Trials of strength and Fragile hearts

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The world is not as it once was, with the battle of the Gods it was left in a shamble. Humanity was on the brink of destruction, with only the tests and trials lain out before them as a way to redeem what was lost. Across the world, scattered to every end and back were pieces of the book of life which was needed to restore order. The task was not meant to be easy for every light there is a darkness, the book of life was also the book of death. Devils, Demons, and the human servants placed upon the Earth were searching for the pages as well, hoping to complete the manuscript and finish what was started.

Set upon the Earth were the Gods most trusted angels and messengers, sent out to find heros to gather the pages before the forces of darkness had their way. These angels are Anfiel; one of the 40 that stand guard at the gates, Arias; warden of the garden, Assiel; the angel of healing, and Azer; the angel of fire. Their task was meant to be easy, but with the growing power of the opposing side the angels were forced to hide and disguise themselves as simple humans as they sought out their task. Many heros had fallen, but many more stepped up. Its been 20 years since the great war, and the Angels are running short on time they need true heros like that of ledgend. Are you up for the task?

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The angels set upon the task of seeking Heros;
Anfiel; Captian of the Guard of heavens army


Arias; A guardian Earth, she protects the mother Earth with her Magical pull over nature


Assiel; Young but talented guardian angel, her abilities in the art of healing astounds the maker himself.


Azer; Bender of the Elements, her spirit and talents are as highstrong as a wildfire.

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Heros of Humanity, and seekers of life;
Name:Varrick (Shadow) O'Connor
Gender: Male
Age: 21,
Appearance: Varrck stands at 6', his hair often getting glances from onlookers with its dark black color and stark white hightlights. Though the color seems odd to most, it was what he was born with and it has gotten him into trouble many times. His eyes the brightest and lightest of blues that in certain lighting looks white, and if they eyes are really the window to the soul his is a cold and pitiless one. His smile has been seen by very few, though his brother sees it quiet often. Jeans, black T-Shirt and his treasured leather jacket is the make-up of his wardrobe with the occassional silver chain or two.
Personality: Varrick comes off cold, he always had to be strong enough to keep his brother and his-self alive and provided for after their parents were slaughtered in the great war. He loves a good fight, and though he seems tough on the exterior he is always softer with his brother. He considers himself his brothers protector, and would fight tooth and nail to keep him safe. He hopes one day that his brother can walk the streets without having his shadow cast over him.
Bio: Even as children Varrick could be found only seconds away from the frail Varren, he quickly earned the nickname "Shadow". His permenant scowl often kept the other children away, though he found himself irritated as girls flocked to his brothers warm smile. He secretly is jealous of his brothers ability to draw so many people to him, he would never know what that would feel like because he had to stay hard and distant. You can not be hurt, if you never let anyone close.


Name:Varren "Medic" O'Connor
Age:19
Appearance:Varrens Hair is a stark white as fresh snow, and his eyes a deep rich brown. Just slightly shorter then his older brother, Varren stands at 5'11". Hardly going outside in the daytime Varrens skin tone is a milky creme hue, which compliments his features makinghim appear delicate.
Personality:Varren is shyer then his older brother, and tends to stay only a few steps behind him. He is friendly and often leans towards the nieve side, which often leads to him falling into trouble.
Bio:Varren started training at a young age, starting with CPR and eventually being as well trained as the best surgeon. Varren's love for helping and tending to wounds earned him the nickname "Medic". Varren can be found from at the local childrens shelter most, volunteering his time with the less fortunate and tending to whatever illnesses or injuries the kids may happen upon. He is well known and revered for his 'healing' hands, though he has found himself threatened often by those whom do not appreciate their work being bandaged. When he is not at the shelter Varren can be found at his small office, taking care of his patients for small fees



