Demons,Humans,Angels.

[Farewell]

Zaida kept her relaxed face entertained by him "I doubt it." She hissed calmly. "I suppose I am... and I haven't talk anyone down... again I'm just not fond of nosey people like you, it's rude and I like to keep things to myself." She snarled a smile lightly. "and I doubt I'll need you, I enjoy doing things, determined to do them on my own. However I appreciate the offer." she gave a small now with her head, and walking off. ~Odd hybrid~ she thought, having to act a bit rude to drive him away, a bit relieved it worked.

[Crest Is Dead ((For Now))]

*Oryx walks beside Crest* I know... but we must stand strong, Demons are relentless, and our forces are getting weaker...

*Crest turned to Oryx and sigheYeeWhat do you want Oryx? Your non better than the demons. You've doomed us.  *He walks off hands on his guns.* Bloody hell.  *he enters asmall ruined building and climbs to the top of the building * We're never gonna win this war. *He says, he sits down on the cobbled roof*

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al grinned as he walked away, amused by Zaida. I swear... If it isn't her cockiness that gets her killed... The monfolfgle turned a corner and decided to get back to business. I'm sure there are more Angels and Demons on the hitlist. Best start thinking of how I'm gonna survive this when it literally blows over. He continued walking through the city, disappearing into the crowds.

[Crest Is Dead ((For Now))]

*Crest grabbed a large sketchbook and brought out a pencil. There are many sketches of the city inside the book. He turns to a fresh page and starts sketching the city.*

[Cifero Windtail]

Name: Clare Susannah Arrow

Gender: Female

Species: Wolf/Nephilim (brown/light brown fur coloring, purple eyes)

Faction: Fallen God

Clothing: Casual (Usually t-shirts/tank tops and pants/jeans/shorts); however, has a bodysuit for combat

Weapons and equipment: Enchanted longsword, bodysuit (Similar to this [WARNING: MAY BE NSFW] [size=78%]http://static1.e926.net/data/2a/0f/2a0fd47c240715efd59be2a43b7d562e.png[/size][/font] However, the chest area is entirely covered, the pants have pockets and are not that low, the utility/ammunition belt is more like a real belt, and there is a nearly invisible metal mesh covering the space between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her pants), pistol, grappling hook gun, etc. (I'll decide physical posessions fully later)


Abilities:

• Stronger and faster than a normal fur
• Can take more punishment than a normal fur, but heals at the normal rate
• Invulnerable to mind control spells; however, sleep spells and nightmare spells can pacify her
• Does not scar up (anymore)
• Able to breathe in extreme conditions (In other words, underwater, in high altitudes, in situations involving gases or acids)
• Has a small personal pocket dimension for storing certain items (only 10 at a time; does not include the longsword)
• Their main weapon, the enchanted longsword, is more or less bound to her; as such, she cannot lose it, and it cannot be broken unless she, herself, dies. When not in use, it is stored in a special pocket dimension slot that is especially for itself. It also returns to this slot if she is disarmed or if it is taken from her, with a wait time of 5 seconds before it returns. In addition, the sword can also be thrown and, once thrown, can be controlled with her mind to hit a target, gravity being no issue. While under mind control, the 5-second rule does not apply; however, this particular ability requires her full focus to pull off. If it is interrupted, then the sword acts in the same way that it would if she was disarmed.

Rank (Leader, commander, General, ect ): No idea (At the moment, just trying to find a purpose...)

[Oryxtheking]

*Oryx leaves the church, and goes for a walk*sighs* this war...I'm starting to think it was a mistake, we don't have enough forces to keep battling, we might lose this...

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al had retreated back to his apartment and lay on the couch. Ugh... I don't know who to get anymore... I remember back when people would actually hire me... Those were always fun. Maybe I'm just not making much of a name for myself anymore... He sat up, looking at his rack of weapons. Maybe it's time I actually choose a side. I wonder who's winning this war anyway... Al sat up and walked over to the kitchen to make himself a coffee.

[Cifero Windtail]

Clare wandered around the town, keeping to the shadows as she skulked about. ... This is just madness, she thought, touching a nearly-healed bullet wound on her arm. Just who am I supposed to be fighting in this war? The angels call me a demon... the demons call me an angel... and I don't think I belong with humans. The wolf looked up at the sky. ...I'm not normal enough. Sighing, Clare kept an ear cocked and an eye open for any danger;  in this war, somehow, someone had painted a huge target on her back.

[Oryxtheking]

*Oryx walks around town, eventually finding Clare*draws his knife* what are you doing here, demon?

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al turned on his laptop and went onto his online hitlist, going through various angels, demons and people. Oryx... Crest... Lovien... Of course the leaders of the factions ar-.... Clare...? Zaida...? Wait... I know her... I saw her earlier... Why do people want them dead... And more importantly... why do they also want them alive? Guess this calls for another interview... Al got up and began arming himself. Only his katanas and his knives.

[Cifero Windtail]

Clare froze. Sh*t. "Just... taking a stroll," she said. "However, I believe you're mistaken in stereotyping me. I'm not a demon." The wolf tensed, preparing to call her sword at a moment's notice.

[Dr. Alka Wolf]

Al headed out of his apartment, going onto the roof of the building and scouting the area. She was last seen not to far from here... Maybe I could pick up some tracks. Al jumped down and began surveying the nearby part of town for any signs of Clare.


((For positioning's sake, he's not exactly close enough to the fight to hear it or intervene. At least, he's not close enough now.))

[Oryxtheking]

((Sorry for taking so long))


then...what are you? *keeps knife ready*

[Crest Is Dead ((For Now))]

*Crest finished sketching and stood up. He saw Oryx and Clare.* Who the hell is that? *he said examing Clare. He climbed off the roof and exited the building.  Running towards the two*

[Cifero Windtail]

Clare shrugged. "Someone who thinks, Mr. Angel," she replied. "I'm not our enemy, but I can't be your ally... I'm not sure what you think of me, but your brethren appear to hate me, attacking me on sight." She grinned. "... To be honest, this talking is quite refreshing. It's a shame when agonistic behaviors become the go-to for the sentient..."