Roleplaying

Sem felt really uncomfortable being seated in between these tanned and musclar guys armed with big guns, sharp knives and their faces of steel. They did not talk, did not move, they just stared at the wall. Sem shifted a bit as he felt a cough attack coming up.He clasped his hands over his mouth since he did not wanted to attract their unwanted attention. he was kind of scared. The soldiers did not even notice how Sem started shaking and turned light purple. Just when Sem was about to pass out the door swung open and revealed the commanding officer Durer. The men stood up and Sem doubled over, coughed weakly. Durer raised an eyebrow but did not pay any further attention to the boy. ''Men, The pureblood Angel is in our possession again, and the one cut by an archangel's wing will follow soon.'' 

''Dude....I have no idea what you're talking about.'' Was what Sem thought as he managed to steady himself. Actually, he did not even know what the heck happened there. He just wrote things down, memorized them, burned the paper and reported his findings. He knew that they captured Angels and experimented on them, that was it. Sem was sure his uncle knew more and he could ask him, but the truth was that Sem did not want to know what they were planning.

''So, are the instructions clear?'' Durer asked, and Sem panicked when he realised that he had missed the entire explanation of the mission. Epic facepalm moment. The men all prepared to head out. The boy let out a yelp as he felt his head being gripped for a second time that hour. You do not have to be a genius to know who that is. ''Valancourt, did that little brain of yours understand my explanation?''

''Y-yes sir!'' 

The hand left his head and Sem stood up straight, trying to stand tall and proud by pushing his chest up.''It will be alright....just follow the others and do what they do..''  He looked around. ''Wait...where are they?!''

Natasha hasn't heard him enter his room, if she had she would have probably gotten up. She continued sleeping, occasionally murmuring Charleys name. She couldn't help it though. She let out a slight hum when she no longer could feel the breeze over her delicate porcelain skin. When Natasha felt the blankets over her shoulder, she smiled a little, cuddling into them. She now didn't have to worry about the shirt riding up her legs now she was hidden under the blanket. Natasha let out a slight yawn, her eyes squeezing closed before they relaxed again, allowing her body to sink into the sheets once more. Natasha grew uncomfortable in her position and turned over, her shorter curls covering her face which made her subconsciously groan in annoyance. She stretched her arms slightly, settling back down but began to wake up, believing she was still on her own. Natasha blinked open her green eyes, carefully rubbing them with a tired sigh, stretching her arms out straight then her toned legs. Natasha let her head fall back onto the pillow. Not yet ready to climb out of the comfortable bed.

Charley looked over at Natasha as she turned in her sleep. A knock came from the door. Charley pushed his chair back and stood up. He walked over to the door and opened it. Ricardo was standing before him. "We're off," said Ricardo, holding out his hand. Charley nodded and grasped Ricardo's hand, shaking it. "Good luck and lead the team right," said Charley. "Got it," said Ricardo. He peeped in and saw Natasha asleep in Charley's bed. "Oh, I see you have plans to relax already," said Ricardo, arching his eyebrows with a smirk. Charley chuckled. "It's not like that," he said. "Yeah right, you're just friends even though you just met her, I understand," said Ricardo. He clapped Charley on the arm and walked off saying, "Do your thing, man. I'm off to get my son back." "God speed, my brother," said Charley. He then closed the door back. Charley turned and headed over to the window. "The Archs" were lined up outside looking up at him. They were saluting him. "We can do this, Leader Storm," they said. "I know you can," called Charley. "Get out there and help save our nation," he said. "We are archangels!" he exclaimed. "Dynamic! Dynamic! Dynamic!" chanted "The Archs". Once Ricardo joined them, the archangels flew into the air and soared off, slapping their commander's hand as they flew by his window. Charley was proud of them and himself. He was alert as he heard Natasha awakening from her slumber. Charley walked over to his bed with a cup of coffee. He placed it on the small table next to the bed for Natasha and sat back in his chair. His wings and shoulders started to tense up again. He rolled his shoulders, neck, and even spread and folded his wings, but it didn't work as well as he thought it would. "I need a freaking hot and cold pad," he said. He looked at the files on the Snow Angels. "Can fly through blizzards, control snow and ice, and are well adapted to their environment," said Charley. He chortled. "They sound like their in a nature show," he said. But he had a feeling the Snow Angels of the Arctic could help. In fact, he wanted to fly their personally and meet them, but he couldn't, not with sore shoulders and wings. Charley got up to get another bottle of water when his foot hit the small table leg, causing him to trip. Charley grunted, hitting the ground with a barrel roll and coming back up. "Ouch, God dang it!" he shouted. His wings were killing him, metaphoricaly speaking. "Am I losing my balance?" he asked. No, fool, you need to rest, his mind told him. That's what Elder Mack meant by resting...sleep and relaxation, not studying some files, idiot! Charley shook his head and stood up. He sat down on the bed and rested his elbows on his knees, planting his chin on the palm of his hands. He sighed. "This is boring, sitting here while my team goes out without me," he said. Charley then laid back on the bed, careful not to rest on Natasha's legs. "Now what?" he asked himself.