Name: Saphira (Cross) Shaffer
Age:20
Appearance:Saphira has bright red hair and amber eyes, her wardrobe consists of nothing but black with the exception of her jewelry. She stands at a mere 5'2" but her small stature does nothing but help improve with her agility.
Personality:Saphira is a sweet yet brutally honest, sometimes her mouth continues before allowing her brain to process the words. She tends to be a bit hot headed at times, and refuses to back down from a fight needing to prove her strength.
Bio:Saphira was an orphen and had to fend for herself on the streets, a small red headed girl was often seen dodging in and out of shops being followed by angry merchants. As the girl became a teenager her stealth was unmatched by any, often masked when attempting theft the only thing anyone began to catch of her was a glimpse of the gold pendant wore around her neck. As she developed firther into her teens and even adulthood, her vigilante lifestyle led her to the risky work of a mercenary where those whom feared her or hired her knew her only as "Cross" A name given to her because of the brand she put into her targets using the golden cross around her neck.



Name: Reed, Elizabeth Claire.
Age: Nineteen.
Birth date: October 26th.
Appearance: Elizabeth has naturally long, silky brown hair, which she inherited from her mother. Her smile is an unspoken smile that could light up any room; almost an unbearable power as if you could console any wicked demon to her, and be forgiven. Her lucid golden brown eyes seemed to show pure innocence, vibrant love, that conjoined with her smile; making her friendlier than ever. She is your average weighing girl of 125 lbs at the height of 5'6". Her skin is a fair to almost a cool skin tone, giving her more of an advantage to tan rather than burn. Elizabeth has the lobes and cartilage of both eyes pierced, and you will mostly catch her wearing diamond studs. The clothing she wears is almost of a classy style, consisting of mainly: dresses, skirts, some pants with a dress shirt, long sleeved shirts, or just normal button-up shirts. Elizabeth tries to stay "up to date" with the latest trends or fashion, but she much prefers the classy look.
Personality:Elizabeth is a hard headed, but intelligent young lady that tries too hard. Her attitude reflects a large amount of positive energy, almost as if it could rub off on you; her manipulative way of gaining to as little or all trust you have for her. Innocent when the time is right, but deep inside her blood boils with violence, and she'll do anything just to hide it from people, unless she is given the opportunity to strike; though Elizabeth has a lot of pride and dignity, when she genuinely finds herself attracted to somebody, all of it goes out the door. Her attention will soon be on that one person until she is given another reason as to why she shouldn't. Only at times can Elizabeth be shy or jealous, those were traits that her mother had taught her to never be, and to never let anybody place you into- but she ignores it. She is to stuborn to be corrected; she only hears what she wants to hear. To Elizabeth, she is friendly but a mystery to others, some consider her to have a split personality or just bad mood swings. When people are hurt, she tends to their wounds the best she possibly could. There has never been a time she has turned away from catering someone; she believes what goes around comes around. Her attitude brings her a long way to being naive, and taking more risks of being a hero than a follower. She wants to be the one everyone looks up too, even if she has a twist of turning her back on people.
Bio:Elizabeth had lived with her mother for a short time, by the age of ten she had already been a working girl; this gave her a lot of pride in her life, giving her the idea that she was more independent than any other person living. When Elizabeth was born, her father passed away in his mid-thirties from an illness that was hereditary; the doctors had mentioned to them that there was a chance Elizabeth could get the same illness when she got older. Well, living a life with no father was rough on them both, her mother had a hard time supporting them both, giving them little to no food at all; as soon as Elizabeth was well aware of the situation, she began to take up the responsiblity to help her mother from getting ill or dying of malnutrition; she was only six when she took up this huge responsiblity. A few years later, Elizabeth had moved in with her Aunt and Uncle, her mother had died by the time she was nine. Making her life much more difficult; with the death of her mother she started cutting ties with what people she did know and care about, to eventually running away to carry on her own. The death of her parents made her feel lonely a lot of the times and even being on her own it made her seem like she had nothing left in life; bringing her to the depression and the hate for just about anything that could make you smile. After a couple more years had passed since her mother's death, the pain had died inside of her, coping with anything that was horrible. Living on her own in a city of most foul, heartless, and decitful people, it taught her to live another way in life: to steal from the rich, lie to the poor, and fight for what you had- it was rough living, but she had to do what she needed to do, or die with nothing. The town was full of untrustworthy people, nobody was able to go anywhere without having a weapon on them, or having to fight their way through town. How she had found the town, she couldn't begin to tell. It brought her to be brave and cunning.

