Roleplaying

The first to make a character will become the second RP Master

"Let...the...boy...go," demanded Charley, aiming one of his modified black Beretta 92fs at a man. The man was dressed in a S.W.A.T. team like outfit, with a dagger held up to a little boy's throat. The boy was no more than twelve, thirteen perhaps. He was frightened, homeless, and definitely needed help. Charley and "The Archs" eventually found the boy after there was news of an escaped hospital patient. Only then did the current Angel Poacher find the boy before the angels did, holding him hostage before Charley and four of the other angels of "The Archs". "Once my backup arrives, you'll all be sorry you were even born," snapped the Angel Poacher. Charley scowled. "You know, I'm really skilled and deadly with this gun," said Charley. "I could even pull one of these swords from my back, sling at you, and hit you dead in the forehead without you even moving," he said. "You could try, but this little angel's life will be over by the time I'm dead," said the poacher. The little boy grew tears in his eyes. Charley looked dead at the poacher. "This is your last warning, sir," he said. "And if I refuse the warning?" asked the poacher, looking to end the boy's life. Charley was about to retort when his eyes moved to the shadows behind the man. He wanted to smirk, but forced it away. "If you refuse, you will regret it," said Charley. "Then may God have mercy on both our souls," said the Angel Poacher, raising the dagger as the boy screamed. Suddenly, a shuriken thudded into the back of his right shoulder, causing the man to scream and drop the dagger, releasing the boy. The boy rolled out of the man's way, but the poacher scowled and went for the boy. The boy hollered, with a pair of gray feathered wings exploding from his back, hitting the poacher and sending him flying back. The poacher hit a tree, but recovered, the dagger now in his grasp. He pulled out a gun, but Charley fired. Time slowed. The bullet soared through the air, finally hitting the poacher upon the forehead. The man's head rocked back. He soon fell to the ground, dead. The other angels rushed to the boy's aid while Charley walked up to the dead Angel Poacher. He shook his head. "You and your kind are the reason why we're forced to threaten your lives," said Charley. "You all don't listen," he said. He then looked into the shadows. "Alright, Ricardo, come on out," said Charley. The shadows sturred, with another angel emerging. His wings were a dark-blue color. He was pale-skinned with short brown hair, gray eyes, and freckles. "How did you know it was me?" he asked, a smirk on his face. "You're the only one I know that's excellent with shurikens," replied Charley. "Then you know me well, Storm," said Ricardo, smiling. Charley nodded and turned to the others. "Three of you return to base with Benjamin here," said Charley. "Yes sir," said the angels. Three of them, two with gray wings and the other with white, flew off into the night with the boy, who looked back at Charley, thanking him. "You're welcome, kid," said Charley. He turned to the other one. "You, come with me and Ricardo," said Charley. The angel, a black winged one like Charley, nodded and joined the other two Dark Angels. "Where's the rest of "The Archs", Ricardo?" asked Charley. "Waiting in the camp for your orders, sir," said Ricardo. "Good, we head to the facility once we reach camp," said Charley. He put away his gun, with his black wings spreading into the air. They blocked out most of the moonlight that was upon the other two. "We have to rescue those other angels," he said. Charley flew into the air, with Ricardo and the other Dark Angel on his tail.

Reaching camp, Charley, Ricardo, and the other Dark Angel landed among the other six angels. In all, there were twelve angels of "The Arch". Four were Snow Angels, four were Cloud Angels, and four were Dark Angels. "Listen up," called Charley, getting the other angels' attention. "That facility must be attacked tonight," said Charley. "Those angels inside need our help...and I have a feeling three of them are very important to the scientists inside," he said, walking with his hands behind his back. "If there are twelve angels inside, then that means we must rescue all twelve," he said. "What is our motto, Archangels?" asked Charley. "No angel gets left behind, sir," said the angels. "And?" asked Charley. "When they clip one angel's wings, they clip all of our wings," said the others. Charley smiled. "Good," he said. "I know I maybe one of the youngest among the group, but trust me when I say my leadership skills and martial arts training surpass that of the former angel leader," said Charley. "Ricardo, you, Bishop, and Antonio will take out the guards and breach the walls with your magic," he said. "Got it," said Ricardo. "Snow Angels, you will freeze and shut down the system, meaning no electronics should be functioning while we're inside," said Charley. "Understood," said one of the three white winged angels left. "And Cloud Angels, your job is to get the other angels out while the Dark and Snow Angels battle, understand?" asked Charley. "Sir, yes sir," said the remaining two Cloud Angels. "Good, let's move out while the moon is still up," said Charley. The angel mercenaries made sure their weapons were ready. When they were prepared, "The Archs" flew into the air. The angels flew around trees and even buildings. They soared over a rushing river, eventually entering a forested area. Soon, Charley saw the facility in his sights. "We're a mile away, let's do this," he called.