Still awake, Natasha heard his conversation. "Hm. He thinks I'm that easy." Natasha thought, trying to prevent herself from smirking. Though it was getting a little hard to refrain from doing so. She sighed lightly, turning back over. She stretched the remaining aches from her bones, letting out a slight moan that she had caught up with her sleep, and now she wouldn't be so tired all the time. She listened as Charley moved about the room. She listened to him complaining about not being able to go. She wanted to tell him it was for the best. He needed to rest himself before he even tried going out on more rescue missions. She opened her eyes when she felt a dip in the bed, looking up to him as he laid back. "What now?" He had said. Natasha smirked slightly, getting up without being noticed, laying on her stomach with her hands sitting under her chin, her elbows on the bed. "For someone with so much, you don't half complain about everything." She told him. "You have to rest if you wanna get better any quicker. And if you don't.. You're just gonna get hurt more until the day where your wings give out and you can't go on any missions." Natasha told him, her eyes often found his lips, remembering what it was like to kiss them. She returned her eyes to his, quirking an eyebrow. "Besides. I can cure boredom easily." She said, her full lips pulling into a sexy side-smirk.

Charley turned as Natasha spoke. "If my wings ever gave out, I'd be somewhat of a sitting duck to the Angel Poachers," said Charley. "Then again, I wouldn't look like an angel to them and they'd probably let me go," he said. He then froned. "Then again they probably wouldn't," said Charley. He pushed the thought away. Charley turned his head, looking upon Natasha's face. She seemed like the perfect definition of an angel, except she was red-haired with green eyes and black wings. Still, Charley couldn't pull away. He was growing feelings for the rogue angel. He looked at her lips, thinking back to earlier in the hospital. She surprised me, but I bet I can surprise her back, he thought. Charley caught her staring at his lips and smiled. "Besides. I can cure boredom easily," she said, giving Charley a sexy smirk. "Oh really?" he teased. Charley leaned toward Natasha. He kissed her tenderly on the lips. It's not wrong for a guy to make the first move...is it? Charley thought. As he kissed her, he suddenly felt the tension in his shoulders and wings disperse. It seemed odd that the irritation had slipped away, but he now noticed what it was: stress. And kissing Natasha and actually being in her presence relieved his stress. He pulled away afterward, pondering the moment. I won't be surprised if she open out slaps me across the face for taking advantage of her, thought Charley. He looked at Natasha. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that without your permission," said Charley, although he felt stupid for saying that.

