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20
PRONOUNS
She/ Her
SEXUALITY
X
CLASS
Priestess
UNSORTED
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Aug 20, 2022 17:03:53 GMT
Post by Cecilia on Aug 20, 2022 17:03:53 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","landbor2"] [attr="class","landimgbg2"] [attr="class","landimage2"] [attr="class","landbod2"] [break] — A Deal with God — [break][break] The clicking of Cecilia's shoes echoed through the empty Cathedral. It looked like no one had been here in days...maybe even weeks. It was strange seeing this beauty abandoned. Every time she had visited Salisbury, she had shared the experience with many like-minded people seeking a glimpse of divinity itself. Salisbury Cathedral was founded in 1220 as a response to deteriorating relationships between the clergy and the military. Legend has it that the then Bishop of Old Sarum, having become disillusioned with the garrison in the town, decided he would move the seat of his influence by building a new cathedral. He took up a bow and pledged to found his church wherever the arrow fell, before firing it out of the window. Unbeknown to him, the arrow struck the side of a deer and was carried several miles through the countryside before coming to lie on the site of today's Cathedral. [break][break]  [break][break] The legend and its unique architecture drew many people to the sleepy town of Wiltshire. There wasn't much more than the Cathedral in the town. That's what Cecilia loved so much about it. After her quick rise to fame, it was much harder for her to visit a church without being noticed or bothered. Every time she turned to Salisbury, she was saved from all of that. The souls that thought out the holy grounds had better things to do than focus on a starlet. When Cecilia was a little girl, her uncle had taken her to the Cathedral - creating her first memory with Lord. She remembered the day as if it was yesterday: Her white dress, the dead dove on the floor, the light and the bird spreading its wings again - a miracle that had unfolded in front of her eyes. [break][break] Maybe she was hoping for another miracle... that's why she had returned to the beloved house of god. It had been days since the traumatising events of the "tutorial", and slowly, Cecilia began to understand it wasn't a TV show nor some weird VR game. Something had changed the world. Perhaps this was a test from the Lord - a final calling? Hoping to find some answers, she made her way to Wiltshire. Gliding on her knees, she prayed in front of the alter, the rainbow light of the stained glass windows illuminating her pale face. [break][break] "Dear God, I am turning to you - seeking your love. Something has happened to our world. And my heart is filled with questions. Please send me a sign. Is this your doing? Your will?", Cecilia's voice echoed through the air in a melody of hope and fear. [break][break]  [googlefont=Poppins] [googlefont=Nunito] [newclass=".landbor2"] width: 450px; height: 100%; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: auto; overflow: auto; background-image:URL(https://images2.imgbox.com/b3/f4/0gF1p8K1_o.png); background-size: 100%;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2"] width: 370px; height: 400px; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: #fff; margin: 20px; overflow: auto;[/newclass] [newclass=".landtag2] font-family: 'Nunito', sans-serif; font-size: 9px; color: #fff; line-height: 10px; padding: 9px; float: right; margin: 20px; border:solid 1px #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimage2] width:100px; height: 100px; margin: auto; border-radius: 100%; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimgbg2] width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100%; margin: auto; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #0c364c; border-left: 2px solid #7fd8fe; border-bottom: 2px solid #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 b"] color: #65adc8; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 i"] color: #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar"] width:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"] background:#7fd8fe;border:0px[/newclass] |
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there is only one savior, and it's me.
AGE
23
PRONOUNS
he/him
SEXUALITY
heterosexual
CLASS
seraph
UNSORTED
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Aug 20, 2022 17:57:08 GMT
Post by Vincent Cross on Aug 20, 2022 17:57:08 GMT
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Throughout man's history, in such dire times, humanity always learned to adapt and persevere. However, before any of these instances of adaptation, at the start of every calamity, there's always a point of brief regression; a point where society would embrace chaos and discord rather than find a way to fix the problem. Anyone and everyone would do whatever it may take to comfortably live; even if meant they had to resort to theft and violence. You can't blame them, humans are simply selfish in nature, a fact brought upon by mankind's instinctual self preservation. And there's no better time to showcase just how deplorable humanity is than with the current state of the world.