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Servents of Darkess; Seekers of Death and Destruction;
Name: Ivan (IronFist) and Katarina (Viper)
Age: 28, 26
Appearance: Ivan is a thick muscle bound man, his long stringy hair is a dark golden brown and his eyes are a deep amber. Katarina has long thick red hair that falls around her life fire, her tall slender body toned and taut ready to strick like a snake. Her eyes are like rubies, a brighter red then her hair with a darkness that could swallow your soul in a glimpse.
Personality: Ivan is punch first as questions later kind of guy, most don't even know the sound of his voice he tends to let his wife do all the talking. Where his mouth and tongue falters his blades and fists have stood unchallenged. Katarina on the other hand is a flirt, and silver tongued suductress. Her bad attitude is easily forgotten once she even cares to pursuade you, she is good at getting what she wants.
Bio: Ivan and Katarina are married, but before that they were childhood friends. Growing up in the slums turned them sour as they faught and killed to get what they wanted and needed. As years passed Katarinas body devoloped into that of a womans and relized it wasnt just Ivans eyes she was catching, though killing was something they continued to do for sport the vixen found with the bat of her lashes and a tear in her blouse and she go what she wanted with ease. By the time they reached adulthood Ivan and Katarina earned the nicknames "Ironfist" and "Viper" as they took control of the city they grew up in, becoming much like kings and queens as everyone bowed and scrapped before them hoping to keep their lives.

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The Demons whom search for their Champions of Darkness;

Abaddon;Destroyer, Advisor. Said to be chief of demons. Sometimes regarded as the destroying angel.


Astarte; Queen of spirits of the dead, Sorceress


Ashtaroth; goddess of lust, seduction, shapeshifter


Aynaet; Female demon from Ethiopia. She is the personification of the Evil Stare. Mind Tormentor, can control minds.

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Saphira pulled the black mask over her face, her bright amber eyes like that of a felines as she looked out amoung the shadows. Her red hair catching glimpses of moonlight looked like fire as she secured the blades in her thigh holsters, and kissed the golden cross hanging around her neck. Her feet moved without sound as she kept to the shadows and made her way to the back entrace to the club, her target was mobster whom took pleasure in torturing and killing his enemies while their familes watched always burning the spouse alive before leaving. This was a target she looked forward to taking out, the coin was just a bonus. Her slender body slipped through the back door before the moonlight had time to cast its light accross the walls. Her eyes adjusted quickly to the light as she made her way to the back V.I.P. room, the club owner was a client of hers and promised he would be there and with no one more then a dancer or two as company. Rounding the corner, Saphira spotted the room accross the hall and within was McCalister and indeed he was alone with the exception of a young woman. Her fingers found the grip of her dagger, the wieght of the blade balanced and light as she unsheathed it slightly. Hugging the wall she ducked into the room bringing her finger to her lips as the womans eyes caught sight of her. Smiling she moved closer to McCalister and leaned down to whisper in his ear "I believe its my turn now..." Her words soft. His face was priceless as he spun around, his eyes wide with fear as his sights fell upon the dangling cross. He opened his mouth to scream for his guards but was silenced but the cold steel that opened his throat with ease. Saphira cleaned her blood soaked blade on the mans coat before sheathing it and removing the cross from around her next. Turning to the young woman she simply smied. "You may want to leave sweetheart, and I dont recommend you tell anyone about this either."Her voice was gentle, though the smile stayed on her lips as the woman ducked out of the room. Turning her attention back to the the gurgling corpse, she fingered the cross for the switch that turned on the branding mechanism. Leaning forward she kissed the dying mans forehead before placing the searing hott metal to lipstick stain on his skin.

