GTDRPG: Of Angels and Demons(LIVE)

[Nosedagger]

Montone was nowhere to be seen.

Mogrom contemplated this failure while he scrabbled around the kitchen, looking for water and sustenance. Inside a cupboard were several cans of beans. He tested the stove; it wasn't working. The gas truck had been intercepted by the clans and hellspawn groups for improvised explosives. No matter.

Some minutes later, what was left of the cupboard crackled brightly in the centre of the living room. It animated shadows off the displaced furniture, which was arranged in a circle around Mogrom while he held a kettle and a pan of beans over the fire. The living room had been chosen for it's strategic safety: the rest of the house had been built around it. Stray shells and rockets would have a much reduced likelihood of reaching him. Mogrom had fought and killed all six of the terrace's occupants for this stronghold. He wasn't ready to give it up yet. Not after Montone escaped.

Eva was contacting him. Mogrom squeezed his eyes shut and imagined himself standing in a dark, featureless room, empty but for a door. Lady Evil, indistinct but unmistakeable, entered the room.

"My lady, I have failed to capture the being Montone."

"Do not worry." Eva seemed dauntless, her feel through the telepathic link feral and determined. "I have a new job for you."

So there was still hope.

"Are you in Los Andreas now?"

"Yes, my lady. Lowbarda. Clans and hellspawn running unchecked - for now."

"One of our Warspawn went missing while searching for the sentient sword, Antennuch. He was last seen jumping off the Maxwell Skyscraper, pursued by the local law enforcement, Iron Knights and Guardian Angels. Though he was hit with heavy fire, we believe that the unique armour he wore took the brunt of the damage for him. This man - John Preston - may no longer be one of our own, or even look like a former Warspawn. Bring him back. Alive."

"It shall be done, my lady."

"You may start looking in Lowbarda. I will provide you with further intel about your targets as we recover it from the armour."

Mogrom hesitated to ask a question. "The Maxwell Skyscraper is a significant distance from Lowbarda, Mistress. May I inquire as to why you are suggesting I search here?"

"John Preston was born in Lowbarda. He's... confused right now. I think it's likely he will return to his childhood home."

Eva paused, as if to reconsider. "Preston - or his armour - may very well have vital information pertaining to the whereabouts of Antennuch. If circumstances permit, acquire Antennuch as well." The demi-demon paused again. "I'm counting on you, Mogrom."

"Thank you for giving me a second chance, my lady."

And I mean that, he thought as Eva shimmered away. He sat back, crushing beans in his mouth and compared firearms in his head.

[Wixern]

The streets were empty, desolate. Moving through the city, BSN and Wixern made their way. Searching for something to eat, somewhere to sleep and some place to get a new sword for Wixern. Their wounds were still fresh, and they were weary. It was a good thing there were no more demons around, though the destruction they'd wrought was widespread.

A sound issued from somewhere nearby, but BSN paid little attention. Wixern thought it was a locust swarm, and hastily hid a piece of vegetable he'd plucked some time again, in fear of the swarm.

[Scuba]

"It was a scene of unimaginable massacre, the likes this world hasn't seen for thousands of years. Limbs lay scattered across the fields, slowly decaying in large pools of blood. Swords laid unsheathed in the bodies of the dying and dead, never to be retrieved by their owners again. It was a hell on earth, as the demons clashed with us and the angels. The screams of agony can still be heard on the fields, as if the sounds have buried themselves in the very land itself. It was on that battlefield that I fought. It was there that I was cursed. It was there.... That I died." -Sir Wilhelm Dehmas


Name: William [Unknown] (not his given name, just one for convenience in this time and age)
Old Aliases (RPG) Kyle Ardet, Adam Rose
Nickname: Bill
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: Centuries Old
Weight: 230 Pounds
Height: 6'2
History: He was orphaned at a young age, forced to turn to thievery merely to survive. One day when he was about 10, he tripped while running from thieving bread, and was beaten without mercy. His body broken, on the verge of death, a man stumbled upon him. The man gave him shelter, food, water, and allowed him to recover. Later, the man turned out to be a neighboring lord, and asked if Kyle would like to come with him. Kyle; feeling he owed the lord his life; gladly accepted, and vowed to always protect the Lord, until death claimed his body. He was tutored by the lords most prestigious Warriors, and learned how to cast every spell, and handle every weapon expertly. Using this knowledge, he combined magics and weapons to previously unknown combinations, and rose to be one of the Lords most powerful servants. During this time, Hell and Heaven were in a state of War, the two sides almost equal in power. One Day, Kyle was called to war by his Lord to assist the angels, whom the Lord owed a debt to for saving his country from a drought.
Description:
Favors : Peace
Hates : War, Misfortune, Taal, Incompetence.
Personality : Altruist, Chivalrous, Composed, Valorous
Combat Skills: All Melee Weapons, Ancient Magics, Hand to Hand Combat
Prefered Weapons : Tsutachi + Kazetachi (held in hands)

