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Power Rangers MXF 1x1 anyone?
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New Wow expansion is out, expect posting to be slower this week XD
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Jason David Frank, my first ever childhood crush. I will miss you. Such an inspiration to so many of us 90s kids. </3
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You don't eat, Lord Wraith???

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~Angel Vicky~



Been a member of the old Roleplayer Guild since 2012 - I tend to do more Advanced. My favourite lore is Angelic (you probably couldnt tell by my name!), medieval, Ancient Rome/Greece/Egypt and Norse mythology. My fave writing genre is sci-fi and fantasy but I like drama, comedy, suspense and angst with a bit of romance thrown in!

I tend to do only 1x1 rps nowadays as they are less chaotic with less people, as they say "too many cooks around the pot". Here is my current interest check.

My Hobbies include: roleplaying (obviously!), astronomy, writing poetry, dance electronica music and raving, pets, video gaming, cosplaying.

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Val nodded to Aidan. It was all a bit fishy for damned sure. "Could be a trap?" She suggested with a concerned tone. She always had an air of caution rather than going in all guns blazing. The huts seemed real too. But could there be such a thing as innocent civilians on a planet that just popped out of nowhere. Of course, scientifically this was all impossible.

"How 'bout I go out there first. I can be a decoy, if anything happens to me I know you've got my back." She suggested a plan of action that did not immediately place both of them in the same trap. It did make sense, but at the same time, she showed real courage to allow herself to be used as bait. Also, the woman taking the risk in this day and age was not seen as un-chivalrous for the man not to do it instead. Times had changed in human society. Women were not viewed as the weaker sex anymore.

"Partner." She added with a wink and a rare smile. The excitement and thrill of it all was making her heart pump and adrenaline surge. It brought out the true Valentisha Vivier.
Added some specific canon parings in the Fandom section and some particular cravings in *bolded.
"They must have got here just before us?" Varia commented as another knock came at the door. "Maybe they saw us arrive."

"You gonna let us in or what!"

Varia sighs and looked at Drake. "Sarge do we let them in?"
Sorry been a busy week. Hope you like my intro! :)
Realm of Heaven

The realm of Heaven, which some may call Valhalla. A realm of pure light. Time flowed so slowly here compared to the rest of the universe that mere mortals last only a fraction of a second. What was this realm really? A series of string theory universes stacked against one another or simply an unknown force in this cosmos? No human would ever really know. And they were not meant to know. For they were graced with ignorant bliss. While those who knew the truth were all the more susceptible to corruption. And that's where demons and vampires comes into it. Those who were not strong enough to handle the truth, found comfort in darkness.

A lone Angel sits atop a high spire. Her long wavy locks furrowing in the wind against a blood red sky. There was no sun yet there was a sunset like feel to this sky. Day and night should not exist here and yet somehow the concept of “time” flowing made it easier to hope for a new and brighter tomorrow. Or so Variel thought. She was often seen alone with her own thoughts. She would sing out to the world, hoping that her songs of light would reach the ears of those who need it most.

And today was no different. But she felt the encroaching darkness closing in all around her. Tensions were high. Especially between Michael and Raphael. Variel sighed and gazed the orange skyline. “Oh Gabriel...Heaven is such a mess without your presence.”

Then she heard her voice being called to. She recognised the voice and stood to her feet, delicately balancing herself on a very narrow perch. Her brilliant wings sprout forth and she stepped off the ledge, letting herself glide down toward the voice she heard.

She landed with graceful elegance and stood in front of a male Angel with long black slick hair to his waist, partially tied back. Her friend Azrael. Azrael was Michael's right hand. So it must have been important for him to speak with the Left Hand of Raphael.

“Azrael. Does Michael know you are here...?” She could see concern written on his face and the two were apparently ordered to stay away from each other. Azrael spoke with a low pitched voice. “Variel. We need you to go to the realm of mortals. You are our fastest messenger.”

Variel blinked at him with widened eyes. “But I have never even been to the Earth.” She felt scared to do this but she knew she had to. Heaven had ordered it.

“I have faith in you.” The taller male smiled warmly down at her. Her blue eyes sparkled brightly up at him. She trusted in his judgement and she relented, eventually nodding in acceptance of this task. “I am sending you to learn more about a particular mortal - Roze Singer. Somehow she was resurrected with Dean Winchester, this event was not supposed to happen and it may be the key to this chaos. I need you to investigate this timeline alteration. Good luck Variel.”

And with that, she placed her hand to her chest and bowed. Azrael wavered his hand in front of her and she vanished from Heaven.

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On Earth. Present Day.

A certain car was parked in a motel car park, Roze's car more specifically. As Roze murmoured "This had better be worth my time." a flash of light appears in the back seat of her car. And there Variel sat. A bright blue-eyed Angel with a distinct aura of tranquility about her, with her wings suppressed inside of her physical body, but still wearing her long elegant dress of white. As if she were a Medieval Princess from time of old. She certainly looked out of place.

Variel looked around the back of the car. She regarded the young mortal with a kind expression. “Are you Roze?” She simply asked with a pleasant tone as if it were completely normal to just randomly pop into people's cars.
@Nyther Hi just wondering if you're still interested thank you. If not, not a prob. ^^
Varia goes to the door to put her ear up against it. She couldn't hear anything. Was anything out there? She couldnt tell. But the cameras wer now useless against the invisible one.

Suddenly there was a bang against the door and she screamed thinking it was going to be an alien but it was a group of people on the other side. "Let us in!" It was some PMCs sent in by Wey-Yu. On a completely different order and separate to them. The Sarge was not going to like this one bit. Now he would have to butt heads with whoever was in charge of their squadron for supreme leadership over the groups here.