"Hm, true." Natasha nodded, watching him still. She tilted her head slightly. He looked so perfect. Natasha didn't know why she was letting herself feel that way. He was just an angel. Another person who she could easily kill. Though Natasja wasn't thinking about that. She was thinking that he was someone who she could trust to take care of her, despite the circumstances. That was a nice feeling to have. The first nice feeling she had had about anyone. She chuckled softly when he responded to her statement with: "Oh, really?" Natasha smiled, somehow she knew what he was thinking. She was extremely surprised when he leaned in and kissed her. Natasha's eyes stayed open for a second before she closed her eyes and leaned into the lingering kiss. She felt him relax which made her relax in turn. She sighed a little as he pulled away, her eyes remained closed for a second before she opened them again, watching him closely. She smiled a little as he apologised. That was really sweet of him. "No, don't." Natasha said softly, moving closer to him, her hand on his chest. "Don't be sorry." She whispered, her lips close to his before she kissed him again, her hand gently gripping his shirt, her jade eyes closed lightly.

Charley's heart raced as Natasha's hand touched him on the chest. "Don't be sorry," she whispered, kissing Charley on the lips. Charley felt her gently grab his shirt as she closed her eyes. Yeah, I knew this was coming sooner or later, thought Charley, falling into the kiss. He parted lips with Natasha, just to remove his shirt, then went back into the kissing session. Charley moved his arms around Natasha's waist and picked her up. He wanted her, despite her past troubles and doings. This was a moment he knew would happen to even the cold-hearted of angels. (Not calling Natasha cold-hearted). Charley's wings spread and folded around the two Dark Angels. They were stuck in the moment, one Charley hoped wouldn't be interrupted. He smoothly rested Natasha on the bed, continuing to kiss her. Charley's father always told him of the day he would fall in love, but Charley never knew it'd be ten years later with a rogue angel. Ha, ha...I'm dangerous in a way, he thought.

Natasha kept her eyes closed, though opened them when she no longer felt his lips. She smiled a little as he removed his shirt, then went back to kissing her. Natasha knew it was a little clichè, but she honest felt that she was in heaven right now. She wrapped her arms around his neck to bring herself closer when he picked her up, she wrapping her toned legs around his waist. She kissed him still, her dark magic locking the door of his room in hope that would refrain from people trying to interrupt. Natasha's dark magic was different. It was more of an entity. It did things on its own accord, but was connected to Natasha and couldn't go very far without weakening itself and Natasha. She kissed Charleys lips softly, absolutely lost in the moment. She knew now she didn't want to go. She didn't want to leave him behind. Not now, not ever. Natasha fiddled with the hair at the back of his head where her left hand was resting. The entity annoyed with the situation knocked off things from the shelves, however Natasha ignored it like it wasn't happening. (You wanna skip over this of it gets too intimate? Haha xD)

(Yeah, EX don't play intimacy. Lol. I push it an hour and thirty minutes ahead XD)

An hour and thirty minutes later, Charley opened his eyes. He yawned and stretched. He looked at his watch and saw that it was morning time. Charley then saw that he was under the covers of his bed. He cocked his head before looking to his right side. Lying next to him was a sleeping Natasha. "Oh, that's right," he said, remembering last night. He smiled and slid out of bed, quickly throwing on a pair of sweat pants. Charley examined the room. Some things were broken, but he'd be able to fix them up. Charley cleaned up using his magic and then halted. His shoulders and wings never felt better. "Wow," he said. He flapped his wings, do a loop-de-loop in mid-air and spiraling toward the door. He curved around and landed next to the window. The sun was up and the birds were chirping. Charley felt good inside. He would've opened the window and hollered, but he was too cool and mature for that. Charley chuckled and got down on the floor, hitting thirty push-ups and then jumping up to the metal bar and doing thirty pull-ups. When he was done, he tip-toed to the door, unlocked it, and stepped outside. When he closed it back, he stopped one of the butlers. "Hey, Grahm, could you bring up some breakfast, maybe some eggs, toast, bacon?" asked Charley. "Certainly, sir, but Elder Mack would like to see you," said Grahm. "What, you mean now?" asked Charley. "Yes, and I will see to it that your breakfast is delivered to your room, sir," said Grahm, walking off. Charley shook his head and entered his room. He slipped on a tank top and his boots. He looked back at Natasha, walked up to the bed, and kissed her on the cheek.

