The Risen/Fallen War OOC *Open indefinitely *

[Shadow]

Several thousands of years ago a great war began between the inhabitants of the high Heavens and the lowly burning Hells, a war who's origin is now forgotten and covered in myth or lies. The Creator of the Heaven and Hells grew tired of the war and created the Earth, a place in between the Angel and Demon forces. Having briefly stopped the war the Creator grew tired and fell into a deep slumber, The Angels and Demons grew restless, but found a new war they could wage on Earth.

The resulting years of Demonic and Angelic guide on the earth presented a new breed, neither Heavenly, Hellish or Earthly. Half breeds became the pawns of either side, resulting in a other worldly style of chess. The demons kept out of Earth, except in the rare occurrence of the intervention of full breed Angels. The last small war on Earth happened in the middle ages around the year one thousand for the earthlings.

The Angels lost many 'followers' and the Demons lost much of their 'cattle'. The resulting war forced the Demons and Angels to reach a truce and held to it. The truce was forged between the three generals of Heaven and Hell. The hell Generals were known as Draconis, Bel Gog and Lucifer, the Generals of Heaven were Gabriel, Micheal and Glimora. A few hundred years of ceasefire was made, but the war that started many millenniums ago seems to becoming back at full steam....with no boundaries to contain it.

* Don't play anyone's character, only your own.
* Do not kill another character off unless it is agreed between the two.
* Give people something to work with: At-least a paragraph of detail please.
* Give people some time to post.
*If you have a idea for a character but it conflicts with the structure of the RP PM me

Character races are as follow :

Humans: Humans are bound to the realm of Earth, they posses no enhanced abilities of their own, unless technology is utilized. They are fully capable of using the Technology; this also makes them dangerous as well as helpful to both sides. Humans can be used as vessels for either side, they may defect from one side to another but that has a tenancy to ruin their relationship with those they were once with. Humans can also wield Magic to a moderate potency.

Angels: Generally, Angels are liked by Humans, and many Angels have chosen to protect the Humans because the Creator had created them before he slumbered. A being with wings, Angels tend to fight much, much better in the skies, but their skills fighting on the ground are not bad at all either. Their wings can become hard and dense, enough to reflect or block bullets from .50 bullets. The tip of the feathers of their wings is sharp enough the cut through iron, but can also be soft enough for a person to hold onto them and be carried. They posses the abilities to heal and mend wounds, if used on themselves it dose not drain them, if on others it drains them of strength for a small time. Angels normally have light blue eyes or dark green eyes in human form.

Demons: The Demons have scaly skin, like a lizard but are humanoid in form. They hate all Angels, but like some humans that are sadistic and heartless. Demons use more force when they can, to obtain vessels, if the vessel is unwilling the Demon could be forced out. Having wings, Demons are able to fly, but do not have the same skills of fighting as well in the sky as Angels. On the ground their skills are equal to a angel in combat, but underground their skills equal a angel's strength in the sky.

Renegades: The 'other' group is known as the Renegades, the group is made of defective Demons, Fallen angels and knowledgeable humans. The angels in the group are Fallen and on their way down that want to redeem themselves or want to go to hell, Same for demons, only they want to redeem themselves in Hell's eyes or want into Heaven. The humans have either became vessels for the Demons or Angels or they have some form of magic abilities and have run into the other worldly beings.

Half-breeds: Half-breed humans are either half demon or half angel. No half demon and angel beings have been created...so far. They lack the full powers of their full-breed counterparts, but they can gain that power by being in the presence of other beings like themselves. The only way they may gain their full power permanently is by swearing allegiance to Heaven or Hell. Half-breed angels that become loyal to Hell gain the full power of Fallen angels, half Demons gain powers similar to a heavenly demon. Fallen angels gain black lightly burned wings and cannot reenter heaven, Heavenly demon's red leathery wings become white and cannot reenter Hell.

User name:
Name:
Race:
Age:
Gender:

Physical Description: Pictures are optional, but put at least a small description

Personality: attitude, idealism, humor and view on the war.

