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You were once an angel, but then someone framed you and you were sent to hell. Now you're trying to get out and at the end of the soap is the "great battle" between good and fallen angels.
Name: Markia (mair-keea)
Age: 17
Gender: Girl
Eyes: Vibrant yellowish-orange
Hair: Sleek black, falls to knees
Skin: Dirty white
Clothes: Ragged black cloak
Hell Mortal: Satan's Messenger -
Awesome!
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Just gimme a second or two. I have to come up with a character.
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Okie
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Name: Averil
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Hair: Black, curly, reaches the top of her back
Eyes: Jade
Skin: super-pale
Clothes: torn rags
Hell Mortal: One of Hell's Gatekeepers -
You can start, I never know how to begin a soap. :p
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My eyelids slowly flickered open. Where was I? Why was this chain around my neck? And why did the stench of burning flesh taint the air? (She's new to Hell)
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I walked slowly over flickering embers. Day 23 of Life in Hell. Yay (not). A small, hot breeze scathed my cheek and singed my cloak as I walked down Styx River. I kicked charcoals and the occasional body out of may. I was about to kick another when I saw this one was breathing.
(I gtg, be on later. Bye!) -
(Bye, SiSi.)
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Are you here?
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Yesh.
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Continue?
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Yeah, sure. Hold on. *upper cuts timelimit, then knees it in the crotch*
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xDDDDDDD ROFL!
You can go, since I was last to post. -
I saw something moving in the distance.
'What the hell is that?' I mumbled.
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