari has been mistreated since she was attacked at the age of 17. She believes that the world is full of trash.
-Mari does not believe that serving as a hand of God will get her into heaven. She knows that she has murdered and believes that there is no choice for her but Hell. She believes that if she must go to Hell, she is taking as many other sinners with her as possible.
-Mari's 'power' form is a personification of the girl she believes she is possesed by.
-Mari has forgotten how to act around other people thanks to her years of isolation.
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[B]Name:[/B] Aaron Kiel

[B]Age:[/B] 23

[B]Gender:[/B] Male

[B]Side:[/B] Hells Salvation

[B]Human Appearance:[/B] [URL="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/RobLabou.jpg"][U]Aaron[/U].[/URL] Aaron stands around 5'9 and weighs around 185 lbs. He has 2 scars on the right side of his rib cage from a stabbing a year ago and 2 more on his stomach from being shot 2 years ago.

[B]Alterd Appearance:[/B][URL="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h1/Mao610/digital%20devil%20saga/art-008.jpg"][U]Alterd Aaron[/U].[/URL] In his alterd state he grows about 2 feet taller.

[B]Personality:[/B] Aaron is a pessimist by nature. He sees the ugliest parts of the world and sees the world for the dark and unforgiving place it is. But at the same time, he would have it no other way. He believes that no matter how ugly the world is, it is a world crafted by mans own hand and thus it is the right one. He believes someone needs to make there own path and that no one has a right to tell anyone what they should be doing.

[B]Snippet:[/B] It was another day on the beat. The life of a cop had it's ups and downs, but it was just as good as anything else. And helped Aaron keep his perspective on the world. Drug dealers, murders and rapists were his bread and butter and nothing made him feel better then bringing them in. It was what made the day better.

Recently things had been getting out of hand. It was like the whole world had gone crazy. Reports of small nations in the middle east being destroyed, thousands of convicted criminals being killed and nearly as many dissapearances. People were starting to say that the end of days was coming. But then again people have been saying that for almost a thousand years now. Well, even the crack pots have to be right eventually.

It happend early last year. Aaron had come home early today. He usually didn't get home til around 8, but he managed to slip out and hour early so he could surprise his girlfriend back home. His parents being the devoutly religious type they were said he was going to bring about gods wrath living with a woman out of wed lock. Just the the thought of them chastizing him for it again made him chuckle as he came down the side walk. He was about a block from home when he heard the first blast. He immediatly started running and as he came around the corner. Fire was pouring from the third floor window of his apartment building. His apartment. On the ground below he saw someone standing and just staring up. They turned their head and caught eyes with him for an instant then dissappeared.

It only took the FDNY about 2 minutes to show up on the scene but it was already too late. They found Kimmi, his girlfriend, dead inside. There was no official reason cause ever given for the fire. They just put it down as an accident, but Aaron knew it was no accident. He knew that person on the ground knew something, but how was he suppose to tell everyone about a glowing person who dissappeared and was seen by no one but him.

It was only 2 days later when he was lying in his hotel bedroom when he heard a voice coming from the shadows. At first he was frightend, but as it spoke it began to tell him what had happend. About how the man he had seen was one of those know as "The hands of God". They were the divine punishers of sin and were here to bring about a new age of paradise. Kimmi was a sacrifice to this mission for allowing herself to be corrupted by him. Aarons sorrow began to subside to rage. It was as this anger over came him that the voice offerd him something. It offered him the power to crush those who wrongfully punished her. If he offered up his soul to the darkness, he would be given the strength to fight back. To rebel against god himself.

It has been almost a year since then and Aaron has become every bit of the monster he appears to be. His only mission is to stop "The hands of God" no matter what that meant.
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Name: Delaney May

Age: 7

Gender: Female

Side: Hells Salvation

Human Appearance: Delaney’s mother used to call her ‘Doll’. The reason for that is very obvious. Delaney has a smooth pale face with wide baby blue eyes. Her hair is a perfect shade of gold that usually hangs in large full curls around her face. Her body is small for her age, giving her a fragile and young appearance. She looks like a little porcelain doll.

Altered Appearance: Delaney’s appearance does not change much when she uses her powers. Also, due to the fact that she is young and inexperienced, she sometimes uses her powers on accident. Her transformation becomes more obvious depending on the strength behind her powers. Her eyes turn from their doll blue to a rather bright shade of crimson red as white demon wings sprout from her back. The more strength she uses, the larger the wings become.


Personality: Delaney is a very quiet girl. She doesn’t like to look people in the eye. Delaney is also rather jumpy. If people sneak up on her, she tends to use her powers out of surprise and instinctual self defense. She doesn’t trust many people until they prove that they are trustworthy. After she has accepted you as a ‘friend’, she sticks close. If strangers appear and a friend is around, she’ll cling to her friend in fear of the strangers. She doesn’t seem like she’s the type to fight. However, she totally changes when the Hands of God appear. Suddenly the sweet frightened young girl becomes loud and angry. She’ll very often shout what appears to be her favorite phrase: ‘This world belongs to humans!’.