Background: Where you come from, where you've been, and what you've done.

Equipment: Weapons, armor, and other equipment carried.

Magic: What kind of magic is used and known by your character

--OFFICIAL OOC--

[wakeangel]

Name: Mirk
Username: wakeangel
Species: Half-breed (Angel)
Alignment: Neutral
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Description: Tall, long-legged and cocky, Mirk wields her smart-assed tongue like a whip, swaggers when she walks and likes to dress provocatively.

Personality: Mirk's abrasive personality would get her into trouble constantly if ownership if Mingus Munitions didn't provide her with a bevy of hulking goons, all chosen for their loyalty. She tends to walk around with a big, invisible 'Fuck off unless you can make me money' stamped across her forehead. Those who would think her helpless without her men, however, would be dead wrong. Ruthless, cunning and with a killer instinct her Daddy bragged on to his dying day, she is the heir Mingus always wanted and never found in his own children.

Background: Mirk doesn't talk about her early childhood. Ever. Barely past toddlerhood, she was found wandering the Wastes, the dead plane often used to hide conflicts from mortals, by battlefield scavengers. They sold her to Mingus, whose modest pawnshop was a front for an underground munitions and information supply company. Deep underneath the city in Mingus' compound, she worked twenty hour days for the next year or so, until selected to service the special tastes of a visiting half-breed demon. When the repulsive man, towering over twice her height and possessing ten times her strength, tried to take her, she killed him with her bare hands.

Something in the bloody child's gaze sparked Mingus' interest, something his own children were sorely lacking. Something that reminded him of himself. On that day three things happened. He ordered each and every one of his children beheaded and adopted her on the spot, giving her the name she bears to this day. Then, instead of kissing up to the warlord's Overseer in hopes of avoiding conflict, he used deception and treachery to bring them to their knees in less than a year, taking control of them to strengthen his own position.

With her constantly at his side, he turned his outfit into a small underground kingdom harboring misfits, renegades and anyone else willing to abide by the permanent cease-fire he insisted on as a condition of doing business, and then dealing to both sides indiscriminately. Most angels avoided his place, which suited the demon patrons just fine, but there were always those willing to walk the fine line of sin for access to information and equipment that could be found nowhere else.

Though his death four years ago was privately devastating, she took the reins of his business and shouldered the responsibility for the community she'd come to love almost as much as the man who raised her. She had to play cutthroat at first, until it became clear to the vultures hoping to pick apart Mingus' legacy that she was no pushover, but her father had chosen his successor well.

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The Compound

Spoiler:

Depth: 1154-3458 ft.
Population: 21173 +customers and other visitors

Human Slaves: 10,000
Human Workers (mostly segregated): 5,000
Renegades: 4,000
Half-breeds(demonic): 1,100
Half-breeds(angelic): 450
Demons: 600
Angels: 23

Deep beneath the city lies a vast cavern. Long stalactites and stalagmites form a forest of pillars eerily lit by huge banks of lights nestled into the cavern ceiling. Geologists say that long-ago, seismic activity split its rocky floor, allowing the water that once filled it to drain and form the spectacular falls that roar just outside the small underground city Mingus built to house is empire.

Simply named The Compound, it has grown by leaps and bounds since its founding and now can boast of being one of the largest War communities in the world, topped in size only by New Eden and the demon-run Abyss. The Compound also houses the manufacturing plant for Mingus Munitions' own line of weaponry and war gear.

The manufacturing plant is a windowless facility within the Compound where manufacture of Mingus brand weapons takes place. These weapons are the ones most often purchased by clients, but a wide array of other options is always available. If what a client wants isn't in stock, chances are they can get it, and fast too. The Plant has very few exits into the Compound, all of them heavily guarded and monitored. Ninety-five percent of the humans who work in the plant have no idea the Compound exists. The few who do and the people from the Compound who work there refer to the areas beyond the check points as 'Shipping' or 'Assembly'.