Weapons Background : The sword names are meant to represent 2 different names each.

Kaze + Tachi = Kaze = wind, and Tachi can mean Sword/Cut. So it's the Wind Sword/Wind Cutter

Tsu(chi) + Tachi = Tsuchi = Earth, and Tachi means Sword/Cut. So it's the Earth Sword/Earth Cutter

(These were NOT CHOSEN based on grammar or properness, the chance that these are correctly named is VERY VERY little, the words were chosen cuz they sound SMEXY.)

Artifact: None
Force: Neutral
Allegiance: Adventurer
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair Color: Black
Status: Alive
Current Location: Axium Castle

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Spells so far

Magic Arrow : A basic spell that takes on the properties of an arrow, casted in any magic. This can also be used on weapons.

Ice Prison : By condensing ice magic to a near diamond-like surface, he can create a physical barrier against most physical attacks and some slight magical attacks.

Demonic Barrier : By using a combination of his five elements, he can create a magical barrier to quarantine and weaken demonic entities. Only works on Demons.

Warriors Dance : By using his magic energy as a fuel drive, he pumps energy through his entire body to enhance physical traits (I.E, jumping, running, punching, ETC.)

Spacial Warp : Transports selected players by creating a wormhole of sorts. Drains the user considerably. An invention by Wilhelm has allowed the use of containing this energy in a small marble like object, allowing a simple snap of the fingers to initiate the spell.

Berserk : Causes Wilhelm to fly into an unthinking rage while doubling his physical strength. During this state, spells cannot be used; including hammerspace.

Ghoul : Under his curse from the time of his death, an inner Pure Demon will surface, causing all thought to leave his body. Unable to recognize friend or foe; an unstoppable need to kill will occur. This status will not subside until forcibly subdued or nothing is left to destroy.

[Scuba]

Kyle walked the streets, searching out for "it's" presence. Faint... Too faint.. How is it possible that such a vile energy can almost eradicate itself? Kyle knew something was wrong, "it" was close enough that he could feel the faint traces of the evil energy permeating throughout the city. You're here somewhere you heathen. It's only a matter of time until I find you Kyle's eyes were scanning the streets left and right.

Then, Kyle felt it. Slightly, but noticeable enough. There you are. Kyle started running. He flew down the streets, locked onto the smell of his prey. It led him directly to a building. Kyle looked up, noting that the building looked like it was ready to fall in on itself. The windows were broken, and the walls were full of bullet holes. He grabbed onto the ladder, and began climbing up to the upper floors. He reached the third floor, and entered through a destroyed window. The inside was as if a tornado had come through. the furniture overturned and items lying all across the floor.

Kyle took little notice, and kept moving. He reached the other side of the building, and peered down through a window. A girl was lying on the street, just beginning to wake up it seemed.


"Is she the one?" Kyle thought out loud.


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the chick is harper.

Also, I'm expecting epsilon half way into the argument, but i wont be taking the same actions again since i actually know what state he's in from that fight with alpha or whatever.

[God-Splitter]

A small black helicopter circled Lowbarda, surveying the destruction.


The majority of the city was in shambles, destroyed no doubt by the raging battle between Heaven and Hell. His employers liked alittle bit of both. His figure was shroud in the darkness inside the helicopter's hull as they traveled sliently pass the restricted airzone. The TLEA had imposed a quarantine around the surrounding area were a Code Red had last been seen. His mission was simple, Extraction. Extract the Code Red and eliminate all hostiles.


"You guys ready?"

He checked his firearms and equipment making sure he had everything for the job. His weapons consisted of a standard Shinobi Blade. He never left home on a mission without one. An Avenger MK.IV, in his opinion the best Shotgun ever made. Raven 9 customized of course, with a silencer. And last various types of Grenades ranging from Frag grenades to Sleeping gas.