Natasha's stilettos made no sound as she walked through the eerie wood to the facility she was once held in. Tonight, unaware of the Archs, she would get her revenge. Natasha had gone rouge you see. She made the other angels believe she was killed before leaving. This way they wouldn't bother her. And Natasha could do what she was born to do. Kill. Natasha unfolded her ebony wings, letting out a slight shiver as the bitter air washed over her petite form. She took a deep breath, the adrenaline was coursing around her body, ready for the fight. It may not look as though she was once a trained assassin, however looks could be deceiving. Natasha had killed all her life. It was the only thing she knew how to do. It was what kept her earning money. However, now she was an angel, work didn't come across often, so she took up killing poachers and humans as a hobby. If it would come to it She wouldn't think twice about killing one of her own kind. Being the Queen of Seduction, Natasha is extremely skilled in manipulation and trickery. She would prey on men mostly, they were always easiest. Women were harder to wear down. Natasha wasn't at all picky. A job was a job. Nearing to the borders of the facility, she beat her great wings against the chilled air, landing on the roof. She was being careful not to trigger an alarm. Her blood red hair hung freely in curls as she walked silently to the opening of the roof. She had studied this building many times, and could safely say she knew it like the back of her hand. Natasha took a deep breath, closing her forest green eyes which seemed to have a glowing effect in the dim light. Natasha heard the lock of a gun, which made her eyes snap open. Luckily she had worn a dress that was short enough to allow the movement of her legs. She was going to need it. With the man thinking he had the element of surprise, Natasha hit his hand with her left wing, knocking the gun from it. With him in shock, she spun, kicking him in the side of the head, enough to daze him. He gave a blind shot, Natadha grabbing his fist, quickly bending his arm enough to hear a crack of his elbow and shoulder. This was all in one swift movement. To prevent the man from screaming, Natasha used his arm as leverage and flipped over, wrapping her legs around his neck, bringing him down with the thigh choke. Her signature move. She tightened the grip she had on his neck, her legs like a titanium vice. Soon the man was dead, allowing Natasha the chance to get up. All without breaking a heel.

Charley and "The Archs" soared silently toward the facility. On arrival, the Dark Angels sent their dark magic flying, quickly killing the guards on the roof and the sentries on patrol. Charley split from the group, making around the facility. He halted suddenly and quickly hid. Before him was another Dark Angel. She was on the ground, having choked a guard to death using her thighs. Charley noticed how she was dressed. Her red hair reminded him of a beautiful flame. Charley was stunned to see such a beautiful, lovely, and yet dangerous young woman. He smirked and left from his hiding place, entering the facility using a secret door. "She's my type of gal, but the mission must be done," said Charley. The Dark Angel whipped out his twin silver blades as he heard the footsteps of approaching guards. Charley hid himself in the shadows using his jet black wings. "Five...four...three...two...one...," he said, closing his eyes. The electricity suddenly went out with a powering down noise. Charley smirked as he heard the guards gasp. "What now?" asked one. The guards rounded the corner. As one stepped his foot down, Charley spreaded his wings, revealing himself and his swords. He slashed upward, killing the first guard. Charley spun around, sinking one of his swords into another guard. Charley spun in place, closing his wings around him as one of the guards fired multiple rounds at him. The bullets bounced off Charley's wings, hitting the guard with the gun. The man fell as Charley lashed out with his wings, striking two more and breaking their necks. The last two rushed at Charley from behind, but the Dark Angel twirled his swords around and stabbed backward, plunging one into each guard's chest. The two guards fell to their deaths as Charley whipped his swords free, flicked off the blood, and walked off like a boss. As he walked, he quickly dispatched any guards that attacked him, either slicing open their throats with his blades, breaking their necks or spines with his wings, or busting their temples with a powerful right or left hook. Charley could hear "The Archs" carrying out his orders. Charley whirled, plunging one of his blades into the heart of a guard. The other opened up a passing scientist's throat. Charley put away his swords and flew forward, bowling into a group of scientists who held a twelve year old girl hostage. The girl was an angel, and by the light blue coloring of her wings, she was a Snow Angel. Charley picked the girl up off the floor as the scientists drew weapons of their own. "Not today, fellas," said Charley. The girl screamed as Charley held her under his left muscular arm and whipped out one of his modified Beretta 92fs. Charley spun as he fired the semiautomatic gun, knocking down the scientists. Charley flew through a pair of double doors with the young female angel. "Don't worry, baby girl, we're here to rescue you all from this hell hole," said Charley. He saw the four Cloud Angels up ahead, freeing five young angels. Charley landed among them, releasing the girl as she joined her friends. "Six more to go, move out," ordered Charley. They spread their wings and flew off as another group of scientists arrived. Charley fired at them with his gun, killing three and wounding four.