Visitors wishing to enter the Compound are met in designated areas in or near the city and escorted into the Compound. As much effort as possible is put into keeping the exact locations of its entrances a secret.

[Guest]

Username: Raptorman
Name: Revenant
Race: Ancient
Age: No idea
Gender: Male

Physical Description: Revenant is a being almost entirely composed of ancient almost fossilized bone and rock. He has two arms, two legs, and a head. After that his real similarities to humans stops. His head is more a crest of bone than a proper head and it bears some resemblance to an extremely small triceratops frill without the horns. This frill head is about the size of a human head. Typically Revenant goes about attired in black and green mottled robes. His hands are long and each hand has 10 fingers. These fingers can extend to become whips with little to no effort from him. His feet are clawed similarly, and he can project wings of bone from his back, though that is not a normal attribute of his form.

Spoiler:

Personality: Revenant's goal is simple and beautiful in its pure simplicity. He wants revenge upon the creator for the destruction of world upon which he and the few others of his odd race had lived. And his plan to take revenge is strangely complex for his professedly simple goal. He is actually a highly intelligent and devious being, made more dangerous to others by their complete lack of knowledge about who and what he is.

Background: Revenant came from a previous world that was created before heaven hell and earth by the creator. He later destroyed the very world that he had created. For what he had created there was not good. But in the creator's destruction of the old world a single spore so to speak escaped the destruction. A single remnant of a great and powerful race that had been created by the creator and that had later rebelled leading to the old world's destruction. In the millennia that have followed the old world's destruction Revenant has floated through the void of space, unable to die and unable to truly live. Now though after so long that it had begun to give up hope for revenge or even a purpose it arrived upon earth. Now the ancient being can attempt to bring about it's revenge on the creator.

Equipment: Varius weapons made from bone and rock that he can grow out from his body. That is pretty much it for actual equipment.

[Shadow]

User: Shadow
Name: Gabriel (Just by name)
Race: Half Breed (Angel)
Alignment : Neutral
Age: Unknown (thinks he is 20)
Gender: Male

Description:

Personality: Fun loving, daredevil at times. He keeps his head held high in the case that he feels the world has a gleam of possible redemption, one trait that may be a flaw. Liking to remain active even for the soul purpose. Having any chance to fight with his bare hands, he will.

Background: Growing up alone was hard on Gabriel, he never really knew what he was till his 18th birthday, the day his back sprouted a set of wings. He had a childhood friend named Gianna, who was into black magic. The girl was affectionate over Gabriel for a long time, and saving her from a burning building did not help his situation at remaining friends.

She had started to grow stronger in her magic, attempting to force a love spell on him. His strong will prevented this from happening, but this also made Gianna fatally fixated on Gabriel. He had to fight off a Juggernaut Demon when Gianna's spell summoned one to kill Gabriel for refusing her advances.

His full power as a halfbreed was triggered and brought forth, revealing who and what he truly was. Having no true Family, Gabriel was a loner, but he helped a orphanage that he lived by occasionally. The kids loved Gabriel visiting, he only showed the children his halfbreed wings and let them play with him in the back of the building. A boy there, ironically and fatefully was named Micheal.

A mobster made a mistake and hit the orphanage with a drive by, killing a few children, including Micheal. Gabriel hunted down and found the Mobster at a small church, confessing to a priest. Gabriel killed the mobster and sent his body to the police, but was never caught by the police, but gained a enemy in the mob.His killing of the Mobster gained the attention of a small faction of Half-breeds and he stayed with them sense then.

Being a strong fan of Bruce Lee and Mixed Martial Arts; Gabriel slowly trained himself into a decent fighter within weeks and after a year a more dangerous one. Having self taught lessons of Jeet Kune Do, Gabriel's technique wasn't the best but it keep him out of trouble and out of harm. His skill in MMA came within his latest years on Earth.

Equipment: Gabriel has a large knife he took from the body of the killed Mobster, it was a K-bar, a military styled combat knife. His main weapons are a set of three Katanas he has no idea why he keeps them, they are rather ancient but still are very reliable. He rarely carries them with him on his person.

