He's... He's one of the fallen?
No, moron. I told you. There are plenty of fallen angels, angels who's souls darken over time.
What? But... what is he, then?
He's not one of the fallen. He's one of the risen.
I... don't get it.
-sigh- I didn't think you would. Do you want me to explain it again?
Um... Yes please.
Angels fall when they become dark, you know that. When an angel is born who turns evil over time, sometimes before they even grow up completely. Or, maybe they just break a rule, and believe they were right to do so. So, they don't apologise. Anyway, I won't get into detail. It's not important. What is important, is that he's the first of his kind. He's the first to be born demon and rise.
-gasp- Are you... are you serious?
O' course I am. Thing is, he's gonna cause havoc. Y'know how fallen angels keep their wings?
Yeah?
Well, as a risen demon, he's likely to keep his appearance, too.
Oh man...
And that's not all. The youngest an angel can be and turn fallen is fifteen... that's when their morale compass decides.
And?
He's nine.

Well. Ignoring suckish dialogue, this is the basic breakdown of the plot. Many angels have fallen; it's natural. They find it difficult, to blend in when they have wings. This child doesn't have angel wings. Instead, he has incredibly horrifying mutations due to his all-demon heritage, including claws, and horns. So, who dares to step up and have their destinies intertwined with the nine year old- quite literally- from hell?

Requirements~

MUST be active. On at least once a day. If you can't post on one day, just post that you can't and tell me why, so I don't hang around waiting for ya.

Semi-lit to lit, as already said. I.e, literate with grammar and such, but for length, one paragraph+ is fine.

Anything I forgot? Oh yah, and. Post kid from hell to join. Or rather, put forward to join, for you may not be accepted.

Oh yah. And basic plot, like what exactly your charrie will be, shall be discussed in more detail once I have a partner. Right now, the basic plots I have in mind all involve both humans and some fallen angels, jealous that he was born a demon, and yet turned.

Appearance: Raven-black hair falls to his shoulders, cut in such a way it even resembles feathers a little. Just above his ears, poking out from his hair, are crimson horns on either side. Blood red eyes, with crimson flecks, are framed with thick, dark lashes. His skin is deathly pale, and when he smiles, a row of glittering, razor-sharp teeth can be seen. He wears simple clothing, a plain black t-shirt, and a pair of baggy jeans. He walks around bare-footed, because his feet resemble a dragons, really, with large crimson talons. They are scaley up to his ankles. He's relatively average height for his age, possibly a little over five foot, maybe five foot two.

From his shoulder-blades, bat-like wings can sprout, although it is painful for him, and they must rip through his shirt first. It is painful because, put quite simply, the wings need to cut through the skin to get out, and bloody gashes are left when he retracts them.

History- Trololol. Described in plot. xD Also, I ish lazy.

Personality- Demonic. |D

Appearance: She has long light brown hair and hazel eyes. She's average height. She tends to wear the most ridiculous outfits.

History- Nothing significant has happened in her past o~o

    

Tenebrae's blazing red eyes were glowing in the darkness of the poorly lit alleyway. It was well past midnight, and freezing out. Ten and cold... didn't mix. Because of this, he was huddled up in the very corner of the alley, as far as he could get. His knees were drawn up to his chest, and his normally deathly pale skin was now tinged blue. Even his lips had taken on a deadly blue hue. Shivering, teeth chattering, he thought of the events that had led him here, to be a demon freezing to death in an alley. Although some sharp teeth poked out just above his bottom lip, he looked like a lost, frightened child. Exactly what he was, really.

What would these humans do to him, if they found him? Would they kill him? Experiment on him? In all probability, both. Oh, joy. Resting his head on his knees so that his feathered hair fell over his face, the crimson horns clearly visible, he made a soft crying sound. Why did this have to happen... why... Why couldn't he have been born normal?

There was no point crying about it now, though, he decided. Best just to... get on with life. Although, exactly how he planned on moving on wih something he'd never really had in the first place, he had no idea. So, rather than overthink it, he let the cold claws of the night grasp him and pull him into their clutches, his glistening eyes drooping slowly closed as he drifted into a deadly sleep. If he remained out their all night, unmoving, it would be a sleep from which he would never awaken.

[[Apologies for fail. o3o]]