But Varia looked back at Drake to await his order to let them in. She wasnt going to jsut trust anyone's words.

“You either die the hero or you live long enough to become the villain.” - The Dark Knight Rises.


As Valkyrie's body softly hit the snow, her long dark brown curls contrasted against the white canvas behind, she felt her body shut down. Weakened physically and now mentally. She could only watch on helplessly as Hulk launched himself into the atmosphere. Her vision became blurred as the Quinjet came into view. An exhausted exhale escaped her rosy lips in the form of a sigh. Feeling the cold underneath her body as she lay in stillness. Just what was her purpose here anyway? She had been sent these powers by the Gods to help people. And those she tried to help, did not want it.

First there was Victor von Doom. He could care less if she were to help him or not. And then there was Loki. Whom she recognised, it was more than a coincidence that he showed up, so he must be the real deal. And from what she knew of him, he wasn't a very nice person either. He had betrayed her in the past and would probably do so again. And now Hulk. He made it perfectly clear she was not welcome. It was getting an all too familiar feeling.

Was there nobody at all out there who would be happy to see Victoria Parrington or even Sigyn? Captain America was god knows where, Tony and Pepper had no time for her and you know what they say about 'three's a crowd'. And she didn't even know about her step-cousin, Thor, even existing at all. And she never had the chance to bond with Tarene. She drifted into a deep sleep thinking only that this was going to be the way she was going to die. Cold and alone. Just like she had done so before this new mortal life.

The Quinjet touched down a few meters away and Maria Hill came running out to Val's side. She checked her bloodied neck for a pulse. She was still alive. Maria called over the other two agents to help her move the Asgardian female to the jet and take her to the medical bay aboard the Heli-carrier. Victoria's body had healed over but the energy it took to do so had its toll on her soul.

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Hours Later...

Valkyrie slowly opened her eyes to a bright light that dimmed eventually to reveal a white-out ceiling. She leaned up slowly and held her forehead, feeling a little light headed. Once her composure was gained, she gazed her surroundings to find she was back at SHIELD HQ in their medical bay. She sighed as she had hoped to wake up somewhere else. She began to feel trapped here. She wanted to wake up as someone else entirely. She was getting tired of being tossed to the sidelines like she were scraps for the dogs.

And then she had a visitor at her door. She looked over when she felt a strange presence enter. She laid eyes on the emerald clad blonde who she had seen before at the Parrington charity ball. Amora.

“You...” Valkyrie gritted her teeth in resentment at what she did to her parent's home and the fact she tried to kill her.

“I come in peace!” Amora held up her hands. Sigyn had always been a soft touch on giving people second chances and hearing them out. It was any wonder how she had gotten inside the HQ without SHIELD even knowing. But she was never really there. She was using a projection like her former Master Loki could do. And Valkyrie had figured that, so attacking an apparition that only she could see would do no good. So she regarded Amora with annoyance.

Was this all the friends she had right now? The only one who wanted to speak with her, or wanted her help specifically in this case, was an old enemy from the past. How the tides had turned.

Amora walked over slowly to the brunette and sat on the edge of the bed. “So. Sigyn. Have you remembered more about yourself?”

“I'm not Sigyn anymore..” Victoria glared at the blonde.

“Ah but to me, you will always be sweet little Sigyn.” Amora smiled. “I apologise for my...rashness earlier. It wasn't really meant for you. I got so blinded by hatred for that weasel Loki that I took it out on you too. I must remember that you were always a good friend to me in Asgard. You listened to my woes, fought by my side and made me laugh.”

Victoria's glare softened into a melancholy daze. In this state, she was easily manipulated. And that was Amora's chance to strike, an attempt at getting to the very formidable Valkyrie before SHIELD could. “I'm putting together a little team. Ladies only. Aren't you just sick of being let down by the men in your life?” Valkyrie certainly knew that all too well. She had her attention as she listened. Amora's grin grew darker by the second. “We could travel the stars, putting the wrongs that men have caused, to right. Restore order where there is none. It will be a fun adventure, just us girls. We can't trust the opposite sex to do right by us.” The Enchantress was certainly painting a pretty picture for the Goddess of Fidelity.

Valkyrie blinked at Amora, who then smiled warmly at her old friend. “Think about it...” She put a hand on her hand gently, it felt like a gentle feather as she only felt her soul essence. And then in a flash Amora was gone. Of course Amora only wanted the strongest females to turn them into femme fatales so that they could go around dominating males into submission. But Victoria was nothing like that. She didn't HATE men. But, she was so lonely that Amora's offer seemed awfully tempting. She turned her head to view the outside world, something she used to do with joy but all she felt inside was...numb.

A chance to travel the cosmos. A chance to have a companion. Someone who actually wanted her by their side. A small smile began to form on her face. She remembered laughing and joking with Amora in Asgard as Sigyn. Now only a former shell of that Asgardian beauty. She just couldn't remember her last fateful days, dying at the hand of the God Ares whilst protecting Gaia and the children imminently before the Ragnarok. Ares was one who had taken complete advantage of that event. The memories were just too painful that her mind had forcefully blocked it out.

Could this be the beginning of an exciting new adventure? She really did wonder. But soon the news would reach her about Tony. And Amora may lose her opportunity after all.

I'll protect with my life...
Struggling for what to write next here. What way do you want to take this story?
Val swipes her bladed gun downward horizontally across her chest, slicing through the forest shrubbery with ease. She kept her guard up, she didn't know what they may find there. Carefully she placed each foot down with precision. She glanced down at her footsteps and back up to in front of her again. Her ice blue eyes piercing in their resolve as always. They grew closer to the humanoid activity.

"So, what are your thoughts on this place? Real or not?" She asked as it sure felt real enough to the touch. But chaos worked in mysterious ways.
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