((Caps lock. XD =P ))

"That's better, Crispin.", Rosalie laughed, "I like that name. It's... Refreshing..."

(XD wHAT aRE yOU tALKING aBOUT?)

"..Uhh...Thank you, Roslaie is a very pretty name too..Never heard of it before," He said lookign up at her.  Yes.  She was drop dead pretty, but no time for that.  Not yet, anyway....

((=P ))

"Thanks.", Rosalie replied, blushing heavily, "Crispin, you seem... Antsy. Waiting for someone?"

"..Yeah....Sort of..."  He muttered, then a yougn man appeared as if from no where behind Roslaie.  "Townshend, I'm glad you decided to wait!"  It was Alexis, who was holding a large what looekd like black metal box.  Crispin jumped to his feet. "What too kyou so long, perfecting your cosplay?"  He growled angrilly, lookign at his black wings. 

"Hey! I wasn't fixing anyhting...Wait..What?"  He roleld his eyes. "Yes, I honestly believe you were playing with with fake wings, much like the other two I work with,"  He growled. "..Wait, you can see them?!" "Yeah, their about the size of you, same as her's," He said reffering to Rosalie's "Anthow, eff that, is that the thing?" He asked, lookign at the box, but Alexis just looekd at him. He was still shocked Cirspin could see the wings, but was a bit more surprised (Or juast *censored*umed he was dumb, but that was immediatly ruled out, because he was their Genious) that he *censored*umed that they were fake cosplay.

"..Uh..."  It had also just occursed to him the very pretty girl there was also there was an angel.

(Poor evil Crispin. XD)

Tempest was sitting under a tree in a random park, eyes closed. He heard from somewhere nearby a conversation. An interesting conversation. He opened his eyes just a little to see across from him a young man furiously yelling to another man... with wings. And a girl with wings too. And the human could see them. Strange...

His curiousity was aroused. He walked over casually, wanting to hear more.

"And who are you?" Tempest heard a female voice ask. He turned to see yet another fellow angel. Black wings, he noticed, just like his. Kind of pretty too, he mused. If only she wasn't looking quite so angry.  

"Nobody of importance," he answered. "The name's Tempest." He looked to the sun and yawned. "I was just listening in on this interesting conversation," he explained, even though she hadn't asked.

"Hmm.  Nice answer.  I'm Mellissa,: she said, lookign down. "..Well, I see the human hasn't been blown up, yet.  Apperently they are still debating...Or they are waiting...And that other girl.  Nev er seen her before.  And Im sure the human can see the wings.  But it doesn't matter.  If he can, than means he's gonig to die soon."  Her conversation with Tempest unintentionally turned to her talking aloud to herself.

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"Another angel, eh?"  Carter was right next to Luna, one black wing and one *censored*e wing flapping.  He was smirking.  "I'm guessing they still havn't done what they were suppsoed to do yet, right?"  He said, lookign at Carispin, Rosalie, Alexis, and he didn't even notice his 'Captain,' Mellissa, or else he would have flowen right over to her.

((Sorry for this taking so long.

I has no Internet at home. e.o I can only get on at the library. And my mom got me early on Tuesday. e.o

Anywho...I'll post Drayk's bio soon.

I drewded his picture. There's four different versions since I messed with it a bit on Tinypic. e.o))

Name: Drayk Daemon

Age: 19

Gender:Male

Looks: Drayk has messy, unevenly cut blond hair, though he's long since dyed it black. He only shows his left eye, which is an electric blue. His hidden right eye is a mixture of brown, blue, green, and hazel. HE wears black skinny jeans and a variety of striped shirts, his favorite being a charcoal black shirt that has lime green stripes along the shoulders and arms with lettering in three different colors and font styles, the words being 'Free Your WILD SIDE'. 'Free' is in bold, pointed lettering and colored bright purple, 'Your' is in curly lettering and colored bright blue, and 'WILD SIDE' looks like it's been scratched into the shirt and is colored bright red. Along with this, he always, ALWAYS, wears his black and red striped scarf, no matter the weather. He also wears a pair of beat up skater shoes.

 tle="Click for a larger view" /> (I have another version with the true color of his eyes. And a long paragraph that tells you the real colors of everything. P:)

Personality: Quiet and withdrawn, Drayk is seen as an 'emo kid' since he hides his eye and never shows his arms. This makes others think he's hiding scars from being a cutter, but he's not. He's hiding scars from his abusive father. Drayk also tries to avoid any contact with other people, for, along with being quiet and withdrawn, he is a shy boy. He spends his free time either drawing or writing, though he believes he isn't very good at either one. He's also very sensitive and takes everything to heart, and he has pretty low self-esteem.

Weapon: A tiger-themed longsword. C:

Past: Drayk started out as a happy child, always smiling and laughing, until his mother died when he was four in a car accident, which is when his life became a living hell. He took to wearing long sleeves to cover his arms and smiled less and less until it seemed he was no longer capable of smiling at all. His eyes dulled as the years went by, changing into lifeless pools. The days following his father's attack on him that scarred his eye, he covered it witbandages, determined to not have a lot of people asking questions. He grew secluded, never speaking to anyone, even if they tried to start a conversation. He'd rather just go die in a ditch somewhere, but he's not going to go commit suicide. He's not giving his father the pleasure.

Good or evil: Good, believe it or not.

How did you die: Ffff. His father finally got 'im.

Living as human or Angel: Huuuumaaaannn. :D

S.O: Hrmmm...Bi, I guess...not that he'd really feel much of anything. He's more like a zombie than anything else.

Love Interest: Open, I s'pose. If you feel like cracking his outer shell and melting his stone heart, anyways.

Other: His hair is always a mess, looking like he just crawled out of bed. He always wears his scarf, no matter the wather. He has a scar over his right eye that travels in a zug-zag motion, starting at the top of his face and going all the way down, ending once it reaches the edge of his face. Tends to wear stripes.

Accesories: His scarf, which is worn at all times.

((THIS PICTURE WAS DRAWN BY ME. YOU NO STEAL.))

"Noen of your buisnes.  As a matter of fact, you should just go away from here,"  This was probably the best thign this unsupecting suicide bomber would do.  Warn a very pretty lady. (XD)

"Uhmm...." Alexis went quite.  Crispin glared. Idiot!  She's gonig to knwo soemthing's in the box if you do that!"  He snatched to box with the detonater, timer and abotu three pound of explosives and made Alexis jump.  "B-be careful, idiot!" 

 "Oh, I'm the idiot? I doesn't matter.  Just go away, leave me alone,"  He said, then turned.  He was planning on waiting for Mellissa.  "By the way.  Mellissa, who is also wearing ridiculous wings today...Geeze, she's the last person I'd expect to do osmethign that...Strange..."  Hem uttered, almost fallign back within' his train of tohught, then shook hsi head.

"Should we wait for her?  Or do this in twenty minutes?" He asked, being descrete, but not obvious, about 'twenty minutes."  Alexis looekd at him

"I'm not sure, honestly.  I thought she was supposed to be here,"  Alexis knew that because he could see the wings he was in danger of gettign blown up.  And osme people in that hospital were in danger too, but that's not what mattered.  They were blowing them up anyway.  But Crispin was their genious, loosing him woudl be bad, but if he's as careful as Mellissa trusts him to be, then does that mean if he leaves before it detonates, will he no longer see the wings?

((How's Lave doing? =o ))

"What are you going to do in twenty minutes?", Rosalie asked suspiciously, "And WHAT is in that box?! And who's Melissa? I've heard that name before." Rosalie's wings flapped once, irritably, causing a breeze to fan Crispin.