Charley took out a pen and a piece of paper and wrote that he Elder Mack needed to see him. He placed the note on the bed next to her and walked over to the door. He jumped when he saw Grahm with a tray full of breakfast. "Well dang, that was quick," said Charley. "I'm a man and an angel of my word, sir," said Grahm, walking in and setting the tray on the table. He then rested feminine attire across the dresser and walked over to Charley. "That's for your lady friend," said Grahm. He walked out of the room with Charley. Charley closed the door back and flew out of the building, thanking Grahm. He flew down to the Great Hall and entered the doors. "You needed to see me, Elder Mack?" asked Charley. Elder Mack was with Elders Vasquez and Sage. Charley was surprised to see none of the others. "Ah, Leader Storm," said Mack, walking up to Charley and shaking his hand. "I would like for you to meet someone," said Elder Mack. Charley looked over at Elders Vasquez and Sage. They moved out of the way, revealing two more people. Two pairs of large white wings looked back at Charley. It was a young woman and an olde man. They both had blonde hair, blue eyes, and light skin. "Leader Storm, this is Elder Friggid, leader and great protector of the Snow Angels of the Arctic," said Elder Mack. The older Snow Angel nodded at Charley and said, "It is an honor to meet the commander of "The Archs", an archangel before my very icy eyes." "You too, sir," said Charley, shaking Elder Friggid's hand. "And this is my daughter, Cynthia," said Friggid. The young woman smiled at Charley. "How do you do?" she asked. "Fine," said Charley, shaking her hand. "We have business to discuss, my boy," said Elder Friggid. Charley nodded.

Natasha stirred slightly when Charley got up. She already missed his arms around her. She yawned carefully, sleeping a little longer before she woke up fully, the scent of fine food filling her nose. Her stomach rumbling, Natasha climbed out of the bed, pulling the sheets with her which were wrapped around her body. Flashbacks of the night before made her giggle slightly, blushing even. It was strange for her to be like this. Natasha let out a happy sigh. Now she had to find out where Charley had gotten to. Her eyes fell upon the note which floated in front of her. Natasha carefully took it from the air, reading it. "Ohh.." She murmured. "I suppose I have some time to myself.. But what to do.." She said, glancing around. Shortly after, she remembered the food, cautiously walking to it and picking up some bacon. Natasha slowly brought it up to her mouth, biting some from it. She chewed it, deep in thought to decide whether she liked it or not. However, she knew the sudden change in the quality of food would upset her stomach, causing her pain and discomfort, but it couldn't be helped. Natasha tried everything on the plate, discovering she liked some things more than others. She was sure to leave some for Charley. She couldn't let him go hungry. Natasha was surprised he hasn't eaten before leaving, especially after last night. She found herself blushing and giggling again, trying to keep herself under control. But it was easily the best night of her life. Natasha next spotted the clothes, smiling a little as she looked through them. She took another shower, drying off with a towel that time, and pulling on her clothes, after her underwear of course. Natasha sighed, looking at herself in the mirror. "I have no figure at all in these." She sighed, doing a few alterations before coming up with her own outfit. A short-ish tank top and ripped shorts. She managed to rip and cut them herself. She smiled at the outfit. It was getting warmer and she liked the material. Natasha didn't want to be like anyone else.

