Post by chastity on Oct 5, 2008 2:08:48 GMT -1
Character Name:
Chastity
Species:
Fallen Angel
Age, Gender:
Has been a fallen angel for nearly two hundred years [appears to be around eighteen] && is now a female
Description:
Chastity over time has taken to adjusting to whatever styles the modern day has thrown out for all people to wear. The one thing that she really despises is attempts to blend in with all of the other citizens who call London, England their home. She has always taken joy in purchasing unique and out there clothes. Having people stop on the streets to glance at what she is wearing has always managed to make her day. The particular style that makes random strangers glance back at her is called ‘scene’. Tutu’s, jelly bracelets, fishnet, neon colors, arm warmers, all of that great stuff.
She has remained in her same angelic form since the day she fell from the heavens. Well, minus the fact that the leathery black wings she now possess stay hidden a good portion of the time. It isn’t hard for her to appear normal for the most that is what she appears like. In every sense she has to be one of the most beautiful young ladies [that’s just a figure of speech] in all of London. Beauty is something that has never mattered to her so when someone compliments her she will simply let out a laugh.
From they day she fell to current time she has for the most remained the same in appearance. Still Chastity stands at the perfect height of five feet six inches. Her height is one thing that she takes pride in. Not too tall and not too short she is in the middle when it comes to the height department. For a decent sized height she appears to be rather light, which all in all is the truth. Eating isn’t something she takes the time to do often. Because of this her pale skinned body takes an appearance that one would call fragile. Like she could break in half if someone decided to throw a punch at her skinny body. That perceives the wrong image for in reality she is rather strong.
Since the day she willed herself to live on the planet known her whole appearance has intensified. Back in the days she still called herself an angel there was a bright aura that made everything about her look joyous. Nowadays a heavy black aura that contains regret, a deep hatred, and bitterness surrounds this dark beauty. Once lively jade green eyes contain nothing but a heart wrenching emptiness. Even her perfectly bleached blonde hair looks like it has seen death itself. On her pale angelic face full lips hardly ever curl into a smile that would impress anyone.
Personality:
Before falling to Earth she was a pretty happy camper. Being pretty high in the ranks she didn’t have a reason to be the least melancholy. God thought of her pretty well and did all he could to keep her pleased as she did to him. Envy got the best of her and she chose by will to be stripped of her angelic name. It wasn’t as hard as all the other angels thought it out to be. Once on Earth she regretted ever making such a hasty choice. Now her total personality has been flipped around. She has a complete hatred for all mortals that inhabit this planet. Chastity isn’t anti-social it is just people seemed frightened about how fierce she comes off to be. For the most part she is a cold, unemotional, cruel person. There are times though when she actually chooses to act like what a human would call ‘normal’.
History:
Back in heaven Chastity was one of the most known Angel’s in all of heaven. She didn’t really have any special ability or a particular calling. One thing she was skilled at was aiding to God’s every want or need. To him she was the ultimate servant. Chastity didn’t see it that way though, in her eyes she was being the best angel imaginable. It was like this for hundreds of years. Time didn’t matter to her, as long as God was pleased everything would be fine.
On one particular day she needed to watch a human who was about to pass on and come up to heaven. It seemed like an easy enough task to do, plus there was no way that Chastity would ever think about defying his demands. Chastity got to witness the very last minutes of this poor mans life. They were spent with his loyal life who stuck by his side until he gasped for his very last breath of air. Envy filled her already green eyes. She wanted to have a relationship that, no she lusted to have something like that. It was on that very day she defied God and fell down to Earth.
Life on Earth wasn’t anything like she pictured. Being stripped of her angelic rank was something that she could deal with. All of the emotions that humans felt were unbearable. For her first ten years on Earth or so she couldn’t stand to be anywhere near people. She had to adjust to what it felt like to actually feel anger, wrath, sympathy, and all the other emotions mortals hone. After that she chose to stay away from the human race for the most part. For nearly two hundred years she roamed around all of the Earth looking for a place she belonged.
In was in London, England that she finally felt she belonged. Even if there was that pesky group called the fifth or whatever. She was skilled in hiding what she truly was to all those clueless humans who inhabited the planet. Now, she wanders the streets of London as a nomad having no purpose.