[break][break]Vincent had been through various waypoints across the globe ever since the first few batches of tutorials had concluded. By the looks of it, monsters weren't even the immediate threat; out of ten waypoints, five had spawn campers all prepared to kill people who were none the wiser just to alleviate their situation. As such, even in safe zones like London, Vincent held his weapon out. It's better to be safe than sorry, as they would say.
[break][break]At the time, Vincent roamed the verdant plains of UK's countryside, admiring just how different it all seemed from the apocalyptic visage of other places. It was comforting, almost, like a scenic painting hung over by the fireplace. As though being called by it, the silver haired man was naturally drawn towards the nearby Cathedral along his path. Perhaps a side effect of his holy Seraph class? He couldn't confirm. It was of Gothic make and blended perfectly with such a painterly scenery. He pushed its doors open, allowing him just enough space to enter.
[break][break]At times like these, people were simply far too busy to pray for the weak and weary, instead, they'd rather prey on the weak and weary. Hence, unsurprisingly, no one was home; save for one. Her prayers echoed throughout the cathedral as he knelt before the altar upfront. The green haired lady was lost in her own prayers. She seemed angelic, almost.
[break][break]He walked down the aisle, the clatter of his dress shoes echoed throughout the cathedral with every step. Not wanting to interrupt the lady's one-on-one talk with her God, he decided to remain silent. He sat on the front most row of pews and laid his spear across the tiled floor before him. Both his elbows sat on his knees as both his hands were clasped shut, his fingers intertwined. He held his head down for the moment, simply listening at the lady's prayers, waiting for her to finish before he may interact.
[break][break] "Perhaps." Vincent uttered as if replying to her prayers. He was a Seraph, after all; a divine messenger and the judgement of God.
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20
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She/ Her
SEXUALITY
X
CLASS
Priestess
UNSORTED
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Aug 20, 2022 18:25:08 GMT
Post by Cecilia on Aug 20, 2022 18:25:08 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","landbor2"] [attr="class","landimgbg2"] [attr="class","landimage2"] [attr="class","landbod2"] [break] — A Deal with God — "In nomine patris et filii, et spiritus... sancti. Amen!", relief rushed through Cecilia's body. Prayer always did that to her, elevating her heart for just a moment, releasing her of the tensions growing in her human soul. Worry had clouded her words. It was hard to put all the thoughts into a message to the high heavens. Too much had happened, and she wanted to make sure that everyone and everything had been included in her protective call for god's love. [break][break] In a trance, the green-haired lady hadn't even noticed the man who had so elegantly wandered into the cathedral. He had joined the angelic fresco and statues of saints in watching over her prayer. Surprise took over her expression as she turned to find the gentleman in the first row. At first, her instincts were calling for a fight-of-flight reaction, but she calmed herself quite quickly. The man had come to the house of god; he was a guest of his grace, too. A surely wasn't one of the many monsters she had fought. Quickly, Cecilia assured herself, checking her interface for any pop-up notifications. There were none. This was not a dungeon but a mere encounter of two souls in a church. [break][break] In her heart, a small harmony of hope started to play. Maybe he was god sent? Was this the message she was hoping for? In excitement, Cecilia stood up. "Hello there, I am sorry... I didn't notice you earlier", her voice was amplified by the emptiness of the endless hall echoing against the gothic structure. "I shouldn't raise my voice in here. I am just so surprised to find another soul here. I was convinced Wiltshire was abandoned" Cecilia gently walked over, gliding down next to the visitor, carefully deducting if he was praying. Shame filled her thoughts; she should have checked before opening her mouth. How rude of her. [break][break] [googlefont=Poppins] [googlefont=Nunito] [newclass=".landbor2"] width: 450px; height: 100%; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: auto; overflow: auto; background-image:URL(https://images2.imgbox.com/b3/f4/0gF1p8K1_o.png); background-size: 100%;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2"] width: 370px; height: 400px; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: #fff; margin: 20px; overflow: auto;[/newclass] [newclass=".landtag2] font-family: 'Nunito', sans-serif; font-size: 9px; color: #fff; line-height: 10px; padding: 9px; float: right; margin: 20px; border:solid 1px #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimage2] width:100px; height: 100px; margin: auto; border-radius: 100%; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimgbg2] width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100%; margin: auto; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #0c364c; border-left: 2px solid #7fd8fe; border-bottom: 2px solid #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 b"] color: #65adc8; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 i"] color: #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar"] width:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"] background:#7fd8fe;border:0px[/newclass] |
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there is only one savior, and it's me.
