Roleplaying

Charley glanced down at the red-haired angel. He thought she was waking up, but he was mistaken. Charley and "The Archs" entered the community, being greeted by the natives. "Storm, you made it home," said an elderly, pale-skinned male angel. He was a Cloud Angel and wore attire fit for someone who deserved respect. "We did our best and there were no casualties on our side, Elder Mack," said Charley. Elder Mack nodded and looked at the young woman in Charley's muscular arms. "And who is this?" asked Elder Mack. Charley looked from Mack to the young woman. "I'm not sure, but she was a rogue, attacking the guards around the same time we did," said Charley. "So she's your responsibility now, Charley," said Mack. "I kind of figured that," said Charley. He walked along the brick path with Ricardo and Elder Mack. "How's Ben?" asked Charley. "Benjamin is doing fine, and he's already settled into his room," said Elder Mack. "Good, I need to talk to the kid," said Ricardo, making a left turn into a building. Charley and Elder Mack arrived at a tall, black building. When they entered, the two angels flew upward, soon halting four stories high upon a door. Elder Mack opened the door and Charley flew inside. He rested the red-haired angel on his comfortable bed and turned to Elder Mack. "I've seen her face in the database before," said Mack. "When?" asked Charley. "A day ago," replied Elder Mack. "I don't know her name, but her face is familiar, even if its unreadable," said Mack. Charley looked back at the young woman. "Keep your eye on her, she's a beauty, yet if she was rogue,  could be dangerous," said Elder Mack, exiting the room and closing the door back. Charley walked up to his window, opened it, and then pulled a chair up to a table of his. He sat down and began to polish his blades. When he finished, he spread his wings and cleaned them. Afterwards, he jumped up and grabbed a hold of a metal bar, beginning to do his pull-ups.

Natasha heard everything they were saying, reminding herself to wipe their records of her when she got the chance. She subconsciously quirked an eyebrow when she was called a "beauty". She let out a soft sigh when she felt the mattress under her aching body, letting her eyes open again. She sat up silently, looking around the room, making a note of every possible window and door. Every entrance and exit. Natasha's eyes them landed on Charley. She raised a red eyebrow, glancing around. She was pretty certain they hadn't searched her, and produced a blade strapped to her thigh. She silently got up, stalking towards him. She got right behind him, holding the blade to his neck, her hand over his mouth. Her lips were close to his ear, enough for him to hear her. "If you so much as move one muscle, this blade will be lodged into your throat. And others will find their way into less pleasant places." She whispered. Her voice was hoarse, however it was more sensual and sexy. Natasha kept her eyes on the window, watching him by his reflexion. "Now tell me. Who are you?" She told him, moving her hand from his mouth, trusting him not to scream for help. Natasha continued to watch him, her lips close enough to "accidentally" brush against his ear. Her breathing was consciously kept under control. She had seen what he was like in a fight, though she was unsure if he had seen her. She was also unsure if he could resist her seductive strategy.

Charley grunted. Shoot, wasn't watching my back, how stupid! Charley felt her breath on his ear. She asked who he was. Charley made sure to keep his hands up. Why didn't I check her for weapons, was I distracted? Charley thought. "My name is Charley Storm, and I'm a Dark Angel like you," he said. "I'm on your side, so there's no need to hold a knife to my throat," said Charley. He turned his head slightly, catching a glimpse of her eyes. They were like jade orbs. "I know you must be confused, but I helped save your life," he said. "It was the least I could do for a fellow angel," said Charley. He saw his blades on the table, just two feet away. If he went for them, the knife would cut through his neck. But what if his wings did? Charley thought better of it. "I know you know your face is in the database, but listen, no ones here to kill you, hurt you, or take you away," said Charley. "I'm a man and an archangel of my word," he said. "You're a rogue, I can see that, and you don't take kindly to help," said Charley. "But if I left you there, you would have died and those humans would have experimented on you...possibly worse," said Charley. He could feel her body on his back. Charley pushed back the tempting thoughts, knowing it could get him killed in this predicament. "Please, if you put the knife down, we can talk this out," said Charley. He wasn't about to hit or harm a female. She was in a place that was alien to her. Charley would've did the same. He looked at her eyes through her red hair. "Your name is?" he asked, trying to make small talk.