Powers/Training/Experience/weaknesses
Skilled in hand to hand combat, learned by watching some people why traveling in her first hundred years on earth. Knows how to use a katana, learned as an apprentice when over in Japan about fifty years back. Can hide those hideous black wings of hers. Has the ability to fly. Can easily teleport. All those cool physic powers; telepathy and all the jazz. Unhumanly strong. An immortal.
Family/Ties:
None.
RP Sample:
Pesky humans. Didn’t they understand that if lurked around in the shadows attempting to be unnoticed that meant to leave them the hell alone? Obviously not. Even after she tried to conceal herself by blending in with the shadows the dirty little human boy still followed her like a lost puppy. In all of the truth he appeared to be lost. To bad she had no intentions of helping him. All that she really wanted to do was find a uninhabited home that she could slip into and doze off into the land of slumber for at least an hour or so. Yet, he showed no wavering in his confidence. Defeated, she halted and turned to face the boy.
“What do you want?” Her quiet, raspy voice spat out. Venom was laced into every word that escaped her pale lips. Once the words stop coming from her mouth her one jade green that was covered by blonde bangs stared at boy. He fidgeted uncomfortably under unforgiving gaze but other wise there was no movement from him. Damn, she thought to herself. Usually her empty stare would make even the biggest of men scramble off in fear. She suddenly had a bit of respect for the boy.
“M-my sister!” He stuttered out in a voice that was clearly drenched in fear. No more words came out which meant that something had to be terribly wrong with the girl. She may have not liked mortals but some her angelic qualities hadn’t faded away, even after being a fallen angel for so long. Knowing that this girl was in some kind of trouble worried her a bit.
Ceasing all of the other thoughts in her mind she attempted to focus on nothing but this boys mind. If she could get in then maybe it would reveal what was wrong with his sister. Him only being a child and a mere mortal certainly did help. Within moments the cause of this little child’s fear was uncovered. Coming back to earth she grabbed the boys hand. It killed her do so, but helping his sister was more important.
“Let’s go..”
Pictures:
Chastity
Species:
Fallen Angel
Age, Gender:
Has been a fallen angel for nearly two hundred years [appears to be around eighteen] && is now a female
Description:
Chastity over time has taken to adjusting to whatever styles the modern day has thrown out for all people to wear. The one thing that she really despises is attempts to blend in with all of the other citizens who call London, England their home. She has always taken joy in purchasing unique and out there clothes. Having people stop on the streets to glance at what she is wearing has always managed to make her day. The particular style that makes random strangers glance back at her is called ‘scene’. Tutu’s, jelly bracelets, fishnet, neon colors, arm warmers, all of that great stuff.
She has remained in her same angelic form since the day she fell from the heavens. Well, minus the fact that the leathery black wings she now possess stay hidden a good portion of the time. It isn’t hard for her to appear normal for the most that is what she appears like. In every sense she has to be one of the most beautiful young ladies [that’s just a figure of speech] in all of London. Beauty is something that has never mattered to her so when someone compliments her she will simply let out a laugh.
From they day she fell to current time she has for the most remained the same in appearance. Still Chastity stands at the perfect height of five feet six inches. Her height is one thing that she takes pride in. Not too tall and not too short she is in the middle when it comes to the height department. For a decent sized height she appears to be rather light, which all in all is the truth. Eating isn’t something she takes the time to do often. Because of this her pale skinned body takes an appearance that one would call fragile. Like she could break in half if someone decided to throw a punch at her skinny body. That perceives the wrong image for in reality she is rather strong.
Since the day she willed herself to live on the planet known her whole appearance has intensified. Back in the days she still called herself an angel there was a bright aura that made everything about her look joyous. Nowadays a heavy black aura that contains regret, a deep hatred, and bitterness surrounds this dark beauty. Once lively jade green eyes contain nothing but a heart wrenching emptiness. Even her perfectly bleached blonde hair looks like it has seen death itself. On her pale angelic face full lips hardly ever curl into a smile that would impress anyone.