AGE
23
PRONOUNS
he/him
SEXUALITY
heterosexual
CLASS
seraph
UNSORTED
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Post by Vincent Cross on Aug 21, 2022 0:06:05 GMT
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"Ah, it's fine." Vincent replied. "I was hoping I didn't disturb you and your prayers." It was weird, simply far too strange for Vincent to discover the likes of her on a new lawless world such as this. He thought for sure that the pure won't survive. But there she was, in the flesh.
[break][break]Thus far, everyone he met ever since the event had already denounced their faith in God. Everyone believed for it to be the reckoning, and that they were already in hell. Vincent, however, wasn't as hasty as everyone else. Perhaps due to the nature of his class? Whatever it was, there lies hope in him; but he knows he's no saint either.
[break][break]Then it dawned upon him. "But don't I... know you?" He asked. "You seem familiar." He couldn't quite pinpoint it just yet, however, it was very much due to her occupation as a model. The Catholic Church regarded her as the "modern day angel" and used her likeness to promote the usual Catholic agendas; go to church, pray to God, and many more under her more angelic images to capture public attention. She'd appear on Catholic digests, magazines and websites; frequent enough for Vincent to passively remember her features.
[break][break]And with wealth came connection to others of similar status. Being one of the wealthiest families in America, naturally, they had connections across the globe. Unbeknownst to him, the chances of him already having met the lady before him during their youth was highly likely. But such an obscure memory would've surely slipped past his mind.
[break][break] "You're..." The silver haired man paused, lost in thought, as he tried his best to remember such an unforgettable face.
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Post by Cecilia on Aug 21, 2022 9:51:23 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","landbor2"] [attr="class","landimgbg2"] [attr="class","landimage2"] [attr="class","landbod2"] [break] — A Deal with God — "You are ... You are free to eat from any tree in the garden, but you must not eat from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, for when you eat from it, you will certainly die. - Genesis 2:17", the woman's eyes sparkled as she lifted her head. "Oh, excuse me. My thoughts just drifted for a moment. It's just ... I had this verse on my mind all morning. I am Cecilia. Cecilia van Blossom. It's a pleasure to meet you", gracefully, the priestess extended her hand to greet the stranger. Judging by the man's posture and intonation, he must be someone of status. Cecilia was very good at deducting those things. Anyone could hang themselves with riches, but the subtle mannerism of the upper class was hard to mimic if not taught from birth. A familiarity surrounded the pale face of the stranger... maybe he wasn't unknown to her? Her head still stuck in her prayer, Cecilia couldn't quite put her finger on it. Eagerly she waited for the man's voice to announce his name. Before, her thoughts carried away to Genesis once more ... [break][break] Genesis 2:17, Cecilia had always loved this verse as it held much more mystery than most people noticed. Back in bible class, Vicar Vermond would teach about God's warning, a test of mankind humanity failed and was punished for...the danger of curiosity... fear for the consequence of disobedience. But Cecilia had never believed that. There was so much more to it than a simple lecture. God wasn't just some wrathful being punishing his children for a mistake. If you looked at the words closely, you would notice a lie. Yes, indeed, a lie spun by the creator himself. Paradox, as his teachings praise truth - but there it rested amongst the most important story of humanity. The creation...