"So you say little Benjamin is Archangel Ricardo's biological son?" asked Elder Friggid. "Yes sir," said Charley. "He revealed it to us last night in the hospital after I was attacked by three Angel Poachers and betrayed by Elder Rhaymis, who doesn't even deserve the term 'elder'," said Charley. Friggid nodded. He then looked to Elder Mack. "Didn't I warn you years ago about Rhaymis?" asked Elder Friggid. "Yes, you did, but I believed Rhaymis was just a lost soul who'd never found happiness," said Elder Mack. "Never found happiness? Mack, he's a great-uncle for God sake! He's fornicated, had his own offspring, and has even turned on his own flesh and blood by kidnapping Benjamin and keeping his great-niece locked away at the that infernal facility!" shouted Elder Friggid. Charley looked over at Cynthia. She shrugged at her father's outrage. Something then came to Charley's mind. "Wait, are you talking about the facility we raided last night?" asked the Dark Angel. "Yes," said Elder Friggid, Elder Mack, Elder Vasquez, and Elder Sage. Charley stood up. "We rescued all the young angels there," he said. "No, you didn't," said Cynthia. Charley looked at her. "Apparently when our brethren turned off the power to the facility, it kept you and "The Archs" from accessing the basement, which door is powered by electricity," said Cynthia. "They were hiding two more young angels down there, Leader Storm," said Friggid. He walked up to Charley. "Rhaymis now has what he needs to access the prophecy," he said. "What prophecy?" asked Charley. "The one of the 'Angelic Trio', only in this case, if Rhaymis manages to corrupt Ben and the other two, it'll be the 'Angelic Conquerers'," said Elder Sage. Charley was stunned. "Those three young angels brought together and taken to the Tomb of Valhaa will be a force to be reckoned with," said Elder Friggid. "It takes the blood of a half blood angel, Benjamin, and pureborn angel, Rhaymis's great-niece Helvetica, and a turned victim," he said. "Turned victim?" asked Charley.

"Where one becomes an angel by the scratching of an archangel's wings," said Elder Mack. Charley looked at him. "It's a magic transfer that cannot be reversed," said Mack. Charley sighed, putting his hands on his head. "Haven you heard word from "The Archs"? Mainly Ricardo?" asked Charley. "Not yet," said Elder Vasquez. "They were supposed to reach our private base last night, but never did," said Cynthia. "We believe something happened to them," she said. "Something happen to the archangels? That's impossible," said Elder Sage. "No it's not," said Charley, turning and heading for the doors. "The Angel Poachers have our weakness wrapped in all sorts of weapons by now and Rhaymis is the reason," he said. "Where are you going, Leader Storm?" asked Elder Friggid. Charley halted before the doors, kicking them open and spreading his large black wings. "I'm going to arrange a meeting," said Charley. He looked back at them. "The Alpha team's heading out now," said Charley. He faced forward and launched himself out of the Great Hall. He flew into the air, flying past his window and soaring toward the Sentinel.

He landed on the high balcony, spooking the four guards. "Mr. Storm," said the guards, each getting to a knee. "Men, get me my gear and the best angelic fighters we have within the community," ordered Charley. "Yes sir," said the guards. They hurried down the steps, with Charley on their heels. When they made it to the bottom, the guards pushed open a set of double doors, entering a training room. Charley moved to the left as a practice dummy was thrown past him. He halted and placed his hands behind his back as he stared at the six battling angels before him: three males: two Cloud Angels and a Snow Angel....and two females: one Cloud Angel and a Dark Angel. The six of them halted what they were doing when they saw Charley standing before them. He smirked, knowing they recognized a worthy opponent....and old friend.

Natasha sighed, laying back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "Surely he shouldn't be this long." Natasha murmured,'looking to the clock. Her mind constantly telling her she was used, but that was something she couldn't believe. "He's never gonna choose me over this stupid place." Natasha murmured. "Why wouldn't he? After everything I've done, I don't deserve anything good:" She muttered, getting up and pacing around. She ran her fingers through her waist-length hair, chewing her lip slightly. She decided to wait a little longer, but the time rolled by quickly, and there still was no sign of Charley. Natasha sighed, nodding a little as she stood up. She glanced around the room before walking out of the door. She wrapped her arms and her wings around herself for extra comfort. She closed her eyes lightly before opening them. Natasha walked quickly out of the building into the open air, taking a deep breath. She kept her arms and her wings around herself, walking in one random direction. Without her there, he could focus of the Archs and the other angels. Being there leader and all. That was exactly what she wrote before she left. Now she was at the point of having second thoughts, wanting to run back to where she could live without a problem. However the other side was saying that a tree out in the wilderness would be a good enough bed for a night or two. Natasha rubbed her forehead, her stomach ache already set it, but she had been taught not to show pain. Not ever. However when she was shot, that was an exception as the ingredients attacked her very being. Natasha continued to walk. Not knowing where, but now, they no longer had her information. She was on her own.