(Urgh I'm so sorry for the really late reply! Ive written this twice now because my tablet keeps logging me out every time I go to post and it isnt the best thing to type on lol. Again, I am realy sorry!)

Natasha watched his face in the window, knowing the effect she had on him. "Dont even try to tell me you understand, because you really don't. You have no idea who I am, or what I have experienced." She growled against his ear, keeping the blade hidden in case of CCTV. She was doing well with making it seem life an intimate moment, by pressing her large chest into his back a little more. "Why did you save me?" Natasha asked, moving to sit in his lap. Straddle being a better word. Her jade eyes studied him, the blade still againsst his neck. She wasnt going to move it any time soon. She didn't trust him. She didnt trust anyone. Natasha leaned in close to make it seem like she was about to kiss him, but stopped a hair's breath away from his face. It was clear now she smelt like vanilla with a little bit of a spicy tint. "Did you think you'd get a reward if you helprd me?" She asked, her full pink lips pulling into a sexy smirk. "Hm.. Maybe just before I kill you." She hummed, quirking an eyebrow at his question. "Im on your database. You should know. Besides, its not like I'm sticking around." She told him, letting out her natural dirty chuckle at what he had said. "Talk it out? Im sure youd like that. Im hard to convince that youre actually helping people." Natasha had been convinced by so many people that what she was was a disease.

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Charley should've known this would happen. He should've known a rogue was going to be a hard person to convince. Charley sighed as he slowly sat down, with the red-haired angel doing the same. He could feel her being seductive. Her eyes were like hypnotizing specks. Charley knew it wasn't a kiss that was coming. He could feel the blade about his throat. Charley suddenly smiled. "You're right, I don't know you," he said. His wings had acted in secretcy. They immediately struck the table behind the red-haire angel, sending his blades flying their way. Charley stomped the floor, kicking back in his seat. His left hand knocked the red-haired angel's knife hand away from his throat, with Charley whirling around in mid-air to catch both his blades. The young woman had fallen to the floor. Charley was upon her in an instant, blades against her own throat in an X like fashion. "And you don't know me," he growled. Charley's wings spread in anger. His eyes illuminated with a jet black aura. "You see, it's angels like you that make it hard for angels like me to save our own race," said Charley, his voice sounding as if it were combined with others. "I'm not some fool who falls in love with a beautiful girl at first sight, little red," snapped Charley. "I'm an archangel and I try my best to keep the peace," he said. "I don't know nothing about you, but I know this attitude of yours is sure to get you killed by the Angel Poachers." The room was suddenly covered in dark light. Charley's wings were like black beacons as thy glowed. His dark magic was taking over. "Now look, I saved your life, so the least you can do is thank me," he said. "I'm not here to imprison you, you're free to go anytime," snapped Charley. The room began to shake from his rage. Ricardo pushed open the door and saw him. "Charley," he said. "GET OUT!" roared Charley. Ricardo, chastised, nodded and left, closing the door back. Charley turned back to the red-haired young woman. "If you want to go, go, just try not to kill anyone on your way out," he snarled. Charley's magic subsided as he removed his blades from her neck. His room returned to normal as he walked over to the window and opened it. He then turned to the angel. "Go ahead," he said, nodding at the window. Charley's chest heaved from his frustration. He kept his blades at the ready.

(Oh, I didnt known that! Thank you!))

Natasha thought she had everything under control. Howevet in a split second, the tables had turned and she was on her back, with him leering over her. The whole turn of events brought back horrific flashbacks of her past when she had been held in the facility in Russia before she was transported:

Strapped to an uncomfortable,  old, leather dental-like chair, dressed in ragged, torn and stain clothing, a younger form of herself glanced around in panic, her vision in her dream was much like it had been in the reality. Clouded from the many tears she had shed. Natasha's eyes were red and sore from the many nights crying for someone just to hold her. Suddenly, a man was standing next to her, his filthy hands roaming. Beginning their nightly adventure. Natasha could hear her her screams echoing off the walls in her memory, causing her to shake in reality.