[Hisoka]

User name: Hisoka
Name: Avis
Race: Half Breed (Demon)
Alignment;Chaotic Good
Age: 23
Gender: Male

Physical Description: At six feet even Avis has a lean yet dense muscle build and bronzed skin that speaks of a demanding life physically and much time spent outdoors under a bright sun. His hair is a contrasting pattern of black and silver that is natural and is about shoulder length. Worn slightly messy it frames a face with high cheekbones and a square jaw. His eyes are too a contrasting pair of black and silver with his right being the silver one. Their depths seems to hold some great unspoken burden. A somber face it is not given to emotional displays of any kind with a passive mask it's constant facade. However during moments of battle his face shows the strength of his desire to be more then what his birth made him.

Most days he can be found wearing black leather jacket set with a fur lined collar and matching black silk shirt that has golden buttons. His pants are usually black cargo pants with silver accents running down the leg. Although he wears a sword belt it seems to be more for show then anything else. For the bastard sword it holds is tied to it's sheath in a way that makes it impossible to draw. But despite the sealed sword Avis is far from unarmed. A claymore forged of a divine golden hued metal and auto pistols speak volumes about his fighting abilities and style.

Of course that is merely his human form. His demonic half lets him at times tap into it's power. And as a byproduct of that his human shell is morphed into a demon's form. Gone is any semblance of humanity replaced with a dragon like appearance. Although retaining the basic shape of a human his skin is now composed of scales hard enough to stop mortal forged steel and bullets. Furthermore he sprouts Dragon like wings and a tail that can smash with enough force to break bones.

Personality: A somber man Avis is not given to jokes or smiles. For him all that matters is proving to Heaven, Hell, and Earth that a child is not the sum of their parents. Day and Night he battles the demons,fallen angels,and evil humans to prove himself worthy of redemption. But at the same time he despises the forces of Heaven and the Creator most of all. For who are they to say a child must bear the sins of the Father. This attitude makes it impossible for him to work with angels despite their similar viewpoints concerning evil.The man is just as likely to attack an angel as greet it.

And because of his goal the man is driven to succeeded although he isn't ruthless. There is a line in the sand he won't cross and this is killing anyone truly seeking redemption. No matter their sin if they truly seek redemption then they won't feel his wrath.

Background: Born the son of Demon and Human Avis was from his first breath cursed by fate. His body housed both the powers of humanity and demon kind. But such matters didn't matter to a infant who for a time grew up as normally as any other child. Although the lack of a father was always a puzzle for this demon half-breed he didn't dwell on such things. For his childish mind was satisfied with the lies his mother told him.

Life went by, childhood turned into puberty, school got harder, and friends where made. But one thing that set him apart from the other students was his odd hair color of black and silver with matching eyes. At times it earned him scorn for being different sometimes was not a kind fate. But another part of his demonic heritage showed in those fights being different physically earned. No matter the opponent or their fighting style he could read them like an open book. It was as if he knew what his opponent was going to do before even they themselves knew. And as such it was not long before he was left alone.


After this revelation Avis took to all things combat related like a duck to water. Martial Arts,Fencing,Kendo, Archery, Marksmanship nothing seemed beyond his ability to master. But despite his success he always felt like something was missing, like some part of the story was being kept back from him. During the 12th grade of high-school strange dreams began to plague his sleep. Nightmares they could be called but despite their hellish nature they did not trouble him. His mind seemed to view them as pieces of a puzzle.

On the day of his 21st birthday a messenger came to the small countryside house he lived in and where he tended to his now ill mother. Normally such things meant little but this messenger was no normal delivery man and the message he brought was not letter from a friend or relative. It was a summons from his Demonic Father, and suddenly it all made sense. The puzzle was complete and it's implications rocked his once stable world.

One did not just refuse a Demon especially when that Demon was your Father. And so he went to the realm of his Father. Through souls screaming for mercy, through fire and ice,through hell Avis walked untouched by it all for his mind was trying to process this knowledge of who and what he was.

