Fantasy Young and in Love *The Forbidden*

[EccentricFantasy]

Lucian is young. He is a very soft and sensitive child. He was born with a power he cannot control. He is the archangel Christians told stories about. He was the reason for the death of everyone who has ever came in contact with him. Then he met a beautiful girl who was younger. He tried so hard to keep her away, but he had to be close to her. She didn't die when he touched her. She wasn't scared when she saw his wings. She was the one thing that kept him sane in this world of Christians and those who hunt him. She is his love, now all he has to do is admit it.


This is one that I have been working on for a while. I am only taking three or for people. I need one to play the love and then the rest play hunters. It is first come, first serve. So check before you claim a character. If you tell me in the Out of Character Chat, I can reserve the role you want for you. Here are the roles:


Archangel: Lucian Knight (FantasyDoctor)


Young love(Girl): Michiru Kimura (Miyuki)


Hunter #1: Knole Saito (HIllzie)


Hunter#2: Rissa Takeda (HIllzie)


Hunter#3:


Hunter#4(May or may not have.):


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[EccentricFantasy]

(Okay. I'm going to start this. If others want to join we'll see.)


Lucian was sitting in his usual spot down the street from the school. He hadn't moved for day's. He hated to move. He was always so worried about people finding out what he was or him accidentally killing them. He didn't want to kill anyone. He just want to be free. Free from all the things he was destined to do. Yet they followed him, unwilling to let him go. Now all he had was the clothes on his back and the raggedy blanket that covered him

 

[Miyuki]

Michiru starts to walk to school, passing by Lucian on her way. She looks at him covered by the blanket, wondering if he's okay. She decides to leave him alone for now, continuing on her way. She keeps looking back at him from time to time, though doesn't stop walking towards the school. "I wonder who that is...? I just hope he's okay there..." She soon gets out of distance to see him, now entering the school.

 

[EccentricFantasy]

Lucian just sat there all day. He was so horrified by what he may be able to do. He just sat there. Like he was ready to die. In fact he wanted to. He thought about it every day since his wings grew out of his back

 

[EccentricFantasy]

Lucian's eyes were cold and lifeless. His skin was cold and he looked like he was starved to death. It was a horrible sight. Parents looked in fear of that one day being their child. It was all a little to much. He needed to get away, but there was only one way. So just as the school let out, he got up and walked to the back of a building that he knew was abandoned. He breathed and didn't bother to check before he spread his wings. They were huge, at least twenty foot wing span. They had a color so black that it seemed to shine. All the feathers rough, yet looked smoothed over. They looked like the black harbinger of the lost and lonely. He kneeled down and with one powerful gust of wind, he was off into the sky

 

[Miyuki]

Michiru watches him from just around the corner. "He has wings... That must be the Archangel... Such a beautiful sight..." She watched him as he took flight, ascending high up into the sky. The feathers were what she most fixated on upon the wings, yet overall, she focused at the face she had gotten a single glimpse of. At this point, she wants to actually call him back, to take a closer look at the beautiful wings that were said to be the last thing her brother ever saw, and hopefully see that face of his one more time. Realizing he's just too high up, she sits down on the grass, watching until he's completely gone.

 

[EccentricFantasy]

After flying for some time he stopped and landed in a local park. It was dark so he didn't need to hide. He sat in the darkness. His wings out of sight, but his body visable

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Ser Vincent stood, facing his opponents, a bunch of half-starved satanic cultists, sacrificing goats and such. They wielded knives, and a couple spiked clubs, but nothing too serious. Ser Vincent unsheathed his green sword, and held it aloft, as it glistened in the sun's rays, which shown down through the trees. "Your master can't save you now," he muttered, as the first charged him, lunging forward with his knife. Ser Vincent simply side stepped, as the cultist passed him. Before the cultist even realized his mistake, Ser Vincent's sword flashed through the air, cutting the man down. The cultist fell to the ground with a shocked gasp, as his blood began to pour out over the ground. The other cultists sat there, stunned, before charging him as well. 
The first threw his knife, as it somersaulted through the air, spinning towards Ser Vincent. He didn't even look mildly, concerned, as he swung his sword, hitting the knife out of his path in a shower of sparks. Whereas the knife was bent from the impact, due to the curse giving Sir Vincent inhuman capabilities, Ser Vincent's sword wasn't even scratched. All part of the curse. The Cultist turned to run, but Ser Vincent was already there, thrusting his blade forward, into the man's back. The blade errupted from the cultist's chest, before Ser Vincent placed his foot upon the man's back and pushed, kicking him off his blade. Ser Vincent whipped his blade around, to block an attack from one of the Cultists with the spiked clubs, before he brought up his knee, smashing it into the man's crotch, as Ser Vincent turned yet again, to deflect a knife slashing down at him. He spun, bringing his elbow up into the cultist's face, knocking him back, as Ser Vincent spun back around to face his other opponent, who was kneeling on the ground, grimacing in pain.


Ser Vincent's sword flew through the air, slicing off the man's head, which fell to the ground, spurting blood, as his body collapsed on itself, lying on it's back, blood pouring from the severed neck. He turned, as a new cultist attempted to stab at him. Ser Vincent simply hacked the man's arm off, before bringing his sword back around, and slicing the man in half, as his intestines fell out, and he fell over, in two pieces. He thrusted forward with his sword, impaling the man he elbowed in the head, and lifted the man up into the air, bringing the man's face close to his own. "Satan is weak," he whispered to the man, before impaling his sword deeper, as the cross-gaurd rammed against the man's chest. He shoved the man off, as the man's corpse fell to the floor, bleeding out. Ser Vincent examined his blood covered sword, before wiping it on the man's clothes, cleaning off the blood. He then sheathed his sword, and turned and walked away.

 

[Miyuki]

Michiru had started heading home, passing by the park. She didn't notice him, though he probably would notice her, seeing as this is the third time they've actually been in the same area today. She keeps walking, thinking about the archangel she had seen twice thus far. He killed her brother, yet she didn't hate him. She actually was interested in him, wanting to try becoming his friend.

 

[EccentricFantasy]

Lucian got tired of standing there. So he got up and walked into the more lit area's of the park after he hid his wings. He was still lonely, but was used to it by now

 

[kevinhdobson]

Kevin walked into the park sighing to himself. In full battle attire, he was just relaxing. He had just quit being a hunter and was recruited by a mercenary group. Sighing to himself though, he wondered when he would get some good friends as he had none.