Roleplaying

Charley smiled at Natasha's comment. Entering the mart, he looked around. "Coats, gloves, and snows boots! Get them while the discount's on!" exclaimed the clerk. Charley arched an eyebrow at the Snow Angel. He was a midgit. Charley walked up to him. "Excuse me, sir," said Charley. The midgit angel turned, jumped, and screamed. "Ah! Dark Angel! Please, just take whatever you want, you and your girl. Just don't kill me, please!" pleaded the midgit, flying over to the cash register and hiding beneath it. Charley looked at Natasha. "What's his problem?" he asked. "My problem is I'm always being robbed by visiting Dark Angels," said the hidden midgit. Charley sucked his teeth. "Sir, we're not here to steal, we're here to buy," said Charley. "Oh, well in that case, what can I do for you?" asked the midgit Snow Angel, popping up from behind the counter. "We need warmer gear, but something we can move around in," said Charley. The Snow Angel clerk nodded. "I see, leather will get you nowhere down here, follow me," he said. The spunky little man leaped over the counter and flew over Natasha's head. He whipped out a tape measure and measured her quickly, using his wings to dip around. "You're quick," said Charley. "Yeppers," said the clerk, measuring Natasha's waist. "Hm, slim, yet with curves, I have something nice for the lady," said the Snow Angel. He then flew over to Charley. He held Charley's arms up, then wings, then measured his legs, waist, and chest. "Be right back," said the clerk, flying off into a room. Charley shook his head and leaned against the counter. He looked at Natasha. "So what's on your mind, 'Slim yet curvy' Natasha," said Charley, smiling.

Natasha watched the clerk with a raised eyebrow, watching him with curiosity. He acted very strange. She listened to Charley and the clerk, she jumped when he leapt at her. She tried to keep up with his movements as he measured her. She raised an eyebrow at his comment before moving on to Charley. Natasha's eyes followed him as the small man flew away. Natasha looked back to Charley at his question, smirking softly as she walked over to him, standing near him, pressing her lips to his gently. "I'm okay. You?" She smiled softly, looking up to him with a soft smile. She had began to miss his affection and craved it. Natasha took his hand gently, fiddling with it with both of her hands so she had something to do. She looked back up to him with her big green eyes. Her full lips pulling into a gentle smile.

Charley kissed her back, wanting to be alone with Natasha once more. "I'm fine," he said. "Glad I found my dad after a ten-year absence," said Charley. "People used to think my dad deserted me like any other father would probably do, but he was really undercover...somewhat," he said. Looking back at the door, Charley made sure no one else was around. He then picked Natasha up, wrapping her legs around his waist. "You know, when I first saw you by the facility, I thought you were an escaped angel," he said. "I thought you were lost, full of evil intent to get back at those inside," said Charley. Charley then leaned forward, kissing Natasha on the lips. "Then I found out what really happened, and I knew then and there all you needed was a change," he said. "I know I only met you last night, but I feel like I've known you for some time," said Charley. "I see how you are. You're the right kind of girl for me, Ms. Black," he said, looking into her green eyes. "In fact, I want to help you locate your parents after this," said Charley. Someone cleared their throat. Charley turned his head and saw an old female Snow Angel. "Get a room, young folk," she said, walking off. Charley chuckled.

Natasha smiled softly when he kissed her back, watching him and nodding as he spoke. She nodded at what he was saying, glad be had his father back. She smirked softly when he picked her up, her arms wrapping around his neck slightly, her legs doing the same to his waist. She smiled as she listened to him. "I know. I felt you watching me. In the facility and when I was sleeping next to the fire." She smiled softly, kissing him back when she was kissed, her eyes closing slightly but she pouted and opened her eyes when he pulled away. Natasha's green eyes studied his face, mostly his lips. Her curls rolled against her cheeks as she watched him. She smiled when he spoke. He was definitely the right guy for her. "I'm just sorry you had to witness who I was all those years ago." She said softly, back when she was used as a weapon. Natasha was absolutely to smacked when she discovered he would help her find her parents , "That means flying to Russia, Charley. Where it's mostly cold. Like it is here." Natasha told him. "You would really do that?" She asked, glancing to the woman before looking back to Charley. "Maybe we can get a room after this."