Natasha snapped back into the present, shaking with her green eyes wide and beginning to produce tears. This was far from an act. Her traumatic past had left her broken beyond repair, and left to think about every second she was locked in that room. When Charley had moved, she didnt leave. She physically couldn't. Instead, she curled up into a ball, laying on her side as she began to sob. Natasha was remembering every second she had tried so hard to forget. She kept murmuring under her choaked voice, tears rolling down her porcelain skin. She had her arms shielding her head, as though she was hiding. Her murmurs of words came in both English and Russian.

(No prob, glad I could help, and that's a cool past introduction! XD)

Charley cocked his head at what he saw. The angel didn't move. Instead, she sat their, balled up on the floor. She was crying, murmuring words in English and...was that Russian? No, I'm not falling for the crocodile tears, thought Charley. He then studied the red-haired girl's body language some more. Charley's eyes bulged. He cautiously made his way over to her. She was hiding her face with her arms. Charley remained three feet away. "If this is a trick, I'll happily knock you out that window if you strike," he warned. When the angel didn't respond, Charley sighed, but didn't turn his back. Why was she crying? Charley had to think. For an angel, especially a Dark Angel, to go rogue was due to a past issue. Charley's grandfather went rogue due to abuse from Charley's great-grandfather. Charley's grandfather had even changed the way he dressed and acted. Charley's eyes lit up as he got the idea. The red-haired angel's past was the reason, it had to be. Charley looked at her. He slowly but surely took the knife away from her grasp and threw it to the floor to his right. He understood why Ricardo said she dressed like a hooker. This girl had to have been abused...or molested at a young age, he thought. That kind of stuff could and would haunt an angel forever. Charley reluctantly put away his swords, walked over to the window, and closed it. He inhaled and exhaled, forcing himself to touch the young woman. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said. Charley hefted her in his arms and placed her on the bed. "Look, the maid will be by here with some food and I'll make sure she feeds you, but remember," said Charley. He walked over to the window and opened it again. "You're free to go at anytime," he said. Charley then walked over to the door, opened it, and stepped out. Ricardo was standing before him. "What happened?" he asked. "Nothing, just a little chat," said Charley. He looked back at the sobbing red-haired angel. "You must've hit her," said Ricardo. Charley scowled. "I don't hit females, Ricardo, not out of disrespect or anger," he said. "Fine, but Elder Mack wants to see you and he wanted you to see this," said Ricardo, handing Charley a document. Charley took it and read the paper. A photo was on it, with information of the person in the photo. Charley wasn't surprised. It was the young woman's photo, a mug shot.

"Natasha Black," said Ricardo. "She was a nice girl until she was kidnapped and found her wings," he said. "And also," said Ricardo, pointing at the bottom of the paper. "I know...she's sort of a rape victim," said Charley. "Well, yeah," said Ricardo. "She left Russia and came here seeking revenge I guess," he said. Charley nodded and handed the document to Ricardo. "Look, she's not to be messed with or talked to unless she asks for it, understand?" asked Charley. "Yes sir," said Ricardo. "You're her bodyguard until I get back and the maid is bringing food, so don't get mad if she doesn't eat," said Charley, closing the door back. Ricardo nodded. Charley clapped him on the arm and flew down to the exit. He flew out of the building. A minute later, he landed before the doors of the Great Hall. Entering, he walked through a large hall before coming to a set of metal double doors. Charley opened them and walked inside. "You needed to see me, Elder Mack?" asked Charley. Elder Mack, who was joined by twelve other elders, sat at a large table. "Please, Storm, have a seat," said Elder Mack. Charley nodded and sat next to the angel. "Now that he's here, we need to talk about the threat the humans have upon us," said Elder Mack. "What of this new Dark Angel rogue you found, Leader Storm?" asked an annoying old angel named Rhaymis. Charley stood and slammed his fist on the table, cracking it. The others jumped in surprise. "You don't speak of her, she's had it rough!" shouted Charley. Rhaymis reluctantly nodded. Charley cleared his throat. "My apologies, continue, Elder Mack," he said, sitting back down and ruffling his feathers on his wings.

