Heaven… Hell… The line between the two, for many of those who were left on Earth, was blurred long ago. It was impossible to tell who was who anymore, if not for the angels’ white, feathery wings and the demons’ dark webbed ones. What did it matter anymore? One year ago, the world was thrown into chaos and disarray when a prejudiced god pulled his direct, morally sound followers to the sky to live in eternal bliss. Some of them would give their souls to become Angels and serve him in any way they could, some would take the blissful route, and none of them were discriminated against for their choice. Only those of the Christian faith (Protestant and Catholic alike) were taken to Heaven so long as they had the proper moral values and lived their lives for Him. There were few exceptions to the rule of Christians; some of the Jewish and Islamic faiths were taken in the Rapture, though the rules were far stricter for them. However, one year later, Earth has reverted to being Pangaea once again and all of the landmasses have moved back together. It astounded geologists that the human race did not feel this change, and it was quickly described as a modern-day Act of God, who had become a proven scientific figure.
War instantly began being waged. First, rifts in the country would burst forth from the earth, and Hellspawn and demons would spew forth to do Satan’s bidding. They were met instantly by a force from the parting clouds to battle, Hell versus Heaven. It was the first of the battles, and it broke out the day after the Rapture. No humans were present, but they know that it happened somewhere in rural Wyoming. The fronts of war were never clear, as Heaven kept to itself and Hell did the same, only fighting on Earth. Those from Heaven would wield spears, swords, and shields while the Hellians held anything they could, their armours were spiked and menacing. The demons outnumbered the Angels, but what the Angels had over the demons were the Virtues, who would actually come to aid in battle, whereas the Seven Vices stayed in Hell, only coming forth when singly challenged by the Virtues.
The risk for fighting when an Angel was that you could die, an Angel, when defeated, released its soul to live in Heaven forever, not allowed to return to battle. Demons, on the other hand, could respawn (however, the lesser minions would merely cease to exist, their bodies disintegrating minutes after defeat and their souls disappearing in a cloud of dust). If a Virtue were to be defeated, then the choosing of a new one would be a long, grueling process, but they still understood their duty to their God, and chose to fight more than the Vices did.
It is said that war will wage for Seven Years before the second coming of the Messiah, who will, in one final, climactic battle, fight the Anti-Christ. The winner is not predestined… And it will decide whether Hell shall reign over Earth for millennia to follow, or if Heaven will be victorious and the planet will become greater than it was once before.
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Summary
Please note that this is not here for those who did not want to read the above, it is for those who are not sure if they are interested or not, and they would like to know the concept behind the Roleplay before reading the longer version above. Basically, war has broken out between Heaven and Hell, on the only neutral territory they have: Earth. In one year, Earth has gone back to being Pangaea, and all of the land has come back together (aside from the ice around the North Pole and Antarctica). Angels and Demons are fighting, and at first they battled only in the fields in rural areas which lacked residents. However, they have begun to desire followers and Hell has taken it upon itself to take control of the major cities. The Seven Vices remain in Hell unless only in the most dire of situations while the Virtues fight alongside their Angelic brethren, tipping the scales for Heaven in those battles. The war will end with a battle between the second Messiah and the Anti-Christ, it is not predestined and the winner shall decide Earth’s fate. Now, if you’re interested, go read the actual Roleplay information.
Rules
-No godmodding, autohitting, blah, blah, blah… This is an Advanced Roleplay, you should know the rules.
-Keep your posts of good quality. I do not care about quantity, but as Advanced players I would hope you can keep up nicely.
-No demons or angels for your bios, please, the idea is that we’re humans caught in the middle of a war they did not sow.