[break][break] "You will certainly die", the warning that was supposed to prevent Adam from reaching for the tree's fruit - a lie. Yet death wasn't the punishment... It was the fall from Elysium, as we learned from Eve's encounter with the snake. The Lord is all-knowing, so he must have seen what was coming. Why did he choose to mask the truth? Or did he change his mind as he couldn't see humanity disappear in the cold hands of death? Another theory sparkled in Cecilia's mind. It wasn't for a test of obedience that God had forbidden to consume the apples of the tree of knowledge. God was a loving father protecting his children... protecting Adam and Eve from inside unbearable for humanity to carry. The knowledge of good and evil... [break][break] In her heart, Cecilia believed in God's grace, knowing he would act in favour of his creation. After all, we were all made in his image. At least the handsome stranger in front of her was. Something about him just seemed so aethereal. Looking closer at his fine features, Cecilia couldn't help but notice a similarity between the man and Michelangelo's depiction of Adam: Handsome, strong and heavenly. Inspecting the beautiful carnation of Adam, Cecilia found the words she had been looking for: [break][break] "Oh...Vincent Cross, isn't it? I am sorry I didn't recognise you at first. It has been quite some time. You look well. What a surprise", the group blessed with God's gift of wealth and power was small. Cecilia remembered the Cross family well: Heralds of the Lord's word with a multi-media empire and spun across the globe. The family was present on the glorious day of her performance in the Vatican, making sure it would reach beyond the painted walls to the masses. The power of media... Her heart filled with sadness for a brief moment as she remembered the tragic headlines and the handsome face of her opposite coloured in grief printed in the papers. An image unforgettable ...that let her to remember Vincent. Although he and Cecilia were circulating in the same society, the model had very little moments in past years to reconnect with friends and family as business was carrying her across the globe. Of course the Van Blossom family had attended the funeral if there had been one? Cecilia wasn't sure anymore... If she only had a functioning phone, one call with her sister would solve the riddle. [break][break] There was comfort in meeting a familiar face in these strange times. Cecilia tried hard to remember the last time she had met Vincent. Was it at the MET Gala or maybe at a royal wedding? Hopefully, he would enlighten her. Nevertheless, it was comforting to know she had found someone to whom she could relate on some level. 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there is only one savior, and it's me.
AGE
23
PRONOUNS
he/him
SEXUALITY
heterosexual
CLASS
seraph
UNSORTED
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Aug 21, 2022 13:09:41 GMT
Post by Vincent Cross on Aug 21, 2022 13:09:41 GMT
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Yet again, within the comfort of God's temple, Vincent was able to find genuine connection. She might not have been someone close enough for him to consider eachother as best of friends, but she an acquaintance nevertheless. As she would recite her bible verse, Vincent raised a single brow out of both intrigue and confusion.
[break][break]"And the serpent said unto the woman, Ye shall not surely die: for God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil... Genesis, chapter three, verses four and five..." As if their minds were oddly intertwined, Vincent replied, having a vague idea of what she had in mind. It is true, just as the serpent said, death was far from certain. Instead, God simply feared for his own creations to be gods themselves. Now look at them, harnessing god-like power as the serpent foretold.
[break][break]As a gesture of courtesy and politeness, following tradition of the likes of van Blossoms; Vincent took the lady's hand and gave it a gentle kiss on top with a bow. "Ah, Ms. Van Blossom, yes." He shook his head. "How could I forget. It is a pleasure meeting you once again." He couldn't quite remember where, but he was very much sure they had crossed paths before, on multiple occasions no less.
[break][break]"The MET Gala, perhaps you may remember? Or... ah, the Vatican, maybe?" He listed, hoping to confirm what he had in mind. Eventually, she was able to recall his name. "Right, Vincent Cross. I'm surprised you remembered my name; often people would only recall my father's, or my mother's, and call me the son of this and that."
He smiled, rather unfortunate, however he couldn't truly blame anyone who had ever referred to him as such.
