One on One with Psychic_Pineapples

Okay! Yay fallen angel rp! X) So I don't actually have a plot, if you have on that'd be great, if not we can just wing it.

Black's Bios:
Name: Sarkarius Vim
Gender: male
Race: Fallen Angel
Age: Human appearance: 20 Real age: 200
Personality: Kind like most angels, a strong sense of compassion and sympathy, though he tends to be easily enraged or acting out sharply for ten minutes or so before it magically disappears as if nothing had ever happened.

Name: Tom Phillips
Age: 18
Gender:M
Race:Human
Personality: Calm, collected, rather cold hearted most of the time unhappy with his life since his father devorced his mother.
Other: has a tattoo on his left eyelid saying Goth

Pineapples Bios:

Name: Paul Holt
Age: Looks 17, is actually 27
Gender: Male
Race: Fallen Angel
Personality: He is ambitious and hard-working, and he wants to be appreciated for it. He's highly social and enjoys the company of others. Things come easy to him, so sometimes he expects others to keep up at the same pace as him, even if they don't need to. He's quite the people-pleaser, sometimes to a fault. He is very down to earth, practical, and has a very high energy expenditure.
History: Had only died ten years ago in a car accident, and lived in London, England while he was alive.
Other Information: Has an English accent, and is excited to actually be a fallen, he didn't think his time on Earth had been long enough.

Name: Crystal Kelch
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Personality: She is an outgoing and self-confident woman, usually talkative and at ease in others' company. Depending on the case, some people may find her highly likable while others may find her a bit annoying. Her merits tend to be honesty, directness and loyalty, and her weaknesses probably explosiveness and lack of tact. She likes what she likes, and will stand little of what disgusts her.
Other Information: Her parents were killed in a car accident ten years ago in London (sorry, trying to add connections for characters incase if the plot slows down XD) and she lives with a foster family in London. She could never leave after her parents had been killed even though they had lived in New York before.

Ooc: Ma bio:


Name: Sarkarius Vim
Gender: male
Race: Fallen Angel
Age: Human appearance: 20 Real age: 200
Personality: Kind like most angels, a strong sense of compassion and sympathy, though he tends to be easily enraged or acting out sharply for ten minutes or so before it magically disappears as if nothing had ever happened.

ooc: haha I don't really have a plot either, so winging it might be good. I'll make two charries, a human and a fallen angel.

Ooc: sounds good. ^_^ I'm starting to get a plot though... tell me what ya think.

Its a bit of a whole fallen and trying to get back up again plot. But basically there's fallen angels, and they latch onto people in an attempt to regain their status as proper angels. To do that they'd need to 'fix' the persons life, or make it flawless or whatever. Sound good? i could try to think up another.

ooc: sounds cool! ^^ bios up in a sec too by the way

Ooc: yeah, I'll need a human to make it work though. So ma second bios coming up!

Spoiler:

Name: Paul Holt
Age: Looks 17, is actually 27
Gender: Male
Race: Fallen Angel
Personality: He is ambitious and hard-working, and he wants to be appreciated for it. He's highly social and enjoys the company of others. Things come easy to him, so sometimes he expects others to keep up at the same pace as him, even if they don't need to. He's quite the people-pleaser, sometimes to a fault. He is very down to earth, practical, and has a very high energy expenditure.
History: Had only died ten years ago in a car accident, and lived in London, England while he was alive.
Other Information: Has an English accent, and is excited to actually be a fallen, he didn't think his time on Earth had been long enough.

Spoiler:

Name: Crystal Kelch
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Personality: She is an outgoing and self-confident woman, usually talkative and at ease in others' company. Depending on the case, some people may find her highly likable while others may find her a bit annoying. Her merits tend to be honesty, directness and loyalty, and her weaknesses probably explosiveness and lack of tact. She likes what she likes, and will stand little of what disgusts her.
Other Information: Her parents were killed in a car accident ten years ago in London (sorry, trying to add connections for characters incase if the plot slows down XD) and she lives with a foster family in London. She could never leave after her parents had been killed even though they had lived in New York before.

Name: Tom Phillips
Age: 18
Gender:M
Race:Human
Personality: Calm, collected, rather cold hearted most of the time unhappy with his life since his father devorced his mother.
Other: has a tattoo on his left eyelid saying Goth

Ooc: okay, ^_^ sooo few rules to clear up to make this more interesting. No people other than those possesing them can see fallen angels, two people with fallen angels can see each others angels. ^_^ okays. Will you start? Or I?

ooc: okay I'm cool with that, and mind if you start so I can get an idea of what's going on? And do you want our angels to follow our own charries or should we swap?

Ooc: yeah, I was pondering that. Whatever you think is best, I'm good with either. ^_^

Ooc: I'm thinking swap just for development sake, but that's just me XD

Ooc: no I agree. It may be best to keep the rp in flow.

ooc: so do you want to start or shall I?

Ooc: you said you'd be more comfortable if I started, and I can understand that. ^_^ So if you want, I will start.

Ooc: okay cool, well if that's cool with you XD

Ooc: totally fine. ^_^ I don't want you to be stuck or under pressure or anything.... So intro up in a sec...

