Posted: Feb 28, 11:14 am

-January 20 2008

After much headache, and lost lives...the war in the middle east comes to an end, after a terrorist group gets their hands on a atomic bombs, which they had mistaken to be a form of chemical bombs. The greater part of Iraq, Iran, Kuwait,parts of Afaganistan are caught in blasts that killed millions.

-March 26 2008

A declaration of war is made by the US, after N.Korea backed out of an agreement that was made with the UN. This was after the North Korean army invades South Korea using weapons they had promised to dismantle.


-November 1 2008

The US are forced to retreat from S.Korea when the N.Korean army begins to use atomic weapons against the US army, killing soilders on both sides.


December 25 2008

The new head of the UN talks N.Korea into halting its attacks, and to withdraw from S.Korea. The how is unknown. Meanwhile in other parts of the world global warming seems to become a very real reality for many when Japan, New Zealand amoung other south pacific countries suffer many deaths after a tsunami created by a erupting volcano sweeps through the south pacific. Russia faces its hottest winter in history, and southern florida, along with Cuba faces floods. Fidel Castro was the only noted death.


-January 1 2009

After many strange events, including unexplained mass muders world wides, and the appearance of forign lights, the end seems nigh when cracks on the earths surface release countless of creatures that have a taste for blood. The armies are helpless to defend against them. The lights become known entities, and are identified to being angels. The battle between heaven and Hell seem to have begun, as 40% of the world population disappear over night, and another 20% are killed by the events leading up to, or the battle that comes after. At the head of the death the devil made flesh reveals himself to being the head of the UN. Now the fate of the world hangs on the victor of this biblical battle and the generals of the celetriel armys, Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, Urel, and Alexiel. And the prime evils of the demonic side: Baal, Diablo, Mephemo, Lilith, and Rosiel. The intresting peace of all this is...the leaders of both sides have been reborn into human flesh that makes them mortal....for the most part.

Ok characters are

Michael angel of flame and War

Raphael angel of wind, and healing

Urel angel of earth, and death

Gabriel angel of water and peace

Alexiel angel of Ether(Celetrial) and retrubution

Baal demon of Terror

Diablo demon of plague

Mephemo demon of Gluttony

Lilith demon of Lust

Rosiel demon of darkness and death.

Pick your reincartion

and fill out the basic info

Name:(human)
age:
angel or demon:( this means to name angel or demon you choosed)
weapon:
appearance: (A small discription or picture, which ever you choose.)
Bio:

Oh, and I call Gabriel! Posting info later <3

((OCC: The right name is Uriel. Even tough those descriptions on the Angels aren't correct, interesting roleplay.))

Name: Flávio Santos
Age: 19
Angel: Uriel , Angel of Earth and Death
Weapon: Obsidian Scythe
Appearance: http://img461.imageshack.us/img461/8632/efurielyv4.jpg
Bio: Flávio used to live in Portugal with his family until the day chaos broke out everywhere. His family decided to run and hide, but while they were escaping another one of those huge fissures emerged right in front of their eyes. His family and others were decimated and all Flávio could do was pray.
He prayed and channeled all his energy into his wish. While the others were being slaughtered he was kneeling and wishing that he could do anything and would submit himself to anything just to be able to save everyone.
He bowed and kissed the earth. He felt a desire to kill the unholy and terminate all evil.
He felt himself raise in the air and yelled out of pain while his body and soul were ripped apart and re-built again into a new self.
He was changed and he had a higher purpose.
He was Uriel, Angel of Earth and Death.

Name: Charli Bernier

Age: 16

Angel: Gabriel, Angel of water and peace

Weapon: Dislikes any use of weapons; refers to hand-to-hand combat.

Appearance: http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e208/Cynthia_Kun/anime2-1.jpg

Bio: Charli lived a regular childhood life in the quaint country of France. She was given the name Charli by her American mother, and her last name proudly came from her french father. Charli was not of royalty or even of rich desedence for that matter. She was of the normal class and didn't mind the slightest bit. Charli attended an all girls private school; the high school was well known to be one of the highest standard schools and very difficult to be accepted. However, Charli was always into her studies, history catching her interest the most, and always proved to be one of the top students in her class. She was most content with her life and tried her hardest to make her parents so very proud of her. Though, on one faithful day Charli's parents had told her they were going on vacation- to Sydney, Australia for two weeks.Charli of course didn't mind at all; and accepted the fact she would be alone for a while. The day's passed as Charli continued to walk to school and make herself her own meals, go to bed at the proper time and study. The day had finaly come when her parent's were to arive home. Charli could almost see her mom rushing through the door and giving her a warm hug as her dad smiled from the doorway. Waiting patiently by the door, she could hear the T.V blaring in the living. She was listening to her favorite show when it suddenly changed into the news.

