Heaven on Earth [m x m]
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Thread Topic: Heaven on Earth [m x m]
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((For this, think vaguely of hetalia. If you don't know what it is, that's just a show where every country in the world is a person, who's personality and looks are shaped by the stereotypes and norms of the nation that they are.))
Every year, the countries of the world meet to discuss current events, the state of their economies, and other important topics. But, every one hundred years, two nations join in the talks. They are such important, powerfull nations that they have no time and patience to meet but every hundred years, and when they do come to the meetings, it's chaos.
Heaven (C1) is, obviously, the personification of Heaven. His boss is the big man, God, and Heaven holds the powers of an angel without the wings. He can produce light, warmth, and inspire good feelings in anyone with a simple smile.
Hell (C2) on the other hand, his boss is the guy downstairs. He can produce freezing cold, destroy light, and cause feeling of fright or anger in anyone he pleases.
When the two come together for a meeting, they are seated on opposite sides of the room, for fear that they might fight. What the other nations don't know is that while they might fight in public, they are the only two nations who have been around since the beginning of time and they have quite a close bond. -
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I'LL DO IT
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Awesome :D
Is it alright if I'm C2? -
Works for me I have no preference.
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Alright, cool, want to do charries now?
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Yeah, can you do yours first? I'm unsure on how to do mine XD
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Sure~ And sorry if it takes a while, I'm doing some other stuff too cx
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Name: Hell, as he is called formally, and in normal conversation, Harry
Age: As old as time, but appears as 19-22
Appearance: Because his appearance changes over time with the changing of what is seen as 'evil', he now has tattoos and smokes. ((See below. First is him, second is his suit, ignore the dude wearing the suit.))
Personality and Other: Again, he develops as the stereotypes for hell change, so at the moment most people relate him to have the maturity of a 17-year-old who dropped out of school. Most of the other nations are scared of him, so he likes to bother them, by sneaking up on them or otherwise going near them. He laughs at pain, finds joy in hearing about war, and loves to show off. He loves to freeze the drinks the other nations have at the meetings. But, he also feels very lonely, because outside of the meetings he rarely has a chance to leave hell.
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Name: Called Heaven by everyone, but real name is Cassiel.
Age: Very, very old, but appears to be in his late teens or early twenties.
Appearance: Cassiel has platinum blonde hair with some sparkling golden streaks. He has huge bright blue eyes, with long black eyelashes. His lips are light pink and thick. Cassiel's eyebrows are light and thin. He is tall, skinny, and a little flimsy. However, he can look quite imposing with a mere change of expression.
Personality: He is often really quiet and polite. He does everything he can for other people, picking up the "selfless" act. Cassiel doesn't do anything wrong very often, but when he does, he is very apologetic about it. He doesn't get mad much, either, but when he does, it can get pretty nasty. His views are based on equality and he instantly loves anyone he meets. His heart is innocent, full, and open. He is often taken advantage of because of this.
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Woop sorry didn't see this xc Shall I start or you?
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You can XD
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((Kay~
And I'll add that Harry's a little on the shorter side cx))
Getting a chance to come up to land was rather rare. Beside when there were major disasters, where the reapers needed help gathering lost souls, Harry was confined to hell. He was busy with, well, everything. Considering that he was the actual personification of hell, he had to basically be in control of everything. Which wasn't very exciting, since for the past millions of years nothing in the way hell was managed had changed.
So, he was pretty excited when the time for a meeting came around. The last time was, oh, 1915. That was a good meeting for him, when the first world war was gathering more souls for his nation than ever. And now, one hundred years later, nothing seemed to really change all that much. All of the nations still hated each other, were going to war, and so forth and on. Pretty boring, but the upside was that he'd be on land, and he'd have some people to talk to. Even if they hated him, he liked picking on the other nations. And then, of course, he'd get to see Heaven again, which would be nice. They had their times.
When he arrived at the meeting, it was early morning. Each meeting took place in the currently most important city in the world, and this one was in New York. As he walked up to the building, Harry eyes its many levels that seemed to reach up endlessly. How impressive humans had gotten. He stepped in, walked to the meeting room, and of course, he was late. As always. Deciding to enter in style, he sent a cold chill across the room with a grin. "Hellooo, nations. Glad to see you all again. Now, who do I have the pleasure to sit next to this year?"
A rather shaky-looking nation answered. He was dressed like one lf Heaven's popes, and Hell definitely did not recognize him. "Me, s-sir," the nation said. "I'm V-Vatican City."
Harry crinkled his nose, and looked around the room. "Where's Cass- Heaven, excuse me. Where is Heaven?" -
lonGNESS SORRY))
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Damnit now I have to write a lot
XD It's fine)
For Cassiel to be rushed or late was rare. Today happened to be one of those days. Of course, it had to be the most important day for him in a century or so. Heaven's day had started by him waking up to loud clamor outside of his room door. Turns out, Angels weren't always so angelic. They loved to cause mischief towards him. He had moaned, rolled out of bed onto his floor, and waltzed towards the door, opening it. The angels were singing and arguing, but were immediately silenced when they saw his face. He raised a palm, telling them to stay silent. "Now..what in the hell is going on?" They had a long story to explain why they were fighting, and to be honest, he didn't listen to any of it. His attention was blasted, as he had just woken up and he was still quite groggy. He shooed them off, without much of a care.
The next thing that happened was his search for his clothes that he always wore to meetings like this. He could not find his white suit that he always wore. Cassiel had even ordered his servants to find it, but nada. This took up a great amount of time, and began to wear down on Heaven's nerves. Eventually, a servant had found it in the laundry, which caused him to go into a bit of a rampage. Why hadn't they looked there earlier?! He had yelled, crossing his arms. You could at least ACT intelligent! He had screamed. Needless to say, there was quite a ruckus that morning. And, in the process, he had lost track of time.
"Fool!" He had said to himself, pressing a palm to his face. He had gotten dressed and eaten in a matter of twenty minutes. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were tired, and he was having some issues with, er, rational thinking. Heaven had put his shoes on the wrong foot, tried to wash his hands with milk, tried to wash his hair with shaving cream, and completely forgot to shave the stubble he had altogether.
However, surprisingly, he had made the meeting. Cassiel, like the lazy bum he was, also loving the new human technology, had taken the elevator in the building. Stepping out of the elevator, his appearance rather gruff, but in a relatively fashionable way, he stated, "Sorry I'm late. I had a bit of a- erm, disturbance to take care of this morning." Heaven apologized, looking at the ground in a self-conscious manner.
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