Satan's War...DEAD.
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I looked into the sky, seeing para-troopers dropping from nowhere. I shot one down, and when he hit the floor, he exploded. I looked again, their chests were ridden with grenades.
"What...The...HELL! We gotta shoot them down before they get to us!"
"What...The...HELL! We gotta shoot them down before they get to us!"
A bright light burst from the sky, raining down on the flaming landscape. The golden beams struck down the current horde and made large crators in the floor. A few dimmer lights bolted down, and smoke rose from the ground. There was no way these were demons. I ran over to the smoke, covering my mouth as I waded through the musty fog. Standing in front of me...were angels. They did not appear as they are depicted. They had a slight darness about them, they looked ragged but handsome. The one who appeared to be the leader was wearing a Jacket, and had dark hair.
"Wha?!"
"Wha?!"
5 SPACES OPEN, ALL CHARACTERS MUST BE ANGELS. BASICALLY YOUR STORY IS THAT YOU'RE A SQUAD OF ANGELS COME TO HELP US.
Name:
Heavenly Bio: Basically, what you did to get to heaven/become an angel.
Weapon: (Steel Works, not guns...)
Appearance:
Heavenly Bio: Basically, what you did to get to heaven/become an angel.
Weapon: (Steel Works, not guns...)
Appearance:
Name: Sarla
Heavenly Bio: When sarla lived, he devoted his life to everyone and anyone else, he worked as a field medic in the Iraqi war; he would never stop to think for himself, or even consider a selfish act, in the end, this was what got him killed, he charged into a burning building, saved the inhabitants, but was killed by the flames
Weapon: Sharpened steel rod.
Appearence: Sarla is about 5,7, he has spikey dark hair that always seems to bounce back, no matter what, he is wearing a dark Jacket and simple jeans, with lime-green eyes and a determined look on his face
Heavenly Bio: When sarla lived, he devoted his life to everyone and anyone else, he worked as a field medic in the Iraqi war; he would never stop to think for himself, or even consider a selfish act, in the end, this was what got him killed, he charged into a burning building, saved the inhabitants, but was killed by the flames
Weapon: Sharpened steel rod.
Appearence: Sarla is about 5,7, he has spikey dark hair that always seems to bounce back, no matter what, he is wearing a dark Jacket and simple jeans, with lime-green eyes and a determined look on his face
[Is that ok?
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Letsrock456 said:Name: Sarla
Heavenly Bio: When sarla lived, he devoted his life to everyone and anyone else, he worked as a field medic in the Iraqi war; he would never stop to think for himself, or even consider a selfish act, in the end, this was what got him killed, he charged into a burning building, saved the inhabitants, but was killed by the flames
Weapon: Sharpened steel rod.
Appearence: Sarla is about 5,7, he has spikey dark hair that always seems to bounce back, no matter what, he is wearing a dark Jacket and simple jeans, with lime-green eyes and a determined look on his face
[Is that ok?
XD
Name: Vincent Plazino
Heavenly Bio: Vincent was a great man. He was a healer in Italy. Some called him "The Saviour". They called Vincent this because it seemed that every needy person he took into his home, walked out happy and healthy. No one knew how he did it. Some thought he was Jesus reborn, but he denied it all. Vincent was also an excellent weapon handler and hunted down any criminal and would bring them to justice. Unfortuatly Vincent perished in the flames of Mount Vesuvius when he was visiting the mayor of Pompeii to recieve a medal for all his achivements in life.
Weapon: 3 1/2ft Katana.
Appearance: Vincent is about 6"2. He has long blonde hair that reaches his shoulders. He wears a long purple coat that stops at his knees. He has plain skinny fit black trousers, and blue eyes.
Heavenly Bio: Vincent was a great man. He was a healer in Italy. Some called him "The Saviour". They called Vincent this because it seemed that every needy person he took into his home, walked out happy and healthy. No one knew how he did it. Some thought he was Jesus reborn, but he denied it all. Vincent was also an excellent weapon handler and hunted down any criminal and would bring them to justice. Unfortuatly Vincent perished in the flames of Mount Vesuvius when he was visiting the mayor of Pompeii to recieve a medal for all his achivements in life.
Weapon: 3 1/2ft Katana.
Appearance: Vincent is about 6"2. He has long blonde hair that reaches his shoulders. He wears a long purple coat that stops at his knees. He has plain skinny fit black trousers, and blue eyes.
I had just sat down to rest after the battle, but I didn't have a chance. One of the soldiers, the one who had lost it in the first battle, seemed to be going crazy again. Then I realized what was happening to him was the same thing tha happened to Alfred: The Devil was speaking through him. The next thing I knew, my face was pressed in the dirt as bullets whizzed over my head. That wasn't much of a break.