"Of course I would, but once we get this clothes, we won't have to worry about the cold," said Charley. "Maybe we can get a room after this," said Natasha. Charley smiled. "I think we can," he said, kissing her passionately. Charley's wings wrapped around the both of them. He held her close, not wanting to let her go. The Snow Angel midgit returned. He was about to speak when he saw the two before the counter. "Oh...ahem," said the clerk. Charley ignored the clerk. Come on, not now, he thought. "Um, sir, ma'am, do you still want the coats?" asked the clerk. Oh right, the gear, thought Charley. He folded his wings and parted lips with Natasha. "Yeah, we still want them, how much?" asked Charley. "That'll be forty dollars," said the clerk, flying up to the counter. "Two coats, two pairs of gloves, two pairs of snow boots, goggles are free, four snowcovers for wings, and that'll be that," said the clerk. Without moving, Charley's eyes glowed jet black. His wallet floated out, covered in dark aura. It opened, with two twenty dollar bills rising out. The bills floated over to the midgit Snow Angel. The wallet slipped back into Charley's back pocket. The clerk warily took the floating money after scanning the gear. "Trust me, you'll be able to move around in all of these, they come with combat pockets for knives and guns," he said. Charley nodded and looked at Natasha. "What about using your legs to choke the life out of your opponent?" asked Charley. "Oh yes, that too," said the clerk. Charley smiled. He put Natasha on her feet and took the now bagged gear. "Thank you, come again," said the clerk.

Charley thanked the clerk. "Do you know where we can stay for the night?" asked Charley. "Yes, the apartments are a couple of blocks down to the right," said the clerk. "Thank you," said Charley. "Storm," said a voice. Charley turned his head. It was a Snow Angel, his skin regular. He was a real Snow Angel. "You're needed in the Great Hall," said the angel. "Right, thank you," said Charley. "Let's go, Natasha," he said.

Natasha smiled softly, kissing him just as passionately, her arms still wrapped around his neck as they kissed. Like Charley, she mentally begged not to be interrupted. She looked to the clerk when he pulled away, watching him, then her eyes found the clothes. Natasha smiled a little when she got back onto her feet. Natasha smiled at the thought of apartment blocks, looking up to Charley, taking his hand, ready to go. She sighed and looked to the Snow Angel who interrupted them. "Lets go, Natasha." Charley said, but Natasha shook her head, letting go of his hand. "They want you, not me." She told him. "I'll go find the apartment blocks while you're busy." Natasha said softly, reaching up and kissing him. "Don't leave me waiting." She whispered against his lips, kissing him again before taking her gear and flying off to find the apartments. She glanced around, looking for the block of apartments. Her green eyes scanned the area as she flew, landing in front of them. She smiled at her little accomplishment but she only hoped they were warm inside. Natasha stepped inside, her eyes wandering around the area.

Hearing Noel's impatient voice Sem slowly lifted his tomato red face from the table and rubbed where the wooden surface had left red marks.''Uhm...th-thank you for letting me spend the night here,sir.I hope it was not too much trouble.''He genuinly thanked the man and stood up to leave before the old guy suddenly had his wrist in a steel grip.Sem looked up at the man's eyes but those were hidden by the shadow which was casted over his scarred face.''Uh..Sir?''The brown eyed boy asked and somewhere in the room he heard the soft flapping of Noel's wings.''Where do you think you're goin', little Angel Poacher?''The guy's voice sudenly sounded sickly sweet and Sem tried to twist his way out of the iron grip.The boy's eyes widened when the man's shirt started to rip from the back and two pair of demon like wings were exposed.''Hehehe~''The cackling,manical laugh chilled Sem to the bone and he kicked the man in the stomach on panic, finally freeing himself.Sem stumbled on to his feet before being pulled back by a pair of small and slender hands.

''Noel!''