The fact that the pilot said " you guys" had really pissed him off. He perhaps the greatest Assassin in Astra, of all people, had to work with members of the Temple Assassinorum. Three of them as a matter of fact, sent by his employer to ensure that the job will be done correctly. It was an insult to the highest degree. But he wasn't going to anything to them, these guys were dangerous. They called themselves the Overshadows. Equipped with Shealth Suits of gray because their lazy asses never learned the true art of Shealth, Overshadows were equipped with the highly rare and advanced Overshadow Sniper Rifle. A Overshadow Sniper Rifle round can penetrate even the thickest armor of a Travian Tank like a bullet through wet tissue. Often he had dreams of holding and firing one between the eyes of his target. Even with this, he was certainly not foolish enough to even touch an Overshadow whom were masters of close quarter combat and would likely kill before he could even touch their Rifles. Of course he would likely be able to kill two of them before the last one could even reach him, but he was not going to take that risk.

Without saying a word, he approached the side of the side of the helicopter. He secured his harness and prepared to jump. Suddenly an arm block his path before he could to so. One of the Overshadows looked at him square in the eyes.

"You first Shadow Ninja."

The Shadow Ninja smiled inside his mask and slowly inched towards the side of the helicopter. He looked at the dangerous height between him and the ground as the helicopter hovered. The Shadow Ninja hated heights, but he loved jumping. Slowly he turned around to the Overshadow.

"Eat a bag of baby dick." he said smiling, moonsaulting out the helicopter.

[Ailysa]

Taking the movement to be an act of withdrawing a gun, the Night Elf quickly shoved the Iron-Sider back against the wall and brought her dagger close to the woman’s head. A rush of adrenaline pushed Ailysa to do more, but she sustained it.

“You bίtch,” she repeated, her voice shaking uncontrollably.

Now was the time to kill the Iron-Sider… to kill… Shattershard. Ailysa pushed herself to thrust the blade into Shattershard. She moved her butterknife an inch closer, but couldn’t do it. She tried again, with full concentration, glaring into the woman’s eyes, but could not bring herself to take a life. Why were the Red-Storm, Machines and Demons so much easier to slay? They had been trying to kill Ailysa first and in self-defence, she had attacked them back. Shattershard had caused her so much suffering, yet Ailysa was beyond the primitive ways of revenge.

She sighed. Who was the mission really for? Herself, or for the Ruler? She slowly exchanged the butterknife from her good hand to her bad hand. Nevertheless, she did not want Shattershard to get away with what she had done. Ailysa took a step back and without warning, raised her strong hand behind and above her shoulder for momentum and struck it against Shattershard’s left cheek.

The sound of the slap reverberated across the alley.

[Wixern]

A sharp sound echoed through the air, bouncing off the walls and, finally, reaching BSN's ears. She turned towards the sound and started running, on the assumption that there was someone who needed help, or could help them. Wixern sauntered behind, still half-dazed.

When they reached the streets, they saw two familiar faces. The night elf, Ailysa, and the woman who'd helped them before. Apparently, Ailysa had just hit the woman after having her pinned to the wall. BSN ran up to her, and spoke.
'Ailysa? What are you doing here? And what are you doing to her?' BSN asked, pointing to the strange woman.

Wixern looked at Ailysa, his eyes sending messages to his brain. Memories returned to him. Memories of affliction, kisses, the soft brush of skin, sharing, holding, watching, lying, fighting. Loving.
'Ahhh, who is this most Madame charmé? She looks like la flowers; pretty, mais feisty.' Wixern said, with a strange, French accent. He reached into his pocket and produced a flower. Crumpled, trodden upon and slightly decaying, he presented the flower to Ailysa.
'Accept this gift, from moi to you, s'il vous plaît.'

[controls]

@Scuba: To answer your question, Epsilon's fairly fine and dandy.

Originally Posted by God-Splitter

He perhaps the greatest Assassin in Astra, of all people, had to work with members of the Temple Assassinorum.

Lol, and the Emperor of Mankind thus pronounced, "Commandment XVI: Thou shalt not call thy Sisters of Battle 'Bolter B1tches'."

