One x One discussion

Uh here's our topic? I'm not sure if that was too me so I'll delete it if it wasn't :D if it was do you want to show our characters or jump in?

Sure. What do you want our rp to be about?

Maybe a demon gets sent to the human world and is really bitter about it til he meets a girl of an old angel line and is planning on using her to get back in and they hate each other? He's pretty evil making it an interesting 'Evil People Fall in Love' kinda thing

I like that :]

Do you want to post info about our characters? Or just jump into the rp?

Post info first but i'm on the phone so i cannot post any pics. Is that ok with you?

((Of course :D ))
Name: Jacqueline 'Jac' Mckayla Piersoon
Species: Angels
Appearance:

Her wings are silver and when they're down they cover her arms.
Age: 18
Personality: A crazy wild child, due to the death of her biological patterns she's scared too trust. She takes a lot of risks like skydiving and has a motorcycle.

Name: Blayde Natas
Species: demon
Appearance: 6 foot 3, silver haired, black eyes
Age: 21
Personality: Evil and cunning

*will edit*

((Is he 21 actually or physically? Want me to post first?))

((he is 5003 years old. Yes. Sorry if i am a slow at replying.))

Jac was wandering around the streets her hands shoved in her dark studded shorts. She needed something to fricking do, she was bored it was hard to find fun risky things to do when you usually heal in the end. It was kind of a match made in hell, a wild 18 year old girl and great powers that she's never been taught how to completely to be able to use.

Her olive green eyes noticed a very attractive man with hair the color of silver, she never saw a guy that young have that shade of hair. She walked past him but instead of a gentle brush she hit bumped against him hard stumbling backwards a bit stuff from her bag fell out.

She didn't know why but every sense she ever had was on red alert in front of a guy who she never met, like deja vu. She was pretty sure she never met him before so why did she feel the primal 'fight or flight' instinct. Her silvery tattoos on her arms that most people don't know as the symbol of an old angel tribe was glowing slightly in the sun light

Blayde was looking for a bar so that he could drink his sorrows to hell and back. He was wearing his usual black leather coat that is up to his knees and a dark expression on his face. He was really pissed of being kicked out of hell for being too evil. Hell kicking him out for being too evil? Satan should have rewarded him for killing a village of mountain people but no, he was kicked out of hell because the ones that he killed were more important than him.

He was looking at the sign 'The Bar' when someone bumped into him causing the person to stumble back. He was about to say, "Watch where you are going, *sshat!" when he noticed that there was something different about her and not just about her eyes which was so green it looked like emeralds but because of her tats which was wings like of an angel. He zipped his mouth ans proceeded to help her out with her bag.

Jac's eyes narrowed a bit when he snapped at her at first, "Geez calm down haven't you heard of mistakes?" She scowled a bit before her expression softening when he helped her with her stuff. She noticed him look at her tattoos and got the wrong idea, a lot of people looked at her tattoos like. ' Typical teenagers, always inking themseves '

"Yeah yeah yeah I got tattoos and no it's not because I'm some angsty teen." Jac rolled her eyes quickly before she thought to herself, 'Jacqueline Mckayla Pierson where the hell are your manners?'.

"...Oh and thanks for helping me with my stuff." The corner of her lips quirked up in a very quick smile. She was still on her gaurd though she was kind of waiting for him to do something that would prove her danger meter which was currently going off the charts right. Though she knew it was stupid, she was just nervous or had too much sugar.

He shrugged the thanks off with a sneer at the her bag's content. It was full of candy with different brands and he knew he saw a plastic of white powder, sugar probably so he asked her on a snide tone, "Adrenaline junkie, much?" He saw the way she rolled her eyes at him when she caught him staring at her tats, "And by way your tattoos rival mine."

He took of his coat and shirt and let it all fall to the ground as he turned his back where his own tattoos where inked from shoulder to shoulder and it took all the space of his back with intricate designs of black and red feathers which his real wings would be equaled to it. "See? I got that when I was much younger."

Jac rolled her eyes it was a bad habit of hers. She rolled her eyes at everything it gotten her into a lot of fights...that she usually won. She popped a small pece of candy in her mouth, sugar addiction was another thing she had. Most people need their coffee in the morning she has a few pieces of candy for her breakfast. "I doubt that," Jac deadpanned before he revealed the tattoos.

Jac looked amazed at the pattern she never saw anything so intricate before it was beautiful...but it in a dark way. They kinda reminded her of her own wings in a way but she never thought there were other creatures out there. It must just be a really popular tattoo design' she thought too herself. "You did woah I take back what I said," She says her eyes widening slightly making her look a bit younger than her eighteen years.