"We apologize for interupting your program to bring you an important announcement." Charli heared the reporter speak In french.
She momentarily strolled back into the living, knelling down on the carpet floor as she leaned forward into the T.V.

"We've just recieved a report confirming that the Millium Meterorite which appeared In Australia a few days ago has destroyed the city of Sydney. More of these Millium Meterorite's have been spotted recently across Australia, and five cities and approxemately four million live's have just been lost due to this. The goverment has-"

Charli quickly turned off the T.V, not wanting to hear the rest. Charli had heard about these 'Millium Metorites' decending from the sky onto earth. No one know's why such things have been happening; and Charli was sure if the goverment knew they would not tell. The door-bell had rung, and Charli leaped to her feet and dashed to the door. Throwing the door opened she smiled, "Mom'ma! Papa! You're-"

Charli ceased mid-sentenced, instead of greeting her parents she spotted a tall man dressed In black. He carried a box wraped in colorful paper. The man stared down at her with no readable expression. He cleared his throat.
"Your Charli Bernier, I presume?"

Charli nodded timidly, trying to stop her quivering lip.
The man returned her gestuere,"Here, It's from Australia..."

The man gave Charli the charming box, and strolled away. Charli retreated back into her home and decended to her knees. Charli set the box down infront of her a pealed the wrapping paper slowly. Opening the box she found a jewelery box with unique carvings surrouding the outer layer of it. She took out the box and placed it on her lap, flipping it open.Once she did, Charli found a picture of her mother and father on the docks with the ocean right behind them. A personal massage was writen on the greeting card:

My dearest, Charli. Me and your father miss you so much, if only we could of brought you with us. But we promise we'll make it up to you. We'll bring lots of presents for you. So be a good girl, okay?

Charli chocked on the lump behind her throat, threatening to tighten even more. Her chin began to tremble while tears pounded behind her radiant brown eyes. She cowered further, trying to surpress the urge to lose control of her raging emotions. Taking off her thick rimmed glasses, she placed them gently into the jewlery box. Closing the box she let a few silent tears stroll down her flushed cheeks.

A few days later Charli was transported to her closest's relatives who lived In America. Taking an airplane she was flown to New York city to live with her mother's sister. And even there things were not calm. After a half a year later there was a sudden attack, leaving New York In ruins and many people dead or else struggling and barely surviving. Garbriel became known to Charli when she desperately needed help to keep herself from going insane along with the world. Gabriel had lent her the power to sooth the crumbling citizens of New York, and her Aunt who treatened to comitt suicide with the lack of food available to feed the starving city. Charli chose to leave the now rebuilding New York so there would be less mouths to feed at home, as food was still incredibly scarce. This was also an excuse to find out why the world had become what it was.

Name: Jonathan Turner

Age: 12

Angel: Michael angel of flame and war

Weapon: flaming sword

Appearance: short black hair with blue eyes he’s also quite short.

Bio: he was awoken one night to screams and shouts he walked towards his window to see people being massacred by strange creatures. He ran and hid when he came out from hiding he saw bodies of family, friends and the corpses of unknown faces alike he swore revenge against the creatures that did this. He dropped to his knees and started to pray for the strength to take his revenge upon them in a flash of light and fire he became Michael angel of flame and war.

Japan, New Zealand amoung other south pacific countries

That probably needs fixing up.

He was gliding at the peak of a once snowy mountain. Scanning the base of the mountain with his improved vision he was searching for the one who turned the snow into ash and transformed the once beautiful snowy white landscape into a dark, gloomy mountain with a scent of death.

'Hm, memories of my older self tell me that I've been here before. Serra da Estrela, the highest point in Portugal.'

As Uriel kept scanning the area fiercely with his black eyes he felt a presence. Not near him, not even in a very close area.
Across the sea he felt an Angel rise, Gabriel was her name and it was a calming presence at that.
Uriel found himself trying to communicate telepathically with Gabriel.