-Have fun! ^w^
CS
Name:
Age:
Sex:
Appearance: (A picture or a very thorough description, this is Advanced after all; if you do a picture, I would still like a small paragraph attached to aide in the description)
Personality: (Not too strict here, keep in mind how absolutely rare it would be to have good moral values after being betrayed by your god because of mistakes you made in life, or because you were overlooked because he was not your god)
Weapon: (Is it special? Keep in mind that a gun is okay, but I will be expecting you to limit your ammo and be responsible for it. However, I advise against the gun, as you will be fighting angels/demons and they will be fighting up close, where a rifle is ineffective; pistols are an okay back-up as well. NOTE: This will be one of the stingiest parts of your bio for me, and I would appreciate knowing where they acquired the weapon (especially if it's a gun), so no Gauss Cannons, please.)
History: (What did they do before the Rapture? Where were they when it happened? I'd like this to take on a bit of a story to it, to really build a foundation for your character and increase opportunities to mold them later)
Other: (Anything else?)
Parameters
Alright, so, I’m not entirely sure yet who is going to win in the battle between the Anti-Christ and the second Christ, but that won’t be important for a long time. We are one year into the war, which will last for seven, and the idea is that in the beginning we will all find one another through means. As the group grows, they will start to make decisions, finding it to be very easy to live as a team, but they cannot stay separate if they find that they work well in a group, so they’ll want a place to go. Without a doubt, it will be dangerous to find anywhere not already run by looters, but it will be the first goal. The rest will be revealed in time, keep in mind, we will be starting in New York City.
Characters
Note: I have no idea what happened to the hiders. <_>
Name: Riley Toro
Age: 27
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Riley has dull gray eyes and dark brown hair, which sticks off of his head in a naturally messy fashion. He wears a lightweight black hoodie over a white t-shirt with a single-strap, black backpack slung diagonally over his body. Covering his feet are a pair of combat boots beneath some forest-green cargo pants. His skin is somewhat pale, like most in the world after the Rapture (the sun is far less powerful than it once was).
Personality: Riley is a thief, which is not an uncommon occupation for those of his status. He isn’t vengeful or hateful, but he also doesn’t feel guilt for stealing, as he knows many of the merchants in the world are gaining profit at the expense of others, scamming them. He has a somewhat cold disposition and tries his best to keep from having too much interaction with other people. The less who know him, the better, he prefers to keep a low profile. More than anything else, Riley hates being out in the open, where all eyes can easily be trained on him, his disdain for being watched is immense. He isn’t a shoot-first, ask questions later kind of guy, but he also isn’t the reciprocal of it; Riley prefers to let things go as what they are without the confusion of getting several perspectives.
Weapon: An M9 Pistol strapped to his ankle from his job before the Rapture and a machete held within a sheath that is attached to his belt. The machete is behind him and the handle slants down slightly, but it is easily accessible as it opens quickly with the press of a button on the side as he pulls the blade out.
History: Riley was a high ranking police officer for the NYPD at the time of the Rapture. In 2012, while everybody else was rising into the heavens, he was already on his way home to prepare for the hellfire and brimstone that were sure to follow with the looters and criminals running free. He didn’t care that he wasn’t chosen to go, he never had any firm beliefs and had accepted long ago that if he was wrong in being open-minded to other beliefs, then he didn’t want to be in a Heaven or Nirvana that held that prejudice. He was sixteen, and had been living in New York on the fateful day of September 11th, 2001, when the towers collapsed, killing thousands. His father, a firefighter, was killed while trying to rescue others. Riley swore he would make a difference too, do something brave with his life. At the moment of the Rapture, Riley was a Lieutenant in the NYPD and was even up for a promotion to Captain (it never came to fruition, obviously).
The world fell into chaos soon after, and he waited in his apartment, living off of what he had for as long as he could before going out into the ravaged world. He had not been a hermit, no, so he knew of the Seven Years War that was being waged, had heard the cultists preaching, the clang of holy weapons as they struck unholy metals. However, it was a whole new world when he stepped outside, three weeks after the Rapture.
