El Dia de los Muertos.

Hellloo.

Have to go, have fun you guys, see you...sometime tomorrow. ^^

Aw, bbye

bye. Pavo? are you still on?

Oh, humans. The Angels and Demons would all technically be related anyway.

ohh yeah I see.

Name: Nate Jenna Knightly
Age: 17 and 10
What are you: Human
Appearence: Both have curly red hair although Nate's comes to the nape of his neck and falls into his face and hers comes halfway down her back and is pretty untamable. They have grey eyes and tanned skin and are both tall but he's lean while she is almost sickly thin.
Note: He was infected by the plague but lived. She hasn't contracted it yet but has a best friend who died of it. They both live in a tiny shop they broke into at the moment. He's pretty good with guns but acts more like the younger sibling at times.

Name: Marcel
Age: looks 18
What are you?: Demon
Appearence: long white blonde hair with heavy bangs, ram like horns, light green eyes, skin pale enough to see her veins, large tattered looking wings, pointed teeth, small and thin, hands that she can turn into claws, would look like a doll were it not for certain features.

Name: Joel
Age: Looks 18
What are you?: Angel
Appearence: Olive toned skin, androgynous looking, wavy shaggy black hair, tall and thin, always has a pocket watch on him.

Name: Leela Durango
Age: 10
What are you?: Dead
Appearence: Curly black hair that she wears in pigtails, the spirit world makes her skin and eyes white, small and very innocent looking.
Note: Jenna's dead friend, now leads a small brigade of dead children and tries to keep them safe. Although the power may be beginning to get to her head...

Can I join?

Yep, go ahead. Although do you mind making a dead kid too? For all these people, no one made any dead people except me.

Yeah sure hang on.

Is anyone else in this chat on? Just so I know whether or not we can start after Spired makes her charries.

I'M HERE!!!!!!!

I'm here too.

me too I'm here

Here. =3

Can I changed Tilly into Dead?

Sure, go ahead.

Name: Olive Hector
What are you: Dead
Age: 12
Appearance: Thin ginger hair that looks gray in black & white, and wide blue eyes that also look gray. She's very frail-looking, but not in a very "cute" way.
Note: --

Name: Felicia
What are you: Angel
Age: 19
Appearance:


such an ugly dress xP

I can make a demon if we need one

We have two...you can if you want but it's not like I'll be pushing for it or anything.
And now to start!

Nate: "Get up you lazy bag of bones!" whines Leela. I open one eye and then turn away. "Did you hear me? I said get up! Tell Jenna I came to visit!" She starts to kick me on my back where all of the bruises are and I wince. "Not right now. Can't you see she's asleep?" She puts her hands on her hips and looks down at me. "Wake up, wake up, wake up! I've waited long enough, and now I'm telling you! I want to play!" Why was my sister friends with this girl? I practicaly had to act like a telephone between them now that Leela was dead. I yawn and sit up, rubbing my white eyes in the sunlight. But that's when I notice the Crazies trying desperately to break into the store. I curse and grab my gun while Leela continues to whine.

Rose: I fluttered down toward where a crowd of survivors had gathered. I landed in front of the mob, trying to scare them off.

Tilly: Where am I...? I sit up, feeling drunk. My vision is hazy, but all I see is black and white. My pale hands touch my head. Everything looms ahead of me. I see things flying, trees turning into blood that dirty my shoes. Body's disinergrating(I probably spelled that wrong...) into black dust, their hearts still beating... I choke back a scream.

Nate: My eyes narrow a bit as I try to see what's scaring the Crazies. An angel? That's the second one I've seen in a week.

Joel: "Um, welcome to the spirit world, congragulations, you are now a newly deceased member of the dead. This isn't a dream, you're not hallucinating," I frown as I start listing off common excuses. Had I covered them all? Wait, there's another one. "And you're not high. Any questions?" I ask the girl.

Rose: the survivors had gone, and I sighed. They were scaring the humans. It was getting out of hand. How would we stop this madness? I felt eyes on my back, and I turned. A survivor, but not as mad as the ones in front of me were.

Apollo: I sit on a large, flat boulder-looking rock, surveying the scene before me. Another Angel? It must be getting severe. I spot a young, freshly deceased girl being coaxed by another one, and I feel my heart sting with hurt for her, but my face portrays no such thing. I stay back, the flute resting delicately at my side beneath the palm of my hand. Eventually the woman was able to break the cluster up and I close my eyes, searching for any sign of Vincent or Elizabeth...still nothing. It's been months I think to myself, frustrated, how can there still be no sign of them on either side?

Rose: Another survivor, sitting on a rock. He held a flute. It must make beautiful music. I sighed again, and start walking down the street.