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Posted: Tue, 09/02/2016 16:14 (9 Years ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 09/02/2016 16:13 (9 Years ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 09/02/2016 16:12 (9 Years ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 09/02/2016 15:20 (9 Years ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 09/02/2016 12:42 (9 Years ago) |
My goal is to have him leave these two girls, and he goes to get Ray, and then after he finds him it will be revealed that these two girls were the other ones on his list. I can easily see the two teaming up to go find out what happened at the grave site (where Ezekiel rose). For a moment Ezekiel just stared at the woman, not understanding why she was looking at him with such—what could only be described as—heart breaking devotion. The look only lasted for a moment but the angel looked into her and a flood of memories that were not his own flashed inside his mind. A hand raised up a came down across the woman’s cheek, casting her into the wall. ”I SAID GET BACK!”—the sound of teeth grinding together, dogs barking in a wild and excited symphony. A man collapsed to the floor, his chest blossoming like a rose as everything was pulled out of him, by the force of massive invisible claws, spraying the walls and the floor around him. I'm so-sorr the words gurgled past dry heaved screams of absolute agony. Ezekiel blinked his eyes and looked directly at the woman standing in front of him. He knew her now, this was the woman who had been cast to the floor by the man he had just seen in his vision, and it wasn’t just any vision of any person. He had been reliving the memories of his vessel-this vessel. Yes, he knew the woman, and she knew him—though not nearly as well as she would have hoped considering he was not at all who she would have wanted to see. This body might have once belonged to her late husband, but it was his now. It had been repaired and built just for him. He was neither compelled nor saw any reason to point this out to the woman, her feelings were of little concern to him. He’d have turned and continued on his way had what happened next not been such an absolute shock to him. A vehicle the likes of which he had never seen came reeling towards them, it moved oddly, with a jerky mechanical movement- the auto drive technology still something rather new to the advancing world. It splayed beams of yellow light over them, bright even in the sunlight. The angel did not even register this metal body as a car, instead all that passed his mind was that the glaring lights and shine were coming from some sort of threat, some sort of attacker. In a whirl the Angel tossed down the clothing and drew back his fist, slamming it with indiscriminate force down onto the hood of the car, making the metal bend inward around his curled fingers. The chassis buckled, as did the front axle, smoking curling up from the newly exposed engine. Once this heinous act of impromptu car abuse was over, Ezekiel lifted his fist out of the dent and looked around at the car, confused and slightly put off that such a large and menacing thing was in fact only a vehicle. He stepped back and looked it over a bit, head tilting to the side before he glanced over at the woman who likely owned it. His eyes then flickered to someone new that had stepped out from inside the bar, watching the scene from the front porch. His silver eyes locked with hers, but he said nothing. [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 08/02/2016 21:10 (9 Years ago) |
Ezekiel halted in the middle of the road, and turned at the torso. His brows were furrowed together over squinted eyes, naked body basted in the sunlight. He would have been undeniably handsome had it not been for the overwhelming oddity of the scene. Standing in a bedroom-sure, standing in the middle of the street--not so much. He did not seem to have any sense of shame, standing tall with his shoulders rolled back in a confident form. The pile of clothing he had taken was still held securely in his arms, one hand on top and the other keeping the boots still on top. The truth was that he didn't, no shame at all. Angel's had never been instilled with the idea that bodies should be covered, that was a uniquely human trait although most angel's did understand the purpose of customs and blending in. After what seemed like a long moment of considering this girl that was calling out to him, he finally pulled his eyes away from her and looked down at the stack of fabric. Then once again he turned his gaze on her. “I need these.” He said, his tone deep and resolute. As if that were all the explanation he needed to give he then turned himself back around and began walking away. He hadn't expected persistence, and he wasn't at all feeling in the mood to deal with a uppity hairless ape. He turned a second time, and this time all the way around. He was so filthy, from head to toe, covered in the residue of his earth prison, and the blood from his fingertips was beginning to soak into the clothing, although the superficial wounds were already healing at a rate far superior to that of a human's natural capacity. "I heard you." Ezekiel said. His voice was touched with a slight tinge of annoyance, and his intense silver gaze on her was as relentless as her yelling out for him, "You don't have to keep shouting at me." He was so calm about the whole situation that it was