Ooc: okay thanks! Lol

It was a beautiful day on earth. There was a light blue, cloudless sky, lit up with a glorious sun of flame. Below the sky was a town, big, tall buildings reached up to the sky, glistening under the sun's light. People of the world walked calmly, focused on their day, their every day lives. But as ordinary as this day was, it was in fact a tragedy. For under the blind eye of people, the sky cracked, a blinding light then a tumbling mass of wings and limbs plummeted from the sky. It was an angel, unviewable to the human world without first attaching himself to a life force. The angel was beautiful, as they all were, beautiful white wings, a pair jutting from his shoulders and another pair from his back. His hair was blond, short, yet long enough to partially cover his eyes. His eyes, though at the moment were closed, were a beautiful blue. He wasn't wearing many clothes for the most part, tattered robes turned into ribbons that clung to his body as he fell.
It was a long drop, and yet, though he was travelling past the speed of sound, everything seemed slowed, focused on the pure being that was now banished from his own world, and impure thing that fell from the very sky itself. As the world zoomed towards him, his eyes remained closed, he fell limply. Then suddenly, a second before he hit the ground, the eyes opened slightly, there was another flash of blinding white light, and a dull thud....

The body lay unmoving on the ground for days on end. People walked by without a glance it's way, unable to see him. After the fifth day however, the eyes opened. Stiffly, then arms attempted to lift him, and he managed to get into a sitting position. Then tiredly he looked around, he was not confused, he knew exactly where he was and how he got there. His wings were battered, but not broken, though they were tainted a black instead of the brilliant white they'd been while he fell. Slowly, he stood, looking around in a dopey way, before slowly wandering off, down the street, still unviewable by all of mankind. If he wanted to get back home, he knew he needed to prove himself worthy, he needed to find a broken life, and make it pure again, it was only a matter of finding the right person...
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Tom groaned as he wandered down his street, a knapsack over one shoulder a textbook in his other free hand. His eyes were droopy, coated with the same dislike of life he always had. He had a personality of someone who looked down upon the world, over sophisticated. He wandered inside his home, ignoring his cheery mother as she greeted him, walking up the stairs to his room without a noise. He slammed his book down on the table, let his backpack drop carelessly to the floor, then lay on his back, on the bed, on leg hanging off the side. He was casually dressed, a black shirt, dark wash jeans, white socks, black hair, and a self done tattoo on his eye saying Goth. He loved the world, the only thing he did love at the moment. He sighed a permafrown on his face as he stared at the ceiling.

Ooc: nice intro! Unfortunately my itouch is gonna die any second now, so let me charge it for like 10 minutes and then I'll post my intro up XD

Ooc: sure sure. ^_^

Ooc: okay it's alive enough now to type something up, thanks for waiting! XD

bic:
A few days after the angel had fallen, another soon followed. A small blinding light from the cloudy sky cracked to unseeing humans. Another male angel, limp, fell through the sky. His wings shown brightly as they rippled through the wind. His sandy hair waved down and his widely open eyes glowed with fright as he fell. He watched as the ground came closer and closer, his eyes quickly closing as the thud came. A couple days that followed he had only so much as sat up, looking around at the humans that couldn't see him. His glow had faded, wings turned from a bright White to having a crimson red tint. He slowly was able to stand, looking around as it drizzled in the city. He smiled being back on earth, he knew he had been banned from heaven, but he had missed his life. He looked down at his robes, unhappy with them. He snapped his finger and his clothes changed to more human-like ones. He was happy that at least they let him keep some of his powers.

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ooc: man my itouch is dying again. I'll put up my other intro when I let it charge again, sorry about that.

Ooc: ^_^ aw it's fine. I shall wait! *dramatic goodbye*

Ooc: okay now that I have a free moment and my itouch is finally charged, my second intro! XD thanks for waiting!

Bic:
A young girl of fifteen walked down the street, bookbag in hand and still in a school uniform. She stared at the ground, taking as long as she could to get back to her foster house. She had been living there for what? Ten years now? She sighed wishing that she could just go home even though she knew that this was supposidly(sp?) her home where she stayed now. She had never gotten used to her parents being dead, not getting to live in New York anymore, and feeling so different. She didn't fit into the London culture and she knew it. She glanced up seeing the rather small house squished among others, and walked up to the front door. It was the only door painted bright White in the neighborhood. She, instead of going inside, sat down in front of the porch, setting her bag down and undoing her tie. She rested her head on hand watching as few people walked by wishing that she had lives like them, ones that weren't so dramatic and uneventful. She would do anything for a life like that.

Ooc: no problem lol X)
bic;

The angel's name was Sarkarious Vim, he had no mother, no father, seeing as how he was an angel, and therefore was never human. He was pure, or at least, used to be. He wandered, somewhat aimlessly through town. He had no idea where on earth he was, the names on the streets had no meaning to him as he wandered in search of a troubled soul, and as if god had taken pity on him, he saw her. She was young, pretty, but most definitely troubled, he could tell due to the dark, almost fog-like shadows she had lurking around her. Every other person had them, but they were pale gray, not black and looming as her's. He followed after her, almost as if he were drawn in like a magnet. He sighed, a low relieved sound, making the replica clothes of a boy around his size. The boy that ran by, of course, still had his clothes, the angel just needed to have something to copy. He was unused to human life, oblivious. His robes, being no longer used, fell from him in a limp heap to the ground, and he walked after her, fully dressed in almost Gothic clothes. He had no idea of their meaning, or tags. Just that they were clothes, and everyone was wearing them. He followed after her, closely, walking a step behind her, practically breathing down her neck, then, with an almost soft sigh-like noise, he breathed in a sample of the dark fog around her. She could not see it of course, it was an angel thing, but in doing this, he become a substance on earth, in which she alone could see, unless of course, there was another fallen angel barer. He continued to walk right behind her, one step behind, the same soft smile on his face as he followed her around.
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Tom stared at the ceiling for about half an hour, then glared back at his math books. His parents would kill him if he came home with another set of Is on his report cards. He frowned, then sat up with a loud frustrated grown, ripping his math text off the floor and flipping through the pages. He really didn't want to do this. It was boring, and he saw no point. He grumbled as he read over the equation instructions.