Angel's of Death (Jump in)

[Rockstardiva]

They came by storm. Screams filled the air and it rained blood upon the world this one day. They killed and kidnapped. The humans fought back but, it didn't work. In 24 hours the planet Earth was destroyed and humans died. There are maybe a few hundred left. Though women are becoming mating slaves, forced to bear those monsters children. Those creatures walk the Earth taking over the human population by billions. Though to one girl, she isn't mad at them. The human race were killing themselves anyway, they just sped it up. They weren't monsters, they were Angels of Death.

Name: Alice White
Age: 16
Looks: Long waist length dirty blonde hair, lightly tanned skin, bright purple eyes, black lips. 5'6, curvy yet athletic build. Immortal beauty.
Race: Human/Angel of Death
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Bright purple eyes glowed with an inhuman light in the dark. Small delicate hands reached around the dark before finally finding the doorknob. With a small push, the door opened silently. Black lips turned into a frown as she saw the damages. She stood upon the rooftop seeing destruction everywhere. She fell to her knees, her white dress getting dirty in the process. She then pulled her knees to her chest crying softly.

[FireBubblez]

Name: Blake Swanye

Age: 14

Looks: Hair the color of snow, bright blue eyes, 4'11, small, delicate, fair white skin.

Race:Human

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Blake looked at the destroyed world around. Tears brimmed her eyes. She hid, afraid these so called 'monsters' would take her, and force her to mate. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs. She hid in a half burned down house. She was afraid. Afraid the dark would swallow her up. Afraid.

[thomas0563]

Name: Safira Whitewing
Age: 15
Looks: Blue-gray-ish hair that falls in curls down to about her shoulder blades, Deep brown eyes almost as brown as the soil that covers the earth. She is about average height and has fair, pale skin.
Race: Human

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Safira's eyes strained in the darkness of her house. Hesitantly, she pushed open the small door of her house and looked around at the devastated land. She quickly closed the door again, refusing to believe that the world had been plunged into such a state of darkness and destruction. She felt the trickle of tears down her cheeks as she realised that this had really happened...

[Crispin]

Name: Dmitry Yevich
Age: 19
Looks: Short black hair, crudely clipped with obviously terrible equipment, rough stubble, toned muscles as a result of hard labor since a young age. Moderately dirty with a slightly dark complexion from plentiful time spent in the harsh elements.
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It had always been Dmitry's personal opinion that the world would perish in a cacophony of nuclear fire, never having had much faith in the abilities of world governments to regulate peace. However he was not even remotely prepared for the situation that now faced him. Taking a brief glimpse around his now-abandoned hovel, Dmitry grabbed his leather jacket and switchblade and unwedged the large plywood board that acted as a door. The utter destruction that lay before him brought him to his knees in silent despair.

[FireBubblez]

Blake pulled her own jacket over her bare arms, and zipped it up. Her black dress was ripped and torn, and her shoes were gone. She slowly stepped outside, still covered in fear. She began searching in the debree, for any survivors.

((Ignore the age in my first post please. I was distracted at the point I created the post. She is SUPPOSED to be 17.))

[Crispin]

Yevich strained his eyes to see in the dim light; he could no longer discern day from night. Slowly stepping forth, he began to look about for any signs of either life or some material good which might help prolong his now horrifyingly lonesome existence. A cold wind whipped through his bones, causing him to shiver and zip his jacket to the neck. Concealed by the entrance to the alleyway he had once called home, he listened intently for any sounds that might indicate danger.

(not a problem, age doesn't seem to be a big deal when most of humanity is dead :])

[FireBubblez]

((Heh.))

Blake sighed, pulling her hood on and dropping to the floor. She hugged her knees to her chest and cried, realising there was really nothing left.

[Crispin]

Through the gloom and the howling wind, Dmitry thought he could faintly hear crying. No... could it be? This was simply his imagination playing tricks. He palmed his blade, just in case, and worked his way along the row of houses, stopping once every block to let out a low whistle. Surely any survivors would recognize this undeniably human sound?

[FireBubblez]

Blake's head shot up as she heard the continuous whistle. She stood up and wiped the tears trailing down her cheeks, black from the soot on her face. She started walking towards the burned houses. "Is s-someone there?" she asked quietly.

[Crispin]

Yevich jumped slightly, startled by the sudden appearance of the delicate girl. He put his fingers to his lips and beckoned to one of the nearby single-room homes. Cautiously stepping inside, he saw the destroyed remains of a typical shack. Everything seemed to have been brutally torn apart or set ablaze, and now all that remained was ruined furniture and piles of junk. Dmitry's foot knocked something across the floor; closer inspection revealed that it was a half full pack of cigarettes. After confirming that the house was clear, he pushed the heavy door closed and blocked it with the burnt-out sofa.
"It should be safer in here."
He lit a cigarette with the zippo from his jacket pocket.