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Varren smiled at the young girl sitting on the table, she had fallen
outside while playing with the other kids.It was just a small abrassion and the young man
was oblivious to the reasons the young girls came to him with every scratch.
The girls face turned red as he touched the soiled skin with a wet cloth to remove the dirt,
once clean he dried the area and applied a small amout of salve before putting a bandaid over it.
Throwing the wet cloth in the hamper he crossed the room the sink and began washing his hands.
"All right Annabella, you should be all set. Just be careful, and if the boys are playing to rough you
let me or Varrick know." He smiled at her again as she nodded her head and scurried out of the
room. It was getting to be dark, which meant his time at the shelter was at an end and he could
tell by the look on his brothers face it was past time for dinner. "Come brother, lets go see who is
open. I do not feel very much like cooking tonight, and you are a dreadful chef." His voice like gentle
and rich as he grabbed his coat and made for the street.

Varricks eyes were closed as he leaned against the room his brother used as a medic wing, waiting for the last of the kids to leave. His stomach growling as it devoured itself, it was way past his dinner time which meant that the young man was reaching a point of no return in terms of a bad mood. The last one in was a young girl Anna something or another, she was just like most of his patients. Young and completely infatuated with his rather innocent and nieve little brother. They came in day in and day out with complaints about coughs and scratches, though he knew they just enjoyed his attention. He could hear the rst of the group outside of the room waiting for the young girls report, which he knew she would deliver in that annoying high pitch tone young girls reverted to when talking about things that excited them. His eyes opened as he heard Varren dismiss the girl. The discussion of dinner turned his mood more to the gray side as he stood up straight throwing his coat over his shoulder and holding the door for his brother. "Well if my memory serves correctly, you ate my cooking just fine without any complaints as a child...though I have to agree id prefer not to have any of it myself tonight either." Varricks voice was deeper then his brothers, though just as soft when he responded to his younger sibling.

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Strolling down the street of Malburry on a friday night almost seemed like a nightmare to most people, it was a night where everyone came out and partied. You had the clubs that stayed open till dawn; the drunks that stumbled out of the bars by one; resturants that closed before midnight, but still had couples hanging around; even the late night theater was showing movies past midnight. Friday nights were the nights that blood spilled across the ground, gun shots are fired, abulances rearing behind you, drug deals possibly being made when no one was looking, and lastly, every cop that you could ever imagine out and about waiting to catch these kind of people. The people you couldn't trust, the ones you had to run from; like a game, it was kill or be killed; fight or flight- it was your choice. A good percent of people ran while others stood their grounds or chaced after those people. It was a never ending, but what would someone like Elizabeth be doing in these parts of town? People would laugh and say she didn't have what it takes to be apart of this place, but little did they know or witness, she was a killer, a stone cold, heartless murder. Never caught in the act, and those who did catch a glimpse came up missing.

Elizabeth let out a soft sigh from between her lush lips, the night bore her with many whispers of the crowded people that was all around her. The whispers crawled under her skin, she knew that she was the center of attention right now, and for what cause? The way the people had been staring and pointing was as if she had something posted on her back that just said, "I'm stupid, laugh and point." It didn't phase her like everyone had planned, but the thought of people staring and pointing just made her blood boil. Why is there attention strapped to her? Was it because the clothes she wore, were they more revealing than normal, or was there something she just wasn't catching. Either way she continued to walk down the sidewalk towards her destination, a smirk lay upon her face. Maybe that was the case, maybe she just wanted to go out and have fun tonight so it caused a scene. She knew of a couple of clubs that were quite the popular and figured that tonight was the night- tonight was the night to be out, get loose, and cause' a riot. The way Elizabeth walked was with grace, it showed a lot about her and who she was, which was pride. She knew she was better than most of these people and nothing could change her mind about that; to her, there was no reason to ponder why. The clothes she wore could have been more revealing but she wanted to keep it clean tonight; Elizabeth's clothing normally consisted of causual clothing of pants and a -shirt, but tonight she wore a cut off deep blue strapless shirt that complimented her small curves, giving her more of a body. A short black shirt was intended for this shirt, and it showed a good amount of her thick, fair skinned thighs, but still managed to cover her ass and everything else that needed to be covered. Though if she bent over, she couldn't guarantee that it would stay covered but the fact that she looked great and felt great was all that mattered. Around her ankles were black straps that connected to the heels that made a soft clicking noise against the cement. Her skin was fair to a cool tone, the kind that could burn but never did because it tanned. Her golden brown eyes scanned from person to person, building to building.