'Gabriel, welcome. Whatever grief brought you along shall be revenged.'

Something moved below and Uriel jumped down, in a 3 thousand meters fall towards the evil presence. It was time to clean the twisted minds.

Name: Drake Ashcroft
age: 19
angel or demon:Angel, Micheal angel of flame and war
appearance: http://lovelyd.shukuya.com/hiatus/h_1.jpg
Bio: An orphan who has been alone since he was born, he prefers solitude and will seem like a cold person when you first meet him.
He doesn't say much, but when he does it is usually very important.
He is a compassionate person at heart and will help anyone who is in trouble.
His hand to hand combat skills are highly above average, not many can match him in fight.
His weapon skills are average, but he has trouble with guns, they disgust him.
No matter the situation he keeps a strong, calm face.
- It was pouring rain and Drake stood around the rubble that was once the great city of Newyork, he climed to the roof of one of the buildings that was still standing and looked down at the endless numbers of bodies scattered across the city. He clenched his fists and fell to the ground and for the first time in his life he began to cry, he looked up at the dark sky and screamed, suddenly a loud roar came from the heavens and an enourmous bolt of lightning struck him and the building, which caused it to colapse and Drake was knocked unconcious...

Drake awoke 2 minutes later and asked himself," am i... alive?". He slowly proped himself up and was surprised that he didn't have a scratch on him, he looked at his torn shirt and saw something glowing, he lifted his shirt and saw a giant cross tattood across his chest, then as suddenly as it appeared it disapeared. He walked away with a new desire to destroy the enemy that killed so mercilously...

Will make the post tommorow going to be
Alexiel angel of Ether(Celetrial) and retrubution

(( I.N.V.U your BIO story is so sad :'(, but i enjoyed it. ))

Drake walked the streets of Newyork as he regained his composure. He looked around trying to find the source of the evil, strangely he felt as if he was being pulled towards it.. the suddenly a voice resonated through his head, but he couldn't understand a word of it, then he thought " what is it?.. speak up." there was no reply, then again the same words rang through his head, but this time they were much louder, he heard the words "Portugal" and "angels"... part him thought he was going insane, which wouldn't be much of a surprise considering the situation, but he also felt that he must search for the source of the voice. He closed his eyes and looked up into the sky and thought about the voice, then in an instant he smelled the gritty smell of earth and felt a cold bone chilling breeze which for some odd reason made him think of death... then the names "Flavio" and "Uriel" enter his mind. he opened his eyes and said " I must find Uriel.."

Just as Uriel's scythe stroke the evil beast for the last time, it started snowing again. A snow so white it looked like little lights falling down. The dark setting started to change to its former beauty. His job there was done.

" what is it?.. speak up."

'Uh? That's not Gabriel.' The voice emanated a fiery passion and a desire for war. 'Michael? Are you among us now?'

can i stil join?

if so:
zeek kaytos
14 years old
raphael
a large fan
white-blonde hair, light blue eyes, wears glasses, sharp features.
built like a swordsman, with muscles that arent bulging, but still quite intimidating. light white skin.
wearing a light white martial arts robe, pants with cuts down both sides for flexibillity.


Zeek lived on a small island off the coast of north america with his family, friends, and betrothed Rebecca. he lived a good life, having a website that made him a multi-trillionare.
but his pride and joy, the most important thing for him, the one who made every second of his life absolutely wonderful, Rebecca, was stolen by Them. zeek was a christian, and knew the end of the world was coming, but hoped They would never attack his island. he went inside his house and noticed that a stream of blood was flowing.... straight from his little cousin's heart. " Reece! no! you can't die! " suddenly his curently brown hair turned white, and light energy shot from his hand like a whitewater river.the blood stopped, Reece woke with a jolt, and said, "Zeek? am i alive?'"yes, Reecey, you will be okay. i want you to stay here, though." the boy said, "but Zeek, look at my heart! it's glowing! Zeek glanced down to see an infinity symbol appear on the boy's breastbone. " alright..... come with me. we have work to do."