Soon though he stood before his Father in a palace built of souls wrought into stone. And as this Demon spoke his human side rebelled. For his Father desired a General to lead his army and Avis had been born to fulfill that very purpose. But as even a demon could turn from darkness so did Avis refuse to sink into it. And there and then his full power awoke as he swore allegiance to what was good in this world. And from his father he took a weapon, a sword forged of darkness and hate. And thus he fled outrunning the hounds and sentries sent after him.


Once back on Earth Avis told his mother of what he had found. And the woman ill as she was asked forgiveness for what a cruel fate she had given her son. Part of him want to forgive her, part of him wanted to strike her down. But in the end he forgive her and soon after she died although happily as she had been given redemption by her son.

Avis for his part knew his own redemption wouldn't be so easy. Heaven was a cruel place,in many ways crueler then Hell for it hated beings like him. But swearing to prove to every one that a child was more then the sum of their parents he became a demon slayer, a killer of humans fallen to darkness and angels consumed by their sins.
Equipment:

Oathkeeper- The sword he took from his father it once bore a different name but now it bears this name. It is a bastard sword forged of hate and darkness and thus is black as the shadows from pommel stone to tip. If one is not careful one could be consumed by that darkness and hate. Although a powerful weapon Avis has not once used it or drawn it from it's sheath. Rather it serves of a constant reminder of his oath to one and all hence it's new name. It rests in his sword belt on his left hip tied to it's sheath.

Punishment- A claymore it is forged of a gold colored metal whose making is a secret long forgotten by most. Harder then diamond yet strong enough to stop almost anything thrown at it the metal is said to be divine in origin. This claymore rests on Avis's back and has three divine runes etched on it that spell out it's name.

Banishment and Death- A pair of auto pistols they are crafted of the same gold colored metal as his claymore. They features numerous customizations that mark them out as one of a kind. Chambered in .50 cal they have serious kickback and recoil when in human hands but Avis shows no effort in using them and his accuracy seems to suffer very little if at all from the recoil of his guns.
Magic:

Demonic Transformation- Avis is at times able to assume a Demonic form although he seems to have no control over when it appears. And furthermore the transformation is very physically draining often reducing Avis to almost absolute exhaustion once it is over. And the time he can spend in this form seems to vary drastically. Sometimes he can stay in it for an hour, other times barely a mintue.

Precognition- Avis can with focused effort catch very brief glimpses of the future although it seems to only work when he is either in combat or under a significant amount of stress.Further more it is not necessarily always that clear. The images he sees are disjointed and seem to make little sense. While marginally useful during combat it has little practical application in day to day life.

[wakeangel]

Whoot! Let me be the first to say welcome to Risen and Fallen, Hisoka. ^_^

[Shadow]

Yes welcome, The RP will begin in less then two more days, unless one or more people join then it will start right away, who wants dibs on the first post?

AND, Wake has a beginning storyline, A weapon (Chemical i do believe) that can affect all three side.(Earth, Heaven and Hell) First start of the story all reside in her little city.

[Hisoka]

While I question the validity of a chemical weapon used against beings like Angels and Demons my most pressing concern is the fact all characters reside within this underground story. For living in such a city by this ceasefire protocol goes against my characters personality and background. Perhaps as a visitor merely for the purposes of demon slaying yes. But I hardly think it would be a place he chose to make his home.

[wakeangel]

Not a chemical, but definitely a weapon. You'll see, and Perhaps not necessarily reside in the Compound, but people come and go all the time within the bounds of keeping the exact location secure and safe. Perhaps Avis can find some business to attend to there? Keep in mind though, that those who start trouble within the Compound are dealt with harshly...if they're caught.

[Guest]

Revenant falls from the sky. Otherwise I believe they do all start in the compound. lol

[Hisoka]

Frankly I don't see the need for some special weapon but as long as it isn't some sort of Mech or alien life form I have no complaints.