Snippet: Delaney was frightened. She could tell by looking up into her mother’s eyes that she was frightened as well. Her mother’s hands clung tightly to Delaney’s shoulders, even as they both shook in their fear.

“Don’t let them take you.” The older woman whispered, desperate. “Always remember, this world belongs to us. This world belongs to the humans. Never forget that, okay? And don’t let them take you away!”

The feeling of her mother’s grasp lingered as the cabinet doors closed, leaving Delaney in darkness under the kitchen sink.

The noises were so loud, so terrible, that Delaney threw her hands over her ears to block them out. It didn’t work. Her mother was screaming something… Delaney couldn’t make out what she was saying. It sounded like bad words that she wasn’t supposed to repeat.

Her small white hand pressed against the cabinet door. What was going on? She wanted to see where her mom was… Her mom was coming back, right?

The gentle hand pressed against the cabinet door, creaking it open just a sliver. Her pale blue eye peered out the opening.

That was when the heavy corpse slammed back into the cabinet, slamming it shut again despite her efforts. It was too late. Delaney had already seen… the corpse that was holding her tight under the kitchen sink was that of her own mother. She could feel hot droplets of blood on her cheek… But they were quickly washed away by the tears. Why? Why?

Delaney screamed.

There was the sickening sound of the body being dragged across the tile floor… and then the cabinet door opened.

Towering over her was a large man with great white feathered wings… covered in blood. Her mother’s blood. Delaney screamed again.

“Shhh… it’s okay.” He said lightly, smiling. He extended his hand gently, palm outstretched. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you out of here.”

[I]Don’t let them take you away.[/I]

“NO!” Delaney screamed at the angelic warrior, pressing herself into the back of the cabinet, back behind one of the pipes.

“It’s okay. Your mother was a bad person. She put you in danger a lot, bringing those strange men home.”

Delaney shook her head. It wasn’t like that. Her mother loved her!

“She stole from a lot of people.”

She threw her hands over her ears. It wasn’t true!

“She did a lot of irresponsible things. How often did she get sick, sweetheart? How often did she come home unable to walk, throwing up? How often did you see her with a needle, giving herself a shot? How often was she sick?”

Delaney had had enough! No one should talk about her mom like that! So what if she wasn’t the best? So what if she was sick all the time? She was her mother! She had loved her! She wasn’t like daddy… she would never have just left Delaney all alone…

Delaney charged out of the cabinet as fast as possible, past the winged man.

She turned back to him once she was a whole room away, screaming at him through the open archway.

“This world belongs to humans! Go home, murderer!”

The angel was shocked, his eyes wide in his surprise.

When Delaney turned, she ran into another figure.

“You’re right.” The new person, a woman, said softly. “This world does belong to the humans. He has no right to be here. He had no right, doing what he did.”

And Delaney looked up into the demon’s eyes. The woman smiled, taking Delaney into her arms with a strange gentleness.

“He need to leave… and all the people that are with him need to leave, too. Don’t they, doll?”

Delaney nodded, silent.

“Will you help us make them leave?”

The angel screamed, horrified. “No! She’s a pure soul! You can’t have her!”

The angel charged, readying his attack. With a few words, the demon raised a spell of defense. The swirling red circle of some forgotten language blocked the winged creature’s attack.

“She’s better off dying now, pure, than being corrupted by hell spawn like you!”

But it was too late. Delaney nodded in agreement with demon.

“I want to make them leave.” She said, quiet, but sure.

The angel screamed in agony at the loss of purity.

And Delaney turned to him with her new red eyes.