The snow Angel's sligthly smaller form stood before Sem, glaring daggers at the slowly transforming creature.Sem witnessed with a growing feeling horror and fear how the man's skin turned a lime-green, his teeth the colour of rotten wood and his wings were those of a bat.''Wha-wha-wha....?!''The Angle poacher tripped over his own words, pure shock could be read on his face.''A Lethrblak, a filthy and hideous creature that has been our enemy since the dawn of time.They were thought to be extinct many years ago.''Noel aswered, not daring to take his eyes of the said creature.Sem gripped his gun tightly.''Noel....a-are we in trouble?''

The blonde Angel glanced back at Sem.''Not as long as he does not..-''A low growling made him stop and his face darkened.''Too late,that's a Bullet hound.'' Both boy's stiffened as a bullet hound the size of a German shephard leaped into the room.The Lethrblak giggled.''It's time for your feast, Moo Moo.''

Sem gave the Lethrblak a bewildered look and Noel snickered.Moo Moo growled again bwfore storming towards the boys.

Charley watched Natasha go. He then turned to the Snow Angel. "I guess it's just you and me," said Charley. The two flew out of the store and headed through the city. Charley and the Snow Angel flew past a park for young Snow Angels. Soon, they came upon a Great Hall. "Here we are," said the Snow Angel. Charley nodded and entered the Great Hall. The two walked up to a gathered table. Elder Snow Angels sat waiting. Reggie and Reece were present. "Ah, there's my son," said Reggie. "You two are famous in these parts," said a brown-haired Snow Angel. He was broad-shouldered, thick, and had a long white beard. His hair was like a roaring white flame. "Elder Shard, this is Charley Storm, current leader of 'The Archs'," said Reece. "Nice to meet you sir," said Charley, shaking Elder Shard's hand. "Wasn't there another one, a female?" asked Elder Shard. "Yes, but she's busy at the moment," said Charley, smiling. "Well then, let's get started," said Elder Shard. Charley sat down. "Let's talk about our new prisoner, a Lethrblak," said Elder Shard 

Natasha rented an apartment from a Snow Angel who was tending the desk. He seemed confused when he saw a Dark Angel wonder inside. "May I help you, ma'am?" He asked, gaining Natasha's attention. Her red hair moved gracefully as she walked towards the desk. "Can a rent an apartment? Preferably two bedrooms with two large beds." She told him, seeing no reason why Reggie couldn't stay with them. Also, he may just appreciate the separate room. The male Snow Angel eyed her slightly, Natasha staring back at him expectantly. The man snapped into reality, checking through his computer. "You're in luck." He said softly, his eyebrows raising comically before he looked up to Natasha. "Great, where is it?" Natasha asked. "Allow me to show you." The Snow Angel said, guiding her to the stairs as he stepped out from behind his counter. He walked up the stairs, guiding her to the floor nearer the top to a door. Number 228 to be exact.

"Hm," said Elder Shard. "So they are rising," he said. "Yes, and these Bullet Hounds are aiding them," said Charley. "I lost two of my best archangels to those mutts, and I WON'T lose anymore," said Charley. He looked at Reggie. "Ricardo is out there with the rest of 'The Archs' and his only son is back in the states with Helvetica and the Alpha team," said Charley. "Helvetica?" asked Elder Shard. Reece's head whipped up. "Rhaymis's great-niece is still alive?" he asked. "Yes, and she's safe," said Charley. Elder Shard stood. "Do you know how valuable she is?" asked Shard. "She is the ONLY Fiery Angel in the world to exist, and her power, legacy, and genes will live on if she courts with a Dark Angel," said Reece. All eyes were on Charley. He looked shocked. He stood. "Hold up. That would be rape in any race or culture, she has a boyfriend who's a Dark Angel, and I have someone," said Charley. "Rape?" asked Reece. "Well how old is she?" asked Elder Shard. "Fourteen, sir," said Charley. "Oh, my apologies," said Shard. Reggie chuckled. "My son, a mack," said Reggie. "No, I'm a one woman kind of angel," said Charley. "Anyways, Helvetica is tied into the prophecy, along with two other young angels who we have yet to discover," said Elder Vick, a skinny, pale-skinned Snow Angel. "True, but that is something to discuss tomorrow. Leader Storm, Mr. Storm, you are free to go and rest or interrogate our prisoner, dismissed," said Elder Shard.

