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One Thousand Club
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Needed Role
Human Female
Pairing
Male X Female
Monster X Human
Genres
Fantasy, action, medieval, demons, dark themes, drama. ( Possible ) Romance, gore.
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Today was the day: your fourteenth birthday. As a resident of medieval london today was the day in which you were finally considered to be an adult by law. It was a happy day, one which your family celebrated and pampered you with gifts and treats. So far, it had all been quite amazing. You awoke in the morning to the aroma of your favorite breakfast, which was soon to be followed by an outing to a rather entertaining play beside the moat of the castle. Following this, you were gifted a free and very spectacular dinner at one of the most expensive taverns in town. All of it was quite fun, and so the day had passed you by in a flash. Soon enough, you found that the day was coming to its end. All the fun was over. You had just finished a very nice dinner prepared by your mother, and now were heading off to go to bed. However, before you could so such your father pulled you off to the side.
"Wait a moment, honey," he said with a small grin, releasing you. "It isn't over yet, you see, the church has decided to prepared a very special present for you. We need to head over now, alright?"
You nodded your head, excited for whatever was ahead. Your father was very close friends with the head priest of the church, and that man was one of quite a bit of wealth. If he had chosen to purchase a present for you, surely it must be something quite fantastic! You hummed with delight as you slipped on your shoes, before waiting patiently at the door with your father. He took a few minutes longer than you, however when he finally did arrive he carried with him an odd black case. For now, you ignored it, assuming it was merely part of your surprise. Now that you both had been prepared, you departed from your home and instead walked out into the narrow stone roads of london.
The first thing which hit you come your exit was the chilly night air. With no sun to warm you, temperatures had dropped significantly low. It was getting close to winter after all, and so these sorts of temperatures were simply to be expected. You walked a few feet behind your father into the night, despite knowing exactly where the church was. The walk wasn't a long one, but it was indeed a quiet one. This caused the time to feel as if had doubled, but soon enough you did arrive outside the church in the dead of night.
You looked up at the ivory structure. So pure it was, not even the darkness of night could surpass that brilliant white which covered the stone walls of the tiny building. It beheld a large triangular roof, a cross made from silver and gold proudly extending from the roof's highest point. All of the windows were lit with golden light, revealing the interior which was filled by rows upon rows of chairs. Stone statues occupied each wall, all creating beautiful displays of angels and maidens, all pulled from the bible. However, the most beautiful piece of the church would have to be the huge stain glass window which occupied its front. It was painted in vibrant colorings and depicted both a cross and an angel.
Always, the church was a very safe place to you. Since you were young, it had always been seen as something of protection. Whenever there was trouble, you were often told to head straight to the church. People said you would be safe there and protected from any sort of harm. Always, you believed them. However, you were completely unaware that tonight, your entire perception of this church would be warped completely. It wasn't as innocent as it appeared, and in the following moments you would learn this all quite quickly.
You were the first to enter the church, you shoes clicking against the smooth floors below you. Your father followed after you and shut the doors.
"So, where's my surprise?" you asked happily, turning to view your father. He granted you a small smile in return. "Well, it's downstairs. Follow me."
You nodded your head with joy and quickly followed after your father. He lead you to the back of the church where an old, wooden door stood tall. Upon it was a single rusty lock of copper, one which had already been opened and now hung loosely from the handle. Your father seemed not to care for it as he slid open the door which resulted in a loud, screeching creak. It hurt your ears just slightly, but you minded not. You were much too excited about whatever present lay ahead to care much for any simple annoyance.
When the door opened it revealed a long wooden stairwell paired with a copper railing. Curiously you gazed upon it, before your father took you hand and began to lead you down the steps. "Careful dear, they're pretty narrow," he warned you, peeking back up at you with a smile. You merely nodded your head, following behind your father.
About halfway down the stairwell you took notice to quite the odd noise. Breathing? Was that it? Certainly, it couldn't be the breath of anyone well. It sounded course and ragged, suggesting discomfort or pain. Perhaps one of the priests had merely caught a sore throat? That must be it, for whatever reason could there be? You smiled innocently and continued forth. The room had a bit of an odd smell to it. One which could be described as metallic, but you assumed it was merely the railing or roof.
After a minute or two, you finally found yourself on solid stone ground. Your father had moved on ahead of you and began to speak to another man.
"Is he ready?" you heard your father say, to which a voice much like the head priest's replied, "Yes, please bring her in."
"N-no... please, no more people," a much softer, weaker voice responded. It matched those breaths you heard earlier perfectly. Coarse, pained, and rough. Before you could dwell on the sound your father turned the corner and took your hand once more. He delivered a small and gentle tug to guide you forth, rounding the stairwell and heading into a room hidden beneath the staircase. The moment you stepped inside your eyes grew wide in surprise.
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There before you was a horrible, grotesque sight. A boy who couldn't be much older than you was seated, hung up against the wall by two metal restraints. His pale hands hung limply from each, blood staining the fair skin. His hair was a pure white, and while it was quite odd and curly in style, it was still somewhat interesting to view. However, what you could not see were his eyes. They were hidden away beneath the covering a black and thick blindfold. His shirt was a pale brown color, wore ripped and tattered while stained in many placed with dark red. Towards his stomach there was a very large tear in the shape of a cross. Between the broken fabric one could just make out the sight of two long and deep gashes, matching the same cross shape of the tear. His pants too were ripped and destroyed. Upon his right leg, the bottom half of his pant leg had been torn away by a long cut. The ankle on that same leg was quite bloody, smeary pools of blood visible on the cement ground below it. While the pant leg on his left leg was in one piece, a knife was stuck deep within the flesh of his calf. From that spot a small puddle of blood had formed. That alone was all quite horrific, but it wasn't all... What captured your attention the most would have to be the large white wing extending from his right side. The feathers of this wing were ruffled, messy, and stained red in many places. It alone was held up by a single nail of large scale which had been hammered into the bone of his wing. Behind it, one could see a large splatter of crimson, the same liquid leaking down from below his wing and onto the floor. His left side was missing a matching wing. Instead, all the remained there now was a large nb of feathers, blood smeared all over the wall behind it. A matching naile was in that same wall, holding many feathers under it.
It was all so horrible... what was this supposed to be? You looked over at your father with confused and scared eyes. In return, he only granted you with a smile.
"Happy birthday, dear," he said happily. "Today, you're going to be the luckiest girl in town... See him? That man is indeed and angel. Today, your going to be blessed with the present of his right wing. So long as you always have it, you'll live a promising and wonderful life. No sin will matter, for no matter what you do as long as you have an angel's wing, you'll still get up into heaven!"
Your father chuckled joyfully as he dropped his case upon the ground. He opened it up, revealing an assortment of knives to you. All of them were very large, resmeling what a butcher would use.
"Now dear, pick your favorite one... and then, go claim that wing."
You were shocked. What was all of this? A second glance around the room revealed the form of the priest off in the corner. In his hands he held the angel's missing wing, bloody and broken.
What were you going to do? Mutilate the poor man before you, or save him?
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-Height-
5ft 10in
-Weight-
121 LBS
-Name-
Shiro
-Age-
15
-Gender-
Male
-Race-
Angel
-Abilities-
LifeForce: Lifeforce is the manipulation of life energy to generate attacks or energy, or conjure physical objects such as weapons or armor. This ability feeds of of one's own energy and as a result, if too much is used, the user could die. If they're too weak, tired, or hungry, then they will be unable to use this ability.
Wing Regeneration: When his wings are harmed or removed, he can regenerate them using small supplements of his own energy.
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