Natasha had noticed more Archs and angels were arriving so kept herself hidden. Effectively, or so she thought. She sighed as she had felt eyes on her. She knew she should have kept more hidden. Natasha observed them rescuing the younger angels. Personally, she couldnt care less about them. She lept into then shadows when she saw the Dark Angel she heard was Charley. Natasha's glowing green eyes looked him over, quirking an eyebrow.

Her full pink lips parted. Maybe she'd let this one live. Still prepared to fight, Natasha stayed in the shadows as she tried to leave the room, realising it was just her an his man called Charley. Natasha didnt want to be "saved". She didnt like helping people. Natasha just happened to be there to take her revenge on the men who had abused her. Her tight but short dress hugged her figure and eliminated her outline against the shadows. Her curled red hair danced against her porcelain skinned cheeks as she tried to get away.

As Charley and "The Archs" got the young angels to safety, Charley couldn't help but think of the female Dark Angel he saw earlier. She didn't look like she needed saving, he thought. Charley looked around a wall they were positioned by and jumped back, dodging a bullet. Charley held up his guns, breathed in and out, and said, "Take them to the other cells where they're keeping the other angels...I'll take care of the guards." "Yes sir," replied "The Archs" angels. Charley nodded and swerved around the wall using his large black wings. He fired his guns, taking down some guards and sending others leaping for cover. The rest of "The Archs" mercenaries flew past Charley, flying to the other side and soaring down a hallway with the young angels. Charley continued to fire, keeping in mid-air using his wings. One guard appeared with a crossbow from behind Charley. Charley heard the twang of the bolt and spiraled out of the way, causing the bolt to bounce of the ceiling and hit one of the guards in the throat. Charley whirled and fired at the crossbowman, killing him quick. The Dark Angel landed on his feet. He made to walk off, but stopped when he saw a large, bulky man enter. He was holding a .60 caliber machine gun in both his meaty hands. Charley looked from weapon to man, who was smirking with yellow teeth. "Thought you could come and go, did ya'?" asked the Australian goon. He cocked the gun. Charley put away his guns and uttered, "Yes...I did." His jet black wings covered his entire body as Charley walked toward the man. The Austrailian goon fired the .60 caliber machine gun. The bullets collided with Charley's wings. Surprisingly, the bullets bounced off to the sides. Charley continued to get closer to the man, his procession not even slowed by the bullets. "What in the world are those things made of?" shouted an injured guard, tending to a gunshot to the knee cap. The bullets continued to bounce off as the man kept up with the rounds. Charley whipped out his twin blades within the reaches of his wings. The Austrailian goon saw that his ammo was getting lower. "Oh no," he said. As soon as the ammo went out, the man dropped the large weapon, snatched a Walther P99 from his belt, and aimed it at Charley. Charley revealed himself, bringing his blades up fast. The man fired, with Charley twirling his blades professionally to keep the bullets at bay, sending them flying into the walls and the injured guards around. The Austrailian goon backed away as he fired, with Charley taking closer steps as he warded of the bullets. "This is insane," said the man. He suddenly ran out of bullets. "Crap," he said, throwing down the gun and whipping out a large dagger. But he didn't get the chance to use it. Charley's left blade cut through the goon's Adam's apple as the right blade plunged into his heart. The bulky man choked in horror. Charley snatched out his blades, flicked off the blood, sheathed them, and flew down the hall after "The Archs". The goon fell to his knees and finally hit the cold aluminum floor, face first in a pool of blood. The Dark Angel responsible soon caught up with the others. He ripped off a cell's door, freeing a young boy, possibly twelve. "Oh yeah, boys, if you see a red-haired, female Dark Angel with a figure hugging outfit, leave her be," warned Charley. "Why, is she dangerous?" asked Ricardo, tending to another young boy angel's wrist. Charley looked at him as he picked up a young girl angel who was unconscious. He smirked saying, "You have no idea."

