War of the Elementals[ROLE PLAY GAME - 9 SPOTS]

[Elsworth]

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A man in a robe said to another, "He shall pay for what he has done." The one in the yellow robe nodded.

"Right, Ares." Yellow Robe smiled.

"Correct, Joshua."

The two laughed as a spark of fire and lightning whisked their hands. The people had killed their creator.

It was time for them to kill the creation.

[Kushiel]

Username: Kushiel

Name: Kushiel Vereuille

Element: Air

Gender: Male

Race: Angel

Appearance: Kushiel is a tall and slender being. He stands at about 6' 0" and weights near 160 pounds. He has long, flowing silver hair that caresses his angular face. His nose has been described as aristocratic and his eyes are a very pale blue, almost gray. His eyes are considered by most as cold and when he glares at you some claim that he's looking at your soul and all of your faults. Kushiel dresses in fitting black clothing, that make his already pale face extremely noticeable. His breeches and long-sleeved shirt cannot be considered completely black. They have stripes of dark grey, black, and a light grey. They seem to blend together and are used for sneaking around at night. He wears one piece of jewelry, an amulet. The amulet's origins are unknown.

Personality: Kushiel is an uptight and generally a perfectionist. These tendencies generally get in the way of any meaningful relationships and sometimes his work. Some, though, coveted his perfectionistic tendencies and that's why they hired him. Kushiel was an assassin who gave up the job due to moral problems. He found little justification in doing the work of petty officials and such so he just stopped. He had collected a fair amount of money along the way, though. Much of this he has donated to charities to combat the mental and moral anguish from killing people whom he wasn't sure were deserving.

Weapon of Choice: A pair of daggers forged from the steel from his, now dead, enemies blades. The blades are nearly perfect in every respect except that the hilt's have a small crack. The daggers edges are kept sharp and honed every day, as well as polished.

State of the U.S.A. : Ohio

Other: FFFGG

[Lord Arumen]

Dameon walked out of the changing room, having changed into the armor.

"How do I look?" Dameon asked Seely

"Ready to kill demons."

Dameon looked down at his feet.

"We have captured another elementalist."

"hmm?"

"Kabob."

"like the food? never heard of him."

"Ill take you to him."

[Demonhero]

Dan looked out the window of the plane. He saw the lights of the military depot coming up ahead, and he went out back to strap on a parachute.
"I'll be jumping out to get started on those soldiers. You guys find somewhere to land and then move in to back me up." With that, he opened the back of the transport plane and jumped out.

[Elsworth]

Username: Kushiel

Name: Kushiel Vereuille

Element: Air

Gender: Male

Race: Angel

Appearance: Kushiel is a tall and slender being. He stands at about 6' 0" and weights near 160 pounds. He has long, flowing silver hair that caresses his angular face. His nose has been described as aristocratic and his eyes are a very pale blue, almost gray. His eyes are considered by most as cold and when he glares at you some claim that he's looking at your soul and all of your faults. Kushiel dresses in fitting black clothing, that make his already pale face extremely noticeable. His breeches and long-sleeved shirt cannot be considered completely black. They have stripes of dark grey, black, and a light grey. They seem to blend together and are used for sneaking around at night. He wears one piece of jewelry, an amulet. The amulet's origins are unknown.

Personality: Kushiel is an uptight and generally a perfectionist. These tendencies generally get in the way of any meaningful relationships and sometimes his work. Some, though, coveted his perfectionistic tendencies and that's why they hired him. Kushiel was an assassin who gave up the job due to moral problems. He found little justification in doing the work of petty officials and such so he just stopped. He had collected a fair amount of money along the way, though. Much of this he has donated to charities to combat the mental and moral anguish from killing people whom he wasn't sure were deserving.

Weapon of Choice: A pair of daggers forged from the steel from his, now dead, enemies blades. The blades are nearly perfect in every respect except that the hilt's have a small crack. The daggers edges are kept sharp and honed every day, as well as polished.

State of the U.S.A. : Ohio

Other: FFFGG

((Sorry, we're too far in. But you can sign up for the sequel.

[Demonhero]

As Dan plummeted towards the ground, he thought of a brilliant idea.
He engulfed himself in flames, and as he drew nearer to the ground, pulled the chute. He remained curled in ball form drifting towards the ground. Hopefully, they would think it a weather balloon or something.

"Whats that? Should I shoot it down?"
"No, it might be government property. Let it touch down and we'll go check it out."

He landed just outside the fence, and cut the lines on his chute, quickly leaving the immediate area. He waited for the guards to come inspect the object.
When they did, they stood with there backs to him. He plunged one dagger into the base of each skull, killing them instantly, and soundlessly.

"So it begins." And he went towards the gate.

[Lord Arumen]

A voice went over the communication network

"We have just lost units 667 and 445 to an unidentified object."

"Show time kid."

Dameon was lead to the front door and walked outside, his new white armor glistening in the sun.

"What are you doing kid? armor up!"

Dameon turned and looked at Seely, then understood. Pulling iron from the ground, Dameons body became incased in it with a dirt underlayer to prevent overheating. It felt good- powerful- to be protected by the earth. He could see through the iron covering his face, and he stormed towards the gate.

[Milonius]

((Mind if I eventually get psychic powers? My explanation is that my long sleep was actually a short coma and gained another power. I was thinking the powers could include being able to get into people's heads to make them go crazy/help me, read their thoughts, et cetera. Basically I want telepathy and telekinesis.))

Milo was still in the plane when he woke up, he had been carried by another person and put in it. He woke up with an intense headache. In his head, he heard a voice saying something about engulfing himself in flames while parachuting. "What the?" Milo said out loud. He looked up front at the pilot of the plane, but he couldn't tell who it was because of his headache. He closed his eyes and saw the control panel of the plane in detail even though he was in the back. "I'm awake...and confused." Milo said humorously. "What's going on?"

[Demonhero]

((That the same gate I'm goin' for? And psychic powers in an elemental RPG?))

[Elsworth]

((Mind if I eventually get psychic powers? My explanation is that my long sleep was actually a short coma and gained another power. I was thinking the powers could include being able to get into people's heads to make them go crazy/help me, read their thoughts, et cetera. Basically I want telepathy and telekinesis.))

Milo was still in the plane when he woke up, he had been carried by another person and put in it. He woke up with an intense headache. In his head, he heard a voice saying something about engulfing himself in flames while parachuting. "What the?" Milo said out loud. He looked up front at the pilot of the plane, but he couldn't tell who it was because of his headache. He closed his eyes and saw the control panel of the plane in detail even though he was in the back. "I'm awake...and confused." Milo said humorously. "What's going on?"

((No! What the hell lol?))


((Can I get an update?.....I got lost....Where is everybody?))