As for a reason to visit the city I have no trouble imagining that, it isn't hard to figure out why a demon slayer would come to a city chock full of demon goodness ya know. It was just the stipulation he reside there that was raising some concerns.

Anyways question answered.

[Immortal1]

Username: Immortal1
Name: Drake
Race: Halfbreed (Demon)
Alignment : Evil (Loyal to Hell)
Age: 32
Gender: Male

Personality: Serious, dry sense of humor. Drake finds Angels disgusting and hates all humans. His views on the war are simple, Hell should rule all creation. He takes delight and pleasure in fighting humans that can give him a challenge, and he would fight any light sided angel for the sole purpose of self gratification.



Background: Before Drake learned he was a Halfbreed he was a military man, having fought in two wars before his 'growth' into a demon. He has training in hand-to-hand combat, killing techniques, firearms, bladed weapons, etc. Drake's first encounter with a demon was with the Demoness, Zorana, whom he had grown affection for.

Zorana was a full fledged demon, and had a policy to not have any kind of relationship with Halfbreeds, but this was false. Drake followed her around and saw her involved with a halfbreed Angel. Drake murdered the Halfbreed in 'self defense' after provoking the fight. Killing her lover, Zorana fled to the Renegades, wanting nothing to do with Hell or Drake at all anymore. Killing the Angel brought Hell's focus on Drake for a slight bit, they horde of demons cheered him as he entered Hell for the first time and took his oath of loyalty to the Throne of Hell. Drake noticed the three thrones were empty, and vowed one of them would belong to him in the future...

Equipment: When on Earth, Drake carries a Desert Eagle with four cartridges on his person. He carries a small baton in his pocket should his gun run out of ammo or his gun get knocked from his hand.

-going to add more later-

[wakeangel]

Whoot! Immortal's in the house!
~McGlomps~
Welcome home, Soldier Boy.

[Shadow]

I will start it off, it is still open to anyone interested. I have o plans on closing the option to jump in...

[Shadow]

first post is up, feel free to post

[wakeangel]

Nice post Hisoka. I think you caught the feel of the Compound well.

[Hisoka]

Thanks wakeangel, I was totally winging it there. Sometimes you just get the luck of the devil ya know.

[Shadow]

nice pun haha, Wake sense my and I assume, when he posts, Immortal's character is already there do you want to speed it up or go from your original posts?

[wakeangel]

I plan on using them (or as much of them as necessary) to speed up the intro, adapting where I need to, but I'm sure that'll go fairly quickly, and then we'll be moving along. ^_^

[Guest]

Is it alright with everyone if Revenant arrives the same way as before?

[Hisoka]

There was a before?

[Guest]

I was in the thread on another forum.

[wakeangel]

This is technically a reboot, Hisoka, though the original hadn't gotten very far and this is starting a bit differently.

[Guest]

Can you answer my question wake?

[Shadow]

I believe it is fine Rap

[Guest]

Alrighty then. Expect a post by thursday night. I will be busy tomorrow.

[Shadow]

no problem, I'm busy tomorrow too, marathon of UFC Unleashed and the new episode of TUF

[ElRey]

Hello Wake!
I kept toying with the idea of making a character but it took reading the first few posts to realize what kind.

Admittedly I'm not entirely pleased with him... Especially when it comes to how powerful he is. I would much appreciate some feedback from you all on if he's too strong or what tweaks could improve the Emissary idea (assuming of course I can use it at all)

User name: ElRey
Name: Lazarus Remington Harp
Species: Human - Emissary
Alignment: Neutral
Age: Quite old. Though he doesn’t look a day over 25
Gender: Male

Physical Description: By looking at him one would never guess Lazarus to be anything other than human. Which isn’t far from the truth. He was born quite human, and is still to this day despite the fact he was born when the Roman Empire still held the known world in its clutches. He’s a rather average 188 pounds and stands an inch shy of 6’ leaving him a distinct physical disadvantage when it comes to dealing with divine fury of angels and the raging ire of demons. A near permanent, though obviously well maintained, shadow of stubble graces his chiseled jaw-line. A pair of pale eyes the color of robins egg hang above a perfectly sculpted nose. Though his brow sticks forward a tad too much it doesn’t stop most from considering him to be a handsome individual.