(Why, thank you xD) Natasha, for as long as she remembered, had always been abused. Those men had taught her everything she knew. How to fight. How to use her body as a weapon. And, for their own enjoyment, teach her how to please men, and occasionally women if they got bored. Natasha, at first, sobbed throughout her "lessons" but she slowly began to get used to them, until the men began to say that this was how they shower her they loved her. That no one else would ever love her. Natasha allowed the men, and often women abuse her, until it became an addiction. So much so, that she began to beg for them to even look at her. Everything had changed when she had snook in their room to preform her services, to see she had been replaced by one of the female regulars. Natasha had snapped, killing everyone who had touched her. As time went on, Natasha found enjoyment of sleeping with, then killing men. It was her way of revenge until that became her new addiction. For three years. Finally, at the age of 16, she left Russia and as he wings began to grow, she was captured and experimented on. Having found a deep, psychological link between physical abuse and getting her to do what they wanted, they decided to go ahead and do it, until she began to sit in the corner in her cell, rocking slightly. They had resorted to beating her when she had stopped responding to them. Natasha had been weaning herself off of using her sexuality in order to kill. She had been saved months prior to this day. Natasha, was now sitting up. Her knees up with her forehead on them, her arms around her legs. She was rocking slightly, trying to comfort herself. She had been trying to change. Trying to make herself normal like everyone else. Natasha hated herself for how she was. So weak and broken. Like a child still, in some ways. She just sat silently in the middle of the room, her empty stomach turning constantly until she began to sick up the bile from et stomach. The memories really did make her sick to her stomach, and she blamed herself for letting it happen.

(Sorry it took long, I had to mow the lawn)

"The conflict with these humans are becoming deadlier by the month," said Elder Mack. "True, but they started this war, not us," said Elder Sage, a Snow Angel female who was older than Mack. The other elder angels agreed. "That may be true, but I think we're on the verge of a disadvantage," said Charley. The elders looked at him. Charley stood, putting his hands behind his back. "How so?" asked Elder Vasquez. "When we were fleeing with the young angels, the Dark Angel I rescued, Natasha, had been shot with a magnesium bullet coated with gold nitrate and mountain ash," said Charley. The elders gasped, all expect for Elder Rhaymis. "Those three combinations are our ultimate weakness," said the elder. "Right," said Charley. "Fortunately, I was able to save Ms. Black before she succumbed to the bullet's substances," he said. Charley paced the other way. "The humans are capturing the younger ones these days because they are testing our blood," said Charley. "They're even using the captured angels as guinea pigs, seeing if they're new antidotes could kill the angelic DNA inside us, but it  sort of back fired, killing the little angels instead," he said. He looked at the elders. "That's where they found their advantage over us. If they shot us with those bullets, we'd die in less than five minutes without the right remedies to cure us," said Charley. "Did you keep the bullet, Leader Storm?" asked Elder Rhaymis. Charley was irked by the angel's comment, but knew he'd thrown the bullet away. "No, Rhaymis, I threw it in the flames of a fire we made before heading here," said Charley. Rhaymis shook his head with a chuckle. "How nice," said the elder. Charley scowled at him. "As I was saying, "The Archs" will need maintenance on their wings and gear if we're randomly hit," said Charley. "My wings were able to keep the bullets at bay, but those were regular bullets," he said. "I believe the one that struck Ms. Black would've left a great scar or posdibly have went through and struck me down," said Charley. "And we're glad they were regular," said Elder Sage. Charley nodded. "Well then," said Elder Mack, rising from his seat. "Will see to it that we counteract this new weaponized material," he said. Charley nodded as he was dismissed. He walked out of the Great Hall and flew over to the market where he found little Benjamin. "Hey, man, how ya holding?" he asked him. Benjamin looked at him. "Good, thanks," he said. Charley nodded.