Charley, Reggie, and Reece stood outside the apartments. Reece handed Charley a bird cage, with a falcon-sized Raptrid perched inside. "He hatched a month ago and is ready for an owner and trainer," said Reece. "Thanks, Reece," said Charley. "No, problem. Get some good rest and we'll see you in the morning," said Reece. Charley and Reggie nodded. Reece smiled and flew off. Charley and Reggie approached the front desk of the apartments, with Charley looking at the young Raptrid. "Helli, Marv, any rooms available?" asked Reggie. The Snow Angel looked at them. "Whoa, you're the masked angel dude. Good to see your face," said the Snow Angel. He looked at Charley. "Are you Leader Storm?" asked Marv. "Yeah, and the masked angel is my dad," said Charley. The Snow Angel was shocked. "So the Storm men are before my eyes. Unbelievable," said Marv. "Anyways, a young lady, Dark Angel like you two, just took the last two," said Marv. Charley and Reggie looked at each other. "We're with her," said Charley. The two then flew off into the apartments. "Room 228!" shouted Marv, throwing Reggie a key. "Yours is 229, sir," called Marv. "Got it," called Charley and Reggie. They soon arrived at the rooms. "I'm glad we're back together again, son," said Reggie. "Me too, dad," said Charley. The two man-hugged. Reggie went into his room. Charley walked up to room 228. "Dad, keep Ripper with you tonight," said Charley. Reggie nodded and took the young Raptrid. He went into his room and closed the door. Charley smiled, grasped the knob of the door, opened it, and folded his wings. "Natasha, I'm back," called Charley.

Natasha had taken her time exploring after thanking and playing the Snow Angel for the rooms. She discovered where everything was, and began to hide her weapons in various places in the apartment, just incase they received some unwanted visitors. Natasha inspected the cleanliness of the bathroom. "It has one of the spraying things too." She murmured, before stepping out and closing the door. She then walked into the luxurious bedroom just across from the bathroom, smiling lightly at her discovery. She dove straight on the bed, sighing with a smile as the silk sheets seemed to swallow her curvy figure. The key sign of a memory foam mattress. Natasha took her time getting up, seeing a phone to call room service. She picked it up, looking at it from all angles before putting it down on the bed. It was then she got up, walking out of the bathroom. She then heard voices in the hall, smiling as it was Charley and Reggie. She heard that Reggie had gone to his room. Perfect. Natasha smiled as Charley opened the door. "Natasha, Im back." He said, Natasha running to him, wrapping her arms around her legs around hiss waist. Not giving him time to close the door. She kissed him passionately, her eyes closed. "This place is amazing! It has a really comfortable bed, a spraying thing, a kitchen, a balcony. Everything!" She smiled, trying to tell him as she kissed him which wasn't all to difficult. "You're getting good. I didn't wait for that long this time." She smirked, resting her forehead against his.

As the sharp, drooling set of teeth came closer both boys leaped out of the way, Sem jumped to the left and Noel took the right.The Bullet hound used his front legs to slow down and came to a halt just before his nose would touch the wall.The serious expression on Noel's face softened a bit.''Seems like this one is still a pup; his coordination is bad and he is a little slower than an adult one.Yet, he is still as deadly.''

Sem, who had accidentaly landed somewhere behind a half consumed couch, Frowned and took out his gun, pointing it at the hound with the green-ish brown skin.''Was that suppose lighten the mood or not?''He asked.The lethrblak ordered his pet to stop fooling around and tear those brats to shreds.''Or not.''The snow Angel replied.''Oh, and bullets won't work on bullet hounds.''he added casually.

''Whoa!''Sem shouted as the bullet hound jumped over the couch, heading straight for the said boy.Just as the massive jaw was going to close itself around Sem's arm the Angel poacher lifted his knee in a swift motion, hitting the Hound in the snout.The creature whimpered loudly, his snout was sensentive and Sem unwillingly felt sad.He did not wish to hurt animals but it was either that or losing an arm.