Originally Posted by Sigh

Eff this, waiting takes to long. I'm going to pretend that Omega never asked about the MC wars because I can't come up w. a response

Sorry. I've been feeling lethargic lately. =/

By the way, since we're rewriting I'm gonna change a little bit in what happened between my characters. It won't affect anything overall.
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"Hey, hey what's the matter coward?!"

"You're going to die, don'tcha know!!"

Alpha's catcalls rang just below Epsilon as he scrambled madly up the fire escape. The machine could almost feel the lunacy radiating off of Omega's body as it laborously chased after him, cackling like the patients in an asylum.

Epsilon roared back at him amidst the demented laughter, "Little Punk. You think you're stronger than me?" The two reached the top of the building, pulling themselves over the edge in split-second intervals of each other. Omega's body twisted violently as it puppeteered itself into doing a roundhouse kick.

The kick connected against the side of Epsilon's head, sending his form tumbling against a nearby vent. He sprinted foward and ducked low, evading a brawny fist that sailed over his head.

[Sigh]

Originally Posted by controls

Sorry. I've been feeling lethargic lately. =/

By the way, since we're rewriting I'm gonna change a little bit in what happened between my characters. It won't affect anything overall.

It's not your fault, apologies to my impatience, I've been PMSing a bit lately, Singapore edu. is a ***** even to a Sec. 2.
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Anna quickly scrambled up the fire escape ladder while at the same time shouting Omega's name. Rushing hadn't been the best idea, as her sudden abrupt movements eventually loosened the screws of the ladder, causing one side to peel to the left and made her lose hold of her grip.

Just about ready to fall backwards, David instinctively grabbed hold of her with one arm and supported her back up.

"If this is going to be happening just so occasionally, we'll be long dead before even catching sight of your dad." He joked.

Anna grunted and ripped away from him. Before going up the ladder again though she took a slight glimpse back at David; his little smile and messy brown hair had always been the same, it was just a mere stereotypical appearance of another average teenage boy, but something about it this time made it seem somewhat...different.

She quickly broke her gaze and faced upwards towards the sky, blushing a slight bit. Perhaps she stared a bit too long.

[_Zephyre_]

Harper reeled from the slap, already unstable from the night elf's presence - and the way it almost broke the arcane seal that locked her memories away.

She slumped against a wall and slid down do a knee, a hand clutching her face that was already concealed by her auburn hair. Yet it did little to conceal the violent pulsing of the runes that formed the circumference of her pupils.

Ailysa's touch had sent a fresh, new influx of memories into the angel, and that, with the memories before it, was enough to break Primus' seal.

Harper threw her head up towards the sky and let out a feral roar, her wings bursting from her back. Arcane energy pulsed out in a circle from her location, threatening to topple anything caught in its blast.

Then she extended her wings and shot towards the sky.

To Wixern's joy, a number of feathers drifted gently towards the now-cracked ground.

[Ailysa]

The force of the slap sent the Iron-Sider backwards into the wall and she slid onto a knee.

In addition, because of Shattershard, Ailysa had now become a fugitive. With her refusal to punish Shattershard with death for her sins, she would be wanted by the Ruler. Her body shook for a second as the Night Elf remembered the Ruler's words: “I will start off by telling you that if you shall be disloyal to me, you will be punished severely for your actions."

Subconsciously, Ailysa discerned two people come by her side; however, Ailysa kept eye contact with the Iron-Sider in the midst her fury, but her tone changed from anger to confusion, as she descried the runes of Shattershard’s pupils pulsing violently.

The Night Elf turned away and saw two familiar comrades standing behind her.

"W-Wixern! BSN?"

Her former companion walked up to her with a straight face and began uttering words that she could not comprehend, given that she could make no connection between his announcement and the situation that she was in.

At the presentation of a flower, Ailysa stared blankly at the two, the intensity of her state, lost.

“Ailysa, what are you doing here?" uttered BSN. "Moreover, what are you doing to that woman? She's only just woken up, and you're slapping the daylights out of her?”

Ailysa paused for a few seconds to recollect her thoughts before replying.

“…she threatened me with her gun and I had to protect myself,” she muttered, speaking partially the truth.

Ailysa gave a nervous laugh. “Besides, it would be better to slap a woman then to stab her, eh?”