as if he registered no fault at all with what he had done, taking that man's clothing. To the angel, all of this was something within his sphere of rights. He was angel, these were people. He looked over their souls and in return they should be happy to give him whatever he asked for, be it food for his vessel, shelter...clothing. He shifted his head forward a bit, looking at her like she had lobsters crawling out of her ears. what was she yelling about ? He could smell the scent of alcohol on her from where he was standing, the waft of scented air passing by his nose. He lifted his head a moment, inhaling it and then his eyes hawked back to her, locking with hers. "You are intoxicated." He knew what liquor did to humans, but hadn't seen such in a long time. Rarely had he ever seen a human woman drink something as strong as what this girl was pushing back. That was something he usually saw the human males doing together as some sort of bonding/ rutting ritual. [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 08/02/2016 15:48 (9 Years ago) |
Title: Ezekiel AwakensCool grey eyes snapped open in the blackness. This voice…Inside his head. He’d heard it before. He tried to respond but found that his mouth was pressed open in an awkward gape, filled with dirt. He couldn't move, he couldn't do anything...and yet, that voice. He must He knew what this was, it was burrowed so deep inside his internal program that it made his whole body vibrate and ring The voice was heard and his hands shot forward. He began to claw his way through the dirt, lifting himself up further and further through the dark and the wet until finally a stream of light broke through and illuminated his filth covered face. He gave a desperate gasp as air filled his lungs, chest rising and falling with the gift of new life. The angel remained on his knees there over the deep chasm he had crawled out of, draped in the ceremonial cloths of his burial. When he finally tried he could barely stand, dropping for a moment to one knee in order to gulp in oxygen. “Father?” he looked up at the sky, the sun shrinking his pupils, and hurting his head. He shielded away from the light. There was no response. The ringing in his head, the church bells, the power of the stormy voice- all gone. He may have been alive, but he felt so weak, incredibly weak. He wasn't sure if he had the power left to teleport, and had no clue at all that even if he had the energy it was no longer something that was possible for any angel. The world spun in front of him. He'd never been resurrected in such a condition... but now, now he had a job to do. A mission that he must not fail. He could feel it pulsing through him, that was the only strength he needed. No man nor devil would halt his progress. There were things standing in his way, yes…for one, his blade was gone, missing, somehow. He could feel it resonating with him and seeing as he was currently alive, it must not have been destroyed—but where was it? Ezekiel walked through the grave yard, nude, filthy. He looked down at his bloody, empty hands. Crawling out of one’s own grave was certainly not easy, even for an angel. He felt...hungry. His vessel was hungry...but first clothing. Then he would nourish this body. After that he needed to find a way to fulfill the task given to him. He stumbled, and tried to steady himself with his wings..... wings ...He could barely feel them. They were there, invisible, mutilated...but still there. he felt as thought every inch of him was on fire with pain. What...happened to him? It would have been a strange sight for anyone to see a 6’2 man walk into a bar, but even the startled patrons did not know the gravity, or how strange the event really was. Three burly men turned from their beers, mustaches soaked in stout, to see Ezekiel in all his lean, muscular glory, standing silhouetted in the doorway of the Dogwood Tavern. “What de’ are you doin.” One finally said after a long minute of shocked silence, standing up to lumber over to the angel that now stood three or four steps in., “you sick fagg*t, walking in her stark assed. Get de’ f*ck out of here.” The man’s face was crunched up in rage, his hands balled into fists the size of sledge hammers. Ezekiel observed the approaching man. He took note of what he was wearing with casual reflection. Untidy jeans, over washed. Double busted combat boots, and a leather jacket with the insignia of a pair of grey angel wings on the front pocket, symbol that was matched by a large, crudely sewn patch that spanned the entirety of the jacket’s back. Oddly fitting, he thought. The man approached, but didn’t get too close. He stood no more than an inch or so smaller than Ezekiel and was roughly around the same size. The angel reached out and gripped the mans shoulders a few times, and then his arms, as if to confirm this. “WHAT de’ HELL YOU DOIN?!” the man roared angily, reeling back his fist and plunging it forward towards his ‘attackers’ face. The angel’s hand raised and caught the punch mid motion. “Give me your clothes.” He demanded, and without another word the biker began to strip down until he was standing there in front of Ezekiel with all of his clothing folded in his arms and held out to him, “I like your Jacket, give it to me.” Ezekiel confirmed. The biker removed his shoes, placed them on top of his clothing and handed the bundle over. “Thank you.” And with that, Ezekiel left the man, and the gawking crowed inside