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Makalie (Mack Attack)
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Jan 17, 2014 02:56PM

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Supernatural is good. I'm also good with romance as long as it isn't too sappy :P Present.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Yeah... My brain is amiss right now. I'll try to think of something.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm... Yeah... My brain is amiss right now. I'll try to think of something.

Hmm, maybe something angel demon? Hunter/ Supernatural being...
Ooh.. we could do that, or maybe a drow and elf?
Or both.
I would get coffee right now also but I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to fall asleep xD
Or both.
I would get coffee right now also but I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to fall asleep xD

Which one? Oh, I like the sound of that but what is a Drow exactly??
A drow is a dark elf ^_^
I thought you meant an angel who tries to hunt down a demon... that's why I said both.
I thought you meant an angel who tries to hunt down a demon... that's why I said both.

That's what I was hoping for.
Which characters do you want to play?
Which characters do you want to play?

Okay, I'll do demon female. Do you care if she's only... half demon?
I can do male drow, unless you want the drow.
I can do male drow, unless you want the drow.

For the Drow/Elf one though where should it take place?
Yeah, Earth is good with me ;)
Um... Maybe for the drow/elf one somewhere in Ireland or something of the sort?
Um... Maybe for the drow/elf one somewhere in Ireland or something of the sort?
I know! I love it... though I've never been there xD And yeah, present day. Are you still okay with short profiles?
Name: Avory Prieze
Age: 237
Species: Drow
Appearance:

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Name: Bree-Anikalyn
Age: 22
Species: Half-demon
Appearance:
Age: 237
Species: Drow
Appearance:

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Name: Bree-Anikalyn
Age: 22
Species: Half-demon
Appearance:


Age: He has been around since the beginning of time.
Sexuality: He has no preference to either gender.
Photos:



Personality: Bezaliel is one of the most trusted Angels in heaven, and one of the best warriors, there is a reason after all his name means Shadow of God. While not one of the Archangels Bezaliel is looked up to by many other angels and is gone to for advice by all those that know him. He is stern, composed and more than anything dead serious, there are few times he can be caught joking, even rarer to find him holding a conversation with someone unless he is talking about strategy or ways to win the war against hell. He is prideful to a fault and when it comes to human things like emotions he is more than a little lost. Bezaliel is hard working and more than anything loyal to his cause, he finds demons to be lesser than anything of this world and the only time he can stand to be around them is when he is slicing them apart. He is in the leader of a rather large charge and while it seems that Bezaliel has no emotions he mourns the loss of every soldier, most the time seeking vengeance and always getting it. Bezaliel keeps his word, when he promises to stab you through the heart you had better believe he plans to keep that promise. He also has a bad habit of speaking what is on his mind, having no moral filter to lessen the blow of his truthful yet harsh words.
Other: He is covered in tattoos,each tattoo tells his rank, the battles he has won and any soldiers in his charge that he has lost.(Seen in last picture)

Age: 217
Sexuality: She has no preference
Appearance:




No, that's fine! Thanks for replying :D I'll start this one.

Pfft, humans are disgusting, Avory thought as he stared at a young mother and her twin toddlers. The children were laughing, the mother was smiling and their lives seems perfect from this distance.
But that wasn't what Avory was looking at. What he saw, from his view, he could see three men and one women staring at the pair, all in different places. Even though they were separated, he could tell the woman and two of the men were together. They mostly stared at the children, probably some illegal adoption traffic workers.
The other man stared at the mother in a lustful way, and it was clear he was not married to her, or had known her from a past fling. In a flash, Avory was next to the man, whispering in his ear, "If you stare at that woman one more moment, not only will you be blind, but your wife and other loved ones will die. Understand?"
The man nodded, in a daze, not really noticing Avory but hearing his words. Next, Avory moved onto the woman, telling her that her boyfriend was back her their shared apartment with another woman, who wasn't even a legal woman. Then, onto the two men. He told the both of them that their wives were in the middle of childbirth and needed their husbands at their sides immediately.
Now, it didn't matter if ay of that was true. It matter that the disposable humans believed it. And they did, thank God. Job well done, Avory congratulated himself.
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"Why, hello there." A voice clouded Bree-Anikalyn's muddled thoughts, yanking her out of her deep concentration. She glared up at the sort-of handsome young man, who had his eyes set to stare down her shirt. She swore underneath her breath. The last thing she needed was some idiot, flirting with her enough to piss her off so much she attacked him.
"Well, bye there," Bree answered with a scowl on her face, peering up at him in an ugly way. She rested her hands on the corners of the huge book, her delicate fingers flipping the pages over and over again.
The guy gave a dark laugh, setting his hand down over hers. "I don't think so. What's your name, babe?"
"Well, it sure as hell ain't babe," Bree-Anikalyn hissed at him. "It is, however, German for, go fuck yourself."
"Attitude, bitch. Keep it in line," The man said, sitting down in the chair next to her. As well as the situation was going, they were both talking in hushed whispers, since it was, of course a library. Bree reached one hand down, toying with the handle of the dagger which rested on the belt at her hip.
His fingers tried to toy with hers, but Bree-Anikalyn quickly pulled out the dagger, yanking back her hand before slamming the dagger into the wood between the guy's fingers. "Next time," she whispered in his ear. "I won't miss."
But that wasn't what Avory was looking at. What he saw, from his view, he could see three men and one women staring at the pair, all in different places. Even though they were separated, he could tell the woman and two of the men were together. They mostly stared at the children, probably some illegal adoption traffic workers.
The other man stared at the mother in a lustful way, and it was clear he was not married to her, or had known her from a past fling. In a flash, Avory was next to the man, whispering in his ear, "If you stare at that woman one more moment, not only will you be blind, but your wife and other loved ones will die. Understand?"
The man nodded, in a daze, not really noticing Avory but hearing his words. Next, Avory moved onto the woman, telling her that her boyfriend was back her their shared apartment with another woman, who wasn't even a legal woman. Then, onto the two men. He told the both of them that their wives were in the middle of childbirth and needed their husbands at their sides immediately.
Now, it didn't matter if ay of that was true. It matter that the disposable humans believed it. And they did, thank God. Job well done, Avory congratulated himself.
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"Why, hello there." A voice clouded Bree-Anikalyn's muddled thoughts, yanking her out of her deep concentration. She glared up at the sort-of handsome young man, who had his eyes set to stare down her shirt. She swore underneath her breath. The last thing she needed was some idiot, flirting with her enough to piss her off so much she attacked him.
"Well, bye there," Bree answered with a scowl on her face, peering up at him in an ugly way. She rested her hands on the corners of the huge book, her delicate fingers flipping the pages over and over again.
The guy gave a dark laugh, setting his hand down over hers. "I don't think so. What's your name, babe?"
"Well, it sure as hell ain't babe," Bree-Anikalyn hissed at him. "It is, however, German for, go fuck yourself."
"Attitude, bitch. Keep it in line," The man said, sitting down in the chair next to her. As well as the situation was going, they were both talking in hushed whispers, since it was, of course a library. Bree reached one hand down, toying with the handle of the dagger which rested on the belt at her hip.
His fingers tried to toy with hers, but Bree-Anikalyn quickly pulled out the dagger, yanking back her hand before slamming the dagger into the wood between the guy's fingers. "Next time," she whispered in his ear. "I won't miss."