A pained look crossed Sem's face as he kicked the hound's snout again but this time with more force causing the hound to back down a bit.He heard the Lethrblak curse him out and felt a strange chill in the room.Noe, ascended into air, was making strange movements with his hands.Suddenly the door of the fridge opened with a loud slam and a mass of ice came flying out.

The Lethrblak watched with clenched the teeth, both boys knew that he would let his pet do the work and once his pet was no longer capeable of fighting he would do the work himself.So they thought they had nothing to fear from his while the bullet hound was still up and running.But perhaps they were wrong.

Noel's eyes twinkled with excitement as he shot the small daggers of ice towards the hound.''Time to make a slush puppy.''

''That's a very lame joke,Noel!''Sem's smothered voice could be heard from across the other side of the room.

Charley stepped inside. Natasha ran up to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Not giving him time to close the door, she kissed him passionately, her eyes closed. "This place is amazing! It has a really comfortable bed, a spraying thing, a kitchen, a balcony. Everything!" She smiled, trying to tell him as she kissed him which wasn't all to difficult. "You're getting good. I didn't wait for that long this time." She smirked, resting her forehead against his. Charley smiled from the affection. The only thing he really wanted to hear or be around was her. The interrogation is tomorrow, and I also got one of those Raptrids," said Charley. Without putting her down, he said, "And I'm glad we're finally alone." He nuzzled noses with her, like the Native Americans did, before kissing her on the lips. His dark magic acted, covering the door and closing it with a lock. Charley walked forward, with Natasha still in his arms. The place was nice for an apartment. When he saw the luxurious bed, he smiled. Charley rested Natasha on the bed. He took out his guns and blades, setting one gun under a pillow, a blade under the bed, another gun on a dresser next to him, and a blade atop of a chandelier. He then took his shirt off and looked at Natasha. He walked up to her, pulling her close. "Care for a lovely evening, Ms. Black?" he asked, folding his wings. Charley kicked off his boots. He picked up a nearby phone, dialed a number, and said, "Yes, room service. We'd like to have two glasses of your finest champange." Two minutes later, the champange arrived. Charley flew up to the door, looked through the peephole, and then opened the door.

"Here you are," said a Snow Angel. "Thank you," said Charley, taking the champange bottle and glasses. "No...thank you," said the Snow Angel. Charley closed the door back and locked it. The Snow Angel outside the door continued to stare at it for a moment, unbeknowst to Charley and Natasha. The Snow Angel then whipped out a magnesium dagger coated in gold nitrate and mountain ash. A hissing growl escaped his voice as he turned and trudged down the stairs. Charley halted, turning his head as he thought he heard something. He had an uneasy feeling. He let it go, but now fully. He walked up to Natasha, pouring them both a glass.

Helvetica heard the sounds as they got closer to the abandoned house. "Did you all hear that?" she asked. "I heard something," said Cornelius. It was coming from the house. "Let's take a look," said Cynthia. They flew down to the door of the house. Benjamin knocked three times, no answer. "No one's home," he said. A loud commotion came from above. Helvetica growled and kicked open the door. "Alpha team, move out!" ordered Sarone. The angels flew inside, weapons poised and ready. Benjamin stook with Helvetica and Cornelius. They could hear loud noises upstairs. "What's happening up there?" asked Benjamin. "I don't know, but I'm about to find out," said Helvetica, leaping toward the celing, using her fiery powers. "Helvetica, wait!" shouted Corey. Helvetica pounded through the ceiling with a holler. She halted as she arrived in a room full of ice. "What is this place?" she asked. She suddenly saw a boy on the ground, seeming to be hiding from something. Helvetica turned as she saw a Snow Angel, as handsome and blonde as could be, using an icy move. What's there problem? Helvetica wondered. A growl made her turn. A Bullet Hound, but a young one, had dodged the icy move as it saw Helvetica. "That's right, my pet, after her, she's the valuable angel everyone wants!" shouted an old man, only is wasn't an old man. Helvetica felt disgusted after looking at the ugly demonized creature before her. She screamed as the young Bullet Hound lunged at her. Helvetica flew out of the little beast's way, dodging its strong and viscous jaws. When she was cornered, she turned and gasped. The puppy growled menacingly and charged at Helvetica. Helvetica growled herself.

