Personality: He is one of the confused souls who have no idea what to do, however he is currently on the bad side, he can be turned because of how flimsy his morals for being bad are. Ballow is a withdrawn person who acts coldly and cruelly (because of the expectations of all other dmeons), but his personality (if you get the chance to know him) is so gentle and loving.
Background: He was recruited for ripping angels and their connections apart by his father, who is a very important demon. Ballow is unsure of everthing - he has no idea who his mother is and he doesn't even know why everyone is always shouldering him coldly away. The truth is his mother was a human waiting to be an angel and he is a corruption to all demons know. Even his father is cold to him and this makes him withdrawn and uncaring.
Other: Up for love. ^^ PM me.
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Hmmm, I think myfreindsavamp said we could start. I think we can?
If we can here I go.
Ballow
Ballow turned to Izzekiel and raised an eyebrow, "You heard about all the wingless angels lately? Apparently there's an abundance of them."
Izzekiel glanced at him emotionlessly, "Yeah, maybe we can rip apart some wannabe angels."
Ballow insides churned slightly at the daunting fact that he was a demon and he would have to torture some people sooner or later.
He let out a small sigh and stared at all the other demons who were giving him and Kyle a wide berth as they walked aorund them.
Ballow had no idea why they always did this, just to him in particular too. Kyle was trying to back away from him too.
Ballow resisted a pout and breathed in a large gasp of air, he then looked to Kyle who had manged to step away a lot. This was going to be it, he would ask Kyle once and for all why everyone shouldered him coldly.
Opening his mouth he began, "Izzekiel, why is everyone so cold to me and just me?"
It wasn't a crime, I stood and looked down, I was on a roof top, I looked around. Why and the heck was I ontop of a building in New York City??? I asked myself. I turned around, and looked down, if I fell, it would be one heck of a fall, or death.
**he doesn't know he's an angel yet.**
Angel
I looked around, I pulled on fresh jeans and looked in the mirror at my newly printed tattoo of angel wings that covered my entire back, I grimanced as I noticed it was still puffy.
**she knows she's an angel**
We're meant to be one
I know we are...
If I am the Sky
Then you are my star... ™
I picked something out of my teeth as I walked down the street. A car behind me exploded. A porsche that some idiot had probably left parked there just to make his mates jealous. So I had no problem blowing it up. To be honest it was the only excitement I got in this place anymore. I hadn't seen any angels for a while now and it was...to put it politely it was annoying me...a lot.
I spat the last bit of fried chicken out of my mouth onto the floor and carried on down the street.
As I trudged through New York I was truly amazed by some of the stupid things these humans did: over there was one trying to open the door to his car without putting down his briefcase, his coffee or his newspaper. It seemed he was the only person who hadn't realised his task was impossible and whilst I wondered what was so special about all of his items that he couldn't put any of them down I happened to glance up and see one of the humans standing on the edge of the roof of a building. Would they jump? I willed them to slip just so I could watch the carnage, but I sensed there would be no needless violence from this encounter so I continued on my way, looking for somewhere to spread my misery and mischief.
*Sorry if too evil but he is like a villain right?*
Age: Was created as an angel to watch and record the events of Noah's life.
Appearance: Human in size shape and colour but tends to shift when angry or by choice
Personality:Hates angels above all else and veiws humans as objects to be used and control for his own pleasure. Mixes well with demons although many distrust him for once being an angel.
History: Cast from Heaven into Hell (for attacking an archangel) has taken on his new powers with reckless abadon.
Other: Uses his true form to maximum advantage. Enjoys his ability to steal the strength of others either angels or his own kind.
After whispering a spell that allowed her to appear as a raven to humans, Maeve watched a human male whisper something suggestive to a human female. The corner of her mouth threatened to curve up when the female showed negative body language. She's not buying his honey-flavored shit, she thought musingly.
Maeve lost all interest in the unsuccessful exchange of the humans when she saw, just beyond them, someone staring directly at her. Someone her saw her for what she was.
(Any demon or angel is welcome to reply.)
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My power flowed from my fingertips and into the dead man's heart. He took a gasp then sat bolt up-right. The old, poor man had been laying on the ground in a dirty alleyway. He had had a heart attack and being that he was alone, I was lucky to find him.
The man clutched at my school uniform and looked straight into my eyes. Even though his hair was matted and his clothes were in tatters, his green, bright eyes seemed stark against his filthy skin.
"My angel." He whispered. I kissed his forehead, took his hands and stood up with him. I then dropped his hands and walked away from the man, deeper into the alleyway.
Got YWS?
You judge others upon their actions, but you judge yourself by your intention.
I will make my character tomorrow.