the bar. “It was the craziest thing I’ve ever seen, I’m telling you!” a woman said to the man smoking his cigarette beside her. The woman gave Faelan a glance,eyeing her up and down. Her brown curls were tied back in a fat, tight pony tail at the back of her head, which she was shaking in apparent emphasis as she continued her story, “the place was just…..just…demolished, it was like a bomb went off.” She insisted. The man across from her, didn’t look at Faelan, caught up in the story completely, exhaling a few rings of smoke. “It’s disgraceful, desecrating a cemetery.” The man said, removing his john Deere hat and then readjusting it over his sparse hair, “What sort of person would do that?” “Kids playing with firecrackers, I’m telling you it had to be…but that’s not even the worst part of this.” She was frowning deeply now, leaning forward towards him. “No?” there was a confused, but interested lean forward from him as well. “One of the graves was dug up.” She said this the way anyone telling a good story does, practically hissing the best part with morbid excitement, though trying to contain it. The man had been about to take another drag, but paused in shock. This was the moment the woman turned to Faelan, sneering a bit. “looking for the playground, little girl?” [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 08/02/2016 13:03 (9 Years ago) |
Title: proposalThis would be my proposal.: When Lucifer was released from hell, the person that released him found a way to cast the angels out of heaven, thinking that it would make it easier for Lucifer to rule if the angels were debilitated. [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 08/02/2016 12:26 (9 Years ago) |
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Posted: Mon, 08/02/2016 02:28 (9 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 07/02/2016 14:27 (9 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sat, 06/02/2016 21:58 (9 Years ago) |
Title: Welcome, StormalliWe are currently recruiting for an SPN Roleplay. All rules are posted on that thread if you're interested in joining. We also have a chat thread for posting pictures and having general SPN chat [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 06/02/2016 17:59 (9 Years ago) |
I don't know (Teius) but I'd guess they have a pretty good sense of humor. ~crowley [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 06/02/2016 17:27 (9 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sat, 06/02/2016 15:28 (9 Years ago) |
Title: When do we start?I was wondering, are you going to want all the characters filled before we begin, or do you think you have enough people for us to start? [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 06/02/2016 15:15 (9 Years ago) |
Title: Mega CharizardSent [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 05/02/2016 21:01 (9 Years ago) |
Title: WelcomeWe are currently recruiting for an SPN Roleplay. All rules are posted on that thread if you're interested in joining. We also have a chat thread for posting pictures and having general SPN chat [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 04/02/2016 18:27 (9 Years ago) |
Title: Saving Spot![]() ![]() “I like your jacket…give it to me.” ![]() Name: Ezekiel Age: Unknown Gender: Male Species: Angel (Rank: Power ) Occupation: {Power} Defined as - Mid-High Ranking Angel who is tasked with preventing the ‘fallen angels’ from taking over the world and keeping the Universe in balance. They are also seen as the Angels of birth and death.Being warrior angels, they oppose evil spirits, especially those that make use of the matter in the universe, so they don't do as much harm in the world as would otherwise, usually casting and chaining evil spirits to detention places. They are usually represented as soldiers wearing full armor and helmet, and also having defensive and offensive weapons such as shields and spears or chains respectively. The primary duty of the "Powers" is to supervise the movements of the heavenly bodies in order to ensure that the cosmos remains in order. Appearance: ![]() >Height: 6’2 >Build: Muscled >Eyes: Cold Grey >Hair: Blonde >Skin: Medium pale >Romance/Sexuality: Has yet to discover >Wing Color: Blonde and white >Angelic Form: When in heaven each angel has an inhuman form. Ezekiel appears as a great,three headed, pale, celestial horse the same color as his human hair. He has three sets of wings (total of six) and his eyes are chiseled diamonds. >Vessel: The first Vessel Ezekiel held was once a young aspiring priest. He found him holed up inside of a sanctuary in the early years of the Byzantine Empire. The second Vessel he held was a young princess from Rome that was a devout woman. The third Vessel was a man with a young wife and no children, who was a direct descendant of the Apostle Peter, and is the vessel that is to become his final and true vessel. >Ruling Planetary Body: The Cygnus and Pegasus Constellations. >Ruling Animals: The Horse and the Swan ![]() Personality: While he clearly
has the personality of a long experienced warrior, he tends to miss
many of the subtleties of humanity making him come across naïve at
times. He does seem to pick things up quickly. He tends to bounce
between being fascinated with and being disgusted by human nature,
and could even be deemed curious, although his prideful nature
would likely not allow him to admit this. He is usually very open
about what he thinks. 100% task driven.