The streets were lit by barrels of flame, rioters and looters ran rampant, doing as they wished. Anarchists performed their “art” of graffiti and murder was everywhere, just bodies lying out, unclaimed… It was disgusting what had happened to the human race. At the time, the battles of angels and demons were only held in areas that were low in population, fields and flyover states, wastelands and the like. However, after a year, they have begun to do battle over and within cities, leaving wreckage and death in their path. The angels saved those that they could, created refugee camps, but they only had so many resources. Riley did not partake in the camps, he may have taken food to them sometimes, but he would keep to himself. All he could do anymore to stay alive was steal his food to eat and, each night, find a new place to sleep. Oftentimes, he would go to his apartment, but only if he was near enough and it was clearly safe.
Other: No :3
Name: Elizabeth Parker
Age: 19
Sex: Lots
Appearance:
Elizabeth stands 5’7’’ and weighs around 128lbs. She is curvy, but not overly feminine, having played sports most of her adolescence. Her long blonde hair is the bane of her existence and is thick and silky. It will usually be found twisted into a bun on top of her head. Her smile is picture perfect and she’s quite skilled at making all sorts of useful facial contortions to exude a various array of emotions.
Personality: Lizzy is kind and considerate, or was before the rapture. She’s unsure of who she is now and quite often questions what happened. She’s a bit offstandish at times, which is reasonable given the present situation of having been the only one from her family and church to be left behind.
Weapon: She was trained in basic self-defense and learned to spar against her four brothers that are now gone. She carries a flip blade knife on her person for more aggressive opponents, but she mainly uses a person’s weight and momentum against them.
History: Lizzy was raised in the church as her father was an ordained Methodist minister. She was forced to recite scripture and attend private Christian schools, being raised to take leadership of her own church when the time came. She was sitting in church on a Sunday morning, holding her song book and singing when the rapture came. In the blink of an eye it went from three hundred voices singing, “here I am Lord… take me….” To just her voice.
If anyone was supposed to spend eternity in heaven with the Lord, it was her. She will have analyzed a million times what went wrong to have her remain here as one not chosen and the sins she’d committed will come up empty. Nothing could be more wrong as it is that she still remains.
Perhaps God made a mistake… He made man, right
Name: Matilda Bryan
Age: 25
Sex: Female
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She looks exactly like the picture with only a few changes, her nails have a permanent red tint to them due to dried blood and the fact that well washing is out of the question given the circumstances. Her hair is a dark jet black to match her clothing, which is all black save for a Grey worn looking belt around her waist. The marking under her right eye is the symbol of death in Chinese, but unlike most tattoos this was carved into her skin with a needle prison style leaving it rough and rigid looking. Wrapped around her neck are small black strings that press tightly against her skin causing strained red markings. The last and most disturbing feature she has however is piercings across her lip, ears and tongue that number into the twenties and thirties. Each piercing represents someone she rebirthed (killed) before the war since then she merely carves a number in her skin.
Personality: On the outside she's very open and friendly, being extremely polite to anyone she meets. Just because the world has gone to hell doesn't mean one has to lose their manners after all. When approaching new people she can be a bit of a chameleon depending upon who she's approaching. It can range from the aforementioned open/friendly or a shy/scared little girl approach or a psychotic preacher who spouts out random verses from the bible while laughing hysterically. Peeling away the outside persona she puts on she's a wayward soul who only wishes to help people realize the error of their ways. She truly believes everything she does is for the greater good.
Weapon: Her weaponry is fairly simple and not exactly exotic yet highly effective. She makes use of an array of cutlery and knives that she often has hidden within her garments such as behind her belt or a pocket knife in the upper lip of her boots. In times of desperation she will also make use of her cross. Her fighting style is often very crude and wild if forced into a face to face confrontation which is why she relies on guile and surprise tactics. Catching her opponent off guard is perhaps her greatest weapon of all.