Natasha slipped away when he was fighting, making her way down the levels, muttering to herself in Russian. Her dress stayed trained at her thighs as she went down level by level. She stopped at two double doors. "Infirmary." Natasha read in Englidh, glancing around, chewing her plump bottom lip before walking inside. She was immediately noticed by guards and set to work. She stepped out of her heels, running towards the men, making a split decision then jumping from table to table before wrapping her legs around his neck, pulling her weight under his arm which flipped him onto his back, paralysing him from the neck down. Landing on her feet, Natasha let out a breath, looking to the man before setting to work on the other guards. 

Natasha sprinted to the other guard who was trying to unclip his gun. Natasha kicked him in the face, punching him in the throat. She flipped onto his shoulders, wrapping a string around his neck until it cut into his throat. As his body fell, Natashs did a graceful forward roll onto her feet, her ebony wings flaring in annoyance. The next thing she heard was a loud bang, a split pain in her side. Natasha looked there to see blood, as red as her hair, began to trickle out of a tear in her dress at her side. Natasha fell to the side, catching herself on the counter before looking to the man.

He looked terrified, and he should be. Natasha pulled herself together, her deadly green eyes on him, as she hobbled towards him, breaking into a full on run, before sliding under his legs, twisting and pulling at his ankles, making him fall and hit his head against the floor. Natasha gasped in pain as she got up, slamming her foot onto the back of his neck, snapping it. Picking uo her heels, Natasha did her best to climb up the stairs, but was leaving a trail of blood behind her. She was becoming lightheaded and disorientated. She let out a blood curdling scream when her wounded side hit the rail, falling but catchung herself on the step, letting out a choaked sob.  Natasha thought that would be where she died.

Charley was busy carrying the young angels up to the attic to access the roof when he heard a blood curdling scream. Charley handed the young girl angel to Ricardo saying, "What was that?" "I think it was a woman," said Ricardo. Charley remembered the female Dark Angel from before. No, she can't be in trouble...can she? he asked himself. Charley shook the thought and shouted, "Get to the roof and don't wait, the guards will be on your wings!" He flew down the stairs quickly arriving at the double doors. "Charley, wait!" called Ricardo. Charley made a sharp right, snatching out his right blade. He lashed out, killing the first of the guards to make it around the corner. Charley spiraled around another corner, evading mulitple rounds of bullets. Making his way down the levels, Charley quickly arrived at a set of double doors. The words "Infirmary" were written above. A trio of scientists gasped as they saw Charley. "Get the two Dark Angels!" one yelled. "Two?" asked Charley. He was attacked. Charley twirled his blade, cutting open one of the scientists. He stabbed another in the stomach and knocked the other away with his wings. Charley then sped through the double doors and saw the dead guards inside. "Oh yeah, she's definitely here," he said. Charley put away his blade and flew toward the stairs at the other end. A trail of blood led up them. Charley landed and looked up, spotting a curvy figure above. There she is, he thought, spying the red-haired Dark Angel. "Hey, you alright?" called Charley. When he didn't get an answer, Charley soared up to the young woman. She looked to be eighteen, only two years younger than he. Charley saw the gunshot wound on her side. "I'm not sure you realized this but you can use your wings for protection," said Charley. He didn't want to be knocked out by her, but Charley saw a group of more guards, these with crossbows and machine guns. "Sorry, sweetheart, but I got to do this," said Charley. He hefted the young female Dark Angel into his muscular arms and flew up the stairs, just as the guards fired their weapons. Charley's eyes turned jet black as he neared the door above. Suddenly, a blast of dark magic was sent flying from his body, rocketting into the door and blasting it to pieces. Charley flew out, making it out of the facility. He flew into the air, reaching the roof and spying "The Archs" leaping into the sky. "Let's go!" shouted Charley. He led the other angels away from the facility, just as the group of guards arrived on the roof. They fired their weapons, but the angels got away. Charley breathed a sigh of relief and looked down at the red-haired angel. She was even more beautiful up close. What were you doing? Charley asked himself. She was conscious, but looked as if a blackout was coming. "Let's land by the river and see to the injured," said Charley. "Yes sir," said "The Archs". When they landed, Charley gently rested the Dark Angel female against a tree and looked at her wound. She was bleeding even more. "Ok, this won't hurt a bit," said Charley, reaching to tend the wound.

