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The setting is a dark, foreboding city named Tassain (think Batman Gotham City) in another dimension which is similar to Earth. Here, there are humans, demons, anthros, weres, and angels alike. The sun is a deadened red orb and the moon casts a faint blue shimmer on the city at night.

The problem? This world knows nothing of happiness. Throughout the centuries, the joy and light that it once knew has been corroded and the inhabitants live in a world of despair. But lately, there have been tears in the fabric between the worlds, and happiness has seeped through the cracks. This is almost the classic tale of good vs. light, but the war takes place inside your own head. Will you fight the joy and bliss? Or will you embrace it and try to change this world for the better?

Note: These inhabitants of Tassain are not immortal; they can die just as any other regular Joe can.

Your character may be from the worlds beyond, or this one. You choose the path.

Rules:

-Follow all the basic rules of the forum
-Please, include a fair amount of detail and insight into each post. I'd rather have this rp go more slowly and be more in depth than go quickly with one-liner posts.
-Swear all you want.
-If you have any suggestions, I'm having a hard time coming up with good ideas, so please tell me if you have any interesting plot changes or ideas, and whatnot.

Character sheet: (please fill this out in the OOC, located here: Concrete Smiles OOC)

I'm sorry to say I am not accepting any more members. We have more than enough for now.
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race:
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
Powers: (please keep these reasonable. This is not a superpower rp. Limit it to what your species can do.)

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"Singing is like the celebration of oxygen." --Bjork

Aleile was tired of the life that this city had to offer. She had always felt like she was missing something, but she just didn't know what it was. Maybe death would release that mystifying power.

As Aleile sat on the edge of the wall atop one of the tallest skyscrapers in the city, she was brought back to the death of her mother. It had been a humid summer day, but the sun seemed to shine no brighter than in winter times. Aleile must have been but a child, or so it seemed. She had a bad recollection of passing time. She remembered seeing her mother, dressed in her best black velvet dress, stuck on top of the graveyard fence. The blood was dripping down the iron bars, strangely bringing the only color into the scene. Aleile hadn't felt it then, but she knew she had loved her mother, as any child should, and her death had a large impact on her. Now Aleile sat on the edge of the concrete wall, ready to repeat history once more.

A faint wind blew through her black hair, and she breathed deeply as one single tear rolled down her cheek. How could this world be so wicked? It was all she had known, yet somehow she knew there was more beyond this dark city. She began to push herself off the wall, but something inside her prevented her from doing so. Some feeling came over her that was stronger than anything she had ever felt, but she had no way of describing it. With a shuddering sob, she reluctantly removed herself from the wall and sat down on the top of the roof, her back against the rough brick. She couldn't do it. History would not be repeated, at least not today.

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"Singing is like the celebration of oxygen." --Bjork

The dark clouds seemed to lend their color to everything in this city, thought Faryel. He slowly walked down the street towards his favorite park, where he would lay beneath his favorite tree and rest. It was difficult to love anything in this gray city, but he often managed to see the beauty in that which appears foul. As he continued making his way through the mist, something caught his eye. Far above him, he could make out a figure atop one of the tallest buildings around. At first, he could swear that it was... no it couldn't be, he thought. Still, the figure intrigued him, and the eyes... those eyes he could see even from where he stood on solid ground pervaded him, shot through him. He took a sharp left into the building that the mystifying creature stood on and hurried up the many flights of stairs, never waivering as he moved toward his goal.

For the first time in years the silence of the dark was broken by the faintest of sounds. Breathing could be heard along with the rustling of chains, and a tiny faint light could be seen if anything else couldn’t be. Large beautiful, but blood stained, wings stretched, and once more another sound could be heard, but this time louder. A beautiful voice screeched in pain when the wings moved and the dry blood fell to the ground to be replaced with a fresh trickle. The voice this time was stifled as the wings stretched to its fullest, spanning wide it was a beautiful but terrible sight. The wings were no longer their glorious white they once were, but an awful dirt, and blood stained grey, withered to the bone structure of its skeleton. The bottom of the set, that was once so full, now withered with barely single strands wrinkled and crumpled. They could barely be moved.