I peered ahead and saw a horde of demons slowly advancing towards us, firing an assortment of guns. I knew I was screwed; I barely had any ammunition left, certainly not enough to fight these things off. Then, my attention was directed towards a beautiful sight: A pile of weapons had appeared next to us. All sorts of weapons. I scrambled over to it joyously, still under fire, and looked for the weapon of my choice. I settled on an impressive and advanced looking machine gun (an MG42). I grabbed it-it was heavy-and the strips of ammo that seemed to go with it, and set it up on the ground facing the horde of demons. I began firing, and a smile lit up my face as dozens of enemies fell before my stream of bullets.
A few minutes later, and I'm again convinced that we're screwed. We had been doing pretty well, and with the help of a mortar we were managing to hold off the never-ending swarms of demons. However, several explosions in the sky directed my eyes upwards and made my heart sink. Demons were falling from the sky in parachutes. I had heard of parachutes but never seen one used. Where were these things falling from? Worse yet, the things exploded as they were shot. Whatever was making them explode, I knew I didn't want them down here.
I clumsily managed to aim my machine gun upwards and started shooting down the parachuting demons. However my machine gun's barrel was starting to smoke more than it had before, the accuracy of the bullets was decreasing, and it was making a different noise when it fired. Damn, it's gotten too hot. The barrel's melting. I was soon left with an inoperable weapon, with enemies dropping from the sky and the swarms of demons on the ground advancing ever closer.
Suddenly, rays of light pierced the dark sky. I couldn't see where they hit the ground, as smoke appeared from the floor and blocked my view. One of our soldiers-the half insane one-sprinted into the smoke and disappeared. What the hell is going on now?
I peered ahead and saw a horde of demons slowly advancing towards us, firing an assortment of guns. I knew I was screwed; I barely had any ammunition left, certainly not enough to fight these things off. Then, my attention was directed towards a beautiful sight: A pile of weapons had appeared next to us. All sorts of weapons. I scrambled over to it joyously, still under fire, and looked for the weapon of my choice. I settled on an impressive and advanced looking machine gun (an MG42). I grabbed it-it was heavy-and the strips of ammo that seemed to go with it, and set it up on the ground facing the horde of demons. I began firing, and a smile lit up my face as dozens of enemies fell before my stream of bullets.
A few minutes later, and I'm again convinced that we're screwed. We had been doing pretty well, and with the help of a mortar we were managing to hold off the never-ending swarms of demons. However, several explosions in the sky directed my eyes upwards and made my heart sink. Demons were falling from the sky in parachutes. I had heard of parachutes but never seen one used. Where were these things falling from? Worse yet, the things exploded as they were shot. Whatever was making them explode, I knew I didn't want them down here.
I clumsily managed to aim my machine gun upwards and started shooting down the parachuting demons. However my machine gun's barrel was starting to smoke more than it had before, the accuracy of the bullets was decreasing, and it was making a different noise when it fired. Damn, it's gotten too hot. The barrel's melting. I was soon left with an inoperable weapon, with enemies dropping from the sky and the swarms of demons on the ground advancing ever closer.
Suddenly, rays of light pierced the dark sky. I couldn't see where they hit the ground, as smoke appeared from the floor and blocked my view. One of our soldiers-the half insane one-sprinted into the smoke and disappeared. What the hell is going on now?
I was in a fierce battle with a demon when a light shone through the clouds. I was so transfixed with these angelic beings that I didn't notice the "demons" moving up behind me.
I felt an incredible pain in the middle of my back, and screamed in agony as a talon of some sort pierced outward from my stomach. Blood spurted from my mouth, and ran down my cheeks as I slowly began to drift away. It was the worst pain I had ever experienced in my life. The demon savagely ripped his cruel barb from my stomach, and I fell to the ground face first. My eyes drifted shut, never to see the end of this place. I died.
I felt an incredible pain in the middle of my back, and screamed in agony as a talon of some sort pierced outward from my stomach. Blood spurted from my mouth, and ran down my cheeks as I slowly began to drift away. It was the worst pain I had ever experienced in my life. The demon savagely ripped his cruel barb from my stomach, and I fell to the ground face first. My eyes drifted shut, never to see the end of this place. I died.
Alas, I am dead. It pains me to end this character. I'm going to leave this RP, unless you need me. Then I'd be more than happy to stay. Just have the angels revive me if you wish. If not it's been fun playing, and I'll see you all around the escapist.
Running back and forth behind cover trying not to get owned is pritty much what we were all doing. I wish I Had my Bren LMG, then I'd turn these deamons into swish cheese!!!!! I only had a Lee Einfield and it was acurate but I needed more of a sepression fire weapon. This was getting us no whare and even worse was likely to end up getting us all killed.
Maraveno said:
Talk about being hypocritical >.< your declaring it dead, saying SSS killed it by declaring it dead? ...TAD hypocritical. Besides, I dont think this is dead, and two deaths in a battle is a bit more realistic than a few common soldiers invincibally tearing through the hordes of hell...
Together with the Angels, we ran back to the trench. Two of our comrades had fallen.
"Do you have ANY plans whatsoever?!"
I looked at the Angels, waiting for their answer.
"Do you have ANY plans whatsoever?!"
I looked at the Angels, waiting for their answer.