He turned to face her and he smiled a little, he saw how she was looking at him and all the females looked the same to him so he shrugged on his shirt but he off his coat off since it was too hot even for him. "What are you doing here, an 18 year old with some tattoos. I thought little girls like you likes to play with their dolls and act like their princesses and sh*t," he asked in a bored tone since he did not know why he asked this silly questions. There was something different about her and he could not decide on what it is.

Jac scowled again putting on a high pitched innocent little girl voice, "Oh you know! I'm on my way to get my pretty dress so I can go to the tea party!" Jac pinched the bridge of her noise something she does when she's upset, ".....I'm 18 not eight....and even when I was eight I didn't do that." She smirked a bit again. She was having fun with this conversation it's been a long time since she had a slight banter with someone.

((Ooh I have an idea what if we timeskip a bit to night time and Jac's walking out again and she sees him killing someone?)

He looked at her oddly, "Whatever, weirdo," he told her as he swung his coat over his shoulder and he took a step back and he whispered, "Maybe we will see each other some other time when you are a little more stable," before he vanished into the night. One second he was there and in another one he was up high on a building watching her with intent eyes because there really was something unique about the girl and he was no talking about her unearthly beauty.

((i would like that:]))

((Yay!)

It was late out, and the saying was right when creatures who were more than human were involved. When the lights go out the freaks come out. She should've worn a jacket but being the girl who tried to act like nothing hurt her, she didn't. She was shivering a bit before she thought she heard a man gasp for help. She slowly crept to it, she didn't want whoever was doing it see her.

She was behind the wall and saw, wait did she never get his name? That was strange usually she always tried to get people's names, but WHAT was he doing?

((:]))

Blayde was busy killing the murderer who raped and butchered his kids and wife for tonight. The moon was high up and it produced a lighting to see his handiwork of wrapping his intestines around his neck, he was still alive when he did it and he laughed at his foolish attempts of escaping, "You think you are going to get away from me? Think again you b*stard," he whispered the last word as he took out his round knife and he cut the murderer's finger one by one. The screams was a music to his ears as he hacked the fingers slowly.

"Stop! Leave him be!" Jac called out out of fear making his presence known, but she knew she was too late she saw the life slowly drain from his eyes. She walked right up to him when the guy eventually died. She frowned deeply putting her hand out and slapped him across the face as hard as she could, and for a girl who was five foot one she slapped very hard. Before silence spread through the scene, her green eyes were on fire, metaphorically if she knew how she'd make him pay .

"You don't f***ing kill people!"

He touched a hand to his cheek which was swollen. He smiled at the girl who he met earlier, "Isn't this great? Meeting you, yet again, in a dark place," he told her in a smug tone as he kicked the poor excuse of humanity at his feet, "This? This is nothing, little girl. So go away and let me finish my business," he said as he shooed her away.

"No I will not!" Jac yelled at him slapping his hand away when he shooed her away, her wing tattoos glowing slightly on and off like they were itching to be used. "Don't do this to anyone else!" Jac snapped though if you looked a bit closer you could tell that she was at least a little bit afraid he'd turn on her. "You don't get to control whether a human being has the right to live or not!"

"Who is going to make me? You?" he asked in a mocking tone. He turned his back on her and he let his power manifest in his eyes, "Go home, little girl. Forget what you saw here, go home and play dolls," he said this with a persuading voice and with his eyes looking at her no human could resist him.

Jac always tried to keep herself more human than not and for a moment he seemed so convincing but she steeled herself, her angel heritage coming up. She felt more powerful right now, she started to wonder if somehow her parents were helping her beyond the living like a little gift. She was taking deep breaths before suddenly it was her turn for offensive.

She telekinetically made it feel like his throat was closing up, "Like I told you last time I'm NOT a little girl."

Hello?

hello?

((so sorry))

He felt his mouth seal up and he looked up at her alarmingly. Did she do this?, he thought as he took his ring sword from the murderer's fingers and he pointed it to her throat, he motioned to his throat then to her and he made a slash sign that meant that he will not hesitate to kill her right here and right now.

She slowly but surely released the grip so his throat returned back to normal. That fear she tried to hide was this time was shown obviously. She tried to take a step but she was paralyzed her breathing going shallow. "Don't kill me," She puts her hands up. She hasn't lived yet, she's only 18 she lives alone near her college has no siblings only had one boyfriend in her life.

Now was not her time.

He did not take the ring sword away from her throat but he he sighed in relief as he felt the hold on his throat lighten up. "You are very different, little girl. But if I pressed this further would you bleed?" he asked in a hushed tone as he leaned closer until their breaths mingled together.

"I'm not a little girl and I'd rather not find that out," Jac's lover lip wavered a bit sounding a bit smaller and more like as he said, a little girl. Jac shuddered a bit she couldn't find it too attack him again even if she did win it takes a quicker time to stab her than it would for any kinda angel luck. "Again don't hurt me," She says trying not too plead.