It was shear chaos at the Angel Poacher headquarters. Walls had collapsed, fires had broken out, men had fallen in combat and others were seriously wounded. Many of them would not even see the sun rise. Fortunately, Sem's uncle was amongst the soldiers that were only lightly wounded, but to Sem it looked rather severe. Matt's leg was all bandaged up, he had some shallow but painful looking cuts on his arms which had been bleeding a lot and his right eye was coverd up with a bandage. The doctors weren't sure if his eye would ever heal. Sem had been one of the luckiest soldiers, he had only received a few cuts and bruises. Yet, he felt far away from lucky. His uncle was wounded and not to mention very enraged by the defeat that fueled his hate for Angels even more. The fact that Sem himself had been sheltered by his uncle and felt like deadweight. And that he had lost someone who he considered a friend. Gen, a middle-aged, brave and kind man who always shouted in his native Japanese whenever he was worried about others.

The people who had survived were either cursing out the Angels, tending the injured or clearing away the debris. His uncle did two of those things, cursing and clearing away. Sem followed him, he helped cleaning and listened to his uncle's angry shouts and muttering. The boy had always been curious about the reason for his uncle's hate against the Angels. When he was still a small and very frail young boy he had seen his uncle as a brute. He was huge, had a very low and booming voice and a rough appeareance. Only when he had seen him with his wife and baby daughter, laughing and swearing he would protect them no matter what Sem learned that appeareances could be deceiving. Matt was a gentle giant.

But as he looked at the present, Sem saw a man who behaved just like his look suggested. Ruthless, brave and dangerous. 

Sem looked around and wondered how his parents his would react if they knew about the situation their ''little boy'' was in now. They thought he was helping out on uncle's farm. Boy, are they wrong. Jumping as suddenly a door opened, Sem shot up and came face to chest with a very tall, broad-shouldered man in uniform. One of the commanding officers.

Natasha crawled to the open window, using it and leverage so she could get to her knees, taking lungfuls of air, she soon sank back down, her back against the wall. Natasha later found her way to her feet, pulling the bottom of her dress down slightly, her long curls moving when she looked around. She uneasily made her way to the door, opening it before glancing around. She was going to find her file, and destory it. She hated the fact that these people knew more about her than she knew about them. Surveying the area, Natasha set off, using her instincts to guide her towards where she thought her file would be. She remembered, from the room, she had heard Charley and some man she guessed was Ricardo talking about her file, hearing the paper being handed to, then handed back. It was then Natasha realised that this man, Ricardo would be who she had to look for. As Natasha walked, she couldnt have looked more lost. She had no idea where she was. Natasha chewed her bottom lip as she walked. She felt like everyone was watching her, and that never was a nice feeling. She just swallowed hard, walking up to a random angel. "Do you know where I can find Ricardo?" She asked, her jade eyes glancing around before she looked back to the angel expectantly. However, she couldnt think of how ironic it would be if this angel was Ricardo. It would save her from having to look around anymore. Natasha just wished she had worn something other than that dress. She had reminded herself to hunt down the angel who had said she looked like a hooker.

Keeping the file in his back pocket, Ricardo walked up to a wing cleaning place and entered. He greeted one of the cleaners and stood directly still under a blue light. The cleaner began to clean away. Charley and Benjamin were walking away from the market. "Do you like your new home?" asked Charley. Benjamin nodded. "It feels like angel heave, like a getaway," replied Benjamin. Charley smiled. "Yeah, it kind of does," said Charley. Benjamin looked up at Charley. "Why are you so tall?" asked the young angel. "It has to do with my DNA," said Charley. "Ever male that's been born on my father's side of the family has always been tall," he said. Benjamin nodded. "Later on I'll help you with your flying lessons," said Charley. "Cool," said Benjamin. He then hurried off to his room. Charley watched him go. He then turned and almost ran into a passing Snow Angel woman. "Sorry, Charley, but I'm in a hurry," said the woman. "No problem," said Charley, moving out of her way. Charley walked on, wondering why she was in such a hurry. Back at the wings cleaner, Ricardo was finishing up. He was reading a magazine when the cleaner finished. "Thanks, Joe," he said. "Just doing my job," said Joe. Ricardo nodded and handed him forty bucks. He was exiting the shop when a Snow Angel woman ran into him. "Whoa, what's wrong, Hillary?" asked Ricardo. Hillary kissed Ricardo on the lips. "Where have you been, I was worried sick about you," said Hillary. Ricardo smiled. Charley was walking along the path, making sure there was peace. He opened his wings and launched himself into the air, landing on a small building. He surveyed the crowd of angels. "Where is Ricardo? Ben told me he saw that knuckle head around here, when he was really supposed to be guarding our guest," groaned Charley. He did a double take as he saw a flash of red. It just so happened to be that Ricardo and his girlfriend Hillary, who ran into Charley, were by the cleaners. The flash of red was peculiar to Charley. He narrowed his eyes and gasped as he saw Natasha. "Does Ricardo even know she's there?" Charley asked. Ricardo and Hillary kissed again. "Oh, some chick is looking for you," said Hillary. "Chick, what chick? Who?" asked Ricardo. Charley quickly flew down and soared to the back of the cleaners unnoticed. He had to get to Ricardo, but Ricardo was unaware of Natasha's presence. "Some Dark Angel with red hair and this beautiful dress that I want badly," said Hillary. Charley sucked his teeth. "Now he knows," said Charley.