[break][break] "I see you're just as devout as the articles once told, still." Vincent paused as he inched to his left, granting Cecilia some space to his right for her to sit on. With one hand, the silver haired man gestured for her to take the seat beside him. "Would it be rude for me to ask how it went?" He asked. "Your life so far after the 'change', I mean."
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20
PRONOUNS
She/ Her
SEXUALITY
X
CLASS
Priestess
UNSORTED
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Aug 21, 2022 18:34:25 GMT
Post by Cecilia on Aug 21, 2022 18:34:25 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","landbor2"] [attr="class","landimgbg2"] [attr="class","landimage2"] [attr="class","landbod2"] [break] — A Deal with God — "Please call me Cecilia", the lady met Vincent's greeting with delight. It was comforting that in this calamity, some maintained manner and etiquette. Willingly she expected his invitation and sat down next to him, of course, at an appropriate distance. Up close, Cecilia couldn't help but notice his silver hair. Looking back at her previous encounters, it always made him stand amongst the crowd. " I think the last time we met, your family chaired the MET Gala. Was it heavenly bodies featuring the great influence of catholicism on fashion?", Cecilia tried hard to remember. Certainly, the Cross Family was in attendance, but she didn't recall if the two had crossed paths that day. It was a busy night, and she had featured the centrepiece of the exhibition: A gown inspired by Saint Jean D'Arc herself - a heavy gown with plated armour weaved into it. Its train alone weight several pounds and left a heavy bruise on Cecilia's leg, which didn't heel for a week. Complaining, tho, was not something known in the Van Blossom family. All members shared a religious optimism and faith in a better tomorrow. [break][break] A faint tone of sadness echoed through the halls when Vincent spoke of his parents. Cecilia wasn't sure if it was his words or her imagination driving her back to the tabloid headlines of their death. Ever since Lady D's demise, she had not read anything so sad and so close. "Well, the Lord is our shepherd. In the good as well as in challenging times like this. I came to find some answers, and it seems my prayer was heard as when I opened my eyes, you were here...In Wiltshire of all the places. It must be a heavenly message", humour was masking the hope that carried Cecilia's voice. Surprise and relief could only begin to describe how she felt when she noticed Vincent's presence. [break][break] Gently, Cecilia folded her long black dress to the side as she turned towards Vincent. "Not at all; it would be a lie if I told you I wasn't interested in how things had been for you either... but let me answer your question first. At first, I didn't understand any of what was going on. I thought it was a cruel joke... some sort of TV production my agent had booked me on. How foolish", Cecilia looked down, acknowledging her own shortcoming. "After the 'change' - you may called it, I had woken up in the London Museum of Natural History chased by monstrous lizards. Many others were with me, but only a few survived. Luckily, God was looking out for me and blessed me with the strength to face this challenge", she carefully opened her interface to reveal it to her old acquaintance. [break][break] Level 3 - Priestess [break][break] "It seems that I have been blessed to call upon divinity to aid those around me. I am able to heal the injured and summon angelic force for support", her words were dressed in gratitude as she closed her stats again. "I wonder... could this be our final judgement?", Cecilia's gaze turned to the ceiling and focused on the golden cross illuminated by the rainbow light of the church's windows. Was this really the end? [break][break]  [googlefont=Poppins] [googlefont=Nunito] [newclass=".landbor2"] width: 450px; height: 100%; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: auto; overflow: auto; background-image:URL(https://images2.imgbox.com/b3/f4/0gF1p8K1_o.png); background-size: 100%;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2"] width: 370px; height: 400px; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: #fff; margin: 20px; overflow: auto;[/newclass] [newclass=".landtag2] font-family: 'Nunito', sans-serif; font-size: 9px; color: #fff; line-height: 10px; padding: 9px; float: right; margin: 20px; border:solid 1px #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimage2] width:100px; height: 100px; margin: auto; border-radius: 100%; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimgbg2] width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100%; margin: auto; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #0c364c; border-left: 2px solid #7fd8fe; border-bottom: 2px solid #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 b"] color: #65adc8; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 i"] color: #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar"] width:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"] background:#7fd8fe;border:0px[/newclass] |
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there is only one savior, and it's me.