Sem knew there was trouble going on, crashing noises, screams, the dry sound of shots being fired. he wanted to go up there and try to help the others, it was most likely that they were wounded or worse. But his uncle had ordered him to remain here so he just sat there and a waited for the sounds to stop. He signed, all of this wouldn't have happend if they didn't lock those Angels up and experimented on them. He closed his eyes as a rather loud scream was heard. ''Why don't you just let those Angels free?''  he muttered bitterly. Suddenly, the door was slammed open and his uncle came. He was covered in dust,sweat and his right eye was bleeding ''Sem , you're coming with us! You're our back-up!'' Sem just nodded and followed his Uncle Matt.

He didn't wanted to. He didn't feel like fighting.

Natasha murmured slightly, trying to crawl up the stairs away from him, though began to tilt to the side. She tried to fight against him when he picks her up, but her side hurt way too much. The bullet was still in her body. Natasha's head lolled about as he flew, becoming weaker with every second. She would usually fight it, but she was almost certain the bullet was coated in a substance. Her body fell limp, her head tilting back, however her eye remained open. Natasha managed to wake herself up, leaning to the side when she was propped against the tree, her weak eyes watching him. Natasha tried to push his hand away when she reached to touch her. She felt incredibly tired. With the dress riding up her legs, Natasha fell to the side, her large right wing covering her injured side. She let her eyes close, her full lips pulled closed as her already fair skin began to turn colder and colder. Her curled scarlet hair was sprawled out under her head, her forest eyes closed lightly. Natasha tried fighting it. It was shown the way she kept opening her eyes, however they continued to roll back. They had occasionally opened and glanced around the other angels before closing again.

Charley watched as the young woman blacked out. "I knew that was coming," he said. He gently moved her wing from her wound and tended to it. Charley's eyes bulged in shock as he realized what he was smelling. The bullet was laced with something. Charley felt the young woman's skin getting colder. "Oh no," he said. "What is it?" asked Ricardo, joining him. "Is this the pretty one?" he asked. "Yeah, get me the herbs," said Charley looking back at Ricardo. He halted. Ricardo was sweating, and his right hand was upon his right side. Red liquid was slowly seeping through his fingers. Charley looked up at Ricardo's face. Ricardo handed him the herbs. "I'm fine, this one's a regular bullet...it'll past, but her, she's been hit with a magnesium bullet coated with gold and mountain ash," said Ricardo. Charley took the herbs and examined the wound. "That's a deadly combination to angels," said Charley. He removed the herbs from their container and began working on the young female Dark Angel's wound. Two Snow Angels tended to Ricardo's wound, with the angel smiling. Seven minutes later, Charley was finished tending the wound. The ugly bullet rested on the ground next to his boot. The wound was cleaned and bandaged properly, and the young woman was given a shot that helped as well. Charley blew a sigh of relief and picked up the unc0nscious angel. He sat by the fire that "The Archs" built and rested the young woman on a towel next to him. She was going to be fine. Charley could see she was breathing again, with her skin returning to its natural state. He picked up the bullet and began to study it. "They found our weakness through all those experiments," said Charley. Ricardo joined him. "So they're going to use it against us, aren't they?" he asked. "Without a doubt," said Charley. He threw the bullet into the flames and looked down at the red-haired angel. Ricardo did too. "She looks like a hooker, not a rogue angel, Charley," he said. "That's a cold thing to say," said Charley. "If she was awake she probably knocked your Adam's apple down into your cajones," said Charley. Ricardo chuckled. "She's a hot piece of work, just don't get killed over her," he said, walking over to a young boy angel who needed help in opening his band-aid. Charley shook his head and looked at the female Dark Angel. "Who are you?" he wondered. "What were you doing by yourself?" he asked. Charley felt his eyes wonder, looking the young woman over. Her dress had ridden over her legs. Charley thought he should fix it, but instead took a blanket from Ricardo's pack and draped it over her. He then got to his feet, spread his wings, and flew into the air. Charley looked about for any followers. None so far. He looked toward the facility. "They'll be coming for us, so we got fifteen minutes to get settled and head back to base," ordered Charley. "Right," said "The Archs". Charley landed next to the flames. With his wings still spread out wide, two Snow Angels looked them over. "Not a scratch," one said. "Good," said Charley, noticing they were blocking out the moonlight.