Skills/talents: + Gift of resurrection special gift {Ability to come back from the dead: God promised this angel that he would never truly die. } + Angelic possession [ can take over host bodies] + Astral Projection Angels can project shadowy forms of their wings onto surfaces at will. If one is killed by an Angel Blade, its wings are burned onto the surface on which they died. + Holy White light [A particularly lethal power, angels can unleash a highly concentrated blast of pure energy from their palms to incinerate or destroy targets. The level of destruction can be controlled.] + Electronic Manipulation [easily manipulates electricity] + Regeneration/ Healing [ quick healing of self and others unless weakened] + General Immortality [ If killed, unless destroyed, returns to heaven] + Localization [ Can find most people ] + Reality Warping [ Ability to bend reality] + Chronokinesis [ Time Travel] >Weaknesses: + Holy Fire + Angel Blade + Death + God + Leviathans + Separation from his bonded Angel Blade >Fears: + Deeply afraid of being without purpose. + Afraid of failure + Afraid of God's wrath and or disapproval + The concept of human sexuality ![]() Weapon of choice: Ezekiel
carried a special holy relic Angel Blade known as "Angel
Ear" , it allows him to do a few special things that other
angel blades cannot do.
+ Imprison the essence of demons within it + Gather human souls within it (but only if demon souls are not already inside) + have access to his special gift of Resurrection, upon the destruction or power blocking blade his Death would be final. + Any damage to the blade is direct damage to him. + Being separated from the blade makes Ezekiel little more than human {Why is this blade so important, and what is it?} Unlike most angels, Ezekiel's grace is not held within his body, but is instead located within his angel blade. Upon his creation God tasked him with bringing balance to earth, promising that so long as he served him he could never be destroyed. This difference is what allows him to challenge the fallen angels, the demons, and the corrupted of the earth and gives him the unique ability to convert damaged souls back to their original form so that they become purified and are able to go to heaven. This does not always work as planned, but is the general purpose of his unique gift. This makes him vulnerable when not armed. ![]() History:
The Angel Gadreel once claimed to be this angel because Ezekiel was known to be a strong fighter, trustworthy, and glorified under God. Gadreel was caught in this lie by the notorious Castiel for the real Ezekiel had perished in the fall to earth when all of the Angels were cast out of heaven. Ezekiel did not die crashing to the ground, he died clinging to the gates of heaven, using his powerful body as a barrier to keep other angels from being sucked out by the spell. When the gates finally gave way, Ezekiel was pulled apart by the force of it. This was not, however, the end of the angel. As one of God's special order of angels [The Powers] Ezekiel was given a special gift at the moment of his creation. His gifted power was that of eternal resurrection, and this he laid in the dirt of the earth and waited for God to call him awake: For God had promised him. This was not the first time Ezekiel had died, he had been killed and then resurrected three times since his creation. The first time he would self destruct in order to help God form the mountains when the world was new and formless. The second and third times he gave his life fighting with God against other great forces. Baal and Lucifer being the ones that struck him down. Each time he died God immediately raised him from destruction and yet....this time. years passed... more years passed... Until finally, Ezekiel heard the voice of God ringing in his ear again [Wake up] Role in the group: The Rebel Angel: Ezekiel has been summoned from his grave to stop the apocalypse. He cannot do this alone. Other: + He still prays + He believes that he is on God's shit list + He has a painful past with Lucifer + He believes he has earned God's hatred + He becomes attached to people more easily than he cares to admit. + He doesn't know how to handle feelings of affection. Password: *Sings Asia"heat of the moment"* [Read more] |