AGE
23
PRONOUNS
he/him
SEXUALITY
heterosexual
CLASS
seraph
UNSORTED
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Post by Vincent Cross on Aug 22, 2022 2:01:54 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","landbor2"] [attr="class","landimgbg2"] [attr="class","landimage2"] [attr="class","landbod2"] "Not quite sure." Vincent shrugged. "I never paid attention to gala themes." He chuckled. He could remember waht he wore, though; coat, shoes, and slacks, all perfectly white, and no undershirt. He could vaguely remember the details, however, but he had likely never interacted with Cecilia aside from the occasional smiles and nods at one another whenever their eyes met. [break][break] "Divine message or not, I'm glad to have met someone who hasn't lost all sense just yet." He sighed. He listened as the lady with verdant hair recalled events of what had happened to her during the "change", or so he called it. And blessed is she, indeed, as she revealed to him her class. A priestess, fitting, he thought. In exchange, he too flashed his own class and level for Cecilia to see. [break][break] — VINCENT CROSS —
[break]SERAPH ( LV. 5 ) [break] "I guess you could say I've been blessed as well." He uttered. Seraph, the highest choir of the angelic hierarchy as the Catholic faith would state; the caretakers of God's throne. He closed his pop-up after giving the lady before him some time to read. It was quite the coincidence indeed, he thought, for him to meet a similarly holy aligned class inside a chapel of all places. [break][break] "I was met with something similar." He said, answering Cecilia's curiosity with regards to his fate back when the change initially occurred. "I've been transported to an unknown building along with others. As far as I knew, only few survived; five or so including me was my count. I couldn't identify the place when I had the chance to go out, it was in far too much ruin."[googlefont=Poppins] [googlefont=Nunito] [newclass=".landbor2"] width: 450px; height: 100%; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: auto; overflow: auto; background-image:URL(https://i.ibb.co/4fRBbnH/POPUPS-CUT-1.png) !important; background-size: 100%;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2"] width: 370px; height: 400px; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: #fff; margin: 20px; overflow: auto;[/newclass] [newclass=".landtag2] font-family: 'Nunito', sans-serif; font-size: 9px; color: #fff; line-height: 10px; padding: 9px; float: right; margin: 20px; border:solid 1px #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimage2] width:100px; height: 100px; margin: auto; border-radius: 100%; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimgbg2] width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100%; margin: auto; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #0c364c; border-left: 2px solid #7fd8fe; border-bottom: 2px solid #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 b"] color: #65adc8; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 i"] color: #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar"] width:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"] background:#7fd8fe;border:0px[/newclass] |
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AGE
20
PRONOUNS
She/ Her
SEXUALITY
X
CLASS
Priestess
UNSORTED
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Aug 23, 2022 10:45:13 GMT
Post by Cecilia on Aug 23, 2022 10:45:13 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","landbor2"] [attr="class","landimgbg2"] [attr="class","landimage2"] [attr="class","landbod2"] [break] — A Deal with God — A seraph, the highest rank amongst god's angelic servants. Cecilia recalled exactly, where she had heard of the winged wonders before: A seminal passage in the Book of Isaiah (Isaiah 6:1–8) used the term to describe six-winged beings that fly around the Throne of God crying "holy, holy, holy". But they are also key players in the Book of Revelation, describing the end of days. Maybe this was indeed the apocalypse... [break][break] It all made too much sense; Vincent carried himself with a celestial aura. God must have sent him as a message to make sense of the ongoing...perhaps even with a mission. "I am sorry that something like this has happened to you as well. I wonder if all beings of earth found themselves woven into this. It indeed seems like this. My apologies for trapping you in my thoughts, but I couldn't help but wonder about your presence here. A Seraph meeting a priestess in a church after prayer seems rather biblical. I can't help but interpret it as a heavenly message", hoping Vincent might reveal more, her words carried curiosity. She turned to him, grabbing a bible that was so neatly tucked into the sides of the