Despite his dark and forboding looks, Dark is a protector of mankind. Once upon a time, he was one of the Exalted, but gave up his position in order to act as guardian over mortals. He fights off the Fallen and any other threat that arises valiantly and without hesitation, but sometimes he questions his decision to descend down to the moral realm.

Rinni, an innocent angel was thrown out of heaven for accidentally seducing a pair of humans, causing them to break their vows. Confused and Upset, Rinni traveled the world she was on, searching for answers and a way back home.

Fading moon, falling sky, Lunaryon has dealt with it all. One of the five faries left to keep the sky she does her job without fail. She is an adempt at her job and is well respected for it. She can't help but hunder for more though; she feels as though she is missing something while guarding the sky.

Once a champion of absolute good, Dark has become a twisted, dark parody of his former self. Now, as one of the shadows he once valiantly fought against, he does all that he once despised: preying on the innocent and unwitting mortals of the realm, spreading the corruption throughout the land. He condemns his victims to become shadows, just as he has become. On the outside, he seems to revel in his new identity, but deep down, the valiant paladin is still there, trapped inside and forced to watch what he's done.

Angel who is studying humans but slowly becoming one herself as she becomes more and more like them. Continuing on this path she'll be casting off her angel-hood. Whether she realizes this or not is another thing. Doing so isn't necessary frowned upon by her heavenly peers...except maybe the fact she is becoming human for all the temporary fun the world offers and not because she found a human to love.

(( Trading my wings in for OMG GLOWSTICKS! ))

Jurinjo is one of the angels guarding one of the many gates to heaven. Sadly, things outside the gate are boring, and he tends to doze off. But, even then, his tall figure is intimidating enough to ward off any miscreants who may look to cause mischief and mayhem. He longs for more; more action, more excitement, more living. But, until his coworker comes to relieve him from duty, he's stuck there. And said coworker is over a century late. Whoops.

hehe finally one closer to what I had in mind for my [previous] avatar's story.

I don't see glowsticks...

Party-going Angel who is also color blind. So badly that the black looks white o.O

(( Lol totally. XD ))

Jurinjo is a genie who said "screw that three wishes crap". He shattered the bottle he was in, throttled the twerp who was trying to extort him, and is now an adventurer, touring the world at his own leisure, filling no ones wishes or desires other than his own.

A kid who loves music and cyberspace a bit too much for her own good, and also loves parties. Maybe someday in the far future she'll be the top artist in pop music, but for now, who knows?

A character in an anime involving insane cultist trying to "cleanse all things unclean" in their own perverted relgious idealistic ways. Their actions actually prompt a fallen angel to act in hopes of being allowed back into heaven. However he can't help but to be in agreement with the beliefs of the cultists as he kills each leader he's finding it harder to continue is mission...

In the far Northern lands, people fear a spirit wandering along the shore side of the ocean... Always with him, is a penguin, that the inhabitants don't know the name of and call him 'the small and vicious'. Some say that he is a spirit of a man who came from a far land, which explains his blonde hair and fair complexion, and fell in love with one of the Sea Spirit Maidens. He went on brave quest to save her from her curse, when the ocean froze over, but only returned as a spirit that haunts the shores now, never able to enter the water and its depths to meet or help his beloved...

That is quite a curse =(

'What a lovely ball this will be!' she thinks to herself as her carriage approaches the ebony gates of Baron Vladimir's Castle. It took years of toil and trickery for this foreign woman to weasel her way into nobility of the westerners. This man's parties were known far and wide. It was an honor to be invited but more than that she looked forward to a good time. Little did she or her husband know the Baron was quite looking forward to her visit too.

Sorry. v_v I am in creative, albeit a little solemn mood and it is seeping out. -fingers itch to rp v_v-

A creature born from hate and fear, it wanders around, seeking for prey - those who are consumed of either of these emotions. Gifted with various powers, it always reaches its goal... However, there is a person who has decided to tame this beast, but no one has idea if it is for the good of world or for its domination... So, epic battle starts.

-also resists the urge to pet :3-

A woman of fine and exquisite tastes, Sadrain is a wealthy member of the nobility. She wasn't born into this life; it was only acquired by years of hardwork on her part and the large dowry her family saved up for her marriage to a neighboring lord. She secretly longs for what might have been if she had led a normal life, free of her parents' lofty ambitions for her. With her husband's recent death, she finds herself free of the bonds that have been placed upon her over the years, leaving her to finally choose her own path.

Having come back from a party, she squeezed her eyes shut and fluffed her wings. Her halo shook with each step. Setting the baby basket on her foot, she sat down on the curb and mockingly blew her noisemaker. She spent the rest of the night doing so.