History: Matilda has always been fascinated by death, as a young girl she used to torture small animals. Even watching on as her own mother passed away caused her a great amount of intrigue or even a tinge of pleasure. As she aged her obsession with torture and death only grew and grew, it got to the point that she began torturing small children. The stories their eyes told was greater than any you could ever find within a book. Screams were like the musical scores of a movie. She began to fancy herself as a modern day grim reaper. Her goal was to make her victims see who they truly were before they passed on to the other side to be judged. In her eyes a painful death was the only way to strip away the lies we told ourselves, the only way for us to truly know who we were deep down inside.
When the rapture came she knew full well that she would be left behind to burn with the rest of the damned. Her work was not the work of god after all, he would rather play judge, jury and executioner. With the rapture god showed his true colors as the world turned into a cesspool of senseless violence. Despite the battles of the angels and demons her work continued. Trapping gospel babbling cultists, scared cowards and even the lawless thugs who now ran the globe. The work of a Shepard was never through nor was it ever rewarded.
The time would eventually come where she and humanity as a whole would have to pick a side. The decision between self righteous arrogance or unordered chaos with a dash of slaughter.
Other: She speaks with a lisp.
Name: Cheribim White
Age: 20
Sex: Female
Appearance: She has long black hair she keeps tied up under a blue, dingy baseball cap. Her green/blue colored cornea which make the almond shape of her eyes all the more exotic. She stands at 5'10" and weighs around 145. She has a young face, plump pink lips and olive skin. She has a tattoo of a butterfly on her calf and a necklace of "Gods eye". She inherited a womanly curve from her fathers side of the family which she hides by wearing baggy clothing and a wrap to flatten her breast. When all the clothes are off she looks like a true woman who hasn't been affected by the rapture at all but when clothed, she looks exactly like a boy.
Personality: Cheribim, or Cheri, is a hospitable caring young girl. She always tries to assist people in need because that's what she's supposed to do but in times like these, that can get her in a lot of trouble. But when she is decieved she becomes this vengeful huntress who will stop at nothing to inact her painful torture. She's a solo bird, never group thinking and always looking out for herself. She never use to lie, but now it seems necessary, for any situation.
Weapon: Cheri wields two paper cutter blades that have been sharpened to perfection. She was an intern at a small law firm and she always had to cut the cards so the blades made sense to her. And she has a Ruger P98 which she took from her father who was in the CIA.
History: Cheri grew up in Tokyo, Japan but comes from a Siberian mother and a Jamaican father. Her life was simple, go to school, join Karate club and Bushido, practice ballet and be a lady. Her father and mother were Catholic but Cheri decided to become a Shinto follower because of her immediate surrounding, revoking God and saying it was a way to make people conform. Living in Japan had a sense of individuality and that's what she took on. She did plenty of things that shouldn't have been done at 16, drugs, alcohol and even working as a prostitute for the Yakuza. But her mind changed as she had a near death experience. Her mother and her were in a plane crash as they headed to Russia, Cheri was the only survivor miraculously.
She started to take things seriously, finished school and became a lady her mother would be proud of. She decided that American college would be good for her and so her father took her to New York City and enrolled her into Juliard because of her dancing background. She stayed in America for a year and needed to return home because America was too different from her home. She was at the airport the day the rapture began, her father came to give her a hug and then he vanished.
Other: She pretends to be a boy even when she's flirting with men....
The Vices and Virtues
These will be updated as I create and add the Seven Deadly Sins and Seven Heavenly Virtues. They will not all appear at once, though there may be a point in time where several do.
The Sins are numbered Seven, just as the Virtues, and are the most feared demons in hell. They, just as all demons, spawn after death in Hell after death. Each can make themselves appear as they wish when they are on Earth, so long as it is either their True Form (pictured) or something that was originally Created to live on Earth (animals and humans). They can look how they wish and manipulate whatever they wish, but they lack the ability to control the minds of man. They work on their own to spread evil and wreak havoc, but they also take orders from the Dark Father (Satan) when he speaks.