He hopped from one foot to the other, stressing and blaming himself for being dumb. Sem had desparetely tried to catch up with the other men and in his blind panic, had ran into the wrong direction. The worst part of it all was that he had only found out after traveling a couple of miles. He did not knew where the others were, he did not know what the mission was about. Sem made some choking noises and slumped to the ground. Then he spotted the walky talky attached to his belt and mentally slapped himself. 

''Erm...hello?'' he asked the device. A loud beeping sound followed and Sem almost did a happy dance when he heard a voice. However, his joy was shortly lived when he heard the person on the other side speak. ''Ja, met wie spreek ik? Wie is dit?!'' 

''I...I have no idea what you're saying....'' Sem stared at the walky talky with a blank expression. ''Eh....you speak English?'' He tried carefully. ''Waar heb je het over, ik heb geen spek! Waar slaat dit op?''  The person sounded annoyed and Sem gave up. ''Sorry, good bye!!''

He then slammed the device on the ground. ''Stupid...stupid thing!'' He lay down on his back and closed his eyes. ''Frustrated?'' A soft voice asked and with the speed of lighting Sem leaped up en grabbed a small knive from his belt. Once he saw who was in front of him his jaw nearly dropped. It was a snow Angel.

Charley was conversating with his friends, telling them to get ready to move in forty minutes. Before he could exit the building, an angel boy flew to him. "Charley, Grahm told me to tell you your lady friend's gone from the room," said the little guy. Charley wasn't all that surprised. "She's fine, just probably looking around the community again," said Charley. "No, she slipped out of the community," said the angel boy. "What? She was going to be on this mission with me," said Charley, shocked. He immediately flee out of the building and into the air. Charley soared down to a rose shop, plucked five lovely roses, and flew off. He saw the exit and flew down to them. Looking around he saw Natasha and smiled. "I hope my absence didn't hurt you," said Charley. He flew to her side, walking with her. "I like how you put your own style in those clothes, and these are for you," said Charley, revealing the pretty roses to her. "I didn't mean to be long, but 'The Archs' didn't show up at the private base camp of the Snow Angels," he said. "I'm gathering an Alpha team and...." Charley jumped in front of Natasha. "....I want you to come. With your skills, we'd make a great team and those Angel Poachers would pee their pants," said Charley.

Old ways as usual, Natasha. She thought to herself, nodding lightly. However, she had left her weapons in the room. Charleys room. She sighed. "I did not think this through." She sighed, rubbing her forehead. Natasha let her wings stretch. She sighed softly. It felt like she hadn't flown in a while. Natasha glanced around after hearing a set of wings. She was surprised to see Charley, shocked to see the roses. No one had ever gotten her flowers before. Natasha smiled a little, carefully taking them and holding them to her nose to smell them. She had let her guard down around him, actually trusting him enough to be calm. She looked up to him. "I thought you'd left me, that's all.." She said softly, looking back down the the flowers. Her red curls bouncing against her cheeks as she smelt the flowers again, smiling brightly. "No one has ever bought be flowers before." She grinned, looking up to him when he jumped in front of her. Natasha chewed her bottom lip in thought, before nodding. "Sure, but Ill need a new set if clothes. Ill have to put something together that'll allow rme to move." Natasha nodded softly, caressing his cheek softly, before kissing him on the lips, letting it last a little longer. Natasha's eyes remained closed as she kissed him, they opening as she pulled away. "Thanks. For not deserting me." She smiled softly, keeping the flowers close to her.

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.