((ooc: Wow! So totally thought this rp was dead. Umm, sorry for my absence but im back now and ready to post! Now, if youd like to continue please do. It's good to be back :P))

Dust clouds raged across the barren plains. Sand scratched the body Gabriel currently occupied. She coughed, chocking on the sandy air she breathed. Her movements were troubled;slow, as she dragged her feet down the rusted train tracks. Gabriel cried, stumbling over a rooted metal rail and falling limp on the dirt floor. The howling winds growled at her, feircly pushing her with all it's might. Gabriel trembled weakly, proping herslef on her mud-caked elbows, viewing the vast land that ceased to end. She narrowed her soft eyes, contemplating how long she had been traveling; not too long. She whimpered, feeling utterly powerless. She was called forth by this human girl, yet, there was little she could do. It had been far too long since she had tapped her powers and now she has practically lost her touch. She wondered, if she was capable of defeating the evil that treatened this poor humans world. To save the universe that Charli needed to be salvaged, Charli depended on Gabriel. Oh, how Gabriel questioned herself, how would she managed to do this on her own? If only....
Abruptly, Gabriel felt a thrilling jolt through her body, she wasn't alone. Someone was calling, someone was reaching out. She closed her eyes, ignoring the iche's the sand had brung to her flushed cheeks. Somewhere inside of her a presence was calling.

'Gabriel, welcome. Whatever grief brought you along shall be revenged.'

Gabriel surpressed a gasp, knowing very well who called to her. She was unsure, unwilling to respond, she didn't now what to say. Gabriel batted her eyes, staring up at the sun bathed in shadows. A smile of relief tugged at her lips.

'Uriel, brother. A great burden has now been lifted from my aching heart, now that you've called too me. So much chaos has been brought down to this world, and it torments me that evil dared to trouble the balance of this universe. However, even though I grieve along with so many others i can not come to terms with such an action as revenge. Unlike you, Uriel, my intentions are not bound by hatred. All I pray for is this world to be restored, and if my hands must be tainted for such a request to be permitted, then solely on pure and rightious intentions shall it be commited.'

Another uncommon surge flowed through Gabriels veins, another being had awakened just like herself. Her head perked as the voice rung in her ears.

" what is it?.. speak up."

It was Micheal, another one of her celestial sibling. She bowed her head, staring intently at the dirt ground.

'Michael? Are you among us now?' Uriel echoed in her mind.

She nodded to herslef. 'Michael, If you have truly awakened, please respond.'

Will make the post tommorow going to be
Alexiel angel of Ether(Celetrial) and retrubution

It seems this person didn't post, so I would be more than happy to take this character:

Name: Mark David

Age: 24

Angel: Alexiel, angel of Ether and Retribution

Weapon: Ethereal energy

Appearance: A blond hair, blue eyed, all American guy. He stands about 5 feet 10 inches tall and has a medium athletic build. He wears a pair of blue jeans with nicely ripped holes at the knees and a name brand polo with the collar popped up. His hair lays gently, as if swept up slightly in an autumn breeze, along the hairline of his finely chiseled baby face.

Bio: Mark grew up in America and was attending Arizona State University when the world began to go haywire. Being swept up in grief for his once rich lifestyle, he became wild and often abused alcohol.

One night, while drowning his fears in some leftover vodka, Mark was hit on the head from behind with a metal pipe and fell on the street lifeless.

Alexiel took this opportunity to lend his life force to the boy by incarnating into his body and resuscitating him. Little did he know that he would inherit amnesia along with the new found rental.

(Shit, I gotsta' be evil! D: FORGIVE ME JESUS... unless, I could be Jesus? :D)

Name; Noel Joyce
Age; 16
Angel/Demon;Rosiel
Weapon; Brute Strength
Appearence; Red hair and freckels with light blue eyes,and a Muscular body. A black Shirt with AC/DC across it in silver writing. Big black sneakers and baggy black pants. a Conductors hat aloft his head. Usually weaing a pair of Aviators.

Bio; As a child, Noel was often teased by his peers for his appearence. He was often sad but was loved by his family. He begun to depend on brute strength. He was always the best in his sports, rainging from Football to Hockey and such but always felt hated. When hell broke loose, and most all his family died, he felt this was his chance for revenge agenst those who had so tomented him. This was his time.

Mark lifted himself up from the alley way. He was a bit disoriented as he looked around, trying to figure out where he was. In an attempt to scratch, he felt the large knot that appeared on the back of his swollen head.

"What happened?" he mumbled, trying desperately to recall recent events, but to no avail.

He moved on to question where he was when he realized, in shock, that not only was he unable to conjure up any memory of his whereabouts, but he could not even muster the slightest idea as to who he was.