Wrath wears a dark cloak over his body, but when he is in battle or in Hell, this is his appearance. When he is on Earth, spectating an event, he is in his robe, with glowing red eyes and a scythe over his back. He wields a massive scythe (the image is what he looks like in his robes) and performs the duties of Death, or the Grim Reaper, taker of souls. Time, in Hell, is different from on Earth, so his duties are nearly eternal, but his duties of escorting the dead to Judgment do not interfere with the Seven-Year War. His ability to speak was taken when he was named the Vice of Wrath, it is his curse to bear.
Envy does not wield a weapon aside from his shield and his sight was taken when he took the position of Vice of Envy. It was his curse, for if he cannot see that which he desires, he will be less inclined to covet. However, this plan, of course, has increased all of his other senses to an astounding level. His shield is his only piece of equipment, but it is not to be underestimated, for the edges are sharp and it is made an Obsidian-like rock from Hell which is unbreakable.
Lust wears nothing but a belt when he is not in human form. He wields a whip, wound up in a coil at his hip, hanging from his belt. His voice rings in the mind like nails on a chalkboard, though it is rough and raspy, like sandpaper. His mind is sadistic and he, like Pride, can (so long as he has permission from the Dark Father [Satan] himself) intervene with Wrath's work in order to take very special souls into his own domain. He lives in a cave in Hell, which has no end. It is riddled with chains and devices that are so twisted and confusing that only Lust himself knows what they are for. His curse is that he can grow extremely close to sexual release, but cannot actually... finish. This is both a curse to those living in his domain for eternity and himself, as he grows frustratingly close while at the same time he never has to stop.
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Originally Posted by Carantathraiel
Hahaha, so I'm going to share this.
My husband wont kiss me because I'm sick, right? Despite the fact that I'm not technically contagious anymore. But it bugs me.
So I'm making breakfast (ok, a super late lunch) and he goes to grab the last bottle of cherry limeade, and I tell him 'that's mine'. A small and entertaining argument proceeds, and he sets the bottle down to get cutlery, and I run up and steal the bottle and run back to the stove. When he comes to grab it back, I stick the top in my mouth and he just looks at me like "That is so low."
So now I'm enjoying some Cherry Limeade with my potatoes. C:
Happy Cara is Happy.
It's just me saying there's nothing else... I put other in the bio for those that feel they have miscellaneous information we should know.
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Originally Posted by Carantathraiel
Hahaha, so I'm going to share this.
My husband wont kiss me because I'm sick, right? Despite the fact that I'm not technically contagious anymore. But it bugs me.
So I'm making breakfast (ok, a super late lunch) and he goes to grab the last bottle of cherry limeade, and I tell him 'that's mine'. A small and entertaining argument proceeds, and he sets the bottle down to get cutlery, and I run up and steal the bottle and run back to the stove. When he comes to grab it back, I stick the top in my mouth and he just looks at me like "That is so low."
So now I'm enjoying some Cherry Limeade with my potatoes. C:
Happy Cara is Happy.
Elizabeth stands 5’7’’ and weighs around 128lbs. She is curvy, but not overly feminine, having played sports most of her adolescence. Her long blonde hair is the bane of her existence and is thick and silky. It will usually be found twisted into a bun on top of her head. Her smile is picture perfect and she’s quite skilled at making all sorts of useful facial contortions to exude a various array of emotions.
Personality: Lizzy is kind and considerate, or was before the rapture. She’s unsure of who she is now and quite often questions what happened. She’s a bit offstandish at times, which is reasonable given the present situation of having been the only one from her family and church to be left behind.
Weapon: She was trained in basic self-defense and learned to spar against her four brothers that are now gone. She carries a flip blade knife on her person for more aggressive opponents, but she mainly uses a person’s weight and momentum against them.
History: Lizzy was raised in the church as her father was an ordained Methodist minister. She was forced to recite scripture and attend private Christian schools, being raised to take leadership of her own church when the time came. She was sitting in church on a Sunday morning, holding her song book and singing when the rapture came. In the blink of an eye it went from three hundred voices singing, “here I am Lord… take me….” To just her voice.