-Delaney does not like being called ‘sweetheart’ or ‘angel’. Her favorite nickname is ‘doll’. She’s also been called ‘Laney’, ‘blue eyes’, and ‘kid’.
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[SIZE=2][B][COLOR=black][FONT=Verdana]Name: [/FONT][/COLOR][/B][COLOR=black][FONT=Verdana]Adam Berkley[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE=2][B][COLOR=black][FONT=Verdana]Age: [/FONT][/COLOR][/B][COLOR=black][FONT=Verdana]28[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=black]
[SIZE=2][B][COLOR=black][FONT=Verdana]Gender:[/FONT][/COLOR][/B][COLOR=black][FONT=Verdana] Male[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=black]
[SIZE=2][B][COLOR=black][FONT=Verdana]Side: [/FONT][/COLOR][/B][COLOR=black][FONT=Verdana]The Hands of God[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=black]
[SIZE=2][B][COLOR=black][FONT=Verdana]Human Appearance:[/FONT][/COLOR][/B][COLOR=black][FONT=Verdana] Nero stands a little above average height and has an athletic build that would make most people jealous. He has mid-length dark brown hair that can be at most time mistaken for black. As is his hair his eyes are often mistaken for black. He is very clean kempt but as of late has become a bit disheveled. Having discovered his altered appearance, Adam has taken the red cross of the crusader as his own personal symbol.[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE=2][B][COLOR=black][FONT=Verdana]Altered Appearance:[/FONT][/COLOR][/B][COLOR=black][FONT=Verdana] A young crusader has lent his form to Adam for his altered appearance. A younger man stands in Adam?s stead. He has shoulder length blonde hair and bears the red cross of the crusader on his chest. He wears armor that seems to have been ripped apart, leaving a few places exposed. Where those places are exposed, bandages cover, each one has scripture written all over it. Where his eyes would be, burns the violet flame of St. Elmo?s fire. Unlike his fellow brothers of the Hand of God he does not have wings, rendering him flightless.[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE=2][B][COLOR=black][FONT=Verdana]Personality:[/FONT][/COLOR][/B][COLOR=black][FONT=Verdana] For the most part Adam comes off as righteous. He was raised in a Catholic setting so it comes as no surprise that once he became a Hand of God he became religious again. He is a genuinely good hearted person but that can be covered up in his eagerness to fulfill his new duty. Though he has gained his new powers he is a bit reluctant to use them, being afraid that he might misuse them. Even though he hates all of those serving Hell?s Salvation he still feels that they are misguided and tries to lead them back to the light. He has yet to meet one he can.[/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE=2][B][COLOR=black][FONT=Verdana]Snippet:[/FONT][/COLOR][/B][COLOR=black][FONT=Verdana] Adam had just arrived home from his day job as a contractor for the city. He had just turned the key in his door when he heard the commotion from the other side. He slammed open the door and jumped in. He immediately regretted that decision. Instead of thwarting what he thought was would be robbers; he was faced with two monstrous creatures beating what looked like a knight.[/FONT][/COLOR]
[COLOR=black][FONT=Verdana][SIZE=2]Adam acted upon instinct and reached into a drawer he had by the door and pulled out his pistol he kept hidden there. He spun around and shot three rapid fire shots at one of the creatures that looked like a charred statue of a man. The bullets met their mark but did little if any damage. Three small chips flaked off the man where the bullets hit and he turned to see Adam standing in the doorway shaking with fear at this point. The statue-demon turned back to the other monster and said something in what Adam later found out was Sumerian. The other creature rose and Adam saw it for what it really was. It was what looked like a Minator covered in scales.[/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR]

[SIZE=2][COLOR=black][FONT=Verdana][B]?What do we have here??[/B] The creature had a Strong British accent. Adam was frozen with fear his gun clattered to the ground and it took all he had to stop shaking. The creature grabbed him with one giant hand and looked him over.[/FONT][/COLOR][COLOR=black]
[SIZE=2][B][COLOR=black][FONT=Verdana]?Looks like we have ourselves a hero,?[/FONT][/COLOR][/B][COLOR=black][FONT=Verdana] Called the statue-demon getting up from the now unconscious man. The Minator then tossed Adam across the room like he was a rag doll. Adam hit the wall and felt something pop and he fell to the floor. The statue reached him first picking him up by the throat and dragging him up the wall and holding him over his head. [B]?Let?s have fun with him.?[/B] He called back to the other demon as he squeezed. [/FONT][/COLOR][/SIZE]
[COLOR=black] [COLOR=black][FONT=Verdana][SIZE=2]Adam kicked at the monster?s stomach to no avail he didn?t even budge. His vision started to blur when a bright violet light ran down his arm and onto the statue-man. He immediately shrieked, dropping Adam, and started to swat at it.[/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR]
[COLOR=black] [SIZE=2][B]?You?re a Hand!?[/B] the other demon cried and leapt forward, raising his hoofed foot to stomp on the now gasping Adam. Just before he brought his cloven hoof down on Adam a bright light shone from the other side of the room and a sickening thud sounded out as a spear shot through the chest of the Minator splattering Adam with blood. He only stared in awe as the Minator stumbled back and turned to reveal the knight from before holding the spear. He pushed the demon off of the spear with his foot and turning to Adam.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=2][B]?Sorry bout the blood,?[/B] He said giving Adam a hand up and then hooking his thumb over his shoulder. [B]?And your wall.? [/B][/SIZE]
[SIZE=2] [SIZE=2]Adam stared at the hole in the wall where the battle must have broken through. The knight turned back into an elderly Hispanic man.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=2][B]?What was that fire??[/B] Adam said now staring at what once was the statue-demon and was now a charred corpse.[/SIZE]
[B][SIZE=2]?I?d say it was a job offer.?
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