The light barely illuminated the set of wings and a dangling head of white battered hair covered what should have been a beautiful, bright smooth face. More noises could be heard now, but these consisted of a crinkling sound. The roped chain around the beauty’s neck rustled as she moved and she felt it loosen. Suddenly it fell, and the beauty’s head shot up. Her eyes that had been glazed over with white now shone a bright blue and the fiery light at the center of the being grew brighter to be shown it was in the palms of her hands. She looked down at this light, dazed and lost in thought. Where am I? What is this light? It seems so familiar to me, yet…. Yet I can not seem to place its reasoning’s.
She moved her hand slightly and the light went out, leaving her in the darkness she once new as familiar! NO! The fluttering of wings sounded and she tried her best to hover over the ground. NO! NO! She kept screaming… no she wasn’t screaming, her mouth was open but no words could be formed! The beauty kept struggling and trying her best to fly but she could not seem to reach her exit. Where is the exit! It is so black! Where has my light gone! WHERE HAS MY LIGHT GONE!
A sudden blast of light filled the empty pit so bright that the beauty could not even see any better then if it were dark again.

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The dark city was quiet as it had always been, and much unprepared for the bright stream of light that shot out of the earth.
The beauty that was once tied down in chains now sat, curled up in a ball in an ally somewhere in a dark city. Her wings laid about her and the bright light now belittled itself to a tiny flicker of what it once started as. What is my name? The thought was now faint and weak, and had appeared to mind after a long period of silence. The beauty knew not who she was.
She need only find her angel name again, and maybe, just maybe her light would flicker once more.
A New Beginning was arising, and it started with the nameless angel…. Gazardiel.

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“For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it."
Ivan Panin

Beauty From Your Pain
*Coming Soon

Aleile angrily wiped the tears from her face. This was so dumb. She was being ridiculous. Her mother had been right; this world had nothing to offer her, nor anyone else. She stood up again, her legs shaking slightly, and she felt the familiar wind dance through her hair and rustle her long black skirt. Her gut felt strange, and she wondered what that feeling had been that had stopped her earlier from jumping. Furious, she shook her head. Why should a stupid feeling hold her back?

Determined more than ever, Aleile stepped her nimble hooves on top of the brick wall. She outspread her arms as if she had wings, and closed her eyes. She was brought back once more to the image of her mother impaled upon the iron fence. Her face was so beautiful, even in death, and her eyes were still their brilliant green color. Aleile wondered for a moment whether she should keep her eyes open or not. She decided to leave them closed, for she didn't want to see this squalid world any longer. Just then, a bright flash of light reached her through closed eyelids. She snapped them open. What in the Great Devil's name was that? Curiously, she looked around and down to the street below, but all she saw were the faint muddy lights of passing cars.

Dismissing it as some strange mind trick, she scooted her hoof closer to the edge, and her heart beat quickened. Once again, that odd bubbling feeling inside her erupted and she angrily yelled at it to stop. Yet each time she came close to jumping off the edge, her insides seemed to eat her away and she began crying again in frustration and pain. It was like some invisible barrier prevented her from taking her own life. Aleile hated it.

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"Singing is like the celebration of oxygen." --Bjork

Nesaluna and Sabriane walked together down the dark city streets, both wearing dark velvet cloaks. They had the hoods pulled far over their faces and the only visible part was their porcelain lips which looked cold in the dim sunlight. Their arms were linked and Nesa's smooth right hand was shining against the harsh black color of Sabriane's cloak. The silver rings on her fingers seemed to reflect the moonlight though the moon was not yet out.

They walked slowly together, simply enjoying the feeling of the other at their side. Suddenly Nesa stopped walking and put her hand on her chest. Sabriane looked at her, his body language showing his concern, if one were able to actually read the stiff body language of an elf. "What is wrong, my Love?" He asked, his voice deep and soothing. Like the subtle heat from the fireplace on a cold winter night.

Nesa took a deep breath and looked at Sabriane, her hand still on her chest. "Can't you feel that? Can't you feel......" Nesa couldn't finish her statement because she wasn't sure what she felt herself. A warm tingling feeling had begun to grow deep in her chest. Nesa didn't know what it was but she knew that it was her feeling and not something felt from someone else.