Personality: Lazarus is of the mind that the entire war is idiotic. The way he sees it neither side truly wishes to win, for if they did what would the winning side do? There is no glory or reward afterwards; it would be thankless and hollow victory at best. If nothing else the vacuum of power left behind would plunge the winning side into chaos, likely ending with another split of ideals and the process would simply repeat itself. Which isn’t to say he wants the sides to stop fighting either, as it would he’d be out of a job and it would be terribly boring. Something Lazarus wants no part of.

However, being that he’s an emissary he has little choice but to remain enigmatic. On the rare occasion his opinion is asked he has no qualms with answering truthfully. He can appear to be a flip-flopper of sorts, but its simply because he answers on a case-by-case basis. By and large the man keeps to himself, saying no more than is necessary and doing only what is asked of him. He decided a long time ago sticking his neck out would be a quick trip to limbo for his ass, likewise would be a turtle hidden away in its shell. Being an Emissary isn’t just a job; it’s in his blood, in his soul. In all he does, Lazarus attempts to strike a balance. His only sense of loyalty lies in himself, and if the last few centuries taught him anything it is that is all anyone really has.

Background: Lazarus’ fate was determined long before his birth. Though names and faces can be changed, history rewritten and memories fade; the common bloodline from which Lazarus’ was descended dictated who he would become. Since the dawn of the conflict between heaven and hell there has been need for neutral parties. Despite the bitter feud between Angels and Demons there are times when there must be a mediator, a voice that can bring potentially volatile situations to a rapid end. All the more so when so many blur the lines of good and evil drifting between sides and betraying their kin. In a war raged across the very foundations and fabrics of reality the need arose to help keep the lines clear, preventing those who would seek to play both sides from gaining any real foothold of power.

While one had always existed it wasn’t until the recent ceasefire that the position really came into its own. Emerging as the fulcrum for the scales of balance between the warring parties. Acting as a sign of good faith from both sides to honor the treaty each general blessed the chosen bloodline with a facet of their power, allowing the Emissary to be that voice of mediation.

With the war returning full steam with no signs of slowing down it has fallen to the latest Emissary, Lazarus to try and reign in what seems destined to occur. Lazarus is currently following up on a most disturbing lead concerning a company known as Mingus Munitions.

Equipment: “Weapons and armor are for those too dull minded to grasp their full potential.”

Magic: Emissaries can’t fly, or run faster or jump higher than a normal human could. Still they are beyond human in the following ways.

-Foresight.
Through careful meditation and focus an Emissary can catch glimpses of the future, this is a skill that few Emissaries have mastered. For the most part prophetic images come in dreams and virtually impossible to decipher.

-Endurance.
Trying to kill an Emissary is like trying to knock down the Great Wall of China with a dull chisel. You might succeed eventually but you’re going to have a hell of a time doing it. (No pun intended) It has been done, however, just exactly how is best to go about it is a matter of much speculation.

-Influence.
A simple gaze from an Emissary can cripple a weak minded opponents. The more powerful the will of the target the less of an effect. Can range from subtle mental inability to assert ones self to more physical ailments like nausea or headaches. Everyone’s manifestation is different, but no one is entirely immune.

[wakeangel]

Whoot! Nice character ElRey. I'm glad you want to join. It's Shadow's RP, but I don't see any reason why he wouldn't accept you. The nigh-invincible (total Tick reference there) thing especially is pretty strong, but it's not like he's super-strong or fast or anything uber offensive. He's just your basic New York cockroach. XP

~gestures to Shadow behind ElRey's back while mouthing the words 'Say yes! This guy's AWESOME!'~

~gives ElRey an innocent look~

[Shadow]

I see nothing wrong with your character Elrey, I read it and all seems well, just know that The Generals of Heave and Hell are second only to the creator...unless on earth...welcome to the RP, post as you feel like you need to.

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