When the Blood Angels heard about the new breed of angel hybrids, they sought to destroy her, the first of the Storm Angels. They sent their best assassin after her, but something went wrong.
The Storm Angel knew what was happening, but pretended not to, gradually getting the assassin to explain everything. Finally, she admitted that she had known the day he appeared on her doorstep. But there's one thing she never knew: he'd fallen for her.
Blood Angels - These are Dark Angel/Vampire hybrids, originally the only angel hybrids in existance that could survive. They require blood to survive and are typically pale with red hair or red tones to their hair, as well as dark eyes.
Storm Angels - I will be playing the Storm Angel. They are Dark Angel/Light Angel hybrids and are therefore very powerful, combining the Light and Dark elements to create Storm energy. They typically have blue-black hair or blue tones to their hair with electric blue or purple eyes.
Age: (preferably over 500 for the Blood Angel)
Again, I will be playing the Storm Angel/girl. There will be mature romance and some language.
((Oh, oh so tempting XD))
Feel free, Fang.
Name: Tempest Winter
Appearance: Tempest has long, straight dark blue-black hair down to her hips that is usually pulled back into a high ponytail. Her eyes are the usual electric blue color and her wings are a dark midnight blue with jagged streaks of electric blue resembling lightning. She's slightly pale with an athletic, slender build, about 5' 8" in height.
Other: First Storm Angel
Name: Scar Rayn (Short for something, will be revealed later)
Appearance: Scar looks like a typcal blood angel. His hair is a scarlet color, topping a pale, pale head. His eyes seem as if they could suck a soul into them, and would probably scare the he.ll out of a normal human being. At about six foot tall, he's well-built, conditioned to endure the dangerous conditions of an assassin.
Other: Scar was the youngest Blood Angel to be considered for use to hunt down the Storm Angel.
Yeah, that's good. Do you want to start or should I?
As they say in pool halls, "it's your quarter. Shoot."
Tempest sits inside her house, wings folded over her body to hold the heat in and the chilly night air out. The fire had died out about an hour ago and darkness was almost complete inside the small Victorian-style house, yet she made no move to turn on the lights or light the fire again. She felt perfectly at home in the dark.
Scar slid through the sky silently (I'm assuming they can fly). He knew what the house looked like, and he was positive he would happen upon it soon. He allowed himself a small smile in anticipation; he would reap his reward soon.
(They're angels. Of course they can fly. XD)
Tempest sighs, finally getting to her feet and flicking on the lights in the house. She'd been growing more restless with each day, hating the isolation of her home, yet knowing that for now it was necessary.
((Hey, I've heard some very odd things before, I have to check :P))
There it was. The house could be seen in the distance, and lights were coming on. A little bit more difficult on his part, since stealth was the assassin's friend, but he could still succeed. As he drew closer to the house, he saw a silhouette in a window, fading away the next moment. This could be the easiest job in the world.
Tempest frowns, vaguely sensing another presence nearby. "You wish that were true... There's not another angel within a fifty mile radius of you," she mutters bitterly, sweeping stray lock of hair out of her eyes.
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((Sorry. I can't post when I'm not in school. I'll post in a bit.))
He did a fly-over on the house. It didn't seem as if she was lying in wait for him; however, he must be careful. Circling back, Scar came to a slow halt, beating his wings steadily to avoid a sudden loss of altitude.
Tempest pauses, seeing a shadow outside and shaking her head, shrugging it off for the moment. She kept glancing toward the door, though, frowning slightly. "No one knows where you are besides those that sent you here. Calm down..."
Scar lowered himself at an almost painfully slow pace as he touched silently on the roof of the house. He had to stop and think of how to gain entry into the house undetected. He felt the nerves sink in a little bit, but he shook it off. Focus on the mark...
Tempest stretches her wings out nervously, walking outside and breathing in the night air, the blue hues in her hair visible in the moonlight. "Is someone there?" she calls softly, glancing around.
He quickly crouched down, almost losing his balance. That would have been the single worst mistake in his life. He remained silent, using his wings to somewhat camouflage imself in the darkness. Not that it was very effective.
Tempest frowns, stepping out into the open, the grass soft beneath her feet. "Paranoid... So da.mn paranoid," she sighs, shaking her head and looking up at the moon.