While wiping the dust off his body he noticed a very large pool of blood on the ground. Checking his head again for a wound, he came to the conclusion that that couldn't possibly be his own. There was enough there that he should have been dead.

Then a flash of emotion occurred, like feeling the residue of some long lost dream. He had been some where far away before this, somewhere lighter and surreal, but where?

It was important that he come here, he remembered that. It was a matter of life and death, good and evil, but the why and the how was lost to him.

With a sigh he consoled himself, "I will figure it out. I just need something to remind me."

He left the alley way, grasping at the sites with his eyes, hoping beyond hope that something would trigger the release of what he knew was deep inside of him.

Can I still join? Anyways this is my character:
Name: Elijah "Eli" Johanson
Age: 21
Demon: Baal
Weapon: Sniper Rifle
Appearence: Glasses that hide white eyes, pale skin, light blonde hair that is short cut, wears a black suit and tie, hardly ever smiles.
Bio: When Eli was four his parents were shot by a gang leader, and the man sensing Eli's potential, took him in. As Eli grew up his adopted father treated him harshly causing him to grow up cruel and cold. On his twenty-first birthday a rival gang member shot his father, in reply to his actions Eli only smiled, took out a gun, and shot the man. After he was finished he heard a voice in his head that offered him power to kill the people that had cast him aside and cursed him, he said, "Well if that is your offer than I think I'll accept, not to kill those who tormented me, just because it seems...fun." He then felt a strange sensation running through his veins as he slowly became Baal, the demon of terror.:3

Eli watched Gabriel, the angel he was currently observing, communicating with some other angels and grinned one of his rare grins thinking, " hmm, Mephemo would probably enjoy earth's food, and Lilith would probably enjoy the girls, an awfully interesting place we have been called to, aye Rosiel?" And a voice inside of his head said, " So Baal, you are here now?" And Eli replied, "Yes, and I am coming to realize how bad the angels are at choosing incarnations, Uriel's choice is good enough but Gabriel chose a girl, Micheal incarnated himself into an orphan and a shrimp, Raphael chose a rich kid, and Alexiel can't even remember who he is, oh, and have you seen Maphemo, Diablo, or Lilith anywhere?" He heard the reply after a long pause, "No they have not shown themselves yet." "Fools." Eli muttered under his breath, "Oh well, meet me at the Vatican, we can make our presance known there." He didn't wait for a reply, just took of towards Rome thinking, "Well, looks like I get to have my fun after all.":3

Can I still join? Anyways this is my character:
Name: Elijah "Eli" Johanson
Age: 21
Demon: Baal
Weapon: Sniper Rifle
Appearence: Glasses that hide white eyes, pale skin, light blonde hair that is short cut, wears a black suit and tie, hardly ever smiles.
Bio: When Eli was four his parents were shot by a gang leader, and the man sensing Eli's potential, took him in. As Eli grew up his adopted father treated him harshly causing him to grow up cruel and cold. On his twenty-first birthday a rival gang member shot his father, in reply to his actions Eli only smiled, took out a gun, and shot the man. After he was finished he heard a voice in his head that offered him power to kill the people that had cast him aside and cursed him, he said, "Well if that is your offer than I think I'll accept, not to kill those who tormented me, just because it seems...fun." He then felt a strange sensation running through his veins as he slowly became Baal, the demon of terror.:3

Eli watched Gabriel, the angel he was currently observing, communicating with some other angels and grinned one of his rare grins thinking, " hmm, Mephemo would probably enjoy earth's food, and Lilith would probably enjoy the girls, an awfully interesting place we have been called to, aye Rosiel?" And a voice inside of his head said, " So Baal, you are here now?" And Eli replied, "Yes, and I am coming to realize how bad the angels are at choosing incarnations, Uriel's choice is good enough but Gabriel chose a girl, Micheal incarnated himself into an orphan and a shrimp, Raphael chose a rich kid, and Alexiel can't even remember who he is, oh, and have you seen Maphemo, Diablo, or Lilith anywhere?" He heard the reply after a long pause, "No they have not shown themselves yet." "Fools." Eli muttered under his breath, "Oh well, meet me at the Vatican, we can make our presance known there." He didn't wait for a reply, just took of towards Rome thinking, "Well, looks like I get to have my fun after all.":3
This thread died MONTHS ago. I don't even think INVU goes on anymore (such a shame, we had a good rp going on).