Possibly a one on one?
a war between heaven and hell, and a war between an angel and a demon. Long ago the king of hell waged war on heaven. Demons and angels have been fighting ever since. Agents all rules and better judgement the two from opposite sides fall in love.
They end up having to fight each other to keep their love a secret but mostlikey will be found out. How soon might you ask? It is up to how the rp goes.
Templet-
Name-
Age-
Gender-
Demon or Angel-
Appearance-
Personality-
Back story-
Family?-
Powers-
Weapon-
Rank- (Genarel, commander ect.)
Other-
Rules-
*lets stay away from the F word
*keep it straight
*no one liners
*Andrews rules
I’ll join if you change aloud to allowed xD
Jk (not really) can I join?
xD ah I'll fix it anyway but yes you may join.
Yeeey is this a one-on-one? Cus I haven’t RPed with you before but I’ve seen you around.
Also I’d like the Demon i play one hell of a Demon
Oh gosh. The puns. Would you like it to be one on one or nah?
Please. I think one-on-ones are much less chaotic.
Same! Is it wrong that chaotic rps give me anxiety? Anyway yeah I'll close it now.
Yeyyyy so may I use an OC of mine?
I'll make my character to fit yours so don't wait for me to make mine.
Oh yea i went looking for him then got distracted xD
Name: Zackary Novelle Williams (Please do note that his first name is spelled with a K)
Nickname: "Wings" Because of his wings.
Gender: Male
Age: 78 looks 37ish because of demonic factors.
Personality Type: On the outside, he's bitter, resentful, sadistic and sarcastic. On the inside, he's a kind, yet thrifty soul.
Height: 5'11
Weight: 143 lbs
Element/Magic: Dark Demon; Has a separate form (which he himself can hardly control) that is painted in all black. He can sense the magic of other Element using individuals, yet this is the only positive that Demonic-i-ness brings. His bloodlust and overall lust is intensified yet controlled, and his mental issues (depression and minor OCD) are also intensified.
Appearance: Long light brown hair (to the shoulders) and mismatched gray eyes (Right is darker whilst the left is lighter).
Clothes: A flannel, gray undershirt, jeans and black chucks.
Marks: Long scar running over his face (starting to the left side and ending at the right side of his chin)
Hobbies: Drawing and stargazing.
Skills (I'm terrible with skills but here I go): Can make a Bloody Mary in under a minute, rather good at flying for his age, and good with customers if he wants to be.
Flaws: Has been smoking ever since he was sixteen. Easily manipulated, therefore very keen, which makes him seem intimidating.
Rank: Infernal (Right Hand Man of Satan, as some call it).
Other: WINGS: His wings are angelic, black with a wingspan of 65 ft. Whenever Zackary looses control of himself, they'll spring out and destroy stuff. I've had Zackary as a (personal) OC for over two years. Three in November.
Thank you! I hope he met everything you wanted.
(Literally my newest Oc so she not to developed yet so very sorry.)
Name- Afriel hope
Age- age unknown but looks in her 20's
Gender- Female
Demon or Angel- Angel
Appearance- milky white skin with long black hair and piercing gray eyes. She's about 5'4 and her wings are about 6ft. When not at war she'll wear her robes or "normal human cloths." Being anything with puffy sleeves and long skirts or jeans.
Personality- kind and loving, but can also be cold and hard depending on if you're her enemy or not. She is logical and doesn't do anything with out thinking first (unless she's hopelessly in love.)
Back story- -develop-
Family?- -develop-
Powers- she can summon a blinding light that even hurts her eyes
Weapon- a long ceptor as to keep her enemies at bay.
Rank- Genarel
Other-
Alright, do you have a way you'd like to start this? Also would you like me to start it?//
(This may be my rp but I have no idea what I'm doing.)
(Alrighty! I might have to soon so I apologize in advance.)
Battles raged around them. Claws from Demons slashed, their teeth glistened in the holy light of heaven. The Angels jabbed their spears, swords and ceptors at the growling, fierce Demons.
With a snarl, Wings launched himself into the war, slick black in his second form, pinning down an Angel fighting off one of his comrades with a ceptor.
Afriel turned just in time to see one of her men pinned and charged. The war had been going on of years now but Afriel would never get used to the smell of death. She launched her scepter at the demon. If she could kill a demon, or save one of her fighters it had a chance of helping in the long run. Win the war. it was all that was on her mind, even though she knew it'd probably go one for hundreds of more years.
Wings jolted out of the way of the advancing septor with a loud snarl and teeth clack in her direction. Fluffing out his iconic black, angelic wings, he charged at her again, the smell of death and blood invigorating him.
Afriel let out a low growl at how fast this demon was. Again she swung her sceptor aiming for him head. Afriel started to mumble an incantation she'd learned hundreds of years ago. After all, she wasn't a General for nothing. The blinding white light seemed to come from all around her as she continued to swing her scepter.
(I realize I keep spelling scepter/sceptor different, it's because I'm unsure at the moment and am trusting my auto correct.)
Wings heard the whispering of the Angel and decided it was nothing good. He swept his large wings around himself, mainly his head, protecting from whatever attack may come. Occasionally he shifted backward, hoping he was dodging some kind of attack.
Afriel felt something pierce one of her wings making her stop her attack and let out a scream of pain. Blood soaking her white wings.
(Okay so I have an idea just cuz I was thinking how are they gonna fall in love if the only times they ever see each other is the battle filed, what if one of them gets captured and like yeah. Idk it'll just take off from there?)
(No i got this xD)
Wings peered out from his wings, wondering what was going on. He wanted blood, gore and death, yet seeing this Angel hurt…
He snuck forward, glancing around to see if anyone was paying attention. He got back on two feet (the Demon fighting style is usually on fours), peering close at her.
“Come with me,” Wings felt Zackary whisper gently. He grabbed her arm in case she fell.