Suddenly, a bright light blinded Nesa momentarily. She let out a scream and stepped backwards but the light was gone as quickly as it had appeared. Sabriane was going to say something when he heard a similar but louder scream from above them. He looked up to see a small girl standing on the edge of the roof on the building to their right. He paid her little attention and looked back to Nesa. Her hood had fallen off and her black hair fell wildly around her face. "Nesa, Sabriane held Nesa's face between his hand and made her look at him, " Darling, what did you see?"

Her pink eye's glittered with an unexplainable energy, "I saw........I saw.

Faryel quickened his pace up the steps and finally reached the top. Something had pushed him onward, pressing his feet to climb higher, faster. When the light erupted from the earth, he could not see it. Not with his eyes, anyway, but he could feel the glow. He was instantly struck with images of his mother. It felt like she had come home.

Shrugging away these mindless emotions, he burst through the doorway. To his surprise, the figure at the top was not angelic, at least, not in the traditional sense. Yet something was warm about her; passion filled her aura and made it shine. Only then did Faryel realize the young demoness' intentions. He called out to her.

"Can't seem to go through with it?" he asked cautiously, approaching slowly from behind her.

Even then he could feel her pain. He knew there was great anguish inside her, as if many battles were won and lost within her very soul, and this time they were fighting for her life. He dropped his head in complacency.

"Can't seem to go through with it?"

The sudden voice, even as calm as it was, startled Aleile. She drew in a sharp breath and turned around, swaying precariously in the breeze. The man she now faced seemed out of place in this city; otherworldly. He had light, fair hair and aqua eyes, unlike so many others in Tassain who bore dark features.

"Unfortunately." She said so softly that the sound might have just been carried away with the wind. She wondered what brought him up here, to the top of a skyscraper, especially when the view below was one of gloomy displeasure. She continued to examine him with sorrowful crimson eyes and noticed his seemingly impenetrable calm demeanor. She had to say, she had never met one such as him before, and as soon as she had thought that, the burning feeling from within clawed at her very soul and her eyes tightened with pain. Little did she know that feeling that had penetrated within her was the long lost emotion of elation and joy.

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"Singing is like the celebration of oxygen." --Bjork

The angel beauty sat for what seemed like hours in pure silence, no more thoughts, no more rustles of her wings, nothing. She had lulled her head from side to side; her eyes droopy and her actions seemed like that of one drugged and high. She decided it was time to stand up. She had rolled her front on to the mucky pavement and her clammy hands slammed against the stone. Her wings fluttered a bit, causing a great deal of trouble and knocking down a bunch of trash cans, but they helped her balance and she managed to stand after a few times of trying. She looked to both ends of the ally and decided to head to the nearest street.
The angel struggled to the street and started to walk down in the darkness, her wings dragging about the ground. The little light that was held in the palms of her hands still tried it’s best to shine, but it barely made it through. What is my name? It was all she could think. It seemed that her name would hold her existence, her knowledge and memory, even her power she once had! She needed to find someone who knew her name!

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“For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it."
Ivan Panin

Beauty From Your Pain
*Coming Soon

Sabriane had moved Nesa out of the general flow of traffic on street of this busy city. She had be speaking incoherently about how she saw a light that consumed everything and it she could see nothing and yet she could see everything at the same time. Nesa was frantic in her explanations but in the end achieved nothing more than confusing herself more. Sabriane stood before her patiently allowing her to ramble. Finally, Nesa's hands fell limp at her sides and she let out a sigh of frustration. She looked at the ground, having lost hope in her own memory of the experience. Sabriane placed a gentle hand on Nesa's shoulder. She looked up at his face, which was still hidden underneath his hood. She knew he was giving her a loving look despite the shadow of the hood. She smiled at him.

At that moment Sabriane looked towards an alley which let out into the street. As Nesa followed his gaze she saw what he had sensed. A woman, bloody and dirty, with giant white wings was stumbling out of the alley. She looked at the people passing her with a desperate hope but no one noticed her. Her entire body seemed to radiate a white light. Sabriane could barely make out her shape but Nesa saw her clearly. She stared in shock, unable to think or react in anyway.