Personality:
Before falling to Earth she was a pretty happy camper. Being pretty high in the ranks she didn’t have a reason to be the least melancholy. God thought of her pretty well and did all he could to keep her pleased as she did to him. Envy got the best of her and she chose by will to be stripped of her angelic name. It wasn’t as hard as all the other angels thought it out to be. Once on Earth she regretted ever making such a hasty choice. Now her total personality has been flipped around. She has a complete hatred for all mortals that inhabit this planet. Chastity isn’t anti-social it is just people seemed frightened about how fierce she comes off to be. For the most part she is a cold, unemotional, cruel person. There are times though when she actually chooses to act like what a human would call ‘normal’.
History:
Back in heaven Chastity was one of the most known Angel’s in all of heaven. She didn’t really have any special ability or a particular calling. One thing she was skilled at was aiding to God’s every want or need. To him she was the ultimate servant. Chastity didn’t see it that way though, in her eyes she was being the best angel imaginable. It was like this for hundreds of years. Time didn’t matter to her, as long as God was pleased everything would be fine.
On one particular day she needed to watch a human who was about to pass on and come up to heaven. It seemed like an easy enough task to do, plus there was no way that Chastity would ever think about defying his demands. Chastity got to witness the very last minutes of this poor mans life. They were spent with his loyal life who stuck by his side until he gasped for his very last breath of air. Envy filled her already green eyes. She wanted to have a relationship that, no she lusted to have something like that. It was on that very day she defied God and fell down to Earth.
Life on Earth wasn’t anything like she pictured. Being stripped of her angelic rank was something that she could deal with. All of the emotions that humans felt were unbearable. For her first ten years on Earth or so she couldn’t stand to be anywhere near people. She had to adjust to what it felt like to actually feel anger, wrath, sympathy, and all the other emotions mortals hone. After that she chose to stay away from the human race for the most part. For nearly two hundred years she roamed around all of the Earth looking for a place she belonged.
In was in London, England that she finally felt she belonged. Even if there was that pesky group called the fifth or whatever. She was skilled in hiding what she truly was to all those clueless humans who inhabited the planet. Now, she wanders the streets of London as a nomad having no purpose.
Powers/Training/Experience/weaknesses
Skilled in hand to hand combat, learned by watching some people why traveling in her first hundred years on earth. Knows how to use a katana, learned as an apprentice when over in Japan about fifty years back. Can hide those hideous black wings of hers. Has the ability to fly. Can easily teleport. All those cool physic powers; telepathy and all the jazz. Unhumanly strong. An immortal.
Family/Ties:
None.
RP Sample:
Pesky humans. Didn’t they understand that if lurked around in the shadows attempting to be unnoticed that meant to leave them the hell alone? Obviously not. Even after she tried to conceal herself by blending in with the shadows the dirty little human boy still followed her like a lost puppy. In all of the truth he appeared to be lost. To bad she had no intentions of helping him. All that she really wanted to do was find a uninhabited home that she could slip into and doze off into the land of slumber for at least an hour or so. Yet, he showed no wavering in his confidence. Defeated, she halted and turned to face the boy.
“What do you want?” Her quiet, raspy voice spat out. Venom was laced into every word that escaped her pale lips. Once the words stop coming from her mouth her one jade green that was covered by blonde bangs stared at boy. He fidgeted uncomfortably under unforgiving gaze but other wise there was no movement from him. Damn, she thought to herself. Usually her empty stare would make even the biggest of men scramble off in fear. She suddenly had a bit of respect for the boy.
“M-my sister!” He stuttered out in a voice that was clearly drenched in fear. No more words came out which meant that something had to be terribly wrong with the girl. She may have not liked mortals but some her angelic qualities hadn’t faded away, even after being a fallen angel for so long. Knowing that this girl was in some kind of trouble worried her a bit.
Ceasing all of the other thoughts in her mind she attempted to focus on nothing but this boys mind. If she could get in then maybe it would reveal what was wrong with his sister. Him only being a child and a mere mortal certainly did help. Within moments the cause of this little child’s fear was uncovered. Coming back to earth she grabbed the boys hand. It killed her do so, but helping his sister was more important.
“Let’s go..”
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