Natasha sighed lightly, looking around slightly. She ran her fingers through her hair, pulling it up and pinning it. It really showed off her natural beauty. That she wore no makeup whatsoever. Natasha glanced around her surroundings, not even knowing what Ricardo looked like. Natasha just huffed, pulling her full lips together in slight annoyance. She began to head back to the room Charley had taken her to. She managed to get herself lost, however. Being too busy looking for a man who could be named Ricardo, she never took notice to where she was going. Natasha found herself around a lot of showers, but, she didn't know what they were. She usually would have a bath, or something close to a bath. Natasha watched them, cautiously pressing a button which made water spurt out at her, causing her to squeal lightly, jumping back. Although, now, she was soaking wet. Natasha huffed slightly, shaking the water from her hand. She was shivering slightly as the water had been cold. Natasha glanced around, walking out of the cubicle to see a lot more. There were a lot of angels, she could tell. Natasha explored the showers, the water glistening on her exposed skin. Making the dress tighter on her body.

Charley leaped from behind the building spiraling with his wings. He landed next to Ricardo and Hillary, spooking them. Charley scoured the crowd of angels, looking for Natasha. "I could've sworn I saw her," he said. "Saw who?" asked Ricardo. "I bet it was the girl looking for you," said Hillary. Charley looked at them. "I bet she's looking for him because he was supposed to keep guard by my room!" shouted Charley. Ricardo shrugged. "Kain said he would do it, so I left," said Ricardo. Charley sighed and saw the file in Ricardo's back pocket. Charley snatched it out and said, "I'll take care of this." "Fine by me," said Ricardo. Charley spread his wings and leaped into the air. As he flew, he read Natasha's file. "She must want to rip this up," he said. "I wouldn't blame her." Charley landed next to the horse ranch which was ten feet away from the showers and baths. He looked around, seeing some of the young angels native to the community feeding or riding horses. Charley smiled. "Hopefully they can own one when the time is right," said Charley. He was about to enter the ranch when he heard a noise. It was the sound of water being turned on and off. "Is that a sprinkler?" asked Charley. He heard it coming from the showers and baths area. Charley put the document in his jacket pocket and walked into the showers and baths area. He searched around, wondering why water was being turned on and off. A squeal suddenly alerted him. "Who is that?" he asked himself. Charley came up to a wall and looked around it. He almost gasped as he saw Natasha. She seemed like she was playing with the shower heads. The heads sprayed her with water surprisingly, causing her to jump back in shock. Charley smiled shaking his head. Charley watched as she left the cubicle. He followed her, wanting to see her expression and how she enjoyed the beautiful area. He had pry his eyes off of her body, though. She was wet from the showers surprising her. Charley watched as she halted to survey the scenery. Charley walked up to her, arms folded with a hardy smile. "You seem to be enjoying yourself," he said, shaking drops of water from his large black wings.