Intro-Extro is a girl afflicted with split-personality. Intro is the sweet, shy personality, who suffers from social anxiety. Extro, on the other hand, is loud and outgoing, friendly and vivacious with more confidence than you can shake a stick at. The two identities are quite aware of one another and view each other as sisters. They both look forward too and fear the day they will become one again, for while that means they'll be whole once more, that also means they will cease to exist as individuals. When the time comes to make the choice, will they choose to remain separate or unite together to be what they once were?

"Congratulations! You're dead!" is the first thing someone hears whenever this Angel of Death swings her scythe. Once a normal angel, she was cast out for the sin of being too original. She wandered the vast cities and towns of Earth without a clue where she was going, until she ran into a handsome young man... and killed him. Well, she WAS an angel. The ultimate expression of love, to her, was being reunited with the Light. Once she figured out that death was permanent, however, she went a little nuts.

The god up above saw this, and sated his sadistic desire for torturing the species he had created, by making this Ex-Angel an Angel of Death. Nothing like the first face you see when dying blowing a party-maker in your face, and giving you a full-frontal. The wings? Yeah, they're just for decoration. She stole the halo off another angel, and kept it because 'It looked pretty'.

But hey! Now she gets to kill things! And send them to the Light, where it's all happy and pretty and sunshiny allllllll day!

"Butterflies are so..." Arrikanez stopped himself. "No, no, I'm supposed to be taking care of them, not eating them..." He sighed. He knew it was for the best, because he did need the money, but he really did wish he could nibble on one of them. They were tasty and made good jewelry if one was careful.

Once a rich, beautiful young girl, Serra started studying magic and sorcery, as many rich nobles did. However, she became intrigued by dark magic. She secretly started to study the art of black magic until it consumed her completely. She abandoned her old life of faking smiles to be polite and now runs rampant summoning shadows and voluntarily corrupting her very soul.

The chillingly beautiful Ice Demon from the Northern Forest has left her violent past behind...mostly. Her home forest was destroyed as she fled, wounded, and completely powerless to save it. Her home is now in a secluded Valley once home to dwarves. There she tends to the young forest she has miraculously has created in a once barren land. She defends her forest viciously. The first shot of her arrow being the only sign of mercy before she kills the intruders should they not turn back immediately.

It seemed to be a normal andriod. But they were wrong. Oh so wrong. It's one eye glowed red with a sly grin on it's face. The small stick it was at once holding turned into a large, black and red staff. A demonic halo slowly appeared over it's body.

The young sorcerer wanders the land, seeking out the remnants of evil and battling them with his mystic spear and smoke. If disarmed, he resorts to his last defense, the claws he was granted by the goddess he serves. He is undefeated so far, though he bears the scars of his encounters. How long can his winning streak last?

The cat-that-dreamed-too-much soon dreamed its way into magic and sorcery, where its curiosity got the better of it. Her master's bubbling potions and amulets were too much of a temptation to pass up, and with its strange ability to read, it cast a transfiguration spell on itself and set off to explore the world outside the wizard's cottage.

Unfortunately in order to maintain her form, kept up by a steady flow of energy, she needed to form a pact with a benign lesser demon, whose darker side has sparked a fondness for blood magic in the young feline-turned-human.

The assassin roamed the darkened alleyways as he searched for his next job- a rogue spy. Espy crept along with stealth, his swords drawn as to avoid the clinking of metal.

A clock tower chimed in the distance, he hastened his pace. The sun would rise in a few hours, he couldn't finish his work in the light of day..He might get caught. Espy smirked from beneath his mask, Him? Getting caught? Not on his life. No- not on his job. His job always came first. If he died, that was one thing; but if he was thrown into prison..Now that would be hell.

This confused demon didn't know what he was doing. Helping old people across the street. Walking his neighbors dog. Donating money to Give Kids the World and donating time to volunteer in the library. Soon ~ his head started glowing and he noticed small white bumps on his back. With every good deed his head glowed brighter and the bumps on his back grew bigger. Those bumps started sprouting feathers. The glow started taking a roundish shape.

His demon.ness was turning into angel.ness!

In slumber she laid in the lab, the rust and decay around her leaving her untouched. It seemed time itself had no need to mar the sleeping android, letting her be as the building around her deteriorated over the years. Unaware of her surroundings, she slept peacefully, waiting for the time that mankind would return to the surface once more to awaken her.

This wasn't the right party. She was supposed to be attending the Hallow's Eve party in the next room, and instead had walked in on a dark-magic gathering of no less than 30 people, all staring at her like she was completely off her rocker. Regardless, she still blew the noisemaker happily, and jumped about in the air, waving her arms wildly, and screaming "Happy Halloween!" - Unfortunately, the black-magic guys really didn't take well to that action, and started chasing her.