If anyone was supposed to spend eternity in heaven with the Lord, it was her. She will have analyzed a million times what went wrong to have her remain here as one not chosen and the sins she’d committed will come up empty. Nothing could be more wrong as it is that she still remains.
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Originally Posted by Carantathraiel
Hahaha, so I'm going to share this.
My husband wont kiss me because I'm sick, right? Despite the fact that I'm not technically contagious anymore. But it bugs me.
So I'm making breakfast (ok, a super late lunch) and he goes to grab the last bottle of cherry limeade, and I tell him 'that's mine'. A small and entertaining argument proceeds, and he sets the bottle down to get cutlery, and I run up and steal the bottle and run back to the stove. When he comes to grab it back, I stick the top in my mouth and he just looks at me like "That is so low."
So now I'm enjoying some Cherry Limeade with my potatoes. C:
Happy Cara is Happy.
I have a character in mind for this, but it may be a while before I get the time to throw him together...
I've spent so long trying desperately to learn how to love. I gaze into her eyes, she's beautiful, my love.
But there is something within me, which forces me to look away, and when I do, I see darkness. I see filth, and depravity, and greed.
I see not the world with all of it's shine, and lost is the love I found in her eyes.
All that remains is hate.
Bookmark for my bio. I'll bust a beauty out once I get time tomorrow. So excited!
Originally Posted by Richard Jeni
If you're on the far left or the far right [of politics], you know what you've done? You've gone too far.
Originally Posted by Kill Bones
Holy shit that's a good one
Everyone else go home Sebas gets a gold star
Starting immediately
Originally Posted by Elendra
I love you
Originally Posted by SebasChan
Originally Posted by CommunistZed
Originally Posted by SebasChan
Originally Posted by Communist Zed
Originally Posted by SebasChan
THE POLICE WILL STOP YOU! ONE DAY MORE! THE NEXT TIME YOU DO THIS TO SOMEONE THEY WON'T STAY QUIET. YOU BETTER WATCH YOURSELF, ZED!
BUT BABY!
I ONLY HAVE EYES FOR YOU!
NO, SERIOUSLY, I RIPPED OUT A HOBO'S EYES FOR YOU.
WHY WON'T YOU LOVE ME BACK?!?! <3
I KNOW ABOUT THAT WHORE YOU HAD OVER LAST NIGHT. YOU DON'T LOVE ME! JUST LEAVE ME BEFORE THE PAIN GETS WORSE. JUST. LEAVE. AND PUT THE HOBO BACK WHERE YOU FOUND IT. I ALREADY TOLD YOU THAT YOU CAN'T TAKE PETS HOME AFTER THE ROADKILL INCIDENT.
I DO LOVE YOU!
THAT WHORE WAS GIVING ME THE MONEY SHE EARNED THIS WEEK.
TAKE ME BACK, PLEASE BABY.
NO MEANS NO, WHETHER IT'S IN THE BEDROOM OR OUT ON THE TOWN. SHE WAS IN OUR HOUSE. I SAID YOU COULDN'T TAKE WORK HOME. PACK UP AND LEAVE, DAMMIT.
Oh fuck who am I kidding, I could never kick you out. Ily2bby
Originally Posted by The Australian
I don't know if you're a female or a male, but, what the hell
<333 <All the hearts.
Originally Posted by The Australian via VMs
I prefer the 'SebasChan likes metal dildos' explanation better
Originally Posted by KuroTenshi
Hang on a sec I need to fangirl over Sebastion
and now I'm done
Originally Posted by Christiefries
It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.
Originally Posted by Rose Swan
THERE ARE NERDFIGHTERS IN THIS THREAD OMG SEBASCHAN AND CHRISTIE YOU TWO ARE MY NEW FAVORITES *DRAGS YOU INTO A RABBIT HOLE*
Originally Posted by Guru
I love you.
Just saying.