Natasha took off towards the garden which wasn't too far away, shivering slightly as the cool air hit her. She wrapped her arms around herself, glancing around as she got hit by a sprinkler. She let out a frustrated groan. "What is it with these people and water!" She growled, walking off a little more. She realised she hated showers, and anything else that sprayed water. Bats would suit her just fine. She scrunched up the bottom of her dress, attempting to squeeze the water out of it, but it wasn't working, just creases the material. Natasha huffed as it began to tighten around her chest and thighs, trying to adjust it the best she could. Natasha jumped when she heard Charley, turning to him after recognising his voice. "No. They keep spraying me." She shuddered from remembering the wind biting at her exposed skin. Natasha watched him. "Your people didn't do a very good job. I could of killed everyone by now." She told him, knowing someone was supposed to guard her. However, she only received a few curious, and lustful looks from some men which didn't exactly worry her as much because she was used to it. Natasha watched him quietly, letting her hands fall to her shapely sides. She then noticed the paper. "Is that my file?" She asked, walking towards him, her eyes on his hand, before looking up to him.

North America, Russia, the Arctic, and Antarctica.

During the spring time, you began to feel funny. Your shoulders and back began acting to the point where you needed to see a doctor. After running tests on you, you are forced into a truck, binded, and sedated. When you wake up, you discover that you are in a facility with a dozen others. Suddenly, your back and shoulders start to ache again. This time, a pair of wings rip free from your back.

You are an Aerodynamic Naturalized Godly Effected Leader: a.k.a- A.N.G.E.L. After finding out you're an angel, you see that the others are angels as well. No, you're not a heavenly angel from up above, but a mutant or war angel, living on earth. You are being kept quarantine with the other young angels, away from civilization, until one day, you're broken out by a mercenary team of angels called "The Archs". You learn that there is a whole nation of angels out there, but there are different types of angels.

Cloud Angels- Angels that have gray or brown feathered wings. These angels spend their time flying through the clouds, hence their name, and are known to live in high establishments. They even have the power to control wind or air-like moves.

Dark Angels- Angels that have dark blue or black feathered wings. These angels spend their time flying at night through the starry sky, leaping from the shadows and easily dispatching their foes. Their homes consist of caves and even underground tunnels. They have the power to control dark magic.

Snow Angels- Angels that have white or even light blue feathered wings. These angels spend their time soaring through blizzards, ice storms, or gliding over snowy mountains in search for stranded survivors, food, or lost equipment. They are also known as Ice Angels or Light Dwellers. Their homes consist of igloos, snowy mountains, or even well-built castles upon the snow. They have the power to control snow, ice, healing powers, and illumination.

These three types may bicker among each other, but they are usually allies. When it comes to their enemies, the humans, they form together to fight. War is coming, and you and your friends are caught in the middle. Band together and fight the Angel Poachers....and whoever is in league with them....before your species is wiped out.

For years, angels have been living in secret among the human population. They've been around since the dawn of time. It is a strand in their DNA that gives them the powerful wings and abilities they have. Anyone can be born with it. Later in the years, people began to think the strand was becoming a disease, and created a serum to overpower to strand in humans. The angels became furious and yet terrified that they would lose their powers. The feud began, with some angels even getting captured. Now, when people are born with the strand, they are immediately checked into a hospital and taken to the facility known as Area 1147512. The angels that have escaped and/or survived have now teamed up, banded together, and have flown to secret locations to plot against the human race. "The Archs" are their mercenaries, and are coming to rescue any angel, young or old, in trouble.

There is also a prophecy. Three angels, who stand against the war, will be chosen and become the "Angelic Trio", with their wings changing from gray, white, or black to either silver or gold.

Also, there was a time where the angels had a viscious enemy upon their hands. The Lethrblaks, a race of ugly, green, almost reptilian-like creatures with bat-like wings, were the sole enemies of the angels. After a great war between them, the Lethrblaks were believed to have been thrown into extinction and erased from the world...or so was thought.

1. No cursing.

2. No godmodding.

3. No killing other players' characters without permission.

4. There can be hugging, holding hands, and kissing, but don't get into details people.

5. Have fun!

P.S.: You can have up to three characters.