Arch-Angles

That door was roughly shoved out of her way, wings tucked against her back as she proceeded into the tavern, dark purple pants barely staying on her hips, and that dragon tattoo went down that torso, always dressing so people could see it she didn't think much of it, she did wear a tunic that somehow kept her modest even though that tattoo went down between her breasts, and the tunic had no straps, but she didn't share that secret with anyone, a scarf wrapped around her face, her blonde hair loose in the back, but the brown silk could be lifted to hide her features. She had that sort of attitude that she was better than anyone to cross the earth, and purely blue eyes, with only black slits for pupils, like a cats, those wings ruffling a bit as she brushed past people, punching the first man to start hitting on her with a soft curl of her lip. She was an Arch-Angel, she wasn't good or evil, she was somewhere in between. Seating herself at the bar to watch the people, because this tomboy-ish femme didn't drink alcohol, and she didn't feel like ordering a drink at the moment.

Yes, I do have a pic for her, but you have to have Heromachine in order to load it, I'll eventually scan it and put it up on the page since I've already printed it, but I don't feel like doing that right now. She doesn't put up with much from anyone, and she doesn't have to be good because she's an angel, she's a warrior, she fights for what she believes is right, proves why she's on Rhy'din now, she changes weapons almost daily, but she has a few abilities which I will leave unlisted (AKA I don't know them yet). She's you "classic" blue-eyed, blonde-haired beauty, but she doesn't act like it, not always the quickest one, she will tear a man in half for hitting on her, she doesn't like it, and besides, "Angels don't do that. ::Of course speaking in that sticky sweet, overly innocent voice.::" Which, they do, but she doesn't, not with anyone she's seen so far, well, not entirely true, but I won't get into that, she might beat me up.

The door was pushed open with one pale hand, Her wings tucked around her carefully, when the light hit them just right they were a pale blue, but most the time they were a pure, tender white. She moved slowly inside, blue eyes timid as she watched those around her, quietly moving to a spot by herself, white robes adorning her tiny body, she seemed such a child, not something someone should leave all alone like this. Her blonde hair falling about her childish features kindly. One pale hand pushing her hair back as she watched timidly, not knowing what to make of this world she was accidently banished to. A slight smile as a stranger walked up to talk to her kindly, she was too innocent for such a world, and to be stuck with such alter egos like Silvtrem and Vlos, the darker angel having taken a drow name, but Annie just nodded gently when asked a question, she really did need a protector.

Annie wasn't supposed to be banished like her alter egos, Silvtrem needed to learn restraint, especially regarding her anger, but as far as Vlos went, the gods needed to get rid of her before she started tainting the others, Annie's terrified of her alter ego, the woman is so dark, so odd in her ways that Annie doesn't know what to do about her. Annie's the embodiment of innocence, needing a protector from herself at times. She never fully realized that the world isn't all she thought it was, that Vlos was right to a certain degree, the world was filled with evil, just not as corrupt as Vlos liked to think. Annie is a strategist, but she doesn't really know how to use that careful cunning, so she doesn't, it's part of the reason why Silvtrem is so reckless, because she could have that even headed outlook from Annie, but the girl's too timid, so Vlos dominates Silvtrem's actions. Hopefully Annie will learn someway to make her own lot in life a little better.

A soft chuckle, deep and rich, could be heard before she actually moved into view, the shadows sliding away to show the darkly angelic beauty, one might assume her for a demon, but she was a rather corrupt angel. Her wings looked of pure midnight, and her hair just as dark, but her wings were covered with scales instead of feathers, her eyes the color of storm clouds, that dark blue almost purple. A cruel smirk as she moved forward, chaos was her element, and it showed in how she looked over her surroundings as though with appreciation. Ebon silks falling over her pale skin, a body that was pretty, and lacking the emotional edge that Silvtrem had. One could tell how she felt superior to the others around her. Perfectly molded hands straightening the ebon silks before she continued to move, a soft sneer as the trees around her errupted in flame. Those stormy eyes moving around harshly now, and then she walked into shadows and vanished from view, how odd that the whole time one could just stare at her

Vlos was the evil twin of the angelic trio, she delights in torturing Annie, since the girl has such an extreme fear of her. Though something odd, she won't let anyone else pick on the girl, well, several might think it odd till they see the two blend into Silvtrem. Vlos has to keep Annie alive for that one little thing, Since Vlos doesn't like using her energy on healing herself, she uses the alter form for healing. Her name long forgotten, she found she had this liking of drow, a fetish with the culture, so she took her name from the drow language, her name meaning Blood Lust. She has this hatred of men that's rather amusing, especially if you watch how willing she is to tease them, a talent of hers is dominating people. She's always believed that from the three women, she was the strongest, and the reason why Silvtrem was the way she was. She'd never let go of that belief. She doesn't have that rough edge to her that Silvtrem does, and she can't possibly have the sweetness to her that Annie does, instead she's like the spanish nobles, nobody will ever rule her, and she's bound to that belief. She has a thing for pain, and making men lust after her, before just leaving them to go off on her own. Beware of her, she likes to cause trouble, and doesn't care about the results of her ways. The body beneath the silk has tattoos across it, but those are never seen by anyone who she intends on letting live