He nodded and he pretended to make it look like he was thinking about it, "Okay." He let go of her but he took hold of her throat with a quick movement. "But what will you do for me?" he asked in a whisper. "What are you willing to sacrifice to get free?" he asked as he whispered in ear as he nuzzled her neck.

Jac whimpered a bit, was this what it felt like when she made his throat clear up. Her breathing was going slower as to make sure she wouldn't hyperventilate though she felt like if she was in this position for any longer she might pass out and she refused to do that. She was not, she repeats not weak, and she'll never be for as long as she lives. "Well what do you want?" She stuttered slightly on her words just barely noticeable. She really was nervous she didn't know how to do anything.

Hi! :D

Hello.

He pushed away from her with a quick movement. "I want you to be with me for a week," he told her as he watched her with interest. She was glowing and her tattoos were moving like wings that are trying to open. She is some descendant of an angel, he thought as he licked his lips. "Yes or no?" he asked.

Jac sighed in relief when he got away from her feeling a part of her guard down, not all of it but some of it. Jac heard his request and tilted her head a bit, huh? She must have not heard him right, "Ah yes?...I'm a little bit confused. She had to admit she was expecting something dangerous or illegal or all of the above.

"What? Did you think I would just kill you?" he asked in a mocking tone. "So tell me your name or would you like too be called 'little girl'?" He eyed her tattoos who were settling down on her arms. It must sensed danger when it does like that, danger and evil like him.

Jac gave him a look like 'really?', "Because it's a mystery to figure out why after just witnessing you killing someone that'd I be scared that you'd do the same thing?" She shot her eyebrows up for a moment. "My name's Jac." She was never a big fan of her full name, she's always been a tomboy, 99% of her closest friends are guys so the name Jacqueline was so...femenine to her granted she was a girl but still.

"What's Jac for? Is it for Jackie? Jacques? Or are you Jack, recently a man?" he asked her in snide tone as he looked at her crotch which was flat. He leaned against the wall and he looked at the destroyed body on his feet with bored appraisal, "Can we talk somewhere else? The stink's getting too my nose."

"Jacqueline though nobody calls me that," She rolls her green eyes, she really hated that name. She frowned a bit wrapping her arms around herself. That has always been sort of her physical version of a security blanket would be for a child she did it when she was scared. "Sure wherever you want," She kept her voice calm. She gave a look at the body before her nose wrinkling a bit and turning away.

Blayde shrugged at her name and he led them out of the alley. He shrugged into his coat as a breeze went pass them, "Call me Blay," he said to her as he hunched his shoulders to make it look like he was weak and tiny.

"Well then tell me about yourself," Jac was trying to make some attempt at a normal conversation. Her arms tightened around herself this time out of just being cold in shorts and t-shirts. "I'd say it's nice to meet you but I'm not sure." She kept a good ammount of distance between them, out of arms distance though she knew it might not help completely.

He sneered at her, "It's very nice to meet you too." He checked out the people around him and he snarled at the ones who are staring at him and smiled as he watch them go away in fear. "Let's just say that I am from a place where it is hot and it includes pain and misery for free."

Jac raised her eyebrows, "Hell?" She asked half joking, half serious, weirder things has happened to her so it wasn't like it was a completely crazy theory. She wondered if she could get to heaven, she only met one other angel and he could but he's older and trained and she's a teenage girl. She gave an apologetic look to the people who walked away scared, "How old are you?" She asked steadily.

"I'm 21," he answered as he a group of teenager walked past by them and he winked at them. He continued walking until he saw a diner full of people as he led them there. "I always look 21," he added cryptically.

"Just because you always look twenty one doesn't mean you are," Jac narrowed her eyes following after him. She watched the people talking and smiled a bit seeing some families there some groups of friends, some young couples etc. "Were you BORN 21 years ago?" She insisted

He did not answer her as he pushed the door leading to the diner open. He watched as people turned to look at him, some in awe and some in fear. He saw a vacant seat near him so he sat and turned up his coat to hide his face. His face was unearthly to all humans. Some people may call him beautiful or the face of the devil himself.

Jac pouted a bit when he ignored her question but eventually told herself she wouldn't give up til she found out his answer. She sat across from him, it was wierd but she didn't notice his features until now that she calmed down causing her to blush a bit. She never got that much attention as she scared people away most people would consider her intimidating despite her stature. "You still didn't answer my question," She answered lightly, "You can ask me any question if you want."

Sorry double post

He ignored her as he took the wrist of a passing waitress, "Two coffees please with a bottle of water please," he said in a husky tone. The waitress blushed as she saw the handsome one with silver hair and black, deep eyes. "Right away, Sir," she told him breathlessly. Blay watched as the waitress bumped on a customer when she went in the kitchen, still straining her neck to get a look of him.