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If this is still open...

Umm... is this still closed? Or have any openings come up?
The cosmic battle between all that is good and just, and all that is chaotic and selfish, has been going on throughout our universe since time began. The names of the fighters change- Angels, Bodhisattva, Kami, Demons, Oni- every culture had a name for the combatants, because every town, every city, every country is a battlefield.

The forces of chaos have recently set up shop in the town of Robertsville, Kentucky. Population 15,000. Two factories and three high schools. A couple coal mines. Until three years ago, there was nothing of note here. No, a string of night clubs and a small casino have begun to breathe life into this once dying town. No one really knows who is funding all these new establishments, and not many people really care. A few have seen a tall man in a rich green jacket around the premises at late hours, too well dressed to be either staff or regular patron. Around the same time, people in the local night clubs are starting to disappear. And while the humans are assuming either a rash of young runaways or at worst, a serial killer, the Angels can tell there's something else at work here. A team has just arrived in Robertsville to begin the task of looking for compatible humans to become Guardians to, a symbiotic relationship which will allow the Angels to fight in the physical world, not just the spiritual one.

The Rules:
1.) There will be up to four other people attached to this RP. I would also respectfully request a co-GM as I suck at writing action.
2.) Each writer must write TWO characters- an angel and a human.
3.) Each writer's human must be paired to another writer's angel to interact fully with the human universe.
3a.) Your angel is visible to the human population but is de-powered in the human world unless paired with said human.
4.) Your objective- find the source of the disappearances, the green-eyed demon, and put a stop to them.
5.) (and perhaps most important) Check your religious convictions at the door, please. None of the Angels knows the ultimate origin of life, the universe and everything. They are too far down the command ladder to know if God or the gods is/are real, male or female, or if there's nothing at all. In their minds, they are simply a more powerful, mystical race intent on protecting the physical from the power of the metaphysical.

So... any interest?
I dunno. I'm of the opinion that, since absolutely nothing we're writing will be canon, we should feel free to explore outside CERTAIN boundaries set by our fearless leader/GM. The story canon should be guidelines for our own.

That's what I've got to say about that.

Now I'll just shut up and pet the kitty!
A friendly PSA from Aleranicus to the group:

Amicable breakups are not much more fun than one-sided breakups.

Also, kittens are fuzzy. Pet them often.
Awww boo!

I guess I can be patient til then!
VitaVitaAR said
So I hope that intro for Anette was good. ^^;


Twas excellent ^_^
Christoph's trip in the convoy had been a little different from all the others'. While the armies of the world were used to the sight of female witches on the front lines of combat, the presence of a warlock was another matter entirely. Call it poor luck. Call it excellent camoflage. Or call it plain old bureaucratic sexism. But after disembarking from the plane into the harsh sands of North Africa, Christoph was herded into the soldiers' truck rather than the regular witches. There, he was a common conscript like so many of the others, but he couldn't bring himself to bring up the mistake made by the time he realised he was in the wrong vehicle. After all, they were already underway at top speed to the front. And besides, everyone in the truckbed was easily twice as big as he was, and he didn't want to make them mad just because he was a dumb kid.

The Neuroi attack was also an eye opening experience- one of the aliens' beams grazed the side of the truck and disintigrated a Britannian soldier into dust and ash just before the strike witch destroyed the enemy craft. The rest of the truck ride was very quiet.

It wasn't until the rear hatch was opened and Christoph spilled out the back did it become apparent that the mistake had been made. One of the witches at the main briefing waved him over to the line and Christoph slunk quietly into place, standing straight and at attention for his commanding officer. When the briefing was done, he took a step back and sprinted across the sandy terrain, avoiding the poorly paved roads and making use of his own latent power. Wolf ears and tails sprouted from his skin as he whipped up a sand-devil in his wake before arriving at the tent he would be bunking alone... with- Odilia?

The warlock dropped his satchel pack and glanced at the roster inside the tent, between the two cots. For good measure, he took it down and read the name next to his. Once. Twice. "Wait... I mean... aren't men and women supposed to... sleep separate?"
I am very much interested, but I won't say "Yes" until there's an established conflict to help drive the RP.
You're correct about the age range. Everyone is at the age when they're going to move on in life from youth but still wants to keep the old ties.

Paladin is temporarily approved. If Mars posts or another person expresses interest, I'm good to go.
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