#NerdfightersAlltheWay!
Oh and that picture is adorable.
Nerdfighters
The Australian
Christiefries
Guru
iATEaSEAmonster
TP
Rose Swan
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Originally Posted by Carantathraiel
Hahaha, so I'm going to share this.
My husband wont kiss me because I'm sick, right? Despite the fact that I'm not technically contagious anymore. But it bugs me.
So I'm making breakfast (ok, a super late lunch) and he goes to grab the last bottle of cherry limeade, and I tell him 'that's mine'. A small and entertaining argument proceeds, and he sets the bottle down to get cutlery, and I run up and steal the bottle and run back to the stove. When he comes to grab it back, I stick the top in my mouth and he just looks at me like "That is so low."
So now I'm enjoying some Cherry Limeade with my potatoes. C:
Happy Cara is Happy.
(( I went pretty dark with mine so let me know if I need to reel it back in a bit. Figured it would be nice to have a character who could be redeemed in a sense.))
Name: Matilda Bryan Age: 25 Sex: Female
Appearance:
She looks exactly like the picture with only a few changes, her nails have a permanent red tint to them due to dried blood and the fact that well washing is out of the question given the circumstances. Her hair is a dark jet black to match her clothing, which is all black save for a Grey worn looking belt around her waist. The marking under her right eye is the symbol of death in Chinese, but unlike most tattoos this was carved into her skin with a needle prison style leaving it rough and rigid looking. Wrapped around her neck are small black strings that press tightly against her skin causing strained red markings. The last and most disturbing feature she has however is piercings across her lip, ears and tongue that number into the twenties and thirties. Each piercing represents someone she rebirthed (killed) before the war since then she merely carves a number in her skin.
Personality: On the outside she's very open and friendly, being extremely polite to anyone she meets. Just because the world has gone to hell doesn't mean one has to lose their manners after all. When approaching new people she can be a bit of a chameleon depending upon who she's approaching. It can range from the aforementioned open/friendly or a shy/scared little girl approach or a psychotic preacher who spouts out random verses from the bible while laughing hysterically. Peeling away the outside persona she puts on she's a wayward soul who only wishes to help people realize the error of their ways. She truly believes everything she does is for the greater good.
Weapon: Her weaponry is fairly simple and not exactly exotic yet highly effective. She makes use of an array of cutlery and knives that she often has hidden within her garments such as behind her belt or a pocket knife in the upper lip of her boots. In times of desperation she will also make use of her cross. Her fighting style is often very crude and wild if forced into a face to face confrontation which is why she relies on guile and surprise tactics. Catching her opponent off guard is perhaps her greatest weapon of all.
History: Matilda has always been fascinated by death, as a young girl she used to torture small animals. Even watching on as her own mother passed away caused her a great amount of intrigue or even a tinge of pleasure. As she aged her obsession with torture and death only grew and grew, it got to the point that she began torturing small children. The stories their eyes told was greater than any you could ever find within a book. Screams were like the musical scores of a movie. She began to fancy herself as a modern day grim reaper. Her goal was to make her victims see who they truly were before they passed on to the other side to be judged. In her eyes a painful death was the only way to strip away the lies we told ourselves, the only way for us to truly know who we were deep down inside.
When the rapture came she knew full well that she would be left behind to burn with the rest of the damned. Her work was not the work of god after all, he would rather play judge, jury and executioner. With the rapture god showed his true colors as the world turned into a cesspool of senseless violence. Despite the battles of the angels and demons her work continued. Trapping gospel babbling cultists, scared cowards and even the lawless thugs who now ran the globe. The work of a Shepard was never through nor was it ever rewarded.
The time would eventually come where she and humanity as a whole would have to pick a side. The decision between self righteous arrogance or unordered chaos with a dash of slaughter.
Other: She speaks with a lisp.
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Originally Posted by Carantathraiel
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They will not all appear at once, though there may be a point in time where several do.
can't wait guys!
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