Not so much as a flinch came from Natasha as they tended her wounds. Subconsciously, her dark magic began to heal the wound under the bandage. Natasha let out a slight hum as she turned from her back onto her side. She had regained consciousness, however was sleeping off the effects of the bullet and the medication. It had also been a little under a week since she last slept, and she was ceasing the opportunity now. Her head was rested on her left arm, her right hand near her beautiful face which held a content expression. However, she had began to dream. Which was strange as Natasha hardly dreamt. She never allowed anything to plague her consciousness. Although, now her mind was full of questions. Who saved her? Was it the man she saw? Why would he save her? Even slight murmurs of unintelligible words spilled out of her mouth, a slightly frustrated moan of some sort came from her as her body began to wake. The first thing she noticed was the warmth. She hasn't felt warmth like that in weeks. Especially since she lived in an old, decaying apartment not fit enough to sustain the life of rats. The next thing Natasha felt was the blanket around her. Her full, sensual lips parted as she opened her green eyes a little, looking around from the view she had on her side. Unable to find the energy to sit up, she just closed her jade eyes with a sigh, eventually kicking off the blanket when she got too hot. There was a major contrast between her pale, porcelain skin, and the solid black of her dress and tights.

Charley folded his wings and listened closely to the sleeping red-haired angel. Ricardo and the two Snow Angels jumped, almost retrieving their weapons when the female Dark Angel kicked off the blanket after a while. Charley chuckled. "Relax, boys. She just got hot under the blanket is all," said Charley. He walked over to Ricardo and said, "We move out in ten minutes." Ricardo nodded and walked off. As the ten minutes went by, Charley amused himself by taking apart his guns and putting them back together again. Soon, he put them away and stood from where he sat. He could still hear the red-haired angel murmur in her sleep. "Wonder what she's dreaming about," said Charley. "Wouldn't you like to know," said a passing Cloud Angel. Charley bucked at him. "Just for that, you're on lookout," said Charley. The Cloud Angel groaned and flew up into a tall tree, beginning to scour for intruders. Charley walked over to the fire. He was about to poke it with a stick when the Cloud Angel above gave a warning click. Charley quickly looked up and then turned to the others. "Get your things and move, now!" ordered Charley. "The Archs" and the young angels gathered up what they had and leaped into the air. Charley picked up the young woman gently, her red hair tumbling around her face. Charley flew into the air. He and "The Archs" soared off with the other angels. Their destination was base camp, which was right behind a body-crushing and bone-breaking waterfall. The angels flew for another hour until coming up to a sanctuary for eagles and other birds of prey. Charley led "The Archs" over a rushing river that was two miles long until arriving at the waterfall. Charley flew down to the waterfall. His eyes suddenly became cloaked in dark aura. The entire outline of the waterfall became ghostly black. "Openeth thy aquatic blockade," uttered the Dark Angel. The waterfall split in half, revealing a pathway. "The Archs" flew through the opening. Charley did as well, halting only to close the waterfall back. The water pounded the rocks below. Charley flew after his team. A minute later, they flew out of a dark cave and arrived in a large valley. A community was obviously here and settled. "Welcome to Angel Sanctuary," said Charley.

Natasha was awake during this time and heard other people around her, especially the snow angel. She kept her eyes closed, refraining herself from waking up and lashing out at them. She almost laughed when she had heard the loading if their guns when she moved. Natasha could of killed him when he picked her up, however laid limply and faked being asleep. She could hear his wings beat against the air, knowing he was flying. Where to? With who? Why? These were all questions she knew she would be asking when she gained the energy to be able to stand. Natasha knew they had arrived when he next spoke, Natasha let out a slight groan, blinking her eyes open, closing them from the light of the base. She let out a slight moan, opening her eyes again, well aware he was still in the Dark Angels arms. When her pupils adjusted to the lightly, her eyes wondered around, looking up to him once her eyes found him. She was surprised with what she saw. He was very handsome up close. He had never noticed when he first saw him. She had been preoccupied with killing humans an so on. Natasha's eyes studied his face. She would remember him. She pursed her lips, her scarlet curls falling from her face as she glanced around, her tired eyes often closing before she forced them open again. She yawned, showing her perfect, pearly white teeth before she reopened her jade eyes which had closed from the yawn. Natasha raised her hand, rubbing her tired eyes. Natasha only hoped that he wasn't going to put her down anytime soon. She was way too tired to even consider walking around or standing. She just wanted to lay down for once. Natasha just rested her head against his muscular arm, her green eyes still watching him silently. Her face, however, was perfectly unreadable.

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.