The abrupt conversation was cut short as energy burst from the Iron-Sider. Ailysa jumped away in time as wings sprouted from the woman's back and she shot towards the sky.

[Wixern]

Before being able to answer, the woman flew up into the air, leaving behind a trail of feathers. Wixern happily grabbed some of them, and started arranging them like a bunch of flowers. BSN merely watched with interest as the woman flew, but quickly turned back to Ailysa.

'She threatened you?' she asked, slightly suspicious. After all, the woman had only recently collapsed due to unknown reasons. Then again, flying up into the air without warning also fell under the category of suspiciousness.
'Anyway, what are you doing here? This isn't exactly a holiday resort, especially not in its current state.'

Wixern had finished his composition of feathers. He presented them to Ailysa, the feathers giving off a strange, blue glow, as though radiating some form of aura.
'Le feathers of une angèl, for you. Zey describe your beauty and grace, though not entirely.'
BSN flicked one of the feathers away from Wixern's hand, causing most of them to rumple.
'Sweety, I think it's best if I do the talking. You just watch the birdies, okay?'
'Ah, ze pretty lady, she asks me to watch les heavens, when there are so many lovely angels here. I shall be courteous, however, and do as she asks.' Wixern answered, and stared up into the sky. The angel had just reached the top of her flight, and Wixern stared with interest.

[_Zephyre_]

Harper perched at the very edge of the top of the skyscraper, just out of the group's sight.

Tears ran freely down her cheeks as she dwelled upon her recently returned memories, trying to keep a tangle of thoughts, emotions and visions of the past in check.

[God-Splitter]

The Shadow Ninja hid himself behind the towering shadow of a skyscaper as he made his way pass ruins of destroyed cars and buildings. He was strictly advised not to engage alone on his mission without support from his "teammates". His target last known location was roughly a few city blocks away.

The Shadow Ninja looked to the his right side as he quietly sprint down the destroyed alley. Barely visible about 100 yards away was one of Overshadows; cloaked in his stealth suit besides the scrapped remains of a bus traveling around the same pace he was. It wasn't easy to spot an Overshadow once their cloaked. But it wasn't hard niether, all you had to do was know where to look. And the Shadow Ninja did.

To his left side above the rooftop of a destroyed stores stood another Overshadow Assassin, surveying the area for enemies. The last Overshadow was the commanding "Leader" of the mission. And he was not were to be found.. The Leader took immediate offense after the Shadow Ninja spoke ill of him. One things for sure, the Shadow Ninja would have to look out for accidental friendly fire from this point on.


The Leader of the Overshadow Unit, "Spirit-1" held the Shadow Ninja at his crosshairs at all times. He was joyed the notion that his potential target hadn't found him. He himself was literally hanging sideways and walking along a wide strip of buildings just directly behind the Shadow Ninja. His orders was simple; extracted the Code Red safely without detention; and neutalize the Shadow Ninja once the Code Red was safe. A smirk appear under his mask. He was going to enjoy pulling the trigger.

[God-Splitter]

Matthias laid on the ground for what seemed like years, surrounded by an endless stretch of blackness. Perhaps this was death. Matthias smiled. He knew he couldn't outrun it forever. It seemed the old bastard finally cashed in his check. At last the Immortal would find peace after countless years of inner strife.

He stood motionless for hours, waiting for death's cold grasp to take him. He didn't weep. Matthias lost that ability many years ago. But suddenly Matthias heard a sound. As hours when by, the sound grew louder, and closer to his location. Soon, Matthias discovered it wasn't a sound, but a voice. The voice of a being far older than Matthias could imagine. His words pierced Matthias like the sharp blades that had first killed him.






A vision came upon the Immortal.







A vision of an inevitable future.




Matthias was awake now; gazing upon the dark cave surrounding him.

"Matthias! What happened?!" The Great Teacher spoke.

Sweating uncontrollably, the Immortal didn't have the time to explain to his talking weapon what happened. He quickly got up and sprinted to the cave entrance as fast as he could; with his weapon safely strapped around his shoulders.

"Matthias?! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!"

"I can stop this!"

"Stop what? MATTHIAS HAVE YOU GONE CRAZY?! WHAT ABOUT GENOCIDE?! HE'S STILL IN THERE! MATTHIAS! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!"

Matthias didn't stop and didn't answer. All he could hear was the voice.


"You can not change the future."