Although it wasn't exactly child's play to jump out the window and run down the fire-escape at full tilt, she managed, hitting the concrete with an audible thud as she jumped the last couple of feet to the ground. Seems as though the boots were coming in handy after all. She checked to make sure nothing indecent was showing, and looked up - finding the black-magic practitioners still hot on her tail. So said tail HIGHtailed it out of the alley, and toward a nearby seller's stall, where she snagged a pretty scarf [Ooo! Shiny!] while the owner wasn't looking, and wrapped it around her shoulders. The silk didn't seem to match the rest of her outfit, but at this point, she didn't care. She was running for her life. Those black-magic guys could get SO pushy!

The haunting melody wafted through the air, the song the only thing left with him here except -them-. Butterflies. The spirits of the fallen. All that was left in this desolate wasteland of a world. The fires of war had razed both city and countryside alike, leaving nothing but the black, ash-like sand in its wake. He was the only one left, the only one who could salvage from the ruins of his world.

His eyes closed as his song grew louder and louder, filling the void of silence that encompassed him. The butterflies, red and ethereal, gathered, drawn by it's call. The black sea of sand was soon flooded with fluttering red, the song growing even louder still, the words of old weaving their power. He was nervous, but... this was the only way.

The last syllable fell from his lips, signalling the end. One, by one, by each single one, the butterflies flickered and faded, disappearing. A sad smile crossed his lips as the last one disappeared, eyes drifting shut as he felt himself begin to do the same. He felt warm and at ease....and then he was gone.

The scene replayed itself over and over in his head, blood and viscera splatters painting a rather gruesome picture. They'd taken away the one person he loved, more than anything. They'd laughed at his pain, his horror, his anguish.... His emotions had run strong enough that they'd burnt themselves out. He was empty, save for one emotion: revenge.

And revenge he would have. He'd see them all pay, each and every one of them. With this in mind, he headed off, leaving his broken past behind him as he headed off to an unsure future.

A mothering caregiver from the heavens taking care of an abandoned phoenix that was left to live on their own.

The ninja kitsune stalks the dark street of the city at night, unleashing blood vengeance on the killers of his clan one by one. Will he complete his quest before the city guard kills him?

She could feel the dark magic crackling in the air around her, nipping at her exposed shoulders. She shrugged the uncomfortable tingling off, continuing across the ash-blackened wasteland. She'd already lost her home, her family, her own identity to them... what else was there to lose? Sword in hand, she proudly trekked on to deliver her vengeance, a wingless valkyrie alone amongst the sooted sands.

"Friend, what have you found?" Ask the angel as it watches the white bird flying back to her. In it's talons was a bright yellow cloth-- a sign that the person she was tracking down was close by. As the newest angel in heaven, it was required for the new recruits to go and help someone on the world. She had one of the most difficult cases ever known to the angels. How in the world she was going to finish her job was beyond her knowledge, but she knew that it had to be done... no matter what.

The shifter was skilled in the art of deceit. Besting even the ultimate Betrayer and Lord of Hell Lucifer himself! He stole powers from the patrons both heaven and hell for himself and with over a thousand years of careful study and planning he subtly stitches the final touches to his evil plan for dominion both spiritual worlds.

It was done. The screams behind him slowly dwindled in the rain as the flames consumed them all. A smirk curved his lips as he wiped the crimson off of his blade. They'd payed for the tithe for their sins, the weight of their wrongdoings finally beating them down. And he was more than glad to be the harbinger of their judgement. It was a thankless duty, but he enjoyed it regardless. Silently, he moved on, off to right another percieved wrong.

A Mage finally graduating from mage college and is partying it up!
(yeah that's all I got)

The wintery day was coming to a close and the merchant was putting away his things. Before he could finish, a group of bandits jumped in and held him at his neck. "Give us all your items or we'll kill you!" The merchant seemed amused, chuckling at the bandit holding him down. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm afraid I can't comply." the merchant mentioned. Enraged, the bandit held up the blade and was about to strike at the merchant, only to be stopped in place. The merchant calmly got out of the bandit's hold and watched as the rest of the group started freezing up as well. He gave a chuckle and finished packing up. The winter night was coming and he turned to the bandits. "It was nice doing business with you, but I must take my leave. The winter nights can be truly... merciless..." He cackled before he moved his hands, making the winter wind bury the bandits under a huge pile of snow. Finally finished, he turned around with his items and was well on his way to find shelter for the night.

An angel with unquestionable loyalties to his King. He has slaughtered many people in his name without a second thought- until something traumatizes his belief system. In a romantic setting, it would be a human girl, and instead of killing her as he had been ordered to, he would leave her alone. Conflicted by whatever she had said to him, he would unwittingly follow her with a scrutinous gaze. Little did he know, her death by his hands was to be a test of his loyalties to his King and not killing her leads to his descension from the heavens, now labeled as a fallen angel.