bench. [break][break] Waiting a moment for Vincent to share his thoughts of what he saw to be occurring here, she opened the bible looking for words of a priestess and a Seraph. Cecilia knew only of two Priestesses in the holy book: Huldah and Deborah were the principal professed woman prophets in the Nevi'im (Prophets) portion of the Hebrew Bible. According to Jewish tradition, Huldah was one of the "seven prophetesses", with Sarah, Miriam, Deborah, Hannah, Abigail and Esther. Yet, the Catholic interpretation did not mention a female priest, merely devoted ladies who sacrificed their lives in the name of god, like Saint Barabara. It wasn't the kindest scripture towards women. Cecilia always blamed that on a mistranslation of god's words. [break][break] Turning to Seraph, more answers seemed to be found. "Revelation 4:8 - And the four living creatures, each of them with six wings, are full of eyes all around and within, and day and night they never cease to say, “Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come!”, Cecilia read out the words that described Vincent's class. "What do you make of this?", looking to decrypt god's message, she hoped Vincent wouldn't take her for a foul, blinded by faith. But faith was all she had at the moment. [break][break] [googlefont=Poppins] [googlefont=Nunito] [newclass=".landbor2"] width: 450px; height: 100%; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: auto; overflow: auto; background-image:URL(https://images2.imgbox.com/b3/f4/0gF1p8K1_o.png); background-size: 100%;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2"] width: 370px; height: 400px; padding: 20px; text-align: justify; line-height: 20px; font-family: 'Nunito-Sans', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: #fff; margin: 20px; overflow: auto;[/newclass] [newclass=".landtag2] font-family: 'Nunito', sans-serif; font-size: 9px; color: #fff; line-height: 10px; padding: 9px; float: right; margin: 20px; border:solid 1px #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimage2] width:100px; height: 100px; margin: auto; border-radius: 100%; [/newclass] [newclass=".landimgbg2] width: 100px; height: 100px; border-radius: 100%; margin: auto; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #0c364c; border-left: 2px solid #7fd8fe; border-bottom: 2px solid #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 b"] color: #65adc8; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2 i"] color: #7fd8fe; [/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar"] width:3px;[/newclass] [newclass=".landbod2::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb"] background:#7fd8fe;border:0px[/newclass] |
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there is only one savior, and it's me.
AGE
23
PRONOUNS
he/him
SEXUALITY
heterosexual
CLASS
seraph
UNSORTED
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Aug 25, 2022 21:34:20 GMT
Post by Vincent Cross on Aug 25, 2022 21:34:20 GMT
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He couldn't help but wonder, could her frantic search for divine intervention and zealous belief in Christianity be an effect to her by the sudden change of reality? Or was she already like this before anything ever even happened? Either way, the green haired devotee peaked his interest; allowing Cecilia to have her fun by giving her the opportunity to speak in proverbs and gospels to someone like him who could understand, something she likely had been unable to do for far too long.
[break][break]"I cannot say anything for sure." Vincent replied. "I am but human, I do not claim to be an actual angel from the most high. I understand my flaws. However, I believe to have been granted this power for a reason. I seek nothing but the preservation and perseverance of what's left with humanity. To do that, I'd be needing more power, more influce, and I would like to someday form a group of like-minded individuals help me achieve these goals." He uttered, holding his arms out wide as though preaching his words. As he spoke, the sun had shifted its rays, now shining prismatic light directly onto Vincent through the stained glass window before them.
[break][break]"i hope you don't think too highly of me now, however, just because of some mere coincidence." He said, flashing a smile towards the verdant haired Priestess before him. "But the circumstances truly are bizarre."
[break][break]Perhaps it was a sign of God, or just a happy coincidence. Regardless, Vincent knew to think nothing much of it. The world changed, something the scriptures hadn't told them about. He fully expected the end to be something else entirely. He truly was a devout Catholic much like Cecilia, however, he didn't pass everything to be by God's perfect design.
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