Reaching the corner of tenth street on Malburry, Elizabeth came to a halting stop, a dark presence lurked in the air. The rush of the cold air hit her face, causing her long, silky brown hair to fly back off her shoulders, the force had felt like something had just bumped into her. It was an uneasing feeling, one that sent a chill down your spine and the hair on your body to stick up- a feeling that you just wanted to run away from. Her body tensed up, her eyes widen with worry, what was about to happen? If anything was to appear, she was ready. The blade of her weapon was strapped under the end of her shirt and between her skirt, nobody could see it unless she pointed it out, but since she never did it was hidden well enough. Scanning the area once more, she stood there, hands ready to go for her weapon if needed too.

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Saphira wrinkled her nose at the smell of burning flesh, she still could not get use to the stench and it seemed like larger men such as McCalister smelled far worse. Pulling the cross away she turned the switch off before removing the blackened flesh from with the creases, and placing the golden chain back around her neck. Saphira quickly started undressing, she always wore a second set so that it was easier to trash the stained clothing business was good so it wasnt anything to buy new clothes. Looking around she stashed the black pants and top in a nearby trashcan before removing her gloves, she tucked the gloves one each into her kneehigh boots. She smiled as she noticed the mirrors on the walls encircling the room, and made her way to the nearest one. Her red hair was slightly disheveled and gave off and ominous glow in the black lighting, her ivory fingers grasped the black mask and slid it down around her neck flashing radiant white teeth. She laughed to herself at the demonic version of herself in the reflection before turning her attention back to getting changed. Adjusting the near to short black skirt, she moved her hands to the skin tight black top twisting it to align the seams with the curves of her body. The Golden cross hung just low enough to enhance the curve of her breast, she smiled once more before turning to leave the scene. Every job was like this, an easy pay day. She often heard stories from those whom were alive before the war, about a time of peace. A time where people were kind to eachother and there was no need to kill, and women and children weren't left abandoned on the streets to starve.

Saphira shook the thoughts from her head as she often did, these were the delusions of the senile. Fantasys adults made up to calms the children, and fill their heads with hopes and dreams. Her feet led her back out the way she came, she needed to dance but she needed people to see her ENTER the club. 'This is reality, where we have to fight for what we want and not simply handed a good life. Kill or be killed especially for us women and children, men fall into power and abuse it. Thats why they call me...' Her lips curved upwards into a devilish smirk as her hand reach for the handle and she slipped out. Her slender body clung to the shadows as she made her way around the corner and towards the entrance, he eyes scanning the streets from habit. As she neared the large man guarding the door her body burst into tingles, every nerve on end down to her toes. Her Amber eyes scanned the streets once more, the night air blowing her hair in a flurry of living fire. Her attention was caught by the woman from within the VIP room, Saphira didnt forget any one set of eyes and their were those familiar globes shining back at her but the color was different. Why was this woman standing on the roof, the girls eyes as red as the hair that danced before her face blocking her view. Saphira blinked as a strand landed in her eye, when she looked back to the roof there was nothing there but the moon glowing brightly. okay Definately time to relax and get my dance on...'

Saphira was still distracted as she went wide to head towards the club, her feet moving out of memory while her mind venture else where. She was brought to reality as her body collided with another object, nearly sending her to the concrete. Her eyes fell upon the object, a young girl near her age. For just a second she thought she had seen a similiar look in the girls brown eyes, but then it was gone. "I am so sorry..don't function to great without a drink or two in me on nights like this...are you okay?" Her voice never seemed to fit her small stature, it was rich with a southern edge. Her slender fingers slid through her hair, wiping the bothersome strands back away from her face as she continued to look innocently at the girl.

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