Her eyes glowed with a red-orange rage as flames cloaked her hands, ruby red wings, and caused her hair to appear like fire. "Get back!" she shouted, sending a ray of flames leaping forward. The flames slammed into the young Bullet Hound, causing the puppy to squeal in absolute pain and horror. Its cries echoed throughout the house. Below, Cornelius and the others were surprised at the cry. "Oh no," said Sarone."What?" asked Benjamin. "That's the cry of a young Bullet Hound," said Sarone. "So?" asked Cornelius. A great roar suddenly shook the house, causing all to freeze. "So that's the angry mother coming to the rescue," said Corey. A great shape appeared, bounding up a flight of stairs near them. "It's going for the room. Helvetica, get out of there!" shouted Cornelius. Helvetica watched as the young Bullet Hound rolled on the floor, covered in licking and withering flames. She seemed sad that the baby had to suffer, but it was better it than her. As the young Bullet Hound breathed its last breaths, the ugly creature, a Lethrblak, looked at Helvetica, cursing at her. "You'll pay for this, girl!" he hissed, leaping up and flying at her. Helvetica frowned and formed a fireball in her hands. She sent it flying at the Lethrblak, who dodged the move and lashed out. Helvetica bent back, dodging the swipe. She and the Lethrblak exchanged punches and kicks, but Helvetica was more skilled. She slid under the Lethrblak's legs and leaped up, round kicking the creature in the face. She then right and left hooked it in the stomach before whirling around with a karate kick to the chest. The Lethrblak flew back. He recovered and slashed at Helvetica, but head butted him and bicycle kicked him in the face. She then wrapped her legs around his waist, surprising him, and quickly smiled before back flipping, launching the creature toward a sharp icicle, impaling him. Helvetica finished with a perfect and sexy split before sliding up on her feet and releasing a sigh of relief. She turned to the angel and the boy.

"You two alright?" she asked. Before they could answer, a great growl filled the room. Helvetica turned and gasped. There was a mother Bullet Hound before them. She sniffed her now dead and crispy baby. Her eyes immediately fell on Helvetica. "Uh oh," said Helvetica. The Bullet Hound snarled angrily and sprinted at Helvetica. Helvetica quickly spiraled out of the way, dodging a jaw snap that was only an inch away from her feet. "Run!" she told the two others before sending a fireball flying at the Bullet Hound. The hound ducked, dodging the blow, and raced forward with a growl. "Cornelius!" shouted Helvetica. Suddenly, Cornelius the young Dark Angel flew into the room, sending bolts of dark magic flying at the mother Bullet Hound and hitting her in the face and chest. The hound growled in pain and began to dodge back. Benjamin and the Alpha team flew in, with Sarone, Corey, and Benson flying over to Helvetica. "Are you hurt?" asked Benson. "No, but that Lethrblak's impaled, that young Bullet Hound is dead, the mother's trying to kill us, and we have guests," said Helvetica, gesturing to the boy and the Snow Angel. Cynthia and John looked over at the Snow Angel. "Noel?" asked Cynthia.

Natasha smiled softly, laying back on the bed as Charley hid all his weapons like she had previously. She sighed happily. She watched as she took off his shirt and moved closer to her. "Care for a lovely evening, Ms Black?" He had asked. She grinned brightly. "Yes please." Natasha smirked, watching him order the champagne. She got up and unzipped her tight catsuit, glancing to him with a smirk as she did so. She slid out of it, her underwear soon to follow it as she slid on a silk black nightdress which ended just at her thigh. She had changed once Chatley left the room, as a surprise, though she didn't know if it would work. She let down her long curled hair, some strands resting on her shoulders. There was a beautiful contrast between the red of her hair and the black of the silk. Her rouged full lips pulled into a smile as she took the glass of champagne. She watched it before taking a careful sip. She had often drank champagne with her targets back in her assassin years. In order to impress them, sometimes even seduce. Natasha walked over to the nightstand, sitting her glass there. Natasha sat back on the bed, her hands behind her, supporting her body as she watched him with a sexy smirk. She let her red curls fall from her shoulders, the nightdress raising dangerously up her thighs.

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.